Prompt: Tseng/Reeve, leather.
To look at the man, Tseng mused, an arm propping up his chin, you never would have thought that he was into leather. It was common office knowledge that Reeve's favourite colour was blue, and it was damn near impossible to get leather in blue. Yet he had succeeded.
There was nothing Tseng liked more after a hard days work than to walk into his flat and find Reeve Tuesti lounging on his white couch, wearing those tight navy blue trousers and a cerulean figure hugging shirt. All in leather, of course. He loved the look Reeve gave him when he walked in, loosening hid tie and dropping his briefcase. He loved the way that when he sat down, two seconds later he was pinned to the sofa with Reeve's deliciously wicked smile hovering over his lips.
The smile that hovered stealthily at the corner of Tseng's lips was as close as he got to un-professional behaviour during work hours. Out of work hours, however, anything was game. Tseng remembered a few close scrapes in all sorts of odd places, after hours in Shinra.
There had been that time in Hojo's lab for instance. Whatever it was Reeve had used for lube it had had him crapping blue for a week. Thank god Reno had never found that one out or he would have been blackmailed for the rest of his life. But, Tseng decided, as he watched Reeve organise some underlings, it was worth it. Especially for the leather.
