Happy Birthday was made for you

Rude sits up, eyes slipping shut as he pulls Reno against him and rocks into a state of slick friction, his hand lost and pressed between their fronts to keep his grip on the dripping beast that drives Reno this far. He shivers against the digging nails, hunching and flexing the muscles in his back to move them again and work against them in hopes of feeling them deeper.

With Reno's legs around him, he hunches further and leaves nearly vicious bites across the fair collarbones, pistoning his hips to keep himself pumping deep enough from this position. "Gods," he pants again, somewhere between the string of syllables in Reno's name.

Reno squeezes it into a pain Rude's never experienced before, not even through the control exercises he used to do to himself. It's a pain he can't find fault with, though, stringing his awareness over a tightrope and twisting around it, choking it in the most pleasant of manners. It steals his breath and he finds himself lightheaded and panting against Reno's neck, verbally growling what his brain demands plainly. "More..."

He squeezes at Reno's cock, almost as if trying to return the favor, and huffs against his neck, biting and sucking his way up to a delicate ear. "Reno," he breathes against it, his voice darkened a notch, but nowhere near as dangerous as it was a few minutes ago, and the rest of his words are lost to a motor-like low groan as his rhythm below becomes slightly erratic.

"Again," he finally rumbles out, though it's hard to discern what he's requesting again. A detached part of him wishes he could make more sense- he was quite lucid with every other lover he's had; he doesn't see why he can't be now.


Reno digs his nails in deeper until he's sure he's drawing blood and he muffles his cries into the thick shoulder he's clinging to as Rude pushes in deeper. His own weight presses him down, impaling him farther on the dick inside him but he tosses his head back when Rude begins to nip at his chest, offering more of his skin to the sharp snap of teeth that scrape over him. He can't seem to ebb the grunts and moans that filter up with each thrust.

Reno unhooks his ankles and brings his legs around, planting himself on his knees and straddling Rude; the new position affords him enough leverage to begin hesitantly raising and lowering himself to meet Rude's movements and once he's got the rhythm down, he happily bounces himself to make the thrusting deeper and harder. It hurts slightly, but in a good way that Reno can't get enough of, and he angles himself as best he can to push Rude against that strange spot inside that twinges and sings every time it's struck.

The hand around him tightens until it hurts but it stays just shy of being too much, drawing a strangled cry from Reno. His hands scrabble over Rude's back, raking over the tendons that stand out from sweat slicked skin as Rude strains to move them both, and up over the back of the smooth head, pressing Rude closer as if he could grasp more of that growl.

Every word from Rude feels like it reaches straight into his body and plucks at his spinal cord, reverberating through him, and with their chests pressed together this way it's more of a physical sensation than anything he can hear which causes the hair on his arms to stand on end.

Reno does his best to give in to the commanding voice against his ear though the meaning is ambiguous at best. He snaps his hips down and drives himself as far as he can onto Rude, curling his head against the teeth and moist breath against his earring and barking short throaty cries against Rude's temple.

He can't quite understand what "again" means but he leans forward enough to snap at the sharp thorn in Rude's ear and champ at it around growls and whines. He gives it a harsh tug and then suckles at it as if it were a physical part of his lover's body. The tang of metal hits his tongue and mingles much more strongly with sweat now, salty and slightly musky, but it lacks the perfume bitterness that most women's jewelry picks up over time.

It's a clean flavor, strong and clear against the roof of his mouth and Reno moans around it before he's forced to let it go. He pants against the delicate curve of silver and skin, the now wet thorn pressed against his jaw, and rakes his fingers across Rude's back again. "Fuck....oh f-fuck.......Rude......gods...yes..th-that's it...fuck...do me good, partner.....fuckin' hurt me......gods....uuuuugnnnnhhhhh........"

Rude's body shudders at every tug and scrape of tongue on his ear. He can feel that, he can feel it all over his body- a twitch of Reno's tongue even startles the backs of his knees, it seems. Rude leans backward, the muscles across his legs and back steeling further under Reno's hands to support them, but he finds that this lessens his efforts on Reno's body in favor of keeping them upright.

He begins to shift, but has to turn his head to catch every drop of Reno's words at his ear, and nearly collapses from the impact on his mind. Beyond accepting, Reno WANTS; above begging now, he demands, and even as it's been this way for the year they've worked together, Rude can't find it in himself to deny these demands.

With a growl, he pitches forward and presses Reno into the bed again, letting go of his back and need to run hands over his sides and up the legs clinging to Rude's waist. Around the knees and gripping, Rude pulls them away from himself and forces them back, knees to shoulders, until Reno's torso curls up against him and the innards shift to press and present the target for a more aggressive onslaught.

