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A Night In 7th Heaven	By : Miyajima Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not profit from this story. It's written purely for enjoyment. All characters belong to Square from Final Fantasy 7

Chapter List
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Chapter 3
“Conquest”

Vincent heard the washroom door slam behind him. He hovered over one of the sinks, his heart rate was up and his breathing irregular. Turning on a tap to splash cold water on his face, he grasped at the red headband he used to keep his hair out of the way and tore it off, wadding it up and shoving it in a back pocket.
Smoothing his bangs out of his eyes, he stared at his own reflection in the mirror. In his peripheral vision, he noticed another man finishing washing up and watched him leave. Vincent stared back at himself, his inner voices consuming his mind;
What the hell are you thinking? Look at yourself, half drunk. How far down the path of insanity have we ventured? For a moment, you considered entertaining that Turk's proposition.
He's a man for fuck's sakes.
Vincent closed his eyes and drew a deep breath in through his nose, releasing it slowly from his mouth. Was this disgust he felt? If so, was it with the situation, or himself? Most likely the latter. Reno was extremely attractive. He oozed sexuality, confidence and most alluringly, freedom. All traits Vincent had left in the dust of a world long gone, assuming he had ever truly possessed them at all.
Sighing, he hung his head slightly knowing that those attributes even in his youth had been mere aspirations or fantasy. Perhaps that's what made this all so sordid and baffling.
“Are you brooding again?”
The voice came from behind him and echoed off blue tiled walls. He hadn't heard the washroom door open and shut. Yet, there stood the redheaded Turk, holding the cloak he had abandoned. He must have quietly slipped in as the other patron left.
“Look sweetheart. I don't know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, but I have a feeling you're making this way too hard for yourself.”
“Don't call me sweetheart.”
Reno took a few steps closer. Vincent backed up. There wasn't much space left between him and a cold, ceramic wall.
“Ok, I'm sorry” the redhead shrugged. “ But seriously, this isn't a big deal. What's the harm in letting yourself have a bit of fun? There's nothing to dwell on, it's simple.”
Reno had heard stories here and there that Vincent struggled with a lot of inner turmoil, even voices. Some kind of post traumatic bullshit. Honestly, he couldn't care less. So what if the man was a mess? He was a fucking hot mess. That's all that really mattered. It just meant he had to approach him delicately. Like a caged animal, desperate for attention but unsure of human hands.
“Why make it complicated?” he stepped even closer to the dark haired man, until Vincent had no place to go. His back brushed against the tile, those red eyes appeared nervous, darting anywhere to avoid the Turk's wanton gaze.
Reno raised his hand tentatively to cradle a pale, soft cheek.
He was met with no resistance.
Vincent remained silently still, his breathing faint but growing more rapid. Despite any mental conflict, if the man didn't want any part of this, Reno would most likely be nursing a few broken fingers by now.
He continued to caress that beautiful face, and plunged his hands into the soft, black hair. Dark lashes fluttered with blinks as he massaged the anxiety out of the back of a tense neck.
Taking a final step forward, Reno just barely closed the gap between their two bodies and ran his hands up and down the silky black shirt. Breathing in the clean scent of the other man's hair, he explored the contours and muscles of Vincent's body underneath. With a few small tugs and pulls here and there, he freed the satin material from the belted leather pants allowing it to billow free. Gently pressing his lips against the other man's cheek, he smoothed his hand flatly back up the front of the chest , plucking the buttons apart, exposing Vincent's neck and collarbone.
Reno gently pushed their bodies together, brushing his lips against the delicate, exposed clavicle. He heard a raspy breath escape the dark haired man, which sent a jolt of desire through his pelvis. His dick had been in a semi-erect state for half the evening, but these small breathless noises woke it to complete attention. His first instinct was to drag the man down to the floor and tear his clothes off like a primate, but he knew the situation was very precarious. The ability to remain patient and under control was essential, or else Vincent might be spooked and put a stop to the whole thing. It took all of the Turks will power to hold back, his desire growing by the second.
