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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[He makes a show of running the tip of his tongue over his lip as he watches Reno make his way over, his posture shifting just slightly from poised to something a little more indulgent as he gets near enough to touch. He doesn't resist the attempt to nudge his legs apart, though he doesn't open them eagerly, either; he does, however, reach out to catch one of Reno's dangling strands of hair in his fingers, toying with it between his fingertips and the pad of his thumb the way he might play with one of his exploding coins.]
[Reno pushes Rufus' legs apart to make room for himself, and he is ready to lean in and do as the dice told him, but once again Rufus stops him. His eyes flicker between Rufus' fingers and the pale blue of his eyes wondering what exactly it is that the president has planned. But he knows better than to disobey in this situation, and after a moment of frowning, he does as he is told, parting his pretty lips while he waits for whatever Rufus is planning.]
[He lets Reno's hair fall from his fingers, sleek as silk, and moves his fingers to tip under his chin instead — lifting it as if for a better look at his obedient mouth.]
Pretty. You're good at running your mouth; now show me you know how to use it.
[Reno isn't even beginning to figure out whether Rufus fucking Shinra just gave him a compliment, or if he's just playing the game. Probably the latter, but it doesn't mean that Reno's already huge ego isn't boosted nonetheless.
Blinking through his way too dark lashes at Rufus, the grin on his lips widens. Oh, he knows how to use his mouth alright, and if the layers of fabric weren't in the way, he would truly show Rufus just how good he is. As if to make up for it, he briefly sips his head, sucking Rufus' thumb between his sinfull lips and circles it once with his tongue before releasing it again to lean in and do as the dice told him: part his lips, stick out his tongue, and lets it run from the inner side of Rufus' thigh up towards his crotch.]
[The way Reno's lips close around his thumb is a decadent tease, just suggestive enough to raise thoughts of how they might feel wrapped similarly around his cock; it comes away wet and he lets the pad of his thumb smudge along Reno's cheek before fisting his hand in that red hair, content to get his Turk a little bit messy in addition to the filth.
And filth it is, sinful and pretty as Reno makes every implication toward being one short step from outright sucking his cock through his pants, and the fact that the fabric there is starting to tent slightly from the attention is certainly no coincidence.]
[That hand in his hair and those words cause Reno's breath to hitch and to almost moan against Rufus' thigh. By fucking Ifrit, he shouldn't be this turned on by this, yet he is, and it probably shows by how eagerly he does lick at what he can feel is Rufus' growing hardness.
And no, he wouldn't hesitate to pull those annoying pants down and suck Rufus off properly if the president only as much as hinted at it.
Like this however, he adds a bit more pressure with his tongue just for the sake of it, before sitting back on his kneels and looking up as if waiting for confirmation that yes, this was enough to fulfill the challenge he was given.]
[It is good, and damn if it isn't testing the last vestiges of his self-control to leave things as they are, rather than simply shoving Reno's head down and letting this escalate to where they both so clearly want it to go —
But he wouldn't be Rufus Shinra without self-control, and this isn't the time or place to let this get out of hand. So he endures, stifling a faint noise low in his throat, until Reno pulls back. When he does, his next words come soft, and largely for his Turk's ears only.]
Good boy.
[Mine, he would say in those exact same tones if this were a different situation. As it is, he's slow to release Reno's hair before reaching on his own for the dice instead.
They rattle; they clatter. Within moments, they turn up 3 and 5.
Tame, many would say, next to everything they've done as a part of the game up until now — but in other ways, it's perhaps the highest escalation of all.]
[How can two words, so short, so simple, cause auch a reaction in him? Reno has to bite his own lip as a Rufus praises him again, and it sends a shiver through his whole body that makes his dick twitch in his pants. He's even almost disappointed when Rufus lets go of his hair.
He remains where he is, waiting for orders as he looks at Rufus, an almost ordinary situation for them, if it wasn't for the fact that Reno is still kneeling between the president's spread legs. So he doesn't see what the dice land on until he gets ordered to get up, one side glance cast at the table to understand what's about to happen.
Reno feels himself swallowing against a lump in his throat, suddenly bigger even than when he outright asked a Rufus to fuck him earlier. This .. this could become almost way too intimate. Or he's just making a big deal out of something that's just a fucking kiss, so who would care?
