[Rufus isn't as self-occupied with himself that he didn't notice the small details such as Tseng letting him drink first. They were small details but ones he appreciated nonetheless and not just because Tseng was acknowledging his position.
He smirked a little when Tseng mentioned his father dying alone, returning the salute before taking another drink. There was no hint of grief in his expression. His father had died an old fool. Rufus had no intention of following in his footsteps.
He looked up at Tseng, the amusement fading.]
How will you ensure that, Tseng?
[But he knew if Tseng made that promise he would see it through no matter what. Tseng had never failed him, not once.]
[ That's it, Tseng thinks, watching the corners of Rufus's mouth curl when Tseng mentions his father's untimely demise. All the ambition he'd shown when he was younger, the ruthlessness, the pleasure he'd taken in dismantling all his father had built and become—it wasn't beaten out of him after all. Always it had been there, lurking beneath the surface and biding its time for days like these.
Tseng boldly takes a few steps forward. His dark eyes openly scan Rufus's face. He remembers a time just like this one, when he'd stood across from Rufus, so sure that he and his men would be executed in the name of securing sensitive Shinra intelligence, his world so utterly shattered when the son of the most powerful man in the world intervened on their behalf.
It wasn't kindness, Tseng is pretty sure. As ambitious as he is himself, the only clear motive that he can parse from all of this is a very long, very well-planned and expertly executed political maneuver. ]
Two of my men survived the AVALANCHE incident.
[ Thanks to you, he does not say, but his head does bow respectfully as he lifts a bottle to refill the president's glass. ]
They are the very best, and I will ensure that if I am not by your side personally, they will be there in my stead. But mostly I will be here—should the offer appeal to you, of course.
[Rufus is quiet as Tseng refilled his glass. When he had intervened on the behalf of Tseng and the other Turks, he knew what a valuable asset the Turks were and his father had been a fool to try to discard them. He had their absolute loyalty and he knew that it would be invaluable in the future.
He had every intention of making Shinra his own. He didn't care about preserving his father's legacy and he didn't have to tell Tseng that. The Turks would be vital to do what he wanted to accomplish now. They would ensure that any attempts to remove him would fail.
He took a drink from his glass, letting himself slowly relax as he watched Tseng for a long moment.
He knew Tseng wasn't making this offer just because Rufus was his father's heir and it was not an offer that was made lightly. He sat up, his expression serious.]
[ Tseng's gaze turns grave, solemn. The gravity of this exchange is already a great weight upon his shoulders, but it takes him naught but an instant to learn to carry it proudly. It is no massive feat with Rufus's icy eyes upon him.
What he does next is executed very slowly. His teeth bite into the leather buckle on the back of his gloves and the richly tanned garment is removed with care, revealing a bare palm with a faded purple stroke of a scar spanning the breadth of it. It is from seemingly out of nowhere that he produces a blade, a small, tricky little steel thing that clicks as the knife edge swoops into place. ]
Let this be the first blood that I spill for you, then.
[ It must be agony to reopen that old wound, but Tseng keeps his eyes on Rufus and there is not a twitch or breath out of place while he performs this symbolic deed. The knife is then carefully replaced, wherever it came from. His unsavaged hand closes over Rufus's, holding his glass steady as he lets a drop of blood fall into his drink. ]
[Rufus stared, transfixed as Tseng took out the blade. He couldn't stop his heart from beating quickly, a light in his eyes as Tseng cut his palm. He didn't stop him even though he was sure it was painful since he knew exactly why Tseng was doing this. Why it was necessary for this moment. It was not a small matter that Tseng was willing to endure the pain just for him.
He turned his hand over so he could press his palm against Tseng's. It was a small gesture of trust but it was more than he had ever given to anyone else in his entire life. A gesture that indicated that he was willing to put his life in Tseng's hands. It wasn't an easy thing for him to do but watching the blood well up from the wound on Tseng's palm, he knew that he was making the right decision.
Once the drop of blood fell into his drink, his gaze met Tseng's as he lifted the glass to his lips.
