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]

It's been a while, but Reeve still manages to swallow down all Vincent has to offer, bobbing over him until he's milked everything Vincent has from him. Even then he spares a brief lick over him to clean him before moving up Vincent's body to lay down next to him.

"Good?"

[emovampboy]

Does he expect a good response to that? Especially with the fact Vincent is a little out of breath, and a lot blushing. Which means the best he can do is mumble as he covers his face.

[plate_builder]

What? No. Reeve reaches up to pull Vincent's hands away from his face. No, that is not okay at all, he wants to see that. Wants to enjoy that.

"You look beautiful like that, Vincent, satisfied."

[emovampboy]

He mumbles again, trying to pull his hands back to cover his face once more, before finally managing, "You're too good at that..."

[plate_builder]

"I've had lovers, Vincent. Male lovers. Which means I know what I'm doing," Reeve agrees. "Please stop hiding your face. I want to see you."

[emovampboy]

"Obviously." Vincent sighs, but does uncover his face, looking at Reeve a moment. "...I feel a little bad... I obviously have far less experience."

And for some reason, he is a little embarrassed about it. Hpw strange.

[plate_builder]

"That's not bad. You just have an experienced lover to teach you," Reeve smiles, resting his head on Vincent's shoulder. He likes it here, this close to a man that he's tasted.

[emovampboy]

"I suppose so... still..." He sort of wants to cover his face again, knowing the red isn't going away anytime soon, and not at all sure why he's embarrassed now after acting so cool before.

[plate_builder]

He moves to start kissing at Vincent's cheeks and neck, wherever the color is. Fun.

"We could resist doing that again in the future. Though I think you're going to want it."

[emovampboy]

Because doing that won't bring out even more color. Honestly, it seems he has opened a floodgate, and he honestly can't deny what Reeve says.

What he can do is try to regain control of the situation, and that starts with reaching over to grab Reeve by the arm and shift, hoping to pin the man to the bed and stop the kissing.

[plate_builder]

Well Vincent will definitely win there. Reeve's strength is in his legs and even that has slacked off without climbing the Shinra Tower's stairs repeatedly on a daily basis. So he's pinned and he smiles up at Vincent.

"You're beautiful from here."

[emovampboy]

"Quit." Vincent growls out. "Or are you trying to keep me blushing?"

[plate_builder]

"I don't know, red is really your color," Reeve teases, his fingers coming up to play through Vincent's hair.

[emovampboy]

Vincent sighs, shaking his head and grabbing Reeve's hands away and leaning in close so they meet eye to eye. "Should I make you red, instead of me?"

Well, it seems that the assured Vincent from before is returning, a small smirk on his face. Somehow, he wants to get back at Reeve, and there is a thought pressing into mind...

[plate_builder]

"I'd like to see you try," Reeve admits, But he seems a bit concerned. "Do you need me to stop? To not do this? I just want to know you're okay."

[emovampboy]

So worried all the time. It is kind of Reeve, but Vincent doesn't need it. He is actually somewhat amused right now and his expression is probably not something Reeve has ever seen; mischievous.

"Are you sure you truly want to see that?"

[plate_builder]

"Yes, I really would," Reeve agrees as he stares up at the other man. This mischief will be met with eagerness thank you very much.

[emovampboy]

"Hmn..." Vincent moves to unpin Reeve, but it's only for a moment, just long enough to get his arm under Reeve, flip him to his stomach and place his clawed hand on his neck to pin him again, before leaning to whisper by his ear. "Are you absolutely sure? You don't know what I'm thinking."

[plate_builder]

Was this supposed to dissuade him? Because Reeve now had a theory of what was coming next. He turns his head just enough to breathe easily, wiggling a little under Vincent.

"Do it," he eggs on, squirming a little under Vincent. "Please."

I doubt Reeve expects this

[emovampboy]

Did he know what was coming? Vincent had surprised him before, and he had a feeling he would now.

Slowly he slides his hand down Reeve's back, running his fingers along the spine to bring a tingle, moving until they reach the tailbone, and lingering there a moment. Let Reeve suspect as he will. Let him be surprised.

Vincent's hand moves again, fingers splaying out across one cheek of Reeve's ass, before raising just enough that the downward motion will leave a good little sting, as well as a nice, though quiet, slapping sound.

Yes, Reeve brings something evil out of Vincent, and he does hope the man realizes it.

This is precisely what Reeve expected and hopes for actually

[plate_builder]

Yes.

Damn this is good. Reeve's abuot moaning at the first sting, and yeah, he's lifting his hips to give Vincent a better chance to strike.

"Is that it?"

Naughty Reeve

[emovampboy]

The response earns a small brow raise from Vincent. The intention hwd been to get a blush out of Reeve, but instead he gets this? The man truly likes his pain, doesn't he? And maybe more...?

May as well see where this goes, then.

Vincent brings his hand back down, this time a little bit more firmly, red eyes focused on Reeve's reactions.

Re: Naughty Reeve

[plate_builder]

Truly embarrassment was easily bypassed by sheer desire, and that strike does enough to override all concern. His whole body rocks forward as much as the hand pushing his neck down allows, and he moans into the pillow over the pleasure of the sting.

"That's... that's better."

[emovampboy]

"Interesting..." Vincent runs his hand back up Reeve's spine, leaning over to nip Reeve's ear. "Do you know you might be dangerous to me?"

[plate_builder]

"Dangerous?" Reeve asks, his blood just about singing at the soothing touch so soon after a strike. It's about that special sort of play, pain and pleasure and comfort, and Vincent seems to know his way around it without even being taught.

"Because I make you hungry?"