[ Warmer, closer, a strong hand on his back, sliding down to the thigh, placing him the way his partner wants— That move earns Rude a gasp, and a delighted truly delighted little chuckle. Because his first, most immediate response is to press back, hips shifting so automatically, it's clear he's going to fit against Rude however he wants it.
The ball is in his park now, and he doesn't even realize it yet. Everything's moved past anything that could be played off as a prank, or a mindless flirt. Starting with the big confession that has metaphorically shaken his world, and followed by... many things. Ever since that night when Rude joined on his impulsive "night-out" Reno got to do little... maybe not "soul-seeking", but looking inwards, trying to figure shit out.
Why is he scared shitless of something that he would most likely once kill for to get a taste of? Because it was far more real than he could handle? Because when he was coming to terms with an attraction towards his partner, he never made a real move, because— potentially losing what they had (a nearly perfect thing) wasn't worth honest admission that maybe he wants more.
Like what the fuck is even that "more"? Why he's never gonna think about it, risk getting overwhelmed by his own emotions, because that's not what he is. He is loud, cocksure, insufferable, forward, never says no, gets shit done, and surely, surely he's not actually a person underneath all of that, that might... question, doubt, or feel any of those pesky vulnerable feelings. Ew.
But if he continues that way, there isn't a place for "more" is it?
Well, fuck it. Fuck it all. Time to concentrate on the one really important thing. ]
Uh-huh. Challenge accepted. I can do that. Show you some real appreciation you deserve.
[ Keeping his partner warm. And placated— good graces sounds like an excellent place to be. And it's his time to make a move. Actions speak louder than words, or something like that. He can feel how the skin warms under his touch and he curiously explores with pads of his fingers where skin ends and scales start. And, ah Rude had always packed a punch, each muscle and each valley between is perfectly sculpted. Tons of hard work, training and missions both. Reno dips his face into the crook of Rude's neck, lips mysteriously brushing the skin, but then his fingers find something on his partner's chest. A scar, one of the many, still when he speaks he exhales near Rude's ear ]
gotta stay close, gotta keep warm～
The ball is in his park now, and he doesn't even realize it yet. Everything's moved past anything that could be played off as a prank, or a mindless flirt. Starting with the big confession that has metaphorically shaken his world, and followed by... many things. Ever since that night when Rude joined on his impulsive "night-out" Reno got to do little... maybe not "soul-seeking", but looking inwards, trying to figure shit out.
Why is he scared shitless of something that he would most likely once kill for to get a taste of? Because it was far more real than he could handle? Because when he was coming to terms with an attraction towards his partner, he never made a real move, because— potentially losing what they had (a nearly perfect thing) wasn't worth honest admission that maybe he wants more.
Like what the fuck is even that "more"? Why he's never gonna think about it, risk getting overwhelmed by his own emotions, because that's not what he is. He is loud, cocksure, insufferable, forward, never says no, gets shit done, and surely, surely he's not actually a person underneath all of that, that might... question, doubt, or feel any of those pesky vulnerable feelings. Ew.
But if he continues that way, there isn't a place for "more" is it?
Well, fuck it. Fuck it all. Time to concentrate on the one really important thing. ]
Uh-huh. Challenge accepted. I can do that. Show you some real appreciation you deserve.
[ Keeping his partner warm. And placated— good graces sounds like an excellent place to be. And it's his time to make a move. Actions speak louder than words, or something like that. He can feel how the skin warms under his touch and he curiously explores with pads of his fingers where skin ends and scales start. And, ah Rude had always packed a punch, each muscle and each valley between is perfectly sculpted. Tons of hard work, training and missions both. Reno dips his face into the crook of Rude's neck, lips mysteriously brushing the skin, but then his fingers find something on his partner's chest. A scar, one of the many, still when he speaks he exhales near Rude's ear ]
Ah— I remember that one.
[ That bullet ]