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]

Bless him. There are a number of blessings he would love to offer to this man, but what's the point? His hips lift when Vincent moves to pull his pants off. This is a change he has no problems with. Now that they're here, now that he's surrendered to this, he is happy for it.

But he does whine when the hand leaves his hair.

[emovampboy]

Vincent ignores the whine for now, instead focusing half on tossing the pajama bottoms to the other bed, and half on a very naked Reeve. He may not have been lying on his interest, but Vincent would be the first to admit he hasn't had much experience with sex, or very naked, very aroused men being beneath him.

It might be unfortunate if Reeve wants things to keep moving, sadly, as Vincent is busy taking in everything he sees, deciding slowly what he thinks; and with a very serious face as he does it.

More fortunate is that he doesn't give Reeve much time to try and ask questions, even with the long pause, his decision becoming apparent when he reaches over to stroke along Reeve's chest and slowly downward, almost daring Reeve to arch up and meet him.

[plate_builder]

Being appreciated is something Reeve can accept as a substitute for attention, for touch. So when he sees the man is looking him over he bites his lip and lays there, resisting the urge to move, to touch, to do anything. Helps that the pain of the bite makes his cock twitch.

He's not a flawless man like this. There are clear scars on one leg from bites, a few small cuts and burns that clearly hadn't been fully fixed by cure materia, but mostly he's a good man who is clearly very aroused.

But the touch is back and he closes his eyes. Yes, he does arch up into Vincent's touch. Light touches aren't the greatest.

[emovampboy]

Scars are a part of life, and they don't seem to bother the long-haired man in the slightest. Indeed, he doesn't seem to notice, more intent on Reeve and restoring the touch he had just taken away.

The arch only allows him to touch more, hand stroking slowly along the presented flesh, before grasping and beginning to stroke more firmly.

As almost an afterthought, he brings his clawed hand up to grasp Reeve's hair again and pull gently.

[plate_builder]

Reeve was left moaning at the attention Vincent offered. The pull wasn't much, but it was enough to sting in a good way to warrant the sound even without the hand on him.

"Twist your wrist as you move your hand," he encourages. Clearly this isn't something Vincent has done before, so perhaps he might need some guidance.

[emovampboy]

Vincent is thankfully willing to listen, at least when it comes to anything not related to redemption, and so he tries exactly what he's told, hoping be is doing it right.

[plate_builder]

Oh, definitely doing it right. One of Reeve's legs comes up, shifts so he can brace against the bed so he can buck his hips into the grip. Damn good here, and he just about whined at the pleasure of it.

"H-how far are you taking this?"

[emovampboy]

He debates removing his hand from Reeve's hair, using it to help the man brace, but decides he doesn't wish to risk slicing the man up on accident somewhere which might later prove to be uncomfortable.

So the hand remained, even as he slowed his stroking and looked at Reeve seriously over the question. "How far do you want me to take it?"

[plate_builder]

As if Materia couldn't handle any slicing that happened. But Reeve doesn't seem to mind the current position, the current attention.

"As far as your comfortable," he pants, biting his lower lip to try and keep himself from moaning.

[emovampboy]

In the heat of the moment, one doesn't always think about materia, and so the fact it could cure most anything Vincent could do does not even come to mind.

What does come to mind is the fact Reeve is not answering completely, instead deffering to Vincent in the matter, and Vincent is not entirely sure how to respond; he supposes he doesn't have to though. Just see where things go.

Leaning over, Vincent kisses Reeve deeply as he continues to stroke him.

[plate_builder]

It is a perfectly good answer, it's just one that Vincent has to answer for himself. And of course he moans into Vincent's mouth as he thrusts into that hand, the one gripping him and getting him closer to an edge. Good news, with Vincent so close he can get his hands in that messy hair and gripping at his hair.

[emovampboy]

Vincent doesn't seem to mind the fingers in his hair, instead chuckling a little into the kiss at it.

A moment later he stops his stroking, running his thumb over the head of Reeve's penis, before beginning to stroke once again; proving he does know a little at least.

[plate_builder]

"Damn," he hisses, head twisting aside a little at the sensation. "Vincent, I have to wonder just how many dirty thoughts I gave you the other night."

Teasing? He shouldn't be teasing. But it's nice anyway.

[emovampboy]

"Not enough." Vincent responds, repeating the motion before settling into a rhythm that he hopes will finish Reeve quickly; he can tease too.

[plate_builder]

Finish him quickly is true. Would have been longer if he was at all used to this any more. This felt good, better than good, and Reeve's whole body arched off the bed as he came with Vincent's name on his lips. Wonderful.

"Give me a moment," he pants as he lays there.

[emovampboy]

Vincent draws his hand back, watching as Reeve releases, quite unconcerned if it takes him a few moments to recover his senses. This is quite interesting on its own.

[plate_builder]

That's all... more than he expected. A lot more than he expected tonight. Than he ever would have expected. Everything feels like a dream. He's just about naked in a hotel room, one of the most beautiful men he's ever known looking at him, and his whole body hums with his recent release.

"Would you allow me to return the attention? Because I would be delighted to."

[emovampboy]

The question is expected, but there is a long pause, a sort of moment that it is easy to tell he is debating something. Probably not what Reeve is thinking, either.

All day he has been acting more relaxed, cracking jokes that most the others would probably not believe, and he sort of wants to crack one now; but would it be appropriate in a situation like this? Does he care?

Not really. And the smile on his face shows it, even as he realizes that the logic does not make total sense.

"Only if you think you can figure out enough of my outfit to do do."

[plate_builder]

Seriously? Reeve stares at him and looks almost betrayed by the very idea of what Vincent is saying. Though whether it's more because of the idea that he might not be able to figure it out, or that Vincent would expect him to manage it.

"Are you really looking to be disappointed when I fail?"

[emovampboy]

He should feel bad over that look, and what Reeve took from his words, but instead he just smiles at the man and leans over to nip an ear as he speaks. "I suppose I should find a better tone to show I'm joking."

[plate_builder]

Damn. Reeve shudders and hisses a little at the pleasure of the nip. Lovely.

"If I can't find a way into your outfit, you will be kind enough to help, right?" Reeve asks, smirking a little as he moves to sit up. Let him do that, he wants to get Vincent bare under him. Or bare enough.

[emovampboy]

Vincent shifts back so that Reeve can sit up. "I'll think about it."

[plate_builder]

"I suppose I'll have to make sure," Reeve just about purrs as he reaches out. His fingers sink into Vincent's hair to pull him close, his kiss warm and sweet.

[emovampboy]

Vincent is not expecting the kiss, but he does lean into it, enjoying what Reeve gives and letting him take the lead now.

[plate_builder]

Good thing Reeve knows a bit about leading. Usually didn't take control with older lovers, but with Vincent it is its own sort of wonder. So he happily guides Vincent down to the bed and keeps kissing, lips moving from lips and to his jaw, his neck, back up toward the ear.

"Your lips are amazingly soft. I don't even know how you manage it."