Gently again, Reno moved his hand to the back of Vincent's head, and lightly gathered a fistful of dark, silky hair. He felt another surge of excitement shoot through his loins as he pressed their lips together. Breathing deeply, he sucked on Vincent's lips individually, first the top one, then the bottom, savouring the triumph of finally being able to do more than oggle them from afar. Slipping a free hand into the black silk shirt, he quickly grazed fingertips around the naked chest, feeling the gorgeous skin, kneading a pectoral muscle. He ran his thumb over a pale, pink nipple in a circular motion, and was immediately surprised by a very discernable gasp. As Vincent began breathing harder, he continued to rub and play with it, changing up using his fingers and thumb, feeling the other man's body shudder under his touch. Reno had discovered a very sensitive area and relentlessly paid attention to it, making Vincent squirm as his eyelids gently closed.
His resolve was truly being tested now. Vincent was subtly moaning, making the redhead's swelling cock scream for attention. Hand's now shaking slightly with restrained excitement, The Turk used one arm to envelop Vincent's slender waist , and kissed him more forcefully, parting those sweet lips to grant him access until their two tongues met. His own breathing laboured by now, he enthusiastically explored the other man's mouth. The sounds of lofty sighs filled his ears and delighted his crotch. The more responsive Vincent became, the deeper he kissed him, and the more impatient he grew.
No longer being able to remain so tentative, careful kisses quickly turned into heated, open-mouth devouring. Reno grabbed that luxurious dark hair roughly in his one hand to pin Vincent's head in place, forcefully tilting it to one side, then sucking on his earlobe, dropping down to roughly kiss his neck.
He drove his other hand down to feel the well-defined adbominal muscles, haphazardly tugging the rest of the buttons of Vincent's shirt open. He paused momentarily to come up for air, breathing raggedly, looking down at the naked torso before him. He could see a series of scars across the flawless , well defined physique. Though slender, the man was very well muscled, just as Reno imagined he would be. Vincent caught the redhead's gaze, and looked away. “It's not the most attractive body in the world,“ he stated, distantly. “I've been cut up a lot... I understand if you don't-”
“Seriously?” Reno interrupted , near panting, with a puzzled expression. “Dude, shut up. You're fucking hot as hell.”
Smiling in disbelief at the absurd comment, he pushed Vincent coarsely against the wall again and crushed his lips against his neck. Vincent shut his eyes, raised his chin, and finally, Reno felt two hands on the back of his head. Up until that point, the man had been too unsure to do anything but stand there, arms dangling. Now, he had both fists buried in Reno's hair, grabbing it tightly as if to hang on for his life. Rolling his head back against the wall, Vincent's chest steadily heaved up and down as he spread his legs a bit wider. For a moment, both their erections rubbed together in the frenzy, taking things to a much higher level.
Reno suddenly became ridiculously aware that he was fully clothed in his work suit, a raging hard on restrained and weeping behind a layer of pants and underwear. He bucked his pelvis forward desperately, dropping his hands to grab and squeeze that amazing ass. His head still buried in Vincent's hair as he sucked on his neck, he started to rock against the man's leather covered crotch with his own.
Vincent was as hard as he was, and both men were straining to feel as much friction as possible through the layers of fabric. Rocking graduated to slamming their cocks together, more under the Turk's control, and Reno was almost giddy with excitement as he felt his hair being clawed and grabbed at carelessly. A hand settled on his pony tail, and nearly dragged him up by it into a series of forceful kisses. Vincent let out a pleading moan as Reno feverishly dry humped against him in a craze of lust.
“Vincent, “ Reno whispered breathlessly, barely looking up from the action. “We've gotta get out of here...go somewhere..maybe my apartm-”
Suddenly he heard a loud, obnoxious squeak as the washroom door opened behind them.
Vincent stopped dead, jumped and pushed Reno away from him. His eyes flashed with anxiety, wide as saucers, his breath shallow .
'Oh fuck, no. PLEASE no...' The redhead thought to himself. He hadn't forgotten they were in a public washroom, which was why he was about to blurt out a suggestion of taking this to a different venue..as for Vincent, well the expression draped on Vincent's face was alarmingly readable. Seems he may have forgotten where they were for a bit. Reno just couldn't let that fear and anxiety make him want to leave. They were doing so well..
However, if he asked Vincent back to his place, which would require filtering through the obnoxious people of the bar, past the prying eyes of his “friends”, waiting and hailing a cab, 10 minute ride, there was a very high risk that the gorgeous man would lose his nerve, and his alcohol buzz. Reno mentally slapped himself for not be cognizant enough to drag Vincent away earlier. He just got caught up in the heat of the moment.
Fuuuuck.
