[ Of all the possible scenarios, the one happening is also the one Reno never thought about. True, it was once in a blue moon that Rude messed with Reno, and Reno always latched onto it like a fish on a hook— but that wasn't the case here. This was a—
—natural progression, so to speak. Or at least felt like it to Reno. Another step, and he was the one to decide how far it goes. He was the one that could say "no"—
He doesn't say "no".
Something's tingling in his body as he knows that Rude focuses his gaze on him. Chess are set, the door remains closed, three pieces remain on the table— the thought of Rude staying in the room for everything that might transpire runs through his body like a violent wave. There are a few moments of silence that seem to stretch on forever. Both dragons are comfortable with silence, it's Reno who never shuts up after all. Then it all clicks in place and he turns to Archer—
A handsome face, impressive physique; the eyes can't compare, no, but there are still subtle signs. The steel covers something...warmer, than the man would let to be seen. Well, he's still not running away, and Reno runs his hand along the chiseled jaw, down the long neck— and lower, starting undoing from the third button casually. ]
Where were we— ah yes, expectations. [ Reno's own voice sounds foreign to him. Breathless and heavy, offsetting Archer's uncanny calm. ] Do I expect you to roll over...? If that's what you want I could make you.
[ One more button open. ]
The thing is— I don't know what you want, and you're not making it easy to figure out. So just tell me
[ At least now Reno knows very well what he wants. He wants to give the best show Rude could ever see. Putting himself on display to please his partner is a sudden and rather simple desire that reached him unexpectedly. Perhaps more of Rude's intention in staying here is to ensure he's kept safe— still, he wants to test this resolve ]
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—natural progression, so to speak. Or at least felt like it to Reno. Another step, and he was the one to decide how far it goes. He was the one that could say "no"—
He doesn't say "no".
Something's tingling in his body as he knows that Rude focuses his gaze on him. Chess are set, the door remains closed, three pieces remain on the table— the thought of Rude staying in the room for everything that might transpire runs through his body like a violent wave. There are a few moments of silence that seem to stretch on forever. Both dragons are comfortable with silence, it's Reno who never shuts up after all. Then it all clicks in place and he turns to Archer—
A handsome face, impressive physique; the eyes can't compare, no, but there are still subtle signs. The steel covers something...warmer, than the man would let to be seen. Well, he's still not running away, and Reno runs his hand along the chiseled jaw, down the long neck— and lower, starting undoing from the third button casually. ]
Where were we— ah yes, expectations. [ Reno's own voice sounds foreign to him. Breathless and heavy, offsetting Archer's uncanny calm. ] Do I expect you to roll over...? If that's what you want I could make you.
[ One more button open. ]
The thing is— I don't know what you want, and you're not making it easy to figure out. So just tell me
[ At least now Reno knows very well what he wants. He wants to give the best show Rude could ever see. Putting himself on display to please his partner is a sudden and rather simple desire that reached him unexpectedly. Perhaps more of Rude's intention in staying here is to ensure he's kept safe— still, he wants to test this resolve ]