Yay for more Reno and Rud smut!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is YAOI. If you dont like M/M smex dont read this. Thats all. Enjoy. Seriously. Enjoy.
It's been two months since Reno bent me over that cool steel desk at Emporium and had his way with me, and to this day, it still gets me rock hard the instant I think of it. I hadn't been with anyone else since that rapturous night, unless you include righty and lefty, which by now should be raw and chaffed from over exertion. Thank gods for lotion.
Its not like I haven't had the chance to. Just the other night I could of gone home with a built, tattooed, blond twenty something at one of the local bars and devoured every last inch of him for my own personal pleasure. Things were going fine. Drinks. Heated whispers. Promises of pleasure. That is, until he moved to kiss me. I remember arching my head back and moaning as he licked my throat and moved to my lips. At the time, I simply whispered what was on my mind. One word, escaping in a heated breathy groan. Reno.
To say the least, I went home alone that night and jacked off for I don't know how long with one of my partners dress shirts that still reeked of his cologne. The kid has taste I have to admit. An expensive brand no doubt. Jasmine and rose petals with a deep musky aftershock, making my head swim with thoughts of his mouth and his hands on my body.
Snap out of it Rude. Do some work. My eyes shift across the office that I share with the feisty red head and I sigh. Its after midnight on a Friday night and I'm sitting here all alone. Pathetic really. I know deep in the coil of my gut where he is. He's at that club.
I can picture him up on one of the raised platforms, dancing in slow movements, his hands touching every inch of his body. His eyes are scanning the floor right now. Looking. Watching. Waiting patiently for a victim to come into his sights so that he won't have to jerk off tonight. I can picture the strobe light over head flashing over his shirtless body and tight leather pants, his neck back and his mouth open, drawing in all of the weak around him.
I've never seen anyone dance like my partner can. It's as close to an erotic strip tease as you can get without paying for it, but in the morning when you wake up and he's gone, you seem to pay then, ten fold. With your heart.
I take my glasses off and lean back in my large leather chair, staring out of our huge glass walls toward downtown Midgar. I know you're out there Ren. Do you ever think of me when you're out on a rainy night like this? I scoff. I seriously doubt it. Not when you have an entire club to pick from. I laugh to myself thinking of Reno at one of those expensive restaurants, but instead of a tank of lobster, has a tank of handsome men. He licks his soft pink lips and reaches in to the tank, then pulls out the one he wants. It looks like...
My little dream is shattered as I quickly turn in my chair and look towards the closed and locked door. I can't believe my eyes.
Reno stands with his back at it, dressed in his work uniform and staring at me with the crazy grin I remember from two months ago. I stand and walk to the front of my desk and watch as he comes closer and closer.
He stinks of expensive whiskey and another man's cologne, but I could give a shit. He was here with me right now. In our office. Not at that club. With me.
He stops right in front of me and runs a hand down my tie. Tells me I'm working too late. I swallow as his hand trails down my chest and lands on my crotch. He smirks and then adds that I'm working too hard as well. Cute kid. You noticed.
He cocks his head to the side as he looks up with predatory eyes and asks me blatantly if I was thinking about him. What was I supposed to do? Lie? I nod but make no move to touch him, my hands firmly around the edges of my desk.
I swear he laughs a little and pushes his erection into my own. Tells me in a sweet seductive voice that he's been thinking about me too. All night in fact. Tells me that he hasn't been able to get the other night out of his head. That he looks at me at work and instantly gets rock hard.
Is he just telling me what I want to hear? Maybe, but I doubt it. If there is one thing I know about my partner after so many years working with him, it's that he wouldn't lie to me. Hell, most of our flawless work was down with a series of gestures and eye movements like true pros, no words necessary between us. I can tell when he's lying. The way his lip curls or he looks away. But his eyes are still fixed on mine and he's not smiling anymore.
I ask him why he hasn't come to me then. Why did he wait so long to tell me? Reno blinks softly and lays his head on my chest, still curling my tie around his delicate fingers. He tells me that he has tried to be with other men since that heated night, but can't get into the motions. That he usually ends up leaving to jerk off in the bathroom with my name on his lips. My name. Not another mans. Mine.
