Happy Birthday was made for you

It feels like someone's parked a small bus in his ass and the push behind his stomach shifts his organs in a way that Reno's not quite sure how to ease. There's pain around the entry and he can feel his muscles protesting, twitching around the intruder, but it's the sheer oddness of the feeling that makes the most impact and he grunts uncomfortably at first, trying to shift so the press against his spine won't be so pronounced.

He cracks one eye to peer up at Rude when his partner makes the comment about his own first time. There's a note of something...unpleasant in his voice that makes Reno wonder if that first time was also his last but Rude doesn't look like he wants to elaborate and Reno lets it drop for now. He concentrates on the hand smoothing through his hair and the gentle kisses that scrape across his throat as he tries to adjust.

The feeling is strange to say the least, he's never felt...full before, not like this, and it presses at the back of his stomach in a way that reminds him how much he's had to drink tonight. Reno actively works to ignore the statement Rude makes about how to get him back out, he'd rather not think about that if he's going to enjoy this at all, and from the sound of it, Rude isn't any happier about his choice of words.

It's not exactly the most romantic thing he's ever heard and again he has to wonder why the hell gay men do this if it feels this uncomfortable. It's strange to breathe and he feels a little cramped until Rude gives him some advice for dealing with it.

Following the advice is harder than he thought but Reno reluctantly lets go of Rude's shoulder and forces himself to put both arms back up over his head, pulling himself up slightly to stretch his torso out as much as possible. He hadn't realized how much he'd curled in on himself when the push had happened but the stretch does seem to remove some of the cramping and makes it easier to bear the weight behind his stomach.

He takes in a few breaths, holding them into his chest instead of his stomach and it eases the feeling a little more until it becomes far more bearable. Reno, twists his fingers into the pillow again to keep from moving them, his knuckles pressing lightly against the cool wood of the headboard, and he forces his legs to relax again, hoping that it will help this go from just acceptable to perhaps something he might enjoy.

He's had Rude close before, as partners they'd been in each other's personal space more than most friends would have been comfortable with, but it's entirely another feeling all together to know his partner is actually inside him and Reno looks up at him to see what, if any, affect this is having on him.

"Is it....do I...do I feel good?" Reno's sure it's got to be tight, he can feel that much but he half wonders if it's so much different than a woman and the fleeting image of their positions being reversed shoots through his head before he can stop it. Maybe someday Rude will be comfortable enough to let him inside and the thought is far more enticing than he'd thought it would be.

"S'ok.......you can...you can move, Rude. S'ok." His voice is softer than he meant it to be, the product of breathing through his chest instead of his stomach. His body is already beginning to accept the new sensations and adjust accordingly, dulling the discomfort to a degree and leaving it as just an odd feeling instead of an unpleasant one and he wants to see if Rude can push it to something that actively feels good instead.


He opens his mouth to answer, but instead waits for Reno to shift and speak again. It takes a lot more than encouragement to coax Rude any further. And he has to think about it before he can give an answer, anyway. It hurts like a son of a bitch, being clamped on like this, but it's something he can get used to and even like, if he can get Reno to loosen up just another fraction of an inch.

He pulls his hips back just that much, closing his eyes against the rolling squeeze, and presses in again slowly, certain that he can feel each of Reno's nerve endings moving over him.

"It does," he finally breathes, moving carefully to tuck his arms snugly at Reno's sides, "and better." He wanted this, wanted something like it, wanted Reno any way he could get- and he still does. He finds the idea of affecting Reno this deeply, being this affected by him, losing control of himself even in the tiniest degree, incredibly erotic and addictive.

He pulls away and back in again, a little further each way, and continues his oral assault on Reno's neck, daring to roll his body across Reno's front in lieu of rubbing him as he gradually works into a slow, steadily deeper pace.


