Techno begets bad dancing.

Rude doesn't get a chance to reply before Reno is kissing him again and honestly, he's perfectly ok with that. There really isn't a need for words right now anyway. The skittering of fingers across his skin is more than enough of a message and Rude rocks against Reno gently with his hips as if testing the feel of it. The way Reno's skin slides against his own is mind numbing and smoldering heat of desire rages back up into a full inferno in the pit of his stomach. He nips and sucks at Reno's bottom lip before the soft chuckle from the redhead gives him pause. Did he just do something funny that he didn't realize? Rude lets it go as just Reno's sense of humor considering the statement he's offered next and he matches it with a disbelieving snort and a soft "humph". "I promise neither of us is going to get much sleep tonight," he murmurs against Reno's neck, lingering there while his hands play across Reno's skin again. He doesn't want to pull away yet but he knows he should. It's strange to feel the soft skin of Reno's sac pressed against the underside of his cock. He can feel their erections sliding against one another and there's a thrill of excitement up his spine from it. Rude pumps his hips a few times, long and slow, dry rubbing against the throbbing dick he can feel pressed into his lower abs. Finally he steals a few more kisses and then slips up from the bed. Rude doesn't waste any time getting the lube out of his drawer. He thanks the stars that he is a tad OCD so that he never has to hunt for things and then quickly moves back to where Reno is laying. Every second without the redhead's hands on his skin feels cold to him now. It's remarkable how quickly he's becoming accustomed to being touched. The lube is tossed onto the bed and Rude climbs back up and glides over Reno's body, trailing kisses up his ankles, thighs, hips, stomach, chest, throat, and finally his mouth again. "Tell me what to do, Reno. I don't want to hurt you," he whispers into the space between their lips.

The rubbing causes him to moan and stretch out a little, working his hips along with Rude's for more friction. He hasn't done THAT in a long time, either- mostly because it didn't feel half as good back then as it does now. He's ready to reach down and start jacking them off together when Rude pulls away, leaving him spread, cooling and catching his breath. He grins when he feels the bounce of an object next to him and turns to find a bottle, grabbing it before Rude is upon him again, kissing a path up him in a manner fit to make him squirm. Reno closes his eyes and kisses, ecstatic that Rude is pushing for it this time, and smiles to the request. He sits up, pushing Rude backward gently, and knuckles lightly down the man's front, kissing his chest. "First thing y'do is relax... we both relax," he chuckles, petting Rude's cock and stroking it lightly. "I dunno that I never took a guy this big'afore, but that don't belay me- rather get used to you'n go back." As he talks, he flips the lid of the bottle and pours a little into his own hand, testing it to see if it's a type that'll work. Satisfied, he pours a little more and then nudges one of Rude's hands toward him, giving him some as well. "A man ain't like a woman," he murmurs, flipping the cap shut and gazing up at Rude without moving further, his hand cupped to the side. "They got a blessin' o'greasin'emselves up on command, it seems like. Us? We need this shit invariably. An' it ain't just wettin' me down, either. 'Member what I was doin' on your couch? I need ya to do that t'me, but differ'nt. There's muscles down there don't take too kindly to bein' shoved around- y'gotta treat'em right, talk'em open. I c'n help a lot with the one right there where y'see it, but th'inside ones you gotta do." He smiles and rubs his free hand up Rude's side before shifting to get on his knees and bend to the side, giving Rude easier access to him. "You know the size o'yer dick better'n I do, so you oughtta do it. Use yer fingers, usually one at a time, til y'got enough to be about the size o'you, an' it don't feel like I'ma pop'em off your hand. Then we can work on you."

