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[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. ]

Please, don't slow it down.

[He really needs more, and the way he's slowing this down is dragging it out when all Reeve wants in that moment is to get off.]

[ please? wow. what manners. reno laughs at him under his breath, but he gives him what he wants, quick and rough. he's not far off the mark himself, but he's not sure it's going to be enough for him. so little ever is. ]

Don't you bite down. I wanna hear how good it is.

[Reeve isn't even certain Reno's earned it. But he nods in understanding. If he gives Reno what he wants, then they both win, don't they?]

Then stop talking if you want to hear.

[And he lets himself pant heavily at the pleasure of the whole thing.]

[ panting, that's not enough. reno lays into him hard, dictating just how much he gets to touch himself with that hand on reeve's. he's getting just a little bit noisy himself, but it's mostly quiet, breathy. he's having a better time when he isn't making a racket, honestly. ]

[Perhaps he is, perhaps he isn't. Reeve doesn't know and isn't too picky in a moment like this. No, he's just lets himself pant and moan as he gets closer. And if his hand struggles against Reno's to try and get faster, try and get get more pleasure from the touch.

When his orgasm finally overtakes him he moans loudly and thrusts back against Reno. And his whole body feels full of a pleasant buzz, even as he wants to collapse onto the floor and just rest.]

[ as it turns out, it's enough for Reno. he'd kind of worried for a second that it wasn't gonna do it for him. it's the vocal response that really seals it, and he can't help a soft, appreciative sound that's mostly drowned out by Reeve's moan when he finishes. it doesn't take long for him to finish, rolling his hips just a few more times. he lets go of Reeve's hand and braces himself against his back while he catches his breath. ]

Hn... that's just round one. Better make yourself some coffee.

Round one?

[Reeve pants and just rests for a moment. Yeah. Coffee and he needs to get back to work. But before that he taps into the water materia in his ankle bracer ~~yes, he protected himself with materia always on his person~~ to let a very carefully controlled handful of water fill a nearby cup. Now he just needs a towel to clean up.]

When you move, the standing cabinet in the corner has a towel. Fetch it.

I wasn't kidding about doing this more than once. I want at least three. Maybe four.

[ we're going to learn a thing or two about stamina tonight, Reeve. but, eventually, when he's quite content to, Reno gets up and casually crosses Reeve's office naked to fetch the towel he indicates. he doesn't seem inclined to cop an attitude about getting it or giving it to him, so he must not be on the verge of an angry breakdown anymore. maybe. he just eyes that glass and then steals it to drink it himself. nyah nyah. ]

[What? Reeve rolls onto his side and watches Reno.]

That committed to making me loosen up? I'm flattered. Bring me that glass when you're done. And explain your comment. For years?

[ he brings the glass, but only after it's empty. just to be a pain. and then lounges back on the couch as casual as you please. not the least bit embarrassed about the mess he's made of things (and is going to continue to make). ]

We've both been around awhile, y'know. I can barely remember what it was like before you got here. Seems like a long time to wait, that's all.

[ that is not an answer to the question, technically. ]

[Another use of the materia, and please do applaud the level of skill he's got thanks, and he's got water to dip the towel into to clean himself a bit.]

Yes, but that isn't answering my question, Reno. Because the truth of the matter is that I was more sexually active when I was a younger man. I would have been easier to bed when I was newer to the company.

I wasn't interested in you when you were younger. I mean, not really.

[ reno shakes his head at reeve's hopeless efforts at cleaning himself up. he's just going to get dirty again soon enough. ]

You freaked me the fuck out, honestly.

[listen, he's got to work. Once he's clean enough Reeve pulls his pants back on and stands. If he walks with a slight limp as he gets to the desk.]

Freaked you out? I cannot understand how.

[ pfft... yeah reno laughs at him as he goes. and stays on the couch, for now, but he'll be under that desk like he promised in a minute. ]

You were so fucking polite. To me. I thought something was wrong with you.

[Reeve flips open a file and lets his eyes flash over it, checking for errors.]

Why is there something wrong with being polite? I attempt to treat everyone in that way.

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