Rufus smirks as he takes in the view before letting Cloud lead him to the bedroom, looking him over.
"On the bed, facing me," he instructs as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt but doesn't pull it off just yet, letting it hang loose. His belt comes off next but his attention remains entirely focused on Cloud as he moves closer but he doesn't reach out to touch him, not yet. "I want to watch you, show me how you touch yourself when you think of me."
Cloud obeys the first instruction readily, even if he wouldn't put it in those terms. He sits on the bed and slides back to sit against the pillows, facing Rufus. His eyes move to watch Rufus' hands removing that belt for reasons he could not possibly articulate, but when the next order comes, his gaze snaps back up.
"What--" A flush quickly rises to Cloud's cheeks. "Conceited much?"
Oh, but there's something extremely alluring about what Rufus is doing - and what he's not doing. How he's half-dressed in a very deliberate way, while Cloud is completely naked. How he's close, but not close enough. And Cloud could say that he's never pleasured himself while thinking of Rufus, and it would be true, but only because he really doesn't masturbate very often in general. It's not like he hasn't thought about Rufus this way before - he's here, after all - so the denial would be pointless nitpicking anyway.
He can't even come close to making eye contact when his hand drifts into his lap to take himself lightly in hand. It's not like he isn't craving touch after all that making out and feeling each other up, and it's Rufus' hands he wants on him, but that's exactly why he's doing this, isn't it?
So he starts stroking himself, and it feels good, and even though he's not looking at Rufus, he can feel those keen, smug eyes on him. He can't tell if he likes it or not. Maybe a little of both. It sure does make his face redder, either way.
Rufus pauses to take the sight in, slowly unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way as he lets out a quiet laugh at Cloud's comment. Despite the scars that mar pale skin, he's not self-conscious in the least as he steps closer, leaning over to nudge Cloud's chin up gently with his hand.
"Look at me," he prompts softly, wanting Cloud's attention entirely on him and see those eyes that never fail to draw him in.
"You are magnificant- you should see yourself right now," he murmurs with a smirk, letting his hand trail down his chest, down to his stomach, and down a little further to cover Cloud's hand on his cock.
As much as he had intended not to rush things too much, what remains of his normally impeccable control is slowly eroding.
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Date: 2026-04-23 03:27 am (UTC)"On the bed, facing me," he instructs as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt but doesn't pull it off just yet, letting it hang loose. His belt comes off next but his attention remains entirely focused on Cloud as he moves closer but he doesn't reach out to touch him, not yet. "I want to watch you, show me how you touch yourself when you think of me."
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Date: 2026-05-11 04:04 am (UTC)"What--" A flush quickly rises to Cloud's cheeks. "Conceited much?"
Oh, but there's something extremely alluring about what Rufus is doing - and what he's not doing. How he's half-dressed in a very deliberate way, while Cloud is completely naked. How he's close, but not close enough. And Cloud could say that he's never pleasured himself while thinking of Rufus, and it would be true, but only because he really doesn't masturbate very often in general. It's not like he hasn't thought about Rufus this way before - he's here, after all - so the denial would be pointless nitpicking anyway.
He can't even come close to making eye contact when his hand drifts into his lap to take himself lightly in hand. It's not like he isn't craving touch after all that making out and feeling each other up, and it's Rufus' hands he wants on him, but that's exactly why he's doing this, isn't it?
So he starts stroking himself, and it feels good, and even though he's not looking at Rufus, he can feel those keen, smug eyes on him. He can't tell if he likes it or not. Maybe a little of both. It sure does make his face redder, either way.
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Date: 2026-05-16 05:02 am (UTC)"Look at me," he prompts softly, wanting Cloud's attention entirely on him and see those eyes that never fail to draw him in.
"You are magnificant- you should see yourself right now," he murmurs with a smirk, letting his hand trail down his chest, down to his stomach, and down a little further to cover Cloud's hand on his cock.
As much as he had intended not to rush things too much, what remains of his normally impeccable control is slowly eroding.