[How does it benefit the healer, indeed. Perhaps someday that question will actually get voiced aloud, prompting Thancred to reminisce about how it's a definite glow-up from the way said healer previously used to dress, but luckily (or unluckily?) he's more than a little occupied right now.
He's good with his hands; he wouldn't have been any sort of pickpocket all these years if he wasn't, and in short order the holster buckle comes free. It isn't that he actually wanted it off so much as just loose enough that it's not getting in the way of the shirt fabric anymore, and his aims fast become evident as he shoves the same hand back beneath the hem, gliding back up to map the plane of one of Reno's pecs and thumb roughly at the nipple.]
Depends. Are you any good?
[It's rougher than he means it to be, halfway to a harsh sigh, with his eyes squeezed shut and his breath washing hot over Reno's skin. Gods, he's right up against the Archon marks, laid bare in the absence of his usual slut collar. It's been so long since he let someone that close, since he felt the thrill of anything getting that near to his jugular.]
[ not to say that Reno can't be dangerous with his teeth, but right now he's more interested in how good he can make Thancred feel. he licks along one of the dark marks on his throat, then sucks at the flutter of his pulse beneath the skin, raising a bruise just like the one Thancred has already left on his own throat.
it also means that when Reno hums with amusement, Thancred should be able to feel it too, right there against his neck. ]
I'll give you a full refund if I ain't. [ he's joking, but only about the refund. part of it may just be Reno's overblown confidence speaking, sure—but truth be told he is good with his mouth.
finally, his fumbling with Thancred's skirts has paid off at least enough for Reno to be able to work one hand between their bodies and under the fabric. he immediately wraps long fingers around Thancred's length, stroking slow and firm and teasing from root to tip as he exhales a breath that's all satisfaction. ]
Oh, shit. [ his tone is naked appreciation, and he grins, circling his fingers around the girth of Thancred's cock. he's big, not that Reno expected anything else from looking at him. ] Yeah, I'll be real good. Best you ever had, baby. Promise.
[The hand that isn't buried up underneath Reno's shirt makes an audible thunk as the heel of it hits the door just a little to the side of where they're pressed up against it — like he needs the extra support as surprisingly nimble fingers wrap around the arousal he shouldn't even be entertaining right now. It's foolhardy and reckless and he knows better, except that it also feels almost sinfully good just to have a hand on his cock and it's not as though he ought to be sneaking his way through this haunted house with the damned thing standing at full attention anyway.
His head drops a little, chin falling a bit toward his chest in a way that would make his bangs cascade forward to curtain around his face if they weren't tied back as part of his costume, and fuck, fuck, they're really going to do this, aren't they?
Well. He's made worse decisions.]
Well. [The pause here lasts a little too long, the word rasped a little too rough at the end to not betray how good it feels.] Show me your best, then.
[At least he doesn't stammer. He's not some adolescent just discovering how it feels to spend for the first time, after all.]
Mayhap I'll show you mine when you're done. For — hhh, comparison.
[ they really are. or at least Reno is absolutely determined, and the fact that Thancred is poised on the verge of agreeing only urges him on more. as if to help him make the choice, Reno gives him another long, firm stroke, twisting his wrist when he reaches the tip to deliver that last little burst of pleasure.
he's rewarded for his efforts when Thancred all but tells him to get on his knees—he might be trying not to give away how affected he is, but Reno knows how to read these responses, and he can hear the roughness in Thancred's voice, can see the way his body shudders in response to Reno's touch. ]
Oh, my pleasure. [ Reno presses one last quick kiss against the corner of Thancred's mouth, then pushes him back only just far enough to let Reno sink straight to his knees. he doesn't even bother fixing his shirt, just pushes Thancred's skirts up with his right hand to hold them somewhere at his lower stomach and then lifts his left to hold Thancred's cock steady as he leans forward to put his mouth on it.
not to take it in his mouth just yet, though—Reno wouldn't be Reno if he wasn't a little bit of a cocktease. before any of that, he wants to make sure he's taken his time exploring. he thumbs almost affectionately along the vein underneath, and his lips leave a series of messy wet kisses along the shaft, over the tip and down the other side. ostensibly he's just spending some time appreciating, but Reno's also looking for sensitive spots, the places he could touch or lick and be rewarded with some kind of physical reaction. ]
[He's really not the skirts type — more at home taking a detour under them himself than wearing them firsthand, to be sure — but it's hard not to see the unique appeal of the sight it makes: Reno on his knees, costume in disarray, shoving the long drape of fabric just enough out of the way to be able to go after what he wants. And fuck, a part of him had thought he'd just go all in right from the start, just open those pretty lips obscenely wide and make a show of swallowing him down, but the truth is this is even better. He's not one to demur in the face of a little delayed gratification, after all.
What he does do, though, is shift his weight — just a little, not enough to really move away, but enough to work one slippered foot between Reno's knees in a way that makes his leg extend out a fraction. See how generous he is even to the bastard on his knees mouthing his cock like it's a favorite toy; he'll even proffer up a bit of calf to grind on if he wants some friction while he works.]
Wicked white —
[He's not one for overt tells, but even Thancred's not controlled enough to disguise them from a guy who's not even an ilm away from where they're happening; it's the attention to the head that produces the most visible of his already-subdued reactions, that make the muscles in his abdomen flex and tighten, make him lean harder against the bracing hand on the wall because his knees beneath the skirt just had a tremor run through them.
It's not that he doesn't like it hard and fast. It's not even that he doesn't want it that way. But tenderness disproportionate to the filth of the moment is what seems to be the common denominator of the moments when he twitches — something about the affection shakes him.
At the very least, it makes him dig his free hand into Reno's hair, gripping into a solid hold that's undeniably practiced — like he knows how to apply tension that pulls without yanking — and makes him look up from his efforts.]
[ Reno takes that offered shin gladly, his hips rocking against it almost lazily as he continues his thorough exploration. for now, he's content to chase Thancred's pleasure before his own, focusing entirely on wringing as many of those little shivers and hitched breaths from him as possible. every time he earns one of those little quivers of Thancred's thighs or the tensing of his abdomen, Reno files it away and returns to that place again and again, until finally he curls his tongue around the head and sucks just moments before Thancred's hand fists in his hair and pulls.
Reno moans at that, the tug sending a bolt of arousal straight through him to settle between his thighs. he opens his eyes and looks up at Thancred, a slow grin spreading over his face even as he tongues wetly at the sensitive place just below the head of his cock. ]
Uh huh. [ he tugs against Thancred's hold a little so he can catch a drop of precum on his tongue, then sits back and looks up at him again. the posture is obedient, but the glimmer in his eyes is anything but. ] Ain't you? Feels like you're enjoying yourself just fine.