He finds his smirk again as he stands and this time he dares again, my pushing against one of Rufus' knees to push his legs back together, just enough so that Reno can slip comfortably into the other's lap and straddle him, hands loosely placed on Rufus' shoulders and waiting for him to lean in.]
[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.]
[For a moment, Reno isn't sure if Rufus will do anything at all. The moments that tick by seem to stretch like hours, and the Turk looks into his president's eyes, just waiting for a reaction, or to see anything more behind those cold, calculating blue eyes.
The hand that eventually cups his cheek feels gentle, almost too gentle, and doesn't help the small shiver that runs down Reno's spine, even while he still maintains that cocky mask of his. After all, he is still sitting in Rufus Shinra's lap, so that still counts for quite a lot, actually.
His grin widens at the words, Rufus admitting that Reno will win is already tasting so sweet, he's almost not listening to what else he is saying, and Reno parts his lips to give a remark ... That instantly does in his throat.
Shutting Reno up is normally a feat that many wish to accomplish and only few have ever achieved. Rufus certainly did it with that last order, if the kiss that follows wasn't enough already to make Reno almost choke on air.
He is rock hard under Rufus' palm, that much is obvious, and Reno moans into the kiss as soon as the initial shock is over. And while he's horny as fuck and probably wouldn't last long if he allowed himself to just be swept away by the situation, it's not like he's able to do so on command. Not even as an order from the president.]
[It wouldn't be a game to begin with if Rufus weren't trying to win it, for as high of risk and as high of stakes as he can manage. This certainly achieves both, as the hand on Reno's face slides around to the back of his neck, trapping him neatly in Rufus's clutches while his hand continues its subtle work.
He sinks his teeth into Reno's lip, taking advantage of his moaning and reactions to sweep his tongue into Reno's open mouth; as he holds the kiss, he keeps palming at Reno's arousal, tracing the length of it through his trousers, feeling his way up to the head and rubbing at the fabric to stimulate it through his clothes.
The dice only call for one kiss, but they never specified how long or short it had to be. This one he intends to hold as long as he can, until he gets what he wants or his breath runs out — quite literally whichever one comes first.]
[Shit, shit .. shit. Reno's mind is racing a hundred miles per hour, too fast, to uncontrolled, and without any coherence whatsoever. He's trapped in a trap of his own making, and he wonders if he should've given in earlier, and how different it would've played out in comparison to this, but then Rufus' teeth scratch over his lip and his tongue invades his mouth and Reno can't help but to respond hungrily to the sensation, searching for more contact by subtle pressing his hips ever so slightly more into Rufus' hand.
His president started this and if he wants him to finish it, he just needs that little bit more pressure, a bit more sensation, even though he's already twitching and throbbing in his slacks and Reno knows he is close.
It should probably be more embarrassing, to get jerked off through his pants and already being this close, but the amount of adrenaline that's coursing through Reno's veins is doing enough to push him closer and closer to the edge. He is an adrenaline junky alright, he just didn't think that it would include making out with his top boss in the middle of a crowded room and being expected to come into his pants on command.
And yet, and yet... It's exactly that thought, and a very controlled twist of Rufus' hand, that makes Reno's body tense suddenly and moan into the kiss as he crashes right over that edge, the front of his pants suddenly getting damp under Rufus' palm.
All Reno can think of as his body shudders at his release is one simple word: Fuck.]
[He knows, when Reno starts to tremble and moan in the clutch of his hold and in his pants beneath the pressure of his hand, that he's gotten what he wanted, and it does taste like a victory — a satisfying one at that. Prior to coming to this resort, he wouldn't have thought there could be such a thrill in something like this, taking a beautiful man and making him come apart in his arms. More and more, he's finding himself acquiring a penchant for it.
When he does finally break the kiss, it's only slightly, leaving his lips still just barely touching even as he affords himself just enough room to whisper a little praise for Reno's ears only. He's more than earned it, after all.]
Good, Reno. That's it. Just like that for me.
[For me, he says, and means it, thumbing the fine hairs at the nape of Reno's neck, carefully shifting the focus of the pressure of his other hand from Reno's cock to his hip to spare him the burn of overstimulation in his afterglow.]
[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.]
[It's a good start to Reno's arrival here, this game. Once he completes this last dice roll, he'll be awarded what seems to be a fairly lucrative prize — at least, as lucrative as the casino tends to offer, not that it really holds a candle to the wealth he himself is familiar with from back home — and other advantages for that victory. It's enough; that solid start will pay back dividends later, and besides, for Rufus a well-played game is worth it, even when he doesn't walk away with a technical victory in the end.
