His palm collided with the wall yet his front frame remained a few inches away from the President’s. It was like he could go this far but stop himself at the closest point not to touch him. His chin hovered upon the man’s shoulder, his neck only visible for him to look at. He warmly breathed down on it, almost obvious that he was resisting to misbehave. Yet he’d done a lot to capture his boss’ attention and corner him in an inappropriate position.
His other hand rested against his own side, and the arm up the wall he’d sustained from making contact with the boss’ clothing or even his smooth blond hair. So close yet so far from satisfying his urges.
The redhead’s hand slowly slid down on the wall with the President’s hand curled in a grip on his arm. This was what Reno liked most, however stern did Rufus sound he didn’t use physical force to pry him away. So he was shamelessly allowing himself to cross the line sometimes.
❝ You know what I want, Boss. ❞ he voiced with a whisper, turning his head but titled it back the moment he'd realised his lips were too close to his pale neck. He could yet again inhale the scent of the familiar cologne the President typically wore. He continued to slither his hand down the wall before removing it from the cold surface and rested it to his side as well, not minding the other's hand holding onto it knowing he'd no longer had him pressed against the wall with it. But even without the use of his hands, there was just a little distance between them. Reno found it amusing that he couldn't dare to touch him without permission since it'd be the only time he couldn't get himself such luxury. His lips formed a haughty smile as he moved back a tad so he could face Rufus.
❝ Funny. I could let myself go as far as this on ya. Didn't think it'd frustrate me this much, huh. Are ya enjoyin' that? I bet ya do. ❞ he spoke with a light tone, not making a big deal out of the situation. He gazed at him, his face expressing a tiny bit of impish glee.
