It was what it was, and he had hoped that Vincent would move on and have the life he'd wanted to make with Jack- but it never would have been possible, given things had suddenly gone in directions neither of them had planned for. He'd ended up going career when he'd been given that promotion to lead Overwatch as a UN funded organization rather than a strike team.
It was around then that Morrison had realized that things just... weren't going to work. Had been a long talk, but it had been a mutual break-up in the end. Sad, but it was good he had moved on and Jack had let go after mourning the relationship and what he knew he couldn't have.
He was watching Reaper's gloves as well, knowing what the damned costumes did—]
Yeah, won it with the intention of giving it to you.
[It had seemed that almost all of them had had a good thing for awhile, but it had gone bust. He had known he would be career for a long time, and it meant just balancing having a kid. Even then, he hadn't been stellar at making time, and his son had little interest in joining the military. Maybe that was why he had taken so well to Cassidy as he had.
Oh well, all of that went to ash too. That's what one could expect when the world wanted to burn itself down and everyone in it.
For the moment, his gloves remained on the table doing nothing. Just being gloves. He waited and watched them, waiting for the ball to drop. It didn't. Perhaps they were at leave to remove these ridiculous costumes.]
Why?
[He sighed, shaking his head. The answer probably didn't matter.]
Made me think of you when I spotted it among the rest of the prizes.
[All it took for him to decide to not only win the game, but go through with picking it as the one he got.
He leaned over the table then, one hand on it, and picked up the gloze, turning it over in his hand. Wasn't going back on to Reaper's hand. Stayed right there, unmoving, just... a costume. No trick or anything to it.]
Think we can get out of these outfits now- would've been back on you by now otherwise.
A derpy prairie cow made you think of me? I think you're trying to insult me at this rate.
[He wasn't actually offended. He was still coping with the fact that 76 had decided to win him anything during the festival. It wasn't as if he deserved anything like that. He regarded the little plush and gave a shake of his head.
This clearly meant that their time in the costumes was over. That was a relief, enough that he actually lifted his hands and removed the helmet from his head. That too was set on the table next to the glove that 76 wasn't currently holding.]
What are you talking about? You're barely wearing anything. You could sneeze out of that thing.
[Shoulders shrugged all the same, that spread of feathers bouncing and rolling with the movement as he started to feel for a way to get the shoulder piece off. With his luck it probably unzipped in the back.
Had dropped the glove back down and moved to take the damned sandals off first instead, bent down and loosening the top of them so he could work the zipper along the inside.]
I'm still going to need a little help with the top piece, I think it fastens either above or behind the feathers and I can't see to find it.
Magical kid's ones clearly do. I still can't fathom why you would go out of your way to win me a prize.
[He was busily removing the forearm pieces from around his elbows and then working a hand to locate the straps that held on his pauldrons to his shoulders. All the while, he watched 76 struggle a bit with the outfit that was definitely not that limiting.
He slid off the pauldrons and moved over to give the younger man a sharp swat on the ass while bent over before he was reaching out to locate the fasteners to keep the feathered piece on 76's back.]
It's attached to the straps around your arms. I'll have to lift it off.
[That was that as far as he was concerned-] I actually won another one for you the day before, it's tucked in with your supply stash.
[Which he'd left there for Reaper to find himself but, well, may as well let him know that this one had a 'friend' to sit around with or something of the sort.
There was a slight noise at the swat, standing up straight and the sandals kicked aside-]
Snaps at the back of the collar piece attached then, this thing isn't going to fit over my head.
[By he was reaching back, feelin along the back of the collar, so that he could get at those buttons to get it loose around his neck. Then it'd be able to be pulled off.]
What's with the sudden generosity? Is this because I keep having to save you and put your back together?
[He hadn't been back here for the last couple of days, which was fairly typical. They didn't always meet up, but it had been now and again. They let each other know, which he had stopped thinking was odd given they were supposed to dislike each other immensely. Here they were in this crazy rodeo again.
