Techno begets bad dancing.

"Yeah- yeah," he pants in a needier octave, raising his head to mold to Rude's shoulder. The drive causes him to spasm now and then, and he wisely lets go of the handful behind him before he can squeeze it too hard. The heat and rush are a heady mix, almost bringing him back around to drunk. "Like that- Rude, gods, ya... uhnnn..." He bows himself once more to drive his partner to the core of him, barking out a few high-pitched cries between his attempts to speak. "Y'gonna get me- me off- Rude- I like it- fuck- fuck yeah- R-Rude..." His voice hitches for every thrust now, a raw edge seeping into it from the rough treatment his throat's gotten tonight and the brink Rude is systematically steering him toward. He balances on one arm, pressing himself further up and turning his head as far as he can, unable to function further without what he seeks: his now-free hand reaches behind him to pull Rude's head down, coming as close as he can to face-to-face, and he kisses the corner of Rude's mouth he can reach, huffing and whimpering between kisses.

The muscle wrapped like a python around Rude's cock twitches and squeezes as Reno gets closer and closer, leaving Rude gulping back heated cries with every thrust. He bends with the red head, needing to maintain the contact between them, and kisses as much of his lover's mouth as is allowed to him with this position. His eye flutter shut and a low guttural moan flows from his lips as the squeeze grows more and more around him. Rude snags the pillow Reno is holding onto and pushes it just under Reno's stomach before using his sheer weight to force his partner down onto the mattress. He grabs Reno's thighs and pulls his legs out and back to lay him on his stomach more fully and then grabs Reno's cock once again. The pillow lifts Reno's ass just enough to give the larger Turk space to continue pumping his cock but the rest of Reno is suddenly buried under Rude's sheer size. He presses Reno's shoulders to the sheets with the broad expanse of his chest and uses his legs to kick Reno's farther apart. He can barely think, barely breathe, barely do anything but huff and moan and thrust into that magnificent body below him. No other lover has ever driven him this far before. Rude rides Reno hard into the mattress now that they are laying flat and while one hand continues to stroke Reno harder and faster, in tandem with the thrusts from behind, Rude's other hand snakes up to fist in Reno's hair. He doesn't pull hard, afraid of hurting his partner, but he tugs enough to let Reno know without words that he wants access to Reno's mouth again. Rude chews at as much of Reno's lips as he can reach and he muffles his grunts and wordless cries into the red tattoo running along one high cheekbone.

The breath is knocked out of him, but Reno doesn't care. He strains up against the weight on him, though not as a struggle, and the jerk in his hair elicits a thick moan as Rude grinds him further into the soft surface. The sensations are beginning to pool in the pit of his belly- Rude's sounds, Rude's scent, Rude's friction, the satin underneath, the sweet burn and batter to his prostate. Every pore sings with the slick of their sweat, and the brief tastes he gets of Rude with his head twisted this way are too much of a tease to bear. Usually he has more self control than this. "Rude," he whines, surging back against his own will, "St- stop- no, d-don't- fuck, I'm gonna- Rude, I'm- c-com- RuuUUUDE GODS-" is all he manages before he slams himself back into his partner, disregarding the sear of too much pressure at once against his suddenly constrictive inner muscles. With an incoherent howl, he paints the cup of Rude's hand and the fabrics below them, spasming across the muscles of his body, but he doesn't even give himself a chance to catch his breath before he's twisting around from the waist to face Rude, teeth bared and grinning. "Do it," he pants, almost as a command. "I wanna feel it, Rude, wanna know I got it outta ya, do it for me..."