Rude lets himself rock back onto his heels to let Reno sit up. He watches the smaller man intently as he tries to force his brain back out of his crotch. It's hard to concentrate on what Reno is saying when Rude wants to eat him alive. He's always been good at ignoring his body's demands though and he wills himself to take in every word carefully. Hurting Reno is the last thing he wants to do tonight. His eyelids flutter a bit and his breath hitches when Reno takes a hold of his cock and strokes it; the red head is NOT making this whole concentrating thing easier on him. There's a quirked eyebrow at the comment on his size and Rude looks down at his own massive erection. He knew it was fairly sizable but he'd never thought that someone as handsome as Reno hadn't been approached by anyone with his particular 'blessing' before. A sense of pride swells in his chest at the thought that he was well endowed enough to give Reno a hell of a ride but Rude recognizes it for what it is and squelches the emotion quickly. There would be plenty of time for gloating AFTER he'd fucked his partner hard enough to steal his ability to think. Rude takes the lube offered to him and slicks his fingers with it the way he would with a dry woman. Reno's reminder of what had happened on the couch made him shudder almost imperceptibly and his eyes lower straight to Reno's narrow hips as the thought of giving his lover that same pleasure race through his mind. Reno's red hair splayed out across his sheets, soaked in sweat while he thrusts his fingers....Rude takes a deep concentrating breath and refocuses on what Reno is saying. He half wonders exactly how many muscles are inside that he's going to have to 'talk open' and after looking from his dick to his fingers, Rude is starting to wonder how many fingers he's going to wind up needing. At Reno's cue, Rude moves forward with his slicked fingers and brushes his lips across his lover's collar bone. He straddles one of Reno's legs and reaches around with his free hand to grab one of Reno's cheeks, pulling slightly to part the globes of flesh and allow himself easier access while simultaneously pulling Reno against his chest. He slides one thick finger along the seam of Reno's ass and when he feels the pucker there, he rubs it gently first before pushing a little way in. He doesn't go far, afraid of hurting his partner and there's a wet tight heat that greets him. He doesn't know exactly what he was expecting from anal sex but this wasn't it. The sheer heat and intense squeeze of muscle around his finger has his cock twitching against Reno's thigh. He waits until the muscles relax more before venturing further and pushing in to the second knuckle. His free hand sweeps back up Reno's back to brace him against Rude's chest while Rude nuzzles against the shining silver hoop in Reno's ear. "Like that?" he murmurs.

Reno closes his eyes and happily lets Rude move him, draping his free hand over Rude's shoulder and keeping the cupped one out of the way. At this rate, it won't be long before he'll be using it. His hips work down onto Rude's finger and he gives a contented sigh against the chiseled jaw. He's always imagined it rough, always hard and secretive in empty offices or maintenance closets or the back of Rude's truck, but this is infinitely better. He finds the concept of gentle Rude intoxicating and addictive, almost as much so as he finds the cold, silent killer he runs with on a mission. When he hears the muted inquiry at his ear, he smiles and reaches behind him to rub at Rude's knuckles and prod another finger toward the entry. "Yeah," he breathes, "juss' like that. Feels good, Rude... almost makes me wanna chance a rip juss' so I can have you in alla way. Try another one." He takes a deep breath and wills himself slack against Rude's hand, letting the man bob him, kissing over his face again, and his insides relax a little more, giving slip now instead of just friction.

Rude laps at Reno's earring and sucks it into his mouth to nibble at it as he slips another slick finger into the tight space. Reno stretches around him to accommodate and Rude marvels at how the other man relaxes the muscle to make the fit easier. He doesn't take long to have both fingers in all the way, dipping his shoulder to give himself more room to move them in and out of Reno. The wet sound it makes is driving him nuts with need. He wants to have that heat wrapped around his own cock. The redhead is slick and smooth inside, so damnably soft but the hardness of his erection is pressing into Rude's stomach and Rude dips lower to take one perfect pink nipple into his mouth. He laps at it and nips the sensitive skin while his free hand slips down to take Reno's cock in his hand. He needs to hear more of that smoky voice curling up from Reno's lips. He strokes slowly, careful to maintain a rhythm he knows he wouldn't be able to cum to but that will get Reno worked up. When he's satisfied that Reno's muscles are accepting him more and the friction once again decreases, Rude chances prodding gently with a third finger.

His breathing is more vocal than it was a minute ago, and his arms press heavily against Rude's shoulders to propel himself. He angles his hips to stretch the skin around Rude's fingers and nudges in response to the prod, his cupped hand finally slipping carefully between them to spill its cargo over the head of Rude's cock. He rubs it down in tandem with Rude's stroke on him, riding the fingers behind him with the same pace and turning his head to assault Rude's ear with teeth and halting grunts. "Gods, baby," he pants against the decorated cup, "can't- lemme turn around, I can't take this no more, need... need ya, please lemme take it. Don't make me come yet, c'mon..."

