[My, how the tables have turned; it wasn't so long ago that he was the one straddling Reno's lap, and now it's his Turk perched over him, braced and waiting. And because there's never been any doubt that Rufus is the one in control — always in control, even when matters are beyond his control, he'll always maintain that he has it — he waits a little while without making a move, replacing the same hand that had been in Reno's hair with one holding his face by the cheek.]

I told you I'd make it worth your while, didn't I?

[He draws Reno close, easy and slow, and when he's confident that the positioning of their bodies will make for ample cover, the hand that isn't on the redhead's face slides down between his spread thighs, palming over his arousal.]

You'll win the game on your next roll. First to four. But I'm not leaving this table without a prize of my own, you should know that.

[He tips his chin up, lips grazing just across Reno's — not quite a kiss yet, but a temptation, powerful and heated.]

Be a good boy and come while I kiss you, Reno.

[So he says, the instant before he crushes their lips together.]