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He really shouldn't find it such, but somehow that response makes this whole thing quite delightful, and Rufus decides to enjoy it for just a moment more, using just a bit of his nails on Reeve's lower back almost idly.

Yet it is only momentary, his hand withdrawing to grab Reeve's wrist almost bruisingly and begin to cuff it.

There is absolutely no movement by Reeve to resist Rufus. He doesn't pull away from the scratch ~~why would he when they both knew he loved that sort of thing~~, and he actively leaned IN to the rough grip, biting his lip to keep from moaning. It hurt in just the right way.

Reeve will find that Rufus knows what he is doing, the blond grabbing and securing the other man's second hand just tightly enough that he'll feel a definite pressure, a little pain perhaps, but not enough that there will be any lasting marks.

His job done, Rufus places a gently kiss to Reeve's neck before standing from the bed and moving to the bag he brought for them, sifting through.

"Let's see... I don't want to scratch you to death, so what should I use to inflict enough pain to get you off...?"

Somehow, Reeve isn't surprised. A man half raised by the Turks? Of course he knows how to properly restrain someone. But it's good, good enough that Reeve heaves a deep sigh of relief. He's relaxed from that simple act, in a way he hasn't been in a very long time. It's almost like he's going to melt. But then Rufus is saying such lovely words and instead of relaxed, he's undeniably aroused.

"I have a pet cat. I can handle getting scratched to death."

"Maybe so," Rufus agrees, standing slowly. "Though my nails are quite different than a cat, and you know it. Still, I was thinking, how about we use something tried and true, and fitting to our current conversation."

The whole time he is speaking, Rufus has also been moving towards
Reeve, hand behind his back. Stopping, and timing his words, he brings up a cat o' nine tails as he finishes speaking, using it to tilt Reeve's chin up and let the straps of leather tickle whatever skin they reach.

Well holy fuck. Never had one of those before. Never. And Reeve can't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

"Now that's a cat of a different stroke altogether. Introduce me to your pet?"

Rufus chuckles softly, leaning over to kiss Reeve for a moment before moving back, readjusting the cat o nine tails so that when he finally uses it, sending the first lash over Reeve's chest with just enough power to sting, there's little doubt he has used it before.

"Like this, Mr. Tuesti? Or, would you like to get to know him a little more strongly?"

Damn, where did Rufus get that experience from? Not that he cares. It felt so good. Very good. Come on, again.

"Stronger," Reeve moans, shivering. The sting has his blood boiling.

There was a lot Rufus had learned that Reeve certainly did not wish to know about how, though he couldn't say he wasn't appreciative for the skill now, watching the change in expression and anxious to see what more he would get.

Which means there is not much hesitation between Reeve's response, and the next lash, which is brought down a little more harshly, though still obviously not as strong as he could be, raising a questioning brow to see if he needs to add more power.

Reeve bites his lip as he takes the blow, and then lets out the gasp of pleasure. The sting is divine and he shivers, moving a little toward Rufus.

"Like that, babe. Just don't stop doing that. Please."

Rufus doesn't hold back an amused chuckle as he brings another lash down, shifting his wrist to make sure it hits another spot, the apparent aim as he slowly sets a pace to rarely hit the same place twice.

Damn that's the best thing. The way the lash strikes his back, sending a sting of pain through his body, leaving the heat searing into his skin, making him flinch forward a step. All so good.

"Another, please. Please, master, another."

Oops. He's terrible.

Reeve may have intended it as terrible, perhaps a bit sexy, but the phrase causes Rufus to stop the lashing, a small sound that Reeve will recognize coming from the blond, before a laugh erupts and Rufus runs the tails of the whip along the wounds he has left so far.

"Now, Reeve, you should know "Master" isn't what I want to hear or be called..." He reaches his hand over to drag his nails through dark hair, before grasping gently. "You know I love hearing my name, or barring that, President. Got it?"

On his final words, Rufus tugs Reeve's hair sharply and digs the whip into one of the wounds he has been running it across.

No, laughter earns a wince. Oh dear, he's made a mistake. But then Rufus is giving him something else to focus on. Nails in his hair and fingers curled in his hair, fuck, that's good. And he moans at the pain, unable to help himself from shying away a little even when he likes the pleasure of it.

