Happy Birthday was made for you

And Reno's pleading works its magic all over again. Rude almost has to stop to keep his mind, but decides against it- for the first time in his life, what little is left of his self-awareness suggest that this isn't the time to stay level. Tonight has been thrown far beyond Rude's most optimistic expectations; he doesn't want to fear what will happen tomorrow, or for the rest of their partnership. This is tonight. This is dreams- this is now. if he wants to give Reno something to remember in the morning with anything more than a cringe, tomorrow can't matter.

Rude shifts his balance to one arm, the cries against his skin causing him to shiver every other moment. It doesn't throw off his pace, though, and when one hand leaves Reno's grip, the other takes its place without reneging its original charge. the newly freed hand sweeps over the beautiful face and through straggling red hair, rubbing firmly down the neck and chest, before cupping once more around the needy cock pressing between them. "More," he agrees quietly, his mind automatically shutting off his awareness of sensations in his own body- as addictive as the feeling is, it isn't what he wants. He wants Reno to lose it again, to say his name that way again, to twist and heave and erupt like a wild young god again, all underneath him. He slows the pace of his hips marginally, but only to give him better leeway to thrust deeper and harder the way he can't if he goes too quickly in this position.

He pulls at it in the same harsh rhythm his hips forge, head lowered and labored breath huffing over Reno's chest. He wishes he could let Reno touch him again- wants these hands on hi like nothing else- but that would distract him. He presses his partner's dick against his own belly and keeps a tunnel around it with his own hand, using his thrusts to give it a friction to let Reno fuck him too, in a sense. "Do it," he almost orders, fist squeezing around the crown every time it passes. "Feel so- so g-good, can't... I can't... d-d... come... c-come for m... me... Reno..." and his voice cracks over the redhead's name, and he sounds almost as if he's about to cry, though his face shows anything but- eyes riveted to his lover's, mouth hanging open slightly, sweat coming in rivulets down his forehead. "N-need you..."

Reno doesn't fight the shift in position as one of his hands is temporarily released and he willingly offers it back into the grip that reclaims it, his other wrist pinning his free hand to the pillow with Rude's hand supplying the pressure from above. It would be easy enough to wriggle free if he really wanted to, he's more than strong enough to break the grip, but his need to trust Rude fully is overwhelming and now that's he's handed himself over entirely to Rude's control, he lets the larger man twist and bend him to his heart's content.

It feels incredible to be this out of control, to not have to concentrate on trying to get himself AND a lover off as well, and never in his life has Reno ever felt anything that could come close to the overwhelming sensations that rock his frame as Rude's hips slap against him. He's Rude's toy now, his puppet to do with as he pleases, and he wouldn't have it any other way right now. He turns his face into the hand that slides over him as it makes it's way downward, his tongue darting out to lap at the tip of one finger as it passes and his chest heaves up to meet the touch as Rude skims over it.

Time slows to almost nothing as Reno waits for Rude's hand to dip between them and ease the terrible ache between his legs and when he finally feels that strong warmth wrap around him, he sucks in a sharp breath. The noise he makes at the first pull sounds suspiciously like a sob save that no tears mar the younger man's face and he bucks hard into the tight fist. Words refuse to form themselves into anything coherent on his lips but Reno knows he doesn't need them. Rude will know without being told what he needs, the larger man always does, and if Rude keeps pressing all the right buttons the way he is, Reno knows it's not going to take long for him to completely lose it.

The cries issuing forth from Reno's lips increase in their intensity until he's sure that the neighbors for miles around won't be getting any sleep tonight, not that he could bring himself to give a damn at this moment. Rude matches the rhythm of his hand to that of his hips, driving Reno right up to the edge at an incredible rate of speed and leaving the redhead reeling. The muscles in his legs twitch and shiver against Rude's ribcage and his fingers flex and squeeze as he hurtles toward that invisible cliff that Rude is about to shove him over headfirst.