Rude's hands bear Reno's knees down to frame their faces as he leans himself, catching the demanding devil's tongue with his own in another heated kiss. He wants to swallow these sounds, to see what they taste like and feel like against his own face. He forges a harsh rhythm Reno requests (they need), and once convinced Reno's body will stay this way without supervision, he lets go of the legs to rub over the skinny arms, drag the graceful hands back over Reno's head, and thread their fingers together.

"Again," he repeats in a snarl against Reno's lips, "do it- do it for me again- need y- need to h... hear you-" and his ragged breath doesn't let him explain further, only allowing him to cover Reno's mouth once more.


The pain of entry and virginal nervousness now forgotten, Reno is in his element once again. He knows lust, considers it an old friend, and while the whole of the sensations assaulting his mind and body are different than anything previous, they still all boil down to the most basic of needs and desires, ones which Reno is intimately aware of. This time though, the desire, the need, has been concentrated into something more visceral and wanton than anything he's used to.

He wants Rude, NEEDS him, is fueled on by the fact that he knows, without hesitation, how much Rude wants this too and that nothing will be asked of him more than he is willing to give. For that, Reno is willing to give almost everything and that fact would surprise him if he could think clearly enough to acknowledge it. He digs his short nails into Rude's back when the world suddenly tips from beneath him, spilling them both onto the bed, and lets out a hard grunt as his head slaps back into the pillows and Rude's weight shifts forward, burying his partner into him even further.

Rude is on his chest again, heated breaths setting the hairs next to his ear dancing every time the larger man's body moves, and Reno can feel the iron grip wrapped around him suddenly loosen. Rude's hands pull away but he doesn't offer enough time for Reno to complain about the sudden lack of stimulation to his dick.

As long as Rude's hands are touching him somehow, Reno is content to trust his partner. He starts to curl his legs back up to wrap around the thick waist between his thighs, bringing his knees up to meet Rude's touches, but strong fingers curl over them and push down instead.

He doesn't fight the motion and suddenly finds himself all the more exposed to the insistent push into his body, his vision framed by his own knees and filled entirely with the most beautiful vision he could have ever imagined. The new position tears away the last vestiges of resistance Reno has, laying him open to Rude's whims, Rude's wants, Rude's driving push and cries are forced up from between his lips with each movement now with no attempt to form them into anything coherent.

His world dissolves into a blur of sensations and lust, leaving him clawing at Rude's back as his partner's tongue invades his mouth and completes the circle of their bodies. He lets his lover swallow his cries, not bothering to try containing them, and braces the insides of his feet against the broad ribcage above him to facilitate keeping his legs where Rude wants them.

His knees nestle into the crook of his partner's shoulders and he massages, scratches and kneads at Rude's head and neck until a firm grip around his wrists brings his hands back down to the mattress. He finds them drawn back up over his head and he tries to tug them back down at first, needing to grip something to keep himself grounded, before fingers intertwine with his own.

Reno clamps down, clinging to the man above him and letting Rude's strength keep them focused, as that rolling thunder that he's come to associate with his partner's voice vibrates along the back of his thighs and finally spills forth in the form of words.

Reno has never heard Rude stutter. Never heard anything but unflappable calm in that deep voice and his partner certainly never says anything without knowing every syllable before it's uttered, and thus the halting words that he's offered are music to the redhead's ears as they announce the almost complete break in the walls the older Turk has built around him.

Reno's tongue slides over Rude's as the kiss is pressed again and small nasal whines filter up every time he can feel the hard flesh slipping in and out of him; the sheer novelty of the feeling takes it from being just intense to almost overwhelming. Coupled with the fact that the new position shoves the head of Rude's dick against that sweet spot inside, allowing a blow to it with every thrust, it doesn't take long for a thin shining smear of prejack to coat Reno's lower abs and his moans take on a more desperate air.

If he could just get a bit more stimulation than the rub of Rude's body over his cock, then he would be well on his way to the most intense orgasm of his life. When he can finally break free from the kiss for a few moments, he gasps in a few shuddered breaths and nips at Rude's lower lip. "Ah..ah...F-fuck....Rude.....Oh..ohgods...yes...ugh...so..so damn....goood...."

Reno's mind struggles to find something more coherent or seductive to say but it all slips away like water with every thrust. His body is feeling too good and the dizzy spin of so much alcohol in his veins is pulling away his ability to form much in the way of words so he pushes out the only one that seems to come to mind over and over..

"More....fuck Rude....m-more....please......uh..UGH....AHH..."