I must say my ego just swelled ten fold as well as the bulge in my slacks. I hold him to my body, a new feeling of intimacy between us as I kiss his forehead and tell him that he can have me. Anyway he wants me.
Thats when he looks up and grins like Ifrit himself. Shit. I know that look. I didn't dress properly to be dinner but I'll take it from him anyway that I can get it. A drug. My Reno.
He asks me if I liked being his bitch last time. record scratch Now wait just a DAMN second. I am and never will be anyone's bitch. And dear god did I want to say that to him, but instead I nod and grind into him. I whisper that words yeah kid to him and wait for him to react.
Reno bites his lower lip and pulls back a bit, mumbling only one word as he starts to unzip and remove his suit coat. The word? Good.
I watch as he moves his hips back and forth as turns around, his long ponytail flowing down his back like a warm river of dark blood. I want to reach out and grab it but I remain where I am, just enjoying the show as my body temperature rises steadily.
His coat is tossed onto his desk and he looks over his shoulder as he flicks each and every button of his white shirt open. I swallow hard as he lets it drift down around his shoulders like a softly falling snow. He licks his shoulder and raises his hands up over his head, moving his hips in a slow hypnotizing circle. Did I mention that the kid could dance? Oh yeah. I did. Sorry, I'm a bit distracted.
He lower his arms and lets the shirt fall to the ground then turns and curls his finger to me the way a siren would lure its victim to his death. I didn't care if I did die this evening. It was so perfect. So slow and beautiful.
I walk towards him and stand motionless as he starts to move up and down my body as if he can hear some far off beat that I can't, all the while staring into my chocolate eyes. He pushes the suit coat from my shoulders and I almost object as he throws it across the room into a corner. He knows wrinkled clothes drive me fucking crazy and I almost move to retrieve it, when I feel him tug my tie loose and then my eyes are locked on his again.
I can almost see the blacks of his eyes swirling in a circle, mesmerizing me and making me his slave, but I won't fight it if they are. I need to taste him again. I need to feel him again. All of him. Bring it on Reno. I'm not scared.
He pulls my tie off and looks at it lovingly, saying that we might be needing it for later and tosses it onto the large leather couch in our office. I grin as I watch him flick the buttons of my shirt open one by one. Then his mouth is on my chest, sucking and nipping at my tattoo. My hands fly up and are instantly tangled in his long red locks, my head back and my mouth slightly open. I moan softly and beg for more.
He chuckles softly and rips my shirt open, not bothering with the rest of the buttons and pulls it off my broad shoulders and to my elbows, where he uses it to restrain my arms. He groans and pushes me back a little bit towards the desk and I almost stumble as he does. I know whats coming and I'm not going to fight it. I want it. Want him.
He bites my chest hard, causing me to hiss loudly and arch into him. Must of been what he was looking for because he smiles and pushes me hard, with one hand, onto my desk. Humph. I've never seen the ceiling from this angle. Is that a crack that I need to get fixed? I should call maintenance in the... OH FUCK!! I scream out as I feel my arms pulled up over my head and two metal rings snapped firmly to each. The little shit handcuffed me.
I start to stand when I feel a tug and I'm moving as well as my desk, leaving a loud skid as it is dragged over the hard marble floor. He pulls until he gets to a small pipe running up the side of the wall and then I hear snapping and clicking. I can't fucking move. He's handcuffed my hands together and used his pair to restrain me to the wall.
You little bastard. When I get free, I'm gonna... My eyes almost roll back in my head as I feel him crawling up onto me and massaging my groin with his skilled hand, almost as if he knew right where to touch me to receive the loudest sounds from my mouth.
He pulls the sides of my shirt open on the desk and then trails his fingers lower and lower until he reaches my belt buckle and unhooks it, sliding the thick leather band around from under my waist and then smirks at me as he holds it in his hands. He stands and asks me if I've been a good TURK lately.
