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 keeps his eyes on Reeve, increasing his strength slowly, looking for where things cross from pleasurable to painful. May as well get that memorized now.

[plate_builder]

Honestly, Reeve gets a bit serious with how much he can handle before he finally winces and immediately tells Vincent he can't take any more than that much. In fact, please scale it down just a touch. By that point his ass is most decidedly red from the attention, and he might have to sleep on his stomach. And he still looks pleased.

"Yeah. That... that's good. Just... rub it a bit? Helps take care of the sting some."

[emovampboy]

Vincent processes it all, his mind apparently only blank when he was on the receiving end. And yet, despite that such a thing might be seen as a negative, especially if Reeve were made aware, Vincent is content; every bit of knowledge he builds up now he can use for later, and without as much thought.

Knowledge Reeve is freely giving, if the fact he's giving Vincent pointers is any indication.

His hand moves down, doing as Reeve suggests, even as Vincent draws his claw away, taking a moment to make sure he has left no mark, before using it to very softly draw through Reeve's hair, some strange mix of stroking and brushing.

[plate_builder]

"Good," Reeve about hums, and whether it's the massaging hand or the stroking claw is up for debate.

"It's called... it's called after care. Important when bringing any sort of binding or consensual pain into the bedroom. Helps... helps the brain come back down from the act. Don't know why, but with one you want the other."

No reason he can't teach. Though he isn't really moving.

[emovampboy]

After care, huh? Something he might have to research, though for now he dips down to turn Reeve just enough to kiss him softly. "What else helps?"

[plate_builder]

"Well, I am quite happy to just have you close."

That's its own comfort, and Reeve likes the comfort of being this close to Vincent. Oh dear, meetings are going to be troublesome the next day. He was going to have trouble not remembering what Vincent did nothing.

[emovampboy]

"Hm..." He strokes Reeve's hair gently. "You are an interesting man."

[plate_builder]

"Yes, I'm certain I am. But I think you are too. And if I'm not wrong, you enjoyed that," Reeve smirks. "Like I did. A lot."

As if to underline the point he shifts his hips just enough to grind himself against the sheets under him. What? A few minutes of that and of course his body had reacted in more than one way.

[emovampboy]

Vincent flushes faintly, eyes darting away briefly, before he shakes his head. "I'm not sure if that is entirely true... though it was... interesting to watch you."

Yeah, he's totally lying. What?

[plate_builder]

"I suppose I can let you keep your dignity if it makes you feel better to think you didn't like that as much as I did."

Well... Perhaps not as much, because there's Reeve, turning carefully on his side so he can take himself in hand and stroke.

"Or liked it well enough.

[emovampboy]

There's not a good response to give to that, only a little more blushing before focusing on what Reeve is doing. "Do you want help?"

[plate_builder]

"You already helped to get me here," Reeve smiles, and yes, the man has no shame about things right here. This is something he doesn't mind being confident with. Still, with the offer there he reaches out for Vincent's hand and guides it to his shaft. Wraps Vincent's fingers around it and then his own around Vincent's hand so they can stroke him together.

[emovampboy]

This movement only brings a deeper blush, though Vincent doesn't pull his hand away, falling into Reeve's pace and leaning over to kiss him once more.

[plate_builder]

Reeve shifts just a bit closer to Vincent as he keeps their hands going, leaning in so his forehead could rest against Vincent's.

"What you do to me is hard to describe, Vincent. I don't think I've been this eager for a man in many, many years."

[emovampboy]

Is it alright if he can't answer? Because he doesn't exactly know how, being as he has never been the best with words. Instead he just gently rubs his head against Reeve's.

[plate_builder]

Well that is lovely. Reeve smiles and kisses Vincent while he strokes himself. Frankly, given the night he's had, he comes far too soon. Doesn't matter, not in his books. What matters is getting to share the moment with Vincent, being this close while coming down from such an amazing high.

[emovampboy]

Vincent watches quietly, waiting for Reeve to seem done before drawing his hand away gently, a small blush still omn his cheeks. "I should wash, and get you something to wash with too..."

[plate_builder]

"Frankly, I should probably seek the shower," Reeve admits. but the prospect of walking is not high up on the order of things he wants to do right now. At all.

Ever again. Let him melt in contentment into this pleasure.

[emovampboy]

"You can do so later." Vincent moves to the bathroom to wet some washcloths, giving himself a quick wipe down before moving over to hand Reeve a different cloth. "Here..."

[plate_builder]

Reeve offers Vincent a thankful smile before cleaning himself off a bit. After that he rolls back onto his stomach, the most comfortable position he can find. And he offers Vincent a smile.

"Once I can move, I'll shift to the other bed."

[emovampboy]

"You're fine there." Vincent remarks, shifting to lay beside Reeve and drawing the sheets over them both.

[plate_builder]

"But the bed is going to be disgusting later," he protests with a sigh. No, it's not that simple, Vincent. But for now it will be enough.

For now.

[emovampboy]

"Should I move us both there, then?"

[plate_builder]

"For now I don't think I could move if I wanted. But if you're willing to move me, I won't stay no. Especially if it keeps me in your arms."

What, he wants to be close right now and he can't think of anything more valuable than that.

[emovampboy]

Reeve really is sort of cheesy, Vincent realizes. Certainly he is better at speaking than Vincent, despite the cheesiness.

Either way, Vincent stands and goes to turn down the other bed, before moving back to lift Reeve and bring him to it, before lying down next to him. "Better?"