Techno begets bad dancing.

Rude stiffens slightly in more ways than one when Reno slides into his lap. He's grateful for the fact that Reno is letting him set his own pace. The weight on his lap is strangely comforting though the longer Reno sits there, the less comfortable Rude's pants are getting. He can feel the soft curve of his partner's ass through his pants and the smell of Reno, sweat, cologne, shampoo, all come crashing over him like a tidal wave. Rude takes a few deep slow breaths as he inhales that particular mixture. Reno is so close now, so warm and wriggling oh so damnably well on his lap. Rude freezes and watches with wide eyes as Reno finally turns and straddles him. The touches send small jolts across his skin and his heart speeds up as Reno leans in to kiss his forehead. The sarcastic remark is muchly appreciated as it gives Rude the ability to chuckle softly and try relaxing. It's not an easy feat with Reno's crotch pressed against and grinding into his own. He can feel how excited his partner is already by the heat and hardness in his pants. Rude shifts his hips a little, wanting more of that delicious friction that Reno keeps teasing him with. He can hear the hesitation in his partner's voice and he wants to comfort it. Without even thinking about it, Rude tilts his head up and nuzzles under Reno's chin to expose his throat. Pale cream skin. Rude licks at it, not really certain to expect but it is every bit as smooth under his tongue as it looks and he presses in to suckle at that spot gently. His hands fold around Reno, exploring tenderly as he tugs up on Reno's shirt and runs fingers up his back. Every movement is careful and deliberate. Rude doesn't want to hurt or chase off the redhead. He scruffs his goatee along Reno's neck and down to his collar bone, nuzzling at the shirt. He wants this damned cloth out of the way. Rude tugs gently on the back of Reno's tee and starts lifting it. He wants to give Reno a chance to say no if the other man wants to back out.

Not a chance. "Yeah," he breathes appreciatively, rolling his head back around to kiss at Rude's ear a couple of times before tugging his own tank over his head and discarding it over the back of the couch. He revels in the sounds Rude makes, wondering if anyone else has gotten to hear them before, or if Rude is just as silent this close as he is in almost every other aspect of the life he lets Reno see. Reno gives a wordless rumble against Rude's cheek, hands roving up the dress shirt to work at its buttons, but after a moment, he stills them and leans back slightly with a serious expression. While he knows the flesh is willing, it's not enough. It's been enough with anyone else for years, probably because he never cared beyond the morning after, but... his hands come slowly up to the side of Rude's face, thumbs pressing against the rims of the sunglasses. He wants to see, he wants to know, but he's never seen Rude without them. He's seen Rude break bones for trying to open the door he's knocking on, and he probably won't be upset if the man turns away or worse, but the chance to see the eyes he's constructed and reconstructed in his imagination for the past four years is too tantalizing to pass up in favor of habit. For the first time in his life, Reno wants to see who he's screwing- and oddly, his brain recoils from such a crude term, replacing it with 'spending the night with' for lack of anything else he isn't afraid to call it.

Rude surges up into the kisses on his ear, his chest bowing out at the intense feeling. He has always loved having his peircings played with. His eyes flutter shut behind the glasses but he can feel it when Reno tugs the shirt off. His hands slide up Reno's back and the hair on his arms stands on end when he hears Reno make that purring wanton noise against his cheek. He wants the man so badly now. It hits him as a strange sentiment and yet he doesn't see why it should. His fingers ghost up Reno's ribcage as the smaller man begins to work the buttons of his shirt but he freezes when Reno sits back. Worry plagues him for a moment that he's done something wrong until he feels Reno press at the glasses questioningly. Of course. It's the least Reno deserves and Rude cusses himself for bad habits that he hasn't already removed them. They are his last barrier. The last thing that Reno has not seen him without and somehow they feel more private than being naked with the other man. Rude reaches up and tugs them away, his eyes shut at first as he adjusts to the sudden lack of darkness. He wants Reno to see. Wants to be able to look at his partner without that smoky haze. When he opens his eyes and stares up into those bright blue ones, he can almost feel a connection being made. No going back now. Reno's blues are all the more stunning without the tint from the sunglasses in the way and Rude sucks in a tremulous breath. He leans up to set the glasses on the table behind Reno and takes the opportunity to kiss him again.

And this time, he kisses back with his eyes open, almost afraid to blink. They're as gorgeous as he's imagined and moreso- he'd give anything to crawl into them and get himself lost, were it possible. The pit of his chest warms and tightens at Rude's gesture, and his reverent stare makes the sacrifice worthwhile. His fingers slowly work back into the task of unbuttoning Rude's shirt, but instead of pulling everything off, he burrows his hands under the fabric to run up Rude's chest and rest there a moment before venturing further toward his back. He finally breaks the kiss to squirm in closer, holding his breath to focus on the heat of Rude's body against him, and leans up to press his lips to Rude's eyelids in turns. "Perfect," he whispers, finally letting his own body move the way it wants to, nudging hips and hardon to Rude's belly and pressing his face closer to seek Rude's tongue with his own.