He had unclasped part of the harness that kept it on 76, but then he swatted away those questing hands. He was already back here, and he didn't need assistance to undress another person. He'd done it quite a bit, thank you very much.
It did occur to him in that moment that he was actually helping 76 undress, and there weren't any wounds that needed tending to insist on it. His fingers stalled on the snaps and he stared at the back of 76's neck between the array of feathers.
Slowly, he unsnapped the buttons and allowed his fingers to grasp the straps that went over 76's shoulders and under those arms. The very tips of his fingers brushed warm skin as he 'assisted, even feeling the caress of feathers on his cheek as the piece was removed.]
[It was spoken dryly, because like hell he waned to get in to the whats and whys over why he'd done it. The current one was a lot easier to explain than the one he'd dropped off a day ago- even if it was for the exact same reason; saw it, and it had Reaper come to mind, and so he'd gotten it.
Leave it at that.
76 did huff, but he let his hands move away and instead kept hands lifted, given it still needed to be removed. Very much aware of how fingers brushed against skin. Even before the motion to pull it all up was taken. Tried to pass it off as just- well, he was barely wearing anything and was getting help taking the harness off.
So you got me an owl to go with my magical prairie cow?
[He sounded a touch bemused, and he was curious of what the heck this new plushie was going to look like. Perhaps they could get to that once they had managed to remove themselves from these costumes.
Once his fingers had moved the straps over 76's shoulders and the younger man could remove it the rest of the way without him. Once the feathers had began to drop, he forced himself to step away despite wanting to lean in.]
[He'd liked how it looked and figured that Reaper might find it sort of funny, like he was this new one he'd watch 76 win.
He caught hold of the shoulder harness and feathers, rubbing the side of his neck and bare shoulders. Free of both felt a whole lot better-]
Yeah, got some spare pants in here so I'll get rid of the shorts, too, unless you need some help with the rest of yours.
[Reaper could probably get out of the armor easily. As it was he was moving towards where he did stash his extra clothing, bent over to fish around in the bag tucked away and out of sight. Better to not have his things easily spotted if anyone else ever did find this place and decide to take a peak.]
[He took a few steps away, and he could likely just smoke his way out of the armour that he was stuck in. He doubted it would make much difference, though he did wonder if it was part of him. He concentrated to try to turn the armour to smoke, but that didn't seem to work. He was aware of it, but not in the same way he was aware of the clothing he formed.
Then he found himself distracted from the act of getting out of his own armour when he saw 76 bending over. That had to be on purpose, right? Was this asshole just teasing him and playing the game even more overtly?]
Maybe a little help when you're finished. It doesn't behave like the clothing I'm used to dealing with these days....
[He managed to rip his gaze away, fuming a little that 76 was putting on such a performance. Drop the act, asshole.]
[Fished out a pair of soft material pants that he knew he could sleep in, and for the moment set them on the table in passing as the feathers and harness were draped over the back of a chair. Walking around barefoot because he knew that he'd gotten all of the splinters out of the floorboards and just put carpet over the worse spots.
Gave Reaper a bit of a look over before he was moving, running a hand over armor to look for the places things separated.]
Probably something to do with whatever kept it from being taken off at all. Think I've found where the chest piece separates from the back.
Hold your arms out to your sides for me.
[So he could unfasten the straps that would be arm to do, they were a little bit under one of the armor's petals, meant it would be difficult to get off alone.
[He let 76 come to him, watching the younger man with his red eyes and the corner of his mouth twitched. He remained quiet though he lifted his arms away from his sides so that 76 could have free reign of the straps that held his armour together around his body.
He might not be able to remove the armour by dissolving it, but he was aware of every touch to it. His eyes dropped slightly, watching 76 leaning in closer to him. He felt that questing touch and for a brief moment, he thought of not wearing armour at all. No needles piercing skin, no gauze wiping blood, no slide of bandage material curling around flesh.... just touch.]
You should eat your dumplings after this....