There was no hesitation to drink the entire glass down before setting the glass down on the table by the bed.]
[ Suddenly, Tseng is a shadow falling over him, a wisp of wraith-black hair curtaining Rufus's view from anything that is not him. He still knows his place, but right now that place is hovering as if paused mid-motion, the heat of his lips a burning presence against Rufus's mouth although he would never dare to kiss him first.
But words can be weaponized too, and they are always fair game. ]
Mr. President.
[ It's like a snake, the way he says it, hissing his intentions as he bides his time to strike. And just like any good bodyguard, he knows where Rufus is most vulnerable, knows exactly where to sink his teeth to get exactly the reaction he wants. ]
[All it took were those two words to send a pulse of heat throughout his body. He knew Tseng was aware of exactly what he was doing and what reaction that would get from him. But Tseng is allowed to have this, he had made that decision years ago.
And it worked so effectively. There is no hesitation to close that small distance between their lips impatiently. This wasn't going to be a hurried affair in a maintenance closet like so many of their other times together. They had the night ahead of them but Rufus knew what he wanted more than anything else right now and he didn't want to waste time.
He wrapped an arm around Tseng's waist to bring him closer, parting his lips slightly to give permission for Tseng to go further.]
[ Tseng intends to kiss him breathless, and wastes no time getting the job done. The clash of their lips is brutal, searing; his hold on Rufus is relentless. He turns that arm around his waist into what Rufus needs to hold on to as Tseng smoothes a hand up his president's chest and forces him back.
Their coupling can echo off the walls for all he cares tonight. He almost hopes that Heidegger is listening. No force in the universe will be powerful enough to stop them anymore, and there is no reason not to gorge themselves on this new freedom.
His fingers make quick work of buttons. There's just the barest tug as Rufus's belt is loosened. The thrill of it is in this uncharted territory. He's never had the occasion before to draw back with wet lips and darkly-blown eyes that trace all over the picture of Rufus laid down and open and waiting. ]
[When Tseng pulled back a little Rufus took the opportunity to finish getting his shirt off, tossing it aside without a second thought. Tseng had never had the chance to see him naked like this but he wasn't modest or nervous in the least. He knew the power he wielded over Tseng right now. He felt it rushing through his veins with every heavy beat of his heart.
His gaze met Tseng's, a smirk on his lips.]
I want you to fuck me so hard I scream.
[Too long he had been forced to be quiet, now he wasn't going to restrain himself and he expected the same of Tseng. Tseng was the only one who would be given any part of him and he knew that he wouldn't be disappointed.]
[ Rufus takes care of the incessant obstacle of his shirt as Tseng slips his belt loose. He should be nervous. Literally overnight, Rufus has transformed into the most powerful man in the world. Even his own men would turn on him, just as he turned on his boss before him, at the barest hint of his command. (Maybe. Somehow, this iteration of Turks feels different. But he would be sorely disappointed if that was not the case.)
But somehow, Tseng just drinks it in. Savors the way it tastes. His dark eyes glint dangerously as he reaches for Rufus's wrists. ]
Be careful, sir.
[ The president's own belt is deftly applied around his wrists. Tseng cinches it tight enough to really feel. He knows the pair of them, knows they need the extra sensation to break through the storied walls they've built around themselves. He bows his head to lock his lips around one pale little nipple, to let Rufus know what it feels like when he sinks his teeth in and there's nothing he can do to stop it. ]
[When was he ever careful? He shuddered as Tseng bound his wrists tightly, savoring the pain of the metal digging into his skin. He didn't want to be careful. He wanted everything they had been missing out on for so long. He knew Tseng wouldn't be gentle with him or treat him as if he was going to break.
He wouldn't break.
Oh.
Rufus arched his back with a low gasp as he felt Tseng's teeth against sensitive skin, looking down at him with bright blue eyes. But he was going to make Tseng work for it to truly make him let go of everything.]
