Conversation in the Shadowfox

By popular request, here is an extension of the scene where Vincent is tied down, getting a blowjob from Reeve. Enjoy~!

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It was no secret. To anyone, really. But no one would ever dare say anything about it to his face. But honestly. You take one look at all those buckles, straps, and leather?

Yeah. Vincent Valentine was a closet-bondage lover.

An odd kink to have, perhaps, with what he went through. He likely spent many, many years tied in various positions for different medical procedures. And probably spent the rest of the time tied down to keep him from killing the one performing the procedures.

But it didn’t matter. No one could get close enough to him to find out if he *really* liked bondage or not.

No one but Reeve Tuesti.

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The soft red rope wrapped around his wrists and looped through the headboard was tied off in a solid, tight knot. His gauntlet had been discarded on the bedside table, along with his gun. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from a small candle that flickered on the table, gauntlet catching the light and casting a warm, golden glow around the room.

Reeve looked over at the bound man, taking in his nervous, heavy breaths. He was reclined comfortably on the pillows, a thick, warm blanket wrapped over his lower body to prevent him from feeling too exposed as the other man tied him down. It was always a nerve-wracking experience for the gunner, allowing himself to be made so vulnerable. But deep down, a part of him loved it. He thrived on the bite of the rope in his skin, the burning pain he got in his arms after he spent so much time struggling. And the other man had never left him once. Always carefully untying him, laying with him through the night, chasing away nightmares and slipping out quietly in the morning, so no one was ever any wiser.

He watched the other man closely, clad in nothing but his dress pants as he reached for his tie that had been discarded over the back of a chair. He sat next to Vincent, reaching up and placing the silken article over his eyes, tying the black fabric behind his head. The light trembling that shook the gunner’s form was endearing. It always made him so scared.

And it was a power trip for the engineer as well, of course. To have the arguably most powerful member of their party tied down and shaking at his mercy.

“Reeve…”

“Did I give you permission to speak, Vincent?” The man’s voice was stern, but gentle, reassuring. The gunner swallowed hard, mouth dry.

“…No.”

“Then hush, or I’ll gag you to be sure you obey.”

The man only nodded slightly, biting his lip. He heard the tell-tale squeak of the mattress as Reeve rose, and the rustle of fabric and distinctive noise of a zipper being pulled down that indicated he had removed his pants. The dip of the bed and the sudden rush of cold air as the covers were removed told him they were about to begin.

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He struggled to stay silent, fighting against the urge to moan the brunette’s name. Every pass of the man’s warm mouth drove him a little closer to the brink of insanity, his cock straining against the tightly wrapped leather band that prevented him from coming before Reeve saw fit to let him.

The brunette kissed and licked along the underside of his straining length, every touch feeling like fire erupting on the turgid flesh. He moaned loudly, pulling fruitlessly against the tight restraints, his arms burning with the effort. He moaned loudly and breathily, trying to buck his hips into the warm, wet heat that enveloped him, but Reeve’s hands pinned his hips tightly to the mattress, giving him no leeway.

The man took him completely into his throat, swallowing around him, smirking as he felt the red-eyed man below him shudder and cry out; he would have come if not for the band wrapped around him. He whimpered, tears of frustration pricking his eyes. He desperately fought the urge to cry Reeve’s name, beg him to let him come. But he knew if he did so, his release would be denied even longer.

He pressed his head back into the pillow, biting his lip and squirming as Reeve continued his alternations between teasing and deep-throating.

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Another desperate cry was torn from his lips. The third time he would have come if not for that damn leather strap. His legs were hooked over muscular shoulders, Reeve kneeling between them, thrusting deep inside him; purposefully rubbing against that little bundle of nerves deep inside. His fingers had found the gunner’s nipples, twisting and pinching and teasing until the sensations danced along that fine line of pain and pleasure.

Both of their bodies were flushed with exertion, covered in a fine sheen of glistening sweat. It clung to the patch of hair on Reeve’s chest, enticingly drawing attention to the trail of soft hair that lead down to his hard cock, still thrusting roughly in and out of Vincent’s willing but exhausted body. The gunner’s legs were shaking with each hard push, wordless moans and cries escaping his throat each time Reeve brushed against his prostate.

Reeve’s own moans and soft gasps punctuated the gunner’s, mingling with the sounds of sex and the heady scent of their arousal. Reeve felt himself growing close to his release. He reached down, running his fingers over the man’s swollen flesh.

“Answer me, Vincent…do you want to come?”

The man cried out, arching his back at the teasing touch. “Y-yes! Please…!”

Reeve chuckled softly, letting his thrusting become harder, letting control slip away from him. His fingers found the knot in the cord that bound Vincent’s balls and cock, untying it but holding tight, still denying him.

“Reeve…!” The engineer moaned softly at the desperation in the gunman’s voice.

He pulled the cord loose, stroking him roughly as he released inside the man’s worn passage with a loud cry of the gunman’s name.

It was all too much for Vincent. He released hard, spattering his come all over them both, crying out loudly and incoherently, pulling violently at the ropes binding him to the headboard.

Reeve collapsed on top of the man, weakly reaching up and pulling the silk tie from his eyes, lightly threading his fingers through his hair. Both were gasping for air, trembling slightly in the wake of their orgasms. The engineer leaned up, gently pressing a kiss to the bound man’s lips, nuzzling him gently. He reached to the bedside table, taking his knife and slicing through the ropes holding him.

His wrists were rubbed painfully raw, but it didn’t matter. Reeve sat up, pulling a pillowcase off of the nearest pillow, cleaning the fluid from their bodies before settling down, pulling Vincent into his arms, gently reassuring him.

The gunman’s voice was raspy from the consistent moans and cries. “Thank you, Reeve.”

The engineer gently pressed a kiss into sweaty hair, hugging him close. “You don’t have to thank me, Vincent. I enjoy it, just as much as you.”

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