Techno begets bad dancing.

The relaxation is the key, and only then does Reno himself relax a little more and begin to press into it in earnest. Rude can declare his trust until he's blue in the face, but in the end, only the body tells the truth- this is the golden key that gets Reno everywhere he needs to be in life as a master of body language. It's how he forced the issue of getting to know his partner, the silent mountain, and how they work so well together, for nobody knows body language better than the mutes and the manipulators. Maybe that's why Tseng stuck them together so long ago. He drops the train of thought to concentrate on the here and now, turning his head to a different angle to assault a different side of Rude's cock with teeth and tongue and throat, letting his eyes slip shut to enjoy the taste and tandem. Once he's massaged enough for Rude's entry to relax and become accustomed to his presence, he pushes his finger in, thankful it's small enough to slip past the second ring without much trouble. He has no intention of going beyond that finger unless Rude asks- he can work well enough with one. He pumps slowly a few times, relishing the smooth heat and tight fit, before turning his wrist and prodding along the wall he knows the prostate is nestled somewhere against, only looking to find it for the moment rather than give it too much attention. He opens his eyes only long enough to watch Rude react so he'll know when he finds it, hoping the graze will give him enough of a rush to let his body know that Reno wasn't lying, but not enough to bring it on to an overwhelming degree. His free hand starts rubbing again along Rude's hip, reaching hungrily for the smooth skin Reno's become dependent on touching since they walked into the house.

The entry of the finger isn't unexpected but it is a tad...strange at first. Reno had warned him it would be but the vaguely uncomfortable sensation makes Rude grimace a bit and he grunts lightly as the finger slips in farther. He stills his whole body and fights with his arms to keep from pushing up and away from the sensation. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will himself to just relax and accept it but the muscles inside him push at the intrusion and Rude finds himself squirming a tad. He trusts his partner though and after a few minutes of forcing himself to relax, he becomes accustomed to the sensation. It's still odd but not as unpleasant as it was at first. Rude has to wonder if this means he'll be the one on the receiving end tonight and he isn't sure he'd mind all that much. He huffs out a breath with every pump and when Reno grazes over something inside him, there's a spark of intense pleasure that causes Rude to utter a helpless little noise in his throat. His hand goes instantly to Reno's head where he wraps his fingers in the red locks and struggles not to pull. His legs jerk on Reno's shoulders every time that spot is touched and Rude quickly discovers he wants more of it. The pleasure promised in that leaves him writhing on the couch in perfect rhythm to Reno's mouth and hand and he closes his eyes as his head lolls back onto the cushions. "Oh fuck....yes.....Reno....sweet Shiva....what the fuck is.....huh..ah....AH....guh--gods.."

Reno knows exactly when he finds it- even before the sweet little sound he got from Rude, before the hand comes up, he feels the tensing shift inside the body and the squeeze fit to pop his knuckle. He laps up the reaction and attention like a thirsty cat, though, and regards with amusement and a little awe how intensely Rude reacts to it, giving it almost a minute of slight brushes as he pumps the rest of the passage with his finger. Even he hadn't gone so crazy for it the first time someone had helped him find his own. He'd been curious when the guy had seemed to go batshit every time Reno fucked him a certain way, and intrigued when given the reasoning for that behavior. Since then, for himself and for other men, Reno's turned into an avid studier of the odd little 'supernut,' as he's nicknamed it. He's never seen a guy go THIS bonkers for it the first time, though. Rude's must be super sensitive.

He pulls away from the cock and gives it a few affectionate licks, stilling his hand before speaking again a little hoarsely. "Sit up, baby. Don't push me out, but don't worry 'bout me bein' able to reach. M'only touchn' it now an' I want us both bein' comfy when I work it for real. When y'sittin' up... s'okay to fuck me inna mouth an' pull my hair, 'cause I'll be sittin' right to take it." He licks his lips and makes to go back down on his mouthful, but remembers something else and smiles up, his voice hitting an octave of dusky Rude's never heard before. "S'okay to come if you gotta. Y'like it this much, makes it easy for me to promise it ain't the last time you will tonight." With that, he pulls his finger out and spits on it for the little bit of semi-lube he'll need, rubbing his way back in and pushing idly. He doesn't know or care who's gonna be on top tonight, if it even gets that far- as long as it's Rude he's with, he wouldn't care if they stopped altogether and played chess all night instead, so long as he gets a chance to give this to his partner first- especially as intense as he now knows it will be, judging by Rude's reactions already.