[ For now, there is so much that Tseng does not know. What it is to watch his president's face as he takes his time smoothing his hands up and down his sides. The gentle shift of Rufus's ice-blue gaze as he leaves trails of red across his flesh with skidding nails. The perfect cadence of his gasp when Tseng's tongue joins his teeth and suckles his nipple until he can feel it throbbing.
He has so much to learn. So many inches of Rufus's skin that he has woefully yet to inhabit. And yet he mustn't hurry a single detail.
He asks, knowing full well that Rufus understands what he means when he lifts his head to scan this new room: ]
[There is so much potential in Tseng's words that made Rufus breathless. It feels like practically the first time all over again but a more intense, prolonged experience. It easy for him to be willing to offer any part of him up but he was willing to offer Tseng this in return for the scar on his hand.
Nothing would come between them anymore.]
Yes. I believe you'll find what we need in the drawer by the bed.
[Rufus had wasted no time in having all of his father's things thrown away, the bed replaced, and all his things set up before he was finished meeting with the executives by that evening. He wanted nothing left of his father in this room- it was his now to use as he saw fit.]
[ There hadn't been many occasions for Tseng to visit this room in the past, but even so, it's still impossible not to note that everything has been hurriedly switched for the president's arrival. White upon white upon white, and everything pristine. It's as uniquely Rufus as his cold eyes and warm skin.
When Tseng returns to Rufus's side, he pauses deliberately, just looking. The image of Rufus trussed upon his own fine sheets is one that he must burn into his mind forever. Absolutely fucking captivating.
Before anything else, he leans over Rufus, brushes his hair back from his face. Lovely as his golden hair is, it won't do to have his view of Rufus's face obstructed as he trails searing bite-laced kisses down his chest, eyes upturned, always focused squarely on the president. His arms tangle round Rufus's thighs, pulling them wide open with a decisive snap. ]
[Rufus was sure that he must have presented quite the sight for Tseng laying there on the bed. He didn't hide any part of himself as Tsneg looked him over, smirking.
This was going to be a night to remember.
He tilted his chin up when Tseng brushed the hair from his face, his breath catching with anticipation. As impatient as he was he wasn't going to order Tseng to hurry to give him what he wanted. He was going to exert every bit of self-control he had to enjoy every moment, every bite Tseng left on his pale skin that made him gasp softly with pleasure.
He spread his legs when Tseng pulled them open, his hands clenching into fists.]
[ Rufus is a paradise of soft gasps and shuddering skin beneath him. This is every bit the way Tseng would have imagined it, and so he is in no particular hurry to move along. He's learning how much more pleasurable it is to bow his head between the president's legs and strike his teeth against a sensitive inner thigh, waiting as it in ambush for the shivers and sounds that echo through his pounding pulse. ]
Forgive me my cruelty, sir.
[ He says, but he doesn't sound sorry, and Rufus surely knows that he is not. He goes from suckling a daisy chain of kisses across his lover's hip, ones that will surely leave bruises to find in the rapidly approaching morning, to hovering over Rufus's cock with lips wet and shining. His tongue darts, leaving just enough wetness at the very flushed tip of it to run cold when he lets out a slow breath. ]
[Rufus let out a breathless laugh at Tseng's apology, knowing full well it was less an apology and more of a promise. Tseng had never been able to leave bruises or any other marks on him before- it had been too risky- but now he would be able to have reminders to admire afterward.
He quickly bit his lip out of sheer stubbornness to stifle a moan when Tseng's tongue found the tip of his cock but a shudder went through him that surely Tseng felt.]
Ah yes, I'm sure you are capable of great cruelty.
[It was a challenge for Tseng to keep going, Rufus would never come out and say it directly.]
[ It is a singular privilege, Tseng knows, to feel how fantastically responsive Rufus is. His languid ministrations almost get away from him, as engrossed as he is in the way every slip of his hand affects Rufus all over. Everyone else knows the president for his coldness, his detachment, but for Tseng it will always be this motion beneath his skin, how artfully affected he is by nails and teeth and sliding fingers. ]
You know what I am, sir.