Reno ran the tap and washed his hands. It was a feeble masquerade to say the least. The patron that so rudely interrupted them, strolled slowly over to a urinal.
They stood there like animals stunned by headlights The patron taking a bloody eternity to pee. If it wouldn't completely kill the mood, Reno would have considered shooting bullets at his feet to hurry the idiot up.
Since this wasn't the first time Reno had been walked in on by a stranger in a public place, he didn't really give a shit, he just wanted the guy to hurry the fuck up and leave. Vincent however, was starting to look a bit green.
Not good. Not good at all.
Managing to make eye contact with the dark-haired man, Reno gestured him quietly to follow. Strolling casually, he walked passed the row of urinals and turned a corner. There were 3 stalls. Quickly, he opened the door of the one furthest in. Holding it ajar, he motioned for Vincent to enter.
Slowly, hesitantly, thankfully, the dark haired man complied.
Reno locked the stall door behind him, and drew in a deep breath.
In one foul swoop, he zipped around, knocked the toilet seat cover shut with his foot, grabbed Vincent by the lapels of his already open shirt and slammed him against the interior wall. Impatiently, he clawed at the material and yanked it down, one remaining sleeve getting caught on Vincent's watch strap.
“Wait,” a low, raspy voice pleaded. Vincent's now naked chest was heaving up and down.
Reno looked up in disbelief, “For fuck's sakes, what?”
During the time it took for the man to collect his thoughts, the Turk carelessly tore his own work shirt open. One of the buttons flew off in his haste, making a high pinging sound as it ricocheted off the porcelain bowl below him. Grasping at Vincent's belt buckle, he paused, and looked up again, waiting for a response.
“What?” he slammed one of his hands beside Vincent's head to steady himself in the cramped space. His patience was wearing thin, and he was starting to grow annoyed.
“It's just, this place. It's a public toilet, it's a bit...” Vincent mumbled, looking unimpressed at the decor.
“A bit...skeezy?” Reno blurted out, exasperated. “You got any better ideas, your highness?”
He stared into Vincents eyes, but decided that it would be a mistake to let the pretty little bag of nightmares dwell on it. A better idea would be to continue, and force Vincent to cease caring about their location.
“Just shut the fuck up. Do what I do, stop thinking about it.”
Reno grabbed Vincent's face in his hands and mauled his lips, smushing their naked chests together. The feeling of skin on skin after such an ardurous process felt divine. Their belt buckles were clicking against each other, and Reno quickly moved his hands down to undo the both of them. His was a cinch. On the other hand, Valentine of course, just had to wear a decorative belt buckle that didn't work like anyone Reno had ever seen.
“This is like picking a fuckin' lock,” he hoarsed under his breath, panting. As he worked on it, he dropped his head down and licked Vincent's nipple, sucking on it passionately to keep the man under his spell. Sinking to his knees, Reno kissed, sucked and licked his way down the smooth white torso, paying special attention to the nooks in those amazing abs. He even started mouthing Vincents cock through the leather pants as he continued to struggle with the evil fucking piece of metal.
Vincent's gaze was looking forward hazily. He could feel his heart rate rising rapidly, and his lungs were working overtime. He couldn't believe what was happening, but it had been so long since anyone had touched him, or since he had touched anyone else. His brain was a sea of conflict. Filled with lust, desire and curiousity, drunk on both booze and desire. Yet at the same time he felt guilty, dirty, and uncertain.
“Reno,” he breathed, in a low, husky tone. “Reno...”
“If you're starting to call my name now, I can't imagine what you'll think when I actually get this piece of shit belt off of you,” the redhead snarled, seriously considering using his drop gun to shoot the fucking thing off.
Vincent closed his eyes and rolled his head against the wall, near breathless, “Two things. I've never been with a man before... and, the buckle can't be undone traditionally, it has a trigger on the bottom. It just pops off automatically.”
Eee? Reno stopped all he was doing and truly focused. He found a small metal button, that blended into the design. Upon pressing it, he heard a release mechanism and the buckle dropped open. Much like a seatbelt in an automobile.
“Well fuck me...” he declared in disbelief. Growing excited again, he grabbed Vincent's tight little ass cheeks with both hands and buried his face in the crotch in front of him. He deeply breathed in the smell of the leather as he folded his fingers over the waistline. With one hand, he gave the front of the pants a rough tug and watched as the buttons gave way easily, then using both hands, he firmly yanked down on them, prying Vincent out of the snug fitting trousers.
