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]

"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.

Reeve may be in trouble

[emovampboy]

Vincent sees no reason to respond to the remark this time, now very much intent on what he is doing and how to do it without disappointing Reeve. A thought he's sure the man would reprimand him for and yet which exists nonetheless.

A few moments of stroking while he kisses the other man is replaced in the next moment with Vincent moving to grab for a bottle, obviously aiming to do things right and with as little pain or discomfort as possible as he opens it and carefully pours some of the contents onto his hand, rubbing his fingers together to spread the substance around even as he continues along towards his goal.

A small change in position allows Vincent to replace the momentarily missing hand with his tongue, apparently intent on keeping Reeve distracted as the long-haired man presses a finger gently into the engineer.

Oh might he?

[plate_builder]

Well of course he’s moaning, quite happy to make his pleasure from Vincent’s attentions obvious. How could the man, so long removed from things like this, be so talented? It’s a question. Or perhaps it’s not as talented as he is attentive, and Reeve hasn’t had that in a while.

“Vincent,” he moans, hips trying to move to get a bit more feeling of the man moving in him.

Yes lol

[emovampboy]

"Hm?" It's the only response he gives, despite knowing that Reeve really has nothing to say to him right now, apparently caught up in the sensations that Vincent is providing. Yet he wants to make the sound of question, as if to let Reeve know he's aware and ready to hear whatever the other man needs, even as he continues to kiss and lick the man's chest.

The movement of the hips further encourage that Reeve has little to say, that he's just letting out the ex-Turks name in a sign of content, and Vincent figures he is safe enough to press a second finger in to begin to slowly preparing Reeve for something else.

[plate_builder]

Another little shakey gasp comes from the man's second finger pushing in, and Reeve tries to lift his hips into it. He's helping, he swears.

"You don't need to be so delicate with me."

[emovampboy]

"Do you like it rough?" The question comes without thought, his fingers stilling for the moment as he looks down at Reeve, a strange and curious look in his eyes.

[plate_builder]

"Would you judge me if I said yes?" Reeve asked, his voice soft, perhaps a touch nervous.

[emovampboy]

"No." The answer needs no thought on Vincent's end. He's well aware of how people are, despite any inexperience he may have, if only because he was a Turk for a while and certain discussions were not uncommon - sex being one of them. "It's just something to know.

"And begs the question, how rough?"

[plate_builder]

How rough? It earns a little raised eyebrow. Interesting that it would be welcomed.

"As rough as it can be. I don't even mind a little blood, though not enough that a spell can't address it."

[emovampboy]

The eyebrow raise is almost cute in its questioning. Did Reeve truly expect Vincent of all people to be bothered? Or was it that he was convinced Vincent was always the most gentle of people? Perhaps he was convinced Vincent was all vanilla when it came to romance and sex? Whatever the case was, it was certainly something which could be discussed at a later time.

For now Vincent just seems to take in Reeve's words, thought obvious in his red eyes as he processes and works through something in his head. There were a few things he could do, but he will settle on one.

Drawing his fingers out, and working at the clothing he hadn't removed from himself, Vincent offers Reeve a question to be answered.

"Would it please you if I just went in without any more prep? It should grant you pain without actually hurting you severely."

[plate_builder]

If the question were asked honestly, then yes, he would expect Vincent to be bothered. Most people were, or talked about it only in hushed voices like it was a thing to be ashamed of. How gentle Vincent was or was not had nothing to do with it.

“Yes,” he said, and it’s almost a whisper like he feared to say it loud enough to be heard.

[emovampboy]

Being a Turk meant learning a great deal about people in all their various states; sex included. The idea of pain being linked to pleasure was thus no real surprise and had never truly bothered Vincent, since he could understand the desire behind it and just what it did to the body of one who enjoyed it. That wasn't to say pain would be something he wanted in return, but he had no problems with the idea of giving his partner a bit of it if requested.

All that would ever have to be worried about was going too far, and already it had been established that Reeve would speak up if Vincent did anything which crossed a line. That and consent, which Reeve was giving right now, the words quiet but there.

It takes only a moment from the word being spoken before Vincent proceeds with what he's proposed, his natural hand reaching to gently grip at Reeve's hip as the former Turk presses himself slowly inside, eyes focused on Reeve's face as if to read if he should move faster or if this pace is enough for the other man.

[plate_builder]

Reeve gasps, a slight edge of pain predictably there in his voice at the pressing in. His hands gripped tightly to where he could get them, which in this case was Vincent's arms.

"I'm good," he promises as he closes his eyes and rides the twin sensations of pain and pleasure.