Reno kept his eyes on Cloud's face as he slowly leaned forward to taste the tidbit. His tongue curled around the tips of Cloud's fingers and his eyes fluttered shut, the savory taste of the vegetable mixing with the familiar salt and texture of his husband's skin.
Reno swallowed with an effort and grasped Cloud's wrist to pull him closer until he could whisper in his ear.
"The more you tease me, the more I'll make you...pay...for it later."
He nipped at the ear lobe and sat back again to take up his glass of wine. The red liquid sloshed in the glass from his trembling hand.
Cloud could see now how affected Reno was by his teasing. And his promise only made Cloud shiver in delight.
Still, it wouldn't do to leave his husband in such an uncomfortable position. They had a main course to get through eventually and he didn't want to rush it. Good things came in time and he didn't want Reno so undeniably horny that they rushed dessert as well.
Under the table Cloud loosened and opened his husband's zipper. "No one's watching," he whispered and slipped his hand inside. "Don't you dare stop me."
His other hand took another appetizer to slowly nibble, but it wasn't the focus of his attention. He watched Reno as he squeezed and stroked him inside his pants.
Reno sucked in a sharp breath that he released in a low, nearly inaudible, moan as he willingly slouched a little lower in his seat and spread his legs more.
"Shiva, Cloud," he swore. "I'm not gonna stop you."
Something that sounded suspiciously like a barely suppressed whine vibrated in his throat at the first touch of warm fingers. Reno was already achingly hard from the teasing and his hips pushed unconsciously upwards. He gave up for the moment any pretense of eating and his searching hand twisted into a fistful of Cloud's thankfully baggy choice of pants. His other hand held the end of his tail of hair like a lifeline.
"Do it, baby," Reno gasped, then his voice turned soft and pleading. "Please, please, don't leave me like this. I don't think I could actually walk to the men's room."
"That bad..." Cloud's mouth watered. How he would love to crawl under the table right now. But there was still a chance they'd be caught, and that chance would double if he put his mouth where his hand was.
He tightened his grip and began to jerk his lover off with a little smirk on the corner of his lips. Reno was so beautiful like this. On the edge, begging, a little flushed with a damp hairline. Cloud bit his lower lip and concentrated on getting his husband off before they were caught and forced to stop.
"This good?" he asked, going a little faster and tighter.
"Ngh," was the best response Reno could come up with just then.
His grip on Cloud's pants tightened until fabric threatened to rip. A stray thought about propriety and public places crossed his mind and he told it to fuck off. Reno couldn't have cared less if Rufus Shinra had suddenly joined their table. He was at Cloud's mercy and gave himself up to the mind numbing pleasure building in his loins. Reno's mouth finally started working and he murmured an endless string of pleas, curses and endearments. He arched into the stroking and rolled his head to look at Cloud.
"Just like that. It won't take much. Only you, baby, only you. I,ah...Ah!"
Reno made a blind grab for his napkin and bit down hard into it as his body shuddered and he spurted over Cloud's fist. Hot tears from the pressure of his release gathered in the corners of his eyes and he squeezed them shut.
Cloud tucked his lover away gently and zipped his pants up. He licked the back of his hand clean with a satisfied smile.
He would have to bring Reno off more often in public. The man was a god when he begged and the chance they could be caught was exciting. The kind of excitement that was safe and wouldn't end up with either of them stabbed or shot.
Reaching up he brushed the tears away with his thumb. He leaned up against Reno and kissed his jaw, neck, and chin. He took the napkin out of his mouth and dabbed his husband's hairline and forehead free of sweat. "Feeling better?"
Reno leaned into the kisses like a cat seeking attention. He was pleasantly sated and more relaxed than he'd been in years. Still, a Turk was still a Turk no matter the circumstances, and he wondered if Cloud had noticed the huge potted tree that had appeared at some point to block their table from anyone's view.
With steadier hands Reno refilled both their glasses and lifted his with a wink and a happy, besotted grin.
"To my husband," Reno toasted, "the most gorgeous, brave, honorable and naughty man on the planet."
He started to drink then paused with the glass at his lips.