The affection and gratitude in Reno's eyes makes it all worth it in the end. While still a bit nervous about the fact that he has ever intention of making love to a man for the first time, Rude has never been more sure that he's made the right choice. His heart feels like it's swelling up in his chest and he wants to get as close to the man as possible. He needs to hear Reno in the throes of passion, needs to know that the pleasure is coming from him. Rude stills completely when Reno kisses his eyelids. It's a gesture of affection that reaches straight into his chest and makes his whole body warm. Reno will never hurt him, never turn on him or harm him. Rude sighs and accepts the kiss when Reno resumes it. He sucks his partner's tongue into his mouth and laps at it. Reno doesn't taste like a woman. Nothing about him is feminine and Rude marvels at the differences. Reno's scent is strong and musky, a mix of spices and something clean like linen. His mouth tastes of the drinks he's been having all night and the mingle of the tea. Absent is the bitter taste of make up and lipstick. The skin of Reno's lips is smooth and soft but the bulge in his pants is not and Rude rocks up against it. His hands drop to cup Reno's ass. It's firm, taught muscle. Rude's heart speeds up and he turns with Reno in his lap to lay the man back onto the couch. "It's a comfortable couch," he murmurs playfully before recapturing Reno's tongue.

Reno stretches back on the leather with his trademark lazy grin, still anchored to Rude by the legs. "Yeah, it is," he agrees conversationally before the breath is sucked out of him again in a pleased whine. Confident though Rude's touch is, it's easy for Reno to tell that he's never been around another man this way before. He hesitates in all the right places and forges a curious path in others, endearing him even more to the redhead- it's the same sort of dance he himself did his first time with a guy, but Rude's way is different- more sure of himself and what he wants. Reno has to admit he likes that in a man- in this one, anyway. He works his hips to bear up toward Rude's erection, liking the way the hands rest against the muscles of his ass when he flexes them to move, and lets one of his own wander down between his legs to grope sort of sloppily for the button of Rude's slacks. The air and his body are beginning to heat up, and his kiss and movements aren't as deliberate or skilled as they were moments ago, which means his mind is starting to seep into the animal depths of passion. He hasn't gotten sloppy in years.

The way Reno's ass flexes and tenses in his hands Makes Rude groan into the kiss. Reno is writhing living heat and Rude wants to devour him. The hunger behind his need surprises the big man. He's had plenty of lovers before but none of them had ever gotten him so hot and bothered so quickly. It was as if Reno had reached right into his head and flipped a switch. The grinding of Reno's hips, that little whine in his throat...gods it was beautiful. It's sexier than anything any woman had ever done for him and Rude wonders what sort of noise Reno will make for him when they are actually making love. He knows all the workings of how that will be done, but he's never actually done it and he knows there are some things you just don't learn in a book. He's watched a little gay porn to see if he can figure out what to do when and if he were ever to find himself in Reno's arms, but now that he's here, Rude is uncertain what all he'll need to do. He's never gone down on a man before, doesn't know what to expect as far as how Reno will taste or even if he'll be able to take the redhead as deep as he'd like. All sorts of questions he doesn't know the answers to swirl through his head but Rude isn't willing to stop now. He has the only person in the world that he wants right here, moaning and grinding up to him; he isn't willing to let anything stop him now unless it's Reno. Rude makes a little needy gasp when Reno starts to unbutton his pants and he hurries to do the same to Reno. The button doesn't last long but before Rude pulls the fabric down, he chances satisfying his curiosity. He pushes his hand down between Reno's legs to rub uncertainly at the bulge there. He knows what feels good on him and he tries to emulate that for Reno. His brushes his fingers down over the man's sac and then presses a little harder up along the long hard bugle he knows is Reno's cock. Heat radiates up through the fabric of the jeans and Rude finds that the hardness there just turns him on.

The redhead doesn't even bother with hesitant niceties. Once he has the button and zipper out of the way, he burrows his hand behind the fabric barriers, palming down the length of Rude's cock and finally closing his eyes. He smiles like a kid in a candy shop when he pulls out of the kiss, shifting again to prod at Rude's hand with his hardon. His isn't nearly as impressive as Rude's feels, but he doesn't seem to have a problem with it. He tops out at something like five inches, but Reno is living proof that size never matters, and he's found that confidence will get a man just as far as anything else. "Every other minute I find somethin'a like more about you," he breathes, smile widening, and his hand turns to curl around Rude and flick at the decoration he feels in the crown before working into a slow pump. Pleased whimpers trail out of him now and then, and he kisses up the side of Rude's face again, clinging to the man's neck and panting. "Waited so long," he tries to explain, licking at the curl of Rude's ear. "Wanna take my time but I waited so long for you, m'sorry... I c'n do better, juss' your hands... gods, your hands, Rude..." Well, it makes sense in his head, anyway.

