Techno begets bad dancing.

Rude breaths a little easier knowing that Reno isn't upset at his lack of experience. The way the redhead talks about them having years and years together to do this makes the larger man feel excited about the future for the first time in as long as he can really remember. His whole life has just been tipped on it's head from one night of dancing and Rude cusses himself that he never went out with Reno before this. He lets the redhead guide him back and he settles comfortably with his legs apart. Rude hooks his thumbs in his pants and pulls them down, kicking off the fabric. There's a tiny part of him that struggles with not folding them properly but the kiss from Reno shuts it up quite nicely. Pants? What pants? Rude leans back into the cushions and moans softly against Reno's lips, lapping and dueling with his own tongue. He has always enjoyed a good blow job but there's a whole new thrill here in wondering how different it will be to get it from Reno. One thing is for certain though, he cares far more greatly for his partner than he ever has for anyone else who ever tried to touch him. Rude stretches and relaxes for Reno, his erection resting against one hip. He presents a pretty picture even if the dark skinned man doesn't know it himself. Thick bands of muscle are exposed where his unbuttoned work shirt still falls half off of his shoulders and hooks around his elbows. The sunglasses are gone and sultry dark eyes watch Reno's every move carefully. Nipple piercings glint in the light of the single lamp to Rude's left and the soft yellow glow falls over the curve of thick thigh muscles.

Reno leans back to stare unabashedly, rubbing idly at Rude's thighs as he drinks in the sight of the smooth Adonis before him. He's only seen parts of this, now and then, here and there, over the years. Showers, changes on stakeouts, anything he could catch without letting Rude know he was doing it. Piecing together the bits in his mind gave nowhere near as much of an impact as this does- and that's saying a hell of a lot, given the fact that even the beautiful jigsaw in his imagination managed to drive his hand for the years it did. Finally, he leans down over the body beneath him again, kissing at Rude's jaw, down his throat and over his chest, muttering between kisses. "I'll be damned... if this ain't... what I wanna wake up... seein' in the morning..." If only Rude knew the gravity of the statement. Reno's never spent an entire night with someone in his life- he's always left before dawn, so there's no awkward goodbye or second thoughts. He turns his head slightly to take in a nipple, suckling at it lightly before he wraps his tongue around it in a manner any inexperienced lover would only call serpentine. Anyone could do it if they took the time to learn; he's had a lot of time on his hands for such lessons in the past. He tugs at the barbell this way before letting go and trailing his lips over the skin to do the same to the other nipple, his hands running everywhere they can touch on Rude's body the entire time. As promiscuous as Reno's been, he's learned how to give appreciation for the lovers and bodies he likes; he's only gone as far as to worship a few times, but when he does, there's no jarring him from the act. His movements, his expression, his deliberation give the impression that Rude is no less than a temple to him. This becomes even more apparent when finally, after he's covered the perfect torso with kiss and touch, he rests first his lips against the crown of Rude's cock, and then his forehead, eyes closed as if praying. He doesn't seem ready to bear down on it just yet. One hand cups over it and rubs reverently as he turns his head to kiss the most easily stretchable leg , hefting it over his shoulder and sitting up to kiss and nuzzle down to the ankle as his other arm curls around it to support it.

Rude watches Reno through half lidded eyes, drinking in the way the red head stares at him as he massages against Rude's thighs. A soft shuddered sigh escapes him as Reno starts to trail kisses across his skin. The red is beautiful to Rude. He's never seen anything like Reno in his life. He's had pale skinned lovers before, even taken on red heads, but Reno's skin goes straight to a shade of alabaster that Rude can't even put words to and the red stands out so stark and crimson against the skin like living stone that it reminds him of jewels set into statues at a shrine. Eyes that steal his breath stare out at him and Rude can only bring himself to compare his partner to a living piece of art. It amazes him yet again how Reno can flicker so easily between oozing sex from every pore to becoming some thing Rude wants to covet in his arms for the rest of his life. Reno's lips, softer than Rude had ever imagined they would be, skitter across his skin and leave him breathless in their wake. He brushes his fingertips through the thick tangle of red locks and lets out a long moan when Reno reaches his nipple. No other lover has ever displayed a talent with their tongue this way but Rude can't say he's surprised. He'd been watching his partner flash the damned thing off like some kind of badge of honor for years now and his imagination had taken that image in many directions. It's nothing by comparison to the real thing. Rude roils and shifts under Reno's hands, slow rolling movements like water as his chest rocks up to press closer to Reno's lips. As the man makes his way down Rude's body, the dark Turk can't help but be moved at how gentle and reverent Reno is being. The redhead looks like he's praying half the time and Rude watches it all with a look of quiet adoration as his chest grows tight. He's never been treated like this before. No other lover wanted to take this kind of time with him. Everyone that he had been with had taken one look at what he was packing and had simply tried too hard at pleasing him. They always wanted him to just be the big badass and they wanted to be pushed into submission but Rude didn't want a submissive partner all the damned time...he wanted an equal. Reno is the only one so far who has ever lived up to that title and Rude is sure he loves the redhead all the more for it. Loves him for it? Rude thinks it over for a second as Reno kisses down his legs and he shifts to make it easier for Reno to do. Yeah..he loves this man. They've been through some pretty hard shit together, things no one else would ever understand and Rude knows that Reno always has and always will have his back. He can count on Reno. The redhead has become his friend, his partner and his confidant, why would the step to lover be so much different? Truth is, it isn't. Rude acknowledges now that his caring for his partner turned to something a hell of a lot deeper over a year ago. It appears to have been even longer than that for Reno.

When he finally finds himself coming back to earth, Reno rests his cheek against Rude's raised calf with a smile, still rubbing idly at his cock. "S'a good thing you're not a hurrier," he murmurs, pleased. "I hate bein' rushed when I ain't lookin' for a quickie." He sinks back into his crouch, his hand slipping from the ankle to Rude's hip from underneath it as his other hand follows suit on the opposite side, his shoulders bearing down and forward to shrug Rude's thighs over them like a harness. He nuzzles at Rude's sack for a moment before flicking his tongue out to prod it, roughing up the seam in the middle until he hits the base of the shaft. Rather than merely kissing or licking his way up the thick cord at the underside, he attaches his mouth to various spots up it, sometimes sucking and sometimes merely tonguing the flesh to gather the taste. It's easy to tell even from this that Rude keeps meticulously clean, and for that Reno is grateful; he tends to avoid giving head for the opposite reason. If it weren't for the average man's odd sense of what to clean, Reno would enjoy the deed a lot more; he can already bet he'll get addicted to doing this, just because Rude is Rude. He grins at the through as he savors his way up the flesh and slips his tongue a bit to tug at the ring through the crown, suckling at that before stopping to look up at his new lover's face. "Rude," he calls softly. "Somethin' I like doin' while I do this sorta thing, I gotta know though... y'ever go lookin' for your own sweet spot before? Or y'ever had a girl what knowed how to work on it?"

Rude sighs and toys with a a few of the locks of hair which usually hang in front of Reno's face. "Don't want a quickie with you, Reno. You're worth more than that." Rude tenses slightly when Reno shifts his legs over those slender shoulders. He can feel the muscle cording there and he isn't used to his lovers getting this involved. None of his pervious lays could have handled putting the weight of his legs on their shoulders and the way Reno tips him up slightly leaves him feeling a little exposed. Though still a touch nervous, Rude settles down a little more as Reno starts to lick and suckle up his shaft. It feels so damned good. Already Reno is ranking at the top of his list for lovers and it isn't just his affection for the man. Rude's legs twitch slightly and he digs his hands into the cushions of the couch to keep from grabbing Reno's hair. There's a sharp intake of breath when Reno tugs on the ring at the end and Rude lets it out as a long throaty moan and seems to shiver through his whole body. He doesn't want to look away from the beautiful sight of Reno's long lashes fluttering against his cheeks and the way those blue eyes cut right into him but every now and then he finds his eyes slipping shut from the feeling. When he hears his name, Rude looks down at Reno. Even despite the monster of an erection he's sporting, it's obvious how turned on the big man is by the huffed breathing and the slight parting of his lips. His expression changes to one of mild concern and nervousness at the question though and his legs tense slightly. He clears his throat and glances around as if embarrassed to admit that he has no idea where that would be. He's done enough research to know that anal sex is supposed to stimulate the prostate but he's never had it done before. Only a few ever tried and that was before Rude had discovered he ws gay. He Had damn near broken their arms for it. No one went near that part of him. But, his mind argues, Reno isn't just anyone and he had known that at some point this would come up. He had often wondered if it would be him or Reno that would be..."catching" as it were. Rude swallows hard and shakes his head. "No," he murmurs before swallowing hard again and forcing himself to lean back and relax into Reno's hands. Reno had never hurt him before and he didn't expect that he would start now. "I trust you, partner." He knows those are the only words he needs to explain everything he's feeling.