It'd be difficult to say he didn't win something, after all, from the way Reno is shaking in his arms, all that usual bravado fled just long enough to have him soft and pliant beneath his president's attentions. His Turk, Rufus thinks with quiet, concealed pleasure. Oh, yes, it's good to have him like this.]
Go on.
[His thumb stays working on the back of Reno's neck, his hand possessive against his hip.]
[The prize of the game is the last thing on Reno's mind, and it's not only because he already won a large cash out prize at the roulette (instead of something interesting, as he complained). Something he can't say about this game of dice, that's for sure.
His breathing at least is somewhat steady again, even if his eyes still looked dazed and heavy lidded, watching Rufus more through his lashes than anything else.]
Here's to winnin' then,
[He mutters and leans in, his free hand sliding into Rufus hair as he bends his neck and presses the softest of kisses to Rufus' ear lobe, and then pulls back again.]
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[He makes a show of running the tip of his tongue over his lip as he watches Reno make his way over, his posture shifting just slightly from poised to something a little more indulgent as he gets near enough to touch. He doesn't resist the attempt to nudge his legs apart, though he doesn't open them eagerly, either; he does, however, reach out to catch one of Reno's dangling strands of hair in his fingers, toying with it between his fingertips and the pad of his thumb the way he might play with one of his exploding coins.]
Open your mouth.
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His eyes flicker between Rufus' fingers and the pale blue of his eyes wondering what exactly it is that the president has planned.
But he knows better than to disobey in this situation, and after a moment of frowning, he does as he is told, parting his pretty lips while he waits for whatever Rufus is planning.]
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[He lets Reno's hair fall from his fingers, sleek as silk, and moves his fingers to tip under his chin instead — lifting it as if for a better look at his obedient mouth.]
Pretty. You're good at running your mouth; now show me you know how to use it.
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Blinking through his way too dark lashes at Rufus, the grin on his lips widens.
Oh, he knows how to use his mouth alright, and if the layers of fabric weren't in the way, he would truly show Rufus just how good he is.
As if to make up for it, he briefly sips his head, sucking Rufus' thumb between his sinfull lips and circles it once with his tongue before releasing it again to lean in and do as the dice told him: part his lips, stick out his tongue, and lets it run from the inner side of Rufus' thigh up towards his crotch.]
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[The way Reno's lips close around his thumb is a decadent tease, just suggestive enough to raise thoughts of how they might feel wrapped similarly around his cock; it comes away wet and he lets the pad of his thumb smudge along Reno's cheek before fisting his hand in that red hair, content to get his Turk a little bit messy in addition to the filth.
And filth it is, sinful and pretty as Reno makes every implication toward being one short step from outright sucking his cock through his pants, and the fact that the fabric there is starting to tent slightly from the attention is certainly no coincidence.]
Just like that. Like you were made for it.
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By fucking Ifrit, he shouldn't be this turned on by this, yet he is, and it probably shows by how eagerly he does lick at what he can feel is Rufus' growing hardness.
And no, he wouldn't hesitate to pull those annoying pants down and suck Rufus off properly if the president only as much as hinted at it.
Like this however, he adds a bit more pressure with his tongue just for the sake of it, before sitting back on his kneels and looking up as if waiting for confirmation that yes, this was enough to fulfill the challenge he was given.]
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But he wouldn't be Rufus Shinra without self-control, and this isn't the time or place to let this get out of hand. So he endures, stifling a faint noise low in his throat, until Reno pulls back. When he does, his next words come soft, and largely for his Turk's ears only.]
Good boy.
[Mine, he would say in those exact same tones if this were a different situation. As it is, he's slow to release Reno's hair before reaching on his own for the dice instead.
They rattle; they clatter. Within moments, they turn up 3 and 5.
Tame, many would say, next to everything they've done as a part of the game up until now — but in other ways, it's perhaps the highest escalation of all.]
Now come up here.
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Reno has to bite his own lip as a Rufus praises him again, and it sends a shiver through his whole body that makes his dick twitch in his pants.
He's even almost disappointed when Rufus lets go of his hair.
He remains where he is, waiting for orders as he looks at Rufus, an almost ordinary situation for them, if it wasn't for the fact that Reno is still kneeling between the president's spread legs.
So he doesn't see what the dice land on until he gets ordered to get up, one side glance cast at the table to understand what's about to happen.