Reno's voice has always been confident and sultry to Rude. There's a cockiness to it that has always amazed the stoic man and he envies his partner's ability to manipulate so many with just his words. Now though, Rude is sure he's never heard anything so sexy in his life as Reno losing a little of that cocky self control. The vague sort of whimper that wraps itself around the request issued into his ear has shivers racing across Rude's skin. His ears are sensitive spots anyway and between Reno's attention to them, the hand on his cock and the tight heat around his fingers, Rude isn't sure if he could deny Reno's request if he'd wanted to. He pushes in the third finger and works them slow and deep for a few seconds before finally withdrawing and releasing Reno's erection. "Get comfortable. I want to ride you for a while," Rude rumbles against Reno's chest before backing completely away to let the redhead find a good position. His dick is throbbing and Reno has him so worked up at this point that there's a driving need now to finally sink into the smaller man's body. He needs the sound of Reno's voice in his ear again in a way he never thought was possible until tonight and Rude isn't sure how he has managed to live so long without those hands on him. It feels like this always should have been the way of things but Rude doesn't bother cussing himself for not being with Reno earlier. He has him now and he isn't going to let the chance go to waste.

"Mmmm," he accedes verbally with a touch of relief when Rude withdraws. Nobody's given him proper attention for a prep in a long time- the few times he's let anyone fuck him, with the exception of his first, he'd only gotten enough to get him ready and that was that. He almost feels like he doesn't know what to do with idle probes like Rude's anymore. He peels himself away, his hand lingering between Rude's legs a moment before he turns completely and stretches over the bed. He grabs a pillow and pulls it toward him to embrace, closing his eyes when he smells a trace of his partner on it, and rears up on his knees, upper torso still sprawled on the bed and his hands rubbing into the comforter like a kneading cat. He'd love nothing more than to flip over and face Rude, but he's never taken a cock that big before, and knows that anything less than an easy stretch like this will cause him problems- and the last thing he wants is to give Rude problems, not on a night like this. One hand scrabbles over the shiny fabric to stretch behind him as if seeking something of Rude to clutch, a hand, a leg, something. "Like whatcha see?" he purrs, trying to tease, though his mojo is thrown off by the mere need to hear Rude's voice.

Rude's breath hitches and he reaches down to take hold of his own cock at the sight presented to him now. He'd had plenty of fantasies before about making love to his partner, hell, they'd been the staple of his lonely nights for over a year now, but finally seeing his partner like this is breath taking. His eyes follow the curve of Reno's ass down his legs and back up the insides of his thighs. The red head's excitement is obvious by the flush of pink on his inner thighs and the tightness of the sac hanging between his legs. The light catches the wetness around the tight pucker, signs of the lube slicked there to make it easier for them both and Rude shifts forward with a driving need to touch, taste, and feel Reno. He needs more of that voice, needs to hear Reno lose all that self control. He lines up the head of his cock with Reno's hole and pushes gently at first. "Oh yeah," he growls in a hushed whisper, "Everything I've been waiting for." Rude slips his lube slicked hand around to take a grip on the turgid flesh between Reno's legs again while his free hand grabs one slender hip. Rude rocks in gently, the way he would with a woman who had never taken on a man of his size before, and the feeling of the taught skin spreading to accommodate him is enough to cause his hips to roll on their own. The ring of muscle stretches and then pops around the underside of his head and Rude makes lusty growl against Reno's spine. He pants breath up the smaller man's back as he starts to rock farther and farther in. It's impossibly tight and Rude is sure he's never felt anything so good in his life. He'd taken a virgin woman before but even that was different than this. The muscles here are well developed and squeeze and twitch around him as he pushes until his eyes flutter shut and a groan of pleasure escapes parted lips. "Nnnngh.....Reno," he whispers the name lovingly before pushing even farther until the head of his cock hits a second ring of muscle. Rude pauses, using every ounce of will power available to him, and lets Reno adjust to this much of him first. He isn't even half way in yet and already this is the best he's ever had.

The compliment causes a whimper and a twitch in Reno's muscles. He writhes up toward Rude, pushing a little more than he probably should, but he can't help it. He takes deep breaths into the pillow to relax himself further and works up to Rude's stalling, biting his tongue when he forces it past the second ring after several rocks. He knows as soon as he's past that, they'll be home free, and when they are, he gives a hoarse moan, groping up to grip Rude's hip and bear down further on him. It doesn't hurt in the least after the initial twinges- the stretch is something to get used to, but... "I could get used to this," he sighs, letting his eyes fall shut again. "Damn... Rude... y'feel..." It's sort of difficult to track down what he was thinking or wanted to say as he pulls back and presses in again, his words truncated by a neat whimper while his hips move between the man behind him and the hand in front of him. "P.... perfect... Rude... keep talkin'a me, baby... gotta know I ain't daydreamin'..."