What the hell is THAT supposed to mean? You've seen me working. You know I'm good at my damn job. Why would you ask me a question like th... I scream into the confines of the empty room, so loud that I swear the boss, only two floors up must of heard me. I raise my head to see a thick red mark on my chest and then to reno, who's grinning like a kid on Christmas.
That fucking hurt you little... My tone is rewarded with another hard crack of the belt and my chest is starting to look like it's wrapped in finely layered red ribbons. The next crack however doesn't hurt as much and soon I find myself arching into the sharp stinging sensations and pushing my hips up. Bloody lines are starting to pucker through my skin by the time he stops. I turn my hazy eyes towards him and pant. His body is covered in a fine layer of sweat and I watch him throw the belt to the side.
I don't smoke but I could really use one right now. I watch as he walks to me and gingerly runs his fingers over the angry red marks then pouts and starts to kiss them softly. He asks me if I'm in pain.
Pain? Nah partner. I can take whatever you want to throw at me. Pain would be you freeing me and leaving this room. Stay. Whip me. Fuck me. Whatever you want. I'm yours. Just. Don't. Leave.
His pout turns to a grin as he moves to the end of the desk and flicks the button on my slacks open then peels the sides apart. I think he is strangely turned on by the fact that I was running late this morning and forgot to wear boxers. All it did for me all damn day was get me hard the minute my cock swung and brushed against my soft pants. I think at one point, Tseng noticed but I walked by fast and into the bathroom, where I jerked off yet again to Reno's image.
He tells me to lift my hips and I comply. My hard abs ripple as I use them to lift my ass from the desk so that he can pull my pants down around my ankles. I see him disappear for a moment and feel him unlacing and removing my boots then my socks and pants. Great. I'm naked again except this time I'm unable to move or fight my attacker. I smirk. Good.
He stands and looks around, stating that there is way too much light in the room and walks to the switch, flicking it and collapsing the room into darkness. The only light now is from the glowing city below, shining into through the large floor to ceiling windows of our office. I groan as I watch him removing his own pants slowly and then his own boots and socks. I bite my lip as he even removes his goggles and tosses them aside. Sweet Shiva he looks like a god, illuminated by the lights streaking in from the windows. He reaches back and unties his long hair, shaking his head and letting it fall around his shoulders and down his back.
I think I'm going to come right now. I want to. I really could. I've never seen him like this, completely exposed and delicious. He raises his hands and runs them through the sides of his own hair as he walks back towards me, then he is moving up onto my body and straddling my thighs. I can feel his hard cock against my own and I push into him slightly.
I'm rewarded as he reaches down between us and takes both of our hard lengths into his hand, then closes his eyes and starts to pump them both softly. I can't close my eyes. I want to watch him. Every expression is new and brilliant to me. His lips trembling. His neck arched just a bit back, exposing his hard jawline and adam's apple. I let off a soft moan as a bolt of electricity shoots up my spine. The pleasure is indescribable, our heat sliding against one another's causing a smooth sweet friction that I can't get enough of.
He starts to pant as his pace picks up and my name drifts from his lips. I close my eyes as he mumbles it over and over, making my head swim with desire. Its coming and fast. I can feel it between us. Neither of us are going to last long. We both need this. Want this.
My cock is leaking like a faucet now, my hot fluids dripping from the head and running down the outer walls of the hand that pleasures it. The throbbing sensations are becoming more intense and its almost as if I can feel his throbbing as well, in time with my own.
His neck snaps forwards suddenly and he's staring at me. He tells me he's so close. That he wants to hear me coming so that he can get off as well. Thats all it takes. My head drops back on the desk so hard it could of cracked my skull, but I wouldn't of cared. The orgasm is so intense that I scream out, his other hand now running along the welts in my chest and adding a new sensitive sensation to my already blazing release. I explode onto my own chest as my hips push into his awaiting hand furiously. I find myself holding my breath at one point but then let it out a moment later in one long heated moan of utter pleasure, his name on my lips.
I hear his breath hitch and I know he's right there with me, his hand pumping hard and deep. He comes seconds after I do, his mouth hanging open and his long hair sticking to his sweat covered body. I watch as a trail of sweat drips from under his bangs and runs down one of his scars, dripping onto his arm as he pants for breath.