"I love you. I'm hopelessly, completely, unchangeably in love with you. But, baby, that last rib there? It's mine. It's definitely not safe to allow you to eat them in public."
"But in the bedroom?" Cloud asked hopefully. He could just see their sheets stained with their cum and barbeque sauce.
He picked up his own glass and toasted Reno. "To the man who some how manages to find his weird food kink while we're celebrating our engagement." He took a sip. "I was, afterall, just innocently enjoying my snack."
Still, he eyed the last rib with a smirk as he sipped at his glass. "They're very good ribs."
"Aw, the food was good, but it was your taste that got me going." Reno tried his best pout to get the last rib. "I only really got the sauce, you know."
His hand had been inching closer as he spoke and he snatched the rib to take a huge bite.
"Mmm, that is good. We'll have to come back again...if they allow us back in, that is." Reno laughed and ran the toe of his boot up Cloud's calf. "We better leave a huge tip."
The server, by this time quite pale with an interesting pattern of bright red blotches on her face, came back to place both main courses on the table.
"I-I hope it's cooked to your order. If there's anything else you need just give a shout. Congratulations!" Her face flushed even darker. "On your engagement, of course!"
Reno barely held back his laughter until the poor girl had fled then he snickered at Cloud.
"Just look at what you did. Either scarred for life or going to be writing yaoi fantasies for years. Tsk."
Merriment and love danced in Reno's eyes as he brushed the back of his fingers over Cloud's cheek.
"Eat well, baby. I guarantee you're going to need the energy. The next few days, and nights, are going to wear you out."
Cloud wondered what got into the girl. Had she really been aware of their little tryst here in public? He glanced around to see if anyone else was looking.
"How long has that been there?" He blinked, looking at the potted bush. "I thought we were discreet..." he trailed off. He smiled and smoothed out his pants where Reno had pulled at them so hard he was sure they were going to rip.
Picking up his knife and fork he began to cut his steak into bite size pieces. He dipped the bites into the mashed potatos before chewing on each piece. "Taste?" He offered Reno a pink square with a smear of white on it.
Reno lightly clasped Cloud's wrist, to hold the fork steady of course, and stroked his thumb over the pulse point as he took the bite and chewed thoughtfully.
"It's good," he assured his love and cut into his own steak.
Still floating down from his unexpected treat, Reno was suddenly starving and ate in silence for a few minutes. When the edge had been taken off his hunger he refilled both wineglasses and ran a fingertip around the rim.
"Rude called me while I was out. They've finished investigating the destruction at the lodge. There were no survivors found, but they didn't find any bodies either."
Reno caught Cloud's eyes and reached for his hand.
"Do you think it was vaporized and you're safe now?"
"Would I have vaporized in such a blast?" Cloud wasn't sure. He clasped Reno's hand reassuringly. "If it is still alive, it doesn't have a master now. I'm safe as long as there are no more insane scientists."
He gently squeezed his husband's hand. "We can relax now." He leaned in and kissed Reno, cupping the back of his neck to deepen the kiss.
Sitting up after a slow and sensual kiss he took another bite of his steak and thought a moment. "Even if he did escape the blast and does still want to go after me, he doesn't have his master to tell him where we are. They were smart but I think they were guided all along. But if I were him and just freed from slavery... I'd run away."
Reno hummed with pleasure into the kiss. Each one was always so wonderful, and it never seemed like a routine, meaningless act. He hoped it would stay that way forever. Slightly amused that him being left handed meant that he could stay so close to Cloud and not interfere with their eating, Reno curved his right arm around Cloud's waist to snug them up tight then pulled his arm back and dropped his hand to Cloud's upper thigh.
The little vixen deserved some teasing himself for tempting his lover in a very public place. Reno casually continued eating while letting his hand stroke the hard muscle he could feel. His fingers grazed over the crease at the top of the thigh that he loved to nibble. Reno watched Cloud from the corner of his eye and finally, blatantly, rested his palm directly over stiffening flesh and rubbed in small circles. He kept the pressure teasingly light and whispered into his husband's ear.
