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]

Amusing? Don't laugh at him. Reeve smiles and lets his hands come up to rove over Vincent's chest. The scars don't bother him in the least. But when the other man starts to work the shirts off, he lets him. That can be put aside for now.

"You're beautiful in starlight."

[emovampboy]

It's not Vincent's fault amusement can be found in this situation, but as it was only a moment, it shouldn't matter much in the long run.

Reeve's hands feel good, and Vincent almost wishes he didn't finish freeing the other man's shirt to get more touch, but he's sure it will return. Especially as he lets his own hands move to examine Reeve's chest again.

"...Thank you." It is a bit hesitant, not used to compliments like that, but at least leads to a small kiss. "You're always handsome. Even when over-worked."

[plate_builder]

"I'm always over-worked. Maybe it's the overworking that makes me beautiful," he laughs, but he knows better than to believe it. Instead he pushes up against those hands, and he sighs in pleasure, in contentment at the touch.

"IT would really warm me, to have your lips on my skin."

[emovampboy]

"Really?" Vincent asks simply, but doesn't immediately do anything to fulfill the request, hands still stroking Reeve's chest for a minute more.

Yet he does finally lean over, shifting to kiss Reeve's neck softly, hands moving to grip the other man's hips gently.

[plate_builder]

Reeve gasps at the feeling of those lips, his own body pressing up to the attention. The hands on his hips earned a moan though, because he knew the weight of those hands was amazing.

[emovampboy]

Vincent may have said he didn't know a great deal about foreplay, but he seems to know enough to hopefully satisfy Reeve.

His lips continue to drop kisses slowly, moving downwards from the man's neck to his chest and then further, hands actually keeping Reeve from raising his body too far up as he does.

[plate_builder]

Satisfying Reeve won't be very difficult. But the goal is something different. It's satisfying Vincent.

"Vincent, you..."

He feels so good. Reeve licks his lips, his fingers coming up to curl in Vincent's hair.

"You have such lovely lips."

[emovampboy]

Vincent would have said the goal was for both of them to be satisfied, that this sort of thing was meant for two and not one.

He pulls back a bit, looking at Reeve.

"What will you be complimenting next? Since you seem to be enjoying doing so."

[plate_builder]

Oh, they will both be satisfied if he has his will. But for now, he's just as happy to have his current company, and the pace they're slowly building.

Eventually he might suggest they go back to Vincent's shelter so they could enjoy things better. But for now? Now was good as it was.

"Your hair. It's as dark as the beautiful night sky."

[emovampboy]

"Corny again." He notes as he leans over to kiss Reeve again, probably keep him from responding, and letting his human hand gently move up his side.

[plate_builder]

Reeve preferred to consider himself a romantic. But he supposed he had to do something more, a lot more. In this case what he does is reach down to stroke Vincent's cock through his pants. Good.

Very good.

[emovampboy]

Romantic and corny shared a fine line, though it had been less Reeve's actual words and more the fact he had used them after what was said that earned the remark. But Reeve didn't need to know that.

What he does need to know, and will know, is the small gasp of start that leads to a low sound of pleasure at being touched; already partially erect from what they had been doing.

[plate_builder]

Those little noises are worth Reeve's weight in gil. That pleasure, and he was the one inspiring it in a man the world owed so much more than he had ever experienced.

He nips at the other man's lips as his hand strokes more firmly over Vincent's length.

[emovampboy]

"Reeve..." Vincent draws back a little, shuddering a little at the continued stroking. "Do you want me to stroke you too?"

[plate_builder]

"That would do much to warm me," Reeve says after taking a moment to think. And of course he keeps smiling up at Vincent. "If, that is, you're up for that."

[emovampboy]

Vincent finds the last bit funny, gently reaching his hand down to begin stroking Reeve the way the man had just been doing, and smirks softly.

For once, Reeve will find just a hint of the demon that is Vincent as he remarks.

"Perhaps we should try to get off this way together?"

[plate_builder]

Reeve gasps, his hips lifting, trying to meet that touch. His own hand, meanwhile, tightens a bit as he keeps stroking Vincent.

"Yes. Please. Vincent, please."

[emovampboy]

That tightening grip earns a low growl, a small thrust, Vincent's own hand working Reeve harder but with obvious knowledge of what he is doing.

But he doesn't do just that. With Reeve seeming to like his suggestion, the long-haired man sometimes stops for long enough to start opening Reeve's pants, try to pull out the hardening cock he is toying with.

[plate_builder]

Good man, good thought. Reeve moaned and his hips jerked at the feel of skin on skin. So perfect. Fucking hell so perfect.

"Vincent, please, faster."

[emovampboy]

Vincent obliges, increasing the speed of his motions, trying to encourage Reeve carefully with his clawed hand to free him as well, it being so hard to do so in this position.

[plate_builder]

If only Reeve could easily do that, with what Vincent wore. The man was just a veritable 'don't touch me.' But he does finally manage to get his hand down Vincent's pants, even he can't get Vincent fully out.

"Want you naked. You'll have to move."

[emovampboy]

"I'll have to stop..." Vincent notes with a firm stroke, as if making sure Reeve has thought this through, though the sound of his voice says he's not sure he wants to stop.

[plate_builder]

Yes, he's aware. The very idea has him whining in frustration. But...

"You'll make a mess if we don't."

[emovampboy]

Vincent stops his hand, slowly pulling it away from where it's been giving Reeve the warmth he wants, watching him with red eyes that only seem calm, before standing.

He keeps his eyes on Reeve, seeming to instruct him to watch as he slowly begins to remove his clothes, let them fall gently to the ground, perhaps on instinct knowing bare skin and moonlight can make an excellent view.

[plate_builder]

A beautiful view. The most beautiful. Reeve shivers, and his own hands work blindly at his own pants to push them down and away.

"You're art, my dear. Just art and wonder."