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"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.

Reeve closes his eyes, shifting a bit more to try and find the right angle to drive Rufus wild. Again he laments the lack of ability to kiss him, but that can come later if it's needed. If it's wanted. After a moment he reaches for one of Rufus's hands, guiding it up to Reeve's own arm. He wouldn't mind that scratching happening to him.

It may take Reeve a moment or so to find it, but as soon as he does, Rufus shudders and moans, using where Reeve places his hands to scratch even as he also arches upwards just a little to get a bit more if that.

Perfect. And now he has a great way to reinforce that lesson from earlier, which was varying the pace. At first he set a rather predictable one, wanting Rufus to fall into the reliable nature of it. After a bit, though, he moved instead to slow down, and he knows t has to be frustrating because his body is less than pleased by the arrangement. Soon after he offered a few faster thrusts, because the lesson makes more sense when you’re actually demonstrating it all. Demonstrates as much as he can handle before settling into a quick but reliable pace. Toying with Rufus really wasn’t the end goal here.

Toying may not be the end goal, but it must be some part of the goal if the man is going to use such variable speeds, "teaching" or not. Even if it's not, he'll earn some interesting reactions from his choices, the predictable pace naturally keeping Rufus moaning softly and scratching gently along those arms he now has as a post, and the faster thrusts earning a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan from the back of Rufus' throat.

However, it's the middle speed - the slow one - that will get a good response from Rufus, nails digging in and a hiss of Reeve's name from Rufus' lips indicating he wants something a little more than what he's being given. He'll even dig his nails in deeper for good measure, as if trying to encourage the man along.

No encouragement needed, Reeve is happy to claim that middle ground pace to enjoy himself. The increased scratching gets him going, of course. The more scratching the faster he goes, just desperate to gain more of that. The hand that had guided Rufus’s to claw at him instead goes to grip Rufus’s length again, stroking in time with his thrusts. Is he trying to push Rufus to completion? Absolutely.

Reeve is going to need a potion or two after this if increased scratching equals increased speed, as he will find out quickly that Rufus likes it a bit on the faster side. There's nothing wrong, of course, with a good, slow fuck, but there's always something to be said about a heated need that can only be squelched with something much faster and harder.

The hand that is brought to his length earns a small growl, followed by a small shudder that seems to indicate that Rufus is growing all too near. Yet he isn't ready just yet, seeming to want to drag it out just a moment or two longer as he scratches straight down Reeve's arms to try and get just a little bit more from the man.

If given his desire, as he fully expects, Reeve will find a very pleasant reward in low whine that quickly becomes a deeper moan as Rufus finds the edge, as well as the spasm of muscles that tighten down around the older man.

Cure materia are worth the investment in a situation like this. The scratches do drive Reeve to greater speed, greater force. If Rufus is encouraging it, Reeve will happily fuck him harder. Just needs him to encourage it. To want it.

It’s the tightening that gets Reeve. That breaks him. A few last thrusts and Reeve comes with a moan of the younger man’s name. Damn. Good stuff here.

He's a bit out of it, but amused that his name is being called. Yes, Reeve had basically given himself to the young president for the night, but isn't a name more personal than one night? Or is he just misinformed?

Doesn't matter for now, he's enjoying this hazy, lazy feeling for as long as he can, fingers that were scratching now instead being used to grip Reeve's arms as he feels the small surges of aftermath, and waits for a moment to let his legs drop so he can grab for Reeve and fumble for another kiss.

Reeve is a more personal man, comes with the territory.

Kissing after, that is more personal. Reeve allows it, though. Pulls from Rufus and lays down beside him and drags him close to feed the man the kisses he wants. The kisses he apparently needs. Who knew it? He meets Rufus with the heat of earlier, happy to open his mouth to Rufus.

He's a little less greedy right now, partly sated with what was just done, but the open mouth is inviting enough that Rufus slides his tongue in to play momentarily with Reeve's if he will allow it, before shifting to settle beside him, slowly stretching himself out with a pleased sound.

Reeve will allow it. Something tells him that this man rarely got affectionate gestures from partners. To that end he wraps an arm around Rufus to drag him closer.

“I hope I haven’t disappointed,” he says softly, a playful tone to his voice. He knows he hasn’t. He himself feels quite sated. Which isn’t to say he might not offer further attentions to Rufus before the night is out if the man asks it.

Edited 2018-11-18 23:16 (UTC)

"I haven't had a good partner since forever." Rufus responds, running a hand along one of Reeve's scratched arms gently. "Haven't had an amazing one ever."

“You’ll have to let me know if you find one,” Reeve laughs. Can’t help it, there are two ways that can be taken. He has opted for the humorous one. “Haven’t has a partner willing to leave marks in a long while myself. Thank you.”

He won’t bother healing them right away. The sting that will come from his shirt rubbing against the marks will be a nice reminder.

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Back later. Dinner with in-laws.

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