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[How much strategy can be put into a game of luck, really? But if Reno knew, then he would agree that indeed, sometimes taking things slow and having a bit of built up is part of the thrill. And with Rufus, a lot of things are thrilling that would normally be considered boring in Reno's eyes.
Said eyes do linger on his president as he pulls back again, grin back in place.]
Yeah, overall, I'd say so. What 'bout you?
[He tilts his head, having too much fun with this "meeting a stranger at a bar" kind of play, while they both just know.
His eyebrow raises at the roll of the dice, and he starts to undo the tie and unbutton the shirt he was forced to close all the way up earlier.]
How could you tell? Ya know, normally my clothing style's a lot more convenient for interesting things like this. But seems despite it all, the fashion here's quite uptight.
You must not attend this kind of party very often.
[There really is something particularly enjoyable about the thinly-veiled double-speak, the implicit winks and nods and nudges. Of course Reno's not unfamiliar with this type of affair, but certainly he's never attended one the way that Rufus has, because there's attending a party and then there's being a Shinra at one.
He keeps a cool, poised demeanor as Reno starts to get his shirt open — he'll remind Reno later that he's welcome for that, by the way — and makes no secret of the way he's looking him up and down in the meantime, appraising.]
I don't know that "luck" has a lot to do with it. If it does, I'm one to make my own.
[He raises one half-gloved finger and beckons, motioning Reno within reach.]
Not this type of party, nah. That's actually my first one like it, but I'm enjoyin' myself so far,
[His eyes linger on Rufus' pale blue ones, not even blinking as he undoes one button after the other, almost giving him a little show as he folds the fabric apart to show his chest. Really, this is nothing more than his day to day work outfit. Minus his precious goggles and gloves, but he will get those back somehow.]
Mmmhm. Ya seem like the type o' guy that people rarely say no to. Give orders and expect them to be followed.
[Like Reno now following the gesture, stepping right up into Rufus' personal space without hesitation.]
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Comes with being of high rank, around here. It has its privileges.
[And new arrivals don't tend to know their rank or suit until check-in has been completed — at least, he certainly hadn't, when it was his turn. So much the better that he'd preceded the others, then, if it means he can throw his weight around a little in order to get them established.
But for the moment, there's a game to be played, and so he wastes no time in slipping his hand into the gap created by Reno's unbuttoned jacket and shirt, sliding his fingers across one pectoral until they brush a raised nub. His pinch isn't cruel, but it's also not particularly gentle. Somehow, he suspects Reno would like it better if it wasn't.]
Ah, see, you already seemed like someone important to me,
[He smirks, and he thinks back to the talk he's had with Bakugo when he arrived, about the different kinds of suits. He still doesn't know their point beyond the ranking system, but it's at least good to know that this place also recognizes Rufus' worth.
He breathes in when Rufus' hand slides over his skin, holding his gaze right until he pinches his nipple, since that's when Reno's eyes fall shut for just a moment, letting out a small gasp. Oh yeah, he likes to feel what's being done to him, so Rufus found the perfect middle ground.]
Mmmhm, you certainly know what you're doing,
[He winks before turning around to the table, leaving his shirt open as it is. He feels more comfortable like this anyway. He reaches for the dice, gives them another blow and lets them roll ...
9 .... Lick .... And 2. Thigh.
Reno's smirk widens even more as he tries to look innocently at Rufus, but fails completely.]
[What's curious about the way this particular game is unfolding is that, normally, Rufus's focus is almost exclusively on the outcomes. He'll play to win, regardless of who he's paired up with, and will make his judgments and assessments along the way, sacrificing pieces where he has to, on the trajectory that will get him there most efficiently.
It's rare that he actually finds himself having fun. Nearly unheard-of, really. And yet this? This is enjoyable in and of itself, the push and pull of teasing, the double entendres and suggestive remarks — and though he doesn't grin nearly as wide as Reno does at the sight of the dice, he does let his eyebrows quirk with interest, and a little amusement tug at the very edge of his mouth.]
Interesting, indeed.
[He lets that hang in the air a minute, and then —]
[Reno was already curious how Rufus would react. So far, everything has been rather tame after all, so actually having the challenge between them makes things more interesting. And of course, Rufus also has to raise his own in addition.
Reno's eyebrow quirks up, high enough that it would probably vanish under his goggles if he still had them.]