"Just as long as you never feel the need to run away from me, okay?"
Cloud nodded and swallowed hard on a bite of steak. "Nn..." He grit his teeth and tried his best to ignore the mounting pleasure. Determined, he popped another bite of potato and steak into his mouth and tried to casually chew on the wonderful, flavorable morsel.
"I could never run from you," he breathed. His hips rolled subconsciously, making his eye lashes flutter at the pleasure that brought. "I... aah."
He gave up. At his husband's mercy he sat back in his seat, one hand gripping the table edge hard and the other gripping his fork hard, his wrist resting on the table. He lifted his hips with a little breathy noise and looked at Reno.
Reno didn't even try to hide his wickedly pleased smirk and rubbed a little more firmly.
"You've quit eating. You're not full already, are you?"
Clever fingers popped the button and lowered the zipper to delve inside and find warm skin. Reno could feel the heat of Cloud's body warming his hand and lowered his eyes with a quiet noise of pleasure. His. Always and only his to see and worship with his touch. Reno dropped his fork with a clatter on porcelain to catch Cloud's chin and bring their lips together as his fingers ventured further to find the tender head and ghost over the slit.
"Cloud," he mumbled the words against his husband's lips. "Let's get the rest to go. I want you for my dessert. I want my husband...now."
"Didn't anyone ever teach you you'll ruin your dinner?" Cloud panted. But he wanted Reno too. Needed him. Without prying eyes and ears- he wanted to voice his pleasure as loud as he pleased.
"Stop," he begged and twitched. "I won't make it home." He breathed a little easier when his husband drew away and zipped him up again. His mind was foggy and already focused on one thing though, Reno and sex.
He didn't trust the trembles in his hand everytime he tried to pack his steak and potatos into the doggy box. He gave up and let Reno finish for him. "I'll follow you," he adjusted his erection so that he could walk without drawing attention to it. "I can't think straight."
Reno paid the check, and their meals were put in a sack along with another bottle of the wine. He winked at the server and kept a possessive, loving arm around Cloud as they walked outside into early evening. Reno stowed the sack in his own bike then pulled Cloud into his arms. His kiss was hot and hungry as he backed his lover up against Fenrir and pushed their hips together. The fleeting thought crossed his mind to take Cloud bent over the huge machine, but it was quickly discarded. It might be fun and naughty, but Reno didn't want to share any part of his lover, not even the softest cries that might escape.
He backed off with a last kiss and a soothing stroke down Cloud's back to calm them both.
"We're going home," Reno purred. "You've been tempting me since we got here, and it's time to pay up."
"I see my plan worked," Cloud smiled coyly. He was aching to be touched and claimed. He was on edge and his brain was still foggy.
He put Fenrir between his legs, the powerful rumble of the engine alone nearly undoing him. He waited for Reno to head out and then followed him. Once home he grabbed his bag of massaging oils and walked to the door. He wanted to chase his lover but he feared he would stumble in his haste.
Barely in the door he grabbed Reno and dropped his bag. He backed himself up against the closing door and pulled Reno close for a searing kiss.
Bracing his hands against the wall on either side of Cloud's head, Reno leaned into the kiss to hold his lover in place with his body. Yeah, that was what he had wanted to do for *hours*. Now that they were in the privacy of their home some of the urgency had fled to leave behind a slow burn in Reno's chest. He pushed one of his thighs between Cloud's legs to feel the erection, hard and hot, against him. His hands moved to thread themselves through soft, blond hair to cradle Cloud's skull and tilt his face to better deepen the kiss. Reno swept his tongue deep, tasting, tasting, savoring. He could taste the steak, the potatoes, the wine, traces of barbecue sauce. Under it all he could taste the flavor that called to him most, that of his husband.
"Shall I finish what you started, little love?" Reno murmured against Cloud's cheek and slid one hand down his lover's bared throat to fully unzip the shirt and travel further to toy with the zip on the pants. His thigh gently nudged Cloud's balls.
"I think you should," Cloud answered softly. He rubbed his hands up and down Reno's sides before he lifted the shirt to touch flesh. "I need you."
