Fruit juice works well enough- gotta help supply the bar part of the Harvest somehow. Which means I can't have someone die in the pub through alcohol poisoning trying to teach them a lesson.
[It was only ever a couple of jars of said watered down honey moonshine, just so Tifa had something to mix with to get a certain look with a kick to it. Carried some with him as well, just in case, just for a little something when he didn't want to get drunk off his ass.
Worked well in a few other situations, too.
He did take that offered drink, letting the burn and warmth it filled him with just set in, passing it back before taking another savory dumpling. Whether he leaned back against Reaper or not wouldn't be acknowledged, but his own weight could be felt a bit. Mutual leaning.]
You're still working the Harvest? [Of course he knew that.] You really are laying down all the roots here, no matter how much you deny it. Meeting the locals, working at a pub, making a little home for yourself and friends.
[He chuckled darkly, though it was quieter and smoother than usual. Thank the moonshine for starting to set in, which meant he was needling to point out that 76 was settling in rather than using it as a weapon.
He took another bite of dumpling, chewing on it slowly as they leaned together. Off in the distance, the flowerworks were slowing down.]
[A savory dumpling was used to sort of wiggle and gesture towards Reaper once 76 had picked up another.]
You keep saying that, but it doesn't make it true. You've got a hell of an imagination with me running through it.
[He wasn't setting down roots, he wasn't making friends. 76 was for all purposes making connections to leave behind for the Harvest itself, so that Kazuma and Susato could pick up when he was gone- should either of them still be there. Tifa, too. Would be a large supply of the moonshine to be used, and he would bring up the Harvest if he ever found any 'locals' making other things.
Not leave anyone in a lurch when he eventually left. The allies made would not be left to pick up broken pieces.]
Oh don't worry, my imagination tends to go to dark places. I still think you're putting down far more roots here than you ever would have intended. It's amazing what stealing your revenge away for a time will do.
[It had happened to him in Deerington, and he expected that it could happen with 76. The younger man might actually be more stubborn than he was, especially when it came to hunting for a tidbit of intel or finding a battle to fight in. Fewer fights here, and tonight the only thing they were likely to fight over was the blanket.
76 was finding people to care for him. That was a dangerous.
He sipped the jar and then offered it back to 76, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body. It kept him relaxed more than he would otherwise allow for.]
Just because I've been out of it for a few years doesn't mean shit, Reyes. Prepared to get the hell out of here and back to it the moment the chance arises- but until then I'm not going to be a useless shithead.
[He'd never could be anything less, no matter what it did to his body or his mind; the never ending stress and frustration when stuck behind a desk, unable to go out and do something. Hands tied or risk making a bigger mess rather than doing anything to help-
The wear and tear was never just physical, and perhaps it unfortunately showed.
He did take the jar on offer, and perhaps he took a bigger drink from it than he meant to. Didn't matter, the burn was what he wanted, and could offer it right back to Reaper in turn.]
You mean you can't actually sit idle for any length of time. You're all about building those communities and making them stronger... getting back to your roots. [Way back in the early days of the war and being the Strike Commander before the weight of constant political idiocy had broken the man.] At least you've proven on more than once occasion now that you're still looking for love. [He said the last work mockingly. This wasn't love; it never could be.
Or so he held the personal opinion of. He knew the depths of his emotions when it came to 76, but the history and his own monstrous nature told him that it could never be reciprocated. Lightning didn't strike twice in the same place.
They shared the moonshine in a parody of old times. He stared across the little remote safe house, letting the alcohol soak into his flesh and calm his mind as much as the sex had. If anything, he was more agreeable than he could ever count on being now.]
But not putting any down. If people have to live here, they may as well have some solid foundation of connections they can build more on. [Rather than running around without any sort of base and only going through motions of survival. People were still appearing here, it wasn't just those already here to worry about.
Eyes rolled as he popped in another dumpling to chew and swallow down-]
Only thing funny about that is you assuming I think I can be loved.
