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IXI
Reno wasn't so much strong as he apparently had a vast knowledge of pressure points. His hands laced around Sephiroth's, pushing back on his thumbs. His hair tickled against Sephiroth's throat when Reno dipped his head to kiss him again.
Unaccustomed to being restrained, Sephiroth had to fight hard not to fight back. Once Reno�s tongue invaded his mouth, however, all thoughts of resistance fled. What he wanted was more of this, more of Reno inflaming him, overtaking him, consuming him. Unable to free his hands because of the unique hold Reno had taken them in, he opted to use the rest of his body as leverage. He bucked upwards, trying to unseat Reno. The Turk, however, proved to be tenaciously solid in his position.
Reno's knees dug into Sephiroth's hips. He let go of one of the general's hands and then the other, sliding back and placing his hands on either side of Sephiroth's head. Their noses brushed against each other. "Still waiting for those� consequences."
Sephiroth smiled, and it was a slow, predatory smile. �Very well,� he said softly, and suddenly he was moving. He reared up while throwing his weight to the side; as they fell from the couch he tangled his legs with Reno�s, and when they struck the floor �Reno first, bearing Sephiroth�s weight- he caught the redhead�s wrists in his hands and kept them firmly pinioned above his head.
�Now,� Sephiroth breathed, shifting his weight just enough that Reno could tell how very aroused he was, and vice versa. �About those consequences � are you sure you want to � experience them?� He lowered his head as he spoke so that his breath danced along the line of Reno�s jaw, and as he waited for the Turk to respond he bit gently at the hollow of his throat.
Reno's head tilted back for a half second before he growled at the man above him. "What do you think?" He made an attempt to buck Sephiroth off of him then.
The General remained firmly where he was, tilting his head to the side in an almost considering manner, �Judging by your teasing, I�d say yes.� He let go of Reno suddenly, rising up so that he was kneeling, straddling Reno�s waist. In one swift, seamless movement he stripped off his shirt one handed, tossing it to the side carelessly. He made no move to restrain Reno further, but simply arched an eyebrow and said, �So what�ll it be, Reno? You can put an end to this right now, and I won�t come after you.�
Reno rushed forward, colliding with Sephiroth's chest and flipping him onto his back. Once again, Sephiroth found one of his hands in the strange, thumb-pressured grip. "Now what's the fun in stopping when I just got started?" He asked, with a knee on Sephiroth's other wrist. He bit a trail down to Sephiroth's collar bone.
�You talk too much.� Sephiroth said, trying and failing to extricate his arms. When that failed he attempted to throw Reno from him as he had before, but the Turk wasn�t to be caught unawares again. Finally he lay still, regarding Reno through heavy lidded eyes.
Reno's position would have been easy to dislodge had it not been for the hold that he used on Sephiroth's thumb. That coupled with the rather painful pressure moving his wrist from under Reno's knee brought him left Sephiroth very well secure to the floor, even though Reno wasn't on top of him. Once again the urge to fight was removed when Reno kissed him. It was intense and teasing, distracting. Then he felt something else, how Reno had managed it, Sephiroth wasn't too sure, all that the general knew at that moment was that his pants hand been undone and Reno's hand was moving in a swift, practiced motion. His thumb rubbed one small circle up and down the center of his shaft, a separate sensation than just the movements of his other fingers.
And just like that, coherent thought completely and thoroughly abandoned Sephiroth. All that mattered was Reno�s touch; his hips bucked upwards into the feel of fingers on skin so sensitive. It took him three tries to speak, and when he finally managed it his words were a broken whisper, �You � tease ��
"Who's teasing?" Reno asked, still looming above him. Sephiroth breath hitched then, it'd been so long, he could feel the pressure pooling in his stomach. Just before he went over, however, Reno stopped. His hand slid back up, just at the V of Sephiroth's hips JUST BARELY away from him and his mouth still brushed up against the general's. "I never tease."
The look Sephiroth gave him was half hatred and half unbridled lust. �Then what,� he asked, lying absolutely still despite the desire thundering through him, �are you going to do next?�
Reno bent down, kissing him with the same slow motion he'd used on the couch. His hand tightened, cutting off an attempted escape from Sephiroth. Then the offending hand slid down again, taking up the same place it'd left off, the same swift motion. And it brought the same heat up around the general's midsection. Once again, however, release was just barely denied and Reno's hand slid back to rest on his hip. When Reno settled up more, the smirk he had on his face was undeniable.