Pulling the shirt higher he lifted it over Reno's head and lightly tossed it aside. He touched flesh now, unhindered by the shirt and firm beneath his hands.
But there was that pressing need. He squirmed at the feeling of his husband's thigh, pressing against his balls. With a glint in his eye he leaned against Reno and rubbed himself against that thigh. It was warm even with their pants blocking direct touch.
"You're impatient," Reno chuckled and rid Cloud of his shirt as well.
He moved his body backwards and ghosted his lips over the bruise he had left that morning. The darker flesh felt warmer than the rest of the pale perfection around it. Reno closed his eyes and sank to his knees while loosening and skimming Cloud's pants from his legs. He kept them closed as he licked over the protruding arc of the hipbone on the way to his destination.
"I want your taste on my tongue when I'm inside your body," he growled possessively.
Reno's thumbs pressed into the dip of flesh framing Cloud's groin. Only when he felt the hard cock brushing his cheek did he open his eyes to see his prize. Reno made a small noise and traced light fingertips over Cloud.
"Mmm, what's this?"
In his lust-consumed thoughts Cloud had almost forgot. Fuck. Reaching down he stroked a hand through red hair.
"What do you think?" He swallowed nervously. In that special place where Reno's touch drove him crazy... well, crazier than his touch did other places, was his husband's name written in a delicate font. "Do you like it?"
"I can't believe you did that for me," Reno laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Cloud's hips to rub his cheek over hard abdominal muscles covered in silky skin. "Gods, I love you so much, you crazy bastard. I almost want to drag you out in the public square and show this to everyone, but only almost. You're mine, and this is just for me to see."
He puffed a warm breath against the marked skin and dusted feather light kisses over the whole area.
"You make me want to take you hard and fast against the damn door, but I'll bet you're tender. I'll need to be careful tonight."
Reno licked over the writing and stood to pull Cloud into his arms. He pressed his face against Cloud's throat and nipped carefully.
"Thank you," he breathed.
"Just for you," Cloud breathed and leaned into Reno. "And I should thank you."
Bringing a hand up he combed it through Reno's hair as he tilted his head to the side. He encouraged Reno to nibble on his neck with a sigh. "I feel fine," he murmered. "You don't need to be careful. I don't want you to hold back."
He pulled slightly on Reno's hair and dragged his nails down his neck and shoulders. "Own up to that marking," he growled. "Permanent. Forever. Can't erase you."
Hissing at the feel of blunt nails on his skin, Reno almost roughly stripped the rest of Cloud's clothes from him and pushed his husband toward the waiting couch. Something in Cloud's voice had sounded very like a challenge, and Reno *never* let a challenge go unanswered. He guided Cloud to kneel on the couch, facing the back and used one knee and a quick, savage twist of his hips to spread his husband's legs.
"Don't move," Reno ordered in a dangerous voice.
His eyes glittered as he riffled through his purchases to find what he was looking for. Any worries he might have had about his lover had been eased by his Cloud's bold statements. If Cloud could take it then he wouldn't try to hold back his passion. Reno turned back to his husband with a sharp smile on his lips and a hinged ring dangling from his finger.
"No, you'll never be able to erase me, and I'll make sure you never want to. Tonight, little love, you don't get to touch me unless I give you permission, and you don't get to come until I say it's okay." Reno snapped the snug ring together at the base of Cloud's cock and nipped harshly at his hip. "When I allow that to happen will depend on how well you convince me that you belong only to me, now and always."
Fuck, Cloud loved it when Reno got this way. Rough and dominant. He wouldn't let Cloud get away with his usual games and knowing that, Cloud was determined to misbehave a little. He rested his elbos on the top of the couch and jumped at the sharp teeth on his hips. The ring was cold, but slowly warming to his body heat.
Arching his back and tilting his hips he pressed his chin to his shoulder to look at Reno. He lowered his eyelids and smiled. "Do I need a safe word? I might scream something that makes you stop when you shouldn't stop."