“Reno, did you hear me?” a panting voice from above.
He worked until the leather pants were down to about the mid-thigh, Now the only barrier left between his mouth and that long, hard cock was a simple pair of cotton boxer breifs. The pink tip of Valentine's length was slightly peeking out of the band at the top, and Reno couldn't help but lick it gently just once or twice before anything else.
Vincent jerked his hips back as he felt a tongue lapping at the tip of his member, and Reno found his head being painfully dragged up by his hair to meet near glowing red eyes. He furrowed his brow in irritation, and grasped at the man's wrists to let go, “What the hell, man?”
...Oh right. That thing about this being his first encounter with a male.
“Ok, ya I heard you,” Reno shrugged. “ I just don't care.”
“I don't know what I'm doing.” Vincent warned.
Reno noted his concern, but had to hide his smirk. Hard to believe a looker like Valentine had never been with a man before. Other than that, there wasn't going to be any chick flick moment where the two men talked in depth about the emotional impact of getting fucked. He would have to be more careful however, which meant this wasn't going to be the quick, nasty screw in the bathroom he'd anticipated.
Without looking down, he unbuttoned his pants and heard the swish of them falling around his ankles, followed by a low clunk of the belt hitting the tiled floor. Deciding to just delve in face first, he stuck his tongue in Vincent's mouth so forcefully that the man's head was practically pinned. It took him only seconds to shove both their underwear down far enough that when he thrust forward with his pelvis, he finally felt Vincent's bare, hard cock against his abdomen. Groaning a heavy sigh of relief and desire, he tried to absorb everything on the man's body in a flurry of touches, pressing their bodies together. His hands played with both nipples at once while his tongue continuously ravaged Vincent's mouth.
For a moment, Reno's heart stopped as he came to the realization that he was being fondled. Vincent's hands on his face, searching the muscles on his body, massaging his nipples, and finally they squeezed his ass, pulling it in so they could continuously rub their erections together. If that wasn't hot enough, it was Vincent who reached down to the area between Reno's legs and ever so lightly, he felt the man's hand fondling his balls.
Reno's knees weakened at the sensation. He closed his eyes and rested his head for a few laboured breaths on Vincent's shoulder as he tried to muffle a sighing moan. He turned his head to suck on Vincent's ear and just about died when he felt that hand move from his balls to wrap itself around his cock. It slid up and down, slowly, a bit unsure, sometimes fingers felt the head of it, and circling it. Then they held it firm and slid back down, almost examining every vein, searching the soft skin of the underside. Reno couldn't help but sink his teeth somewhat into Vincent's shoulder, anything to silence the mounting noises that were starting to escape his mouth.
“Holy shit I wanna fuck you so badly,” he blurted, panting, sound muffled. Vincent's hand lingered on his dick, but paused it's stroking. He tilted his head until his lips were near Reno's ear.
“ I.. didn't think we'd be doing that- or if we did, I thought I'd be doing it to you.”
What? Reno's eyes opened, bewildered. It never occurred to him that Valentine was anything but a bottom, regardless of his inexperience.
“That's pretty ballsy for a guy who's never done this before.” he smiled, massaging the other man's backside as he nuzzled the side of his face. The truth of the matter was that Reno was in fact, usually a bottom. He liked it a lot. However, something about Vincent's etheral beauty cultivated more dominating instincts in him. He was having a lot of fun taking control.
The redhead slid his cock against Vincent's, and surprising him, grabbed both their erections in a tight grip. He started moving his palm, fondling them together simultaneously with long, thorough strokes. Vincent just about crumpled into his chest, a faint moan with every exhale as his eyelids fluttered at the sensation.
Oh god, yes. The control was exciting as hell.
“I'll tell you what Valentine. You give me 3 minutes to convince you to let me fuck you. If by the end of those 3 minutes you still want to be on top, so be it.”
The only sign that Vincent had understood the bargain was a different kind of moan. Good enough.
Reno had to act fast, his cock was aching, but he was pretty confident Vincent was a natural bottom and just didn't know it yet. Slumping to his knees, he almost swallowed the dark-haired man's cock whole. He moved back and forth, and took some time to suckle the head, pressing his tongue into the small hole at the tip to tease. Vincent's head flew back so fast that even Reno heard the thump it made as it contacted the wall. Grabbing handfuls of red hair again with both hands, the man rocked his hips to meet the rhythm, sighing.
