Happy Birthday was made for you

The hand on Reno's stomach works to keep him from pushing up too much and he lets Rude' keep him still at first, allowing himself to get more used to having that finger in him and learning to enjoy the feeling. He gradually develops an appreciation for the movement itself, the feeling of that rub against his insides and the tight ring around his entry that helps fuel his lust and even though nothing is being directly touched that could get him off yet, the feeling is quickly becoming addictive.

He twitches and sighs around a moan when Rude finally turns to glance over his sweet spot inside, that strange area he is still trying to get used to having, but his reactions to the stimulation are calmer this time without the addition of so much stimulation on his dick. He works to keep himself relaxed, letting Rude's push shift him back and forth on the bed, and he forcibly keeps his muscles from tightening at the pull of skin as his partner stretches him.

Every twinge of discomfort is quickly and methodically soothed by Rude's fingers and when coupled with the occasional spark against his prostate, Reno finds it a little easier to accept the painful stretch of the second finger pushing in. He accepts the new intrusion with nothing more than a grunt but his body seems to adapt quickly enough and he goes back to shifting easily with the rocking motion of Rude's hand, muted whimpers drifting up from his lips with each push.

He keeps his hands above his head, fisted into the pillow to give him stability against the prodding of his body, but his legs hang loose to rub against Rude's thighs and his head rolls to one side to allow the larger man access to the side of Reno's face. He focuses his sight on the curve of his own arm and the nightstand beyond it but doesn't really see them, his mind too preoccupied with the husky voice purring against his ear and the feeling of want building in his stomach.

Reno's eyes slip shut at the confession, a shiver racing over his spine. Rude wants him, wants him so bad that he can't find words for it and that in and of itself is enough to make Reno groan and push up against his partner. He's been wanted before but never by anyone this strong and wonderfully dangerous. It hits him then what makes Rude's desire for him so much more acceptable and wanted in return: Rude is his equal.

The man hovering over him, touching him, wanting him, is not weak or frail in anyway. He doesn't need to be coddled or pampered out of any fear that he'll throw a tantrum; he doesn't need to be protected as he's so capable of doing it himself and that only serves to make Reno want to protect him all the more. Rude is on equal ground with Reno, his partner and friend, and that makes a monumental world of difference for what it means when Rude confesses his desire.

Rude isn't looking for a protector in Reno, he's not looking for someone to give him material goods or to go on fucking shopping sprees. His want is pure and simple, elegant in all the ways that Rude is, and that makes it all the more potent to Reno. It lacks the usual layer of bullshit that accompanies those words normally and for once in his life, Reno can honestly believe them when they're said.

The noise he makes when he feels the press of Rude's crown against his hole is utterly lewd but shame isn't high on Reno's list of priorities under normal circumstances and these are far from normal. His pelvis thrusts impatiently up against Rude's, grinding his all too needy erection against the soft trail of hair below Rude's navel and clamps his fists down harder on the pillow at the request in his ear.

He knows this is going to hurt but can't bring himself to care much as he pushes down against Rude only to find that his physical demand is refused at first. Every push on his behalf only results in Rude pulling back and maintaining that soft but constant pressure just at the edge of his entry. The fingers inside him refuse to offer much more in the way of stimulation and Reno whines in the back of his throat as his dick twitches against Rude's stomach.

Rude lays the conditions of his pleasure out for Reno and the redhead growls in response, his body pushing again demandingly. He's not used to begging, has never had to beg for sex before, and the idea at first makes his more rebellious nature rear its head. Reno tries another push, whimpers his frustration at not getting any leeway and begins to move his hand down to touch himself.

He needs some sort of release, needs to get more of that friction and if Rude won't give it, then he'll get it himself but he finds his path blocked by Rude's body. Another growl of frustration boils up from his chest and he digs his fingers into Rude's shoulder. "I ain't....dammit, Rude...... c'mon......"

He growls again, turning his head to snarl against Rude's ear and attempts once more to wedge his hand between their bodies and ease the ache that's building in his dick every time he feels Rude's twitch against his skin but he knows it's a losing fight and finally he relents. He needs this, he needs it too much to back out now and he's sure he's going to explode if he doesn't get some relief soon.

"Ok, f-fine......FUCK, Rude......give it to me.....p-please....Rude.....please......fuck me........gods, please......."


Rude moves easily with Reno, remaining on the brink as long as he needs to. He reaches to grab Reno's hand but misses, and instead opts to move those hands up by the arms, holding them gently but firmly above Reno's head once more while still keeping himself at bay from Reno's hips.

“I said you're not doing that tonight," he reminds the man quietly. And then Reno breaks down, and Rude has to close his eyes to bear the brunt of the effect. The need he hears is everything he's imagined, though more insistent. He likes this, he thinks. A lot more than he ought to.

With a close to breathless noise, he releases Reno's arms and returns one hand to himself, positioning and prodding until he rests at the right spot again. Rather than tease, however, he pushes carefully to guide himself in, pausing frequently when the way becomes too tight and running his hand along Reno's side to try relaxing him.

Rude kisses when and where he can, at Reno's face, neck, forehead, shoulder, but he has no encouraging words to offer. 'It'll feel good real soon, I promise' is the kind of sentence that soured him to the concept in the first place so long ago, though none of it had been this cautious or consuming.

He stops when he can feel Reno close around the base of his crown, stilled by the balk from the inner barrier. He sits up carefully, hands rubbing as soothingly as he can over Reno's front, and regards him with an expression half of concern and half of hungry lust. "It can get worse before it gets better," he murmurs with a note of guilt. "Can you handle it?"