�Let me go,� Sephiroth said breathlessly. Reno�s hand tightened over the hardened length of him almost imperceptibly, but it was enough to make Sephiroth shudder in response. The General reached up with both hands and swiftly captured Reno�s head, pulling it down to his own hard. Their mouths met; tongues darting and sliding against the other, and Reno�s hand flexed again. A rumbling purr rolled its way up from Sephiroth�s head to his chest, and as Reno pulled away he said again softly, �Let me go.�
Reno did let go, in an effort to recapture the general below him. However, this time Sephiroth nearly sat up, propping himself up on his elbows and putting the Turk a bit off balance. Reno slid down, now straddling Sephiroth's hips. He didn't say anything, just smirked at Sephiroth with a knowing grin.
�You do this rather well,� the General remarked casually, as if he weren�t sitting half naked on the floor with his pants undone and a red-headed Turk riding his hips. �If I were to tell you,� he whispered, running one hand carelessly down the broad expanse of his chest, �that I wanted my turn, what would you say?�
Reno's shoulder collided with Sephiroth's again. Driving him back to the floor. The General's hands were trapped again, though the grip wasn't as good as the last two times. Sephiroth was getting used to the attacks, and starting to work around them. Yet, as it stood, he was still pinned to the floor. "I'd say if you're asking you don't want it bad enough yet�" Reno's teeth grazed the side of Sephiroth's neck then, and his shoulder. Moving down his chest.
�No?� Sephiroth said, and his breath hitched as Reno�s teeth grazed over his nipple and then began to bite gently. Although the Turk was reluctant to relinquish his position of dominance, Sephiroth had another idea. As Reno�s mouth worked its magic, Sephiroth let his head fall back and his eyes close, breathing hard. One hand remained in a tight fist at his side; the other, however, made its way down his body, towards Reno�s bent head. He moved with snake-like swiftness, yanking the Turk�s head back and away from his skin. At the same time he heaved himself up, coming to his knees, and quite suddenly he and Reno were both kneeling, facing each other, Sephiroth�s hand still fisted in Reno�s hair. His other hand wandered its way down Reno�s lean torso and then lower; he could feel through the fabric how stiff Reno was. With a curve of his lips he shoved Reno backwards, and as the Turk fell he followed Reno down, bracing himself on his arms.
�You have no idea how bad I want things,� he said. And then he ducked his head, nipping sharply at first Reno�s neck, and then licking a warm trail to one nipple.
Reno made a deep growling sound, first tilting his head back and arching up to Sephiroth's mouth. Then, he seemed to remember that he wanted to tease the other man and tried to rear up of the floor and re-pin General Sephiroth.
�Ah, ah, ah,� Sephiroth chided, wrestling Reno back down. �Maybe I want to tease now, Turk.� But he didn�t re-pin Reno�s arms; instead he let them go, and as his mouth travelled down the center of the Turk�s chest his hands busied themselves with undoing the pants which stood in his way. His tongue dipped into Reno�s navel, gently swirling; at that moment he tugged hard on the fastening, prompting it to break. At the ripping sound Reno started; swiftly the General straddled him, using his arms and knees to cage the Turk. He lowered his head again to fiercely kiss the red head, and at the same time one hand insinuated itself beneath the fabric of pants and boxers. As his fingers firmly yet gently wrapped themselves around the rigid length of Reno�s cock, the Turk made a sound that was very much a moan.
Reno's throat clicked, but no words came out. He rocked his hips forward and then seemed to realize his hands were free. One gripped Sephiroth's wrist and the other fisted in his hair, yanking down on his head and back on his wrist in another surge for dominance.
Sephiroth, pulled forward, was sprawled across Reno. He chuckled low in his throat, pulling against Reno�s hands, and when his resistance was met with a breathy curse and a sharp tug he settled instead for biting along the line of the Turk�s jaw. �I was having fun,� he said, dropping his head so that his mouth brushed Reno�s ear.
"Ahh ahh�" Reno swallowed hard. "What if I wasn't done with you yet?" One hand still held firm in the mass of Sephiroth's white hair.
Sephiroth pushed himself up, his face hovering above Reno�s own. He shrugged with an almost playful smile. �You mean to tell me you aren�t having fun?� One hand strayed back to briefly stroke Reno�s aroused length through his pants. �Certain parts of your anatomy tell me you are.�
Reno's eyes closed in response and he shuddered. "N-never said I wasn't..." He choked.
Sephiroth�s hand continued working him; Reno�s grip on his hair went limp. As Reno�s chest began to heave, as he bucked upwards into Sephiroth�s grip, the General pulled away, getting to his feet and looking down upon Reno amidst a fall of silver hair. He said with a smile, �I�m done now.�
And with that he padded across the carpet towards the piano.
IXI
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