The Count Down To New

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Sometimes feelings build up. Sometimes all it takes is a resolution, some liquid courage, and the rush of celebration to break through the silence. This is what happens on those nights



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[ambitiousblond]

"Rudolfo." Rufus pronounces it slowly, trying his best to copy Rude. It was something special that he knew was being entrusted to him. He respected his Turks enough to let them have their secrets, especially about their past so each bit was savored and appreciated.

Especially when Rude looks at him like that once he takes his glasses off. "It suits you. I'll learn how to roll my rs properly," he promises as one of his hands tug the shirt free from the waistband of Rude's pants. He doesn't care if anyone hears them, he's sure Tseng already knows what they're doing and will make sure no one checks in on them.

[looking_sharp]

Rude doesn't bother correcting, but only because he's too caught up in other things to try and stress proper pronunciation right now. Really, he'd much rather focus on his hands moving quickly over Rufus's shirt. Those buttons really didn't need to be keeping the shirt closed, and he has to be careful to undo them rather than ripping the shirt open.

"You'll work on it."

[ambitiousblond]

"I'll get it perfect." Rufus tries to take the same care with the buttons of Rude's shirt but his normally steady fingers fumbled a few times with impatience. Perhaps one or two buttons popped up but Rufus didn't stop as he pulls the shirt down Rude's shoulders along with his coat.

"No stopping tonight," he says quietly, tracing his fingers up Rude's chest as he meets his gaze. They had denied themselves for far too long.

[looking_sharp]

No stopping tonight? Was he implying...?

"Eres un poco loco, mi corazon," Rude chuckles under his breath as he shifts his shoulders to help shed the coat. And, sure enough, Rude's body was the muscular mass that a fighter of his caliber was meant to be.

"No stopping," he agrees, before moving back down to press their lips together as he worked Rufus's shirt open and started to fumble at his pants instead.

[ambitiousblond]

Rufus laughs softly though he has little idea what Rude was saying since he has a feeling he's being teased. He'll ask for a translation later when Rude's lips aren't on his and his hands tugging at his pajama bottoms.

His hands trail down Rude's chest and quickly works off his belt, tossing it aside with the rest of Rude's clothes without further thought. The sooner they were rid of clothes the better. He's not vain but he still knows that he has scars from the blast from Diamond Weapon, the faint marks from where the Geostigma sores had healed over. But he makes no attempt to hide any of it as pulls his shirt off, also tossing it over the bed.

[looking_sharp]

Why should any of it bother Rude? Those scars were all signs of what his soon-to-be lover had been through before. What he had survived. In his line of work, that was impressive. Rude's mouth moved from the other man's lips and instead down his neck. Once he's left a mark he moves to stand to get the rest of his clothes off and tossed away. This was clearly too much.

Once he was naked he reached for Rufus's pajamas at the bottom of the legs and tugs them roughly off of the man. Those weren't going to be needed for a while.

[ambitiousblond]

Rude's lips on his neck drew out a soft gasp of pleasure from his lips but he lets go as he watches Rude stand to strip. By the time Rude tugs off the rest of his clothes he's already getting hard and there is no hesitation to pull Rude back down to the bed, this time between his legs.

"I want you. All of you." He pulls Rude down to him once more, lips trailing down his neck. "We have all night to ourselves." A night that was long overdue for both of them.

[looking_sharp]

"There is a lot of me," Rude points out. He sees no point in saying this modestly, there is nothing to be modest about with him. Even a cursory look when he was half hard like he was now gave that away.

Reno made jokes for a reason.

"I'm yours, Rufus. Always have been."

This was just a new way for me to be the other man's. And he doesn't see a problem in saying that.

[ambitiousblond]

"Don't hold anything back." Even though he was still recovering in some ways, he's not daunted even seeing Rude completely naked.

"I'm not going to break," he assures him as his lips venture down Rude's neck, smirking as he leaves a dark mark right above his collarbone. Something for Rude to take with him after this night. His breath catches at Rude's last statement- he never doubted that but hearing still after all this time always was significant to him, especially in a moment like this.

[looking_sharp]

AS if he would do something so silly as hold back when Rufus was clearly so desperate for him, so eager. It was everything he'd wanted for a few years now, growing with each day once Rufus had returned to Midgar.

"Spirited," Rude chuckles at the sharp bite of pain when the other man sucks against his skin. "Leave marks. Everyone should know."

As if they wouldn't already.

His hand reaches down between them to grip Rufus and start stroking him.

[ambitiousblond]

"So they know you're mine." Rufus grins as he moves his lips up Rude's neck, biting a spot that he knows Rude's collar won't hide. He knows there won't be questions only because he's sure Tseng knows now and Reno knew better even if there would be comments. It didn't matter, though.