[ Reno can tell, because Reno still has a hand around Thancred's cock and he can feel every one of those twitches and throbs. he strokes along the length of it once more, the slide eased by saliva, and rubs his thumb in a slow firm circle around the ridged head, tugging again at Thancred's grip on his hair to see if he'll be allowed to continue. ]
[It's not quite as effortless for him as it is for Reno, given the givens, but he's taking stock of things too — albeit in a far more distracted and hazy way. It's oddly incongruous, how much Reno seems to favor being treated roughly yet seems to offer gentleness on instinct, and he can't quite place if that's because he's just damned good at reading people and thinks that's what he wants, or if there's some sort of deeper psychological mumbo-jumbo going on with it, mixing together a desire for obedience with a desire to rebel with a desire to be punished or mayhap just to make his partner react.
It's a puzzle. He likes puzzles, but he also likes to come, and with his arousal starting to coil up in the pit of his gut, the press for satisfaction is growing more insistent by the second.]
Now are you going to focus, or am I going to have to make you?
[He gives Reno's hair a pull for good measure, but it doesn't do much to disguise the way his hips jerk of their own volition, chasing the path of his thumb and pushing for more.]
Now who says I'm not focused? [ he's plenty focused! just focused on the teasing, on wrinting all those little reactions out of Thancred's body. it's hard to misunderstand the tug to his hair, though, or the way Thancred's hips jerk forward into Reno's touch.
and it's gratifying, to know that he's done what he set out to do. of course Reno talks a big game, but he only does so because he knows he can follow through; there's power in being able to reduce a man to his base physical responses, his body moving outside his coherent control. ] But since you asked so nicely...
[ psychological mumbo-jumbo indeed: Reno resists authority but likes to be pushed around, can be deeply selfish but loves to give pleasure. wants to give up control but clings to it like a lifeline, can't force his hands to loosen around the thread of it. he is the way he is as a product of the circumstances in which he's lived, and he's never wondered what he would be like if things had been different.
he leans forward again, and this time there's no teasing. this time he takes Thancred into his mouth, his left hand staying low and steadying at the base of his cock and his right splaying out to press against Thancred's lower belly. Reno sucks him off like he means it, slow but thorough, his tongue curling and pressing against that sensitive vein and his cheeks hollowing when he pulls back up. it doesn't take long for him to adjust, and Reno pushes forward as far as he can go, his nose pressed to the coarse hair at the base of Thancred's dick as he swallows around him, throat working as he breathes through his nose. how's that for focus. ]
[Shite, he really is good. It's there in every ilm of Thancred's body language, from the way he shifts from bracing himself against the door with an extended arm to slumping against it with his forehead resting against his arm like a crossbar, to the way his grip on Reno's hair turns almost to petting as his fingers work their way to the back of his head and nudge him along as he takes his cock all the way down, to the way he's making noise in an environment and a moment when he knows he ought to be silent and can't.]
That's —
[The word, clearly the start of a brazen endearment from the soft singsong way he says it, tangles up in the back of his throat. It was going to be a full sentence, surely — that's it, baby, just like that — like an echo to Reno's own taunting teasing from before, but it doesn't seem to want to come smoothly, like it's snagged on the back of his tongue from not quite being sure if it'd be welcomed.
And that's strange. Ordinarily he wouldn't hesitate an instant before saying whatever was on his mind, letting old habits and easy flirtations guide the way. Why is he hesitating over this?
Gods, it doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter. He should just want to come and let that be enough — and he gets damned close to it when Reno abruptly shoves down on him to throat depth, working him with hot swallows and his lips stretched prettily, obscenely wide. All the air in his lungs leaves him like he's been struck, rasping out in a harsh needy noise that has his thighs shaking from how hard he's fighting his instinct to pull Reno off his cock just for the pleasure of fucking back into that hot mouth again.]
— !!
[The noise that wrenches out of his mouth is animal, ragged, and low. He wants to bite something, wants to hit something, wants to shake himself out of his skin, wants to fuck or be fucked or to spill down his throat or something, desperate for something in him to break because of how his own body feels three sizes too small for the rest of him, somehow.]
[ perhaps luckily for Thancred, the abortive start of a pet name only reads to Reno like an attempt at a sentence cut off because of pleasure, and not like Thancred going through an internal debate about whether Reno deserves a pet name or not. he doesn't pause, doesn't give Thancred any room to think about it; Reno's focus is singleminded, entirely dedicated to the enjoyment of what he's doing and the responses he's earning for his efforts.
the grip in his hair is welcome as always, making Reno's hips jerk a little with the pleasure of it. he grinds against Thancred's leg, the friction making him moan around the cock in his mouth even though he knows it won't be enough to get him off. in turn he redoubles his efforts, like if Thancred won't fuck his mouth then Reno is just going to have to take matters into his own hands.
the pace might be slow, but there's nothing hesitant about how Reno moves, his mouth pulling almost all the way off before he shoves himself back down. there's just enough force to his movements that Thancred's cock hits the back of his throat, and Reno doesn't gag but he does swallow hard. as badly as Thancred wants to come, Reno is half out of his mind with the same, his body hot all over, cock throbbing as he works intently toward his goal.
(his goal, of course, being to get Thancred to come down his throat, and soon.) ]
[He doesn't want to think anymore, is the thing — or if he is going to think, he doesn't want his thoughts to run any deeper than the reality of what it is they're doing, the arousing filth of having his skirts hiked up in some shabby little dorm room in the middle of a probably lethal City production, with a man he both barely knows yet feels like he knows all too well grinding on his leg while he sets out to, evidently, suck his balls dry and keep going for good measure. It'd be even better, maybe, if he had just a few drinks in him too, better to just take a bit of the sharp edge off his lingering thoughts. He'll just have to make do with euphoria, he supposes.
Of course, then Reno moves, pulling easily against the grip in his hair that never really tried to hold him back to begin with, and it's when he feels the head of his cock meet resistance that deep and there's no accompanying choke filling the air, it's more than enough of a signal for him to take that as permission.]
Seven hells —
[It's good. It's hot and good and simple and he finally snaps his hips without warning, only just courteous enough to keep Reno from trying to take him in at the same time he drives himself further into his mouth — but just the first time, only; the rest he'll just have to figure out for himself.
It's difficult to say for certain which contributes more to how little time it takes him to spill, the fact that he's not slept with someone for a while or the fact that Reno's talents are just that good. Either way, he picks his head up only long enough to bite the heel of his hand near the thumb, his gold jewelry clinking softly against itself with the motion of his body as he gets closer, closer, closer —
— and lets go with a strangled noise and a rush of relief, pushing deep and holding there as he floods Reno's mouth with his come.]
