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]

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.

[emovampboy]

Vincent is aware of the sound of some pain in Reeve's voice, though the architect's words assure Vincent it's a pain that is acceptable. The hands gripping his arms is also encouraging, and even though red eyes continue to focus on Reeve, Vincent is more than happy to draw out just a fraction before thrusting back in quickly enough to hopefully cause more of that pleasurable pain.

[plate_builder]

Reeve gasps, and yes, his hands tightened on Vincent's arms. This? This was more than he'd expected in the moment. And it was wonderful.

"Vincent, yes," he gasped out, enjoying this. And he moved his hips, trying to meet the contact more.

[emovampboy]

There's no issue with Reeve trying to move with him, Vincent more than content to let the architect set some of the pace between them, though at the very least the ex-Turk does seem to also be content keeping more control than Reeve himself, moving just a little faster and harder in an attempt to force him to keep pace.

[plate_builder]

In truth Reeve was very thankful for the increased pace. It was less that he needed the increased pace, and more that he was just desperate to feel the man, to please him, to feel like he was fulfilling Vincent's needs. And hell they were wonderful needs weren't they? He moans and tries to move with him. That's the best he can do.

[emovampboy]

Vincent tightens his grip on Reeve's hip just a bit, shuddering faintly as Reeve tries to meet his pace. It isn't the easiest thing for Vincent to relax into something so physical, not since the experiments, but he seems to be doing just that as he continues to feel the wonderful friction that each of their movements brings.

He even leans over, finally breaking his eyes away from Reeve, to bite the man's neck sharply as he purposely thrusts in a little more roughly, once or twice, before falling back to the pace he had set before.

[plate_builder]

The bite earns a shout of pleasure from Reeve as he tries to move against the other man. It was so damn good, and he was left moaning, shivering, and trying to fight for his body not to give in too fast. He has to last, he has to be there long enough for Vincent.

And after 3 years, and my vaccines, I get COVID --- Better now though

[emovampboy]

Even if Reeve didn't last, Vincent would not give him any trouble for it. His own stamina when it comes to almost anything of a physical nature seems far greater than it used to be, even in this and so perhaps it's no surprise that the long-haired man seems to be finding himself some enjoyment in continuing to touch Reeve skin to skin. The bite is replaced with a soothing tongue before Vincent tries to encourage Reeve into lifting himself to a slightly more sitting position, wishing to kiss and lick the mans chest and nipples without breaking the connection of their bodies in any way.

I get it, i'm still recovering from literally the same fucking thing

[plate_builder]

"Vincent," he says, his voice a low purr from his pleasure, "so good."

He groans, his arms moving to wrap around Vincent's shoulders. It helps to keep himself supported while Vincent's mouth explores him.