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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[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.

[looking_sharp]

For right now, he's not going to argue. So his fingers slip from Rufus and he grabs the lube to slick his own cock. Once that's done he smiles and presses a kiss against the other man's lips. Once that's all ready and dealt with, he moves to guide his cock and press in. Just a little.

"Fuck.{"

[ambitiousblond]

He's only seen that smile from Rude when it was just the two of them, he knew it was something just for him. In many ways it's far more intimate than the feeling of Rude entering him just a little.

"Rude-" Barely more than a whisper but that one sound said more than he could put into words.

[looking_sharp]

"Rodolfo," he corrects as he presses in further. The tightness was amazing.

[ambitiousblond]

"Rodolfo." He breaths against Rude's ear as the other presses into him completely.

His legs are shaking as he wraps one against Rude's waist but his nails dig hard into the skin of Rude's shoulder. There will be marks that will last at least a few days but he doesn't care. He's not going to hide anything.

[looking_sharp]

Good man, getting it right that time. New rule, fuck Rufus until the man can properly say his name even when he's not being fucked.

The hands clawing at him earned a moan from Rude, whose hips snapped forward sharply. Well, there you have it, he's sunk into Rufus completely.

"Fuck."

[ambitiousblond]

The snap of Rude's hips makes him gasp, needing to pause for a moment to adjust. The stretch was uncomfortable as he adjusts, he hadn't expected Rude to fill him up so much but the pleasure outweighs the discomfort.

"You feel so fucking good." He grabs at Rude's hips, shifting against him to encourage him to keep going.

[looking_sharp]

"Good," he echoes, his mouth moving down to suck at Rufus's neck as he works on thrusting into the other man. Yes, this is good. Very good. The best.

"You feel so perfect."

[ambitiousblond]

"Harder- grab onto my legs." He laughs breathlessly as Rude leaves a mark on his neck- it's high enough he won't be able to hide it easily but it doesn't matter. He's decided to give himself permission to have a life outside of his role of president and that means allowing himself some measure of personal happiness.

He's not sure how long he can hold out, unable to resist reaching down between them to take his cock in hand. "Fuck-!"

[looking_sharp]

Directions are not only good, but absolutely obeyed. Rude gets his arms under Rufus's legs, lifting to change the angle, and holding them tight to his body to give him a bit more leverage. Leverage is worth it, leverage means he can thrust deeper, harder, faster. The heat, the tension, that felt so good that he was losing his control.

NOt that either of them wanted control.

[ambitiousblond]

That extra leverage made all the difference in the intense pleasure that made him shatter with Rude's name moaned in broken gasps. His entire world was Rude filling him up.

He can't put together the words to tell Rude he's close, tensing up before suddenly he loses what little control he's able to maintain, his climax coming hard, white spots at the edges of his vision.

[looking_sharp]

Rufus's orgasm is a beautiful thing, to get to see the man like he is at his most intense. Add in the fact that his body was that much more tight and fluttery around Rude's cock with his pleasure mad it even better. It only took a few more thrusts before Rude was losing himself with Rufus as well.

It's a mess, they are a mess, and Rude doesn't care. He just leans over Rufus, his arms still around the man's legs as he pants.

"You sounded so good there.

[ambitiousblond]

Rufus can't respond at first, taking a moment to catch his breath as he focuses on Rude. His entire body feels warm like he's floating in a haze.

"And you feel incredible" He knows he's a mess but he doesn't mind. He doesn't want Rude to move away just yet and he's decided that he doesn't want to get up for a while.

"I like this start the new year."

[looking_sharp]

"We should start all years like this," Rude agrees. Was that an implication? Perhaps.

What mattered for now was that he had Rufus here, so close, right in his arms.

"Let me stay in your bed tonight?"

[ambitiousblond]

"For many years to come." Rufus has no intention of going anywhere now that he's not ill. He wraps an arm around Rude's shoulders, idly stroking his fingers against the back of Rude's neck. An indication that he understood Rude's implication and accepted it.

"Of course." It saved him from asking Rude to stay. He didn't want to go back to sleeping alone in a cold bed. "It's cold so I'm sure you'll keep me warm."

[looking_sharp]

"This whole damn continent is too cold," Rude agrees with a grumble as he finally pulls out of Rufus and rolls aside. And almost immediately wraps himself around Rufus so he can stay warm.

[ambitiousblond]

Rufus takes a moment to pull a thick blanket over them to get comfortable once Rude shifts off of him.

"You'll have to take me to the coast then and I can bask in the sun. I'm far too pale." He didn't like looking like he was still ill, he wanted to look more alive once more. He smiles as he lets Rude pull him closer in his arms, closing his eyes.

[looking_sharp]

"You'd burn worse than any of Reno's cooking attempts," Rude counters, closing his own eyes. "Would have to put lotion on you."

[ambitiousblond]

Rufus laughs softly, relaxing in Rude's arms as he feels himself drifting. They have things to work out that can wait until morning, he doesn't want to move. "I don't think you'll mind that."

[looking_sharp]

"I don't think I would either. Now rest, Rufus. Tomorrow is another day."