[ there it is. the warmth of smug satisfaction settles deep in Reno's belly as he splays his palm out against Thancred's thigh. it's not to stop him, not at all; it's just to feel the way the muscles shift as he fucks deep into the back of Reno's throat. and Ramuh, isn't that something? Reno's cheeks hollow and his throat works every time Thancred's cock pushes all the way in, so exactly what he wanted that Reno almost wonders if he could get off on this alone.
when the tension starts to build under the flats of Reno's palms, in Thancred's thighs and his lower belly, Reno's eyes blink open so he can watch Thancred above him. he likes this part the best, he thinks, watching the twist of pleasure in a partner's expression, feeling the quiver of his muscles as he approaches orgasm. even the way Thancred bites down on his own hand to muffle himself is so fucking powerfully attractive that Reno breathes in sharply through his nose, his nails curling against the muscle beneath his hand.
—and there it is. he takes a deep breath as he's pulled all the way down, so that he can swallow down everything Thancred gives him. or most of it, anyway, there is a little bit that spills from the corner of his mouth and drips down his chin, but Reno's not worried about it—it's just come, it'll clean up. he sucks until Thancred is twitching more with overstimulation than orgasm, and only when he's starting to soften in Reno's mouth does Reno finally pull back. ]
You're fucking gorgeous when you come. [ he grins, brings a hand up to wipe his chin and then sticks his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. ]
[Hot on the heels of the white-hot pleasure that sears through his veins, a slower burn of satisfaction follows. This is why he doesn't do things like this in the field, when he's exposed — because of how addicting it is to have his eyelids go heavy and his limbs boneless, and have every last thought chased from his head because he's too busy being centered in his body for any of them.]
As gorgeous as you?
[The fact that the consonants slur and smudge a little together doesn't really detract any from the dry sarcasm still laced through them; he ought to reach down and fix himself but that would involve moving either of his arms at the moment, and he doesn't want to do that right now regardless.]
Hah. You don't think I'm the sort not to return the favor, do you...?
[He's never liked the imbalance, after all. Never liked taking more than he gives. Never liked taking less than he gives, either — better when he can just give regardless of what he gets back at all. He never gives enough. He'll never give enough to —
Fuck, that thoughtless bliss was short-lived, wasn't it.]
But come back up here first. I want to taste myself on your mouth.
[ it makes Reno laugh to hear how Thancred's voice changes when he's drunk on residual pleasure. he grins up at him, thumb rubbing idly back and forth against the soft skin of his thigh, and then tilts his head a little as he lifts an eyebrow. ]
You tell me, baby. You ain't even seen me come yet.
[ slowly, Reno pushes himself up from his knees, finally dropping his grip on Thancred's skirts and letting them fall. with that hand free, he reaches up to push his fingers through Thancred's hair, right at the nape of his neck, tugging a little as he leans up to press their lips together. he presses himself against Thancred, other arm circling his waist, and immediately parts his lips to deepen the kiss—if Thancred wants to taste himself then who is Reno to deny him? he kisses hungrily, and his hard cock presses against Thancred's hip, and Reno feels like a wound-up spring waiting for something to set him loose again.
when they pull apart, he says, ] Oh, I think you're gonna return the favor. Just curious to see how.
[ will Thancred get on his knees for Reno, too? suck him off until it's Reno struggling to stay standing? or will he push his hand inside Reno's slacks to jerk him off? or will he make Reno suck on his fingers and then finger him until he comes on them? ]
Oh, I didn't mean when you come. I meant just at all.
[Thus proving that no, Thancred does not in fact need his wits about him to be able to deliver lines like these; there is evidently no brain involved at all in the "brain to mouth filter" paradigm. The mouth isn't doing all that great either, mind, preoccupied as it is with leaning into Reno as soon as he's gotten himself back within reach, ostensibly on the premise of pressing his tongue into his mouth to make good on his threat to taste, but also more than a little bit because he'd said he liked this earlier.
He seems to like it now, in fact. Seems to like a lot of things about this, if the way he's hanging on and grinding on him while he drags his tongue over the roof of his mouth and the backs of his teeth is any indication.
But then comes the challenge. Just curious to see how. And now he has to think about it, think about what he's gathered, what he's seen, what he's tracked, what he's absorbed. He totals up all the moments when he'd seen the pupils in Reno's eerily green eyes dilate, when he'd heard his breath catch, and comes to a summation that —
Well. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't. He'd know better. He'd never get away with it. But he thinks he knows what Reno wants from this, and that makes all the difference.]
But since you've extended such a thoughtful invitation —
[He says, and moves again, and this time knocking Reno back into the wall is a much shorter distance but the force he puts on his neck is all the same. Maybe a little more.
This time his free hand doesn't grasp for the handle of a weapon; it shoves down into Reno's trousers and closes just as deftly around his cock. That part's new.]
— I'll make sure I don't miss an onze of it.
[So that's how it's going to be, it seems: pressure on his throat, pressure on his cock, and Thancred's silver eyes just ilms away, not giving him the opportunity to look anywhere else, to miss who it is that's doing this to him.]
[ it might just be a line, but it delights Reno nonetheless, and he grins against Thancred's mouth as they kiss. he can certainly appreciate a man who knows how to flirt, and Reno rewards him for it by biting playfully at his lower lip, then soothing it with his tongue before he pulls away to look up at Thancred with a heated gaze. ]
Oh, did I? [ —is all he manages to get out before Thancred is pushing him back against the door again, not hard, but with enough force that it rattles the door a little and makes Reno's shoulderblades ache. Thancred is on him immediately, an imitation of what he'd done to Reno in the hallway earlier, and Reno shudders with arousal, gasping a breathless curse as Thancred's hand shoves down the front of his pants.
but it's not just breathlessness from how turned on he is, Reno realizes after a second. it's breathlessness because Thancred's forearm is pressed against his windpipe, making it hard to inhale fully, especially through a throat already sore from being fucked. the instant it strikes him, Reno's whole body lights up with it, his hands clutching at Thancred's waist, his arm. not to push him away—quite the opposite, in fact, as Reno's hips twitch unconsciously into Thancred's touch and he moans aloud.
