If there was something he could do to reassure Rufus short of telling him the truth he would do it, but when it comes down to it, he's like Tseng. He really doesn't want to hurt him if it can be avoided. It's not to say he finds Rufus weak or lacking, but he doesn't want to put more on his plate.
"I know. I've noticed. You're different. You say it's only been two years, but it feels like you've lived more during that time. What you went through did change you, and I'm only slowly getting to see those changes." Rude stops speaking abruptly when the napkin gets to his face, feeling a little embarrassed about having to be groomed in public, but he doesn't hate it as much as the flush to his cheeks let on.
"I apologize if I've been slow with adjusting. I'm also trying to get used to..us." Was there even an "us" between them? Rude didn't know for sure officially, but their dynamic now was definitely a little more different than it had been when he woke up on those cliffs with everyone else. He glances over at Rufus, simultaneously wanting to kiss him and pull him into his arms to hold him after what they've both been through in the last 24-48 hours.
"We didn't have this kind of relationship before so this is new territory for me as well." Rufus isn't sure what kind of relationship this is exactly. 'Us'. It's strange when Rude says it in such a personal manner.
He feels very aware of how public this conversation is suddenly. There are things that he wants to ask Rude but he can't do it with others around, especially when he can tell there are people who recognize him even if they don't dare to approach him with Rude there.
"We should go. Just not back to the office," he decides as he finishes his coffee. He'll let Rude decide where they go now, he just doesn't want to go back to his office where he'll feel trapped being able to do nothing aside from meaningless paperwork.
Rude doesn't intend to give the title any more meaning than the best possible word to describe whatever they were. He isn't trying to complicate either of their jobs, but it's been made clear that whatever it was, they both wanted to keep doing it.
His croissant is embarrassingly small, and it vanishes in a couple bites followed by sips of coffee. He can tell there are things that aren't being said due to the location, and he should have expected as much. They could have gone to his apartment from the start had he had the foresight. There was also the safe house where Tseng's dead body had been, but that was out of the question.
"My apartment isn't far," he responds quickly, tossing his empty coffee container after he stands. The walk isn't far, but as he's unlocking the door, he wonders if maybe the inside would be disappointing for someone of Rufus' caliber. All the same, it's too late now, so he pushes open the door to his modernly decorated and overly organized home. "Make yourself comfortable."
Rufus takes a moment to look around as he entered Rude's apartment. It's uniquely Rude in how neat and orderly it was which makes him smile a bit. He pulls off his coat, placing it over the back of a nearby chair as he glances at Rude. "I like it- this is certainly you."
He just decides that he wants to lay down so he doesn't stop to ask permission to venture into Rude's bedroom, kicking his shoes off before laying down on the bed to make himself comfortable. This felt a bit more intimate than other times but he's not going to let that stop him. He leaves space on the bed beside him for Rude to join him, he's not ready to go back to the office for awhile.
Rude does the same with his own jacket, but hangs back to shut the door and watch Rufus make his way around. He's not sure what the first impression will be like but so far it doesn't seem to be a bad one.
Rufus disappears into his room and Rude has to step quickly to catch up, lingering in the doorway just to watch. He expects to see his boss walking around and examining every little detail, but instead he makes himself comfortable in Rude's bed. The sight makes him smile just for a moment before he steps out of his shoes and joins Rufus on the bed.
"Tired?" he asks, shifting closer and draping an arm over Rufus almost protectively. Only almost because there was nothing around to protect him from.
"Exhausted, as I'm sure you are." Rufus hadn't been the only one who had just lost someone in the last day. He let himself be pulled closer, looking at him closely.
"I'm sorry about Reno. That I couldn't do more." His voice is quiet and he doesn't look away from Rude. Reno had been there to find him along with Rude when everyone thought he was dead after Meteorfall and then had been the one to help him out of the cave. Rufus had only been able to watch him die.
"I know he's more than just your partner as a Turk to you. He's saved my life but I couldn't do the same for him." He knew that it wasn't his job to do that but it didn't matter that night. Reno had come to him and he couldn't do anything.
They each have grounds for exhaustion, so Rude doesn't blame him for wanting to lie down a while.
Having Reno brought up doesn't do much to relax him, but he does appreciate the sentiment. "I don't think anyone could have done anything from what I've been told about it. I'm just glad he wasn't alone though it."
