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"I can skip a meal, eat at home," Reeve answered. Don't deny him this if neither of them want to miss out on this.

Rufus just grins, and returns to the shower, taking a moment to adjust the shower, before turning to Reeve. "Is this too warm?"

The older man reaches out past him to feel the water and nods to himself. A good temperature indeed.

"This will absolutely suffice. Thank you."

And look, he doesn't even have much to take off clothing-wise either. So he can just climb right on in to enjoy the water.

Rufus smiles, and begins to remove what he's wearing, letting Reeve enjoy the water, maybe even wash a bit if he chooses to do so. He may even watch for a moment, he does enjoy the look of glistening skin and muscle, before sliding into the shower behind Reeve and gently stroking his back.

"Do you just want me to help wash back here, or would you like me to come up front instead and wash all of you?"

"Suddenly everything seems hotter," Reeve mused playfully as Rufus ran hands over his back. He turned around to face the younger man, already washing shampoo of of his hair, and just looked Rufus over. How was it fair that the man looked stunning, even like this?

Ah, to be young and handsome again.

"Just what would full-service washing entail?"

"Depends." Rufus almost purrs, moving to bring his body right up against the older man. "Basic service is just a pure, innocent wash. Basic+, I can be a little more hands with my wash. Or, you can go for Special Service."

“Does Special Sevice come with anything in particular or am I just paying for a name and an air freshener shaped like a pine tree?”

Who knows if the rather poor joke will land. He doesn’t care. It’s the game that is worth while.

"Hmm..." He drapes his arms around Reeve. "Special means I not only wash everywhere, but I'll do veeerryyy slowly, and very, very thoroughly." As he speaks, he slowly moves his hands down Reeve's back and to his ass, gently sliding a finger part way in.

Well fuck. That is an offer that can't be refused. Especially with the way it was presented.

"And the cost?"

Let him play just a bit longer before he lets Rufus shut his mind off entirely.

"Bring me some ice cream next time you come...?" That grin implies a little something.

"Flavor?" Reeve asks, a smirk meeting Rufus's. He'll make sure there is whipped cream. Chocolate sauce. Maybe butterscotch because he liked that one himself.

"Vanilla." A jab at their earlier conversation, before Rufus grabs for the soap. He'll make sure to wash Reeve first, rile him up a little, before he gives the man the "Special" part.

Funny, and Reeve smiles at that. He lets Rufus get the soap, leaning back into the spray to rinse the shampoo suds more completely out of his hair.

"I would have thought you enjoyed more flavor."

Rufus chuckles, beginning to wash Reeve down with the soap, good to his word about cleaning everywhere and thoroughly. Now that he's effectively taken charge, it's time to find out more of what the raven-haired man enjoys.

Which means Rufus takes his time running over any spot that might be more sensitive than others; nipples, pectoral, hips, inner and outer thighs, and slowly on down towards Reeve's feet, making sure to avoid his penis for the time being. He knows that spot works just fine, and he does owe Reeve some teasing.

Well, Reeve intends to facilitate here, so he worked on staying still as Rufus 'cleaned' him up. Of course it was hard to stay still when fingers brushed over his nipples, which had always been a big sensitive. There was also a clear point that got his attention on his left him, and who didn't squirm when their inner thighs had attention on them? Nothing for the feet, though, just Reeve looking down at the former-President with something like amusement.

Yes, it's teasing, especially with extra attention paid at hot spots. But it's nice to see it used right back against him.

Rufus notes the spots for later, slowly standing, brushing just against Reeve's penis as he does, smirk ever-present on his face. "Turn around. Let me get your back."

Oh boy. Reeve swallowed hard at that brief touch before turning around as directed.

"You're quite welcome to it."

He would get back to that part at some point, but for now Rufus is focusing on washing Reeve up and down, quite slowly. He still searches for any spot that might be sensitive, but knows he won't find as many. Indeed, he seems more interested in getting through with the washing, leaning to put the soap up when he is done and using his hands to wash away any suds that won't be easily washed away in their current position.

Only then does he go back to teasing, kissing Reeve's neck and stroking his back gently.

It's all a bit interesting, to stand there and let someone else wash him. It was a nice sensation, and he sighed a bit at the gentle touches as the lips moved over his neck.

"It's interesting,, how affectionate you are."

"Why?" He pauses in his kissing, though his hands don't stop stroking Reeve's back.

"Last night, you kissed like it was the first time and it was intense," Reeve shrugged. Which was nice because it affected those hands on his back. "And you are hungry for them. In a way many others I've been with haven't."

"Is that so?" Rufus slides his hands around so he is hugging Reeve, though his hands work slowly on the man's pectoral muscles, then his nipples.

"Yes," Reeve groans, his body pushing back against Rufus at the teasing of his nipples. Thorough indeed. "It's wonderful, to kiss like that. Makes me feel young."

Rufus chuckles softly at that, running his hands downward slowly to stroke along Reeve's stomach, and leaning up to kiss his ear. "I like kissing because it's personal. Because almost no one would do so.

"That's why I like it too," Reeve smiled. "Intimate."

He is panting a little, now, trying to rise up on his tip toes to get Rufus's hands further down his body. The teasing is fair.

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His left what?

Hip.

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