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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. ]

[Being mean to your lay isn't nice, reno. Definitionally.]

I could manage it. After my work.

[And again he is biting his arm to stay silent.]

Guess if I'm gonna blow you it might as well be before, so yeah, fine. —Hey, quit hushing up, I wanna hear it.

[ that just makes him press in deeper, more insistently, curling one and then two fingers inside of him. his other hand squeezes gently around the base of his cock. man, at this rate, they'll be here until the cleaning crew comes by. at like four in the morning. ]

Who said you'd going to blow me?

[Yeah, he definitely draws a louder moan from Reeve there, with the older man pushing back onto those fingers. Though it's really not a concern. The cleaning crew don't bother with Reeve's office, given he sleeps in it often. He knows where the vacuums and window cleaners and the like are.]

I did. I'm not just gonna wait around bored while you work.

[ that's better. not enough for the cameras outside to pick up and hear, but enough to put a smile on Reno's unhappy face, finally. maybe surprisingly, he takes the time to work him over and get him prepped before he finally draws his hands back, leans in to lick over him once more just for good measure, then almost nuzzles against him as he works on getting out of his pants. ]

You good, gorgeous?

[ does he really talk like that, or is he just being a little shit? Who Knows. ]

The work will take longer with a distraction.

[Careful with the compliments, Reno. This one drives a little pleased noise from Reeve. Not his fault, just something common for him these days. Life is like that sometimes.]

Yeah. Just... just go it already.

Alright, alright...

[ like he doesn't want to just go for it already himself. no more screwing around. he takes hold of reeve's hip and lines himself up, pushing in with a sigh. spit and precum is only going to get you so far, so it's still a bit rough, but he's not exactly forceful as he sinks into him. just not taking the time to be slow and methodical about it. he doesn't stop until he's in to the hilt. ]

[Wow, no patience. Then again neither of them really were going for that, were they. Reeve still sighs and tries not to wince at the twinge of pain.]

Give me a moment, okay? Just... sore.

Relax... you're so damn pent up.

[ says the guy who's also really pent up! maybe not in the same way, but he wears his tension differently. i.e. in all the emotional temper tantrums he's thrown since he came in here. but he complies, holding still, pressing himself close and running his hands down reeve's back in the meantime. ]

And you're not? You've been tense since you got here. When's the last time you were with someone? Or are you just thirty from seeing all the beautiful men that work in your department?

Ha! You're the one who's thirsty, pal. I hope when I clock in tomorrow, Tseng can smell you on me.

[ it wouldn't be the first time tseng just seemed to fucking know when he's been up to some shit. it doesn't matter what he does, whether he cleans up real good or tries to play it casual, somehow he can just... tell. when he's been up to no good. ]

Anyway, if I'm pent up, it's only because I've been after you for years.

[Wait. What? Reeve looks back over his shoulder at Reno, eyes narrowed.]

A notch you desperately needed on your belt is it? Intriguing. I cannot imagine why, other than your insistence that I'm too 'up tight'.

[ just shaking his head when reeve looks back at him as if with some kind of hopeless pity. like he thinks reeve is stupid. ugh, then brushing his hair out of his face. ]

Sure, whatever... I just wanted to loosen you up. For fun. Who wouldn't?

[Wait a moment again. Well now he has so many questions.]

I'll have answers out of you sooner or later, Reno. Now if you'd please just move.

Stop, go... make up your mind!

[ fuck it—going. his hips roll back and snap forward, hard but not brutal. he's not an unpracticed idiot, he knows how to be rough without it just being all pain and no fun. and the first thrust is meant to be rougher than the rest, just to get a rise out of him. he said he expected a lot of noise. ]

Stop talking and show me some of that performance you pride yourself on, and maybe I won't have to talk.

[But he's silenced by the sharp snap of those hips. Wow. That hurt, but just enough.]

Eh, if I didn't like hearing you bitch and complain so much, I wouldn't've come.

[ sarcasm. but also, he sure talks a lot of shit about reeve's "whining" for someone who was "after him for years," doesn't he? whatever. less thinking, more fucking. if reeve wants to act tough, reno's happy to give him as much as he can handle. he fucks him hard, but with the sort of control who isn't, in fact, just setting out to hurt him. since that's apparently all reeve thinks he's capable of. ]

[Yes, they are going to talk about that 'for years' thing later. AS it is Reeve just groans and shudders under Reno, finally bracing himself up off the floor with only one arm so he can get his hand on himself to stroke.]

[ is it intimate if reno curls his fingers around reeve's, not to stop him but to help control his pace? because he's not thinking of it if it is. it's just another way to be bossy, how fast he goes, how tight he grips. he wants it to match the movement of his hips. ]

[It's definitely intimate, geez, Reno, learn some things.]

With practice, you might be a good dom.

[Maybe. But it's the best compliment Reeve will give him right now.]

Wow... that was almost nice!

[ if he didn't have fits of rage and just throw reeve around a lot he probably would've done better. he can't help himself this time. he does better with people he doesn't have feelings about. like—not that kind of feelings! gross!! whatever, just squeezing his hand and slowing his pace down a little. ]

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