Is that the kind of orders you're givin' the people here?
[He is still grinning though. There is a part of him that wants to drop to his knees and does as being told. But there's also the part that wants to play and wants to challenge, disobeying to the order for as long as he can without ramifications.]
Want me on my knees even faster than the challenge already demands?
It's the kind of orders I give to the ones who like it.
[There's a particular lilt in his voice when he says those last two words, like it, that adds something filthy to the undertones. A little short of outright dirty talk, but not by much, and maybe that says something more about the clean-cut persona Rufus is maintaining right now than anything to do with his willingness to suggest it.
He doesn't flinch when Reno doesn't immediately drop; truth be told he hadn't really expected him to, not so easily. There were roughly even odds whether Reno would lean immediately into a wanton act, or to play the brat card instead.
Evidently we're brat taming today. That suits him just fine.]
[If it was anyone else but Reno, they might blush or at least get pink ears or something. Reno however simply licks his lips, as if he's already preparing for what he is about to do. Yeah, Rufus might be right with both assumptions, however he is not planning on giving in all too easily. He does indeed play the brat card well, knowing it will result in even sweeter (or spicier) rewards than downright following the order.]
Always depends on the situation and the company, I gotta say. Though I never complained 'bout having to spend extended time on my knees, no. When the reward's worth it, obviously~
[He pushes his chair back a little, in part to make a show of making room for the next round of their game to take place, and in part to keep up his effortless act.]
[Reno still hesitates for a moment, but it's the warning of time that eventually makes him drop to his knees and slowly, deliberately, eyes trained on Rufus', crawl over to the president.]
That shall do as a reward~
[He almost purrs, and for good measure, rests his cheek on the very thick he is supposed to lick.]
[Reno has such a knack for taking all the trappings of subservience and making it come off as anything but in practice. Far from crawling in reverence, he all but prowls his way over in a manner that's almost nostalgic — something that touches on an old faint memory of Darkstar, and appeals to the longtime pet owner in Rufus.
He knows better than to mistake his Turks for his pets. But right now that's just all part of the game, isn't it?]
Still not licking.
[But the remark is an indulgent one, and when Reno presses his cheek to his thigh, Rufus reaches down and cards his fingers through that tousled red hair, as if in reward for a job well done.]
[Reno is having fun here, and that's what he radiates, playing into the fact that he knows how good he looks, be it standing or on his knees, kneeling between the thighs of his boss. And he can't deny that a hand in his hair always just feels damn good.]
Wasn't sure whether you wanted it to be clothed or not,
[He smirks, then sticks out his tongue and runs it over the length of the inside of Rufus' thigh. His tongue catches on the fabric of Rufus's trousers, but Reno sees it through, stopping right before any part of him would touch the president's crotch.]
Oh, there'll be plenty of time for that. We've got rounds to go yet.
[And to his credit, he manages not to shiver at the pressure of that tongue, distant and blunted by the barrier of fabric between; it would've felt better to have it wet on skin, but maybe that's why it's all the better that he left it a tease. It wouldn't do to get keyed up too early.]
And who knows how the dice will roll next?
[So he says, picking them up and starting to rattle them in one hand.]
Plenty. Two more each, right? But I'm sure your someone who likes to plan ten steps ahead~
[Reno puts his hands on Rufus' knees as he pushes himself up, keeping the touch light, but there. Checking off another dice roll, if that one should happen. He flips a few strands of his hair over his shoulder that have fallen forward as he stands, and winks before he turns around and struts his way back to his chair, curiously watching as the dice roll.]
[He picks up the dice as Reno makes his way back to his seat, rattling them idly in his hand for a minute before sending them skittering across the table — eventually turning up a 12 and a 10: grind on genitals.
Though Rufus's expression doesn't change, something does glitter briefly behind his eyes as he regards the dice, then slowly looks up at Reno with an expression better suited to a large predator than a man.
That's the thing about playing high-risk, high-reward games: he'll always go for the reward, whatever the risk.]
Well. You did want something a little more interesting.
I prefer to live in the moment. Don't plan much ahead, since it'll mostly won't go according to plan anyway. But it helps to come up with thinks fast and be quick on ya feet.
