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The return of those lips is somehow even more pleasing than the prospect of what else is going to happen. Why, he can't say, but he does know that there's something, and he's going to accept those lips with everything he has. Maybe even try to wrestle a little bit of tongue into it.

It's almost a shame to break it, but that's what Rufus does when Reeve finds what he's looking for. The other option is to bite, and it would be a shame to bruise the older man's lips; he wants more of them after all, later.

And if Reeve isn't sure about what he found, a second strike will confirm things, another moan dropping from Rufus' lips.

Didn't even need the first moan to know he found it. The feel itself is different, and he knows it well. But the sound of it draws another smile from Reeve. He's got a point of reference now, and he chuckles as he focuses on massaging that spot.

Shame he had to lose the kiss, though. On the other hand he feels like it's given his lips permission to wander, and his attention moves up Rufus's jaw again to suck instead on his earlobe.

Someone obviously liked Rufus' jaw, or it was just the easiest place to reach at this point; not that Rufus is complaining. However, he would have to admit he much prefers where those lips end up, though Reeve might have trouble telling so since Rufus was already feeling quite good with what else the man was up to.

And honestly, if Reeve was pleased by one moan, the almost continual moan that the massage he was giving would likely elate him; especially as it's obvious he's actually enjoying it, and not playing at anything.

Reeve continues sucking on Rufus's ear for a while, even though his fingers slip from the man. So yes, he does know that there is pleasure from that act as well. Somehow he wouldn't have expected Rufus to be so vocal. But it's a nice benefit. He does, though, have to abandon this attention given he's got to pull away from Rufus. Enough for him to actually get more than his fingers involved in the act of pleasing Rufus.

"You ready?"

It's a bit of a shame when the fingers are removed, but the fact the sensation at his earlobe remains at least keeps him from pouting too much. So does the offer implied in the question.

Nails scratch gently along Reeve's back, Rufus shifting his upper body a bit so he can get near Reeve's lips. "May I have a kiss, first?"

A kiss? Oh yes, he can spare that. And there is a look on his face that says he's a bit shocked by the request. Doesn't mean he's not pleased to lean in and cease those lips with another one of those tender kisses that are meant to leave a man hungry. After delivering it he pulls back, just close enough that no doubt Rufus could still feel his breath.

"Sufficient?"

"Not really." This time he does pout a little bit, sticking his tongue out to lick Reeve's lips before he speaks again. "I think we can manage more of those later, though... You have other things you want to do right now, yeah?"

"Not really? I think we can do better than that, then," Reeve answers, leaning down to steal those lips again, the next few kisses deeper and burning a bit more. Perhaps it would be easier to satisfy Rufus's fixation with his lips like this. Once that's done he smiles. Yes, there are other things he wants, and he intends to have those as well. Takes all of a moment to get lotion on himself to make this pleasant for them both, before positioning himself and pushing in, just to allow him to sink into Rufus. Very nice.

"Don't suppose I can get that leg back around me now."

Rufus enjoys the extra kisses immensely, allowing himself relax into them as long as they go on, and keeping that relaxed mood when Reeve pressed in. But only until then.

Even as he answers the remark by getting his legs properly wrapped around the dark-haired man, he waits for him to be properly sheathed before tightening his muscles around him just long enough to give the man a thrill, before relaxing once more.

The tightness does earn a moan, but Reeve mostly laughs after.

"Too much of that and you'll be sore in the morning," Reeve chides him lightly. "Wait on that."

With that he does offer a slow pull out and thrust back in. And through all of this, his hand hasn't even paused on Rufus's length. Pleasing him is the goal, after all.

Rufus smirks a little, very much in the fashion Reeve is used to, but even though it looks like he might say something, he doesn't. Only lets Reeve do as he pleases, moaning softly at the little thrust.

"Cait got your tongue?" Reeve teases as he rolls his hips. A hand reaches down to grip Rufus's hip, lifting him a bit more to get a better angle for him. "I can see you want to talk. I'd hear it."

Rufus makes a pleased sound at the roll of hips, before chuckling little. "Nothing important~ just wondering if I'd be be sore. Usually men don't hold out long if I do that."

"Are you trying to rush me?" Reeve laughs, pausing entirely. "I'd imagine, given the fact that you seem quite hungry, that you'd want things to last. Because there is more to being with someone than just how tight they are. I worked hard to get you open enough for ease as well as pleasure. Would you throw that away?"

