[Rude hadn't thought it could be something that made anyone feel any type of way. Maybe uncomfortable, but the look on Rufus' face didn't read as discomfort to him at all.]
All the more reason for you to try to get some rest. [He nodded in full agreement about the option to talk about it in the morning. For now, he didn't want Rufus to think about the failed assassination attempt or the pain he must be in from his injury, so he was happy to distract in any way he could.]
Are you sure this is a good idea? [Rude cautiously pulled off his gloves, then shrugged off his jacket. He set them both aside on the very corner of the king-sized bed. Standing up again to face Rufus, Rude emptied his pockets, pulled his belt out of its loops, set that down and paused before he got to unbuttoning his shirt past the third button.] I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.
I'm not uncomfortable. [This was a terrible idea, there was no going back once they cross this line but after today, he watches Rude unbutton his shirt button by button.
Rufus had spent years being content with lingering glances, a touch that lasted a moment too long but never crossing that line. He spent many times alone in his cold bed indulging in imagining a world he wasn't president, what may be possible but reality couldn't be escaped.
He had to put his own feelings aside and it was difficult enough before but tonight had broken his resolve.]
It probably is but for tonight, let's pretend it isn't. [Rufus isn't sure if he could go back to pretending he and Rude are just employer and employee but that's something he can work out tomorrow.
But for now he pulls back the thick comforter for Rude as he undresses, not looking away.]
[Rude strips down to his underwear without another word, settling into the bed beneath the comforter even as Rufus watches him. He wasn't shy about those eyes on him, but he'd never considered that the man was watching him for his own pleasure or amusement until this very moment.
While being very cautious about Rufus' injury, he moves closer, tentatively. In the back of his mind he braces himself to be told to stop, or to hear Tseng or Reno appear out of nowhere to interrupt--but they don't. The two of them are alone and left to their own devices and Rude is the only one holding himself back.]
About the kiss.. [He doesn't regret it, but he thinks he should explain.] We could have lost you. [It's all the explanation Rufus will get for the evening, but he reaches forward to brush hair out of his employer's face, admiring him silently.]
It's going to take more than a bullet for you to lose me.
[Instead of his normal arrogance and dismissal, his words are quiet but determined. There were times even he got caught up in the perception that he was Rufus Shinra, he didn't bleed, nothing in the world could really touch him.
But the sight of the blood soaking his coat, and pain radiating from the wound was proof that he was still capable of bleeding, of feeling pain. He had come so close, he was fortunate that the assassin had terrible aim.
He shifts in bed, closer to Rude without hestitation. Even that simple gesture of Rude brushing hair from his face was enough to make his breath catch. Any thought of crossing the line of professionalism is gone as he leans closer, his lips only a breath away from Rude's.]
[Rude wants to make a comment about that, but also knows how to pick his battles. Besides, while Rufus could handle himself in a fight, it's their job as Turks to see to it that he's safe and unharmed. So if anything, they were to blame for this particular close call and any others in the future.]
Just us? [He wants to ask for how long, but the lips nearing his are too much of a distraction. Rude closes the distance between them, kissing Rufus without any warning. Being the uninjured party, he's the one to maneuver closer, settling over Rufus but not letting the entirety of his weight rest on him. Though he did settle one of his legs between Rufus' thighs.
It wasn't often that Rude had time away from both Reno and Tseng, so he would make the most of it. One of his hands slide up the inside of one of Rufus' thighs, pulling it apart from the other one enough for Rude to settle between them as they kissed.]
[Rufus doesn't have any time to respond when Rude kisses him suddenly, wrapping his uninjured arm around Rude's shoulders. There is no one else in this world with them, it all falls away as he returns the kiss- all he can focus on is the warm pleasure as Rude runs his hand up his thigh.
He needs little encouragement to spread his legs enough so Rude is between them, shifting against him with a moan that is muffled between their lips.
He lets his hand trail down Rude's back slowly, as of memorizing each muscle, each line. He's not sure if they're ever going to do this again so he's going to enjoy each and every moment he possibly can.
By the time their lips part Rufus is breathless and flushed.]
[Rude is happy that being a Turk isn't exactly something he had to take an oath for. That was more the soldier and infantry side of things, theirs was a matter of contractual obligation, but there was nowhere in his stacks of waivers and paperwork that detailed this specific case of conflict of interest. It was something to worry about another day.
When Rufus has his hands on him, his skin feels hot. He presses kisses to his lips and chin, along his jaw, then nudges the blond's head back to kiss his throat. And by now his weight is pressing down against Rufus between his legs, and the slight amount of fabric between them isn't enough to hide how pleased his body is to be reminded that they were alone.]
You sure this is okay? I don't want to aggravate your injury. [Even as he speaks with concern, Rude's fingers are sliding up Rufus' torso, thumbs deliberately brushing over his nipples.]