[The dice land. Well, Reno. Now is the time to think quick. This whole ass thing was screaming HR violation from the start, if Shinra ever cared about something like that (no spoiler, but they don't).
But when he looks back at Rufus, the grin is back on his lips, though there are some hairs in the back of his neck that stand a little on end, but his game face is on. This is exciting after all. But it's also Rufus fucking Shinra.]
[All of his movements are slow, liquid grace — stalking smooth in a way that's almost reminiscent of Darkstar. There's no crawling to be had here, not even a glimmer of subservience; he gets up from his chair and makes his way around the table, motioning lightly with a flick of his fingers until Reno's chair is slid back far enough to make sufficient room for two on the seat.
There are people all around, of course, and watchful eyes from every angle, but this is all part of one of the House's games, and Rufus's window of interest has narrowed down to just the two of them. With almost surprising grace, he smoothly slides one leg to either side of Reno's thighs and takes a seat in his lap facing him, putting himself close enough to lean in and whisper low in Reno's ear where no one else can overhear.]
You know what the best part of this is, Reno?
[The game of not knowing each other suspends for just a moment, because it's so much better this way.]
No one you tell will ever believe you.
[So he says, and rolls his hips deliberately against Reno's in the beginnings of a somewhat routine but thoroughly charged lapdance.]
[He drinks it all in, every smooth movement, every step that Rufus takes to get closer. On the one hand, he can feel his heart beating in his chest, nervousness probably, something he hasn't felt in ages. And at the same time he can't deny that this is fucking turning him on, cause who wouldn't be in a situation like this? The thrill of Rufus being his boss AND possibly people watching is just increasing the excitement. Fucking adrenaline junkie that he is, of course something like this will get him going.
Shit, he wonders how many times Rufus has done something like this, because it looks way too practiced and fluent to be something that he is doing for the first time, and that whisper into his ear ... Reno almost shivers.]
Yeah, I know .. [He finally finds his voice back enough to form a coherent sentence.] But the memory will stay with me, [He grins, only as long as Rufus doesn't grind down, because as soon as he does, Reno has to suck in a sharp breath. Fuck, this is getting dangerous.]
So, uh... How much touchin's allowed in these games? Do I have to keep my hands to myself?
[Cause they hover somewhere in mid air, wanting to grab Rufus' waist (or maybe his ass, but he'll settle for the safer option first)]
Well, that depends. I might be inclined to let you — if you forfeit the game.
[He gets to touch, of course. His arms drape loosely over Reno's shoulders and the back of his chair, both steadying himself and boxing Reno in where he's sitting while the rest of him sways and moves. By all rights he's already completed his challenge, just with this, but Rufus has never been one to play any game halfway, either.]
I'll make it worth your while. And when will you ever get a chance like this again, mm?
[It's actually very likely that he will, before long, given the resort and all its tricks. But of course, he's got no reason to disclose that, so why should he?]
[Oh, Reno is torn. He is so fucking torn between dropping everything right here and just grab Rufus, or to keep playing, just for the hell of it. He's never backed down from a challenge, but when the reward is this tempting ..?]
Is there a penalty for forfeiting the game?
[His hands still hover, so close to Rufus' waist, he can almost feel the body heat radiating through the fabric of the other's suit jacket.]/span>
And exactly howworth my while would it be? [And that's when he pulls his face away enough to look directly into Rufus' eyes, with him being the one to challenge the other.]
[And maybe it's deliberate, the way he keeps his voice even and almost professional as he leans into the business vernacular, juxtaposing just for a moment the image of what he is with the reality of what he's doing.]
You could look at it as a forfeit. Or...
[Reno locks eyes with him, and unsurprisingly, Rufus doesn't waver, more than willing to draw the contact out just long enough to make a point before dragging the tip of his tongue over his lip, tantalizing.]
...you could look at it as us both winning something. Your choice.
[Reno is basically debating with himself whether to give in or not, even though the hardness in his slacks clearly speaks a language of it's own. And it's not like thinking logically, especially not business transaction like, is made easier by the fact that Rufus fucking Shinra, his boss, his president, is currently grinding against his lap.
Eventually, he swallows and finds his voice again, adding a smirk into the mix as he looks at Rufus. Taking his chance.]
I'll forfeit the game if ya fuck me instead. It's what this place wants us to do anyway, right?