It hurt that he wasn't the one there with him, but that pain was slowly subsiding now that Reno was back in action. That whole night before he knew his partner was still alive, he'd been inconsolable and didn't accept anyone's calls. He hopes Tseng comes back soon so he won't have to put Rufus through that. He idly traces a finger over Rufus' collar bone, thinking.
"It's okay, you did everything you could for him, and you were there when I couldn't be. I should be kissing your fingers and thanking you for that."
Rufus isn't sure if he should tell Rude that Reno's last word is his partner's name but he decides that it wouldn't make a difference at this point. It was done and now they had to move forward from there.
He moves closer when Rude touches him, selfishly seeking out more contact from him. He decides right then that the inventory reports could wait for a few hours while he was here. He had a lot of work to go through but right now he knew he wouldn't be able to focus on anything remotely productive at the moment. He needed to try to get his own personal emotions under control first or else he would make mistakes.
"Just let me stay here for a bit." Tseng and Reno could find him here if they needed to, he really didn't want to deal with anyone else at this moment.
A mention of that might cause Rude to remember the destruction he caused in this very apartment that night. If the place looked particularly clean right now its because most of his damageable furniture had been shattered, and luckily his televisions were all mounted on the wall or they would have gotten kicked or smashed onto the floor as well.
It takes a lot to get him there, but when he was upset he could get violent. Thankfully his temperament was controlled reasonably well the rest of the time or doing his job might have been impossible.
He nods at Rufus' request, pressing his face into the crook of the blond's neck. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too." The love he has for Reno is something he could never explain with words, and even if nothing would ever become of it, that wouldn't change. The love he has for Rufus is just as special. He's like family to him. Rude would take a bullet for him without thinking twice. Even if he lost his position as president, Rude would remain by his side all the same. He couldn't bare to watch anything happen to Rufus.
That was all the encouragement Rufus needs to wrap his arms around Rude. He's not sure what to say even though he already knew it. Rude, along with the others, had stayed with him for the last couple of years even on the bad days when even Rufus himself couldn't deny how serious his illness was.
"I'm not going anywhere, Rude. The Planet itself couldn't kill me, Sephiroth and his remanent failed." He owes his life to the Turks but he had also simply refused to die no matter what the circumstances. Even if he had to fight tooth and nail for it, he would always ensure that he would survive even if just for another day.
But right now he can just lay in Rude's arms, hidden away in his apartment. He couldn't stay here forever but he could indulge himself in a few hours.
"I know you're strong. I understand that," Rude presses a kiss to Rufus' jaw and then the side of his face. "But I'm still going to worry about your safety. I can't help that."
Protecting Rufus was so much of his day-to-day now that it was impossible to imagine what life would be like without that. He's glad for Rufus, and so he'll fight as hard as he can to make sure nothing happens to him. Now he has a little bit more incentive to see to it that he's not harmed.
He keeps the blond in his arms, closing his eyes and trying not to think about whether or not this was at all similar to the way Rufus must have held Reno as he died. Did he kiss him as he took his last breath's? Remind him that he was loved? Did he touch his hair and send him off thinking of their best memories. Rude is the one to cry first, again. There are no sobs, no sniffles, and no fuss, just excessive moisture in his tear ducts that fall down the side of his face because of the way he's on his side.
"I don't want to lose anyone else. Even if it's temporary."
Rufus reaches out to take Rude's sunglasses off, setting them off somewhere to the side. This isn't the first time he's seen Rude cry but those are not memories he wants to dwell on or bring up. A part of him had always envied Rude for being able to cry, he wonders how it feels to let out these emotions. It must be freeing.
He can't promise that it won't happen again- Sephiroth won't show any of them mercy. And Sephiroth was just the threat he knew was out there. He was sure there were other dangers lurking out there. But he's not going to focus on that right now, his attention was entirely on Rude. He reaches out to touch Rude's cheek, wiping tears across his skin.
Instead, he just leans in to press a kiss against Rude's lips, pulling him closer against him.
It doesn't feel liberating. Not right away. Just makes him feel weak and pathetic. Surrounded by the type of people he's constantly around, he always feels like the odd man out. Of course he wouldn't be there if he couldn't turn it on and off as quickly as flipping a light switch, but in comparison he feels like he requires more moments of letting things out than the others. Killing thousands of people doesn't usually elicit the same response as the death of one (or two, but Rufus doesn't know about that one) person he's close to.
