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]

"Are you suggesting I would serve as a different sort of pet for you?" Reeve asked, smiling in amusement.

[emovampboy]

"At least a pleasant and happy distraction." Vincent watches Reeve, that amused smile, and raises the human hand up gently to place it on Reeve's shirt, fiddling with a button. "I'm not good at being forward, though... Not always. So if you can deal with that still..."

Vincent's tone indicates a question; do you want to make this more and more physical, or stop it where it is?

[plate_builder]

A pleasant and happy distraction until he got bored. Reeve could be just as troublesome as a cat when he was bored.

"Perhaps you aren't good at being forward, but that doesn't mean I can't invite behavior, I hope. I'd appreciate getting to feel your skin again."

[emovampboy]

Vincent was not the type to get bored easily when it came down to relationships, something Reeve probably knew quite well, even if he might think otherwise by the words the longer haired man had spoken. After all, Vincent had spent a great many years on his own lamenting a woman who had ultimately betrayed him.

Not that it mattered much. Reeve's thoughts were his own, just as Vincent's thoughts stayed his own and only time would tell what would come of all of this. Time that could be damned for any serious thoughts at this particular moment.

A short nod acknowledges Reeve's words, the hand on his shirt finally working a button loose as Vincent leans over to kiss the head of the WRO, letting Reeve know he could certainly invite this behavior if he so wanted.

[plate_builder]

Well yes, that is absolutely inviting. Reeve's fingers came up and curl in Vincent's hair, holding him close in the kiss. He keeps the kiss light for now, but he has every intent of escalating it later.

[emovampboy]

Vincent doesn't seem to mind that Reeve's hand finds its way to his hair again, being this long he figures most people would enjoy playing with it sometimes given the situation they were in, and so he only focuses on that kiss and Reeve.

Fingers undo another button, trying to recall just how many there were again, as fingers lightly trace any available skin and his clawed hand carefully presses at Reeve as if to imply he should lay back and enjoy himself.

[plate_builder]

Far too many buttons. Were it not for the fact that Reeve hadn't brought nearly enough clothes, he would have absolutely gone so far as to tell Vincent to just rip it off. As it was he shivered at the fingers of that flesh hand running over his skin.

Only then did he pull away from the kiss.

"You're good with your hands."

Happy New Year! :)

[emovampboy]

It was unlikely Vincent would have listened if Reeve had said to tear at the fabric; he had no desire to destroy property, or to even risk accidentally getting on the man's bodyguard's bad side by doing so. And besides, there was some small advantage to having time to work on the buttons, create an even greater atmosphere of need or want by having to take that time.

Though this doesn't mean Vincent stops working the buttons when Reeve pulls back, or even as he himself smiles softly and chuckles as he responds to the remark. "I would hope so, since guns are my thing. It's no good to have bad hands with small parts. Something you know well."

Enough of the buttons undone, Vincent raises his hand to press some of the cloth of the coat away, leaning over to lightly nip at Reeve's neck, curious as to the response he will get from it.

[plate_builder]

Oh there were definitely some build up with those fingers on him. Very good build up. One that makes Reeve shiver, his body pressing up into any press of Vincent's fingers he can get.

"My fingers are smart, but they never provoke so much as you do," Reeve answered, but the words devolved into a gasp with the nip. He leaned up more into that touch, clearly seeking something sharper.

"I have no meetings for a while, I can have some marks."

[emovampboy]

Vincent chooses not to give a vocal response to Reeve's words this time, only reacting to what he says by turning the light nip into a sharper bite as his hand returns to finish unfastening buttons so that he can start to fully remove the engineer's coat.

[plate_builder]

Yes, that was good, that was right. Reeve gasped, his hands reaching behind Vincent's back to grab and scratch at it. He felt so alive in this moment, and he didn't know what to do with that.

It just made him feel like he had been failing at life than anything else.

[emovampboy]

Vincent arches just faintly to those fingers and their attempt to scratch at him through the cloth that hides his skin, feeling the strength in Reeve's hands, even as he presses the coat away and draws back to lodge a rather amused complaint.

"I think we both wear too many clothes, Reeve."

[plate_builder]

"Oh we do, but it's so cold here," Reeve reminded him. Too many layers, keeping them apart. This was the worst. "We should shed them.

[emovampboy]

Vincent smiles faintly, still amused at the situation as well as Reeve's own words. He even debates reaching forward to try and remove more of the layers the other man is wearing, continue to be the one doing most of the work, but decides against it.

Instead he acknowledges Reeve's words by reaching to start undoing his own outfit, obviously daring Reeve to try and keep from staring long enough for the WRO head to do the same and thus bring them more quickly to what seems an optimal state.

[plate_builder]

How is he suppose to keep from staring? He wants to see this. But... But if he acts, then he gets rewarded. Damn, he hates having to choose between his desires. So he tries to stare at Vincent as his hands clumsily work at his own buttons to get those open, before pulling his turtleneck over his head.

"You are a man of not enough words."

My dad is going to drive me mad--der

[emovampboy]

"You like that about me." It's said as if he's entirely certain about this fact, careful as he removes his shirt not to tear it.

*hug*

[plate_builder]

"I like most things about you," Reeve answered, his fingers coming up to toy with Vincent's hair briefly, as if to say that was part of it.

Though he's also very happy to have his shirt off, so he can be closer to bare in front of the other man.

[emovampboy]

The response is greeted again by one of the half-smiles Vincent seems to give off at various points, more frequently perhaps in the last half hour than usual, before Vincent shifts to bring himself to one knee, give himself greater height as he leans over near Reeve's ear to nip at it gently.

At the same time he seems to keep leaning forward, almost as if to push Reeve down as his hand snakes between the man's legs to start undoing the next layer keeping them apart, pausing in his actions only long enough to give an honest and very direct warning to his companion.

"I'm not stopping this time, so you'll have to tell me if I hurt you."

[plate_builder]

"I wouldn't ask you to stop me," he answered, his voice full of a very true hunger. So yes, he would tell if there was a pain he couldn't handle, that he didn't want. As it was he shifted his hips to try and make it easier for Vincent to see his pants off.

I am so sorry - Weddings, Covid, Family all decided to work together at once to keep me from RP!

[emovampboy]

He doesn't need to nod his understanding of Reeve's words, but he does as he moves away from the other man's ear, using the offered movement to allow his one good hand to start pressing Reeve's pants away, knowing he'll likely be offered more help shortly.

Yet Vincent seems quite content to make up for the time it takes him to work away clothing, leaning over to kiss at Reeve's chest softly, sprinkling in a very small bite here and there to either keep the architect focused or to give him the obvious bit of pain he's hinted he likes.

I'm just happy you're okay

[plate_builder]

Oh come now, being so slow was going to drive him mad. And he loves it.

"Should have known a man who could wait in a basement for so many years could be so patient. What a tease."

[emovampboy]

"This isn't teasing." Vincent remarks with a serious tone, though the small scratch from his gauntleted hand on Reeve's hip mixed with his next words shows he's anything but. "Unless you would like to return home with slightly airier clothing?"

[plate_builder]

Reeve laughs, because of course he doesn't want that.

"No, not airier. I might freeze, Vincent. Have pity."

[emovampboy]

"I won't let you freeze." Vincent assures, content now that he's managed to slip off enough of Reeve's clothing so that they can continue, reaching back up to stroke the man firmly even as he leans over to give him another kiss.

[plate_builder]

"What a charmer," Reeve answered with a humming smile. Of course he thinks that will work out good for him.

The words are just worthless now, given he's moaning from the stroking.