He screams my name and comes onto my chest as well, our fluids now mingling together and running down my sides. I want to lick it all up and then kiss his mouth. Taste both of us on him, but all I can do is watch as he starts to slow down and then wipes his head with the back of his hand.
He stares down at me and then drops his head, his tongue now tracing small patterns in the sticky mess on my stomach. Gods, I could of come again just from that sight. He runs his tongue up the entire length of my chest, taking time to tease one of my nipples, until his face is right over my own. The sides of his hair fall down around my face as well as his own, almost masking us from the rest of the world. The place that only he and I knew, and no one else could get into. Our private club.
His chest makes contact with my own and I hiss as I feel the cooling come between us expanding and oozing down my sides like heavy bricks on top of wet concrete. He places a hand on the side of my face and then his mouth is against mine, his tongue seeking the entrance that I so willingly give him. It tastes better than I could of ever imagined. All I want is to hold him close to me, but the cuffs are stopping that from happening. I do the next best thing and kiss him with everything that I've got, my legs now spread up on the desk and one wrapping around his smaller body.
He breaks the kiss a few moments later and smirks down at me. He asks me if I'm ready for round two. I pant and nod. This is going to be a long night.
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Now lets be honest folks. If you had a god above you, ready to pleasure you in ways that no school teacher would dare to talk about in sex ed class would you say no? Yeah. Thats right. You sure as fuck would not. Nor could I.
I look up as he catches his breath and sits up on my chest. He touches my face lovingly and then stands and walks to where he discarded his suit coat earlier. What hell is he doing? I shiver as a chill runs up my spine, our fluids now cold and wet on my chest.
He walks back to my restrained position and grabs some tissue from my desk, wiping the come off slowly and then throwing the towel to the side. I want him to fuck me. I can hardly stand how stiff my cock has become so soon again, and by the look on his face, he's pleased as well.
Reno walks to the end of the table and spreads my legs wide. I feel like a woman on a birthing table, all exposed and vulnerable. He won't hurt me. I keep having to reassure myself of that after the whipping from earlier as I watch him with wide eyes.
He looks at my cock and then up to me. Tells me he needs me to go flacid. Well excuse me, if I have a hard time doing that...literally. I knit my brows at him and he laughs. Tells me that he can't get the cock ring on unless I do. COCK RING?? What the hell is he going to do with me? If he hasn't noticed I already have one and to tell the truth I really don't trust him to give me another.
He laughs at my probable expression of horror and tells me to relax. That it has nothing to do with piercing. I breath a sigh of relief. Well thats comforting at least.
The thought of a possible cock impaling did wonders for my libido and soon I'm soft enough for his liking. He shows me a smooth silver ring and tells me that he's gonna make me come so hard my ears will pop.
I grit my teeth and tell him to do whatever it is that he has to, and soon, because I can already feel the blood flowing back down through the thick vein on the underside of my hard on.
Before I know it, I have a ring shoved around my cock and balls. I groan as my erection strains back to its full glorious length and I pull at the handcuffs. Oh fuck. The pressure is unbelievable. All of the blood becoming trapped in my thick shaft and causing the piercing at the head of my cock to twitch with the swell.
He moans with satisfaction, gently teasing my sensitive piercing with his finger. He tells me that he's never been with a guy who had one. I smirk at him like a shady used car salesman, and tell him that he's more than welcome to take a test drive.
Reno licks his lips and leans over, flicking his soft tongue against my balls. I swear I'm pulling on the handcuffs so hard that I'm about to rip that damned pipe from the wall, and judging its location, it leads up to the bosses private bathroom.
His mouth is so hot and wet against my flesh and I moan his name as my cock strains against the round metal hoop holding it. He narrows his eyes and asks me if I want him to rim me. Rim me? I have no clue what that is but I nod anyways. If he's doing it, it must be good. Rim me? What did he mean by... OH FUCK...My head crashes back as I feel his tongue circling my tight ring of muscle and I spread my legs wider, the new feeling so amazing and unnatural.
