[ Oh. Of course, who else it could have been. Old habits die hard, but if someone is in his bed, in their shared apartment, it makes sense that it must be Rude. Reno chuckles, hearing the grumpiness in his partner's voice, something about the whole situation— about this new habit of stealing warm possessions and blankets— of stealing them mostly from Rude, and now being called out on it... something about it is just incredibly funny. ]
I don't steal, I borrow. [ He makes this useless distinction and buries himself even deeper under the blankets as the bed creaks underneath them. Rude surely warmed it up already, and with his own body temperature running higher than it's bound to get even warmer.
Problem is, that Reno's bed isn't a large one. So as he shifts and turns he's bound to find something. Rude's ribcage, shin, arm— who knows ]
You never bring them back. That's stealing, you little brat.
[Rude growled softly as he watched Reno shuffle around on the bed next to him, trying to burrow under the blankets and get comfortable and--in Rude's opinion--making a general mess of it.
Ow. And there went an elbow in a place it didn't belong.
Rude snapped open a wing suddenly, gasping at the sudden exposure to the cooler temperature outside the blanket nest, and reached out with one hand to grab at Reno. He tugged the red feathered bird close and hugged him tight against his broad chest, wing closing back over the two of them.]
Quit squirming so much before I decide to eat you. [He whispered to Reno from very, very close proximity.]
[ That's true, there is no denying that he is a brat, and he often lets that run wild with Rude around. Rude is both capable of dealing with it like no one else (the holy saint of patience, or something, if there was ever one—), or put breaks on him, put him in a place like—
—well, right now.
The continued banter over semantics what is stealing and what is not, that made Reno cackle softly, but what followed. Sudden closeness intensifying the brief second of cold air on the skin as Rude's wing raised up disturbing the next of loaned blankets— which of it gave him the goosebumps? Which of it made him shiver?
(ah, he knows the answer, really— )
The pause in laugh turned into a belated snort, with his face right in Rude's chest. Reno fell against him easily, because now he was warmed up in a way that no mere blanket could give. ]
But aren't I too bony? [ He teases with his usual bravado, long leg sneakily trying way to hook itself around Rude's (with less bravado, more experimental curiosity... there is part of his brain being keenly away that Rude is now a predator sitting much higher than him in the food chain) ] Would that really be enough of a meal?
[Rude felt Reno moving against him as they talked. The words had turned into their usual banter and despite Rude's grumpy responses he was feeling less and less bothered by the minute. This was familiar, it was good.]
I'd make do. Bird tastes pretty good when it's fixed just right.
[He shifted slowly, moving his leg up and over, inviting Reno's leg to slip between his own two. His hand itched to move to Reno's thigh and push it up but that would have defeated the purpose of a casual invitation.]
[ Reno takes the invite— there are stray small feathers around his ankle, but he has forgotten about them. Though even if he didn't, it's doubtful he'd be careful enough to not accidentally tickle. It's more of the usual banter, but it's— it's also this new usual banter, more tactile, more— more of this new, expanding thing. ]
Seems that my fate is sealed. I'm trapped and entirely on your mercy— [ he reaches to press his hand lazily over Rude's chest, unhurriedly slide it up to his shoulder. ]
[Rude hadn't thought of that--those feathers on his skin, tantalizingly soft and tickling as Reno moved against him. There was no objection. He was happy with Reno's acceptance, the movement between his legs, the warmth... The feathers only added to the pleasant sensation. He couldn't help it if he was attracted to those damn pinions and their press against his skin.
And for a moment his attention was split between two points. The tickle between his legs and the slow caress against his chest.
He wasn't sleepy anymore, or cold. The warm harpy pressed against him made sure of that.]
Then you better find some way to placate me. Ease yourself into my good graces.
[From an outside perspective, the banter was probably getting corny as shit. But it didn't really matter during the moment. It was an accompaniment to what else was going on. Rude thought little of it. His concentration had gone elsewhere.
His wings pressed tighter against Reno, entrapping the smaller man against his larger partner. They were moving though, couldn't sit still, caressing Reno's back. His hand finally took that dive lower, down Reno's buttocks and beyond to the thigh, pushing the leg higher. He left it there, didn't press for more, kept their impromptu embrace safe until he was given the cue that it wasn't necessary. But it was obvious he was willing. He was already firm, pressed against Reno's thigh.
There were no moons to battle against tonight. It was just them, and whatever decision they made.]
[ 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 ]
[No objection. Reno slid into place readily. Rude felt the shift against him so distinctly--he moved automatically in response, no thought between the two of them, just like any other time. They were seamless.
But this was new between them, at least in some ways, and there was plenty to explore. Lots of areas and tastes and preferences to be explored and shared and found together. That was a tantalizing thought.
