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]

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."

[emovampboy]

Considering Vincent has shown himself to have sporadic knowledge when it comes to what they are doing, a bit of leading from the younger man is not a terrible thing.

His head tilts back softly at the kissing, legs shifting so that Reeve can press him back without one of them getting knocked; it also allows for access when Reeve is done enjoying his skin.

"I have no idea, I'm afraid."

[plate_builder]

"At least you are willing to admit that. There are a lot of people who don't have that courage," Reeve admitted as he continued kissing against his neck, his hands sliding over Vincent's bodysuit to try and find where the clasps might be. Got to get this thing off.

[emovampboy]

"I don't see why one should be embarrased or worried to admit so...?" The confusion is obvious, but he doubts he will get a response, because even Reeve may not know. Plus it's not really that important to the current situation.

As for the suit, Vincent may still have his head tilted back, body arching to the stroking, but he indicates some of the buttons and zippers that are hidden to Reeve.

[plate_builder]

Ah yes, what a lovely guiding movement because Reeve is happy to keep kissing his neck as his fingers find those buttons and zippers. His fingers are nimble enough to work the buttons open after a time, and they are slower with the zipper as he finds Vincent's lips again to enjoy the feel of those soft lips.

Talking really isn't as important at this second.

[emovampboy]

He returns the kiss, using his hand to assist in locating anything Reeve might miss, but otherwise stroking his claw down Reeve's arm softly before scratching up it.

[plate_builder]

Talk about distracting. Reeve groans against Vincent's lips, momentarily distracted by the scratches. Once he adjusted to the contact, though, he returned his attention to the process at hand, which meant pulling his lips from Vincent's. Damn if he just didn't need his eyes to do this faster.

With the collar handled it's easier to find some of the clasps and buttons on the chest which need worked off before he can unzip further, finally gracing him with the pale expanse of Vincent's collar. Which, of course, is where Reeve's lips soon fall. He'll get further on in a moment, he just wants to suck one bruise into the skin here, a momentary possession of this man.

[emovampboy]

The intention of the claws wasn't to distract, but he can't complain if he did, especially since Reeve doesn't seem to be distracted for long. He also seems to be getting the hang of Vincent's outfit... something which he also won't complain about once the man finds his neck.

A small sound meets the sucking, and as quiet as it is, it is certainly not displeased.

[plate_builder]

At least he knows what sorts of contact he can use to get Vincent going, which is something he enjoys. Unfortunately he has other things he wants to do, which includes further working down the suit. He wants Vincent bare for him. And to do it right now he's not looking too close. Hopes that the scars don't bother Vincent.

He doesn't want this to be a self-conscious moment.

"how far down does the zipper go?" he mumbles against a stretch of muscle, his lips whispering across skin.