"Yes, Mister President."

Rufus tugs at the hair enough to access Reeve's neck, kissing it softly before shifting to send another quick lash onto the older man. "Good... now, shall we continue in earnest?"

Reeve bites back confirmation because the sting of pleasure is back, his back already aching from the strikes. And damn the sound so impossibly loud. Something told him Rufus's protectors had to know what they were up to right now.

In a way, that was almost a turn on.

For sure, Tseng had an idea what they were up to, since the man had been given the unfortunate duty of gathering toys for Rufus more than once; Reno could not be trusted with such a thing, after all. Yet the others? Excepting perhaps Elena, by now they probably had a very good idea, and likely were taking turns 'guarding' the former-president while the rest went out for "air."

Not that Rufus cared, or even found it anything but normal. Too many years under watchful eyes did that to a man, although he would be the first to harass Reno should he make any of his usual remarks.

Thankfully for Reeve, right now was not one of those situations, and aside from whatever part of Rufus always remained aware of his surroundings, every bit of the blond's focus was on the man in front of him: reading Reeve's face, his movements, any little sounds he made and using it to his own advantage.

Which lead to three slightly harsher stings against the architect's back before the pressure which Reeve had deemed good was re-applied for a moment, then lessened for three lashes and brought back. Blue eyes would keep watch, this little up and down assault continuing, determining if it was better than the steady pace of before.

The good news is that Reeve enjoys the greater force, his whimpers and there is no denying that his body appreciates it. Even with the sting of pain he's still achingly hard. At last, though, he lowers his head.

"Mister President, please. I need you."

"Need me? For?" He stops the lashing for just a second once again, letting the pain of the wounds settle in and burn gently, even as he moves so he can look Reeve in the eye, giving him one of those strange little purrs that he knows the man has come to enjoy. "Don't tell me you changed your mind about coming without me touching you?"

Without him... Right, that. Reeve whines, biting his lip. He really doesn't know how to deal with that. Because it's good, but it's not enough.

"I want to, but this isn't enough."

And he doesn't know that it can be. He loved the idea that it could, but so far... well, it was intense and wonderful but the complete lack of touch... nothing of skin on skin? He needed more.

Rufus chuckles softly, and reaches over to sort of pet Reeve's hair. He could be quite mean right now, if he wanted, but the desire just isn't there, so instead he indicates for Reeve to slide himself onto the bed.

"Find a comfortable position, and let's see what we can do, hm?"

Reeve doesn't mean to whimper in relief, but he does. He does so and then moves to the bed, settling on it on his back. Seems like the best position for Rufus to get to him from. And it is absolutely clear that he's been enjoying this. The front of the lacy panties he had put on is damp and frankly itchy from how aroused he'd become.

"Please, just give me something. I need to feel you."

A little part of him found some strange amusement watching this. After having played the Shinra everyone knew for so long with Kadaj, coming back to the realm of the Shinra most did not was fascinating, especially considering the relationship these two had. If this had been the Rufus of old, there was no way Reeve would have allowed even a fraction of this; emotion or otherwise.

It's likely that side which earns Reeve that little smirk which is often quite stuck on Rufus' face, though it fades quickly, replaced with an intent look as Rufus settles the Cat o' nine tails on the bed, crawling onto it himself to straddle Reeve, though he is sure none of his body touches the man quite yet.

"How about my favorite treat in exchange?" He dips down a little, and it should be obvious he wants a kiss.

Oh come now, why is he not being touched? This is the worst. Reeve whines until Rufus asks, and then he leans up to press his lips to Rufus's. And, of course, his body up to try and feel Rufus firmly against him.

Rufus hums at the raising body, allowing it for a moment before pressing Reeve back down, enjoying the kiss while he can. Yet he does eventually pull away, smirking at Reeve.

"How would you like to be touched? Rub together, my hand, perhaps I could use my mouth?"

And yes, he is enjoying being a tease.

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Cosplay will kill me

Will it? Why?

Another detail whenever I look lol

Oh hun

I WILL get my goals done lol

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