Reno feels himself swallowing against a lump in his throat, suddenly bigger even than when he outright asked a Rufus to fuck him earlier.
This .. this could become almost way too intimate.
Or he's just making a big deal out of something that's just a fucking kiss, so who would care?
He finds his smirk again as he stands and this time he dares again, my pushing against one of Rufus' knees to push his legs back together, just enough so that Reno can slip comfortably into the other's lap and straddle him, hands loosely placed on Rufus' shoulders and waiting for him to lean in.]
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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.]
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The hand that eventually cups his cheek feels gentle, almost too gentle, and doesn't help the small shiver that runs down Reno's spine, even while he still maintains that cocky mask of his.
After all, he is still sitting in Rufus Shinra's lap, so that still counts for quite a lot, actually.
His grin widens at the words, Rufus admitting that Reno will win is already tasting so sweet, he's almost not listening to what else he is saying, and Reno parts his lips to give a remark ... That instantly does in his throat.
Shutting Reno up is normally a feat that many wish to accomplish and only few have ever achieved.
Rufus certainly did it with that last order, if the kiss that follows wasn't enough already to make Reno almost choke on air.
He is rock hard under Rufus' palm, that much is obvious, and Reno moans into the kiss as soon as the initial shock is over.
And while he's horny as fuck and probably wouldn't last long if he allowed himself to just be swept away by the situation, it's not like he's able to do so on command.
Not even as an order from the president.]
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He sinks his teeth into Reno's lip, taking advantage of his moaning and reactions to sweep his tongue into Reno's open mouth; as he holds the kiss, he keeps palming at Reno's arousal, tracing the length of it through his trousers, feeling his way up to the head and rubbing at the fabric to stimulate it through his clothes.
The dice only call for one kiss, but they never specified how long or short it had to be. This one he intends to hold as long as he can, until he gets what he wants or his breath runs out — quite literally whichever one comes first.]
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Reno's mind is racing a hundred miles per hour, too fast, to uncontrolled, and without any coherence whatsoever.
He's trapped in a trap of his own making, and he wonders if he should've given in earlier, and how different it would've played out in comparison to this, but then Rufus' teeth scratch over his lip and his tongue invades his mouth and Reno can't help but to respond hungrily to the sensation, searching for more contact by subtle pressing his hips ever so slightly more into Rufus' hand.
His president started this and if he wants him to finish it, he just needs that little bit more pressure, a bit more sensation, even though he's already twitching and throbbing in his slacks and Reno knows he is close.
It should probably be more embarrassing, to get jerked off through his pants and already being this close, but the amount of adrenaline that's coursing through Reno's veins is doing enough to push him closer and closer to the edge.
He is an adrenaline junky alright, he just didn't think that it would include making out with his top boss in the middle of a crowded room and being expected to come into his pants on command.
And yet, and yet... It's exactly that thought, and a very controlled twist of Rufus' hand, that makes Reno's body tense suddenly and moan into the kiss as he crashes right over that edge, the front of his pants suddenly getting damp under Rufus' palm.
All Reno can think of as his body shudders at his release is one simple word:
Fuck.]
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When he does finally break the kiss, it's only slightly, leaving his lips still just barely touching even as he affords himself just enough room to whisper a little praise for Reno's ears only. He's more than earned it, after all.]
Good, Reno. That's it. Just like that for me.
[For me, he says, and means it, thumbing the fine hairs at the nape of Reno's neck, carefully shifting the focus of the pressure of his other hand from Reno's cock to his hip to spare him the burn of overstimulation in his afterglow.]
You're so fucking pretty when you come for me.
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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.]
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It'd be difficult to say he didn't win something, after all, from the way Reno is shaking in his arms, all that usual bravado fled just long enough to have him soft and pliant beneath his president's attentions. His Turk, Rufus thinks with quiet, concealed pleasure. Oh, yes, it's good to have him like this.]
Go on.
[His thumb stays working on the back of Reno's neck, his hand possessive against his hip.]
Win.
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Something he can't say about this game of dice, that's for sure.
His breathing at least is somewhat steady again, even if his eyes still looked dazed and heavy lidded, watching Rufus more through his lashes than anything else.]
Here's to winnin' then,
[He mutters and leans in, his free hand sliding into Rufus hair as he bends his neck and presses the softest of kisses to Rufus' ear lobe, and then pulls back again.]