For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

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[plate_builder]

“Do that again and you might get attention your aren’t ready for,” Reeve counters. Could easily end up with him being far more forward than he should be.

[emovampboy]

"I'm aware of the risks." Vincent keeps his eyes locked on Reeve. "However, I think I could overpower you if it became necessary."

[plate_builder]

“Yes, I don’t doubt that,” Reeve admits. “I just wouldn’t want that to affect... I don’t want to mess this up, Vincent.”

There has been more than enough instances of him doing that in his life. He can’t do that now.

[emovampboy]

"Why would it affect something, if I already know what you want?" Vincent looks honestly confused. "I also know what you say when drunk, and what you've told me you are like. However, I know you wouldn't do anything I disliked."

[plate_builder]

“There is a propriety to pursuing a man as more than a means to fill a bed,” Reeve counters. “And as you are one of few people who fall into the very small overlap of to my taste and safe to pursue... well, I would prefer that any potential failure come from actual actions that I would choose, rather than base desires.”

Control, clearly Reeve desires to retain it in himself, to no small degree. If all else fails, control over himself would still matter to him.

[emovampboy]

Ah. He doesn't entirely understand, but he understands enough. Reeve is considerate, and like Vincent before, worried to step a bit too far, even if in different ways. But it's different. Not like he and Lucrecia...

Vincent resches forward, gently grabbing Reeve's chin and making sure the man looks at him as he speaks. "I can't hold against you something that isn't meant to mean anything cruel. I would know very well that you weren't just after bedding me. If you were, I'm sure our game of cards would not have featured screws as payment."

[plate_builder]

“Perhaps it would have, just aiming at a different kind,” Reeve laughs. But oh what eyes Vincent forces him to meet.

“If you are... willing to deal with the foolishness of me when tipsy and less worried of scaring you off, then I might entertain acquiring something resembling alcohol here.”

[emovampboy]

"Now there's a terrible pun." Vincent removes his hand, letting his fingers brush the man's chin as he takes them away, "But I would be fine with it if you want a drink. You get too wild I can always caterpillar you."

[plate_builder]

“You know I have to ask what caterpillaring me would entail,” Reeve laughs. Meanwhile he is working on holding back his disappointment at the loss of the touch.

[emovampboy]

"Wrapping you into a blanket very, very tightly." Vincent doesn't need much to explain, watching Reeve closely. "Why don't you draw before we go to eat? Relax yourself."

[plate_builder]

“I have no clue what I would draw. Not much here worth it. I suppose I could work on the Aeris redraw.”

He could do Vincent but... would that be awkward?

Great minds

[emovampboy]

Vincent smiles vaguely. "Why not draw me? It's not often you will see me in normal clothing."

[plate_builder]

“What you normally wear would be normal clothes for you,” Reeve counters, but he does get up to seek out a different pad. “You in my pajamas isn’t exactly normal.”

[emovampboy]

Vincent doesn't counter back, just watching Reeve with some vague amusement. If Vincent liked surprising Reeve today, it seemed the other dark-haired man enjoyed finding minute details to poke Vincent with.

[plate_builder]

It was hardly meant as a poke. What a strange afternoon it has been.

“I suppose I should point out that sweatpants aren’t very flattering on anyone, so the fact that you make them look desirable is quite impressive,” Reeve comments as he pulls a fresh pad free and starts to dig for his drawing pencils.

[emovampboy]

"Isn't that purely because you desire me?" No reason to sugar coat it, since Vincent is sure he doesn't look any better or worse than anyone else in the apparel. "Still, thank you for the compliment."

[plate_builder]

“Really? I think many would agree that your are unfairly good at being attractive in those sweatpants. I am just the one that gets to comment.”

Being attractive works too of course.

[emovampboy]

"You're the only one who is going to see it." Vincent remarks. "How still will I need to hold?"

[plate_builder]

“Not really,” Reeve admits. “Mind... mind if I guide you into position?” Because that would require touches, some even beyond the face where he had been touching the man until now. He has no clue how body conscious the man is. 

[emovampboy]

"It's fine." Vincent might be uncomfortable with anyone else, but with Reeve, he's comfortable enough to let the man move his position. Yet, he can't help but smile a bit, a hint of his more devilish side coming out. "However, will you be alright? I don't want you to pass out."

[plate_builder]

“Thank you, Yuffie,” Reeve chuckles. He finally has found his pencils. This and the pad go onto a surface and he moves to Vincent.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he directs, moving to tease open a curtain to get more light in the room.

[emovampboy]

Vincent chuckles gently at the remark, his point already made, and moves to sit on the bed as directed.

[plate_builder]

Once he has the light he wants and Vincent seared, Reeve moves to the bed. Smiles at Vincent and steals another light kiss before reaching out to lay his hands on Vincent’s shoulders. Oh dear, nice shoulders. He pushes this thought aside to shift Vincent’s shoulders. Crosses his legs and tilts his head away so the light falls on the side of his face. Spends a few minutes toying with his hair and other things before he moves back to consider Vincent. Then he pulls out his PHS to take a quick photo. Just needs it for the reference of the structure of his face and the light. Once he’s done that he sits by Vincent with his drawing supplies and starts to sketch.

“Thanks.”

[emovampboy]

Vincent watches Reeve's hands as he works, but doesn't stop him from working, becoming strangely compliant to being situated as Reeve chooses. Though he asks a simple question as soon as the image is taken on the phone?

"Am I to hold still or is the photo all you wanted?"

[plate_builder]

“I am fine with the photo. And I have a good memory. So you’re free to move. Do you need me to entertain you?”

He has settled close enough to lean against Vincent a bit. Shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg.