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"Good boy," Reeve murmured, leaning in to kiss along his thighs before moving up to where the vibrator was. This he pulled free before positioning the dildo to push it in.

"You know why I like this model?" he asks, thoughtful and smiling at Rufus.

Rufus keeps himself as still as he can as Reeve kisses his thighs, though he can't help but squirm just slightly at the feeling while also moaning, shifting his hands as if he were going to try and insist on Reeve kissing somewhere else, though quite unable to do much to that effect given the situation.

Thankfully his attention is drawn by the removal of one object and the replacement of another, stopping his hands and earning another little groan before the blond responds to the question with a question of his own.

"Why?"

"Because of the material it's made out of," Reeve grinned, turning the vibrator up to high and pressing it against part of the dildo he hadn't pressed into Rufus yet.

"See, the material has wonderful give and transmits energy so damn well. Especially vibration."

While it's nowhere near as powerful as the vibrator alone, the dildo does begin to quiver with the energy. There's less transmitted all the way down to the tip, and a lot more a the base, which meant there was an unusual difference in how much it vibrated along it's length.

"It's fun."

The sensation generated by one toy being set against the other is an interesting one, in some ways almost ticklish, and Rufus is not entirely sure how he feels about it, though the continued squirming and hardening of his cock perhaps gives him a good clue. Probably gives Reeve one as well.

It certainly made him curious what feel it would give if more of that dildo was inside of him, or perhaps even both objects together, but the blond stays quiet as per their agreement, continuing slowly to relax into the feelings and allow himself to enjoy without the need to question or lead the situation along.

"What the world needs is a better vibrating dildo. But plastics and silicone molding aren't my specialty," Reeve continued, clearly enjoying talking while he worked. And working in this case meant slowly working the dildo inside of Rufus.

The topic of Reeve's speech was certainly an interesting one, if unimportant to the blond at the moment; which perhaps was why the older man chose it? Best not to risk asking or saying something that might actually earn a response. Or perhaps he was just saying whatever came to the top of his head?

Whatever the case was, Rufus was only half paying attention to the words, moaning a little as the dildo was pressed further inside and he could feel the wonderful vibrations even better.

Reeve smiled and finally leaned down to press his lips against Rufus's hip.

"Are you eager yet, for all you could have? Could you come untouched? Would that even be any fun?"

The kiss earns a small raising of Rufus' leg and a shift, as if it tickles somehow, even as he half hears the questions and wonders if those are to be answered or merely Reeve continuing the chatter as he brings the ex-president to whatever point he wants him to be at.

Decides to answer with another shift of his body, raising his hips up from the bed suggestively.

"Ah, you'd prefer to be touched," Reeve laughed, reading the movement of the hips as a request.

It was an effective one as well, as Reeve let his fingers brush over Rufus's cock.

Those fingers earn a small intake of breath, followed by a quiet moan and more of an arch in an indication Rufus would like more than just the brush of fingertips if Reeve will allow for it.

Good, that's a confirmation. And Reeve actually obliges for now. He lets hid fingers curl around Rufus's shaft and start to stroke.

"I could keep this going for hours, but it feels rude to do."

That hand curling around him and stroking feels amazing after the slight teasing of before and though he won't admit it, there may be a small part of Rufus that wouldn't entirely mind if Reeve continued to tease him more, to draw it out to an extent Rufus' only thoughts would be to finish.

Yet there's no real way to express this thought without speaking, except maybe...

Challenging blue eyes look at Reeve, daring him to go ahead and try to keep it going, to go ahead and let loose as much as he wants.

Reeve of course kept looking up at Rufus as he touched the man, and was amused to see the look he'd earned. How interesting. His hand slipped free and he tilted his head.

"And what, exactly, is that look for?"

"What do you think it's for?" Rufus smirks a bit, doubling down on the challenge by not giving a straight answer.

"Maybe I should stop touching you, until you speak," Reeve smiled, eyes flashing with delight.

"That's entirely up to you." Yet the small almost purr in Rufus' voice, and a tone Reeve knows by now as interest, will tell the man he's certainly getting the hint the ex-president is delivering.

Perfect. Reeve smiled, reaching down to replace the vibrator. Clearly Rufus needed more time being teased before they move on.

"Maybe I should have made a machine to play with you."

Another arch greets the replacement of the vibrator, likely unsurprising to Reeve by this time, but the little hiss from the blond is probably quite unexpected, as well as the almost pouting and whining sound in his voice as he responds to that remark.

"Machines are no fun, though. I like your touch much better."

"Oh?" Reeve asked. A voiced opinion. "Well, I suppose I could please you that way? Should I press my fingers into you, drive you mad with them alone?"

The offer isn't entirely expected, Rufus half having expected Reeve to shush him, but as the man seems to have taken the pout in stride and even responded to it, he'll receive his answer. Though the answer is joined with a little bit more of Rufus' usual ego.

"If you think you can."

Oh now that was too much sass. Reeve smirked and placed his hand over Rufus's mouth.

"Well clearly you can't be trusted with speaking privileges."

Still, his fingers did reach between Rufus's legs to start pulling the vibrator free again. ONly his fingers? Oh the things he could do.

Did Rufus ever truly need his voice, though? Reeve should know by now he was quite expressive. If he didn't, the mischief in his eyes would remind the man, even as Rufus holds still to let Reeve do what he will.

Oh what a menace this man is to him. And Reeve loved it. His fingers pressed in to the space that the vibrator had once been.

"I wonder how long I can have you in my attentions before a Turk complains that I've monopolized you too much.

With his mouth covered, Rufus can't remind Reeve that they have the whole night to themselves. Not that the man needed it, as the blond was almost entirely sure that the statement was merely that; something stated which needed no answering.

No, the only thing that needed any form of response right now were those fingers, Rufus offering a pleased sound at the feeling of them replacing the vibrator, eyes still watching Reeve and waiting to see what he would do.

To feel Rufus like this was a temptation all its own. A reminder of how warm and willign his body could be. But that was for later. Not too much later, but later. Reeve began to pump his fingers, smiling at Rufus.

"You're so kind, to allow me this freedom with the sweetness of your body.

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I think I have been cross-trained on too much at work whee

Oh Dear.

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