Reno brings his hands down to smooth them up Rude's arms when the larger man hesitates. There's a muscle in his partner's throat that twitches when he's hurting and Reno notes the movement enough to realize he's probably squeezing the hell out of him. He forces himself to relax as much as he can, murmuring words of encouragement around his own uncertainty in an attempt to get his partner to relax as well, and shifts his hips slightly to test out the new sensation.

Without the horrible press against his stomach, it's a lot easier to accept, though he winces when Rude starts to move again. It feels like someone is tugging on every organ below his waist for a second until the push comes from the other direction but he doesn't let the minor discomfort throw him off and instead he focuses on getting Rude to feel confident again.

He's not sure what it is about the confirmation that he feels good inside that means so much to him, but it tugs a smile across Reno's lips regardless and he rubs his fingers encouragingly along the broad shoulders above him, urging Rude to keep going and his body responds more to that statement than it has to all the caresses on his skin offered so far.

He can feel the muscles below loosen to accommodate each push and after a minute or so, aided by the kisses and nips along his neck, the feeling is no longer actively uncomfortable. It shifts into something intense but in a way Reno decides he can quickly get used to and he finds his breath catching on every thrust as the pain from earlier is driven from his mind and his body begins to seek out the more pleasurable aspects of this encounter.

The rub against him is intoxicating and he can feel the silk slithering along his hips on either side as Rude's body moves, rocking him up and down against the mattress beneath the weight hovering over him. His feet come up to balance and press along the back of Rude's calves, feeling the muscles there as they flex and roll with each movement, and his dick twitches back to life between them as it is rubbed.

Panted breaths give way to muted whines and soon enough, Reno's hips begin to match and meet Rude's rhythm with the same instinct that he uses in the field as the feeling goes from just being full to sending that now familiar spark up into his stomach as his prostate is rubbed. The feeling is more muffled this way without Rude's fingers pressing directly against him but it's there none the less and is feeling good enough for him to refocus on his own physical pleasure again.

He brings his hand down almost out of instinct, seeking to push that feeling to something sharper by getting a hand around his cock but he hesitates as his fingers caress over Rude's side. Rude told him that he wouldn't have to do that tonight, that his pleasure would be seen to and for once, Reno's sure he can trust that his lover actually means it. His fingers twitch against the silken skin beneath them as he struggles against his more basic physical urges.

He's not used to having to wait and when it came to orgasms, Reno has always had to hunt down his own, but the urge is overridden by the memory of that deep rumble against his skin promising that tonight would be different and this time he's willing to trust it.

That voice has never lied to him before, never led him astray. We can get in through here. I loaded your weapon already. Three suspects in the front, two in the back. Every word his partner has uttered has always proven true when it came to Reno and he can't imagine NOT trusting his partner now.

He moves his fingers back up, reluctantly withdrawing from his own growing need, and instead he forces himself to put his hands back over his head. He won't let himself betray that trust tonight. Rude promised. Rude never breaks a promise. Reno takes a stranglehold onto the pillow again, desperate to keep his hands from straying where they shouldn't, and he turns his head instead to nuzzle against Rude's ear, hooking an earring around his tongue and giving it a sharp tug before sucking it into his mouth and nursing the sting with care.

Nasal whimpers are breathed into the shell of Rude's ear as Reno assaults the silver hoop in his mouth and his body begins to roll with the rest of his hips, pushing his chest up against the warmth above him. He releases the earring with a final flick of his tongue and traces the rest of the delicate curve studded with gleaming metal until he reaches the top where he offers it a fleeting snap of his teeth. "R-Rude......touch me.....please........" The words are heated whispers interwoven with hungry little sounds that accompany every push from above.


Reno is accepting him. It's the most mind-blowing realization Rude has come to in his life, surpassing even the discovery of his aptitude and zeal for his job. The touches over him, the shivering words rolling up to his ears are proving more than he can handle with his proper grip of self-control. He sucks in his breath with a body wide shudder, hovering closer to Reno's face, and picks up speed, though cautiously.

