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.
"Rude..Rude-" Rufus can't focus on anything other than how Rude's tongue explores him thoroughly. It doesn't take long for his cock to start to get hard again in Rude's hand as he shifts his hips, fucking himself on Rude's tongue.
Every pass over sensitive skin, especially where Rude's cock piercing had rubbed him, sent sends jolts through his body. He has to clutch the bedframe tighter as his back arches, letting out a string of curses without being conscious of doing so.
Rude encourages Rufus to continue riding his tongue while his hand strokes over Rufus' cock, getting him hard all over again. He takes his time with it, knowing that he must be more sensitive now than the fist time, but he's so fond of the sounds Rufus makes and the way he tightens around his tongue for just seconds at a time until he remembers Rude can't get as deep when he's closed off.
Once it feels like Rufus is more receptive, he shifts from under him, leaving his hole wet and willing so he can position the blond on his back, pushing one of his thighs out of the way so he can slide his cock back inside him in a much smoother motion than any time before. It felt perfect. Not just because of Rufus' grip on him being less impossibly tight, but also because he's able to look down and see his face. Maybe he's getting soft, but it feels better for him when there's meaningful eye contact.
Rufus lets Rude move him onto his back, moving his legs up to rest against Rude's arms so he could slide in a bit deeper. At first, he closes his eyes as he groans low in his throat, tilting his head back as he feels Rude's eyes on his face.
But when Rude is entirely inside of him he has to open his eyes, looking up to meet the other man's gaze. It makes him feel increasingly vulnerable with how intimate this is but he doesn't look away now.
There wasn't really any angle of Rufus' face that wasn't pleasing to look at, and the rest of his body seemed to follow that same pattern. Rude soaks up the side of him spread wide on his back as he moans. Then their gazes meet again and Rude's movements go from tender and careful to more desperate.
One of Rude's hands grips at the back of Rufus' thigh while the other reaches down to take his cock in hand, jerking him off at about the same pace he's fucking him. There is no reality in which he lasts much longer than this.
Rufus arches his back as Rude started moving harder, grabbing at Rude's hip hard enough that there would be bruises there later but he kept his eyes on Rude's face now.
His eyes unfocus for a moment as Rude strokes him into his climax, coming across Rude's hand and his stomach with a loud moan. "Rude- " was all he could say though, hoping that the other man would understand all the things he couldn't put into words anyway.
Rude is sure it's the sound of Rufus calling out his name that does it for him. He groans as he comes, a little startled by it despite having started to warn Rufus just moments before.
His movements slow, but don't stop, grinding almost. Like he's trying to make sure to empty himself as deep inside the blond as he can manage. Rude lowers himself on top of Rufus after getting that wonderful eyeful of spread thighs and spent cock.
Without warning he presses kisses against Rufus' neck and jaw, making his way to those lips. As if right on cue, a phone rings. It's not his own, so that only leaves one possibility. "Tell them I took you for lunch and we got stuck in traffic." As long as Rufus wasn't on his own, no one should worry too much--he hopes.
Rufus is still catching his breath when his phone rings, groaning as he feels Rude coming inside of him. He wrinkles his nose in annoyance, holding out his hand for the phone since he couldn't move with Rude buried inside of him still. "Alright."
As soon as he had the phone in his hand, he checks the caller id before flipping it open. Vaguely he remembers he has a meeting with some department administrator or other this afternoon but he hadn't expected anyone to dare call him. He nods at Rude's request as he listens to the person on the other line, as long as Rude didn't want to tell the other Turks about their affair Rufus wouldn't be the one to disclose anything.
He tapped his fingers against Rude's side as he talked, brow furrowed as he spoke with some unfortunate administrator who was calling on behalf of an executive who was going to have a bad day when he got back. The traffic in Midgar was terrible, no he didn't know what sector he was in and he wasn't about to go out and look, and no, he had no idea when he would be back. Eventually, he just decided to hang up, tossing the phone to the side as he looked at Rude. "It seems I forgot I had some meetings today."
He doesn't want to move, or get up, or even pull out of Rufus just yet, but duty calls. Rude reaches for the phone with the minimal amount of moving as he's still nestled comfortably inside Rufus and probably won't pull out until whatever the issue is gets resolved.
