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[Reeve considers it, and nods, his hands sliding from Reno.]

Lock the door.

[He's accepting this. What even is his life right now. He reaches for the phone, trusting Reno to go and lock the door. Meanwhile he'll call the desk and let her know that he's going to be late this evening, and will take the reports up himself. She's free to go home. Thank you, good night. And, if Reno does get up to go lock the door, Reeve will rise from his seat, because he is not ruining his good chair with sex. Instead he'd head for the couch, tilting his head to indicate Reno should join him.]

[ heh. easy. typical. Reno does in fact to get up and lock the door, clicking it purposefully and pausing while Reeve is on the phone to watch through the pane of frosted glass as the silhouette of Reeve's secretary gets to her feet, gathers her things, puts her coat on. bet she knows exactly what's going on. what other assumption is there to make? if it had been someone else, maybe it'd just be business, but since it's him, and he's got such a reputation... now that reputation will rub off on Reeve, too.

good. jerk. he deserves that. Reno turns to study him on the couch, his expression a mask of unimpressed, just a defense mechanism. he saunters his way over just for the effect and sits right back down across Reeve's lap, pushing him into the back of the couch. ]

Does she have to put up with this type of shit a lot? Bet she was hoping you were calling to invite her up.

[As if Reeve didn't once have his own reputation, back when Reno was younger and the executive hadn't achieved the title yet. How they hadn't run into one another before was a question.]

I've had issues with her believing that I would do just that. But no, she doesn't. I don't misuse my office.

[He frowns, reaching out to curl his fingers around the back of Reno's neck. And then he pulls the man in to press their lips together. Don't assume you're getting through this without some play at intimacy.]

[ ordinarily, Reno would refuse this, considering the mood he's in, the things he'd rather do to Reeve instead, and how he feels about that sort of crap to begin with, but if he's being given an opening, he'll take it. that doesn't stop him from growling when Reeve pulls him in, but he doesn't go savage, biting and making a mess of him. he does press back hard, pushing their bodies flush together and kissing back hard enough to leave them both with swollen lips, but the way he brings both hands up to frame either side of Reeve's face is... oddly tender. like he doesn't intend to let him pull away, but without the pressure to prevent him from it if he really wanted to. ]

[It is definitely oddly tender. Which is... jarring for Reeve. But he takes the kiss for what it is, giving his own pressure back as he presses his tongue against Reno's lips, hoping to get that mouth opened for him to explore. He imagines Reno tastes of alcohol and spice and fire, and he wants a piece of that.]

[ maybe later in the evening he'd taste like that, Reeve. right now all he tastes like is the smoke break he had three hours ago and whatever chapstick it is he uses (it's pina colada flavored). he refuses at first, meeting Reeve's tongue with teeth only until he's damn good and ready to let him in. but when he does, he really does, grasping at the back of his head and tilting his head to deepen the kiss, lips parting with a sigh.

but just in case he's got some idea that he came here for dumb stuff like kissing, he grinds their hips together, rough and insistent. that's the endgame, he doesn't want to get side tracked by the rest anymore. ]

[Pina colada, definitely not a fan, but he does it anyway, even with the nicotine taste. The man needs a breath mint. Oh well. With the access given, the tacit permission, Reeve's attention is moving on. Sure, he's working on ravishing the man's mouth as much as he can, but his real goal the whole time had been to get Reno distracted. Sure, there's something distracting very briefly in the movement of those hips, but that doesn't stop Reeve from moving. Moving to twist and dump Reno below him on the couch.

Not that he could stop Reno if the man really wanted to stop him. But the idea of spreading Reno below him, even if only for a second, is an arousing one.]

[ maybe surprisingly, the ploy works. Reno's very light and easy to throw if he's not ready, even for someone like Reeve who doesn't have that much strength on him. of course, he all but snarls as he's deposited unceremoniously on his back, sprawled out across the cushions, but if looks could kill, Reeve would drop in an instant. boy oh boy does he have his guard up this evening. ]

Yeah? Enjoy the view, bitchface? 'Cause the only other time you'll ever see it is in your dreams.

[Don't worry. Reeve isn't always dominant. Instead he chuckles as he looks at Reno, shaking his head.]

What, you don't have an interest in an executive riding your cock, doing all the work to pleasure you? Some men don't have enough of a spread of fantasies.

[Still, he takes advantage of the positioning in a possibly unexpected way. He doesn't move to take advantage of Reno. Instead he takes it to shed his coat and the shirt Reno had unbuttoned. They get, rather unceremoniously, tossed aside. And Reeve runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and out of his face as he looks at the other man.]

Or is your power fantasy just one of breaking men you desire?

[ huh, well, color him surprised. of course his face mostly just says bullshit, i don't trust you, but it's thinly veiled at best. you can't expect much out of Reno, sometimes: his pool of experience sucks. his fight-or-flight kicks in. the fight part is obvious, but flight usually just means checking out and letting whoever do whatever because does it even matter? not really. but that? huh. once the adrenaline wears off, a moment later, that's actually not the worst idea. and Reeve looks pretty good. look at him, careless. loosened up. it's almost enough to make him forget he's angry with him.

almost. he props himself up on his elbow a little, not so sure he wants to stay down. ]

Thought you said you liked getting broken.

I do. With some people. Pain and pleasure mixing like that, giving all the power to another? It's an intimacy, Reno. Deep and intense in ways you can't imagine. To trust that deeply, to have faith that in the end the other will bring you back down slowly, give the proper care afterwards...

