He's glad that Rufus didn't catch sigh of the gun, because he'd insist on ridding him of it and he's not entirely sure if he's ready for that yet.
The door shuts and it's too easy to lose himself in the world of one Rufus Sixsmith, because it's one he's denied himself for weeks, months- too long. Robert lets out a shuddering, content sigh when he's drawn closer. He loses his shirt, tries to hold back a moan when hands run over his chest because there's company still- not that they'd mind, but he's learned to be still, and old habits like that aren't broken easily. It'll take time.
A kiss and more of them- he learns into them as just hungrily as Rufus seems to be. He falls to bed and his world is still soft and gentle. Couldn't have asked for much more, he thinks. This is perfect.