He wants to wring Sephiroth's neck using his own hair so badly that it hurts every moment that he's not doing exactly that, but he trusts that there's going to be a plan in place to track and hunt him down. Tseng would know what to do.
Rude sighs, allowing himself to be momentarily distracted by the kiss despite the wetness of his face. He returns it slowly at first, and then with growing intensity as he snakes his leg between Rufus' thighs while his tongue dips into his mouth.
Rufus grabs the collar of Rude's suit to hold him close as he deepened the kiss, Sephiroth the furthest thing from his mind suddenly. It's incredibly easy to lose himself with Rude like this and he just lets himself push everything else away right now. If anyone needed to reach him, they could always call so he was going to indulge himself.
He only broke the kiss to pull away slightly to start to pull off his tie which is tossed aside followed by his shirt and belt before he grabs Rude's tie to pull him closer once more for a hard kiss. He wanted to feel something other than grief or anger and he knows he doesn't have to tell Rude this. They both needed to feel something else.
He doesn't resist when Rufus pulls him in, and he stays close to continue kissing him. Rufus was like a place of calm he could come to for shelter in a storm. Maybe because being around him forced him to find strength enough to remind the man that he can protect him. Yet at the same time he felt comfortable enough to let his guard down around him enough to relax completely.
When more skin is revealed to him, he takes his time appreciating it with his hands, letting Rufus enjoy gloved fingertips against his chest and nipples while they kiss. He catches Rufus' tongue between his teeth and sucks at it before he pulls back to hurriedly draw of that glove with his teeth to better kiss his boss.
Rude's tie is getting a little tighter each time Rufus tugs on it, but he doesn't loosen it. Instead he lets Rufus use it as a leash of sorts while he places kisses to his neck and throat, leaving dark suction and bite marks dotted to his chest where he closes his mouth around a nipple, tonguing at it lazily. In a seemingly helpless moment he wants to reming Rufus that he can make him feel good.
He loves the feeling of the coarse leather of Rude's gloves against his skin, shivering when Rude's fingers brush against his nipples. He's not sure how much time they have but he's going to make the most of every minute together while they had it.
It seems Rude has gotten brave about leaving marks on his skin, and he let out a shaky breath as Rude teased his nipple with his tongue. He's not going to directly articulate what he wants, he's sure that Rude already knows what he likes and what he needs. Instead, he grabs Rude's hand to guide it down to the button of his pants to encourage him to keep going.
He has to let go of Rude's tie to pull it off and start to work on the buttons of his shirt. He pulls rough enough that a couple come loose and pop off but he doesn't care.
Rude takes that guidance very well. He unbuttons those trousers, drawing down the zipper and pulling each side apart to kiss the skin just above his underwear and then over the top of the fabric, putting his mouth around the part where the head of him would be. The moisture from his mouth seeps into Rufus' underwear making the fabric cling tighter to his skin.
He stops while they do away with more layers of clothing, but he goes right back to it as soon as he can. Rude pushes the backs of Rufus' legs up, settling between them so his boss' legs can drape over his shoulders after he gets his underwear off. His hands spread Rufus just enough that he can drag his tongue over and around his hole.
It doesn't take much encouragement for Rufus to spread his legs once the last of his clothes are off. He puts his legs over Rude's shoulders as the other man spreads him out. His cock is already hardening in anticipation but he doesn't reach to touch himself.
He's not disappointed as he feels Rude's tongue running along his hole, a breathless moan escaping his lips. He has to grab the bed sheets in his fists, encouraging Rude to keep going.
"More- fuck me with your tongue," he gasps breathlessly, back arching up as Rude teased him with his tongue.
He presses his lips against the insides of Rufus' thighs, biting at the skin between teasing licks to his hole, but the man is decisive in what he wants, and when he speaks Rude obeys.
Rude's tongue laps over the taut skin until Rufus relaxes enough and he takes the opportunity to force his tongue inside him, running his hands over the smooth skin of his stomach while he works.
He loves each of those bites to the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs, he would feel those later. He reached down to put a hand on the top of Rude's head without thinking twice about it as the man's tongue slipped inside of him.
There is no holding back his breathless moans of pleasure, his body arching with his head titled back.