(Reno has always had a fire in him that cannot be tamed, a fire made to burn hotter and faster by the way he's grown up all these years. what he craves in the deepest part of himself is someone who will put their hands into the heart of that fire without fear that it will burn them, someone who can take the blazing mess of him and forge the white-hot center into something worth the effort he takes.)
at this distance Thancred can't possibly miss it. he's lightheaded, and he's so, so close to orgasm, and Reno's gaze goes a little hazy and faraway, pleasure washing over him like a tidal wave before he shudders hard and comes in his slacks, all over Thancred's hand and all over himself. it's a shockingly intense orgasm, and it leaves Reno's fingertips digging in slightly as he struggles to breathe through it, his hips jerking and his voice gritty with the way it makes him moan. ]
[He feels it more than he sees it, the instant he knows he's guessed right. It's the same instant that Reno realizes what he's done, he suspects, because it's the moment that the satisfaction of discovering how he intends to get him off trips over the unexpected element of the intensity he adds to it. He can feel it in the electric tension that rattles through Reno's limbs, can feel it in the frantic bite of fingers through the fabric of his healer's garb. He can feel it in the pulse of the cock caught firm in his palm, how he gets even harder once there's an element of danger thrown into the mix.
Gods, but it feels like they're caught in a reciprocal circuit, feeding off each other as the sight of their respective reactions drive each other to soaring heights. Knowing he's gauged Reno's tastes correctly is a shot of arousal through his own veins, heady with triumph and the implicit confirmation of knowing he's done well.
And so too will be the knowledge that he's made a mess of him, even if the way he opts to go about it is a bit crueler than strictly necessary — though somehow he suspects Reno won't quite mind that either. Playing for stakes loses its luster if there aren't consequences to the loss, and as losses go, the sanctity of his costume trousers is a tragic but acceptable one.
Maybe it's just that he aches to be memorable, for reasons he can't quite explain and doesn't dare to try. Maybe that's why he wants it like this, the extra liberties, the way there's no room for Reno to look anywhere else but at his face, into his eyes. No chance of missing who it is that's doing this to him, burning into his mind's eye just who's making him feel like this.
He really is gorgeous when he falls apart, shaking like a leaf as wet heat floods the tight pocket where his hand and Reno's cock are confined by his trousers, and it's filthy and slick but he keeps stroking him right through it, recalling the way Reno's tongue had been equally relentless in bringing him to the brink of overstimulation.]
Hah — like that, do you —
[There's probably something wrong with him, that making someone else orgasm leaves his mood exponentially better than it'd been when he'd had one himself. Maybe he'll pick that whole damned tangle of his own emotions apart later, or maybe he won't.
As it is, when he feels Reno starting to come back down after his astronomical peak, he relents just a little on the pressure on his throat — still confining him, but making it easier to catch his breath if he needs to drag a few heavy ones in — and brings his wet hand out of Reno's trousers and up to his mouth so there's no missing it either when he licks it, dragging the flat of his tongue lazily across the seed-slick palm.]
[ oh, Thancred is already more than memorable. even if all he'd done was push Reno up against the hallway wall and flirt with him a little, he would have been memorable—this is something else entirely, a series of moments that sear indelibly into Reno's brain. the gorgeous agony of being stroked even after his orgasm has passed, leaving him writhing and oversensitive, and the way Thancred won't even let him up when he lifts that same hand to lick Reno's come off his palm—he watches shamelessly, a little flushed still, pupils blown so dark the green of his eyes is almost swallowed up. ]
Fuck, yeah I do. [ he rolls his hips again, rubbing his sensitive cock against Thancred's hip and relishing the slick mess of it, his own come cooling in the trousers of his costume. he's going to have to go home immediately to change, but he'll be thinking about Thancred the whole way there, that much is for sure. Reno grins and presses forward against Thancred's restraining arm, tilting his chin up a little like he's trying to get a kiss. ] Still think you're prettier when you come, though.
[ his fingertips start to move again, tracing the lines of muscle in Thancred's biceps, over his shoulders, down the back exposed by the dip of his costume. appreciative, satisfied little touches, a way to drag out the pleasure even when the orgasm has faded. one hand stays there at the sway of Thancred's lower back, and the other comes up to catch the wrist of his free hand, bringing it over so Reno can put Thancred's fingers in his mouth and suck, chasing the last traces of himself on Thancred's skin. ]
I'm gonna call you, [ he says, the words slightly muffled by how he's curling his tongue around the pad of one of Thancred's fingers, similar to what Reno had done to his cock earlier, ] later when the marks fade. Make you leave new ones.
[ he means the hickeys, since the pressure of Thancred's forearm wasn't enough to leave bruises. ]
Running back for more already? And we've not even parted ways yet.
[But there's a flicker of something in his eyes that betrays just how attractive a prospect he finds that, really. All of it is a pretty picture, from his dark eyes to the coil of his tongue to the heat of the fingers on his limbs and back, but the thought that this is in any way more than just a fleeting encounter for emptying their balls, that something more will follow this even if it's just a craving for more teeth —
It eases something inside him that he hadn't really realized was tense. This was only ever supposed to be meaningless, and yet adding a dash of at least a little meaning feels...better. Right, somehow.]
I'll leave them on more than your neck, next time.
[Slowly, less because he's got any real concerns about what's to follow and more just that he wants to do it steadily so that Reno has ample time to adjust, he eases his arm-bar away from Reno's throat, shifting to card his fingers through his hair instead. He checks his neck with a quick glance, because of course he does, but — good, if there's any soreness at all, it'll fade quickly and with no lasting damage.]
Mmm, I like to plan ahead. [ Reno winks, grinning. he sees that flicker of unnamed emotion in Thancred's eyes, feels it right down to his bones. he would love to pretend this is meaningless. he would love to pretend it's nothing more than the two of them fucking quick and messy in an empty room for no other purpose than getting off and getting gone, a little fun plain and simple.
he also knows that there was never really a chance Reno wouldn't be back for more. the instant Thancred had read him thoroughly enough to know he would get off on Thancred pushing his forearm up against Reno's throat and jerking him off, there was no possibility Reno would be able to leave him alone. there's something familiar and a little aching about Thancred, he thinks, some way that they resonate with each other that Reno's not used to from anyone.
also, gorgeous dick. he'd be stupid if he didn't call. (hopefully Thancred doesn't try ghosting him again, tf.) ]
You can leave 'em wherever you want, baby. [ Reno settles a little as Thancred pulls his arm away from Reno's throat, taking a slow breath and then swallowing once to test the feeling. his throat is sore, of course, but that's to be expected. it doesn't feel bruised, definitely doesn't feel damaged—this is a man who knows what he's doing, Reno thinks, regarding Thancred with a keen, bright gaze.
without the restraint of Thancred's arm in his way, Reno leans forward again to give him another kiss—this one much more languid, bone-deep satisfaction all the way down. ]
[Of all the times they've kissed, now, this one feels the most...grounded, somehow. The kind that makes him want to really lean into it, go almost drowsy from the lulling rhythm of it; the kind that brings that blessed sense of calm back to the forefront of his mind and saturates all his thoughts with it. It's the endpoint on a long and drawn-out question they've been implicitly answering all this time — this is stupid, but was it worth it?