He raises my legs over his slender but built shoulders and buries his face in my ass. I never knew anything could feel this good. No one had ever tried or even suggested this to me in the past, suddenly making me feel cheated. My hips are writhing as I feel his wet tongue penetrate me over and over. I scream his name, wanting him deeper. Wanting all of him inside of me.
I beg for him to fuck me, but I don't think he's listening to a word I'm saying. Instead, his expert mouth works me over, his thick tongue stretching me and causing me to yank on the cuffs holding me from him. My hands went numb some time ago, but thats just a casualty of war so to speak. I'm going to have angry red marks on my wrists in the morning but I will wear them like battle scars.
It seems like hours before he stops his assault and lets my legs back down a bit, licking his lips and telling me how good I taste. Secretly I was glad that I took that shower in our office bathroom earlier in the day. He asks me how I want it. I pant as I tell him that I don't care as long as I have him deep and hard.
Reno thinks for a moment and puts a finger up. Tells me hard and deep it is, as he walks back to his desk and slides the bottom drawer open. I've never been in his desk, respecting his private space, but I can't say that I haven't wondered whats in there. He pulls out several items and walks back to me. He tells me I'll like this game.
Game? I watch as he wraps studded leather bands around my inked biceps and pulls them tight using thick buckles. He pulls a thick leather strap around my upper chest and yanks it tight as well. I can feel so many new pressure points building in my body that I never knew that I had. He reaches out and tweaks my nipples. The added pressure of the strap above them adds a great amount of sensitivity and pleasure to the simple act.
I moan and stare at him through glossy eyes as he moves to straddle me once more. He positions himself over my hard erection and stops just as the tip of the head enters him, then looks at me. I mouth the words 'I want you so bad baby' to him and he smirks and asks how bad. I hiss and tell him that I want him so bad that I'm about to fucking explode.
Must of been enough because he impales himself on my rod in one fast drop of his thighs. The feeling of being inside of him for the first time is breathtaking. So tight. So hot. My eyes have rolled back in my head and I swear my mouth just went dry. I can't help but buck up into that tight wet flesh, needing more and more of it. The ring around my cock and balls makes the whole thing that much more mind blowing. The added thickness and pressure. I can't believe I'm not ripping him open. I swear that if I was so come right now, he'd end up stuck to the ceiling from the building pressure.
He begins to ride me like one of those racing chocobos, his hands firmly holding both sides of my chest as he grunts and strains with pleasure. I look down and watch his hands snake over to my biceps as his fingers dig deep into the thick bands of black ink covering them, distorting my sweaty tattoos and causing me to moan once more. I love that he loves my ink. That he finds it as sexy and alluring as I do.
I turn my head to look back upwards, and I'm not even sure where I am anymore. He is staring down at me with swollen lips and a slack jaw. I turn my gaze lower as he tells me to watch us. That he wants me to see how it looks when I come in him and to never forget it. Don't worry baby. I won't. Not ever.
His eyes clench shut as I look between us with a raised head to see my cock slipping in and out of his ass. Just watching the act makes me throb and and groan. He moves up and down on my slick heat with such perfection that it's truly mind blowing. His nails rake down my stomach as I can feel him clamp down on me. The new constriction makes me pant harder and faster. I don't think I've ever had this much of an orgasm building up since the very first time I jacked off.
Reno cries out and comes with his own hand on his cock and splatters my chest, neck and chin. I lick it up as I keep pushing my hips up hard into that tight ring. Our bodies are now covered in thick sweat and the scent of hard sex lingers in the office. I laugh inwardly. Let the cleaning people get THAT in the morning.
I groan hard and push up one last time. He knows that I'm about to come. Its as if he can sense it the way that he buries me deep in his ass and holds it there. He screams that he wants me to fill him and shit, I can't hold back. My orgasm hits me hard and fast, my fluids filling my partner and leaking out all around my own cock in a hot stream.
I feel like some kind of junkie, wanting more and more of Reno. Like he was some sort of illegal drug that everyone wanted and no one could get their hands on. Everyone except me that is. I'm a lucky bastard.