[He'd given Kazuma a lighter answer when the kid poked in to how he felt, if he'd ever think about it, but it was far easier to be blunt now. The warmth and buzz of moonshine and it being Reaper.
Just took a deeper drink from the jar before he was passing it back to Reaper.]
Keep telling yourself that, Jack. Maybe someday other people or yourself may actually believe that. You can't keep them at arm's length as much as you think you can. [His tone was far less argumentative than it normally would be on such a subject, like this was more of a playful debate than something he needed to win. Thank the alcohol building in his bloodstream for that.
He looked over at 76 next to him and stole a dumpling to eat in two bites. He shouldn't be eating, definitely didn't need it but hey, it tasted pretty good. As he chewed, he observed the younger man before slapping 76 on the back harder than intended. Another reason he didn't drink.]
You all wound up with self hatred? Just because you don't think you can be loved doesn't mean people don't love you, idiot. You're still such a blond sometimes.
[He took the jar and a long drag from it, relaxing into the burn of alcohol. He set the jar down between them so he could set his hands back on the mattress all so he could lean on them.]
[Didn't even deem to really reply to that and rather popped a dumpling in to his mouth with a mild rolling of his eyes. This wasn't an argument, there was too much of a warmth under is skin that kept riding along thanks to the alcohol hitting him just right. They weren't arguing, just jabbing at each other here and there along with a rather strange sort of conversation.
One that they wouldn't be having if either of them weren't sort of sated by the moonshine and dumplings, along with the act they'd just gone through. The 'flowerworks' were just dull explosions in the distance, easily faded in to the background. Insects were making their noise as it was darker and- well.
Who the fuck cared? 76 popped another dumpling in to his mouth as he closed the package to set aside, leaning over as he picked up that jar to take another deep drink, then set it off the mattress. All so he could lean in close, reach a hand behind to wrap that braid he'd made of Reaper's hair around a hand slowly. Face to face and nose so very close to bumping against the older man's—]
You know how many times I used that stereotype to my advantage, Reyes?
[There came that slow tug of braid, just to slowly cause Reapers head to tip back a bit further.]
Better one is 'blonds just want to have fun' if you ask me.
[He briefly closed his eyes where he was leaning when it was clear that 76 was going to bother even putting up a feeble argument back at him. The corner of his lips twitched in a faint smirk of victory, even if it was only him playing in the first place. Win was a win, and he could be highly competitive when it suited to him. Alcohol only made that playful.
He was aware of 76 next to him finishing up and sorting through the food and drink they had partaken in. He expected that they would probably just lay down and snooze for a few hours before going back to their business as usual. The pleasant heat of alcohol combining with their previous sex meant that he was good and ready to just lounge around.
One red eye cracked open when he felt a tug to his hair to indicate 76's hand going there, and he hissed in half-threat, half-pleasure as his braid was used like a rope to pull his head backwards. He didn't fight much.]
Oh, I'm aware. Probably as many times as I've pretended I can't speak English.
[He raised an eyebrow as he turned his tilted back head just a touch to watch 76.]
Or the times that I've pretended to only know and speak English.
[Or, for that matter, speak another language so poorly that some people felt comfortable speaking around him as if he didn't know what they were saying. It came in pretty handy whenever he needed to talk his way in to getting some funding or favor for whichever scientific program under Overwatch needed it for a push on some breakthrough testing.
He was willing to play dirty when he knew he could get away with it, even if far more subtle.
You always had the pleasant frozen smile on your face as you waited for things to be translated for you when we both knew damn well you could understand.
[76 was sly like that, which he appreciated immensely. Stuff like that always tickled Gabriel Reyes, and it always would. Sometimes he thought it was a miracle anyone actually had the impression that the little shit that was Jack Morrison was the global golden boy.
He watched 76 next to him and shifted his weight so it rested back on only one hand so he could lift the other and stroke his hand up 76's scarred and muscled back.]