Not that he had room for much thinking. Reno's exploration was warm and comforting, and enticing, and Rude pressed into it needily. He squeezed Reno's thigh gently to encourage.
The words in his ears were a distraction, but the feeling wasn't unpleasant. His mind took a moment to register where Reno's hand had stopped. That. Yeah, he remembered that one, too.]
[ Shinra might offer top-notch medical service for their enforcers, but bodies are just that— bodies, pieces of meat. Wounds leave scars, the smaller the better patched up they are, sometimes barely visible. Still, it's a history
"Wasn't that one for me"? Is almost on the tip of Reno's tongue, but he stops himself from going there. It's time to be a warm blanket, no? Do the appeasing. So his fingers resume their slow mapping. ]
I remember every time you gave me a heart attack. [ Reno murmurs at the end of a huff. Not a chastising, just a joke, and acknowledgment of all the crazy shit they've been through together. ] But we're square on that, I bet.
[ Time to grow bolder. Those lips on Rude's neck before? Turns out not to be an accident. Deliberately, he slides his mouth down his partner's neck, shifting a bit to reach his collarbone, briefly tasting the skin and scales. That's when he bites and follows it with a kiss, not hard, just enough to be noticeable, hopefully pleasant. And should it leave a mark, it's gonna be hidden by the usual shirt's collar. See? Considerate! (Or just a little shit) ]
Damn straight. [Rude didn't soften the words. He knew Reno would just shrug or laugh them off. It was true though, Reno had given Rude quite a few scares over the years. And despite his stoic exterior Rude had one weakness and that was losing Reno permanently. He couldn't bare the thought.] You--
[He hadn't expected the sudden bite at his collarbone despite the teasing trail Reno's lips made as he was talking. The gasp of surprise was almost inaudible but the soft groan afterwards wasn't nearly so. Whatever else Rude had been going to say was lost to the pleasure he felt from that tantalizing action. Rude shifted, pressing bodies together, and back out; he tucked his head down and spoke softly in Reno's ear. Demanding:]
[ Hell, yes— the excitement Reno feels the moment he hears that gasp. It was a gamble, a surprise— because he likes being a little unpredictable, even with the one person who can predict his antics the most.
Then comes in the demand, warm breath on his ear sends a delectable shiver down his spine, and the way his partner moves against him, shifting his hips, makes him moan softly. It's not fair (but he never plays fair himself)- and it's what makes it so exciting. He's trapped completely and at Rude's mercy, and that's enough to make his heart beat faster. The entirety of his world, locked under the blankets consisting only of an infuriatingly hot dragon—
Beneath them, the stuffing of the mattress crackles, as he wantonly presses against his partner's larger frame. Literally, no one lives on this floor, and two floors beneath them. That's a lot of privacy to get comfortably settled in.
But there is a demand to give in to. The softness of Reno's lips traces the bite mark, before he follows it again, this time with the tip of his tongue. He traces up, as far as he can reach, to the mighty shoulder— leaving a trail of warmth, that cools down all too soon. The texture of scales tells him where to not attempt another bite— and there it is again, the taste of skin. Drives him a little bit crazy, really. Once again he lets his teeth sink in, savouring the half-second of resistance before the skin nearly yields under the pressure and sharpness.
—or maybe it did. He swears he can feel a bead of blood on his lips, but maybe it's just imagination? ]
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I don't steal, I borrow. [ He makes this useless distinction and buries himself even deeper under the blankets as the bed creaks underneath them. Rude surely warmed it up already, and with his own body temperature running higher than it's bound to get even warmer.
Problem is, that Reno's bed isn't a large one. So as he shifts and turns he's bound to find something. Rude's ribcage, shin, arm— who knows ]
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[Rude growled softly as he watched Reno shuffle around on the bed next to him, trying to burrow under the blankets and get comfortable and--in Rude's opinion--making a general mess of it.
Ow. And there went an elbow in a place it didn't belong.
Rude snapped open a wing suddenly, gasping at the sudden exposure to the cooler temperature outside the blanket nest, and reached out with one hand to grab at Reno. He tugged the red feathered bird close and hugged him tight against his broad chest, wing closing back over the two of them.]
Quit squirming so much before I decide to eat you. [He whispered to Reno from very, very close proximity.]
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—well, right now.
The continued banter over semantics what is stealing and what is not, that made Reno cackle softly, but what followed. Sudden closeness intensifying the brief second of cold air on the skin as Rude's wing raised up disturbing the next of loaned blankets— which of it gave him the goosebumps? Which of it made him shiver?