Rude huffs a cry against Reno's back when the head of his cock pushes through the second ring and he seats more of himself inside. Reno's words drift up to him and Rude places whispered kisses across Reno's back even as his hips begin to set a rhythm to match Reno's own. He pumps carefully at first, reveling in the feel of Reno's skin gliding over his own...so damn tight....and as Reno becomes more accustomed to him, he begins to push farther and faster. Soon, he is seated fully in the smaller man and he gives off a harsh grunt of satisfaction as the skin of his sac brushes against the redhead's. Every thrust is punctuated by a grunt but Rude fights down the urge to just plow away at Reno. He wants this to be as good for the other man as possible. He rolls his hips in wide circles, using the movement to rub the head of his cock all around Reno's inner walls with each push from behind while one hand supports him and the other pulls at the dick in his hand. Rude rubs his thumb over the head of Reno's cock, massaging the slit and teasing the shaft with his fingers. "Oh gods, Reno," he breathes out harshly against his lover's skin, "you're so damn tight....so tight, baby....shit....never had it so good. Gonna make it good for you, Reno...." Rude moans lowly as the silver ring piercing the head of his cock pushes against an inner wall and tugs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight down his legs and up into his stomach.

Reno rolls his head to gaze behind him through lidded eyes, though he can't see much above his shoulder. He lets Rude move him completely for a short while, unable to help going slack for a minute or so as he feels the movement inside. The voice drives him inside out and it's all he can do not to turn around. Instead, he lets the rough whispers wash over his insides, lets Rude invade, lets himself like it. There's a point where Reno has to relax to a nearly boneless state in order to keep himself from careening to the edge so soon, and he likes how much easier that makes the thrusts for Rude- it feels like his own muscles are draped around the man's cock like tinsel boas. "Y'make it perfect," he breathes, gathering his brain cells. His voice is an odd mix between a wanton sort of shiver and the dusky ease of before. "Go harder... come closer t'me... wanna feel you all 'round me, Rude... fuck... lay me flat, fuck... fuck me solid... love my name offa you, Rude, t-touch me... anywhere y'can." The hand clutching Rude's hip lets go and Reno rears up closer to his lover, reaching under himself to graze the brushing sack behind him with his fingertips before he manages to cup them and tug gently every time Rude pulls away.

Rude arches his back up to allow Reno to get on all fours. He loves the way this presses more of the smaller man along his body, skin moving over skin everywhere. He leans in and suckles at the crook of Reno's neck from behind while his hips work a harder rhythm. The words Reno says are like fire in his veins. They make him shiver and want to pound into the other man the way his partner is asking for but Rude doesn't want this to be over yet and he knows that once he gets to slapping hard against Reno's ass, he's not going to be able to stop. The hand that slips under to touch him comes as a surprise but it is far from an unpleasant one and he moans breathy noises into Reno's foxtail with each tug of his sac. It's getting harder by the second not to just let go and Rude tries hard to concentrate on just touching every inch of Reno's skin that he can. One hand moves between stroking Reno's throbbing member and rubbing at his sac while the other moves over his chest, down his sides, up his throat and down his arms. Fingertips brush over every available space of skin they can reach and Rude rubs at one of the stiff nipples his fingers flicker across. He tweaks and rubs the firm pectoral, so different from the fleshy globe of a woman, and finds he prefers this strong muscle more. He loves the way he can feel the twitch inside when he hits a good spot and it drives him to move a little faster. Finally the rubbing and tugging at his sac are too much and Rude grunts hard as his hips start moving faster. He can't help it any more. The need to fuck Reno hard is too all consuming and Rude braces with his feet against the satin comforter as much as he can while his hips snap over and over against the smooth curve of Reno's ass. "Oh yeah," he moans deeply, "fuck....Reno......Oh shit......so fucking.....oh gods so fucking goood.......ah......f-fuck....does it feel good, baby? Do you....UNGH.....do you like it?" Rude has never been one for talking in bed. Usually, he simply screws the woman in question until she can't see straight, using her body for his own needs, but tonight he isn't with some barfly. He's with Reno and that makes all the difference. Only Reno matters enough to get Rude talking. He's the only one the large man trusts enough to say anything and the only one whose opinion matters enough to make Rude ask such questions.