I could be convinced. Though, I think I had planned on taming that bush you have on your face first....
Easiest way to learn if there was something lost intentionally in translation if you ask me. More so for those more private talks.
[Some people couldn't be trusted, and it was better for them to show their hand when they felt they had the upper. He had enjoyed being underestimated, had even counted on it at times, leaving some egotistical assholes dumbfounded when he managed to pull one over.
Been well worth it most of the time.
He did arch a bit against that hand slowly as if he were more cat than man, nose so very carefully bumping against Reaper's. Close enough the older man could probably feel how 76's lips moved when he spoke.]
What, don't want to see how much more you can ruffle it up before taming it?
How devious of you. I feel like you're far more direct these days. Old enough to no longer suffer fools.
[Maybe they learned something from each other, not that either of them would ever admit it these days. He had learned from Jack to walk the political circle better and with a far more tempered hand - sometimes, mostly with the Talon council, and maybe he taught Jack to just live a better direct life of trolling and violence.
His nails lightly scratched between 76's shoulder blades, and he hummed at the cat-like behaviour. His eyes half closed as he felt the warmth of 76's breath on his skin, even the brief brushing of it as the younger man spoke.]
So you want me to stay the night and trim it in the morning? I could do that....
[He definitely left impressions when he was doing a job after all, no mercy left in his actions even if he didn't bother with killing if it could be avoided. Sometimes it couldn't. Just how it was. Didn't make it any less satisfying when it was clear he'd struck fear in those that learned the hard way he wasn't the average masked asshole.
Fingers curled while that hand holding the braid lifted, all the better to drag a single claw along the back of Reaper's neck, up in to his hairline, slowly.]
May as well- I'll do a better braid of your hair in the morning if you'd like, too.
[Easy offer, letting his jaw press a bit against Reaper's in a light nuzzle. Beard against beard.]
So sadistic these days... I do like this side of you, Morrison.
[76 had been through more than most and was doing whatever was necessary, though it was going to continue to undermine his own plans if 76 chased after him everywhere. The more opportunities they had to encounter each other, the more difficult it was to talk his way out of why he wasn't killing 76 and Ana. He could not be accused of being sentimental again.
His nails lightly dragged down 76's back then up the back down in a slow affectionate motion. He tipped his head so their cheeks and sides of faces also rubbed, a group effort to let their whiskers scratch at each other. White on white. Never too old for face nuzzling apparently.]
I suppose I could be satisfied with such a deal.
[On the next downward drag of his nails, Reaper moved his arm to encircle 76's waist and pull Jack harder against his side. He began to pull the younger man to his lap because they were clearly staying the night together and may as well make the most of the opportunity that might not ever occur again.]
[Of course there was a low and rumbled growl, the implied Get used to it, because the old him was dead and all that. No bothering to say it, speaking it in to words spoken before, not with the warm buzz along his spine that seemed to follow Reaper's nails. The honey moonshine hitting all the best places, warmed by more than that in his gut.
76 leaned closer even before that arm had gone around his waist, hands repositioning themselves to help guide him right in to the other man's lap. Presse close, allowed him to nip at skin whenever his lips did meet places- the neck, a bare spot along Reaper's jaw. Whichever. A slow indulgent affection that was free flowing thanks to the drink.
Easy going.]
See if we can sweeten it before then.
[A looser tongue as well came with it all apparently. They already both knew they were interested, receptive. No mood to play coy when they were already deep- and may as well indulge before they never acknowledged this again.
Mistake or not, already did it once. More before it was over wouldn't make it worse.]
[Reaper knew that as much as Jack claimed to be dead that such a statement wasn't true. The Strike Commander was still in there but modified, evolved and discarding the need to please to keep the peace and funding. This was raw Jack Morrison again, all heart and determination as he had seen way back when he had first encountered the bean pole of a man almost four decades ago.
He rumbled in his throat when 76 made the smooth shift with a swing of a leg and hands assisting to settle into his lap. His arm withdrew from around the younger man so he could instead drag his nails down Jack's front, over those ridges of hard muscle and caressing old scars.
