"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.
Rufus laughs breathlessly, leaning his head down as he clutches the bedsheets. He was stopped from responding at first when Rude started to push into him, letting out a low moan as he was stretched out. He loved the feel of Rude's cock piercing inside of him and he shifted his hips back against Rude's to encourage him to keep going.
"Grab my hips." It was an open invitation for Rude to be rougher with him. This wasn't just about having a distraction during Tseng's absence, he genuinely enjoyed his time with Rude. Even though he wasn't sure what this thing was outside of a professional context, he just knew he wanted more of this however he got it.
His moans were loud, there was no holding back as he reached behind him to grab Rude's hand to put on his hip.
When Rufus catches one of his hands to place on his hip, the other follows suit right away, his fingers digging into soft skin firmly for the second push of his hips. He doesn't take his time or give the blond any amount of time to adjust.
Rude feels like he knows his way around Rufus' body by heart now even though they've done this only a few times in other positions, yet he knows just where to find that spot that makes Rufus clench even tighter than the fit usually is.
One hand moves from his waist to feel over his lower abdomen every time he pushes into him, curious if he could feel himself pushing things out to make space for his cock.
Rufus clenches down hard around Rude's cock when he finds just the right spot, seeing white dots at the edges of his vision. He can't help but be impressed with how quickly Rude had learned just where to fuck him to make him start to lose control.
He didn't hold back with the sounds that escaped his lips with each thrust of Rude's cock filling him up and stretching him to his limit, gasping Rude's name several times. He had to bow his head, it didn't take long for him start to get to that edge as he shifted down one elbow so he could take his cock in one hand to stroke himself.
Rude pushes through the tightness, groaning as he does. He doesn't understand how it's possible for Rufus to feel this good around him but to not give any real indication that it was the least bit painful. The man just took what he was given and demanded more. This was probably the only time he'd seen any indication that Rufus was greedy for anything.
He grabs both his hands, holding them together behind his back with one hand, his other one pressing Rufus' face into the mattress as he fucks him harder, not allowing him to touch himself. Rude just keeps driving himself into that spot, curious to see if the blond would come without being touched.
Rufus could barely breathe with each hard thrust, letting out a low whimper of pleasure as his hands were grabbed and pinned behind his back. The noises he made were muffled as Rude held him down and fucked him roughly.
It didn't take him long to reach his climax, his cry muffled by the mattress his body tightened around Rude and for a moment he's overwhelmed as if he's suspended in a white hazy limbo. His face is still pressed into the mattress, trying to catch his breath.
Rude isn't finished yet, but as soon as Rufus is done, he lets go of the grip on his arms and leans forward to press kisses against the back of Rufus' neck and shoulder, staying deep inside him while he takes hold of his cock to milk him dry.
"You like being held down?"
He asks for no other reason than his personal interest. Rude remains buried deep inside his boss for a while longer, still not done, but not sure he should take up more of Rufus' time to finish.
Rufus moans softly as Rude strokes him through his climax. The kisses to his shoulder and neck make him smile, it's such a small, intimate, affectionate gesture that he enjoys more he expects. But with Rude it feels natural and that he can accept it. His body feels pliant, every bit of him sensitive.
He nods propping himself on his elbows when his hands are released. "I do. And you know you can always finish in me, Rude." His voice is still breathless but he doesn't want to stop yet. "I'm not ready to go back yet."
Rude is still painfully hard and leaking precome when he pulls out of Rufus to lie down beside him.
"You're giving me blanket approval for this? Anywhere, any time?"
He smirks a little, lying on his back before reaching for Rufus to draw him on top of him. It's clear he's a little sensitive still, but Rude still encourages him to straddle his face. His hands on Rufus' hips pull down until his tongue can push it self inside him where his cock had just worked the blond open.
There is no hesitation to give Rude that permission. The thought of Rude grabbing him to fuck him over his desk or against the window of his office on the 70th floor above all of Midgar made his cock twitch with anticipation. He straddles his face, knees on either side of his head as he lows himself onto Rudes' tongue. He has to reach out to grab the headboard to steady himself, letting out a moan as Rude's tongue moves across sensitive skin between his legs.
Rude expected to hear a variety of stipulations to his statement, but nothing followed, and he suspects that it has something to do with Rufus being distracted at the moment. His hands pull at the hips hovering over his face to get him right where he wants him to slip his tongue in again, further than he was able to before.
His fingers circle around Rufus' cock, curious to see at what point he might start to get hard again. In the meanwhile he makes himself at home as his tongue familiarizes itself with the insides of Rufus's walls.
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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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"Grab my hips." It was an open invitation for Rude to be rougher with him. This wasn't just about having a distraction during Tseng's absence, he genuinely enjoyed his time with Rude. Even though he wasn't sure what this thing was outside of a professional context, he just knew he wanted more of this however he got it.
His moans were loud, there was no holding back as he reached behind him to grab Rude's hand to put on his hip.
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Rude feels like he knows his way around Rufus' body by heart now even though they've done this only a few times in other positions, yet he knows just where to find that spot that makes Rufus clench even tighter than the fit usually is.
One hand moves from his waist to feel over his lower abdomen every time he pushes into him, curious if he could feel himself pushing things out to make space for his cock.
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He didn't hold back with the sounds that escaped his lips with each thrust of Rude's cock filling him up and stretching him to his limit, gasping Rude's name several times. He had to bow his head, it didn't take long for him start to get to that edge as he shifted down one elbow so he could take his cock in one hand to stroke himself.
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He grabs both his hands, holding them together behind his back with one hand, his other one pressing Rufus' face into the mattress as he fucks him harder, not allowing him to touch himself. Rude just keeps driving himself into that spot, curious to see if the blond would come without being touched.
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It didn't take him long to reach his climax, his cry muffled by the mattress his body tightened around Rude and for a moment he's overwhelmed as if he's suspended in a white hazy limbo. His face is still pressed into the mattress, trying to catch his breath.
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"You like being held down?"
He asks for no other reason than his personal interest. Rude remains buried deep inside his boss for a while longer, still not done, but not sure he should take up more of Rufus' time to finish.
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He nods propping himself on his elbows when his hands are released. "I do. And you know you can always finish in me, Rude." His voice is still breathless but he doesn't want to stop yet. "I'm not ready to go back yet."
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"You're giving me blanket approval for this? Anywhere, any time?"
He smirks a little, lying on his back before reaching for Rufus to draw him on top of him. It's clear he's a little sensitive still, but Rude still encourages him to straddle his face. His hands on Rufus' hips pull down until his tongue can push it self inside him where his cock had just worked the blond open.
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There is no hesitation to give Rude that permission. The thought of Rude grabbing him to fuck him over his desk or against the window of his office on the 70th floor above all of Midgar made his cock twitch with anticipation. He straddles his face, knees on either side of his head as he lows himself onto Rudes' tongue. He has to reach out to grab the headboard to steady himself, letting out a moan as Rude's tongue moves across sensitive skin between his legs.
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His fingers circle around Rufus' cock, curious to see at what point he might start to get hard again. In the meanwhile he makes himself at home as his tongue familiarizes itself with the insides of Rufus's walls.
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