Reno wants his bruises to be freshened up. Thancred finds he's already missing the echoes of curious fingers questing along his skin, and they haven't even stopped yet to begin with.]
Mmmmmm. If I'm "baby", then what are you?
[The bait is obvious, the humor overt. But it would also help to tease out a little more information about that thought he'd bitten off earlier — can he get away with a pet name, even? Is it welcomed? Is it even right to begin with?]
[ now that's a fun question. Reno's not sure anyone has ever asked him that before—it's usually him who's giving out the pet names, not the other way around. in fact, other than the one joking time Johanna called him princess, Reno's not sure anyone has ever given him a pet name on purpose. ]
That's up to you. [ he grins, easy, and wraps his arms around Thancred's waist, low like a teenybopper cuddling up to her boyfriend. it's only a few inches Thancred has on him, but the difference in height is just enough that Reno has to look up slightly to meet his eyes. ] Call me whatever feels right.
[ and if that ends up being just "Reno" for a time, until something comes to him, that's fine too, Reno doesn't mind that at all. just don't call him stranger. ]
You gonna keep going through the haunted house? [ he's a little reluctant to let Thancred go at all, if he's honest, but he had presumably been on his way somewhere when Reno startled him, and it's not like Reno can accompany him in the state he's in right now. ...speaking of the state Reno is in, he finally looks down at himself, then releases Thancred's waist so he can tug his shirt down and get himself slightly back in order. ] Hey, do my holster up again, would ya?
[That does seem to be the undercurrent of this whole ill-advised idea, doesn't it? That notion of feeling right. The way he likes it just a little too much when Reno hangs on just a little too long and he wants to lean back into him again, maybe start this all over for an encore to the performance. It means he's more than a little grateful when the prospect of a task arises, and he briskly turns his attention to helping Reno put his costume back together, happy to have something to do with his hands.
It also means he gets ample opportunity to steal some smoothing-out touches of his own, from stroking out the hasty wrinkles in the shirt to bringing the opposite ends of the holster back together and securing it into place. He could've done that one-handed too, probably, but no need to show off.]
I'm bound for the roof, aye. Want to see what's in the rest of these rooms first, though. It seems as though a lot of the secrets around here have their roots in this set of buildings.
[With the cleaner of his two hands, he reaches up and ruffles Reno's hair; luckily it's generally messy enough that telling the difference between sex hair and his typical style should be fairly difficult, if not impossible.]
I assume you're off to find a change of clothes. Don't spook any other handsome strangers along the way, or I daresay I might get jealous.
[ the problem is that Reno feels exactly the same way, like it would only take one particularly purposeful kiss to get him going all over again. he can't lie, it's tempting as hell especially with Thancred's face this close, but Reno's slacks are a disaster and he's not looking to leave this haunted house pantsless, so. a little self-restraint, for the time being.
while perhaps not strictly necessary, he does appreciate the way Thancred fastens the holster and then smooths out the wrinkles of Reno's shirt. it's not going to be possible to get him fully back into order, but at the very least Reno might come out of here looking more like he's just been spooked in a haunted house as opposed to slipping into a room to have his brains rearranged under Thancred's very talented hands.
the ruffle to his hair makes him squint a little, but when it's done Reno laughs. there's no taming his hair regardless, so whatever Thancred did to it is probably an improvement. ]
You seen the records in the office? [ it's not necessary, but Reno does gently adjust the front of Thancred's robes(? dress?) too, making sure the skirts fall right. ] Don't get spooked by any other handsome strangers on your way up and you've got yourself a deal.
[ he winks, shameless, then pats Thancred's lower stomach companionably. please be proud of his admirable self-restraint in not letting that touch linger long enough to get them both going again.
in fact, with a laugh as he pushes at Thancred's hips: ] We should get out of here before I get inspired to try for round two.
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He's good with his hands; he wouldn't have been any sort of pickpocket all these years if he wasn't, and in short order the holster buckle comes free. It isn't that he actually wanted it off so much as just loose enough that it's not getting in the way of the shirt fabric anymore, and his aims fast become evident as he shoves the same hand back beneath the hem, gliding back up to map the plane of one of Reno's pecs and thumb roughly at the nipple.]
Depends. Are you any good?
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it also means that when Reno hums with amusement, Thancred should be able to feel it too, right there against his neck. ]
I'll give you a full refund if I ain't. [ he's joking, but only about the refund. part of it may just be Reno's overblown confidence speaking, sure—but truth be told he is good with his mouth.
finally, his fumbling with Thancred's skirts has paid off at least enough for Reno to be able to work one hand between their bodies and under the fabric. he immediately wraps long fingers around Thancred's length, stroking slow and firm and teasing from root to tip as he exhales a breath that's all satisfaction. ]
Oh, shit. [ his tone is naked appreciation, and he grins, circling his fingers around the girth of Thancred's cock. he's big, not that Reno expected anything else from looking at him. ] Yeah, I'll be real good. Best you ever had, baby. Promise.
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His head drops a little, chin falling a bit toward his chest in a way that would make his bangs cascade forward to curtain around his face if they weren't tied back as part of his costume, and fuck, fuck, they're really going to do this, aren't they?
Well. He's made worse decisions.]
Well. [The pause here lasts a little too long, the word rasped a little too rough at the end to not betray how good it feels.] Show me your best, then.
[At least he doesn't stammer. He's not some adolescent just discovering how it feels to spend for the first time, after all.]
Mayhap I'll show you mine when you're done. For — hhh, comparison.
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he's rewarded for his efforts when Thancred all but tells him to get on his knees—he might be trying not to give away how affected he is, but Reno knows how to read these responses, and he can hear the roughness in Thancred's voice, can see the way his body shudders in response to Reno's touch. ]
Oh, my pleasure. [ Reno presses one last quick kiss against the corner of Thancred's mouth, then pushes him back only just far enough to let Reno sink straight to his knees. he doesn't even bother fixing his shirt, just pushes Thancred's skirts up with his right hand to hold them somewhere at his lower stomach and then lifts his left to hold Thancred's cock steady as he leans forward to put his mouth on it.
not to take it in his mouth just yet, though—Reno wouldn't be Reno if he wasn't a little bit of a cocktease. before any of that, he wants to make sure he's taken his time exploring. he thumbs almost affectionately along the vein underneath, and his lips leave a series of messy wet kisses along the shaft, over the tip and down the other side. ostensibly he's just spending some time appreciating, but Reno's also looking for sensitive spots, the places he could touch or lick and be rewarded with some kind of physical reaction. ]
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What he does do, though, is shift his weight — just a little, not enough to really move away, but enough to work one slippered foot between Reno's knees in a way that makes his leg extend out a fraction. See how generous he is even to the bastard on his knees mouthing his cock like it's a favorite toy; he'll even proffer up a bit of calf to grind on if he wants some friction while he works.]