His head tipped in a show of trust and affection to allow 76's mouth at his neck, shoulders and jaw. His eyes fluttered half-closed, and his interest was stirring between them.]
Bet I can get you squealing this time. That would be sweet.
[He smirked and gave Jack's ass a playful slap with his free hand before gripping the younger man's hip to pull 76 in closer to him so their chests pressed together.]
[76 leaned in to those dragging nails, exhaling a warm breath against Reaper's neck before he was letting teeth press down enough that his bite would be felt, the sharp teeth would leave marks but draw no blood. Showing he would take advantage of the trust, but not cross lines that would take them beyond that line of pain mixed with pleasure to outright do harm. No with this.
Got himself comfortable as he let Reaper moved hands wherever he wanted, 76 just getting his balance as well. He was really doing this, taking this moment for all it was worth in the mind of never looking back on it come the morning. Never bringing it up- but so long as Reaper seemed game? Why not.
All the more reason to leave more bruises on the older man's neck, his shoulder, and even creep back towards lips—]
Be lucky to get any noise with talk like that, Reyes.
[A hand went down between them once he was pull in close after that slap to his ass, and Reaper would feel that growl against his lips. 76 seizing both of their cocks in one hand with a squeeze, rubbing them together slowly-]
So unless you wanna whine? May want to help me here.
[A shiver ran through his flesh at the bite, a sharper inhale coming from him at the threat of those teeth making more of a mark than just raising his skin. It was a thrill he would never admit to that, somewhere deep down, they still had a thick rope of trust between them and they seemed to both know one another's boundaries within that trust. He might have trusted a few in Deerington, but it was never anything quite like this.
His nails dragged hard enough to raise red welts on 76's skin, starting at the back then sides and across Jack's shoulders. He even dragged his nails over those thick muscled thighs on either side of his hips.
His head remained tipped, tracking Jack's progress by the movements of those lips, and he shuddered. He turned his head to capture those lips when they came close in a brief snappy kiss.]
Yet, here you are making noise already. Those noises just happen to be words.
[He smirked and nipped at Jack's lower lip playfully before his eyes fluttered as their cocks were stroked together, and his hips gave a little buck.]
Oh, you want me to whine, hmm? Only if you beg me to.
Fuck your technicalities, Reyes- you've got something else in your hands.
[Nipped tight back and gave both cocks a nice squeezing through again, letting his own hips roll so he was grinding up against Reaper's. Add that much more friction as 76 let that hand keep up the work, slow and steady, thumb swiping over the head of the other man's cock. Let him get him get his hands wherever he wanted.
Already done it once, were far over that hurdle and going for distance now.]
How about I beg you to make sure we're both prepped for another go- or do I need to write you a more formal invitation?
[There was that baring of sharp teeth before he went in for another lip, let Reaper feel those sharp teeth a bit better against lips.]
[He knew he was delaying getting to what they both wanted to needle Jack about it. It wasn't until the younger man made a biting comment of impatience about getting prepped that he actually put in the effort to grab the open packet of lube and pulled it closer so he could put some in his palm then held it up for Jack.]
Someone is eager to ride me hard. I starting to think you like coming undone for me.
[He leaned in to nip at the corner of Jack's mouth, smirking as his hand reached down to join the younger man's one in stroking their cocks together. The lubed up hand moved around to get a finger back into Jack.]
[His nose wrinkled a bit along with his upper lip to slightly bare his teeth—]
I could always say screw your technicalities and fuck me because it's a lot more worthwhile.
[His hand moved up so he could get a hand slicked up, all to return and use it to grasp shafts together for a much better handjob. Working his hand along them both a lot more smoothly, letting his own cock grind against Reaper's as he was already getting hard. All the better friction to share.