[ His fingers close upon pure white thighs, grasping into flesh until he can feel the throbbing of Rufus's pulse. His tongue soars the length of Rufus's cock with an infuriatingly light drag, more breath than touch, until it's stiff against the silk-soft rubbing of his lips. He wants Rufus hyper-sensitive before his fingers curl beneath his balls and trace whorls over that hungry little hole, petting and pressing but never anything more than that. He is here for a show as much as for Rufus, after all, and no one ever performs quite like his president. ]
[He was incapable of replying as Tseng ran his tongue down his cock, his breath coming a little harder now. It didn't take him long to get completely hard against Tseng's lips, how tightly Tseng was holding his thighs where there would be deep bruises later.
This time there is no holding back a soft moan as Tseng ran a finger around his hole, teasing him. It took every bit of self-control to keep himself from shifting his hips down against Tseng's finger to demand more.
Instead, his demands were expressed in how he arched his back, nails digging into his palms. He didn't realize how much they had been missing out during those years of broom closet quickies.
He had been waiting in anticipation for this night for such a long time, he wanted to feel everything Tseng could give him now.]
[ That little moan is surely a start. It hits Tseng like a searing thread pulled straight through his gut, makes him realize how hard and aching he is through the confines of his clothes. He wants nothing more than to give Rufus exactly what he knows he wants, to just sink into him until they are inextricably bound.
But not yet.
The bottle that he retrieved from the nightstand is employed now, cracked open and whisked over his open palm. He rubs his fingers together until they're good and wet and warm. Kisses down and up Rufus's thighs again as he spreads that slickness over the fever-heat of Rufus's body. ]
You can finally let go.
[ No more biting down cries and smothering Rufus's mouth with his hands. This time, when he sinks into the tight clench of his lover's body until his knuckle is knocking against the rim of his flesh, he gets to hear how good it really feels. ]
[He can't hold it in now even if he wanted when Tseng touched him with warm, slick fingers. His voice was breathless and if Tseng listened close enough, a hint of neediness.
Every part of him was exposed, he wasn't going to hold anything back from Tseng tonight. All of Shinra could hear them tonight, it didn't matter
He let out a louder moan as he felt Tseng's finger sink inside of him. It wasn't enough to really fill him up, he couldn't stop himself from moving his hips slightly against Tseng's hand.]
[ Tseng pulls his finger back just to watch Rufus swallow it back up again. It's not enough for him, he knows that, just leaves Rufus hungering for more, but to let him whine and writhe is an exquisite experience. Maybe there will come a night where the day is not so long upon them, one that Tseng can dedicate to exactly this, to testing the true limits of Rufus's self-control. But for now, it's only a moment, a mean little smirk on his face cast over the lovely arc that Rufus makes of himself. Absolutely fucking beautiful.
He feeds another finger into the blazing heat between Rufus's shuddering thighs and moves them, apart and altogether. Rufus is so tight, tight enough that his fingers crush together when he tenses, but that's good. Almost too good, enough to leave him softly panting against Rufus's thigh as he laps gently at the marks he's imprinted on his flesh, his tongue dragging and winding. ]
I wish that you could see yourself. I've never seen anything so decadently debased.
[He welcomed the second finger inside of him with a low moan but it still wasn't everything he wanted. He was practically shaking with pleasure, unable to control himself. He had never given so much of himself before, it was intoxicating and every part of him felt so alive.
He could feel Tseng's breath on his skin as Tseng worked him open, his moans growing louder without restraint.
He leaned up a little so he could look at Tseng, his face flushed and his eyes bright. Tseng was the only one who could possess any part of him and Rufus was willing to hand it over to him. Out of everyone in the world, Rufus didn't trust anyone more than he trusted Tseng after everything they had been through.]
I have no doubt you're enjoying every moment. Knowing that you're the only one who can see me like this.
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Date: 2020-05-03 03:30 am (UTC)[Rufus isn't as self-occupied with himself that he didn't notice the small details such as Tseng letting him drink first. They were small details but ones he appreciated nonetheless and not just because Tseng was acknowledging his position.
