[Reno's thoughts are pure chaos, and yet there is a blissful silence at the same time as he tries to calm down after this adrenaline fuelled high that he just went through.
He's breathing heavily, gasping for air still when they break the kiss, his lips apart, swollen red and glistening wet. He's still holding on to Rufus' shoulders as if they were the lifeline that are still connecting him to the here and now, while every fibre of his got pulled into oblivion and back, and those words of praise make him shudder again, a soft whimper escaping him as the mask of cockyness that he wears so well has completely slipped for now.
He wants more of these words, more of these compliments, more soft touches in his neck and more fucking praise from Rufus if this is the result.
He's not sure how long he remains like that, until some part of his brain that has apparently returned to the here and now reminds him that there is still a game to be played and to be won, and with one shaking hand and yet another shuddering breath, he reaches for the dice with one hand, the other still steading himself on Rufus' shoulder, and he rolls.
3 and 8.
It's so tame after everything else, and with all that tension in his body honey Reno can't help but start to chuckle at the results.]
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He's breathing heavily, gasping for air still when they break the kiss, his lips apart, swollen red and glistening wet.
He's still holding on to Rufus' shoulders as if they were the lifeline that are still connecting him to the here and now, while every fibre of his got pulled into oblivion and back, and those words of praise make him shudder again, a soft whimper escaping him as the mask of cockyness that he wears so well has completely slipped for now.
He wants more of these words, more of these compliments, more soft touches in his neck and more fucking praise from Rufus if this is the result.
He's not sure how long he remains like that, until some part of his brain that has apparently returned to the here and now reminds him that there is still a game to be played and to be won, and with one shaking hand and yet another shuddering breath, he reaches for the dice with one hand, the other still steading himself on Rufus' shoulder, and he rolls.
3 and 8.
It's so tame after everything else, and with all that tension in his body honey Reno can't help but start to chuckle at the results.]