Rude gasps out a loud moan when Reno's hand closes on him. The touch is so different than anything he's ever known before. The hand is larger, the rough calluses brush over his skin, and Reno grips him with far more strength than any woman he's ever been with. It's as if Reno knows every thing he wants and is giving it all to him. The touch is perfect. Rude finally tugs at the waist of Reno's pants, wrenching them down while he kisses over Reno's jawline and throat. The more Reno touches him, heat on desperate need, the more Rude growls and pumps into the redhead's hand. Reno's voice is in his ear and it's as perfect as Rude ever imagined it would be. He feels like a fumbling kid and he almost wishes he'd laid with other men so he could be better for Reno. Rude pushes the thought away though, he's glad Reno is his first. He doesn't want anyone else. The way Reno whimpers against his ear sends thrills up and down his spine and he reaches between them to take Reno's cock in one hand. He pumps the way he would if it were his own, hoping that he'll hit the right spots for his lover, and he nips at Reno's collar bone. Rude pulls out of Reno's hand and slides down his chest, kissing down his ribs and over the small silver stud in his navel. The glint of metal catches his attention and Rude laps at it hesitantly at first until his confidence grows. Reno tastes clean and slightly salty. No overwhelming perfumes or heavy smell, just a light and musky scent that reminds Rude of black tea. He suckles at the piercing for a moment while his hands massage Reno's sac. He can feel the silky smooth skin of Reno's erection against the lower part of his jaw and Rude dips to run his lips up it. It's so smooth and so soft against his mouth and he hesitantly licks the shaft. The taste isn't really what he expected. It's light, still skin with a touch of salt on his tongue, but there's that black tea musk that he can barely catch a hint of and Rude finds he enjoys the flavor more than he'd thought at first. He licks all the way up the underside and finally takes the head of Reno's cock in his mouth.

Reno drapes his arms above his head when Rude pulls away, making no secret of sniffing his hand and licking away the moisture he accrued while touching. Sweat, skin, almost cologne. He stretches again, unable to help the buck into Rude's grip or the quiet panting wrapped around the man's name. He grunts and almost bares his teeth when Rude assaults his belly stud, twitching at the tug of his skin with it, but gives a slightly disappointed sound when Rude's hand leaves his cock. His disappointment is quelled by the touch on his balls and the mouth at his shaft, and he gives a breathless moan, his hips rolling out of habit to push it further before he catches himself and stills for Rude's comfort. It's been a long time since he's jsut let someone suck him off without turning it into a mouthfuck. "Y'doin' good, baby," he murmurs, unaware of the pet name slipping past his lips. "Feels good... don't do nothin' you don't wanna do, I juss' want anything comin' from you..." He opens his eyes again and turns his head down to watch Rude, wishing he could paint this picture in his head, gods know it's the most beautiful thing he's seen in his life. He pulls an arm down to stroke Rude's temple lovingly, careful not to cup his head and force it the way he's done with others in the past. "So gorgeous. Y'could stay juss' like that an' not move an' I'd get off juss' lookin atcha," he grins, and something in his tone indicates he isn't lying, not to Rude.

Rude would normally hate getting this sort of gentle encouragement from lovers but Reno is so different in so many ways. The words are comforting instead of derogatory and the large Turk lets himself relax more as he takes in as much of Reno's cock as he can. One hand come up to brush his fingers over Reno's against his temple and he looks up from behind thick lashes to meet Reno's eyes. The look there is heated and passionate, a silent plea for Reno to understand that he isn't doing anything he doesn't want to. It feels strange to have something in his mouth this way but Rude treats it like a lollipop and uses his tongue as much as he can. It's awkward at first as he tries to find his way but soon Rude settles into what he's doing and he laps at the slit to search for more of that salty taste he got a hint of earlier. The fluid there is slick and coats his tongue slightly. It's so much more subtle than going down on a woman. He dips and slides his lover's shaft as far in his mouth as he can, finding that he can get it most of the way without gagging but when he tries to push to far, he finds he has to back off. There's a twinge of frustration in that. He wants to be a good lover for Reno. Rude releases him at last and kisses up his stomach. "M'sorry," he rumbles, "never..." He kisses Reno's stomach again as he tries for the words he's looking for, "can't take all of you. I want to, I'm just...sort of new at this." Rude's skin is just light enough for the darkening of a blush to form there.

He watches Rude work at him, his face going serious and his eyes flickering shut now and then to accompany the hitches in his breath when Rude hits a good angle. The high lilt flutters into his voice more often than he'd like to admit when he pants, and the muscles along his legs and torso tense and shudder on a regular basis. He isn't ready to come yet- he's got a lot more in mind before he'll let his body go that far- but damned if it doesn't feel good. He breathes a chuckle to Rude's admission, using legs to guide him into sitting up so he himself can slide down to crouch and face him. "Ain't no need t'be ashamed, Rude," he assures, falling into the now-familiar habit of kissing all over the man's face. It's like he can't get enough of how his partner feels against his lips. "Ain't gotta make it all happen right now. I got anythin'a say about it, we gonna have a lotta nights... anything we want any time, yeah? I wanna take m'time with ya. You're worth all the time I got." As he speaks, he presses, gently guiding Rude to the side and leaning him against the couch. He trails off for a few moments to catch another soul kiss, delving to taste himself and Rude in the same sweep of his tongue and searching as long as he can before he has to come up for air. "Get up there an' comfy," he whispers against Rude's chin, his eyes closed. "S'my turn, I been waitin'a do this for ya for years now."