Reno shed the rest of his clothes and unlaced the tie in his hair to let it drape over his body. He moved silently up behind Cloud until his fully erect cock could nestle in the soft cleft of his husband's ass. His hands cupped the sharply defined bones of Cloud's hips to curve around so one hand slid up his chest to roll a nipple between his fingers and the other hand traced the smooth metal of the ring. Reno leaned into Cloud so that his chest barely rested against his husband's back. Gravity pulled the smooth strands of his hair down to spill over Cloud's body.
Reno nipped at the hinge of Cloud's jaw.
"If you think you need a word tonight, then pick one and do it now," Reno murmured the words against Cloud's vulnerable neck. He gently twisted the nipple in his grasp the same time his other hand dipped below the ring to ghost feather light over the balls and even lower to press against the perineum. "I don't have to be rough to make you beg and whine, Cloud. We both know that. Just keep in mind that Turks are known to be without mercy."
Reno increased the pressure of both hands and waited for Cloud to understand what he was saying and make a choice.
Cloud gasped and held perfectly still. He suddenlt wasn't so sure he wanted to misbehave. He knew Reno wouldn't hurt him but he wanted to prove himself beyond a doubt... he also didn't want to flip his lid.
Closing his eyes he felt Reno's hair and couldn't help the shiver that the soft feather-like touch caused. "You also don't have to be rough for me to freak out," he reminded his husband. "The word is tree."
"Tree," Reno repeated the word right next to Cloud's ear then caught him by the chin to turn his face. "Look at me. I will *never* harm you, but I would like to erase any bad memories of anyone else touching you. What we share together should never be anything but pleasurable for both of us."
He smoothed his hands in a caress from Cloud's chin over his throat to knead the muscles in his husband's shoulders.
"Keep your eyes open so you'll always know it's me. Nothing is restraining you but your own self control and trust in me."
Reno stepped back to touch the tip of his tongue to the small of Cloud's back and slowly licked up the spine to the nape of his neck.
"Trust me. You belong to me now. You even have my name permanently inked on your body. I'm going to marry you and you'll wear my ring as a symbol of that love, but if you can't trust me completely where's the meaning in all that?"
Cloud visibly relaxed as Reno talked to him and touched him. He tilted his chin with a breathy sigh as Reno ended at his nape. There wouldn't be a repeat of those memories making their night a nightmare. He knew that now. Those memories were still there but tonight they were take a rest.
Turning his head he twisted just enough to tenderly kiss his husband, reaching back to touch Reno's cheek. "I do trust you, Reno." He threaded the tips of his fingers through red locks before lowering it back to the couch. "No safe word."
"Good," Reno said and gave Cloud a bright grin wicked with promise. "Now, no more touching me unless I say you can. Stay kneeling there. I need to get just one more thing."
Reno dug through his purchases again and produced a soft little paintbrush and a small tub of edible body paint. He wiggled the brush at Cloud.
"I've heard that mako exposure makes your skin really super sensitive. I wonder how much you can take before you're a writhing, mewling mess."
Belying the almost threatening words, Reno's eyes were soft with love and desire. He checked to make sure Cloud's arms were still resting on the back of the couch then dipped the brush. The first strokes were painted with teasingly delicate touches between Cloud's shoulder blades.
It was slightly cold, and the touch just thin and feathery enough that it drew a twitch from Cloud's right shoulder. "Does the flavor go with my skin?" He inhaled sharply at the next stroke. The sensations this brought on were planting a smile on Cloud's face. Not quite ticklish, but thin and wet enough to cause his skin to anticipate every touch.
"Are you painting anything special?"
"A phoenix," Reno murmured, caught up in his art. The brush dipped and swirled, long strokes that swept to the base of Cloud's spine and over the width of his shoulders. "I don't know what the flavor is. I just wanted the red. I should find out, yeah?"
Reno painted a little swirl right below Cloud's ear then leaned in to lick it away. The little lick turned into a broader sweep of tongue over the area and a hint of teeth as Reno savored the taste of Cloud underneath the artificial flavor of the paint.
"Mmm. Cloud flavored cherry."
A little whine escaped Cloud's lips at the lick under his ear. Damn, the man WAS going to turn him into a mewling mess before he was finished with him.