Wicked white —
[He's not one for overt tells, but even Thancred's not controlled enough to disguise them from a guy who's not even an ilm away from where they're happening; it's the attention to the head that produces the most visible of his already-subdued reactions, that make the muscles in his abdomen flex and tighten, make him lean harder against the bracing hand on the wall because his knees beneath the skirt just had a tremor run through them.
It's not that he doesn't like it hard and fast. It's not even that he doesn't want it that way. But tenderness disproportionate to the filth of the moment is what seems to be the common denominator of the moments when he twitches — something about the affection shakes him.
At the very least, it makes him dig his free hand into Reno's hair, gripping into a solid hold that's undeniably practiced — like he knows how to apply tension that pulls without yanking — and makes him look up from his efforts.]
Having fun?
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Reno moans at that, the tug sending a bolt of arousal straight through him to settle between his thighs. he opens his eyes and looks up at Thancred, a slow grin spreading over his face even as he tongues wetly at the sensitive place just below the head of his cock. ]
Uh huh. [ he tugs against Thancred's hold a little so he can catch a drop of precum on his tongue, then sits back and looks up at him again. the posture is obedient, but the glimmer in his eyes is anything but. ] Ain't you? Feels like you're enjoying yourself just fine.
[ Reno can tell, because Reno still has a hand around Thancred's cock and he can feel every one of those twitches and throbs. he strokes along the length of it once more, the slide eased by saliva, and rubs his thumb in a slow firm circle around the ridged head, tugging again at Thancred's grip on his hair to see if he'll be allowed to continue. ]
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[It's not quite as effortless for him as it is for Reno, given the givens, but he's taking stock of things too — albeit in a far more distracted and hazy way. It's oddly incongruous, how much Reno seems to favor being treated roughly yet seems to offer gentleness on instinct, and he can't quite place if that's because he's just damned good at reading people and thinks that's what he wants, or if there's some sort of deeper psychological mumbo-jumbo going on with it, mixing together a desire for obedience with a desire to rebel with a desire to be punished or mayhap just to make his partner react.
It's a puzzle. He likes puzzles, but he also likes to come, and with his arousal starting to coil up in the pit of his gut, the press for satisfaction is growing more insistent by the second.]
Now are you going to focus, or am I going to have to make you?
[He gives Reno's hair a pull for good measure, but it doesn't do much to disguise the way his hips jerk of their own volition, chasing the path of his thumb and pushing for more.]
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and it's gratifying, to know that he's done what he set out to do. of course Reno talks a big game, but he only does so because he knows he can follow through; there's power in being able to reduce a man to his base physical responses, his body moving outside his coherent control. ] But since you asked so nicely...
[ psychological mumbo-jumbo indeed: Reno resists authority but likes to be pushed around, can be deeply selfish but loves to give pleasure. wants to give up control but clings to it like a lifeline, can't force his hands to loosen around the thread of it. he is the way he is as a product of the circumstances in which he's lived, and he's never wondered what he would be like if things had been different.
he leans forward again, and this time there's no teasing. this time he takes Thancred into his mouth, his left hand staying low and steadying at the base of his cock and his right splaying out to press against Thancred's lower belly. Reno sucks him off like he means it, slow but thorough, his tongue curling and pressing against that sensitive vein and his cheeks hollowing when he pulls back up. it doesn't take long for him to adjust, and Reno pushes forward as far as he can go, his nose pressed to the coarse hair at the base of Thancred's dick as he swallows around him, throat working as he breathes through his nose. how's that for focus. ]
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That's —
[The word, clearly the start of a brazen endearment from the soft singsong way he says it, tangles up in the back of his throat. It was going to be a full sentence, surely — that's it, baby, just like that — like an echo to Reno's own taunting teasing from before, but it doesn't seem to want to come smoothly, like it's snagged on the back of his tongue from not quite being sure if it'd be welcomed.
And that's strange. Ordinarily he wouldn't hesitate an instant before saying whatever was on his mind, letting old habits and easy flirtations guide the way. Why is he hesitating over this?
Gods, it doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter. He should just want to come and let that be enough — and he gets damned close to it when Reno abruptly shoves down on him to throat depth, working him with hot swallows and his lips stretched prettily, obscenely wide. All the air in his lungs leaves him like he's been struck, rasping out in a harsh needy noise that has his thighs shaking from how hard he's fighting his instinct to pull Reno off his cock just for the pleasure of fucking back into that hot mouth again.]
— !!
[The noise that wrenches out of his mouth is animal, ragged, and low. He wants to bite something, wants to hit something, wants to shake himself out of his skin, wants to fuck or be fucked or to spill down his throat or something, desperate for something in him to break because of how his own body feels three sizes too small for the rest of him, somehow.]
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the grip in his hair is welcome as always, making Reno's hips jerk a little with the pleasure of it. he grinds against Thancred's leg, the friction making him moan around the cock in his mouth even though he knows it won't be enough to get him off. in turn he redoubles his efforts, like if Thancred won't fuck his mouth then Reno is just going to have to take matters into his own hands.
the pace might be slow, but there's nothing hesitant about how Reno moves, his mouth pulling almost all the way off before he shoves himself back down. there's just enough force to his movements that Thancred's cock hits the back of his throat, and Reno doesn't gag but he does swallow hard. as badly as Thancred wants to come, Reno is half out of his mind with the same, his body hot all over, cock throbbing as he works intently toward his goal.
(his goal, of course, being to get Thancred to come down his throat, and soon.) ]
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Of course, then Reno moves, pulling easily against the grip in his hair that never really tried to hold him back to begin with, and it's when he feels the head of his cock meet resistance that deep and there's no accompanying choke filling the air, it's more than enough of a signal for him to take that as permission.]
Seven hells —
[It's good. It's hot and good and simple and he finally snaps his hips without warning, only just courteous enough to keep Reno from trying to take him in at the same time he drives himself further into his mouth — but just the first time, only; the rest he'll just have to figure out for himself.
It's difficult to say for certain which contributes more to how little time it takes him to spill, the fact that he's not slept with someone for a while or the fact that Reno's talents are just that good. Either way, he picks his head up only long enough to bite the heel of his hand near the thumb, his gold jewelry clinking softly against itself with the motion of his body as he gets closer, closer, closer —
— and lets go with a strangled noise and a rush of relief, pushing deep and holding there as he floods Reno's mouth with his come.]