His side twitches when Reno's fingers brush him, and every nerve in his torso strains to converge on that spot, his throat pushing forward an uncharacteristically soft sound in response. Nothing Rude has ever wanted or achieved has come close to this. Nothing he will ever want again can compare.

He can barely register the return of Reno's arms to curl above his head- only that the legs cling tighter, that the voice is losing control much in the same way he is. The tongue over his ear raises a wanton snarl from his throat, and he almost drives his head against Reno's face in demand of more.

He wonders what he tastes like, if Reno tastes like fire. Smoke, perhaps, but he doesn't bother himself thinking too hard about it. He just knows he needs more. more of that tongue, more of those lips and teeth...

Rude nearly loses himself in the pace and sensation, but once again is pulled to the surface by an aching dream. Please. Of its own volition, come to life the way he's imagined for the longest time, only better, wrapped in the essence of the Siren. The beautiful word elicits a deep groan from him, and he lowers his head to rest it on Reno's shoulder as he drives. That name has never sounded so wonderful until tonight- even in his imagination.

"Reno," he breathes, in disjointed syllables, and he has to repeat it a few times before he can understand himself. And then he repeats it again, because it feels right. One hand slithers its way down Reno's side and between them, toying with the band of silk tied at the slender trunk before taking a hold of the tie's captive, a little more roughly than he ought to, but he can't quite help it.

His hand pulls, falls to the rhythm, squeezes and absorbs the heat and pulsing cupped in it. The other arm curls around Reno's waist and hauls him closer as Rude pulls backward slightly, almost sitting up. "T... gods... h-hold onto me..." he begs, unable to articulate further.


Had he known what affect the word 'please' could have on Rude before; Reno might have made a point of saying it more often. The armor that Rude had wrapped around himself takes another blow and Reno can see the first real signs of his partner losing himself utterly to the moment; it only serves to drive him onward. He meets the heavy groan with one of his own, wrapping his voice around his partner's as he brings his legs up higher to hook around Rude's waist.

The movement pushes him farther up, raising his hips and offering more of himself to Rude's insistent pushes, and the new angle drives the cock pressing into him even deeper than before. His own name drifts up, faint and somewhat garbled at first, but growing in strength and clarity until the larger man above him is murmuring it over and over like a mantra against his neck.

Reno shivers and lets his own resolve falter a little more, his whimpers rising to open mouthed moans that punctuate each thrust and his thighs flex against the waist he's clinging to as he feels a strong hand slipping down his side. It curls over one hip and then slips inward and Reno can feel the tug and liquid ripple of silk as Rude's fingers toy with the tie still wrapped around him. His dick is fairly pulsing with the blood pooling to it and the need there makes his whole pelvis ache just from having Rude's fingers so close.

"Oh gods...yes......Rude......please........fuck...oh fuck.........gods....touch me..."

The squeeze is intense to the point of almost painful when Rude's strong hand (the same one that grips his gun, beats men to death, wields his EMR, grips his.....) wraps around Reno's dick and he cries out in ways that prostitutes would kill to learn as his whole lower half is flooded in sensation.

The push between his legs, the flex of muscle against the inside of his thighs as Rude moves, the slick, wet pull and push of Rude's cock sliding in and out of him, the heat of the body over him, Rude's breath on his neck, and that hand stroking him roughly and sweetly and all consuming and so good.... Reno barely registers the first chill of moisture that appears on the crown bobbing in and out of Rude's fist but very soon, the man's hand is slicking the fluid down Reno's shaft with each stroke and it only makes the feeling even better.

An arm like corded steel slips under him and Reno bows his back enough to allow it passage. It grips him, fingers pressing just under his ribs, and pulls him upward to follow with Rude's movement. It doesn't take much to convince Reno to let go of the pillow as the need to touch Rude has been overwhelming now that his own physical needs are being met, and he snaps his arms around the thick neck and traces the curve of Rude's jaw line with kisses and nips. Long fingers dig into Rude's skin, betraying the strength of their owner and reminding that Reno's smaller stature hides a lot more than most give him credit for.