He bears down on the engorged flesh again, sucking in earnest as he prods with his finger, lodging it comfortably before Rude moves to sit up. Reno will go as easy and gentle as Rude needs, and doesn't at all mind any direction it goes in, but part of him hopes Rude gets rough and unruly, loses control, does what Reno gave him the okay to do and maybe more. He's always gotten a happy tweak from rough play, but nobody really does it. Feeling Rude's hand and hips tense and try to behave while Reno worked earlier gave him a thrill down the scruff of his neck, and if Rude does play hard, it would only be the icing and the cherry on top of Reno's perfect night.

Rude's eyes flicker open again when the suddenly cold air of the room connects with his swollen member. He watches Reno with a note of curiosity. He licks his lips but holds back the moan he wants to make when the redhead uses the term "fuck my mouth" and his body tells him in no uncertain terms that that's exactly what he'd like to do. That soft dusky tone to Reno's voice sets off something warm in his stomach that makes him feel like he's been drinking again and he uses the strength in his arms to push himself up to a sitting position. He wants this, no doubt, but there's just as much need in him to keep that note in Reno's voice as there is for him to get off tonight. Rude props his arms up on the back of the couch at first to help keep himself in place. There's an unexpected emptiness when Reno pulls out of him that catches him completely by surprise and for a moment Rude half wonders how he went from screwing busty blondes to enjoying having his partner's finger up his ass. Rude decides it's best right now not to think too hard on that one. He concentrates again on relaxing when Reno pushes back in but it doesn't take anywhere near the same effort to let himself enjoy the odd sensation as it did the first time. He twitches again and shifts when Reno takes in as much of him as he does and he huffs a few breaths as the finger begins to work him again. The oddity of feeling Reno pressing into him that way is now coupled with how strange it feels to have his sac resting on the other man's wrist. He can feel the tickle of hair against his stomach and thighs and the muscles flexing in the thin wrist below him. It's all so...odd. Rude wiggles slightly on the finger, testing it and how it feels, before Reno's mouth damn near reaches up and shuts off his brain. Suddenly Rude's hand is back in his hair, fisted into the locks this time and Rude tries not to tug too hard. He doesn't want to hurt Reno, not only because he's pretty sure he loves the redhead, but also because he knows how well the man fights and he doesn't want to piss off someone that has him in this vulnerable of a position.

Reno's words come back to Rude in a rush and he looks down at Reno with minor concern as he pulls tentatively at the red hair. When Reno doesn't seem to mind, Rude lets himself pull harder, working Reno's mouth back and forth on him as his hips begin to twitch their own rhythm. It doesn't take long between Reno hitting that switch just behind his navel and the pull on Reno's hair before Rude is leaning his shoulders hard into the couch and thrusting into Reno's mouth. He tries his damnedest to pay attention and not go too deep but every time Reno hits something inside him it's like someone bumps his reset button. Rude's breathing starts to truncate into short heated moans and Reno's name is wrapped around a few of them. Rude's eyes flutter back shut and he can't keep his mouth shut to save his life. It's the longest Rude's mouth has ever remained open.


