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kinkfestTitle: Trees through the Forest
Author/Artist: derestissilence
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight gunkink and leather kink, handjobs
Summary: Vincent has disappeared into the Sleeping Forest. Reeve follows, and gets more than he bargained for
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
It was his own damn fault for following Vincent into the Sleeping Forest. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when the gunner pinned him up against a tree. That knowledge didn’t stop him from flinching, the cool steel of the Cerberus’ barrel pressed up against his neck.
“What do you want, Reeve.”
He looked into the man’s crimson eyes. In this setting, Vincent seemed almost unearthly. His pale skin was beautifully lighted by the filtered moonlight of the forest. He seemed to be a god, one who would put even Aphrodite to shame with his looks.
“I wanted to see you again. You’ve been away from Kalm for so long, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you.”
Those pale lips curled up in a faint smile.
“You missed me?” he said, unzipping the coat with his claw, holding Reeve down with the weight of his body. Reeve turned his head to the side, letting the gunner kiss his neck, a soft moan escaping his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The cold steel of Cerberus ended up back in its holster. Vincent teased him, licking his neck and opening his shirt, leather and metal grazing his skin.
“Ohhhh god, Vincent…” He was already hard. He really had missed Vincent, in many different ways. He had spent many nights imagining the man naked on his bed, imagined all the things they could do together.
He fumbled at the man’s leather pants, finally slipping his hands down them, drawing a moan out of the gunner. He wasn’t about to let Vincent have all the fun.
Vincent soon got back at him, a leather-clad hand shoved down his pants and caressing his balls. He rolled back against the tree in a moan, Vincent purring his approval of this action.
The purring and the moans echoed through the forest, highlighting their solitude. Vincent thrust into his hand, needy, stroking him hard, just on the edge of being too much. It was bliss, pure and utter bliss. Skin-against-leather soon proved to be too much for Reeve, and he moaned, coming in Vincent’s hand, working hard to get Vincent off, shuddering when he finally did.
Vincent pressed his leather-clad, come coated fingers into Reeve’s mouth, and Reeve obligingly sucked them clean.
“You’re something else, Reeve.”
“So are you.”
Author/Artist: derestissilence
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight gunkink and leather kink, handjobs
Summary: Vincent has disappeared into the Sleeping Forest. Reeve follows, and gets more than he bargained for
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
It was his own damn fault for following Vincent into the Sleeping Forest. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when the gunner pinned him up against a tree. That knowledge didn’t stop him from flinching, the cool steel of the Cerberus’ barrel pressed up against his neck.
“What do you want, Reeve.”
He looked into the man’s crimson eyes. In this setting, Vincent seemed almost unearthly. His pale skin was beautifully lighted by the filtered moonlight of the forest. He seemed to be a god, one who would put even Aphrodite to shame with his looks.
“I wanted to see you again. You’ve been away from Kalm for so long, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you.”
Those pale lips curled up in a faint smile.
“You missed me?” he said, unzipping the coat with his claw, holding Reeve down with the weight of his body. Reeve turned his head to the side, letting the gunner kiss his neck, a soft moan escaping his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The cold steel of Cerberus ended up back in its holster. Vincent teased him, licking his neck and opening his shirt, leather and metal grazing his skin.
“Ohhhh god, Vincent…” He was already hard. He really had missed Vincent, in many different ways. He had spent many nights imagining the man naked on his bed, imagined all the things they could do together.
He fumbled at the man’s leather pants, finally slipping his hands down them, drawing a moan out of the gunner. He wasn’t about to let Vincent have all the fun.
Vincent soon got back at him, a leather-clad hand shoved down his pants and caressing his balls. He rolled back against the tree in a moan, Vincent purring his approval of this action.
The purring and the moans echoed through the forest, highlighting their solitude. Vincent thrust into his hand, needy, stroking him hard, just on the edge of being too much. It was bliss, pure and utter bliss. Skin-against-leather soon proved to be too much for Reeve, and he moaned, coming in Vincent’s hand, working hard to get Vincent off, shuddering when he finally did.
Vincent pressed his leather-clad, come coated fingers into Reeve’s mouth, and Reeve obligingly sucked them clean.
“You’re something else, Reeve.”
“So are you.”
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