He smirked a little when Tseng mentioned his father dying alone, returning the salute before taking another drink. There was no hint of grief in his expression. His father had died an old fool. Rufus had no intention of following in his footsteps.
He looked up at Tseng, the amusement fading.]
How will you ensure that, Tseng?
[But he knew if Tseng made that promise he would see it through no matter what. Tseng had never failed him, not once.]
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Date: 2020-05-03 05:54 pm (UTC)Tseng boldly takes a few steps forward. His dark eyes openly scan Rufus's face. He remembers a time just like this one, when he'd stood across from Rufus, so sure that he and his men would be executed in the name of securing sensitive Shinra intelligence, his world so utterly shattered when the son of the most powerful man in the world intervened on their behalf.
It wasn't kindness, Tseng is pretty sure. As ambitious as he is himself, the only clear motive that he can parse from all of this is a very long, very well-planned and expertly executed political maneuver. ]
Two of my men survived the AVALANCHE incident.
[ Thanks to you, he does not say, but his head does bow respectfully as he lifts a bottle to refill the president's glass. ]
They are the very best, and I will ensure that if I am not by your side personally, they will be there in my stead. But mostly I will be here—should the offer appeal to you, of course.
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Date: 2020-05-03 06:24 pm (UTC)He had every intention of making Shinra his own. He didn't care about preserving his father's legacy and he didn't have to tell Tseng that. The Turks would be vital to do what he wanted to accomplish now. They would ensure that any attempts to remove him would fail.
He took a drink from his glass, letting himself slowly relax as he watched Tseng for a long moment.
He knew Tseng wasn't making this offer just because Rufus was his father's heir and it was not an offer that was made lightly. He sat up, his expression serious.]
I accept your offer.
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Date: 2020-05-03 11:34 pm (UTC)What he does next is executed very slowly. His teeth bite into the leather buckle on the back of his gloves and the richly tanned garment is removed with care, revealing a bare palm with a faded purple stroke of a scar spanning the breadth of it. It is from seemingly out of nowhere that he produces a blade, a small, tricky little steel thing that clicks as the knife edge swoops into place. ]
Let this be the first blood that I spill for you, then.
[ It must be agony to reopen that old wound, but Tseng keeps his eyes on Rufus and there is not a twitch or breath out of place while he performs this symbolic deed. The knife is then carefully replaced, wherever it came from. His unsavaged hand closes over Rufus's, holding his glass steady as he lets a drop of blood fall into his drink. ]
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Date: 2020-05-04 12:11 am (UTC)He turned his hand over so he could press his palm against Tseng's. It was a small gesture of trust but it was more than he had ever given to anyone else in his entire life. A gesture that indicated that he was willing to put his life in Tseng's hands. It wasn't an easy thing for him to do but watching the blood well up from the wound on Tseng's palm, he knew that he was making the right decision.
Once the drop of blood fell into his drink, his gaze met Tseng's as he lifted the glass to his lips.
There was no hesitation to drink the entire glass down before setting the glass down on the table by the bed.]
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Date: 2020-05-09 04:02 pm (UTC)But words can be weaponized too, and they are always fair game. ]
Mr. President.
[ It's like a snake, the way he says it, hissing his intentions as he bides his time to strike. And just like any good bodyguard, he knows where Rufus is most vulnerable, knows exactly where to sink his teeth to get exactly the reaction he wants. ]
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Date: 2020-05-09 04:34 pm (UTC)And it worked so effectively. There is no hesitation to close that small distance between their lips impatiently. This wasn't going to be a hurried affair in a maintenance closet like so many of their other times together. They had the night ahead of them but Rufus knew what he wanted more than anything else right now and he didn't want to waste time.
He wrapped an arm around Tseng's waist to bring him closer, parting his lips slightly to give permission for Tseng to go further.]
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Date: 2020-05-09 05:39 pm (UTC)Their coupling can echo off the walls for all he cares tonight. He almost hopes that Heidegger is listening. No force in the universe will be powerful enough to stop them anymore, and there is no reason not to gorge themselves on this new freedom.
