[ he's not a kissy guy by nature, but when it comes to this, he'll make an exception. besides, the dice didn't say kiss, they said lick. of course, it's a little hard not to conflate the two in the process a bit, but still—the instructions are clear: the game has called for some sloppy makeouts, not dumb kissing for dumb babies. you'd think the crowd would be less excited about this than they were about licking ass, and yeah, maybe there's a lot less scandal involved this time around, but it's pretty apparent to Reno that both of them know how to work a crowd. Roche in particular is a goddamn charmer, the sugar-on-top to go with Reno's provocative, unabashed spice. it's always nice to meet someone who can back his plays. that doesn't happen very often. that doesn't happen... almost ever, really, aside from his partner, but he's making every conscious effort in the world not to think about him (or any of the others; he's allergic to worrying, and having not seen any of them yet so far would be a cause to worry if not for all the delicious distractions to help him avoid it).
true to form, Reno doesn't pull Roche into kiss him so much as to instantly lick into his mouth, lapping past his lips and the sweet raspberry flavor staining them. as he fits their mouths together, he uses his legs to leverage Roche in closer so that he doesn't have to rely so much on pulling, never mind, god forbid, having to strain his neck at all. those legs wend around his hips and trap him in nice and close, and that frees up his hand to catch it in that lovely blond hair again. that's soft, man. he's a sucker for hair like that, and dice be damned, he's gonna wrap it around his fist and play with it a little while he's got the chance.
at the very least, this little performance inspires a few who don't feel like waiting their turn to try it for themselves, which means there's a bit less commotion when Reno finally loosens his grasp in Roche's hair and there's just enough space between them to breathe (but not enough space for Jesus, no sirree). the tip of his tongue ghosts along Roche's bottom lip (okay, fine, that's cheating, it said mouth not lips, but fucking sue him, it's the same shit) with a huff of a laugh and a double-dare-ya gaze, his voice just audible below the din. ]
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[ he's not a kissy guy by nature, but when it comes to this, he'll make an exception. besides, the dice didn't say kiss, they said lick. of course, it's a little hard not to conflate the two in the process a bit, but still—the instructions are clear: the game has called for some sloppy makeouts, not dumb kissing for dumb babies. you'd think the crowd would be less excited about this than they were about licking ass, and yeah, maybe there's a lot less scandal involved this time around, but it's pretty apparent to Reno that both of them know how to work a crowd. Roche in particular is a goddamn charmer, the sugar-on-top to go with Reno's provocative, unabashed spice. it's always nice to meet someone who can back his plays. that doesn't happen very often. that doesn't happen... almost ever, really, aside from his partner, but he's making every conscious effort in the world not to think about him (or any of the others; he's allergic to worrying, and having not seen any of them yet so far would be a cause to worry if not for all the delicious distractions to help him avoid it).
true to form, Reno doesn't pull Roche into kiss him so much as to instantly lick into his mouth, lapping past his lips and the sweet raspberry flavor staining them. as he fits their mouths together, he uses his legs to leverage Roche in closer so that he doesn't have to rely so much on pulling, never mind, god forbid, having to strain his neck at all. those legs wend around his hips and trap him in nice and close, and that frees up his hand to catch it in that lovely blond hair again. that's soft, man. he's a sucker for hair like that, and dice be damned, he's gonna wrap it around his fist and play with it a little while he's got the chance.
at the very least, this little performance inspires a few who don't feel like waiting their turn to try it for themselves, which means there's a bit less commotion when Reno finally loosens his grasp in Roche's hair and there's just enough space between them to breathe (but not enough space for Jesus, no sirree). the tip of his tongue ghosts along Roche's bottom lip (okay, fine, that's cheating, it said mouth not lips, but fucking sue him, it's the same shit) with a huff of a laugh and a double-dare-ya gaze, his voice just audible below the din. ]
And here I thought all SOLDIERs were bad kissers.