[ Just for the joy and exhilaration of being noisy in a place that could theoretically get them killed, Reno shrieks like a fucking hellcat when his back collides with the wall, absolutely delighted. This right here is exactly in his wheelhouse. Getting slammed around every possible surface of a room, leaving shit upended and ruined and in utter smoldering ruin and fucked to within a goddamn inch of his life is right up there with having his hair pulled. He love, love, loves that.
Mind you, any other time it's happened in his life, the other person was categorically hurting him and it was almost not really in the fun and enjoyable way, but he always just figured that was a shrug-offable thing when he was having so much fun being tossed about otherwise. Tseng, in fact, isn't hurting him, at least not in any way he doesn't find wholly unsatisfying (unsatisfying, because it's so fucking good he wants more and more and more), and if he wasn't so busy snarling with animal pleasure, he'd have to stop and marvel at just how soundly this one person always seems to overturn everything he thinks he knows and make him realize he's been doing it all wrong this whole time.
The tight and demanding hold he has around Tseng goes slack when they meet eyes again, that gaze like a sudden arrow to the heart. Panting, he makes some sympathetic sound he's not sure he's ever made before and bows his head forward to do as he bids. He's got some ridiculous notion that it'll be soft, but by the time he's worked their mouths together he can't rein in the insatiable hunger that makes him loose an arm from around his neck where he's hanging on for leverage, then the other a moment later, to cradle Tseng's face and pull him in and lick into his mouth with a deftness that isn't dulled in the least by his desperation. Holding on with only the strength of his legs, clamped tight against Tseng's waist and pushing himself back into the wall, is a fight against gravity, but fuck it. He can't scream like this, only whimper, reduced from words to sounds of base instinct, raw feeling. ]
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Mind you, any other time it's happened in his life, the other person was categorically hurting him and it was almost not really in the fun and enjoyable way, but he always just figured that was a shrug-offable thing when he was having so much fun being tossed about otherwise. Tseng, in fact, isn't hurting him, at least not in any way he doesn't find wholly unsatisfying (unsatisfying, because it's so fucking good he wants more and more and more), and if he wasn't so busy snarling with animal pleasure, he'd have to stop and marvel at just how soundly this one person always seems to overturn everything he thinks he knows and make him realize he's been doing it all wrong this whole time.
The tight and demanding hold he has around Tseng goes slack when they meet eyes again, that gaze like a sudden arrow to the heart. Panting, he makes some sympathetic sound he's not sure he's ever made before and bows his head forward to do as he bids. He's got some ridiculous notion that it'll be soft, but by the time he's worked their mouths together he can't rein in the insatiable hunger that makes him loose an arm from around his neck where he's hanging on for leverage, then the other a moment later, to cradle Tseng's face and pull him in and lick into his mouth with a deftness that isn't dulled in the least by his desperation. Holding on with only the strength of his legs, clamped tight against Tseng's waist and pushing himself back into the wall, is a fight against gravity, but fuck it. He can't scream like this, only whimper, reduced from words to sounds of base instinct, raw feeling. ]