76 wanted to at least be worked over good enough that he'd feel the exhaustion that came with it as the burn settle in to a comforting buzz of mixed sensations. Could admit that Reaper'd be just about the only one who could give him that. Not that he'd talk about any others-]
Service me good and hard then, my Knight.
[Tossed right back even as he let out a pleased breath once Reaper got his bit of a start in helping.]
Oh but I will be fucking you. Someone has to tire you would otherwise, the world at large will have to listen to your sad sighing and shuffling about.
[He groaned the last few words out as his hips bucked with the renewed stroking to their cocks, and he was quick to come back to attention as his interest had been roused the moment they were making it clear they'd have another go around. No point denying that he had missed this. He thrust into Jack's hand, breathing harder through his nose.
He leaned in to nuzzle Jack's face with his nose, ruffling that beard as he went too.]
You want to stay up there for this round? Or you got something else in mind?
Let's see if you do manage to tire me out at all then.
[Could press that challenge, because clearly one round hadn't been enough to do that- food and water break in-between or not.
Could keep up the work with one hand, fingertips pressing firmer here or there with each stroke, keep grinding for that extra bit of friction for them both. Buzzed, but not nearly enough to create any performance issues. Let his free hand move, all so he could drag a set of claws up along Reaper's spine—]
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Date: 2022-05-23 10:49 pm (UTC)From:[It was only ever a couple of jars of said watered down honey moonshine, just so Tifa had something to mix with to get a certain look with a kick to it. Carried some with him as well, just in case, just for a little something when he didn't want to get drunk off his ass.
Worked well in a few other situations, too.
He did take that offered drink, letting the burn and warmth it filled him with just set in, passing it back before taking another savory dumpling. Whether he leaned back against Reaper or not wouldn't be acknowledged, but his own weight could be felt a bit. Mutual leaning.]
Keep telling yourself otherwise, gramps.
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Date: 2022-05-24 02:23 am (UTC)From:[He chuckled darkly, though it was quieter and smoother than usual. Thank the moonshine for starting to set in, which meant he was needling to point out that 76 was settling in rather than using it as a weapon.
He took another bite of dumpling, chewing on it slowly as they leaned together. Off in the distance, the flowerworks were slowing down.]
I don't need to. I'm telling you.
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Date: 2022-05-24 02:37 am (UTC)From:You keep saying that, but it doesn't make it true. You've got a hell of an imagination with me running through it.
[He wasn't setting down roots, he wasn't making friends. 76 was for all purposes making connections to leave behind for the Harvest itself, so that Kazuma and Susato could pick up when he was gone- should either of them still be there. Tifa, too. Would be a large supply of the moonshine to be used, and he would bring up the Harvest if he ever found any 'locals' making other things.
Not leave anyone in a lurch when he eventually left. The allies made would not be left to pick up broken pieces.]
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Date: 2022-05-26 02:50 am (UTC)From:[It had happened to him in Deerington, and he expected that it could happen with 76. The younger man might actually be more stubborn than he was, especially when it came to hunting for a tidbit of intel or finding a battle to fight in. Fewer fights here, and tonight the only thing they were likely to fight over was the blanket.
76 was finding people to care for him. That was a dangerous.
He sipped the jar and then offered it back to 76, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body. It kept him relaxed more than he would otherwise allow for.]
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Date: 2022-05-26 03:01 am (UTC)From:[He'd never could be anything less, no matter what it did to his body or his mind; the never ending stress and frustration when stuck behind a desk, unable to go out and do something. Hands tied or risk making a bigger mess rather than doing anything to help-
The wear and tear was never just physical, and perhaps it unfortunately showed.
He did take the jar on offer, and perhaps he took a bigger drink from it than he meant to. Didn't matter, the burn was what he wanted, and could offer it right back to Reaper in turn.]
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Date: 2022-05-27 01:49 pm (UTC)From:Or so he held the personal opinion of. He knew the depths of his emotions when it came to 76, but the history and his own monstrous nature told him that it could never be reciprocated. Lightning didn't strike twice in the same place.