[He's quiet for a moment, slowly stilling — giving the impression, at least outwardly, of someone poised on the precipice of a decision and considering it carefully.]
Nice try.
[Or not. Gracefully, he swings one leg back across Reno's lap to rejoin the other, extracting himself from the lapdance as he moves back to his seat and settles back into it, one leg crossed over the other like he's sitting in a boardroom instead of a sex casino.]
The offer expired. Looks like we'll have to keep playing.
[Reno snaps and suddenly sits straight up in his chair again, staring with his mouth open at Rufus. That little ..... Well, to be fair, what did he expect from a literal poker face like him? Reno took his shot, and he blew it. Well, thankfully they're not in Midgar, or he might actually get fired after this who knows?
He huffs in annoyance, but he grabs the dice anyway.]
Should've known that makin' deals with ya only ever turns out well for one side,
[There's no accusation in his voice, he sounds more like a pouting child that didn't get what he wanted. Which is also way too accurate in this case.
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so Rufus is basically a wizard? good to know!
But if Reno knew, then he would agree that indeed, sometimes taking things slow and having a bit of built up is part of the thrill. And with Rufus, a lot of things are thrilling that would normally be considered boring in Reno's eyes.
Said eyes do linger on his president as he pulls back again, grin back in place.]
Yeah, overall, I'd say so. What 'bout you?
[He tilts his head, having too much fun with this "meeting a stranger at a bar" kind of play, while they both just know.
His eyebrow raises at the roll of the dice, and he starts to undo the tie and unbutton the shirt he was forced to close all the way up earlier.]
How could you tell? Ya know, normally my clothing style's a lot more convenient for interesting things like this. But seems despite it all, the fashion here's quite uptight.
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[There really is something particularly enjoyable about the thinly-veiled double-speak, the implicit winks and nods and nudges. Of course Reno's not unfamiliar with this type of affair, but certainly he's never attended one the way that Rufus has, because there's attending a party and then there's being a Shinra at one.
He keeps a cool, poised demeanor as Reno starts to get his shirt open — he'll remind Reno later that he's welcome for that, by the way — and makes no secret of the way he's looking him up and down in the meantime, appraising.]
I don't know that "luck" has a lot to do with it. If it does, I'm one to make my own.
[He raises one half-gloved finger and beckons, motioning Reno within reach.]
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[His eyes linger on Rufus' pale blue ones, not even blinking as he undoes one button after the other, almost giving him a little show as he folds the fabric apart to show his chest.
Really, this is nothing more than his day to day work outfit. Minus his precious goggles and gloves, but he will get those back somehow.]
Mmmhm. Ya seem like the type o' guy that people rarely say no to.
Give orders and expect them to be followed.
[Like Reno now following the gesture, stepping right up into Rufus' personal space without hesitation.]
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[And new arrivals don't tend to know their rank or suit until check-in has been completed — at least, he certainly hadn't, when it was his turn. So much the better that he'd preceded the others, then, if it means he can throw his weight around a little in order to get them established.
But for the moment, there's a game to be played, and so he wastes no time in slipping his hand into the gap created by Reno's unbuttoned jacket and shirt, sliding his fingers across one pectoral until they brush a raised nub. His pinch isn't cruel, but it's also not particularly gentle. Somehow, he suspects Reno would like it better if it wasn't.]
Your turn.
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[He smirks, and he thinks back to the talk he's had with Bakugo when he arrived, about the different kinds of suits. He still doesn't know their point beyond the ranking system, but it's at least good to know that this place also recognizes Rufus' worth.
He breathes in when Rufus' hand slides over his skin, holding his gaze right until he pinches his nipple, since that's when Reno's eyes fall shut for just a moment, letting out a small gasp. Oh yeah, he likes to feel what's being done to him, so Rufus found the perfect middle ground.]
Mmmhm, you certainly know what you're doing,
[He winks before turning around to the table, leaving his shirt open as it is.
He feels more comfortable like this anyway.
He reaches for the dice, gives them another blow and lets them roll ...
9 .... Lick ....
And
2. Thigh.
Reno's smirk widens even more as he tries to look innocently at Rufus, but fails completely.]
Now it's gettin' more interesting.