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when the tension starts to build under the flats of Reno's palms, in Thancred's thighs and his lower belly, Reno's eyes blink open so he can watch Thancred above him. he likes this part the best, he thinks, watching the twist of pleasure in a partner's expression, feeling the quiver of his muscles as he approaches orgasm. even the way Thancred bites down on his own hand to muffle himself is so fucking powerfully attractive that Reno breathes in sharply through his nose, his nails curling against the muscle beneath his hand.
—and there it is. he takes a deep breath as he's pulled all the way down, so that he can swallow down everything Thancred gives him. or most of it, anyway, there is a little bit that spills from the corner of his mouth and drips down his chin, but Reno's not worried about it—it's just come, it'll clean up. he sucks until Thancred is twitching more with overstimulation than orgasm, and only when he's starting to soften in Reno's mouth does Reno finally pull back. ]
You're fucking gorgeous when you come. [ he grins, brings a hand up to wipe his chin and then sticks his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. ]
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As gorgeous as you?
[The fact that the consonants slur and smudge a little together doesn't really detract any from the dry sarcasm still laced through them; he ought to reach down and fix himself but that would involve moving either of his arms at the moment, and he doesn't want to do that right now regardless.]
Hah. You don't think I'm the sort not to return the favor, do you...?
[He's never liked the imbalance, after all. Never liked taking more than he gives. Never liked taking less than he gives, either — better when he can just give regardless of what he gets back at all. He never gives enough. He'll never give enough to —
Fuck, that thoughtless bliss was short-lived, wasn't it.]
But come back up here first. I want to taste myself on your mouth.
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You tell me, baby. You ain't even seen me come yet.
[ slowly, Reno pushes himself up from his knees, finally dropping his grip on Thancred's skirts and letting them fall. with that hand free, he reaches up to push his fingers through Thancred's hair, right at the nape of his neck, tugging a little as he leans up to press their lips together. he presses himself against Thancred, other arm circling his waist, and immediately parts his lips to deepen the kiss—if Thancred wants to taste himself then who is Reno to deny him? he kisses hungrily, and his hard cock presses against Thancred's hip, and Reno feels like a wound-up spring waiting for something to set him loose again.
when they pull apart, he says, ] Oh, I think you're gonna return the favor. Just curious to see how.
[ will Thancred get on his knees for Reno, too? suck him off until it's Reno struggling to stay standing? or will he push his hand inside Reno's slacks to jerk him off? or will he make Reno suck on his fingers and then finger him until he comes on them? ]
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[Thus proving that no, Thancred does not in fact need his wits about him to be able to deliver lines like these; there is evidently no brain involved at all in the "brain to mouth filter" paradigm. The mouth isn't doing all that great either, mind, preoccupied as it is with leaning into Reno as soon as he's gotten himself back within reach, ostensibly on the premise of pressing his tongue into his mouth to make good on his threat to taste, but also more than a little bit because he'd said he liked this earlier.
He seems to like it now, in fact. Seems to like a lot of things about this, if the way he's hanging on and grinding on him while he drags his tongue over the roof of his mouth and the backs of his teeth is any indication.
But then comes the challenge. Just curious to see how. And now he has to think about it, think about what he's gathered, what he's seen, what he's tracked, what he's absorbed. He totals up all the moments when he'd seen the pupils in Reno's eerily green eyes dilate, when he'd heard his breath catch, and comes to a summation that —
Well. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't. He'd know better. He'd never get away with it. But he thinks he knows what Reno wants from this, and that makes all the difference.]
But since you've extended such a thoughtful invitation —
[He says, and moves again, and this time knocking Reno back into the wall is a much shorter distance but the force he puts on his neck is all the same. Maybe a little more.
This time his free hand doesn't grasp for the handle of a weapon; it shoves down into Reno's trousers and closes just as deftly around his cock. That part's new.]
— I'll make sure I don't miss an onze of it.
[So that's how it's going to be, it seems: pressure on his throat, pressure on his cock, and Thancred's silver eyes just ilms away, not giving him the opportunity to look anywhere else, to miss who it is that's doing this to him.]
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Oh, did I? [ —is all he manages to get out before Thancred is pushing him back against the door again, not hard, but with enough force that it rattles the door a little and makes Reno's shoulderblades ache. Thancred is on him immediately, an imitation of what he'd done to Reno in the hallway earlier, and Reno shudders with arousal, gasping a breathless curse as Thancred's hand shoves down the front of his pants.
but it's not just breathlessness from how turned on he is, Reno realizes after a second. it's breathlessness because Thancred's forearm is pressed against his windpipe, making it hard to inhale fully, especially through a throat already sore from being fucked. the instant it strikes him, Reno's whole body lights up with it, his hands clutching at Thancred's waist, his arm. not to push him away—quite the opposite, in fact, as Reno's hips twitch unconsciously into Thancred's touch and he moans aloud.
(Reno has always had a fire in him that cannot be tamed, a fire made to burn hotter and faster by the way he's grown up all these years. what he craves in the deepest part of himself is someone who will put their hands into the heart of that fire without fear that it will burn them, someone who can take the blazing mess of him and forge the white-hot center into something worth the effort he takes.)
at this distance Thancred can't possibly miss it. he's lightheaded, and he's so, so close to orgasm, and Reno's gaze goes a little hazy and faraway, pleasure washing over him like a tidal wave before he shudders hard and comes in his slacks, all over Thancred's hand and all over himself. it's a shockingly intense orgasm, and it leaves Reno's fingertips digging in slightly as he struggles to breathe through it, his hips jerking and his voice gritty with the way it makes him moan. ]
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Gods, but it feels like they're caught in a reciprocal circuit, feeding off each other as the sight of their respective reactions drive each other to soaring heights. Knowing he's gauged Reno's tastes correctly is a shot of arousal through his own veins, heady with triumph and the implicit confirmation of knowing he's done well.
And so too will be the knowledge that he's made a mess of him, even if the way he opts to go about it is a bit crueler than strictly necessary — though somehow he suspects Reno won't quite mind that either. Playing for stakes loses its luster if there aren't consequences to the loss, and as losses go, the sanctity of his costume trousers is a tragic but acceptable one.
Maybe it's just that he aches to be memorable, for reasons he can't quite explain and doesn't dare to try. Maybe that's why he wants it like this, the extra liberties, the way there's no room for Reno to look anywhere else but at his face, into his eyes. No chance of missing who it is that's doing this to him, burning into his mind's eye just who's making him feel like this.
He really is gorgeous when he falls apart, shaking like a leaf as wet heat floods the tight pocket where his hand and Reno's cock are confined by his trousers, and it's filthy and slick but he keeps stroking him right through it, recalling the way Reno's tongue had been equally relentless in bringing him to the brink of overstimulation.]
