Rufus shakes his head, merely in disbelief at the beautiful man beneath him and because he doesn't understand how one person could do this to another. How alive and new he always feels with Robert and, God, isn't love wonderful? Because Robert looks at him as though he feels exactly the same. As though he never for a second doubted his assumption that they would find each other again. As though their souls were magnets to each other across time-
"Loud we can do," he murmurs, pressing his mouth to Robert's neck, biting gently between kisses. "Can't we?" he teases as he shifts slightly and wraps his fingers around Robert's cock, trembling with the pleasure of simply holding him again. It's lovely, yes, but he wants more. He wants Robert to scream for him. So his hands starts to move, slow and a little rough, accompanied by the nibbles and kisses and his hot breath. Their hosts, he hopes, will have the good grace to forgive them any indiscretions over the next few days. They have a lot of time to make up for-