Its midday and the halls of ShinRa building in Midgar are bustling and busy, with flustered office aides, other employees and Turks;

But none of that really bothers Rufus at the moment; in fact it might even excite him a bit more.

Perhaps that's why he always makes the journey down to Reno and Rude's joint office, instead of vice versa.

Of course there's a certain terror in it for the redhead as well, his heart pounding faster than it would say, in his own slum apartment of Rufus' upper-city penthouse. The blondes' smooth hand on his cock could attribute to that, though.

"Are you enjoying this?" The vice president whispers, and Reno does, oh yes he does, but all he can manage is a soft moan, trying to keep his breathing under control.

Don't make a sound, he tells himself when Rufus pushes those moistened fingers between his legs and laughs at the way Reno's cock jumps, at the way he shuts his eyes tight and bites his lip. If I get caught... it doesn't bear thinking about.

The blonde works his fingers slowly, trying to draw out noises, teasing the redhead. After particularly sharp twist of his fingers, Reno's mouth falls open, his back arches like a cat's and behind him, Rufus groans in expectation

"Keep quiet, Turk" is all the warning he gets, when suddenly the vice president grips the lanky mans shoulders and pushes himself in.

Reno muffles himself by biting his arm. One of Rufus's hands wraps around Reno's cock, which is all ready wet. The pressure of Rufus's soft hands is thought-destroying. They are dragging up and down, fast and hard and in time to Rufus's thrusting. Reno's limbs start shaking, and Rufus is shaking and fucking him so hard and fast that the desk is groaning and we're going to get caught if I make any noise.

It's one twenty and Rude always comes back from his lunch break at exactly one thirty.

Do the math.