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]

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."

[emovampboy]

Reeve seems so easily able to speak words like that, and yet Vincent can't seem to find them. It's a bit disappointing, yet...

Kneeling, helping to remove those pants fully, Vincent leans over to kiss
Reeve hotly as his hand comes back up to the man's shaft, stroking it firmly, trying to earn pleasure from him.

Vincent is light on words, but hopes his actions will tell just how much he wants Reeve, wants this.

[plate_builder]

Some people are verbose. Reeve has always been that sort of man. Noisy and eager. But yes, the actions definitely tell him Vincent wants this ust as much as he does.

"Vincent," he whines, his hand coming down to wrap around Vincent's shaft again, stroking at the same pace Vincent was.

[emovampboy]

Vincent gives Reeve another kiss at his name being spoken, moaning lowly into it as Reeve matches speed with him.

[plate_builder]

Well wasn't this very interesting. He starts stroking Vincent faster, adding a twist to his hand, his own breath hitching as his hips jerked.

[emovampboy]

There's a low hiss at that twist, but it doesn't seem to be a negative thing, the longer-haired man having to stop his stroking momentarily as the sensation of it courses through him, bringing about another shudder.

"Reeve..." The word is said but it sounds like there is more there, something he doesn't say yet, perhaps awaiting permission.

[plate_builder]

"Say it," Reeve hisses out, his hand picking up more speed. He wants to hear it.

Get him to open up, he becomes putty?

[emovampboy]

"Do that thing with your wrist again?" It's a complete sentence, but it's obvious Vincent is not at all calm as he says it, still missing the occasional stroke to Reeve.

The most puttiful.

[plate_builder]

Well that earns a deep chuckle from Reeve. Yes, he thinks he will. He takes a moment, and another few gentle strokes before he repeats the twisting motion with his hand. Surely Vincent appreciates that.

"All you have to do is ask."

Bad Reeve?

[emovampboy]

Vincent makes another hissing sound as soon as Reeve does, rocking his hips foward to enjoy it more.

As to appreciating it? Reeve will just have to judge it by the quiet little warning he gives that he's close.

No, very good Reeve

[plate_builder]

The noises are so wonderful. Reeve loves it so much, could stand to listen to just this. As it was, he kept repeating the twisting touch to get Vincent there. No, to run the man over the edge.

"Come for me, Vincent. Let me see you undone."

He's going to be impossible after this

[emovampboy]

Oh, he'll come alright, with Reeve continuing that motion, his own movements to try to bring the other man to the same result forgotten.

At least Vincent has the foresight to remove his hand before he does come, though, his body tensing instinctively and a low growling moan leaving his lips as he does.

[plate_builder]

"Beautiful," Reeve whispers, watching his lover come to his completion. "You are a vision."

And one framed in stars. How could anything be more lovely than that?

[emovampboy]

Vincent doesn't reply, needing a moment to let the surges of pleasure work through him. It's been a bit since he let go like that, and it felt wonderful.

Once he's at a point he can think, Vincent recalls Reeve, reaching down to stroke him once more.

[plate_builder]

Reeve had been quite content to just lay there and bask in how happy Vincent clearly was. Instead... Instead this. A hand on him and Reeve's hips bucking quickly.

"Fuck, Vincent, yes."

[emovampboy]

Vincent would have felt bad to let Reeve do without after working him up so much. Felt a little bad he couldn't manage to hold long enough for them to climax together.

He won't feel too badly, though. He knows Reeve well enough to know the man enjoyed giving him pleasure, but now it was certainly Vincent's turn to return the favor.

Meaning he focuses on his hand, making sure he speeds up and slows down his strokes to draw the most from Reeve, still occasionally running a finger over the head.

[plate_builder]

Ah, to object of the intensity of Vincent's focus. What a great thing to do. That doesn't mean he isn't going to enjoy what happens. His eyes close as he thrusts into that grip.

"Faster," he whispers. "Please."

[emovampboy]

Vincent complies with the request, hand moving faster on each movement and eyes now focused entirely on the man below him.

[plate_builder]

There it was. That was enough. The speed, the attention, the build from all they had been doing had Reeve gasping out as he comes from Vincent's touch.

Damn, this was good. So good. He felt boneless, laying there on the ground. They were a mess, and he loved it.

"Vincent, dear, you have a verly lovely hand."

[emovampboy]

Another strange compliment, but he won't comment on it, instead shifting to kiss Reeve again.

[plate_builder]

A very lovely kiss, and he very much appreciates it. Enough to snuggle up against the other man.

[emovampboy]

Vincent keeps up the gentle kiss for a moment or two, drawing back with a question to ask.

"Do we want to stay here... or go back to my place?"

[plate_builder]

"Your place. We're going to get really cold really quick now."

And of course, they're going to make their clothes messy, and he'll be cold getting changed back into clothes, but they'll live.