"Admittedly, no." Rufus smiles, running his hands up Reeve's back. "But I wanted to give you a little thrill."

"And if you are thrill enough for me?" Reeve asks, starting back up his slow roll of hips. "If the sound of your voice builds me up? If my heart beats in time with the hitches of your breath? If the thrill is the pleasure dancing in your eyes?"

Yes, that's enough for him. And he doesn't mind saying it. "There's passion enough here for me, Rufus. You don't have to create it."

Seriously? What words! In a normal situation, Rufus would laugh so hard that Reeve would never get that laughter out of his head. He'd done it before, had gotten into a bit of trouble for it at least once, but this situation was a little different.

He didn't fully believe Reeve, the words were the sort one saved for a true lover, not whatever Rufus was to Reeve. Yet he did believe that there was a thrill in this for him, and it wasn't a mean thrill. More the thrill of letting inhibition go and of allowing, teaching, something to a man who acted like he knew everything.

He doesn't laugh though, just gives Reeve a small smile and tightens his arms a little, purring faintly at Reeve.

Words are for whatever lover you take to bed, or so Reeve would argue. This is who he is, and were Rufus to mock, he could have taken himself in hand and done what he needed because Reeve would not have tolerated it.

There's a polite little fiction going on here between them. That Rufus is in this to learn something, that Reeve to teach. Truth is more likely along the lines of pushing each other's buttons further, because that had been the sort of position they'd put each other in from the start. The good news, of course, being that Rufus likely won't have to hear words like that from Reeve again.

But the purr gets a chuckle in response and Reeve adds a bit more speed for that. See, he can reward good behavior. Or at least behavior in lien with what he's doing here.

Rufus would beg to differ. This was beyond pushing buttons, at least on his side. More tension, or interest, maybe even some small desire to claim something. Reeve. Himself. Or, far more likely, equal ground and understanding. Anything further... well, wouldn't that be a completely different discussion?

The speed increase earns a low moan and the raise of hips to meet it, as well as a little plea. "Mmm, more like that."

Teasing now would be cruel, though the thought crosses his mind very briefly. His hand drops from Rufus's length to instead grab his other hip for balance, holding Rufus up in that position so he can make fully use of the angle he's at. He wants to get a lot more out of the man than a little plea.

Rufus moves only enough to feel like he's in a comfortable position, shuddering as he can feel the change the position brings. Reeve may just start to realize shortly that this act is a bit more stimulating for Rufus than the man's hand had been.

As for a larger plea, well he'd have to live with a small mewling sound for now and the squirm of a man wanting more.

And who is to say that the squirming and mewling isn’t just as good? There is less of a cocky grin now, more honest desire and pleasure. If nothing else Reeve wants to know he’s done well. Is doing well. Which for right now he is certain. The sounds definitely provoke faster thrusts from him, and low moans as his own admission of how good it feels. He could definitely enjoy this pace if Rufus welcomes it.

Welcomes it? It's always possible that the slightly louder meal the blond lets out is faked, something he learned before to please his own partners, but the nails that scratch gently again at whatever he can reach - even if he has to bring them down to the bed and scratch his sheets - will clear that thought entirely.

For any other thoughts that might be there, Rufus has shoved his past away for now in order to enjoy this, and so far Reeve certainly proves to be more than skilled. Makes it easy to enjoy.

Easy to enjoy. Lay back and scratch at what you need and Reeve will get you there. And it's nice to see the man unrestrained. A man who is willing and happy to be there with Reeve, to feel good. He keeps his pace and for a moment regrets the particular position because he's not sure he can steal a kiss like this. What he does do, though, is grip Rufus's hips tighter. He doesn't care if he leaves bruises here. Right now he just doesn't care anymore. Except that pleasure they're both seeking.

"You sound so pretty," Reeve tells him, a bit breathless himself.

He might normally take offense to being told he sounds pretty, it being rather condescending usually, but he accepts it for now. Especially since he's a little preoccupied with Reeve tightening his grip, the motion causing a little tightening inside him and a little more scratching at the bed.

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I hate migraines

Oh Hun! I am so sorry.

It's ok right now but if anything makes no sense, I apologize

I just want you to be okay.

I'll watch myself, no worries

Okay. And Reeve is a bit mystified at this kissing fixation going on

me too honestly... But what can be done?

Rufus what goes on in your head?

Sometimes I Don't even know...

Well, better Reeve not worry of it too much.

or me lol

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