Rude's hand moves to close around Rufus' cock as his tongue slips in and out of his ass shamelessly. He seems more concerned with making the blond feel good than worrying about anything himself. The more he works Rufus open with his tongue the less inclined he is to let that be all of it.
His hips shift against the mattress as he tries to decide whether or not to further monopolize on Rufus' time and attention. He can wait, though. If his boss wants more, he could demand it at any point. Until then he enjoys the moans and writhing of Rufus against his bed.
Eventually, he reaches down between his legs to have Rude look up at him. He wasn't ready to finish things quite so soon and no one had called for him yet. He wanted to stay here as long as he could today.
"How do you want me?" He was willing to hand Rude this little bit of power. His trust was absolute. "We at least have a few hours." Which meant that he wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
"Hands and knees." Rude responds a bit later because he's still not sure he's done using his mouth to make Rufus make filthy sounds. He leaves him with a kiss to the skin of his thigh as he gets up onto his knees, gesturing for Rufus to turn over.
"I'm sure a few hours will be enough time." While Rufus repositions, Rude goes ahead and grabs lube. There was more than a few hours worth, so they would be fine. It would go more smoothly than it had that first time in the abandoned bar. If he's honest with himself, he just wants to see what Rufus would look like assuming such an unbecoming position. Someone in a position like his may have never had to take orders like that in any capacity, but Rude was giving Rufus something to focus on that wasn't death or violence.
It was a vulnerable and certainly unbecoming position but Rufus smirks as he turns over. He doesn't want to think of himself as the president right now even though he knew there were things he should be doing.
He spreads his knees a bit to expose himself openly for Rude. He glances behind him to see Rude grab the lube, appreciating the gesture. While he had enjoyed their time in the bar, he had been incredibly sore afterward. While he didn't mind the pain, sitting through meetings had been awkward. "You don't have to be gentle with me." Though he knew there were lines Rude wouldn't cross with him.
Rude's eyes linger for a moment to take in the sight of his President spread open in front of him. More blood rushes down to fill out his cock, and he's almost painfully hard just from knowing he'd had his tongue in him and would get to be inside him again shortly.
"I don't imagine many get to see you like this. How did I get so lucky?" he jokes, spreading lube over his cock to add more slip to the bit of precum already starting to leak out.
Rufus' words gain an automatic nod from Rude. He loves that there's never any hesitation from his boss in telling him what he wanted. It would be an oversimplification of things to say that this interaction was transactional. Fucking his boss for something in return, but there was more to it than that. He wants to make Rufus feel good, and he doesn't want anything in return for it.
Rude makes sure not to keep him waiting too long, his hole is still wet from his tongue so he lines up, and guides himself in. The groan that leaves him should be sign enough that he's still not used to how tight he is.
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"I know. I've noticed. You're different. You say it's only been two years, but it feels like you've lived more during that time. What you went through did change you, and I'm only slowly getting to see those changes." Rude stops speaking abruptly when the napkin gets to his face, feeling a little embarrassed about having to be groomed in public, but he doesn't hate it as much as the flush to his cheeks let on.
"I apologize if I've been slow with adjusting. I'm also trying to get used to..us." Was there even an "us" between them? Rude didn't know for sure officially, but their dynamic now was definitely a little more different than it had been when he woke up on those cliffs with everyone else. He glances over at Rufus, simultaneously wanting to kiss him and pull him into his arms to hold him after what they've both been through in the last 24-48 hours.
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He feels very aware of how public this conversation is suddenly. There are things that he wants to ask Rude but he can't do it with others around, especially when he can tell there are people who recognize him even if they don't dare to approach him with Rude there.
"We should go. Just not back to the office," he decides as he finishes his coffee. He'll let Rude decide where they go now, he just doesn't want to go back to his office where he'll feel trapped being able to do nothing aside from meaningless paperwork.
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His croissant is embarrassingly small, and it vanishes in a couple bites followed by sips of coffee. He can tell there are things that aren't being said due to the location, and he should have expected as much. They could have gone to his apartment from the start had he had the foresight. There was also the safe house where Tseng's dead body had been, but that was out of the question.
"My apartment isn't far," he responds quickly, tossing his empty coffee container after he stands. The walk isn't far, but as he's unlocking the door, he wonders if maybe the inside would be disappointing for someone of Rufus' caliber. All the same, it's too late now, so he pushes open the door to his modernly decorated and overly organized home. "Make yourself comfortable."