They shared the moonshine in a parody of old times. He stared across the little remote safe house, letting the alcohol soak into his flesh and calm his mind as much as the sex had. If anything, he was more agreeable than he could ever count on being now.]
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Date: 2022-05-27 11:31 pm (UTC)From:Eyes rolled as he popped in another dumpling to chew and swallow down-]
Only thing funny about that is you assuming I think I can be loved.
[He'd given Kazuma a lighter answer when the kid poked in to how he felt, if he'd ever think about it, but it was far easier to be blunt now. The warmth and buzz of moonshine and it being Reaper.
Just took a deeper drink from the jar before he was passing it back to Reaper.]
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Date: 2022-05-29 03:52 pm (UTC)From:He looked over at 76 next to him and stole a dumpling to eat in two bites. He shouldn't be eating, definitely didn't need it but hey, it tasted pretty good. As he chewed, he observed the younger man before slapping 76 on the back harder than intended. Another reason he didn't drink.]
You all wound up with self hatred? Just because you don't think you can be loved doesn't mean people don't love you, idiot. You're still such a blond sometimes.
[He took the jar and a long drag from it, relaxing into the burn of alcohol. He set the jar down between them so he could set his hands back on the mattress all so he could lean on them.]
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Date: 2022-05-30 09:20 am (UTC)From:One that they wouldn't be having if either of them weren't sort of sated by the moonshine and dumplings, along with the act they'd just gone through. The 'flowerworks' were just dull explosions in the distance, easily faded in to the background. Insects were making their noise as it was darker and- well.
Who the fuck cared? 76 popped another dumpling in to his mouth as he closed the package to set aside, leaning over as he picked up that jar to take another deep drink, then set it off the mattress. All so he could lean in close, reach a hand behind to wrap that braid he'd made of Reaper's hair around a hand slowly. Face to face and nose so very close to bumping against the older man's—]
You know how many times I used that stereotype to my advantage, Reyes?
[There came that slow tug of braid, just to slowly cause Reapers head to tip back a bit further.]
Better one is 'blonds just want to have fun' if you ask me.
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Date: 2022-05-30 01:48 pm (UTC)From:He was aware of 76 next to him finishing up and sorting through the food and drink they had partaken in. He expected that they would probably just lay down and snooze for a few hours before going back to their business as usual. The pleasant heat of alcohol combining with their previous sex meant that he was good and ready to just lounge around.
One red eye cracked open when he felt a tug to his hair to indicate 76's hand going there, and he hissed in half-threat, half-pleasure as his braid was used like a rope to pull his head backwards. He didn't fight much.]
Oh, I'm aware. Probably as many times as I've pretended I can't speak English.
[He raised an eyebrow as he turned his tilted back head just a touch to watch 76.]
Are you looking for more fun tonight, Morrison?
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Date: 2022-05-30 02:01 pm (UTC)From:[Or, for that matter, speak another language so poorly that some people felt comfortable speaking around him as if he didn't know what they were saying. It came in pretty handy whenever he needed to talk his way in to getting some funding or favor for whichever scientific program under Overwatch needed it for a push on some breakthrough testing.
He was willing to play dirty when he knew he could get away with it, even if far more subtle.
Gave that braid another little tug. Playful.]
Are you?
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Date: 2022-05-30 02:06 pm (UTC)From:[76 was sly like that, which he appreciated immensely. Stuff like that always tickled Gabriel Reyes, and it always would. Sometimes he thought it was a miracle anyone actually had the impression that the little shit that was Jack Morrison was the global golden boy.
He watched 76 next to him and shifted his weight so it rested back on only one hand so he could lift the other and stroke his hand up 76's scarred and muscled back.]
I could be convinced. Though, I think I had planned on taming that bush you have on your face first....
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Date: 2022-05-30 02:15 pm (UTC)From:[Some people couldn't be trusted, and it was better for them to show their hand when they felt they had the upper. He had enjoyed being underestimated, had even counted on it at times, leaving some egotistical assholes dumbfounded when he managed to pull one over.
