#Rufus: I can play that game too in 4d

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[Continued from HERE.]

@ceaselxss:

Dressing well was one of Tseng's highest priority - so it made sense to him to introduce Rufus to his tailor soon after his arrival to Midgar. He was a lovely man, who Tseng had been working with for years; Wutian and incredibly fashionable, and he knew in loose terms the type of business Tseng was involved in. Which meant that he had gotten quite good at allowing Tseng his privacy, and keeping the store quiet for him. The rest of the store was emptied as Tseng helped dress Rufus, trying on new silhouettes - the blond was certainly capable of dressing himself, but this was quicker and they both had busy schedules. "How brave you are, sir..." Tseng murmured, his hands loosely holding onto Rufus's slim waist. "To be in such a small space with someone who has certainly envisioned killing you more than once." Despite the threatening words, his voice was low and his tone was amused; clearly flirting. Perhaps it was strange of him, that violence was something he so closely tied to lust. "All these pretty clothes, all of them would cover any marks I left upon your skin... And your skin looks like it would mark easily. Should we test it?"

Rufus hums blandly, still preoccupied with comparing and contrasting shirts with a tie he'd taken a liking to.

"Your tailor, would he take offense to such activities practised inside of his dressing room? I would hate to commit a faux pas and lose such a skilled artisan," he comments, not taking the bait so easily. It wasn't like they couldn't fuck elsewhere, without the possibility of enraging a close friend of Tseng's.

The blonde sighs as Tseng's gloved fingers slide around the oblique muscles of his torso, though audibly not from pleasure. Rufus turns and levels the elder man with an amused gaze and a little arch of a finely groomed eyebrow.

"And just what have you done today that makes you think you deserve to have me?" he asks rhetorically, knowing full well that the answer is 'nothing'.

"You want to take me up against the wall, have me gasping and struggling to hide each moan that leaves my throat every time you thrust hilt-deep inside me? Or maybe on my hands and knees, letting you fuck me until I'm a shuddering mess with your cum leaking down my thighs? I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?"