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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[emovampboy]

Vincent tightens his grip a little, tugging at Reeve gently to try and pull him onto his lap so they are face to face.

"I could leave everything on, I was thinking... just remove most of your clothes."

[plate_builder]

If Vincent wanted to have Reeve in his lap, Reeve... he was not going to resist. No doubt if they reached a limit for the man, he would communicate it. So he sat as distracted.

"I think I could be okay with that suggestion. If that's what is in your mind, I think you should."

[emovampboy]

"I suppose I should be grateful I don't need to figure out your coat." Yet he doesn't move yet, analyzing Reeve. The man said it was fine to be more intimate, and Vincent can obviously find ideas, and yet... "Is it really ok for you, since you've had men leave after before? Considering I will probably head back to the Forest in the next few days?"

[plate_builder]

"I was under the impression that you'd planned to leave tomorrow," Reeve shrugged. Please... please let him have this.

"Will you stop being interested in me if whatever we do tonight is not the greatest pleasure? Will you not care tomorrow if I sleep with you tonight?"

This is something he wants. Or is ready to want.

"And my coat," he says, leaning in to whisper in Vincent's ear, "is simpler than your outfit here."

[emovampboy]

Vincent tilts his head a little, his human hand playing with the fabric of Reeve's shirt idly, watching him calmly. Such questions again? He supposes he did bring it on, and he shakes his head softly.

"As I said, I am not like that. I can admit I do not know what will become of whatever is beginning, but I will not judge you or find you less for something I am suggesting."

[plate_builder]

The questions aren't for Reeve's sake. It's so Vincent can hear them himself. If that's enough for Vincent, it's enough for him. And with the man suggesting this, Reeve leans forward, his lips hovering just in front of Vincent's.

"Then I want you to keep suggesting," Reeve answered, a hand reaching down to settle on Vincent's human hand. To reach down and curl those fingers in his shirt more.

If you want to take it off, take it off.

[emovampboy]

He's been reading Reeve wrong all day, but given the situation and conversation, he is sure he understands this time.

Metallic hand joins the original, careful as he slides the shirt up, ignoring those lips for now.

[plate_builder]

It's okay. Reeve's been giving bad signals all day. This one... maybe this one they can agree on. With those hands pulling up, though, he smiles. Raises his arms as well so the shirt can be pulled off.

[emovampboy]

Vincent is cautious, less of Reeve's skin than the fabric of the shirt, since he knows a small scratch won't bother, might even excite, the man.

Shirt off, Vincent tosses it across the way onto the other bed, before running his hand gently down Reeve's chest, seeming to examine the skin carefully.

[plate_builder]

It's nice skin, because it's just about flawless. Unlike Vincent, unlike all of the people who had 'saved' the world, he had no scars to speak of. He alone got away unmarked in the face of all he had done.

At least here. There were some on his legs from the Kalm Fangs after the near assassination, but Vincent isn't in position to see it.

[emovampboy]

Vincent could easily argue that scars took many forms, and not all of them had to be visible. Reeve's scars lay mostly beneath thee surface, but they were there all the same.

Still, the feel of warm skin under his hands, skin with no obvious scar, was nice. And like most everything else Vincent does, he is thorough in his examination, touching every inch of flesh that is accessible before leaning over to kiss gently along the other man's neck.

[plate_builder]

Too damn thorough. Reeve closed his eyes and let himself bask in the attention, taking a careful breath as Vincent's fingers explored. His whole body tensed and relaxed as the touch explored. Then when you add in the kiss against his neck, Reeve swallowed hard.

Felt good to have that, and Reeve moves to put his arms around Vincent's neck. To steady himself.

[emovampboy]

He kisses more, finding his way to where he knicked Reeve's neck earlier, moving his hand from Reeve's chest to draw along the arms now around his neck, grasping and pulling it away so he can draw it away and move to bite the pqlm gently.

[plate_builder]

Well he had no problem with that. Reeve hummed in a bit of pleasure at the bite. Good choice there. Doesn't know what he likes more, the bite or the fact that he was being reminded of the scratch again.

"Do i taste good?"

[emovampboy]

"Salty." Vincent replies, looking up to Reeve. "Just like skin tastes."

[plate_builder]

"We'll have to work on your pillow talk," Reeve chuckled, leaning in to kiss the man briefly. But hey, who needs pillow talk when they have a handsome man biting his hand?

Why does he like that so much?

[emovampboy]

"Hm." Really, is there a better response? Other than maybe his biting Reeve's wrist at the pulse point; a sensation he is sure will be tingly feeling, and hopefully not painful.

[plate_builder]

Painful, yes, but not badly so. Congratulations for making him shudder and sigh. Very nice.  “And you come back to Yuffie’s accusations.”

[emovampboy]

"Problem?" There's that Turk voice again, and this time red eyes join the voice, serious, dark and dangerous. Oh, yes, he is having fun Reeve.

[plate_builder]

Oh. Oh dear that look. Reeve’s free hand wraps around the back of Vincent’s head, dragging him close and kissing him. Kissing him hungrily. Far more heat and desire than the other kisses today.

[emovampboy]

Vincent raises a brow at that reaction, but doesn't stop it, returning the kiss with his own. It may not be as heated as Reeve's, nor as good, but it is very obviously being enjoyed.

He even lets Reeve's wrist go, bringing his hand around to stroke the man's back.

[plate_builder]

After a long moment of savoring Vincent's lips Reeve pulls away to breathe.

"Sorry. You... looked so good then."

[emovampboy]

"You seem to like it when I am forceful." Vincent raises his other hand, scratching across one of Vincent's arms with his clawed hand, careful not to break skin, only create feel.

[plate_builder]

"I do," Reeve agrees, and that scratch gets Reeve hissing in pleasure. This is a good thing. A better than good thing. Come on. You can do better than that.

"And this is good."

[emovampboy]

Vincent raises a brow, and seems to contemplate something quietly for a few moments, probably making Reeve wonder if he broke the man, before standing, lifting Reeve as he does.

A moment later, with a small smirk, Vincent tosses Reeve onto the bed with just enough force to make a point without hurting the man. And before Reeve can fully react, he moves to straddle him.

"And this...?"