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He just decides that he wants to lay down so he doesn't stop to ask permission to venture into Rude's bedroom, kicking his shoes off before laying down on the bed to make himself comfortable. This felt a bit more intimate than other times but he's not going to let that stop him. He leaves space on the bed beside him for Rude to join him, he's not ready to go back to the office for awhile.
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Rufus disappears into his room and Rude has to step quickly to catch up, lingering in the doorway just to watch. He expects to see his boss walking around and examining every little detail, but instead he makes himself comfortable in Rude's bed. The sight makes him smile just for a moment before he steps out of his shoes and joins Rufus on the bed.
"Tired?" he asks, shifting closer and draping an arm over Rufus almost protectively. Only almost because there was nothing around to protect him from.
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"I'm sorry about Reno. That I couldn't do more." His voice is quiet and he doesn't look away from Rude. Reno had been there to find him along with Rude when everyone thought he was dead after Meteorfall and then had been the one to help him out of the cave. Rufus had only been able to watch him die.
"I know he's more than just your partner as a Turk to you. He's saved my life but I couldn't do the same for him." He knew that it wasn't his job to do that but it didn't matter that night. Reno had come to him and he couldn't do anything.
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Having Reno brought up doesn't do much to relax him, but he does appreciate the sentiment. "I don't think anyone could have done anything from what I've been told about it. I'm just glad he wasn't alone though it."
It hurt that he wasn't the one there with him, but that pain was slowly subsiding now that Reno was back in action. That whole night before he knew his partner was still alive, he'd been inconsolable and didn't accept anyone's calls. He hopes Tseng comes back soon so he won't have to put Rufus through that. He idly traces a finger over Rufus' collar bone, thinking.
"It's okay, you did everything you could for him, and you were there when I couldn't be. I should be kissing your fingers and thanking you for that."
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He moves closer when Rude touches him, selfishly seeking out more contact from him. He decides right then that the inventory reports could wait for a few hours while he was here. He had a lot of work to go through but right now he knew he wouldn't be able to focus on anything remotely productive at the moment. He needed to try to get his own personal emotions under control first or else he would make mistakes.
"Just let me stay here for a bit." Tseng and Reno could find him here if they needed to, he really didn't want to deal with anyone else at this moment.
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It takes a lot to get him there, but when he was upset he could get violent. Thankfully his temperament was controlled reasonably well the rest of the time or doing his job might have been impossible.
He nods at Rufus' request, pressing his face into the crook of the blond's neck. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too." The love he has for Reno is something he could never explain with words, and even if nothing would ever become of it, that wouldn't change. The love he has for Rufus is just as special. He's like family to him. Rude would take a bullet for him without thinking twice. Even if he lost his position as president, Rude would remain by his side all the same. He couldn't bare to watch anything happen to Rufus.
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"I'm not going anywhere, Rude. The Planet itself couldn't kill me, Sephiroth and his remanent failed." He owes his life to the Turks but he had also simply refused to die no matter what the circumstances. Even if he had to fight tooth and nail for it, he would always ensure that he would survive even if just for another day.
But right now he can just lay in Rude's arms, hidden away in his apartment. He couldn't stay here forever but he could indulge himself in a few hours.
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Protecting Rufus was so much of his day-to-day now that it was impossible to imagine what life would be like without that. He's glad for Rufus, and so he'll fight as hard as he can to make sure nothing happens to him. Now he has a little bit more incentive to see to it that he's not harmed.
He keeps the blond in his arms, closing his eyes and trying not to think about whether or not this was at all similar to the way Rufus must have held Reno as he died. Did he kiss him as he took his last breath's? Remind him that he was loved? Did he touch his hair and send him off thinking of their best memories. Rude is the one to cry first, again. There are no sobs, no sniffles, and no fuss, just excessive moisture in his tear ducts that fall down the side of his face because of the way he's on his side.
"I don't want to lose anyone else. Even if it's temporary."
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He can't promise that it won't happen again- Sephiroth won't show any of them mercy. And Sephiroth was just the threat he knew was out there. He was sure there were other dangers lurking out there. But he's not going to focus on that right now, his attention was entirely on Rude. He reaches out to touch Rude's cheek, wiping tears across his skin.
Instead, he just leans in to press a kiss against Rude's lips, pulling him closer against him.
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He wants to wring Sephiroth's neck using his own hair so badly that it hurts every moment that he's not doing exactly that, but he trusts that there's going to be a plan in place to track and hunt him down. Tseng would know what to do.
Rude sighs, allowing himself to be momentarily distracted by the kiss despite the wetness of his face. He returns it slowly at first, and then with growing intensity as he snakes his leg between Rufus' thighs while his tongue dips into his mouth.
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He only broke the kiss to pull away slightly to start to pull off his tie which is tossed aside followed by his shirt and belt before he grabs Rude's tie to pull him closer once more for a hard kiss. He wanted to feel something other than grief or anger and he knows he doesn't have to tell Rude this. They both needed to feel something else.
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When more skin is revealed to him, he takes his time appreciating it with his hands, letting Rufus enjoy gloved fingertips against his chest and nipples while they kiss. He catches Rufus' tongue between his teeth and sucks at it before he pulls back to hurriedly draw of that glove with his teeth to better kiss his boss.
Rude's tie is getting a little tighter each time Rufus tugs on it, but he doesn't loosen it. Instead he lets Rufus use it as a leash of sorts while he places kisses to his neck and throat, leaving dark suction and bite marks dotted to his chest where he closes his mouth around a nipple, tonguing at it lazily. In a seemingly helpless moment he wants to reming Rufus that he can make him feel good.
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It seems Rude has gotten brave about leaving marks on his skin, and he let out a shaky breath as Rude teased his nipple with his tongue. He's not going to directly articulate what he wants, he's sure that Rude already knows what he likes and what he needs. Instead, he grabs Rude's hand to guide it down to the button of his pants to encourage him to keep going.
He has to let go of Rude's tie to pull it off and start to work on the buttons of his shirt. He pulls rough enough that a couple come loose and pop off but he doesn't care.
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He stops while they do away with more layers of clothing, but he goes right back to it as soon as he can. Rude pushes the backs of Rufus' legs up, settling between them so his boss' legs can drape over his shoulders after he gets his underwear off. His hands spread Rufus just enough that he can drag his tongue over and around his hole.
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He's not disappointed as he feels Rude's tongue running along his hole, a breathless moan escaping his lips. He has to grab the bed sheets in his fists, encouraging Rude to keep going.
"More- fuck me with your tongue," he gasps breathlessly, back arching up as Rude teased him with his tongue.
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Rude's tongue laps over the taut skin until Rufus relaxes enough and he takes the opportunity to force his tongue inside him, running his hands over the smooth skin of his stomach while he works.
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There is no holding back his breathless moans of pleasure, his body arching with his head titled back.
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His hips shift against the mattress as he tries to decide whether or not to further monopolize on Rufus' time and attention. He can wait, though. If his boss wants more, he could demand it at any point. Until then he enjoys the moans and writhing of Rufus against his bed.
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"How do you want me?" He was willing to hand Rude this little bit of power. His trust was absolute. "We at least have a few hours." Which meant that he wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
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"I'm sure a few hours will be enough time." While Rufus repositions, Rude goes ahead and grabs lube. There was more than a few hours worth, so they would be fine. It would go more smoothly than it had that first time in the abandoned bar. If he's honest with himself, he just wants to see what Rufus would look like assuming such an unbecoming position. Someone in a position like his may have never had to take orders like that in any capacity, but Rude was giving Rufus something to focus on that wasn't death or violence.
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He spreads his knees a bit to expose himself openly for Rude. He glances behind him to see Rude grab the lube, appreciating the gesture. While he had enjoyed their time in the bar, he had been incredibly sore afterward. While he didn't mind the pain, sitting through meetings had been awkward. "You don't have to be gentle with me." Though he knew there were lines Rude wouldn't cross with him.
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"I don't imagine many get to see you like this. How did I get so lucky?" he jokes, spreading lube over his cock to add more slip to the bit of precum already starting to leak out.
Rufus' words gain an automatic nod from Rude. He loves that there's never any hesitation from his boss in telling him what he wanted. It would be an oversimplification of things to say that this interaction was transactional. Fucking his boss for something in return, but there was more to it than that. He wants to make Rufus feel good, and he doesn't want anything in return for it.
Rude makes sure not to keep him waiting too long, his hole is still wet from his tongue so he lines up, and guides himself in. The groan that leaves him should be sign enough that he's still not used to how tight he is.
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