He watches his partner as intently as possible before he has to hunch over, stretch his neck and bend Rude's cock down a certain way to take it in as far as he can on his own. He's never been good at forcing himself into an extended deep-throat, but he knows if he sits the right way and breathes through his nose every chance he gets, he can take it deep in thrusts- an oral pounding just as well as any girl can take it down below. He loves the raw friction of it hitting his throat where his throat was never meant to be used by other flesh, but again, nobody's had the gumption to take it as far as HE'S willing to go. This is why, when Rude tugs his hair, Rude is rewarded with muffled and happy whines, and why when Rude begins thrusting in earnest, Rude is rewarded with just as muffled moans and harder sucking. Reno's eyes flicker shut again and his body starts to squirm, his head straining to return the tandem with Rude's hips as he gulps. It's bigger than anything he's used to, and his throat starts burning a lot faster than it normally would, but he loves every second of it. In turn, he twists his wrist again and gives an almost constant friction to Rude's prostate- what was once a degree of touching it and not touching it is quickly turning into a degree of merely how hard he rubs it. He angles the heel of his hand to massage Rude's sack while he pumps, the sounds and words that filter from above his head serving as a current in the air that zaps him straight in the base of his own balls and squeezes. Gods, he could listen to these sounds for the rest of his life. If he had a mind to take a hand to himself, Rude's voice alone could get him off in thirty seconds. The dark tint to his own voice from earlier seeps into his responding moans, making up for the hoarse and scratchy quality given by the assault above his vocals. Every time he tastes a trace of prejack he pulls up to suck at the crown until it's gone, at one point tugging with his teeth again before Rude's fists force him back down, where he's all too willing to go.

The spring of pleasure just in front of Rude's spine, right at the base of his belly, wells up into an almost unbearable kind of sensation. The intensity of it causes him to buck up hard and a horse cry is ripped from his throat. Rude couldn't stop pumping with his hips at that moment if he'd had the mental capacity to even try but Reno's voice and all that pleasure from without and within has him roiling on the couch and thrusting hard and deep into Reno. There is nothing gentle about what Rude is doing to Reno's mouth and he bucks and cries with each thrust. He had thrust into the mouths of women before but nothing even comes close to what this feels like and he has to use what little ability for concentration he has left to keep from clenching down on Reno's hand hard enough to keep him from moving. It's an effort of will that Rude loses from time to time. The strong muscles of his back and ass flex hard and snap his hips forward, driving his engorged need down into the impossible heat and tightness of Reno's throat. With Reno hitting that spot inside him, it doesn't take long before Rude is crying out and the knot in his stomach tightens until his hands shake in Reno's hair. "Ah..aah...ahh...AH....AHH....R-RENO......FUCKFUCKFUCK.....G-GONNA....FUUUUCK.......REEEENNOOOOOOO" Rude releases down his partner's throat with a scream he's sure he'll hear about from his neighbors later but for now he could give a damn less. His whole body seizes up until he can't even process a thought and his hips jerk and twitch all on their own.

Reno's eyes snap open when he realizes how close Rude is. They water with the pain in his throat from being forced open and fucked raw, but he couldn't give a damn if he tried- he only blinks them dry so he can turn his head up a little to watch what he can see of Rude's face. He almost stops when Rude comes, at first paying no attention to the sudden sting in his throat and swallowing mechanically. It's a moment that will be etched into his mind for the rest of his life. The sheen of sweat on Rude's body defines every niche and plane in the muted lamplight, every secret movement under the skin made blatant and beautiful. And his name. Rude is too far gone for words, but Reno's name still made it through, the way he never even imagined it would- even in his 4am jacks and his everyday reveries, Rude's always given him nothing more than growls, grunts and breathing. And then the familiar bitter taste washes over his senses, and he closes his eyes to memorize it- there's an odd and faint sweet'n'sour tang to it he hasn't tasted in himself or others, but it's not an unnatural tint. He finds it intriguing and not at all unpleasant. He withdraws his finger and reaches above his head to rub assumingly at Rude's arms, gently pulling his head away as well. Once released, he climbs over his partner, kissing up his torso, and nuzzles against his ear again when he covers Rude, smiling. "See there? Now y'know what we fags is ravin' about," he jokes lightly, stroking Rude's temple again. "anyone ever tell ya how gorgeous y'sound doin' that?"