Been well worth it most of the time.
He did arch a bit against that hand slowly as if he were more cat than man, nose so very carefully bumping against Reaper's. Close enough the older man could probably feel how 76's lips moved when he spoke.]
What, don't want to see how much more you can ruffle it up before taming it?
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Date: 2022-05-31 01:50 pm (UTC)From:[Maybe they learned something from each other, not that either of them would ever admit it these days. He had learned from Jack to walk the political circle better and with a far more tempered hand - sometimes, mostly with the Talon council, and maybe he taught Jack to just live a better direct life of trolling and violence.
His nails lightly scratched between 76's shoulder blades, and he hummed at the cat-like behaviour. His eyes half closed as he felt the warmth of 76's breath on his skin, even the brief brushing of it as the younger man spoke.]
So you want me to stay the night and trim it in the morning? I could do that....
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Date: 2022-05-31 01:59 pm (UTC)From:[He definitely left impressions when he was doing a job after all, no mercy left in his actions even if he didn't bother with killing if it could be avoided. Sometimes it couldn't. Just how it was. Didn't make it any less satisfying when it was clear he'd struck fear in those that learned the hard way he wasn't the average masked asshole.
Fingers curled while that hand holding the braid lifted, all the better to drag a single claw along the back of Reaper's neck, up in to his hairline, slowly.]
May as well- I'll do a better braid of your hair in the morning if you'd like, too.
[Easy offer, letting his jaw press a bit against Reaper's in a light nuzzle. Beard against beard.]
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Date: 2022-05-31 02:05 pm (UTC)From:[76 had been through more than most and was doing whatever was necessary, though it was going to continue to undermine his own plans if 76 chased after him everywhere. The more opportunities they had to encounter each other, the more difficult it was to talk his way out of why he wasn't killing 76 and Ana. He could not be accused of being sentimental again.
His nails lightly dragged down 76's back then up the back down in a slow affectionate motion. He tipped his head so their cheeks and sides of faces also rubbed, a group effort to let their whiskers scratch at each other. White on white. Never too old for face nuzzling apparently.]
I suppose I could be satisfied with such a deal.
[On the next downward drag of his nails, Reaper moved his arm to encircle 76's waist and pull Jack harder against his side. He began to pull the younger man to his lap because they were clearly staying the night together and may as well make the most of the opportunity that might not ever occur again.]
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Date: 2022-05-31 02:22 pm (UTC)From:76 leaned closer even before that arm had gone around his waist, hands repositioning themselves to help guide him right in to the other man's lap. Presse close, allowed him to nip at skin whenever his lips did meet places- the neck, a bare spot along Reaper's jaw. Whichever. A slow indulgent affection that was free flowing thanks to the drink.
Easy going.]
See if we can sweeten it before then.
[A looser tongue as well came with it all apparently. They already both knew they were interested, receptive. No mood to play coy when they were already deep- and may as well indulge before they never acknowledged this again.
Mistake or not, already did it once. More before it was over wouldn't make it worse.]
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Date: 2022-06-03 01:43 pm (UTC)From:He rumbled in his throat when 76 made the smooth shift with a swing of a leg and hands assisting to settle into his lap. His arm withdrew from around the younger man so he could instead drag his nails down Jack's front, over those ridges of hard muscle and caressing old scars.
His head tipped in a show of trust and affection to allow 76's mouth at his neck, shoulders and jaw. His eyes fluttered half-closed, and his interest was stirring between them.]
Bet I can get you squealing this time. That would be sweet.
[He smirked and gave Jack's ass a playful slap with his free hand before gripping the younger man's hip to pull 76 in closer to him so their chests pressed together.]
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Date: 2022-06-03 02:28 pm (UTC)From:Got himself comfortable as he let Reaper moved hands wherever he wanted, 76 just getting his balance as well. He was really doing this, taking this moment for all it was worth in the mind of never looking back on it come the morning. Never bringing it up- but so long as Reaper seemed game? Why not.
