[So used to taking orders, he doesn't stop to think about the demand before he nods in the affirmative. He brings his fingers to his mouth, wetting index and middle enough that when he slides them in one at a time there's less resistance. Or, so he expected.
Rufus was inexplicably tight, and it was just as concerning as it was arousing. He suspected this wasn't the sort of thing the Shinra heir got up to often, but it never once crossed his mind that it hadn't happened before. Rude does his best to take his time, using his fingers so that he could work Rufus relaxed a little bit more. He watches the expression on the man's face while he slides his fingers deeper, pushing against his prostate cautiously when he feels it. Rude wants him to feel good, but he doesn't want to make him cum just yet.]
You don't do this often, do you?
[He's not complaining, or poking fun, just surveying the situation and laying out his findings. Rude uses his free hand to wipe some of the precum off of Rufus's cock to spread it over his own and with a little saliva at least the head shined like it might be manageable if they took their time.
Had he known Rufus was a virgin to this, he'd have insisted they find some form of lube, but instead he withdraws his fingers, pulls his pants further down his thighs to expose his ass better, and positions the blond so he's pulling him down onto his pierced cock. Whether it's modesty or delusion that makes Rude think it won't be a difficult fit is unknown to even him, but at least he's watching Rufus' face for signs that he should stop guiding himself in.]
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Rufus was inexplicably tight, and it was just as concerning as it was arousing. He suspected this wasn't the sort of thing the Shinra heir got up to often, but it never once crossed his mind that it hadn't happened before. Rude does his best to take his time, using his fingers so that he could work Rufus relaxed a little bit more. He watches the expression on the man's face while he slides his fingers deeper, pushing against his prostate cautiously when he feels it. Rude wants him to feel good, but he doesn't want to make him cum just yet.]
You don't do this often, do you?
[He's not complaining, or poking fun, just surveying the situation and laying out his findings. Rude uses his free hand to wipe some of the precum off of Rufus's cock to spread it over his own and with a little saliva at least the head shined like it might be manageable if they took their time.
Had he known Rufus was a virgin to this, he'd have insisted they find some form of lube, but instead he withdraws his fingers, pulls his pants further down his thighs to expose his ass better, and positions the blond so he's pulling him down onto his pierced cock. Whether it's modesty or delusion that makes Rude think it won't be a difficult fit is unknown to even him, but at least he's watching Rufus' face for signs that he should stop guiding himself in.]