He can't think, can hardly breathe against this rush of sensation and he barely registers the change when the underside of his cock is pressed to Rude's stomach. It feels like every muscle in his body is wracked in shivers and Reno struggles half heartedly against the pinning of his wrists as the need to crawl right out of his own skin takes hold. He doesn't think he can get any more turned on, get any closer to the edge without falling over, until Rude's voice filters through his own half sobbed cries to prove him wrong. Reno's breath catches and holds in his lungs without release, his eyes squeezing shut and his mouth hanging open, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly as he clings to the last edges of control.

Holding his breath is a last ditch effort, all he can really do in the face of everything he's feeling, to keep himself from release and it isn't until Rude asks, no...tells him to, that Reno can finally let it out in a choked scream. He doesn't have a choice anymore as the knot in his stomach snaps apart and his hips jerk up hard into Rude's stomach. His feet slam down into the mattress and Reno all but rockets up off the bed as he finally releases into Rude's hand.

Two, three, four spurts of hot fluid spill over and spatter onto his own stomach and every muscle in his body clenches down as hard shudders wrack his body in wave after wave. The feeling is all the more intensified by the fact that he can't close his legs, that the squeeze only brings the cock still buried and twitching within him into all the more acute clarity. It feels like forever that he stays that way, his body convulsing and shivering against Rude as his skin lights up in electricity, until he finally collapses back into the thick comforter with a weak moan.

Over bright aqua marine eyes snap open and fix themselves onto Rude's. There's a demand there, a need still unfilled that he finally puts to words with a rough-edged voice. "Need you too....partner.......do it, Rude......fuck.....wanna see...wanna see it........wanna feel it.....wanna feel ya cum in me......"


The cries and the strain are beautiful to behold. When Rude can't take the sight anymore without gong off the deep end, he closes his eyes and listens, moving with Reno's writhing and reveling in the heated pulses over the cup of his hand. It's everything he's never allowed himself to want- everything this act should have been from the beginning, and everything he's glad it wasn't in the past. He finds himself grateful to Reno for eliciting all of this; even if tomorrow is destroyed, it's worth it.

He stares down when he can open his eyes again, lost in the fading shudders of Reno's body as it relaxes around him, and finds himself pinned by that demanding sea. The words twist his stomach with an eager thrill, but he can't push his body that far- it balks. He slows for a moment and drops his head to take another kiss, biting and luring, before he pushes his voice into a whisper. "Then t-touch me," he instructs under his breath, grazing his lips over Reno's jaw. "...and say please."

It's almost too much, Rude's fingers still hovering however loosely around the over tender flesh of Reno's dick, and he whimpers in the back of his throat at the few small pushes that Rude makes into him which jostle that tentative hold. Lips press to his own once more, drawing forth a muted hungry sound from his chest as his tongue pushes back against Rude's own. And then Rude demands. He guides and asks and orders all in one beautiful breath leaving Reno with little choice.

It's then Reno realizes that they'd both built walls around themselves over their lifetimes and just as Rude had been stripped of the emotionlessness that he wore as protection, Reno was being stripped of the arrogance he'd woven around himself, the false bravado and callous control that had kept everyone else at bay. He wasn't the only one ripping off armor tonight and it surprises him when he finds that while he'd been worming his way under Rude's defenses, his partner had been working under his.

It's too late to fight it back now though and Reno knows it. They'd both succeeded and he has little choice left but to carry it through the rest of the way if he wants to see Rude lose the last of his control. He tugs experimentally at his arms and finds the grip on one wrist to be as tight and controlling as ever, keeping him from having any illusions of control still, but the other wrist has just enough freedom to wriggle out from underneath. He pulls it free and snaps it down to take a deathgrip on one well muscled shoulder as his legs pull back up to brace against Rude's ribs again.

Reno bites hard at his lower lip as the movement leaves him wide open to the now slower and more methodical thrusts once more, his muscles twitching and jumping at every rub inside. Now that he's come, the sensations are all the more intense, almost to the point of overwhelming to nerves already thrown wide and raw in the face of his powerful orgasm, but he wants and needs to feel Rude reach climax. He needs to see those damned walls break at long last and if it means doing the same to himself, then so be it. His free hand roves over Rude's skin, down his arms, over his back, over his shoulder to slip between them and stroke at his chest. He thumbs over a stiff nipple and doesn't move to stop the soft whimper that passes his lips when he finally opens his mouth again. "Rude....cum for me...please....cum in me......fill me up....fuck me inta tha mattress.......don' hold back no more......please....please, Rude......" The ego is gone from his voice now leaving only the soft, rawly emotional need there as he tweaks the flesh in his fingers and then dips to stroke over Rude's upper abs. Sweat slicked skin meets his touch at every point with a heat that's almost searing and as his fingers skim over the flat planes of his partner's stomach, he's no longer sure if the slippery fluid on his fingertips is sweat or his own cum anymore. "Please...."