His fingers make quick work of buttons. There's just the barest tug as Rufus's belt is loosened. The thrill of it is in this uncharted territory. He's never had the occasion before to draw back with wet lips and darkly-blown eyes that trace all over the picture of Rufus laid down and open and waiting. ]
Tell me what you want.
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Date: 2020-05-09 06:03 pm (UTC)His gaze met Tseng's, a smirk on his lips.]
I want you to fuck me so hard I scream.
[Too long he had been forced to be quiet, now he wasn't going to restrain himself and he expected the same of Tseng. Tseng was the only one who would be given any part of him and he knew that he wouldn't be disappointed.]
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Date: 2020-05-09 06:23 pm (UTC)But somehow, Tseng just drinks it in. Savors the way it tastes. His dark eyes glint dangerously as he reaches for Rufus's wrists. ]
Be careful, sir.
[ The president's own belt is deftly applied around his wrists. Tseng cinches it tight enough to really feel. He knows the pair of them, knows they need the extra sensation to break through the storied walls they've built around themselves. He bows his head to lock his lips around one pale little nipple, to let Rufus know what it feels like when he sinks his teeth in and there's nothing he can do to stop it. ]
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Date: 2020-05-09 06:38 pm (UTC)[When was he ever careful? He shuddered as Tseng bound his wrists tightly, savoring the pain of the metal digging into his skin. He didn't want to be careful. He wanted everything they had been missing out on for so long. He knew Tseng wouldn't be gentle with him or treat him as if he was going to break.
He wouldn't break.
Oh.
Rufus arched his back with a low gasp as he felt Tseng's teeth against sensitive skin, looking down at him with bright blue eyes. But he was going to make Tseng work for it to truly make him let go of everything.]
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Date: 2020-05-10 01:06 am (UTC)[ For now, there is so much that Tseng does not know. What it is to watch his president's face as he takes his time smoothing his hands up and down his sides. The gentle shift of Rufus's ice-blue gaze as he leaves trails of red across his flesh with skidding nails. The perfect cadence of his gasp when Tseng's tongue joins his teeth and suckles his nipple until he can feel it throbbing.
He has so much to learn. So many inches of Rufus's skin that he has woefully yet to inhabit. And yet he mustn't hurry a single detail.
He asks, knowing full well that Rufus understands what he means when he lifts his head to scan this new room: ]
Have you moved all of your things?
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Date: 2020-05-10 01:39 am (UTC)Nothing would come between them anymore.]
Yes. I believe you'll find what we need in the drawer by the bed.
[Rufus had wasted no time in having all of his father's things thrown away, the bed replaced, and all his things set up before he was finished meeting with the executives by that evening. He wanted nothing left of his father in this room- it was his now to use as he saw fit.]
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Date: 2020-05-10 08:43 am (UTC)When Tseng returns to Rufus's side, he pauses deliberately, just looking. The image of Rufus trussed upon his own fine sheets is one that he must burn into his mind forever. Absolutely fucking captivating.
Before anything else, he leans over Rufus, brushes his hair back from his face. Lovely as his golden hair is, it won't do to have his view of Rufus's face obstructed as he trails searing bite-laced kisses down his chest, eyes upturned, always focused squarely on the president. His arms tangle round Rufus's thighs, pulling them wide open with a decisive snap. ]
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Date: 2020-05-10 09:01 am (UTC)This was going to be a night to remember.
He tilted his chin up when Tseng brushed the hair from his face, his breath catching with anticipation. As impatient as he was he wasn't going to order Tseng to hurry to give him what he wanted. He was going to exert every bit of self-control he had to enjoy every moment, every bite Tseng left on his pale skin that made him gasp softly with pleasure.
He spread his legs when Tseng pulled them open, his hands clenching into fists.]
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Date: 2020-05-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Forgive me my cruelty, sir.