Rude hands over the phone and decides, for the good of whoever was on the other end of that line, to continue dotting kisses over his boss' neck and chest. The call drags on longer than Rude even has patience for, and for his trouble he leaves Rufus with a dark red mark just beneath one of his collar bones. Only once the call is over does Rude pull out and situate himself beside Rufus instead.
"We should head back, then." He looks around them at their clothes scattered on the bed and floor. "Unless there's time for a shower?"
Rufus tries to hold in a gasp of pleasure while he's talking on the phone as Rude gives him a dark mark below his collarbone, smiling at the kisses. "Were you trying to distract me?" he chuckles, rolling onto his side after Rude pulled out of him to face him.
"Shower first. I should at least try not to look like I've just been thoroughly fucked when I get back," he remarks with a laugh as he sits up carefully, leaning over to kiss Rude lightly before sliding off the bed. "Tseng or Reno will tell me if I have to get back right away. Everyone else can wait on me."
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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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Every pass over sensitive skin, especially where Rude's cock piercing had rubbed him, sent sends jolts through his body. He has to clutch the bedframe tighter as his back arches, letting out a string of curses without being conscious of doing so.
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Once it feels like Rufus is more receptive, he shifts from under him, leaving his hole wet and willing so he can position the blond on his back, pushing one of his thighs out of the way so he can slide his cock back inside him in a much smoother motion than any time before. It felt perfect. Not just because of Rufus' grip on him being less impossibly tight, but also because he's able to look down and see his face. Maybe he's getting soft, but it feels better for him when there's meaningful eye contact.
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But when Rude is entirely inside of him he has to open his eyes, looking up to meet the other man's gaze. It makes him feel increasingly vulnerable with how intimate this is but he doesn't look away now.
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One of Rude's hands grips at the back of Rufus' thigh while the other reaches down to take his cock in hand, jerking him off at about the same pace he's fucking him. There is no reality in which he lasts much longer than this.
"Sir..I.."
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His eyes unfocus for a moment as Rude strokes him into his climax, coming across Rude's hand and his stomach with a loud moan. "Rude- " was all he could say though, hoping that the other man would understand all the things he couldn't put into words anyway.
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His movements slow, but don't stop, grinding almost. Like he's trying to make sure to empty himself as deep inside the blond as he can manage. Rude lowers himself on top of Rufus after getting that wonderful eyeful of spread thighs and spent cock.
Without warning he presses kisses against Rufus' neck and jaw, making his way to those lips. As if right on cue, a phone rings. It's not his own, so that only leaves one possibility. "Tell them I took you for lunch and we got stuck in traffic." As long as Rufus wasn't on his own, no one should worry too much--he hopes.
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As soon as he had the phone in his hand, he checks the caller id before flipping it open. Vaguely he remembers he has a meeting with some department administrator or other this afternoon but he hadn't expected anyone to dare call him. He nods at Rude's request as he listens to the person on the other line, as long as Rude didn't want to tell the other Turks about their affair Rufus wouldn't be the one to disclose anything.
He tapped his fingers against Rude's side as he talked, brow furrowed as he spoke with some unfortunate administrator who was calling on behalf of an executive who was going to have a bad day when he got back. The traffic in Midgar was terrible, no he didn't know what sector he was in and he wasn't about to go out and look, and no, he had no idea when he would be back. Eventually, he just decided to hang up, tossing the phone to the side as he looked at Rude. "It seems I forgot I had some meetings today."
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Rude hands over the phone and decides, for the good of whoever was on the other end of that line, to continue dotting kisses over his boss' neck and chest. The call drags on longer than Rude even has patience for, and for his trouble he leaves Rufus with a dark red mark just beneath one of his collar bones. Only once the call is over does Rude pull out and situate himself beside Rufus instead.
"We should head back, then." He looks around them at their clothes scattered on the bed and floor. "Unless there's time for a shower?"
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"Shower first. I should at least try not to look like I've just been thoroughly fucked when I get back," he remarks with a laugh as he sits up carefully, leaning over to kiss Rude lightly before sliding off the bed. "Tseng or Reno will tell me if I have to get back right away. Everyone else can wait on me."
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