It's easy to forget identity and purpose when you're overloaded with a force like Reno. It's easy to realize an addiction to something as small as words, so easy to fall into it. He loosens his grip on the other wrist when he realizes the impediment, pulling his arms into alignment to flank Reno's sides instead and curl in to cradle him, after a fashion. Rude remembers body heat from previous experiences as something uncomfortable and unpleasant, but he wants to absorb every wave of it off Reno's body- the man is a furnace in this sort of afterglow; the heat is nothing like Rude's memories and nowhere near unpleasant. It mingles with a heavy variation of the natural musk Rude's grown accustomed to over the months, and with the sounds he's never heard from his partner before, intoxicating him in a way wholly different from the effect of alcohol.

He closes his eyes as he moves, and he moves slowly, reveling in the touch along and around him. Without his notice, his own hands follow suit to return it, skating the slick surfaces that compose hs lover. It's an odd word to taste, even in the silent confines of conscious- lover. It tugs at different parts of his body and mind, in different ways and for different reasons, but he can't bring himself to think of them. Reno touches him fit to cause violent shivers, and Reno begs at his lips and his ear, and Reno draws him out just a little further. Sounds so sweet it aches, blossoms into beautiful images behind his eyes- and Reno wants him, wants him to make a break for it. Rude can't find words to say anymore, opening his mouth to try and providing nothing more than a rumbling groan. It's time to let go.

Rude sits up slightly, balancing on his hands to let him rear back. His eyes are screwed shut now- he can't get sidetracked if he has no focal point- and bends further, stopping his pace for a moment, to revel in touch and taste instead for a minute. It's only by memory that he knows where to turn his face, kissing and tasting across Reno's chest until he can feel the point of a nipple graze his chin. He latches onto this, suckling and worrying at it, entranced by the mix of sweat, skin and come- and before he can help it, his hips start working again, the sound and sensations against him pulling the last chain away from his id. His skin burns from sense and need. He hasn't felt this way in so many years, it's staggering to feel it now. He lets go of the nipple to hiss out a harsh breath across his partner's chest, letting his own body roll into it like a frenzied snake as his head turns to find the other one and champ at that as well. He can't open his eyes or he'll lose this.

It isn't until his mind whispers back to him the echo of Reno's words, the tone of voice, the loss of bravado, the begging, that he can't take it anymore. The intent of his tongue lost, Rude stretches to hover against Reno as they writhe, his awareness seeping into every nerve under the skin sliding against his partner's. He still can't find words, nor does he possess the composure to use them in the first place. He tries to touch more, tries to grip the strong legs around him, tries for the hips, but his awareness can't keep a hold on it long enough.

He rears up on his arms again, finally venturing to open his eyes, and then he can't look away. Blood, snow, fire and sky. His torso begins to shudder as he pumps, sawing at the final rope holding him away from what he's wanted all year, and a syllable finally makes its way out of fevered panting. Reno's name erupts again like a mantra until Rude stumbles on his tongue and hs body seizes into a hash bucking, the only thing keeping his partner from being driven into the headboard being the clench of arms around his ribcage.

Reaching the peak, Rude hunches and buries his face in the pale chest, rendering his moans unintelligible. His voice cracks and then he holds his breath in habit of silence, the muscles of his stomach twitching for every pulse of fluid Reno begged for. He's never felt it like this before- this only ever happened when he was alone, when it was impersonal, when he wasn't driven by want.

He's afraid to move when the euphoria finally recedes, shivering in its wake and feeling more naked and vulnerable than he has in decades. "...Reno?" he ventures, somewhat hoarsely.