There really is nothing subtle about lifting a grown man off his feel to kiss him fully. Reinhardt doesn't care. He could use the excuse of traditions. You kissed under the mistletoe. But this is more than a tradition. Much more. There's definitely something about the way Ocelot holds onto him. How they fit together. He loves the feel of those fingers in his hair. And he doesn't care what anyone thinks. He's allowed to indulge a little. It's not like he's hurting anyone in this.
Still, he knows he must part. If only so that he can take a slow and steady breath, still inches away from those lips. He hasn't put the man down yet. "I suppose I couldn't trouble you for a dance while I have your attention?" Not that he wouldn't mind continuing to stand right here and kiss this man a little more. It's rather enjoyable.
Ocelot has been mostly pleased with the evening. When they both finally break from the kiss, he's breathing just a little heavier than he had been before, though the expression on his face is as sharp as ever, and he really can't help but feel incredibly pleased with himself. Was it all just the mistletoe? One really can't be completely sure, but if he's being really honest with himself, he'd say that it wasn't all that.
Well, except for the part where it comes to kissing in front of a room full of people. But, of course, plenty of people seem rather occupied.
"I think that I've shown that I'd be more than happy to, my friend," he says, saying the last two words in German (because when else would he get the chance to practice?). Still, his eyes again trace back to the other man's lips. "Still, if you need more convincing, I'd be more than happy to oblige you."
Be still his Bavarian heart, that certainly is German he hears. He can't help the fond grin he gives the man. It takes a lot of effort not to just fall into his native tongue and talk Ocelot's ear off. It feels far too long since he's gotten to speak in German. Even with that universal translation, he knows the feel of it. "Ahh, that was good. And now I might not ever put you back on your feet! Not if you keep talking German with me!" Because what is dignity? He's not the one being carried like a sack of feathers.
He follows that look and leans in once more. One more stolen kiss, warmer and more demanding than the last. "To make up for lost ones once I put you down." He explains after before he's reluctantly setting Ocelot back on his feet. "I can assume you know waltz? If you need, I can let you lead. I know both sides."
If Ocelot was honest, he'd have been more than happy just to stay there kissing the other man. Well, that and maybe something else later on. But, considering the circumstances, this was probably for the best. He returns the kiss in full, looking rather pleased with himself even as the larger man sets him back down.
"If you ever want to speak German with someone, I'd be happy to offer," he says. It was just one of the many languages he was almost completely fluent in. And, he'd be more than happy to spend more one-on-one time with the other man. Now, as for the waltz...
"I should be able to follow," he says. The key word is "should".
"Don't offer that, or you'll never speak anything else around me." He's teasing and honestly, he could maybe repay the effort with some pretty poor attempts at the languages he learned as a younger man. All of which he only knew because he had worked on an international team.
"Sehr gut." Not that he wouldn't follow if he had to. This wouldn't be the first time he would have danced with a man. But right now, Reinhardt isn't focused on the past. Right now, it's just Ocelot and he effortlessly steps off into a stately waltz, keeping the man's shorter legs in mind.
"You know, I could always use the practice," Ocelot shrugs. Even with universal translation, there really was something to be said about speaking other languages.
As they begin the waltz, he finds himself enjoying it. Not quite as much as the kissing, but this is still nice. After all, the other man's pretty impressive.
"Where'd you learn how to dance?" He asks. After all, he knows so little about Reinhardt, even if the man is a proverbial open book, so to speak. Now was as good of a time as any to get a little more information.
And if he has to answer questions about himself? Well... he's ready for that too. Maybe he'll even be slightly truthful.
It's so easy to dance with Ocelot. The man seems rather light on his feet. Easy to move with so long as he keeps with the other's shorter leg span. He might have to shuffle a little, but it's worth it.
He gives a little laugh. He's not embarrassed about his past and he did just kiss a man. He thinks he can at least admit to some of the things he did when he had been a headstrong blond. "I learned from my King. He wasn't really a king. He was the commander of my unit. But he fashioned us after knights. So to me he was a king. Sometimes we would have these official fancy dress parties we'd have to attend for the PR. I begged him to teach me so that I could dance with him there without embarrassing him. A Lord and his Best Knight. The PR people would love it, ja? Of course it was just an excuse to get to dance with him. We had many dances before the end." He gives Ocelot a twirl. "You know what he would say to me, if he was here tonight. He would say, Reinhardt, mein schatz, get all my knights together with as many bag as you can. We are raiding this party! And then we would take all this food and distribute it to the people who actually need it."
He gives Ocelot a grin. "How many bags do you think we could spirit away from this place for the people?"
Ocelot listens to Reinhardt as he tells his story. An elite military unit fashioned after knights. Maybe a little strange, but definitely not the strangest thing he's ever heard of (he did work with the Cobras briefly, and they were much odder than that). And, after all, any good unit needed a strong gimmick, he thinks as Reinhardt twirls him.
"He sounds like he was a good commander," he says, carefully contemplating Reinhardt's next words. Now, he isn't exactly one for charity. But, he is one for petty theft. "That depends on how good you are at sneaking around."
"He was an amazing commander and an amazing man. I loved him very much." He is blunt about it because he's blunt about everything really. He has no shame in those feelings. Just like he has no shame for how much he still sometimes misses his King. "He was a true hero."
He pulls the man back against him and gives Ocelot a sheepish grin. "Do I look like I'm built for stealth? I'm better at being a distraction and the muscle to carry it all. But I still think I would want to try. Because it's what he would do. Is it not what yours would do?" Ocelot's commander or the one he loves...that's left up in the air.