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It's rare that he actually finds himself having fun. Nearly unheard-of, really. And yet this? This is enjoyable in and of itself, the push and pull of teasing, the double entendres and suggestive remarks — and though he doesn't grin nearly as wide as Reno does at the sight of the dice, he does let his eyebrows quirk with interest, and a little amusement tug at the very edge of his mouth.]
Interesting, indeed.
[He lets that hang in the air a minute, and then —]
This time, why don't you crawl over here instead?
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And of course, Rufus also has to raise his own in addition.
Reno's eyebrow quirks up, high enough that it would probably vanish under his goggles if he still had them.]
Is that the kind of orders you're givin' the people here?
[He is still grinning though.
There is a part of him that wants to drop to his knees and does as being told. But there's also the part that wants to play and wants to challenge, disobeying to the order for as long as he can without ramifications.]
Want me on my knees even faster than the challenge already demands?
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[There's a particular lilt in his voice when he says those last two words, like it, that adds something filthy to the undertones. A little short of outright dirty talk, but not by much, and maybe that says something more about the clean-cut persona Rufus is maintaining right now than anything to do with his willingness to suggest it.
He doesn't flinch when Reno doesn't immediately drop; truth be told he hadn't really expected him to, not so easily. There were roughly even odds whether Reno would lean immediately into a wanton act, or to play the brat card instead.
Evidently we're brat taming today. That suits him just fine.]
Don't tell me you're not at home on your knees.
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Yeah, Rufus might be right with both assumptions, however he is not planning on giving in all too easily.
He does indeed play the brat card well, knowing it will result in even sweeter (or spicier) rewards than downright following the order.]
Always depends on the situation and the company, I gotta say.
Though I never complained 'bout having to spend extended time on my knees, no. When the reward's worth it, obviously~
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[He pushes his chair back a little, in part to make a show of making room for the next round of their game to take place, and in part to keep up his effortless act.]
You'd better hurry, or you'll forfeit your turn.
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That shall do as a reward~
[He almost purrs, and for good measure, rests his cheek on the very thick he is supposed to lick.]
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He knows better than to mistake his Turks for his pets. But right now that's just all part of the game, isn't it?]
Still not licking.
[But the remark is an indulgent one, and when Reno presses his cheek to his thigh, Rufus reaches down and cards his fingers through that tousled red hair, as if in reward for a job well done.]
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And he can't deny that a hand in his hair always just feels damn good.]
Wasn't sure whether you wanted it to be clothed or not,
[He smirks, then sticks out his tongue and runs it over the length of the inside of Rufus' thigh. His tongue catches on the fabric of Rufus's trousers, but Reno sees it through, stopping right before any part of him would touch the president's crotch.]
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[And to his credit, he manages not to shiver at the pressure of that tongue, distant and blunted by the barrier of fabric between; it would've felt better to have it wet on skin, but maybe that's why it's all the better that he left it a tease. It wouldn't do to get keyed up too early.]
And who knows how the dice will roll next?
[So he says, picking them up and starting to rattle them in one hand.]
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But I'm sure your someone who likes to plan ten steps ahead~
[Reno puts his hands on Rufus' knees as he pushes himself up, keeping the touch light, but there. Checking off another dice roll, if that one should happen.
He flips a few strands of his hair over his shoulder that have fallen forward as he stands, and winks before he turns around and struts his way back to his chair, curiously watching as the dice roll.]
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[He picks up the dice as Reno makes his way back to his seat, rattling them idly in his hand for a minute before sending them skittering across the table — eventually turning up a 12 and a 10: grind on genitals.
Though Rufus's expression doesn't change, something does glitter briefly behind his eyes as he regards the dice, then slowly looks up at Reno with an expression better suited to a large predator than a man.
That's the thing about playing high-risk, high-reward games: he'll always go for the reward, whatever the risk.]
Well. You did want something a little more interesting.
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[The dice land.
Well, Reno. Now is the time to think quick.
This whole ass thing was screaming HR violation from the start, if Shinra ever cared about something like that (no spoiler, but they don't).
But when he looks back at Rufus, the grin is back on his lips, though there are some hairs in the back of his neck that stand a little on end, but his game face is on.
This is exciting after all. But it's also Rufus fucking Shinra.]
Yeah. That I did. So? Ya comin'?