[Yet, he was staring, studying the younger man more closely than he had done in a long time.]
[Fingers ran along it slowly, searching for any straps he was missing- and found a petal like one that curled inside, hand moved under armor as that was snapped free. Back of his hand brushing against Reaper underneath-]
Once I'm sure this is off, sure.
[-and moved to the other side of Reaper to do the same thing, feeling along when the strap wasn't in the same place as the other, fingers moving underneath as needed as one strap was wrapping around rather than being something less round about.
Even moved a hand down to unstrap where things connected near hips just to help this all slide off that much easier.]
Looks like this has more belts to it than your usual get-up.
[Hadn't missed he was being watched at all, but he said he was doing to help so damn it all, he was.]
[He continued to watch 76 closely, remaining still despite that he could feel those fingers gliding over the armour. He exhaled from his nose as the first snap was pulled on the armour, shivering as the strap came free.
He hummed as those fingers moved in search. He flexed his fingers where they were lifted away from his sides.]
My usual get up I can just dissolve, you know.
[His gaze continued before he was leaning in slowly and in full visibility. His hands dropped down enough that he could lightly hold 76's elbows as he leaned in until his lips brushed against 76's.]
Doesn't take away the amount of belts on it, Reyes.
[Going poof didn't make the belts nonexistent, just meant that Reaper didn't have to deal with them whenever he removed any of it. This armor was a different story and 76 was the one dealing with the amount of belts so that the other could slip out of it finally.
Was keeping his attention on task- until he noticed Reaper moving, pausing briefly—
Ah. Well. The slightest tilting up his head had 76's lips brushing against Reaper's in turn, half of the movement out of the shock of initial contact and the rest was something he wasn't about to think about. Not that second.]
[They weren't just used to hold up ones pants or to hold all their materials for combat, though they were definitely helped with that. They were fashionable and could play into intimidation as well, if done correctly.
The armour might not absorb into him, but he was more than capable of escaping it. Watching 76 help work him out of it, feeling the heat that radiated maybe put him in the mood to ruin the whole situation as their lips brushed against each other. He expected 76 to take a swing at him, no matter the tentative touch that had happened on the festival grounds.
He craned his neck to kiss just a little harder then moved to withdraw. He was already thinking of the multitude of excuses that would work if he was quested like when he had peeked down 76's shorts.]
But there was no reply to that, not really. Not with those hands on him and the increasing pressure against his lips. Drawn in almost despite the dizzying mix of feelings pooled together that it was impossible to pry anything apart to analyze- not that he wanted to, either.
Whatever brought this about- this had to be a terrible decision, but the moment Reaper started to withdraw 76 chased right after him with a low snarl. There was no fist coming this time either, even as a hand moved away from where he'd been working at belts to get a solid hold on the man.
This meeting of lips was more like a crash, enough that a sharp canine pressed against Reaper's lower lip enough to be felt. No taste of blood just yet, but there was the warning of it.]
[His fingers gently stroked against 76's bare elbows, tentative as he normally never was. Those gumdrops had pushed them both to making decisions they couldn't consent to, just go along with. It might have been a stricter violation if the pair of them hadn't wanted to delve into it. Even still, it had been a fine line he hadn't expected to cross then.
He was far more careful now. Loneliness was a harsh mistress.
He heard the snarl, and he made a soft bemused sound from his nose in response. He was keenly aware of the grip latching onto him a moment before those lips slammed onto his. 76 was like trying to handle a feral dog sometimes, all teeth and harshness. It might have been amusing if he wasn't immediately turned on by the unexpected response.
His hands tightened on 76's elbows as he slammed back, limited by the full plate of armour he still wore (for now). He rumbled a noise of pleasure at the biting, replying by pressing his lips harder to 76's and trying to show the younger man back towards the table.]
[Gentleness was for something they weren't, felt as if it was toeing a different line than the one already being crossed; that had been carried along with brushes and words spoken in ways that implied things other than what was being said. More so, something gentle being withheld all for the thought of this being some trick.