Reno had sucked cock so many times in his life, he could probably teach a seminar. Skilled enough to do this hands free momentarily, he grabbed Vincent's tight leather pants and wedged them the rest of the way down around his boots. They were still a bit confining, but that was the best it was going to get. There was simply no room for the two men to get completely naked in the small stall. It also wasn't practical. Wrapping a free hand firmly around the shaft of the cock, he started pumping it, knowing it would slide well now that it was coated in saliva. His other hand searched his crumpled pants for the pocket where he kept a small tube of lube. With his lifestyle, it was always a necessity just in case emergencies like this one arose, where he might be stranded in a place without.
He squeezed a generous amount into one of his hands, and looked up.
“Just relax.”
Reno pryed Vincent's legs apart as far as they could go considering his ankles were slightly bound. Grabbing the shaft of his cock in one hand, he tilted it slightly and started pressing Vincent's soft scrotum with his tongue.
A fairly loud gasp echoed over his head, and he smirked, knowing it was only going to get better. With his other hand, Reno smoothed a glob of cool lubricant on the perineum, the small expanse of skin located between the other man's balls and his opening. Gently, he spread it around, coating the tight entrance as well. Continuously sucking Vincent's scrotum, he began to rub and press against the soft perineum with his thumb, making sure to prod it for awhile and spend some quality time stimulating the prostate from the outer side.
Breathing irratic, Vincent started pumping his hips, sliding his cock into Reno's right hand.
But Reno let go of it.
“Sorry gorgeous, if you do that, you'll come pretty fast. We need a little more time..though fucking hell, you look good.”
Reno drank the sight of the man in. He was so hot, face all flushed and eyes half-closed dreamily. A few strands of long dark hair were plastered to his face, nearly sticking to his mouth, and he had released Reno's hair so he could reach above himself with both arms, grabbing the top of the stall for steadiness. Chest heaving, he didn't even bother to attempt a response, just a jerk of his hips towards Reno's face, his cock hitting nothing, bobbing helplessly in the air.
If only taking a picture of him to jerk off to later wasn't a total violation of everything.
The redhead took another deep breath in, and took a minute to squeeze his own aching erection, trying to calm it down somehow while he went back to work on Vincent's ass. Rubbing the entrance to the man's anus, he slowly slid his middle finger inside and felt the man jump slightly.
“It's ok, just relax and give it a chance. Don't tense any muscles.” Reno reassured. He carefully searched around, sucking the tip of Vincent's length to distract him from the temporary disomfort.
“I can't believe I'm doing this,” the man exhaled, torn by his own body's reactions. Despite feeling the strange discomfort of being penetrated, the redhead's mouth on his cock felt so amazing that his head was swimming.
Reno continued his efforts until he found that right spot, and stroked it with his finger, grazing it back and forth.
Vincent let out a loud, sharp, gasp, followed by a shocked silence.
“There we go. That's what I was looking for, “ the Turk smiled.
Still sucking on the very base of the shaft and scrotum, Reno gently probed into Vincent, making sure he knew exactly what made the man squirm with such pleasure. He was tight, but upon discovering his prostate for the first time in his life, he wasn't complaining about any pain. Just whining through clenched teeth at the ecstasy of having that spot stimulated again and again as Reno licked and sucked his length up and down. He mercilessly hit the spot over and over, just to watch Vincent writhe beautifully at his touch. Pale hips started to move again, haphazardly bucking into the redheads mouth, straining to create a rhythm. Vincent was lost in pleasure, not conscious of how loud his moans were becoming.
“Shhhhhh,” Reno reminded. “Turn the volume down.”
Oh the hypocrisy. When he was getting fucked, most men with neighbours opted to gag him to stifle the noise.
“Please,” the man begged with ragged breaths, between exhales.
Reno's cock twitched.
Vincent had manners. How nice.
If only they were somewhere private. As excruciatingly painful as it was to admit, popping Vincent's cherry in a dank washroom stall, no matter how badly Reno wanted it, perhaps wasn't the best idea. Being penetrated by a finger was one thing, but to truly ensure that he enjoyed the experience of being fucked for the first time required some patience and a horizontal position. Normally, Reno couldn't give a shit about these things, but Vincent wasn't some random slap and tickle. Bizarre as it sounded even in his own head, the beauty deserved better than this.
