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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.

Can't make me.

[ does he know what sort of effect he's having, or why? is he capable of understanding? and does it count if he's just using it as a weapon? reno wants his power back, and he wants to get it back whatever way he can. anything not to feel the way he does, like he's inferior and one-dimensional. their noses brush as he moves his mouth to the other side, sighing beside reeve's ear, pumping him languidly in his hand. ]

Maybe I'll keep you here all night. I'll have you right here on the floor, then again on the couch. Eh, guess you can take a break to do your stupid work. I'll hang out under the desk. Then—on the desk.

That's... a lot of stamina.

[Enough to be impressive to even claim. And damn, the idea of it is absolutely, wretchedly good. To have someone want to pay him that much attention. And the idea of someone under his desk while he reads reports, trying to distract him...]

Keep giving me these mental images, and I might not last long enough to impress either of us.

Yeah? You like that idea, huh?

[ that's better. much, much better. whatever puts him back on top. his voice drops to a whisper, his hand stilling for a moment, his lips inches from reeve's. ]

I'll give you a whole lot more than images. Roll over, on your stomach.

[ and letting him go, drawing away so he can comply. roll over, like reeve's the dog and not him. ]

[Not a position that he'd normally agree to, but the fact of the matter is the sooner done, the sooner Reno's finished and bored, and the sooner the Turk leaves him to his work. After all, he doesn't think he's wrong about Reno. The man could give him an orgasm, but leave him satisfied? No. He clearly didn't understand the hows of it.

Reeve rolls over, though not before rolling his eyes.]

As you wish.

Very good. At least you listen.

[ honestly, it's not one he'd pick out ordinarily, either, but it makes him feel better to know he has the control. sort of, maybe. he's still struggling, but he can be bossy and he can do everything he knows how to do and if that's not enough— if he's not good enough, then... then fuck reeve, frankly. then he'll know it was all a big waste of time. but at least he'll have his memories of bullying someone he's wanted to bully for years. since he was just a kid, really.

whatever. he doesn't just dive right into it, anyway. he makes his way down gradually, because he's taking his sweet god damn time just to be a jerk, trailing his nails down reeve's back, mouthing at him, kissing his way down his spine. all the way to his ass, where he bites into the swell of flesh, spreads him apart with his fingers and—pauses, his breath hot against his skin. ]

You keep lube in here anywhere? Not that we'll need it. Just wondering.

No. I don't. But clearly you want this to hurt.

[Hurt his pride and his body. And there's a touch of disapproval in Reeve's tone a that. Because it only just further proves his point about Reno.]

So much for saying I wouldn't hurt you, bullshitter.

[ and the reasoning he gave was quite annoying, unsatisfactory, and full of shit. only because he wouldn't want to get in trouble with tseng for roughing up a suit? please. as if he can't step outside the shell of his job and think for himself. that was a god damn lie and he knows it—he thinks he'd murder him in cold blood if he could get away with it. that he's that much of a detached psycho. it makes him mad, being thought so little of. mad enough that he's got half a mind to prove him right, but not enough to succumb to the impulse.

no, it's not going to hurt. he dips his head down and lathes his tongue over reeve's entrance, wet and messy and just about as lewd as it gets, slipping his hand under to stroke him as he does. ]

If you didn't want this to hurt, you'd have supplied yourself with a means to make it easier. Given I have, quite clearly told you this is something I don't do in the building. And you've been pretty intent on biting me and leaving marks. And...

[Yeah, he loses all train of thought when Reno licks. Damn. He never would have thought it]

I...

[Reeve bites down on his forearm through his suit to keep from making a truly obscene noise.]

Am going to lay you down on that couch later and show you how to do this without leaving someone sore.

[ reno laughs at him, the sound stifled and more of a huff. gotcha there, didn't he, reeve. joke's on you, there's nothing he won't do. ]

That right? You gonna fuck me real gentle-like?

[ psh. what good is it if you're not at least a little sore? just a little, y'know? otherwise it wasn't any good. or you weren't trying hard enough. reno laps over him again, pressing with his tongue. it ain't lube, but it's slick enough to get the job done. it'd be good enough for him, but he's not a snooty, picky whiner. (and also doesn't have the self-respect to say so when it isn't good enough for him.) ]

I'm going to make you beg.

[Like Reeve half wants to now. Damn him.]

That's gonna take work. You sure you got time?

[ sneering, while resting his cheek against Reeve's flank and working the mess he's made of him in with his fingers. it's honestly a toss-up to him whether this is considered prep or teasing, anymore. he's just messing with him, picking apart and playing with his food. not even just to be mean anymore, either. not that he'd admit it. ]

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