Hah — like that, do you —
[There's probably something wrong with him, that making someone else orgasm leaves his mood exponentially better than it'd been when he'd had one himself. Maybe he'll pick that whole damned tangle of his own emotions apart later, or maybe he won't.
As it is, when he feels Reno starting to come back down after his astronomical peak, he relents just a little on the pressure on his throat — still confining him, but making it easier to catch his breath if he needs to drag a few heavy ones in — and brings his wet hand out of Reno's trousers and up to his mouth so there's no missing it either when he licks it, dragging the flat of his tongue lazily across the seed-slick palm.]
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Fuck, yeah I do. [ he rolls his hips again, rubbing his sensitive cock against Thancred's hip and relishing the slick mess of it, his own come cooling in the trousers of his costume. he's going to have to go home immediately to change, but he'll be thinking about Thancred the whole way there, that much is for sure. Reno grins and presses forward against Thancred's restraining arm, tilting his chin up a little like he's trying to get a kiss. ] Still think you're prettier when you come, though.
[ his fingertips start to move again, tracing the lines of muscle in Thancred's biceps, over his shoulders, down the back exposed by the dip of his costume. appreciative, satisfied little touches, a way to drag out the pleasure even when the orgasm has faded. one hand stays there at the sway of Thancred's lower back, and the other comes up to catch the wrist of his free hand, bringing it over so Reno can put Thancred's fingers in his mouth and suck, chasing the last traces of himself on Thancred's skin. ]
I'm gonna call you, [ he says, the words slightly muffled by how he's curling his tongue around the pad of one of Thancred's fingers, similar to what Reno had done to his cock earlier, ] later when the marks fade. Make you leave new ones.
[ he means the hickeys, since the pressure of Thancred's forearm wasn't enough to leave bruises. ]
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[But there's a flicker of something in his eyes that betrays just how attractive a prospect he finds that, really. All of it is a pretty picture, from his dark eyes to the coil of his tongue to the heat of the fingers on his limbs and back, but the thought that this is in any way more than just a fleeting encounter for emptying their balls, that something more will follow this even if it's just a craving for more teeth —
It eases something inside him that he hadn't really realized was tense. This was only ever supposed to be meaningless, and yet adding a dash of at least a little meaning feels...better. Right, somehow.]
I'll leave them on more than your neck, next time.
[Slowly, less because he's got any real concerns about what's to follow and more just that he wants to do it steadily so that Reno has ample time to adjust, he eases his arm-bar away from Reno's throat, shifting to card his fingers through his hair instead. He checks his neck with a quick glance, because of course he does, but — good, if there's any soreness at all, it'll fade quickly and with no lasting damage.]
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he also knows that there was never really a chance Reno wouldn't be back for more. the instant Thancred had read him thoroughly enough to know he would get off on Thancred pushing his forearm up against Reno's throat and jerking him off, there was no possibility Reno would be able to leave him alone. there's something familiar and a little aching about Thancred, he thinks, some way that they resonate with each other that Reno's not used to from anyone.
also, gorgeous dick. he'd be stupid if he didn't call. (hopefully Thancred doesn't try ghosting him again, tf.) ]
You can leave 'em wherever you want, baby. [ Reno settles a little as Thancred pulls his arm away from Reno's throat, taking a slow breath and then swallowing once to test the feeling. his throat is sore, of course, but that's to be expected. it doesn't feel bruised, definitely doesn't feel damaged—this is a man who knows what he's doing, Reno thinks, regarding Thancred with a keen, bright gaze.
without the restraint of Thancred's arm in his way, Reno leans forward again to give him another kiss—this one much more languid, bone-deep satisfaction all the way down. ]
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Reno wants his bruises to be freshened up. Thancred finds he's already missing the echoes of curious fingers questing along his skin, and they haven't even stopped yet to begin with.]
Mmmmmm. If I'm "baby", then what are you?
[The bait is obvious, the humor overt. But it would also help to tease out a little more information about that thought he'd bitten off earlier — can he get away with a pet name, even? Is it welcomed? Is it even right to begin with?]
...Or is that up to me?
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That's up to you. [ he grins, easy, and wraps his arms around Thancred's waist, low like a teenybopper cuddling up to her boyfriend. it's only a few inches Thancred has on him, but the difference in height is just enough that Reno has to look up slightly to meet his eyes. ] Call me whatever feels right.
[ and if that ends up being just "Reno" for a time, until something comes to him, that's fine too, Reno doesn't mind that at all. just don't call him stranger. ]
You gonna keep going through the haunted house? [ he's a little reluctant to let Thancred go at all, if he's honest, but he had presumably been on his way somewhere when Reno startled him, and it's not like Reno can accompany him in the state he's in right now. ...speaking of the state Reno is in, he finally looks down at himself, then releases Thancred's waist so he can tug his shirt down and get himself slightly back in order. ] Hey, do my holster up again, would ya?
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It also means he gets ample opportunity to steal some smoothing-out touches of his own, from stroking out the hasty wrinkles in the shirt to bringing the opposite ends of the holster back together and securing it into place. He could've done that one-handed too, probably, but no need to show off.]
I'm bound for the roof, aye. Want to see what's in the rest of these rooms first, though. It seems as though a lot of the secrets around here have their roots in this set of buildings.
[With the cleaner of his two hands, he reaches up and ruffles Reno's hair; luckily it's generally messy enough that telling the difference between sex hair and his typical style should be fairly difficult, if not impossible.]
I assume you're off to find a change of clothes. Don't spook any other handsome strangers along the way, or I daresay I might get jealous.
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while perhaps not strictly necessary, he does appreciate the way Thancred fastens the holster and then smooths out the wrinkles of Reno's shirt. it's not going to be possible to get him fully back into order, but at the very least Reno might come out of here looking more like he's just been spooked in a haunted house as opposed to slipping into a room to have his brains rearranged under Thancred's very talented hands.
the ruffle to his hair makes him squint a little, but when it's done Reno laughs. there's no taming his hair regardless, so whatever Thancred did to it is probably an improvement. ]
You seen the records in the office? [ it's not necessary, but Reno does gently adjust the front of Thancred's robes(? dress?) too, making sure the skirts fall right. ] Don't get spooked by any other handsome strangers on your way up and you've got yourself a deal.
[ he winks, shameless, then pats Thancred's lower stomach companionably. please be proud of his admirable self-restraint in not letting that touch linger long enough to get them both going again.
in fact, with a laugh as he pushes at Thancred's hips: ] We should get out of here before I get inspired to try for round two.