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[All of his movements are slow, liquid grace — stalking smooth in a way that's almost reminiscent of Darkstar. There's no crawling to be had here, not even a glimmer of subservience; he gets up from his chair and makes his way around the table, motioning lightly with a flick of his fingers until Reno's chair is slid back far enough to make sufficient room for two on the seat.
There are people all around, of course, and watchful eyes from every angle, but this is all part of one of the House's games, and Rufus's window of interest has narrowed down to just the two of them. With almost surprising grace, he smoothly slides one leg to either side of Reno's thighs and takes a seat in his lap facing him, putting himself close enough to lean in and whisper low in Reno's ear where no one else can overhear.]
You know what the best part of this is, Reno?
[The game of not knowing each other suspends for just a moment, because it's so much better this way.]
No one you tell will ever believe you.
[So he says, and rolls his hips deliberately against Reno's in the beginnings of a somewhat routine but thoroughly charged lapdance.]
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On the one hand, he can feel his heart beating in his chest, nervousness probably, something he hasn't felt in ages. And at the same time he can't deny that this is fucking turning him on, cause who wouldn't be in a situation like this?
The thrill of Rufus being his boss AND possibly people watching is just increasing the excitement. Fucking adrenaline junkie that he is, of course something like this will get him going.
Shit, he wonders how many times Rufus has done something like this, because it looks way too practiced and fluent to be something that he is doing for the first time, and that whisper into his ear ... Reno almost shivers.]
Yeah, I know ..
[He finally finds his voice back enough to form a coherent sentence.]
But the memory will stay with me,
[He grins, only as long as Rufus doesn't grind down, because as soon as he does, Reno has to suck in a sharp breath.
Fuck, this is getting dangerous.]
So, uh... How much touchin's allowed in these games? Do I have to keep my hands to myself?
[Cause they hover somewhere in mid air, wanting to grab Rufus' waist (or maybe his ass, but he'll settle for the safer option first)]
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[He gets to touch, of course. His arms drape loosely over Reno's shoulders and the back of his chair, both steadying himself and boxing Reno in where he's sitting while the rest of him sways and moves. By all rights he's already completed his challenge, just with this, but Rufus has never been one to play any game halfway, either.]
I'll make it worth your while. And when will you ever get a chance like this again, mm?
[It's actually very likely that he will, before long, given the resort and all its tricks. But of course, he's got no reason to disclose that, so why should he?]
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Is there a penalty for forfeiting the game?
[His hands still hover, so close to Rufus' waist, he can almost feel the body heat radiating through the fabric of the other's suit jacket.]/span>
And exactly howworth my while would it be?
[And that's when he pulls his face away enough to look directly into Rufus' eyes, with him being the one to challenge the other.]
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[And maybe it's deliberate, the way he keeps his voice even and almost professional as he leans into the business vernacular, juxtaposing just for a moment the image of what he is with the reality of what he's doing.]
You could look at it as a forfeit. Or...
[Reno locks eyes with him, and unsurprisingly, Rufus doesn't waver, more than willing to draw the contact out just long enough to make a point before dragging the tip of his tongue over his lip, tantalizing.]
...you could look at it as us both winning something. Your choice.
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And it's not like thinking logically, especially not business transaction like, is made easier by the fact that Rufus fucking Shinra, his boss, his president, is currently grinding against his lap.
Eventually, he swallows and finds his voice again, adding a smirk into the mix as he looks at Rufus.
Taking his chance.]
I'll forfeit the game if ya fuck me instead. It's what this place wants us to do anyway, right?
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Nice try.
[Or not. Gracefully, he swings one leg back across Reno's lap to rejoin the other, extracting himself from the lapdance as he moves back to his seat and settles back into it, one leg crossed over the other like he's sitting in a boardroom instead of a sex casino.]
The offer expired. Looks like we'll have to keep playing.
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[Reno snaps and suddenly sits straight up in his chair again, staring with his mouth open at Rufus.
That little .....
Well, to be fair, what did he expect from a literal poker face like him?
Reno took his shot, and he blew it. Well, thankfully they're not in Midgar, or he might actually get fired after this who knows?
He huffs in annoyance, but he grabs the dice anyway.]
Should've known that makin' deals with ya only ever turns out well for one side,
[There's no accusation in his voice, he sounds more like a pouting child that didn't get what he wanted. Which is also way too accurate in this case.
He rolls the dice and watches them fall.
9.... And 10.
Oh well.]
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