Could take a harsh roughness easily, that grip remaining firm as the kiss turned just a little biting at the way Reaper pressed back. Let him feel sharp teeth against lips as mouths fit together in something that could easily soften but held firm.
Even as 76 felt himself moving backwards, holding on in some wordless threat he'd take Reaper down with him if he was made to trip. Still, steps were taken back, pulling Reaper with him.]
[It was such a thrill to have a person he could push, be pushed and not have to hold back with. He and 76 had always been able to let loose on each other thanks to the enhancements that the SEP had given them, and all previous partners required a certain amount of concentration so as to not accidentally hurt them with enthusiasm.
Not 76. His lips already felt bruised, and the threat of teeth was delicious. He nipped right back, nudging their noses against each other as he growled at the younger man.
The table wasn't far, just two maybe three steps. Once he was certain that 76's ass was against it, he actually pulled back out of their kiss and out of the hold on him. No threat of tripping yet, but he was already tired of this armour. He stepped back and then turned to smoke to leave the stone armour behind to collapse down on the floor.
He was left in a compression shirt and loose pants. His long white hair swished behind his back as he moved in to fill the space that he had left, hands questing out to capture 76's hips.]
[They had always been able to give and take without worry, made to withstand and take the same amount of abuse and more simply because of what they were to be thrown up against. Took some advantage of that, relaxing and letting loose in ways that simply couldn't be done with other people. They'd heal, wouldn't break- there was no constant need to be aware of pressure of strength being used.
There was something blissful about that, a thrill. Relief they they didn't have to keep such acute control.
Of course 76 had growled right back, and the moment his ass was pressed against the table with Reaper pulling back, a hand had set behind him to keep upright. Letting him go with only a sharp nip for a canine to drag against the other's lower lip.
Could almost laugh at just how damn quickly Reaper got rid of that armor now. and the moment he was back 76's fingers tangle into hair just to have it in his hold. Other hand seizing Reyes' shoulder and pulling him closer.]
[The gumdrop incident had taught him plenty as well as his experiences in general dealing with 76 meant he knew how explosive the pair of them could be when it came to decisive action. Neither one of them was afraid to throw down, and it seemed to him that the festival atmosphere had translated way better to their safe house than expected.
He could have forced 76 to take him out of the armour, but he wasn't willing to risk losing the moment in a long and intermittent foreplay. He knew that one or both of them could snap out of this or realize they had made a mistake and that would be that. Let them make the mistake and at least enjoy the moment before the fallout happened.
He stepped in, seizing 76's hips and jerking them against his head before he was back to pushing 76 against the table. It was definitely not strong enough to stand up against an SEP onslaught. He moaned as he crushed their lips together again, finally lifting one hand to cup the side of 76's face where he could use a thumb to caress that damn beard that always taunted him.]
[It hadn't hurt that those brushes had continued for a bit of their walk to the safehouse- or that Reaper had gone and grabbed his hand, causing them to walk the rest of it hand-in-hand. No one there to see, no outside influence pushing them to do this. This was all their own doing.
Mistake or not, they were following through.
The table creaked under him, the weight of just being pushed back against it as he met that kiss with a low noise of his own. A hand cupping the back of Reaper's head with fingers curled in to that longer hair, mouths fit together as he let teeth nip and even bite when he caught on to how much Reaper was enjoying how sharp of a bite he could make. A leg even hooked around the man's hip as if 76 needed to make room for him to fit in closer against him.
One foot kept firmly planted, bracing himself more on it and Reaper than the table his ass was pressed against.]
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It was what it was, and he had hoped that Vincent would move on and have the life he'd wanted to make with Jack- but it never would have been possible, given things had suddenly gone in directions neither of them had planned for. He'd ended up going career when he'd been given that promotion to lead Overwatch as a UN funded organization rather than a strike team.