He gasps as Rude starts to stroke him and it doesn't take him long to get hard in that strong grasp. That gasp turns into breathless moans he doesn't even try to hold in. Let the others hear them, Rufus has spent too long trying to uphold a flawless facade.

[looking_sharp]

His. What a thing to hear. Rude was okay with it too, especially when he was getting that beautiful noise as well. He pulls away from Rufus's mouth and the sharp teeth so he can instead kiss down the man's neck and toward his stomach.

"You got supplies?"

[ambitiousblond]

"There is lube in the bedside drawer." Vaguely it dawned on him that he hadn't really thought about why that bottle appeared in that drawer after he had gotten better. Tseng did so many small things that sometimes he just didn't notice or took for granted, this must have been one of them. But that thought was pushed aside as he watches Rude.

"Small white bottle, I believe."

[looking_sharp]

Rude raises an eyebrow as he looks up at the other. Prepared, huh. Shocking.

"You should get that out," Rude suggests, his mouth continuing to rove down the other man's body. Right to a nice, shapely thought. Or shapely enough. Enough for Rude to feel okay biting one.

[ambitiousblond]

Rufus is districted as Rude's lips move across his skin, another gasp, a sharp intake of air as the man bites his thigh. That will leave a mark there that he'll feel later, most likely the next couple of days.

"Hm, yes-" it takes a moment for him to pull away slightly, twisting over so he could grab the bottle from the bedside drawer. He would have to thank Tseng for his uncanny foresight later.

[looking_sharp]

The whole point was a mark that would be felt. If it wasn't, how would the man know how good it felt to be with Rude?

The moving means that Rufus's other thigh is close enough for Rude to move and kiss along it. Yes, very good.

[ambitiousblond]

His hand finds the bottle of lube just as he feels Rude's lips venturing up his other thigh and he practically melts. They had waited too long to do this and he was going to enjoy every moment. They could figure out what this meant later.

"Rude-" He smirks as he sets the bottle of lube on his lower stomach for Rude to take. "You know I want all of you."

[looking_sharp]

Yes, he does. The man keeps saying it and Rude keeps feeling a rush just from hearing it. What a day they were going to have. If he had his way of it at least.

"I know. I want you too. Spread your legs."

Rude takes the bottle and starts slicking up his fingers.

[ambitiousblond]

"So romantic," Rufus teases as he watches Rude slick his fingers. The other man does not have small fingers and it makes his breath catch in anticipation.

There is no hesitation to spread his legs for Rude without a hint of shame, his cock already completely hard. But he resists the urge to touch himself as he fists one hand in the bedsheets. He doesn't want the night to end so fast.

[looking_sharp]

Don't even. Rude snorts in amusement. Of course the man would be like this. What a brat. And yet Rude was so happy to see it anyway, because it meant he was eager.

A slick finger slips down between Rufus's legs, pressing and teasing and massaging until he was ready to slowly push the first finger in.

"Wine and dine you another night."

[ambitiousblond]

His response dies on his lips as Rude slowly pushes a finger inside him, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he watches Rude. He certainly can appreciate that Rude's fingers aren't slim.

"Is this what you've pictured when you thought about me?" He has no doubt that Rude has thought of him before. "Show me what you fantasized about."

[looking_sharp]

Everything about Rude was thick, and he was glad the man was willing to take that from him. Even seemed eager about it.

"No, it's not," Rude admits. "Thought you were more... dominant than this."

BUt he isn't complaining. Not at all.

[ambitiousblond]

Rufus laughs, reaching between his legs to urge Rude to guide a second finger inside of him. He wants to be filled up, letting some of his impatience get the best of him despite his best attempts.

"You should know better than anyone I'm full of surprises," he teases breathlessly. He's already decided that this will be the first night of many. Rude may be his Turk but Rufus wasn't going to spend his second chance at life with lonely nights and a cold bed if he could help it.

[looking_sharp]

Well, that's demanding. It's exactly as demanding as Rude wants it to be. He smiles and lets Rufus guide him. And it's a warmer, more pleased smile than he thinks he's allowed Rufus to see before.

"Soon to be full of me," Rude corrects, his fingers moving and stroking within Rufus, glad to know they're closer and closer to what they want. "I look forward to it."

[ambitiousblond]

Each stroke makes him shudder, what remains of his inhibitions slowly slipping away. There is no shame in how his hips move against Rude's fingers, fingers digging into his arms.

"Alright, I'm ready." He tries to make it sound like an order but his voice is breathless, strained. He doesn't care if he's really ready nor not but he knows he needs Rude now.