[ ohhh, man. these are the moments he lives for, the so wrong it's right, or so right it's wrong, I can't tell which ones. whatever it is, right or wrong, they always come with an incredible sense of being naughty, and he loves that feeling almost more than anything. it really has nothing to do with morals—he's never given a damn about being a good person or a bad one—but rather with boundaries. you'd think being at the top of the Shinra food chain would mean he can run amok as he pleases, and yeah, that's mostly true, but the Turks have plenty of responsibility and certain guidelines to adhere to, and Reno sometimes even moreso, on a personal level.
that is to say, he doesn't typically kiss people he's on a first-name basis with. not if he ever wants to see them again, because next thing you know you've got an attachment on your hands, and that's a liability he doesn't have the time for. Aerith is probably the biggest liability on the entire Planet (and beyond, what world are they even in anymore), but here he is, fully ignoring that. and it's not just the alcohol or any of the other shenanigans he's been up to, even if those might play some part in the ease with which he's kicked responsibility to the curb. it's just, y'know—
who wouldn't wanna kiss Aerith? have you seen her? met her? come on.
and she bites! Reno lets a noise slip through his nose at that, half a laugh and half an oh okay is that how it's gonna be, and bites right back, raking his teeth against her lower lip. his hand makes its way to the back of her head, fingers curling (tight, but not pulling) into soft strands of brown, and his tongue dips past her bitten lip, daring her to bite that, too—and then pulling back at the last second. and alright, fine, he breaks Kissing Etiquette to crack one open and sneak a peek, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. ]
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that is to say, he doesn't typically kiss people he's on a first-name basis with. not if he ever wants to see them again, because next thing you know you've got an attachment on your hands, and that's a liability he doesn't have the time for. Aerith is probably the biggest liability on the entire Planet (and beyond, what world are they even in anymore), but here he is, fully ignoring that. and it's not just the alcohol or any of the other shenanigans he's been up to, even if those might play some part in the ease with which he's kicked responsibility to the curb. it's just, y'know—
who wouldn't wanna kiss Aerith? have you seen her? met her? come on.
and she bites! Reno lets a noise slip through his nose at that, half a laugh and half an oh okay is that how it's gonna be, and bites right back, raking his teeth against her lower lip. his hand makes its way to the back of her head, fingers curling (tight, but not pulling) into soft strands of brown, and his tongue dips past her bitten lip, daring her to bite that, too—and then pulling back at the last second. and alright, fine, he breaks Kissing Etiquette to crack one open and sneak a peek, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. ]