Just for a moment, Ocelot can't help but think of the Boss and John. Likely the situations were completely different, but he'd never quite been one to hold the same level of devotion to his commanders. Though, he supposes, when you have a man like Volgin as your first experience, it's only to be expected.
"My first commander? He'd probably rather see everyone in here running in terror." He's silent for a moment. "But, I knew someone else who'd probably try to eat as much as he could, even if it wasn't edible. He'd gladly help you out if he thought it was a challenge."
So, in a way, he might've answered the question both ways, albeit unintentionally.
Oh, it's exactly like that. It's not platonic feelings of devotion from an underling to a commander that he speaks of. But he's also not ashamed of it. He never will be. Even if he knows it had been against every single military rule.
He gives a chuckle. "I think I'd like that man. Not your commander. The other one. So, I think we have ourselves a mission. For my King and for your friend, let's liberate as much food as we can and deliver it to the people." Well, as soon as they finish their dance.
For a moment, he's silent, looking thoughtful at Reinhardt's suggestion. He can't help but think that it's yet another story to tell John if when he wakes up. He'd leave out the kissing, of course, but as for the rest?
Well, it would definitely be fun. And so, his mouth begins to quirk upwards again, as he smiles in earnest.
"Sounds like a solid plan."
And, he gets to be a good communist as well, redistributing the wealth like that.
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Still, he knows he must part. If only so that he can take a slow and steady breath, still inches away from those lips. He hasn't put the man down yet. "I suppose I couldn't trouble you for a dance while I have your attention?" Not that he wouldn't mind continuing to stand right here and kiss this man a little more. It's rather enjoyable.
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Well, except for the part where it comes to kissing in front of a room full of people. But, of course, plenty of people seem rather occupied.
"I think that I've shown that I'd be more than happy to, my friend," he says, saying the last two words in German (because when else would he get the chance to practice?). Still, his eyes again trace back to the other man's lips. "Still, if you need more convincing, I'd be more than happy to oblige you."
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He follows that look and leans in once more. One more stolen kiss, warmer and more demanding than the last. "To make up for lost ones once I put you down." He explains after before he's reluctantly setting Ocelot back on his feet. "I can assume you know waltz? If you need, I can let you lead. I know both sides."
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"If you ever want to speak German with someone, I'd be happy to offer," he says. It was just one of the many languages he was almost completely fluent in. And, he'd be more than happy to spend more one-on-one time with the other man. Now, as for the waltz...
"I should be able to follow," he says. The key word is "should".
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"Sehr gut." Not that he wouldn't follow if he had to. This wouldn't be the first time he would have danced with a man. But right now, Reinhardt isn't focused on the past. Right now, it's just Ocelot and he effortlessly steps off into a stately waltz, keeping the man's shorter legs in mind.
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As they begin the waltz, he finds himself enjoying it. Not quite as much as the kissing, but this is still nice. After all, the other man's pretty impressive.
"Where'd you learn how to dance?" He asks. After all, he knows so little about Reinhardt, even if the man is a proverbial open book, so to speak. Now was as good of a time as any to get a little more information.
And if he has to answer questions about himself? Well... he's ready for that too. Maybe he'll even be slightly truthful.
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He gives a little laugh. He's not embarrassed about his past and he did just kiss a man. He thinks he can at least admit to some of the things he did when he had been a headstrong blond. "I learned from my King. He wasn't really a king. He was the commander of my unit. But he fashioned us after knights. So to me he was a king. Sometimes we would have these official fancy dress parties we'd have to attend for the PR. I begged him to teach me so that I could dance with him there without embarrassing him. A Lord and his Best Knight. The PR people would love it, ja? Of course it was just an excuse to get to dance with him. We had many dances before the end." He gives Ocelot a twirl. "You know what he would say to me, if he was here tonight. He would say, Reinhardt, mein schatz, get all my knights together with as many bag as you can. We are raiding this party! And then we would take all this food and distribute it to the people who actually need it."
He gives Ocelot a grin. "How many bags do you think we could spirit away from this place for the people?"
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"He sounds like he was a good commander," he says, carefully contemplating Reinhardt's next words. Now, he isn't exactly one for charity. But, he is one for petty theft. "That depends on how good you are at sneaking around."
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He pulls the man back against him and gives Ocelot a sheepish grin. "Do I look like I'm built for stealth? I'm better at being a distraction and the muscle to carry it all. But I still think I would want to try. Because it's what he would do. Is it not what yours would do?" Ocelot's commander or the one he loves...that's left up in the air.
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Just for a moment, Ocelot can't help but think of the Boss and John. Likely the situations were completely different, but he'd never quite been one to hold the same level of devotion to his commanders. Though, he supposes, when you have a man like Volgin as your first experience, it's only to be expected.
"My first commander? He'd probably rather see everyone in here running in terror." He's silent for a moment. "But, I knew someone else who'd probably try to eat as much as he could, even if it wasn't edible. He'd gladly help you out if he thought it was a challenge."
So, in a way, he might've answered the question both ways, albeit unintentionally.
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He gives a chuckle. "I think I'd like that man. Not your commander. The other one. So, I think we have ourselves a mission. For my King and for your friend, let's liberate as much food as we can and deliver it to the people." Well, as soon as they finish their dance.
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ifwhen he wakes up. He'd leave out the kissing, of course, but as for the rest?Well, it would definitely be fun. And so, his mouth begins to quirk upwards again, as he smiles in earnest.
"Sounds like a solid plan."
And, he gets to be a good communist as well, redistributing the wealth like that.