[Rufus can't help but let out a moan, a low gasping breath as Rude's hands run over his nipples. He's already mostly hard, shifting against Rude as his hand ventures down to the waistband of Rude's underwear.
The last thing he wants is for Rude to stop. Maybe he should be practical and let the bullet wound on his arm heal but he doesn't care about that right now. Especially not when Rude is kissing his neck like that, each kiss making him shiver with pleasure.]
Don't stop. [His voice is already slightly rough, the pain in his arm feels distant, unimportant. He leans up a little, his lips pressed against Rude's ear with a smirk.]
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Date: 2022-12-25 11:20 am (UTC)All the more reason for you to try to get some rest. [He nodded in full agreement about the option to talk about it in the morning. For now, he didn't want Rufus to think about the failed assassination attempt or the pain he must be in from his injury, so he was happy to distract in any way he could.]
Are you sure this is a good idea? [Rude cautiously pulled off his gloves, then shrugged off his jacket. He set them both aside on the very corner of the king-sized bed. Standing up again to face Rufus, Rude emptied his pockets, pulled his belt out of its loops, set that down and paused before he got to unbuttoning his shirt past the third button.] I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.
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Date: 2022-12-25 11:34 pm (UTC)Rufus had spent years being content with lingering glances, a touch that lasted a moment too long but never crossing that line. He spent many times alone in his cold bed indulging in imagining a world he wasn't president, what may be possible but reality couldn't be escaped.
He had to put his own feelings aside and it was difficult enough before but tonight had broken his resolve.]
It probably is but for tonight, let's pretend it isn't. [Rufus isn't sure if he could go back to pretending he and Rude are just employer and employee but that's something he can work out tomorrow.
But for now he pulls back the thick comforter for Rude as he undresses, not looking away.]
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Date: 2023-07-17 01:20 pm (UTC)While being very cautious about Rufus' injury, he moves closer, tentatively. In the back of his mind he braces himself to be told to stop, or to hear Tseng or Reno appear out of nowhere to interrupt--but they don't. The two of them are alone and left to their own devices and Rude is the only one holding himself back.]
About the kiss.. [He doesn't regret it, but he thinks he should explain.] We could have lost you. [It's all the explanation Rufus will get for the evening, but he reaches forward to brush hair out of his employer's face, admiring him silently.]
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Date: 2023-07-18 01:07 am (UTC)[Instead of his normal arrogance and dismissal, his words are quiet but determined. There were times even he got caught up in the perception that he was Rufus Shinra, he didn't bleed, nothing in the world could really touch him.
But the sight of the blood soaking his coat, and pain radiating from the wound was proof that he was still capable of bleeding, of feeling pain. He had come so close, he was fortunate that the assassin had terrible aim.
He shifts in bed, closer to Rude without hestitation. Even that simple gesture of Rude brushing hair from his face was enough to make his breath catch. Any thought of crossing the line of professionalism is gone as he leans closer, his lips only a breath away from Rude's.]
I'm not going anywhere tonight, it's just us.
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Date: 2023-07-18 02:44 am (UTC)Just us? [He wants to ask for how long, but the lips nearing his are too much of a distraction. Rude closes the distance between them, kissing Rufus without any warning. Being the uninjured party, he's the one to maneuver closer, settling over Rufus but not letting the entirety of his weight rest on him. Though he did settle one of his legs between Rufus' thighs.
It wasn't often that Rude had time away from both Reno and Tseng, so he would make the most of it. One of his hands slide up the inside of one of Rufus' thighs, pulling it apart from the other one enough for Rude to settle between them as they kissed.]
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Date: 2023-07-18 03:40 am (UTC)He needs little encouragement to spread his legs enough so Rude is between them, shifting against him with a moan that is muffled between their lips.
He lets his hand trail down Rude's back slowly, as of memorizing each muscle, each line. He's not sure if they're ever going to do this again so he's going to enjoy each and every moment he possibly can.
By the time their lips part Rufus is breathless and flushed.]
Just us.
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Date: 2023-07-20 01:55 pm (UTC)When Rufus has his hands on him, his skin feels hot. He presses kisses to his lips and chin, along his jaw, then nudges the blond's head back to kiss his throat. And by now his weight is pressing down against Rufus between his legs, and the slight amount of fabric between them isn't enough to hide how pleased his body is to be reminded that they were alone.]
You sure this is okay? I don't want to aggravate your injury. [Even as he speaks with concern, Rude's fingers are sliding up Rufus' torso, thumbs deliberately brushing over his nipples.]
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Date: 2023-07-21 02:54 am (UTC)The last thing he wants is for Rude to stop. Maybe he should be practical and let the bullet wound on his arm heal but he doesn't care about that right now. Especially not when Rude is kissing his neck like that, each kiss making him shiver with pleasure.]
Don't stop. [His voice is already slightly rough, the pain in his arm feels distant, unimportant. He leans up a little, his lips pressed against Rude's ear with a smirk.]
I want you to fuck me, Rude, senseless.