It was around then that Morrison had realized that things just... weren't going to work. Had been a long talk, but it had been a mutual break-up in the end. Sad, but it was good he had moved on and Jack had let go after mourning the relationship and what he knew he couldn't have.
He was watching Reaper's gloves as well, knowing what the damned costumes did—]
Yeah, won it with the intention of giving it to you.
[Honest.]
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Oh well, all of that went to ash too. That's what one could expect when the world wanted to burn itself down and everyone in it.
For the moment, his gloves remained on the table doing nothing. Just being gloves. He waited and watched them, waiting for the ball to drop. It didn't. Perhaps they were at leave to remove these ridiculous costumes.]
Why?
[He sighed, shaking his head. The answer probably didn't matter.]
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[All it took for him to decide to not only win the game, but go through with picking it as the one he got.
He leaned over the table then, one hand on it, and picked up the gloze, turning it over in his hand. Wasn't going back on to Reaper's hand. Stayed right there, unmoving, just... a costume. No trick or anything to it.]
Think we can get out of these outfits now- would've been back on you by now otherwise.
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[He wasn't actually offended. He was still coping with the fact that 76 had decided to win him anything during the festival. It wasn't as if he deserved anything like that. He regarded the little plush and gave a shake of his head.
This clearly meant that their time in the costumes was over. That was a relief, enough that he actually lifted his hands and removed the helmet from his head. That too was set on the table next to the glove that 76 wasn't currently holding.]
What are you talking about? You're barely wearing anything. You could sneeze out of that thing.
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[Shoulders shrugged all the same, that spread of feathers bouncing and rolling with the movement as he started to feel for a way to get the shoulder piece off. With his luck it probably unzipped in the back.
Had dropped the glove back down and moved to take the damned sandals off first instead, bent down and loosening the top of them so he could work the zipper along the inside.]
I'm still going to need a little help with the top piece, I think it fastens either above or behind the feathers and I can't see to find it.
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[He was busily removing the forearm pieces from around his elbows and then working a hand to locate the straps that held on his pauldrons to his shoulders. All the while, he watched 76 struggle a bit with the outfit that was definitely not that limiting.
He slid off the pauldrons and moved over to give the younger man a sharp swat on the ass while bent over before he was reaching out to locate the fasteners to keep the feathered piece on 76's back.]
It's attached to the straps around your arms. I'll have to lift it off.
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[That was that as far as he was concerned-] I actually won another one for you the day before, it's tucked in with your supply stash.
[Which he'd left there for Reaper to find himself but, well, may as well let him know that this one had a 'friend' to sit around with or something of the sort.
There was a slight noise at the swat, standing up straight and the sandals kicked aside-]
Snaps at the back of the collar piece attached then, this thing isn't going to fit over my head.
[By he was reaching back, feelin along the back of the collar, so that he could get at those buttons to get it loose around his neck. Then it'd be able to be pulled off.]
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[He hadn't been back here for the last couple of days, which was fairly typical. They didn't always meet up, but it had been now and again. They let each other know, which he had stopped thinking was odd given they were supposed to dislike each other immensely. Here they were in this crazy rodeo again.
He had unclasped part of the harness that kept it on 76, but then he swatted away those questing hands. He was already back here, and he didn't need assistance to undress another person. He'd done it quite a bit, thank you very much.
It did occur to him in that moment that he was actually helping 76 undress, and there weren't any wounds that needed tending to insist on it. His fingers stalled on the snaps and he stared at the back of 76's neck between the array of feathers.
Slowly, he unsnapped the buttons and allowed his fingers to grasp the straps that went over 76's shoulders and under those arms. The very tips of his fingers brushed warm skin as he 'assisted, even feeling the caress of feathers on his cheek as the piece was removed.]
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[It was spoken dryly, because like hell he waned to get in to the whats and whys over why he'd done it. The current one was a lot easier to explain than the one he'd dropped off a day ago- even if it was for the exact same reason; saw it, and it had Reaper come to mind, and so he'd gotten it.
Leave it at that.