I cry out into the office and pull my arms forwards hard. So hard in fact that the pipe that I'm attached to springs a good sized leak and splatters my face and chest. Reno just laughs and watches, then his face knits with concern.
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Rufus holds Tseng tight in the shower and runs a hand over the side of his face. "Glad we finally got this time together. I've been waiting all week for it."
Tseng nods and pulls his lover to him and kisses him softly. "Yes...it is nice. Finally a relaxing hot showe..." He stops and puts his hand up as the water pressure drops significantly and knits his brow. "What the hell?"
Rufus grumbles and rolls his eyes. "Tseng, fire the maintenance man in the morning for me. I told him to fix this problem last week."
Tseng drops to his knees as he looks up and nods. "Consider it done sir."
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I lay on the desk, panting for air, unable to get enough into me to satisfy my lungs. I feel him stand, my cock sliding out of his ass and into the open air. The cock ring is so tight now, that it almost hurts.
He leans over and kisses my lips, telling me that if I want it off I need to relax. I close my eyes as I feel his fingers trailing over my chest to lull me into a deep trance and I start to go flacid without even thinking about it.
The ring is slowly removed and he tosses it aside. Asks me if I liked that. Are you fucking insane kid? Course I loved it! It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. As I lay on the desk, I look up at the water spraying over me and ask him if we should get a bucket.
Reno just laughs softly again and kisses me on the lips. Tells me I worry too much. That if I don't mind, he doesn't.
I don't care Ren. Just don't stop now. I've got all night left in me. Lets go.
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I watch Reno smirk as he watches the hot water from the pipe cascading over my body. I push up into his hands as he runs them over my hard chest and stomach, the water starting to evaporate into the air around his delicate fingers.
Shit thats hot. And no. Not his hands. The fucking water. I let off a loud hiss but not in pleasure, and stare at him almost as if I am begging. He gets the drift and is up in a heartbeat, uncuffing me from the wall and helping me to sit up.
He looks so hot when he's concerned for me. Asks me if I'm ok. Tells me it was just a game and that he would never hurt me on purpose. He starts to ramble on like this for a few moments before I stand and pull his smaller frame to me, silencing him instantly with one hot blistering kiss. I know you wouldn't baby. And I'm just fine.
He breaks the kiss and lays his head on my wet chest, his hands gripping my back like flypaper. I feel him sigh and his jaw move. I think he's smiling. God I love you just like this Ren.
I look over my shoulder at the pipe which by now had expelled most of its water and was dripping slowly onto our wet floor. That would be fun to explain to maintenance in the morning. Yeah, Hi. Ummm...look, me and my dead sexy partner were having a rough fuck in the office last night and well, things got a teesny weensy bit out of hand. Can you come up to our office with a blowtorch and a new piece of pipe? Shit. I almost laugh out loud just thinking about it.
I stand holding Reno to my chest and listening to our hearts beating together, softly rubbing my wrists behind his back. Our bodies glisten with water in the dull light of downtown Midgar, making me wonder if I had died on that table and gone back into the life stream Never in my life had I felt this connected to anyone. What is this feeling? Its so warm and comforting, unlike anything I have ever experienced. I feel as if he were to leave me tonight that I might wither up and die.
He looks up at me and puts a hand on my face. Asks me whats wrong big man. Big man. I love it when you call me that baby. It's cute. I tell him softly that nothing could be wrong tonight. That he is so beautiful and perfect.
My reward is to feel him grip me to him tighter. We stand for what seems like hours with our arms holding each other close. I lean my head down every now and then to kiss the top of his head and smile, when suddenly I feel drops of water against my chest, running down my abs and thigh. Is he?
I tilt his head up to look at me and stare into puffy emerald eyes. My face turns to concern and all I can do is ask him what's wrong. Shit. Did I do something? Did I fuck up somehow? My mind starts to replay the last few hours, trying to find the moment that I could of screwed up.
He jumps up a bit and wraps his arms around my neck and softly whispers the words 'Hold me yo'. I put my arms around his waist and hold him up from the floor, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I hear tiny sobs racking his smaller body and walk to the couch slowly, sitting down with him straddling my lap as I start to rub his back. He sits up after a moment and sniffs, wiping the tears from his eyes and stares at me.