[He chuckles. No, that sort of thing is well beyond Reno. So in truth, he'd prefer not to get fully wrecked by this man the way he likes to experience with other lovers.]

That sort of thing takes a while to develop, even for me. The men and women I take home? I rarely get to a point where I can surrender like that to them.

[And it went without saying that neither of them were suited to that give and take together.]

Hmph...

[ that's it? that's all he has to say? sounds more like Rude than himself with an answer like that. he's just—thinking, which is something he hates doing when he's got better things to focus on. it's irritating to him how far over his head this stuff goes. slow? care? never heard of it. but something that takes time, maybe that makes sense, except the amount of time it'd take him to consider a vulnerability like that is beyond forever, or so it seems. whatever the case, he doesn't want to let on that he struggles with the concept, even if his reaction says all it needs to. incapable? maybe he is, maybe he's broken. but he doesn't like to be thought of that way.

he scoffs, and then he stretches his legs out to catch them around Reeve's waist and yank him in. he's got a pretty surprising amount of hip strength for a pull like that. ]

Whatever. Stop talking.

As you wish.

[And from there he intends to be silent. Lets himself be pulled closer, leaning forward to move to start undoing what few buttons ever seem buttoned of Reno's shirt.]

[ ugh—smug little shit! he can just feel it on him, or that's how he chooses to interpret it, like, literally Reeve doing anything. that he's being smug, and superior, and thinks he's better. more nuanced, more feelingful, all that. it makes him feel stupid, and he can't tolerate inferiority. he girts his teeth and reaches down to just tear free what's left of his uniform, ruining yet another perfectly decent button-down when the buttons fly off. honestly, they ought to just weld the fucking things onto his suits when they tailor them for him, with how frequently he just pops them off. ]

I'm not like those people. Those random assholes you just have stupid flings with.

[Hardly smug. But Reeve chuckles and bites his lip. It's SO tempting to point out Reno should get a shirt with a zipper or snap buttons. But really, he's been told to stop talking. To start again would only get him grief. And he's not even going to defend himself or his choices. Again. That silence. But that doesn't change the fact that he looks amused now. Or, perhaps, smug.

And his hands happily move over Reno's fully bared stomach, an eyebrow raised. What now?]

Don't look at me like that— fucker!

[ what now? Reeve getting just spun to the floor, that's what. Reno grips him with his knees and grabs him by the throat and uses all four limbs to just hurl him off the couch and onto the floor with, for such a skinny thing, quite impressive force. it's a defensive escape move, actually, and not meant to be used, like, during sex? but whatever. Reno dives right down there after him, pinning him to the floor. ]

I said I'm not, you hear me? I'm not one of your stupid, empty-headed toys!

[Oh, he knows that. But still Reeve says nothing. Sure, he winces when they fall to the floor and squirms a little to get comfortable because a pen had fallen out of his pocket and was driving into his leg. Rough sex was nice enough, but a pen in his leg was a bit much.

All he can do is look up at Reno, silent and clearly unimpressed by that outburst.]

[ Reno holds him down, one bent arm across his chest. fortunately much too low to choke him, even though it's tempting just to lean across Reeve's throat and choke him. that kind of wouldn't serve the purpose he's after here, which after saying shut up and stop talking is a bit redundant, but listen—he's worked up. like, emotionally worked up. he's shaking, teeth gritted as he puts their faces close together again. ]

For somebody who thinks so little of themselves, you sure have a lot of room to look down on me.

[Still no response. Just instead a very pointed look at Reno's lips. He would like those again, thank you very much. If they're doing this, he'd like to, you know, be doing this so he can finish and get to his work.]

[ nope. he just curls his lip in a silent snarl and reaches with his free hand to reach between them and work at the fastening on Reeve's pants, pulling the button free without, shockingly, destroying it or the zipper. listen, he doesn't have to be destructive. not even when he's this upset, he bites at the junction of Reeve's neck and shoulder and palms him through his underwear with a short, frustrated sigh. ]

[Oh damn. That earns Reeve's hips lifting and rolling because it feels good, as he groans because while he doesn't want to make a noise, it does feel good.]

[ good, maybe louder next time. reno takes his arm from where he's pinned reeve down by the chest and uses both hands to tug his pants down around his thighs, then his underwear along with it. just because he's ticked off doesn't mean he's about to do a bad job, aside from tossing reeve all over his office and probably giving him more than a few bruises to deal with. he curls his fingers around and strokes, his grip just loose enough to let him move, and busies his mouth with sucking a few more dark marks into his skin that'll be a real huge pain to hide. ]

Asshole.

[The word hisses out in spite of himself, but he hisses them out anyway and moves right on. Makes sense that he says it too, given the marks Reno is leaving on him at that moment. Mostly, though, he's letting his eyes drop closed and thrusting up into the frustratingly insufficient attention of Reno's hand.]

Yep, sure am.

[ honestly, he's just happy to get reeve to say anything at all. he smirks, brushing his lips against his jaw, then his ear, his cheek, just under one eye. anywhere but his mouth, where he knows his lips are actually wanted. almost as if to reward him, his grip tightens, but he's still going nice and slow. far too slow to just get it overwith and get back to work.. ]

[Don't be pleased when he breaks the very order that you gave him, Reno. You wanted quiet, he was giving you that. The little brushes of lips, though, that almost gets him more than the tighter grip. Intimacy, that was Reeve's poison, and this play at it was arousing in its own right. So very, very arousing in its own right.]

Stop dragging it out.

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