It was a gamble, but hopefully after experiencing the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life, the man would remember this encounter and seek Reno out again. It was an investment in the future, at least that's what made the batty concept palatable to him.
“You wanna come like this, gorgeous? Want me to suck you off ? ” he asked, breathing a bit laboured from the excitement. Mouth licking and sucking the soft balls in front of him.
Vincent responded by gripping the back of Reno's head, urging him forward to continue, “Please don't stop...” in the faintest whisper. Hips jerking uncontrollably with lust.
“But it's my turn after. Got it?” the redhead took the shaft of the other man's cock in a tight fist, and while sucking on the head, pumped it firm and hard. He increased the speed, only stopping intermittantly to take it deep into his mouth and suck the entire length from base to tip.
Vincent slammed his head back against the stall, delirious in the moment, moving his hips to frantically fuck Reno's mouth in time with the steady, powerful strokes. Breathing so hard he thought his lungs would give out, he couldn't fight back or stifle his own cries of mounting ecstasy. He reached for his own chest and felt a hardened nipple, rubbing it brazenly, not caring to control or hold anything back anymore.
Then he felt a finger inside of him again, pressing and stroking that hidden spot that sent flutters of new found pleasure up his spine. His entire body started to tense as the hot little mouth relentlessly sucked and swallowed his cock at a feverish pace.
His fist roughly seized a handful of bright red hair, “Oh my fucking god...Reno..” he growled, half whimpering. His heart pounding, he squeezed his eyes shut, “ I'm there” Barely able to finish the words, his balls felt tight as he thrust his hips violently forward, then clumsily back to try and impale himself on the digits mercilessly, divinely, probing his backside. Gripping the top of the stall to keep from collapsing, his muscles tensed as he let out one last, gasp. The climax exploded in his cock, and glorious spasms spread throughout his pelvis, flooding his senses. He could feel the thick streams of fluid spurting out of him into the warm, inviting mouth. Those beautiful lips remained firmly wrapped around him riding out the orgasm, that soft tongue lapping up every last drop.
Those beautiful lips...
Vincent sank down to the ground, body tingling in the aftermath, back sliding against the stall. He grasped Reno's face in his hands and roughly pulled him in to devour his mouth, passionately kissing and breathing in everything about him. It was a different kind of passion that was unearthed, his carnal lust had just been completely sated, yet he still wanted the redhead in some intangible way. He kissed him as if in a frenzied trance, wanting to possess him, his hands feeling as much exposed pale skin as possible.
Reno, surprised at the sudden confidence and force of Vincent's actions gave in, and let himself be touched and explored, finally. Clear fluid was lightly running down his cock in small beads, the excitement of anticipation almost unbearable. Then he felt a firm grip around the hardened length, briskly stroking it up and down. Groaning, his heart thudding in his chest, he laid his head on the other man's shoulder, feeling the pleasure mount in his groin.
He felt himself hoisted up by the armpits effortlessly from the ground, as deceptively strong arms placed him in a seated position on the toilet seat. Vincent kneeled between his legs, rubbing the tendons of his inner thighs as he parted Reno's legs wide. Before anything else, for some reason he needed to crush his lips against the man's abdomen. It was flat and well used muscles had made it firm, yet the skin there was still lovely and soft to kiss. Glancing up, he ran his hand over the long red pony tail that had fallen forward to hang below the man's ribcage, “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Clear blue eyes opened as Reno placed his hands on the back of Vincent's head, pulling it forward towards his crotch, “Pretend it's yours. Just suck it.”
No one had ever accused him of being a romantic.
He felt the man's tongue licking his length up and down, fingers at the base of his shaft to hold it in place. Then gloriously, the head of his cock disappeared into a warm, wet mouth as Vincent started to suck as instructed.
Reno arched his back and placed both hands down to grip the toilet seat as he spread his legs even wider, slowly moving his hips.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That's it,” he sighed, eyes closed as he basked in the sensation. He mentally tried to slow his orgasm down, wanting to savour the moment for a bit longer. His cock had been teased to the point where a few licks might make him explode embarrassingly fast. Looking down at the sight of of Vincent's head between his legs didn't help things, so he closed his eyes, wanting to feel every second. He might never get the chance to be with this man again.
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