I'm caught between staring back at his beauty and staring back at what I perceive as pain. I feel him shiver just slightly and reach over to take a small blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around his body. He smiles at me and thanks me with a gentle kiss on the side of my face. I watch as he unhooks the leather bands from my arms and chest, discarding them to the floor below and nodding. He tells me I'm perfect now, then his face becomes expressionless.
For the first time in our partnership, I can't read him at all. I have no idea what he's thinking and it scares me. He snuggles into me as close as he can get without ripping my skin open and crawling in, then sighs. He speaks so softly that if the room hadn't been dead silent, I wouldn't of heard him. He tells me that he feels like a whore, dirty and unworthy of me. That he's so sick and tired of the club scene and that he only wants me but feels that he can't have me because of his past. I feel more of those hot drops of water on my neck and hold him tighter as my own eyes start to sting, causing me to blink rapidly.
Reno places gentle kisses on my skin as he speaks, one of his hands around the front of my neck and absent-mindedly playing with one of my earrings. He tells me that I'm all he can think of and that it's been that way for a long time now. That every time he's with another man he feels as if he's cheating on me somehow. Then he tells me something that makes my heart stop and my hands stop moving completely. He tells me that he loves me. That he wants to be with me forever and no one else.
I can't breathe at all. I feel as if I was bitten by a poisonous snake of some kind and have suffered paralysis. He...loves me? I have waited for so many long years to finally hear those words from his mouth. I thought of what I'd say to him if he ever told me but my lips at this moment are glued together and my eyes are frozen open and staring forwards.
I'm too stunned to move, when my partner must of mistaken my silence for rejection. He's up fast, and grabs his pants and shirt as I sit up and hold the now empty blanket in my hands. Say something Rude. Say anything you big dumb lug. He's hurt. Not to mention that he's running again. Stop him. You can do this.
He won't even look at me as he whispers his apologies over and over. That he will ask for a transfer in the morning. A transfer? Are you fucking serious? We're the best team ShinRa has ever had and you want a damn transfer?
As he gets one leg in his pants, I can't watch this anymore and stand fast, letting the blanket hit the floor. I grab him from behind and hold him as he goes slack in my arms and starts to cry again. I don't know what to do. In all of the years I've known this cold blooded little killer, I've never seen him like this. So weak and vulnerable. This is not the man who would gladly put a bullet in his targets head and laugh at the corpse. This is not the man who after 12 drinks told Rufus ShinRa, at a company dinner, that he and Tseng should really switch lubricants because of what a tight ass he had been acting like. I laugh inwardly remembering the look on the bosses face after that remark. Reno was suspended for a week with no pay, but I still went to his place everyday to drink and play poker with him. The man in my arms was like a small boy, scared and in need of the one thing that nobody ever gave him. Love.
I hold his back to my chest and lean into his ear, kissing it softly. I tell him that I think of him all the time too. I tell him about that man at the bar the other night and how I could of gone home with him, but didn't. I hold him and almost shake him slightly as I tell him he's not leaving me. That if he did I would follow him for the rest of his life, no matter how far or how fast he ran. I tell him that he can't get away from me no matter how hard he tries so he might as well just stay and have me love him back. Did I just say that? Did I just tell him that...I loved him too?
He turns in my arms and stares at me, his eyes deep and shaking. He timidly asks me if I meant that. If I really do love him back. I smile and nod, asking him if I've ever lied to him before.
The only way to describe his face is like the most beautiful sunrise you've ever seen, magnified by one hundred. He jumps up and wraps his entire body around me, causing me to fall back onto the couch with a grunt. He ravages me with hot kisses and takes my face in his hands, telling me that he would of died if I had rejected him. That he loves me so much it hurts him to be apart from me.
I crush our mouths together and suddenly we find a new level of intimacy between us in the dark room. No more is the dominant Reno, trying to be something that he thinks I need. No more is that cocky bastard from the dance club. All thats left now are our raw emotions and something new. Our shared love.