There was a lusty edge to Cloud's voice that clearing his throat couldn't seem to rid of. "You gonna lick all this off? My talented phoenix, all hopped up on sugar..." He squirmed slightly to the left as the brush tickled his side.
"Yes, but I'm not done, yet. There is still the whole bare canvas of your front to do."
Reno set the brush aside and turned Cloud by the hips carefully to keep from disturbing the drying paint.
"There now. Turn around and sit back on your heels with your knees spread. I want to see all of you."
He took up the brush again and drew long streaks of red up Cloud's neck from his collarbones.
"You have to be careful not to move or you'll ruin the picture. Stay upright and keep your arms down and slightly away from your sides."
Cloud did as he was told. He wanted to see the artwork before Reno fed off his flesh. He watched Reno work. The way his husband's wrist flicked and how he held the brush in his left hand, finger tips loose... a breathy keen stole from Cloud's mouth at a certain stroke above his navel.
He looked up and watched Reno's baby blue eyes. They took on a greenish hue from time to time and Cloud always wondered if that might be connected to his emotions. He got caught up, watching Reno's concentration and the intensity in those blues. He would have to get Reno to paint him something on paper some day... a nude portrait.
Reno kept up his work with the brush but also added light touches of his fingers. It could technically be called shading but Reno just liked the feel of the paint gliding smoothly over Cloud's skin. He knelt on the floor before Cloud where he was eye level with his husband's groin and started to flick the brush along his inner thighs. The ring that kept Cloud's cock constricted shone softly against his fair skin. Reno drew thick lines of paint above and below the ring and watched Cloud from beneath the veil of his lashes.
"Don't move," he whispered and outlined the tattoo of his name. A possessive jolt of lust almost made his hand shake.
Cloud trembled inside. Oh god. His eye lashes lowered but didn't close. He gazed steadily at Reno but he was also focused somewhere inside. Inside his body where he reacted to that touch, that place. His jaw went slack but somehow he managed to hold still and not disrupt Reno's painting him there.
"Hu~nn," Cloud whimpered when the brush relented. He wasn't sure he could form coherent words now, but that noise expressed his needy sentiments. As did his glazed eyes when his eyelashes lifted slightly.
That small whimper of sound made Reno's expression turn decidedly hungry, but he was determined Cloud would break before he did. The fine hairs of the paintbrush left behind intricate calligraphy all along the hard shaft then flicked over the swollen head. Reno put down the brush and leaned in to taste his artwork, lapping at the head with his tongue then moved away to survey his creation.
Cloud was absolutely beautiful. Kneeling submissively, knees spread and exposing himself, covered in red paint that gave a warm glow to his fair skin...Reno had never seen anything that he had ever wanted more. He was ready to feast on every inch of marked skin, but first...
"Don't move," Reno whispered again and left the room. Totally unselfconscious with his own nudity, he walked with a slinky grace that should have been difficult with the evident hardness between his legs. He returned with a full length mirror and turned it to face Cloud.
"Look at yourself, baby, and see what I see."
Cloud gazed into the mirror, a little taken aback by the look of pure lust he saw on his face. His chest and shoulders, neck and cheeks were peppered with sexual flush underneath the paint. And the paint... crimson red on pale, freckled flesh. The design was beautiful.
"You're quite the artist," Cloud licked his lips and swallowed. "I should be your canvas more often. Can I see the back?"
"Of course you can, but then I want you kneeling again facing the mirror."
Reno adjusted the mirror and held out a hand to help his love stand up. He'd been kneeling for quite a while, after all.
"You're the only canvas I'll ever need and the only person I'll ever paint for."
Cloud took the offered hand and turned slightly so he could see the phoenix soaring on his back. His knees felt stiff from kneeling so long, but he glowed in the mirror. Satisfied he had seen his husband's artistic rendering, Cloud returned to the couch and knelt facing the mirror. Was the mirror staying?
Oh he ached. He wanted to be touched. Wanted to feel release. Wanted to moan and scream and feel Reno all around him. He wasn't sure how long he could remain calm but he wanted to try, for Reno.