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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[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.