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[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.

Yeah, I know! It's fucking... weird. Most people weaponize their good manners here. It's all for show, like the marble floors. Or to make themselves sound superior, well-bred, that kind of thing. But you treat everybody equally. I never saw anything like that before, really.

[ it almost sounds like reno's being... really nice! but then: ]

I mean, now I know you're a smug little fucker that probably always looked down your nose at me, but you had me fooled when I was a kid. Hence why I'm here now, and not then: 'cause the total disrespect gets me hot.

[Sound superior and well bred? Reeve tilts his head as he considers Reno. And he makes a very conscious decision in that moment. One he hopes not to regret. He takes a deep breath, tries to flip the switch in his mind, and closes to folder so he can lean back in his seat.

And when he speaks next, there is NO denying the right brogue of his accent. A kind of accent which would mean he would never be taken seriously in the walls of Shinra Inc. He still does choose to use full 'proper' language structure, so enjoy that strange moment of that rich accent and heavier, rolling sounds while still keeping his erudite word choice and sentence structure.]

Now Reno, nearly every individual here attempts to sound what would be seen as 'better bred'. Some of us do it better than others.

However... The further I climbed in this company, the more I learned. And the more I feared the organization you work with. At first I saw you as investigators, protectors. But Reno...

[When Reeve looks at him it's with true fatigue in his eyes.]

I've spent years rebuilding from the destruction this company makes. That it tries to hide. How can I not fear the people that are their hands in that?

[At last he returns to his 'normal' voice, and he offers a sigh.]

I do not disrespect you. I fear you. I fear... that if I am honest around you, some day that will earn me suffering. I fear all of the Turks. I fear Rude, I fear that trainee, Elena even though she isn't one. The only Turk I haven't feared was Veld. Even Tseng scares me. It's part of what makes him so... arousing.

[ well, well. how long did it take to beat the diction into him, he wonders? veld had to work on him for months. reno's not about to ponder it for long, though. he doesn't want to know about his fancy-schmancy tutoring or what he had to do to make it to the top. everybody's got some stupid story about what they had to do. he's more focused on finally wrangling the truth out of him. not that he didn't already know. it's just funny to hear him come right out and say it. talking to people who just come right out and say anything is... funny.

but it still doesn't resolve the issue. all he does is shake his head, unsatisfied. ]

Veld... yeah, he had that effect. But you're not getting anywhere with me by sitting there and calling me nothing better than a Shinra pawn, farm-boy accent or no.

[Oh, basically all of his period of time in higher education. Even then it had taken a year in Shinra's secondary office in Junon to finish the polish. And all of it had been hard earned. Every. Single. Syllable. Veld had helped with that, of course. They had been... close. Once. He missed the man so desperately.

Perhaps even the sad expression he was wearing even said that.]

It's not a farm-boy accent. I was born and raised on a farm, and you likely know it. That being said... I think we both know that I do not fit the corporate mindset that the President wishes I would.

[And he fears for his life.]

If I'm being honest, when you started reaching out, trying to befriend me? I thought this was an approach you were being ordered to, and the intent was to figure out just how discontent I was.

That—ugh! That's exactly my fucking point! Fine, so you've got cause to be scared. You think they don't all already know that? You make yourself loud and clear every time you open your big, stupid, whiny—

[ ughhhhhhhhh. reno, use your words. your smart person words, not your swearwords. he grinds his teeth and starts again with a long, frustrated sigh. ]

You know how much it ticks me off when I waste my precious time trying to get to know you and all you see is "Turk"? You never gave me the benefit of the doubt for a second, douchebag. You just see what I've had to sully my hands with and that's all I am to you. Just the asshole who blew up your precious plate.

[There is a long moment of silence from Reeve as he listens to Reno.]

I blame President Shinra for the plate. You were the hand that pushed the button, but he ended those lives. I...

[A sigh as Reeve pinches the bridge of his nose, how does he explain this.]

Will you concede, for a moment, that it is reasonable that I be afraid of the company I work for?

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i don't wanna type a brogue

i would've laughed

yes and i would have died

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