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."
Even knowing they had to get back didn't make him feel less inclined to move, but he forces himself to sit up. Hovering over Rufus for one more kiss before joining him in the shower. It would be quicker if they did it together. Hopefully.
"You look good thoroughly fucked, but I don't think I want to share this version of you with anyone else." He means it as a joke but there's a lot of truth behind his words. When did he become this possessive? Something to worry about at another time.
Rude puts on the shower to a mild temperature. "Hot or cold?" For the while being it'll be somewhere in the middle until he hears Rufus' preference.
Rufus laughs at that though he wonders if Rude is serious on some level. It wasn't something he was going to ask about now, however. He carefully steps into the shower with Rude, a hand on his shoulder to steady himself. It was a close fit but he didn't mind.
"A little hotter." He kissed Rude's shoulder as he moved around him to stand under the water so he could rinse himself off, leaning over to get between his legs. "I'm going to be feeling you for at least the rest of the day."
Rude steps back to give what little space he can offer. There was no need for a shower and bath with plenty of space when he was the only one using it, and even then he slept in the office some nights if he was able to sleep at all.
"Well," he starts, smiling a little and indicating the next thing he's going to say is either entirely idiotic or disturbing well-thought out. Never any in between. "That'll give you something to think about when you're bored in that meeting later."
"That explains why you were rather forceful. And I'm going to have this for at least a week," he smiles as he touches the dark bruise at his collarbone.
He takes a moment to wash between his legs the best he could, already feeling sore. It was going to be interesting having to sit through meetings the rest of the day. "Soap?" He holds out his hand, not caring what Rude had on hand. "Anything is fine."
"I might have gotten a little carried away, but you enjoyed it." Rude looks at the mark he left and leans down to kiss it like that would do anything but show he was proud of his handiwork.
"Soap." Rude grabs the brand name body wash and hands it over. It's the one he's always used and smells distinctly like him. Cologne was always too strong, but that scent was subtle enough that it wasn't overpowering when he was working. Maybe he should have been more concerned that Rufus would return to work smelling like him, but for the moment he can't bring himself to care.
And since Rufus is washing between his legs, it's almost too easy to sneak a hand down there as well, running his fingers over his sore hole. "Next time I'll be more careful."
His breath catches as Rude rubs his hole, pleasure rippling through him. "Don't hold back. I wanted you to get carried away. I'm not going to break." The last thing he wanted was to be treated as if he was delicate. Even if he was still recovering from the effects of Geostigma, he didn't want to have anyone go easy on him.
He finishes with the body wash, handing it back to Rude. "It will be something to remember this afternoon by." He turns around once he's done, wrapping an arm around Rude's shoulders for a moment. "And we'll have to do this again. You have a comfortable bed."
"I know you won't. Just thought I could be more mindful of your schedule." But if Rufus says he doesn't need to hold back, then Rude will take that as law. Whatever he says goes, and that was even before they started sleeping together.
He tries to be as productive as he can by not distracting Rufus while they shower, and when he turns back to lean into him, his hands move up Rufus' ass to rest at his sides as he looks at him. "Glad it was to your liking, but I have to admit I'm curious about the kind of thread count you're used to." Rude pauses, remembering that this Rufus has been through more and seen things that he hasn't. Maybe he's gotten over fine silk sheets and expensive mattresses. Still, he's curious. "Were used to."
Rufus groans softly as Rude's hands find his ass, leaning in a little closer. For a moment he wonders if there could ever be a time where he could spend a couple of days away from the Shinra building here with Rude, away from everything that weighed so heavily on him.
Perhaps that was not practical but he would indulge this line of thought. "It doesn't matter, I'll sleep on the sheets you already have." He had gotten over thread counts and mattresses that were made just for him, there were more important things to spend his time worrying about.
He wants to linger for a little longer, but Rufus does have a meeting to get to and employees to frighten to death. So Rude doesn't get too carried away. Putting his hands to good use, he washes Rufus and then himself so they can leave the shower with no outward traces of what they might have been up to other than the scent of Rude's soap in his skin.
It takes all his willpower to pull away when Rude is done washing him. He knows that everyone will wait on him but it doesn't mean that all his projects can just wait indefinitely. The world won't wait even for Rufus Shinra.
He steps out of the shower carefully, grabbing the nearest towel within reach. "Oh? The next time I come over I'll make sure that you have suitable sheets for me to sleep on." He's decided that he wants to come here again, as busy as he was it would nice if he could escape here for a bit. Spending time like this with Rude was becoming even more addictive. It wasn't something he knew what to do with.
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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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Even knowing they had to get back didn't make him feel less inclined to move, but he forces himself to sit up. Hovering over Rufus for one more kiss before joining him in the shower. It would be quicker if they did it together. Hopefully.
"You look good thoroughly fucked, but I don't think I want to share this version of you with anyone else." He means it as a joke but there's a lot of truth behind his words. When did he become this possessive? Something to worry about at another time.
Rude puts on the shower to a mild temperature. "Hot or cold?" For the while being it'll be somewhere in the middle until he hears Rufus' preference.
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"A little hotter." He kissed Rude's shoulder as he moved around him to stand under the water so he could rinse himself off, leaning over to get between his legs. "I'm going to be feeling you for at least the rest of the day."
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"Well," he starts, smiling a little and indicating the next thing he's going to say is either entirely idiotic or disturbing well-thought out. Never any in between. "That'll give you something to think about when you're bored in that meeting later."
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He takes a moment to wash between his legs the best he could, already feeling sore. It was going to be interesting having to sit through meetings the rest of the day. "Soap?" He holds out his hand, not caring what Rude had on hand. "Anything is fine."
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"Soap." Rude grabs the brand name body wash and hands it over. It's the one he's always used and smells distinctly like him. Cologne was always too strong, but that scent was subtle enough that it wasn't overpowering when he was working. Maybe he should have been more concerned that Rufus would return to work smelling like him, but for the moment he can't bring himself to care.
And since Rufus is washing between his legs, it's almost too easy to sneak a hand down there as well, running his fingers over his sore hole. "Next time I'll be more careful."
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He finishes with the body wash, handing it back to Rude. "It will be something to remember this afternoon by." He turns around once he's done, wrapping an arm around Rude's shoulders for a moment. "And we'll have to do this again. You have a comfortable bed."
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He tries to be as productive as he can by not distracting Rufus while they shower, and when he turns back to lean into him, his hands move up Rufus' ass to rest at his sides as he looks at him. "Glad it was to your liking, but I have to admit I'm curious about the kind of thread count you're used to." Rude pauses, remembering that this Rufus has been through more and seen things that he hasn't. Maybe he's gotten over fine silk sheets and expensive mattresses. Still, he's curious. "Were used to."
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Perhaps that was not practical but he would indulge this line of thought. "It doesn't matter, I'll sleep on the sheets you already have." He had gotten over thread counts and mattresses that were made just for him, there were more important things to spend his time worrying about.
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"Maybe I'll put that to the test some time."
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He steps out of the shower carefully, grabbing the nearest towel within reach. "Oh? The next time I come over I'll make sure that you have suitable sheets for me to sleep on." He's decided that he wants to come here again, as busy as he was it would nice if he could escape here for a bit. Spending time like this with Rude was becoming even more addictive. It wasn't something he knew what to do with.
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