(ah, he knows the answer, really— )
The pause in laugh turned into a belated snort, with his face right in Rude's chest. Reno fell against him easily, because now he was warmed up in a way that no mere blanket could give. ]
But aren't I too bony? [ He teases with his usual bravado, long leg sneakily trying way to hook itself around Rude's (with less bravado, more experimental curiosity... there is part of his brain being keenly away that Rude is now a predator sitting much higher than him in the food chain) ] Would that really be enough of a meal?
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I'd make do. Bird tastes pretty good when it's fixed just right.
[He shifted slowly, moving his leg up and over, inviting Reno's leg to slip between his own two. His hand itched to move to Reno's thigh and push it up but that would have defeated the purpose of a casual invitation.]
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Seems that my fate is sealed. I'm trapped and entirely on your mercy— [ he reaches to press his hand lazily over Rude's chest, unhurriedly slide it up to his shoulder. ]
uhhh sure. why not. NSFW anymore
And for a moment his attention was split between two points. The tickle between his legs and the slow caress against his chest.
He wasn't sleepy anymore, or cold. The warm harpy pressed against him made sure of that.]
Then you better find some way to placate me. Ease yourself into my good graces.
[From an outside perspective, the banter was probably getting corny as shit. But it didn't really matter during the moment. It was an accompaniment to what else was going on. Rude thought little of it. His concentration had gone elsewhere.
His wings pressed tighter against Reno, entrapping the smaller man against his larger partner. They were moving though, couldn't sit still, caressing Reno's back. His hand finally took that dive lower, down Reno's buttocks and beyond to the thigh, pushing the leg higher. He left it there, didn't press for more, kept their impromptu embrace safe until he was given the cue that it wasn't necessary. But it was obvious he was willing. He was already firm, pressed against Reno's thigh.
There were no moons to battle against tonight. It was just them, and whatever decision they made.]
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 ]
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But this was new between them, at least in some ways, and there was plenty to explore. Lots of areas and tastes and preferences to be explored and shared and found together. That was a tantalizing thought.
Not that he had room for much thinking. Reno's exploration was warm and comforting, and enticing, and Rude pressed into it needily. He squeezed Reno's thigh gently to encourage.
The words in his ears were a distraction, but the feeling wasn't unpleasant. His mind took a moment to register where Reno's hand had stopped. That. Yeah, he remembered that one, too.]
You should.
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"Wasn't that one for me"? Is almost on the tip of Reno's tongue, but he stops himself from going there. It's time to be a warm blanket, no? Do the appeasing. So his fingers resume their slow mapping. ]
I remember every time you gave me a heart attack. [ Reno murmurs at the end of a huff. Not a chastising, just a joke, and acknowledgment of all the crazy shit they've been through together. ] But we're square on that, I bet.
[ Time to grow bolder. Those lips on Rude's neck before? Turns out not to be an accident. Deliberately, he slides his mouth down his partner's neck, shifting a bit to reach his collarbone, briefly tasting the skin and scales. That's when he bites and follows it with a kiss, not hard, just enough to be noticeable, hopefully pleasant. And should it leave a mark, it's gonna be hidden by the usual shirt's collar. See? Considerate! (Or just a little shit) ]
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[He hadn't expected the sudden bite at his collarbone despite the teasing trail Reno's lips made as he was talking. The gasp of surprise was almost inaudible but the soft groan afterwards wasn't nearly so. Whatever else Rude had been going to say was lost to the pleasure he felt from that tantalizing action. Rude shifted, pressing bodies together, and back out; he tucked his head down and spoke softly in Reno's ear. Demanding:]
More.
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Then comes in the demand, warm breath on his ear sends a delectable shiver down his spine, and the way his partner moves against him, shifting his hips, makes him moan softly. It's not fair (but he never plays fair himself)- and it's what makes it so exciting. He's trapped completely and at Rude's mercy, and that's enough to make his heart beat faster. The entirety of his world, locked under the blankets consisting only of an infuriatingly hot dragon—
Beneath them, the stuffing of the mattress crackles, as he wantonly presses against his partner's larger frame. Literally, no one lives on this floor, and two floors beneath them. That's a lot of privacy to get comfortably settled in.
But there is a demand to give in to. The softness of Reno's lips traces the bite mark, before he follows it again, this time with the tip of his tongue. He traces up, as far as he can reach, to the mighty shoulder— leaving a trail of warmth, that cools down all too soon. The texture of scales tells him where to not attempt another bite— and there it is again, the taste of skin. Drives him a little bit crazy, really. Once again he lets his teeth sink in, savouring the half-second of resistance before the skin nearly yields under the pressure and sharpness.
—or maybe it did. He swears he can feel a bead of blood on his lips, but maybe it's just imagination? ]