Reno returns his grip to the pillow, content now that Rude isn't going to tease him any more, and he twists his fingers into the soft fabric to give him a point of focus as he relaxes the rest of his body. The push at first is no different than Rude's fingers had been but the stretch quickly overtakes anything he's handled up to this point and goes beyond it. There's a sharp sting as the skin protests that Rude is simply too large to fit and Reno grits his teeth as he fights to keep his lower body relaxed.

He's not uninitiated to the ways of pain, being a TURK means having a high tolerance or going insane, but it doesn't make the flare that shoots up his spine and lights up his whole lower half any easier to take. His erection flags in the face of that sharp sting but Reno manages to maintain as much decorum as he ever has.

There is no cry, no begging or tears, he simply goes a shade whiter against the sheets and clamps his lips shut, taking long shaky breaths in through his nose as he accepts the pain and then files it away in his head. He tries to concentrate on the good feelings, Rude's fingers on his skin, the kisses that brush over him and the smell of Rude's aftershave when he can catch the hint of it, and soon enough he can feel the snap of his own muscles as the head of Rude's dick passes beyond the first ring.

Mercifully, there's no snagging or friction pull thanks to the lotion and Reno's mind helpfully supplies that maybe he should have shoved the whole bottle up there and squeezed first, but Rude stops moving and it gives Reno a moment of relief as he gathers his wits again.

He bolsters his courage and his resolve to see this the rest of the way through, reminding that this should get better at some point barring the idea that all gay men are masochists. He hisses out the breath he'd been holding for the last push and finally takes a few gulped lungfuls while his body gets used to this newest development.

Reno's dick has completely gone limp by this time, pain and concentration stealing his ability to keep it up regardless of the cloth tied around it, but he can't say he regrets anything so far. He looks up at Rude's words, squinting up at his partner through the sting and a sheen of moisture over his eyes. No tears fall though and he offers the larger man a tremulous smile and a nod.

"A-ain't made'a glass....m'a fuckin' TURK......c'n handle any fuckin' th-thing ya......nng.....throw at me." His voice is a bit strained but he manages to keep it light enough to make his point. Sure it burns like the hells right now but he's put his body through worse on occasion and it's never failed him yet.


Rude shakes his head and attempts to press a little further, but finds himself at a physical impasse. "This isn't supposed to be a fight," he reasons, rubbing at Reno's belly. "If you think of it like a fight or just... just something you can take, it only gets ugly no matter what we do." he sounds mildly disgusted at the idea, and his body stills again for a moment as he struggles again to replace the past with the here and now.

He's fairly certain, though, that Reno may not have the ability to make his body understand the difference between taking and liking long enough for Rude to get any further. He apologizes silently to the both of them in his mind before leaning down over Reno again, one hand ducking between them to cup and idle affectionately with Reno's cock while he takes another kiss, this time from the cup of Reno's ear.

He worries gently at the lobe with his tongue and teeth, sucking it in as he moves. Once he feels the slightest bit of give fro the inner muscle, he doesn't wait for Reno's body to rescind its hesitant acceptance. Giving a deep rumbling growl, he bites hard into Reno's ear- almost hard enough to draw blood- and while Reno is distracted with the pain of that, Rude presses home in a smooth thrust, trying not to get stopped by the impossible squeeze around him.

It hurts, being constricted that tightly- nothing like the women he's been with. He lets go of Reno's ear and licks at it. "Breathe from your chest," he whispers against it. "It'll hurt more if you use your stomach muscles."


Reno doesn't say anything else at first, merely nodding his understanding and trying to remind himself that this isn't a challenge so much as something he simply needs to relax into so he can enjoy it. He tries to focus on the memory of how good it had felt when Rude had stroked him earlier, recalling the intense sensation that had rocked him on the couch when that spot inside had been stimulated.

He grunts when he feels the hand on his cock again but the stimulation is a welcome distraction and he sighs into the kisses against his ear. It gets him well on the way to feeling good again, the pain below so much easier to ignore when Rude's fingers feel so good and the scratch of Rude's goatee is against his ear.

Reno moans softly, letting the last of his tension fall away as Rude nibbles on him and he even brings one hand down to smooth over the back of his partner's head, encouraging the behavior. "Yeah, baby. Just like that...s'nice..."

Reno is just getting back into the swing of things and can feel the protesting muscles below finally relaxing when his world explodes in a flare of pain. He screams, caught off guard by both the hard bite to his ear and the sudden thrust into him, and his body bucks up off the bed as far as he can go until Rude's weight forces him back down.

Reno reacts instinctively, slamming a punch to Rude's shoulder that's sure to leave a bruise come morning but fortunately, Rude's shoulder is in the way of the more destructive blow to the ribs or kidney that could have landed. Reno's other hand snaps down with an iron grip on Rude's other shoulder, fingernails digging in, and he snarls incoherently against Rude's cheek.

There's a few moments where he struggles in earnest, growling in pain, before he realizes he's hurting himself more than helping. He stills back down under Rude and lays panting and making a few small whimpers against the pillow with his eyes squeezed shut. "Could'a fuckin' warned me...." he growls out softly into the comforter.


Rude remains still, not set to aggravate his partner's insides any more than they already must be. The punch hurts, but he's been in brawls worse than that, and the feral reaction to him is a beautiful thing, he finds. He almost wonders if he did that in order to get such a rise in the first place.

"I did when we started. If I did again, you would have closed up again. I did that when I was warned." He doesn't go into further detail, but instead kisses Reno's collarbone in something like a nearly apologetic tenderness, smoothing out his hair as he does. "If you want me out, I'll need you to push like you're trying to... to use the bathroom."

He doesn't sound pleased with the idea, and looks a little disgusted that it's the only comparison he can think of. "If you want me to keep going, then breathe from your chest and stretch out. You need to be comfortable." He sighs against Reno's shoulder and sits up slightly, propped on his hands but refusing to move his hips until Reno decides one way or another.