Rude almost pauses as he hears the words "no and "stop" come out of Reno's mouth but the man's body language is saying something entirely different and as the plea turns into an orgasmic cry, the dark Turk couldn't stop to save his life now. The impossible squeeze around him grows until he can barely move and it's almost painful as Reno tenses and slams back into him. He needs it though, needs that heat and that pressure on his cock until he's sure he's going to lose circulation. He can feel the warm wash of fluid over his hand, not so different from when he is jacking off but that's where the similarity ends. Reno's cry reaches straight into Rude's brain and sets every nerve he owns on fire until he can't think straight. He feels Reno twist in his arms, hears the command in that sultry voice, and obeys the best he can as if it were voluntary at this point. He thrusts hard, his eyes squeezed shut and brow furrowed as his mouth opens in a wordless growl that starts off low enough to vibrate clear through Reno's skin and grows into a cry that sounds suspiciously like Reno's name. He slams into Reno hard enough to shift the bed and it squeaks in protest as the headboard smacks the wall over and over with enough force to dent the plaster. Rude's never felt this intense before, nothing has ever felt so good and he finally gives over to it as his whole body tenses and he spills into Reno with a cry loud enough to scare the neighbors. His hips continue to twitch and thrust until his muscles finally give out and he collapses onto Reno's back, holding some of his weight on shaking arms to keep from crushing the smaller man. His breath comes in ragged pants and sweat slides down the smooth skin of his head and back. He is slick every where, between their bodies, on his legs. Slick against the sheets and over his hands. He can feel his own cum dripping down the middle of his sac where he overflowed out of Reno's body. He hadn't even realized he could spill that much.

Reno hisses at the sting against his raw flesh from the inside and squeezes his eyes shut. Nothing in his life has ever sounded so good, except perhaps when Rude told him under no uncertain terms that he was staying tonight, and the sound causes him to buck a little further, sending a twitch through his nethers that he almost wishes he hadn't just been too plowed to heed. He lays still under Rude's collapsing weight, having handled it just fine during missions gone bad, and closes his eyes, finally catching his breath in contented puffs. He squirms a little to squeeze his arm between Rude's arm and his own ribs, letting it curl lazily over Rude's hand in a semi-hug, as well as curling his legs up behind them to rest calves against Rude's thighs. He grins again at the ooze from behind every time he moves a muscle. Most people hate the messy aftermath of sex. While he doesn't roll around in it, he finds it pleasant to focus on as a closing sensation, and if his lay was good enough, he likes to use it as an excuse to shower together. Tonight will definitely call for the excuse, but for the moment, he remains still and clinging, absorbing every touch from Rude he can get in the comfortable blanket of post-coital quiet.

Rude's eyes stay closed but they are as relaxed as the rest of him now. He had never felt anything in his life that compared with that and in the afterglow of it all, he finds he doesn't even have the energy to worry about the mess they are making of his bed. He's sure he'll care at some point, he's too anal retentive about cleanliness not to, but for now, he is content to just lay there and let Reno's hand snake around to hug him as best as he can. Rude draws his arms in to cushion them around Reno like a cocoon and he works on slowing his racing heart back to normal. By now, Rude usually would have gotten up to shower and leave, cuddling wasn't really his thing, but Reno was, yet again, different in this regard. He finds that he likes being able to hold the smaller man as his dick slowly softens within him and there's that familiar feeling of safety and companionship that he's felt on several missions when the shit hit the fan and they've had to lay low for a long time in some tiny crawl space or another. Rude takes a deep whiff of the scent now clinging to everything around them. Sex, sweat, and the mixing of their cologne and Reno's shampoo. Gods the man smelled good enough to eat. Rude buries his nose shamelessly into the thick tangle of red hair the way he's been wanting to for a long time now and each breath of that smell seems to reach into his back and pull loose the knots there. "Don't want anyone else ever again, Reno. Even if you walk out now, I would never want anyone else," he murmurs quietly, "stay with me....stay with me tonight, Reno. All night. Don't leave." Rude has never been afraid to be alone but here, now, he is sure he couldn't bear to let Reno slip away into the night.

"Leave? Ain't plannin' on it," Reno murmurs, finally pulling himself out from under Rude once he has the mind to put his effort to it. Out of habit, he attempts to hide the pleased spike of his mood begotten by Rude's declaration, though it's easy to hide a good mood with an already-good mood. It was harder in the past to hide during times when Rude would acquiesce to going drinking with him, or point out how much of an asset Reno was as a friend to him, or give any indication of caring. Reno curls up at Rude's side now, draping limbs over him and humming contentedly. Reno isn't much of an afterglow freak himself, but it ties back to the near-insatiable addiction growing in him to be near his partner, to touch him now that he knows he won't get killed or shoved away for it. "Tall order, givin' everyone else inna world up after one roll with me, but I can dig it," he teases good-naturedly, smiling and kissing at Rude's arm. To be honest, Reno's been prepared to make such a declaration himself for years, if only given the chance. "Not like I don't feel the same way."