All the more reason to leave more bruises on the older man's neck, his shoulder, and even creep back towards lips—]
Be lucky to get any noise with talk like that, Reyes.
[A hand went down between them once he was pull in close after that slap to his ass, and Reaper would feel that growl against his lips. 76 seizing both of their cocks in one hand with a squeeze, rubbing them together slowly-]
So unless you wanna whine? May want to help me here.
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Date: 2022-06-05 03:31 pm (UTC)From:His nails dragged hard enough to raise red welts on 76's skin, starting at the back then sides and across Jack's shoulders. He even dragged his nails over those thick muscled thighs on either side of his hips.
His head remained tipped, tracking Jack's progress by the movements of those lips, and he shuddered. He turned his head to capture those lips when they came close in a brief snappy kiss.]
Yet, here you are making noise already. Those noises just happen to be words.
[He smirked and nipped at Jack's lower lip playfully before his eyes fluttered as their cocks were stroked together, and his hips gave a little buck.]
Oh, you want me to whine, hmm? Only if you beg me to.
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Date: 2022-06-05 03:53 pm (UTC)From:[Nipped tight back and gave both cocks a nice squeezing through again, letting his own hips roll so he was grinding up against Reaper's. Add that much more friction as 76 let that hand keep up the work, slow and steady, thumb swiping over the head of the other man's cock. Let him get him get his hands wherever he wanted.
Already done it once, were far over that hurdle and going for distance now.]
How about I beg you to make sure we're both prepped for another go- or do I need to write you a more formal invitation?
[There was that baring of sharp teeth before he went in for another lip, let Reaper feel those sharp teeth a bit better against lips.]
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Date: 2022-06-05 05:02 pm (UTC)From:[He knew he was delaying getting to what they both wanted to needle Jack about it. It wasn't until the younger man made a biting comment of impatience about getting prepped that he actually put in the effort to grab the open packet of lube and pulled it closer so he could put some in his palm then held it up for Jack.]
Someone is eager to ride me hard. I starting to think you like coming undone for me.
[He leaned in to nip at the corner of Jack's mouth, smirking as his hand reached down to join the younger man's one in stroking their cocks together. The lubed up hand moved around to get a finger back into Jack.]
Make some noise, my Prince.
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Date: 2022-06-05 05:12 pm (UTC)From:I could always say screw your technicalities and fuck me because it's a lot more worthwhile.
[His hand moved up so he could get a hand slicked up, all to return and use it to grasp shafts together for a much better handjob. Working his hand along them both a lot more smoothly, letting his own cock grind against Reaper's as he was already getting hard. All the better friction to share.
76 wanted to at least be worked over good enough that he'd feel the exhaustion that came with it as the burn settle in to a comforting buzz of mixed sensations. Could admit that Reaper'd be just about the only one who could give him that. Not that he'd talk about any others-]
Service me good and hard then, my Knight.
[Tossed right back even as he let out a pleased breath once Reaper got his bit of a start in helping.]
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Date: 2022-06-06 02:42 am (UTC)From:[He groaned the last few words out as his hips bucked with the renewed stroking to their cocks, and he was quick to come back to attention as his interest had been roused the moment they were making it clear they'd have another go around. No point denying that he had missed this. He thrust into Jack's hand, breathing harder through his nose.
He leaned in to nuzzle Jack's face with his nose, ruffling that beard as he went too.]
You want to stay up there for this round? Or you got something else in mind?
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Date: 2022-06-06 10:39 am (UTC)From:[Could press that challenge, because clearly one round hadn't been enough to do that- food and water break in-between or not.
Could keep up the work with one hand, fingertips pressing firmer here or there with each stroke, keep grinding for that extra bit of friction for them both. Buzzed, but not nearly enough to create any performance issues. Let his free hand move, all so he could drag a set of claws up along Reaper's spine—]
I'm fine like this.
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