He pants as he kisses me feverishly and whispers to me to make love to him. Says he wants to feel us. Says he wants to share a part of himself with me that he's never given anyone else. His heart.
I want to cry, and truth be told, I rarely do. The last time I did was when my old partner was killed just inches from me. Those however were tears of pain. These were tears of happiness.
I moan his name over and over as he straddles my lap on the soft leather couch and I nod, telling him that I would like nothing more. That he's not leaving me tonight. That I'm going to hold him until we have to work tomorrow, but since the door is locked we may not get much done in the way of paperwork.
He smiles and kisses my eyes one and a time and rests his forehead against my own, looking down at me and blinking softly, his voice dripping of sex and need. 'Make love to me big man' he says and grinds into my hard stomach.
I run my hands up and down his back slowly and nod, pulling him into a long wet kiss, our tongues moving in a slow sensual dance that only he and I can hear. How ironic. I do dance.
We move against each other so perfectly it's as if our bodies were made to connect with one another's. Like we were created for this moment. If we were, then I'm grateful to the gods for giving me this amazing gift.
I feel him reaching between us and rubbing our hard lengths together as we both start to sweat and tear at each other with nothing less that complete passion. I groan and pant as I let my head hang over the back of couch and he is instantly on my exposed neck, biting and sucking gently. For a brief moment I worry about him leaving marks, until I remember Rufus coming into brief us the other morning wearing a black scarf around his neck. I remember I looked across the table at Tseng and he instantly averted his eyes from me. Those two are so pathetic sometimes, but shit, more power to them for having each other. I was always jealous, but now. Now I have what I have always wanted and I was holding on with all that was in me.
He pants and looks me in the eyes and asks if I'm ready. I nod as I feel him place my cock against his tight ring. I watch his face as he sucks in a breath of air then drops down onto me in one slick movement. Oh gods. The tightness is still so intense. So hot and snug as he heaves for breath in my lap. I place my hands on his hips and rest our foreheads against one another's, waiting for him to adjust to the new pressure inside of him.
In just a few moments he's kissing me again, and his body is moving up and down on my cock, so slowly I could of screamed right then. He whispers his love for me over and over as we make love, my hands now up over my head and his intertwined with my own fingers. I push my hips up into him gently as he pushes down, a perfect compliment to each other. So this is what it's supposed to be like. I really was being cheated.
Our breathing becomes more labored the harder and faster we move against each other, our hands never loosing that tight grip on one another's that we so desperately needed on this night. I can feel him clamping down tighter and my cock starting to throb as we just stare into one another's eyes, unable to look away even for a second. He tells me he wants us to come together. That he's close and knows that I am too.
I pant and moan his name as I see his eyes grow wide and start to close. I tell him to keep them open. To look at me. That I want to see his eyes. He nods and swallows hard as he bites his lower lip and then grips my hands so tight I swear the circulation is gone completely. He comes hard between us, moaning my name loud and I groan and push up into him one last time, his name on my lips as we sweat and shake, still staring into each others glossy eyes.
He makes no effort to withdraw my cock from within him, instead just staring at me and smiling. His grip on my hands loosens slightly as he licks his lips and kisses me gently. He tells me that he loves me. Forever.
I smile back and nod. I tell him I love him too. That forever will come to fast for my liking, but I'll deal. He stands and gets up, my hot come dripping out of him and leaving a stringy sticky string between us for just a moment. He walks to the bathroom and comes back out with a warm wet towel and cleans us both up.
I lay down on the couch and pat the empty spot in front of me. Reno smiles and picks the blanket up from the floor then throws it over me and slides into the awaiting spot. I tell him that I want to hold him like this every night from now on and he nods. I'm sure that he's smiling but I can't see his face. I can only heart his heart beating and his gentle breathing.
Reno yawns and snuggles back into me as close as he can get then mumbles 'I love you yo' and falls asleep in my arms. I lay there for quite a while, just running my hand over his smaller arm and kissing the back of his neck.
It's ironic how many rules I've broken by now, but I think after all of this I'm just gonna throw my book away and start from scratch. Love does that sometimes. Oh, and good news. I found something else out. Real men DO dance.