76 did huff, but he let his hands move away and instead kept hands lifted, given it still needed to be removed. Very much aware of how fingers brushed against skin. Even before the motion to pull it all up was taken. Tried to pass it off as just- well, he was barely wearing anything and was getting help taking the harness off.
All it was.]
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[He sounded a touch bemused, and he was curious of what the heck this new plushie was going to look like. Perhaps they could get to that once they had managed to remove themselves from these costumes.
Once his fingers had moved the straps over 76's shoulders and the younger man could remove it the rest of the way without him. Once the feathers had began to drop, he forced himself to step away despite wanting to lean in.]
You good now?
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[He'd liked how it looked and figured that Reaper might find it sort of funny, like he was this new one he'd watch 76 win.
He caught hold of the shoulder harness and feathers, rubbing the side of his neck and bare shoulders. Free of both felt a whole lot better-]
Yeah, got some spare pants in here so I'll get rid of the shorts, too, unless you need some help with the rest of yours.
[Reaper could probably get out of the armor easily. As it was he was moving towards where he did stash his extra clothing, bent over to fish around in the bag tucked away and out of sight. Better to not have his things easily spotted if anyone else ever did find this place and decide to take a peak.]
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Then he found himself distracted from the act of getting out of his own armour when he saw 76 bending over. That had to be on purpose, right? Was this asshole just teasing him and playing the game even more overtly?]
Maybe a little help when you're finished. It doesn't behave like the clothing I'm used to dealing with these days....
[He managed to rip his gaze away, fuming a little that 76 was putting on such a performance. Drop the act, asshole.]
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Gave Reaper a bit of a look over before he was moving, running a hand over armor to look for the places things separated.]
Probably something to do with whatever kept it from being taken off at all. Think I've found where the chest piece separates from the back.
Hold your arms out to your sides for me.
[So he could unfasten the straps that would be arm to do, they were a little bit under one of the armor's petals, meant it would be difficult to get off alone.
This'd make it easier.]
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He might not be able to remove the armour by dissolving it, but he was aware of every touch to it. His eyes dropped slightly, watching 76 leaning in closer to him. He felt that questing touch and for a brief moment, he thought of not wearing armour at all. No needles piercing skin, no gauze wiping blood, no slide of bandage material curling around flesh.... just touch.]
You should eat your dumplings after this....
[Yet, he was staring, studying the younger man more closely than he had done in a long time.]
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Once I'm sure this is off, sure.
[-and moved to the other side of Reaper to do the same thing, feeling along when the strap wasn't in the same place as the other, fingers moving underneath as needed as one strap was wrapping around rather than being something less round about.
Even moved a hand down to unstrap where things connected near hips just to help this all slide off that much easier.]
Looks like this has more belts to it than your usual get-up.
[Hadn't missed he was being watched at all, but he said he was doing to help so damn it all, he was.]
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He hummed as those fingers moved in search. He flexed his fingers where they were lifted away from his sides.]
My usual get up I can just dissolve, you know.
[His gaze continued before he was leaning in slowly and in full visibility. His hands dropped down enough that he could lightly hold 76's elbows as he leaned in until his lips brushed against 76's.]
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[Going poof didn't make the belts nonexistent, just meant that Reaper didn't have to deal with them whenever he removed any of it. This armor was a different story and 76 was the one dealing with the amount of belts so that the other could slip out of it finally.
Was keeping his attention on task- until he noticed Reaper moving, pausing briefly—
Ah. Well. The slightest tilting up his head had 76's lips brushing against Reaper's in turn, half of the movement out of the shock of initial contact and the rest was something he wasn't about to think about. Not that second.]
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[They weren't just used to hold up ones pants or to hold all their materials for combat, though they were definitely helped with that. They were fashionable and could play into intimidation as well, if done correctly.
The armour might not absorb into him, but he was more than capable of escaping it. Watching 76 help work him out of it, feeling the heat that radiated maybe put him in the mood to ruin the whole situation as their lips brushed against each other. He expected 76 to take a swing at him, no matter the tentative touch that had happened on the festival grounds.