[ He says, but he doesn't sound sorry, and Rufus surely knows that he is not. He goes from suckling a daisy chain of kisses across his lover's hip, ones that will surely leave bruises to find in the rapidly approaching morning, to hovering over Rufus's cock with lips wet and shining. His tongue darts, leaving just enough wetness at the very flushed tip of it to run cold when he lets out a slow breath. ]
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Date: 2020-05-10 08:31 pm (UTC)He quickly bit his lip out of sheer stubbornness to stifle a moan when Tseng's tongue found the tip of his cock but a shudder went through him that surely Tseng felt.]
Ah yes, I'm sure you are capable of great cruelty.
[It was a challenge for Tseng to keep going, Rufus would never come out and say it directly.]
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Date: 2020-05-10 11:41 pm (UTC)You know what I am, sir.
[ His fingers close upon pure white thighs, grasping into flesh until he can feel the throbbing of Rufus's pulse. His tongue soars the length of Rufus's cock with an infuriatingly light drag, more breath than touch, until it's stiff against the silk-soft rubbing of his lips. He wants Rufus hyper-sensitive before his fingers curl beneath his balls and trace whorls over that hungry little hole, petting and pressing but never anything more than that. He is here for a show as much as for Rufus, after all, and no one ever performs quite like his president. ]
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Date: 2020-05-11 12:40 am (UTC)This time there is no holding back a soft moan as Tseng ran a finger around his hole, teasing him. It took every bit of self-control to keep himself from shifting his hips down against Tseng's finger to demand more.
Instead, his demands were expressed in how he arched his back, nails digging into his palms. He didn't realize how much they had been missing out during those years of broom closet quickies.
He had been waiting in anticipation for this night for such a long time, he wanted to feel everything Tseng could give him now.]
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Date: 2020-05-11 01:47 am (UTC)But not yet.
The bottle that he retrieved from the nightstand is employed now, cracked open and whisked over his open palm. He rubs his fingers together until they're good and wet and warm. Kisses down and up Rufus's thighs again as he spreads that slickness over the fever-heat of Rufus's body. ]
You can finally let go.
[ No more biting down cries and smothering Rufus's mouth with his hands. This time, when he sinks into the tight clench of his lover's body until his knuckle is knocking against the rim of his flesh, he gets to hear how good it really feels. ]
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Date: 2020-05-11 02:20 am (UTC)[He can't hold it in now even if he wanted when Tseng touched him with warm, slick fingers. His voice was breathless and if Tseng listened close enough, a hint of neediness.
Every part of him was exposed, he wasn't going to hold anything back from Tseng tonight. All of Shinra could hear them tonight, it didn't matter
He let out a louder moan as he felt Tseng's finger sink inside of him. It wasn't enough to really fill him up, he couldn't stop himself from moving his hips slightly against Tseng's hand.]
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Date: 2020-05-11 04:30 am (UTC)[ Tseng pulls his finger back just to watch Rufus swallow it back up again. It's not enough for him, he knows that, just leaves Rufus hungering for more, but to let him whine and writhe is an exquisite experience. Maybe there will come a night where the day is not so long upon them, one that Tseng can dedicate to exactly this, to testing the true limits of Rufus's self-control. But for now, it's only a moment, a mean little smirk on his face cast over the lovely arc that Rufus makes of himself. Absolutely fucking beautiful.
He feeds another finger into the blazing heat between Rufus's shuddering thighs and moves them, apart and altogether. Rufus is so tight, tight enough that his fingers crush together when he tenses, but that's good. Almost too good, enough to leave him softly panting against Rufus's thigh as he laps gently at the marks he's imprinted on his flesh, his tongue dragging and winding. ]
I wish that you could see yourself. I've never seen anything so decadently debased.
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Date: 2020-05-11 05:00 am (UTC)He could feel Tseng's breath on his skin as Tseng worked him open, his moans growing louder without restraint.
He leaned up a little so he could look at Tseng, his face flushed and his eyes bright. Tseng was the only one who could possess any part of him and Rufus was willing to hand it over to him. Out of everyone in the world, Rufus didn't trust anyone more than he trusted Tseng after everything they had been through.]
I have no doubt you're enjoying every moment. Knowing that you're the only one who can see me like this.