Reno's eyes fall narrow, but not in the suspicious or disappointed way. He rubs at Rude's leg again and smiles encouragingly. "I trust you too, big man," he purrs. "I ain't gonna ram nothin', not 'less you're good an' willin' for it. I juss' wanna give ya the best I can." He kisses Rude's inner thigh, his tongue already fiending for the other man's mouth, but this here is more important. "It's gonna feel real weird at first," he warns quietly, his hands working reassuringly over Rude's legs and sides. "Promise you though, it won't hurt so long as ya don't freak out, okay? Gimme a chance to getcha used to it an' I can make ya feel real good- think gettin' off real good on a tight girl, but a good ten times better, an' comin' from the inside. But I can't make it not weird at the start. But whatever I say, if ya really don't like it, juss' tell me. I trust y'to tell me." And then he grins, flicking at Rude's hip with two fingers. "An' don't worry 'bout how that's where ya crap. S'a lot cleaner'n most people think, long as ya wash up normal, an' I know y'do, clean freak." He snickers as he sinks down again, hanging his head to maneuver Rude's crown into his mouth and work slowly over it, as if inhaling it bit by bit. He pulls the cock down toward him gently with his teeth to give himself more room to take in as much as he can, stopping where his initial boundary lies. This isn't an angle he can comfortably deepthroat at, but that's okay- he can still work with it. He suckles along the plane of his tongue for a few moments to wet everything down and starts to bob, keeping it slow at first. As he gradually picks up rhythm and technique inside his mouth, one of his hands snakes around to wipe up some saliva pooling at the base, and then brush against Rude's balls before slipping underneath them with the wet finger to prod at the pucker tucked into the safe skin behind them. He rubs at it with the same rhythm he forges with his mouth, but he doesn't press in yet, giving Rude a chance to acclimatize.

Rude nods at the advice given to him by Reno. He doesn't quite trust himself to talk at the moment. He isn't even sure what he'd really say. It makes him a little nervous that what's about to happen is going to feel odd but he tries to concentrate on what Reno told him and he even goes so far as to try and visualize a woman. That idea is quickly scrapped though. There's nothing feminine about the man between his legs. He can smell Reno's aftershave from here and the muscle in Reno's back and shoulders reminds him without question that Reno is all male. Rude decides he likes that about his partner though and he reminds himself that there's a REASON it isn't a woman with him tonight. He snickers slightly at the comment on him being a clean freak, it's funny because it's true and Rude has enough self depreciating humor to acknowledge it. He can't stand anything being messy and he cleans his body with a rigorous attention to detail. He's seen Reno shower before and he knows the other man is always clean and smells good too so he isn't too terribly worried about it.

Every thought in Rude's head is wiped away in an instant when Reno closes over the head of his cock. His eyes roll back in his head and Rude lets out a deep needy whine as Reno takes in more of him. He's had some really good blow jobs before but Reno is doing one hell of a job with this. That tongue is a dangerous weapon and Rude is certain that no matter what else happens tonight, he'll be jacking off to what's happening to him right now for a long time to come. It's a monumental struggle to not thrust his hips up into Reno's mouth. Rude has to dig his fingers into the couch and even then the lower half of his body shifts almost imperceptibly with Reno's motions. Rude tenses and the muscles of his ass clamp down when Reno rubs a finger against him but he wills himself to relax and just concentrate on what his partner is doing with his mouth. After a few seconds, the muscles in his back and legs start to release again and he takes a few slow breaths. It's a strange feeling, no doubt, and a very intense one. The skin there is full of nerve endings and all of them are alight. Rude finds that it makes something flutter in his stomach to be this open and vulnerable to Reno. No one else in the world would be allowed.