He craned his neck to kiss just a little harder then moved to withdraw. He was already thinking of the multitude of excuses that would work if he was quested like when he had peeked down 76's shorts.]
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But there was no reply to that, not really. Not with those hands on him and the increasing pressure against his lips. Drawn in almost despite the dizzying mix of feelings pooled together that it was impossible to pry anything apart to analyze- not that he wanted to, either.
Whatever brought this about- this had to be a terrible decision, but the moment Reaper started to withdraw 76 chased right after him with a low snarl. There was no fist coming this time either, even as a hand moved away from where he'd been working at belts to get a solid hold on the man.
This meeting of lips was more like a crash, enough that a sharp canine pressed against Reaper's lower lip enough to be felt. No taste of blood just yet, but there was the warning of it.]
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He was far more careful now. Loneliness was a harsh mistress.
He heard the snarl, and he made a soft bemused sound from his nose in response. He was keenly aware of the grip latching onto him a moment before those lips slammed onto his. 76 was like trying to handle a feral dog sometimes, all teeth and harshness. It might have been amusing if he wasn't immediately turned on by the unexpected response.
His hands tightened on 76's elbows as he slammed back, limited by the full plate of armour he still wore (for now). He rumbled a noise of pleasure at the biting, replying by pressing his lips harder to 76's and trying to show the younger man back towards the table.]
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Could take a harsh roughness easily, that grip remaining firm as the kiss turned just a little biting at the way Reaper pressed back. Let him feel sharp teeth against lips as mouths fit together in something that could easily soften but held firm.
Even as 76 felt himself moving backwards, holding on in some wordless threat he'd take Reaper down with him if he was made to trip. Still, steps were taken back, pulling Reaper with him.]
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Not 76. His lips already felt bruised, and the threat of teeth was delicious. He nipped right back, nudging their noses against each other as he growled at the younger man.
The table wasn't far, just two maybe three steps. Once he was certain that 76's ass was against it, he actually pulled back out of their kiss and out of the hold on him. No threat of tripping yet, but he was already tired of this armour. He stepped back and then turned to smoke to leave the stone armour behind to collapse down on the floor.
He was left in a compression shirt and loose pants. His long white hair swished behind his back as he moved in to fill the space that he had left, hands questing out to capture 76's hips.]
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There was something blissful about that, a thrill. Relief they they didn't have to keep such acute control.
Of course 76 had growled right back, and the moment his ass was pressed against the table with Reaper pulling back, a hand had set behind him to keep upright. Letting him go with only a sharp nip for a canine to drag against the other's lower lip.
Could almost laugh at just how damn quickly Reaper got rid of that armor now. and the moment he was back 76's fingers tangle into hair just to have it in his hold. Other hand seizing Reyes' shoulder and pulling him closer.]
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He could have forced 76 to take him out of the armour, but he wasn't willing to risk losing the moment in a long and intermittent foreplay. He knew that one or both of them could snap out of this or realize they had made a mistake and that would be that. Let them make the mistake and at least enjoy the moment before the fallout happened.
He stepped in, seizing 76's hips and jerking them against his head before he was back to pushing 76 against the table. It was definitely not strong enough to stand up against an SEP onslaught. He moaned as he crushed their lips together again, finally lifting one hand to cup the side of 76's face where he could use a thumb to caress that damn beard that always taunted him.]
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Mistake or not, they were following through.
The table creaked under him, the weight of just being pushed back against it as he met that kiss with a low noise of his own. A hand cupping the back of Reaper's head with fingers curled in to that longer hair, mouths fit together as he let teeth nip and even bite when he caught on to how much Reaper was enjoying how sharp of a bite he could make. A leg even hooked around the man's hip as if 76 needed to make room for him to fit in closer against him.
One foot kept firmly planted, bracing himself more on it and Reaper than the table his ass was pressed against.]
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