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Warning: This is a lemon! If you don't know what that means, it's erotica. This is aimed at the 18+ audiances. Neither I nor FicWad are responsible if an underage person chooses to break the site's rules and read this story anyway.
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They made their way into the bedroom, shutting the door even though they were the only ones there. Rude laid Reno down on the bed, then gently laid himself on top of the smaller man. Reno tugged on the bigger Turk’s tie to bring him closer, kissing him softly. They began pulling each other’s shirts and jackets off. Reno set Rude’s tie off to the side. The bald man snaked his arms under the redhead, pulling him into a tight hug and nibbling on his neck.
“I love you,” he mumbled. “So much…”
“Do you, now?” Reno whispered. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Okay…”
Rude nibbled down from Reno’s neck to his collar bone, stopping to suckle on his throat just under his Adam’s apple. Reno sighed and rubbed little circles into the back of Rude’s neck. The older man leaned up to give his lover another kiss, then sat up to roll the redhead over.
Rude pushed Reno’s red hair off to one side and began massaging his shoulders. The younger man sighed happily as Rude’s warm hands relaxed the tight muscles of his back. The bald man smiled down at the redhead, partly for the contented look on his face and partly for the soft skin under his large hands.
Reno knew that his boyfriend loved to give massages; he also knew he loved receiving them. He’d always thought Rude was sweet in that sense. If he had a rough day, Rude was right there with a warm pair of hands to give him a back rub. Even if he’d had a good day, he’d still get a massage. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why his bald lover never asked for one in return. Whenever Reno tried to return to favor, Rude would shrug his hands away.
“You seem tense, too, Rude. Want a back rub?”
“No, there’s other things you can do for me.”
Reno sat up and pushed his partner onto his back. His teal eyes flashed something for a moment, then he ran his cold hands up and down Rude’s thick, muscled chest. He played with his nipple rings for a little while, watching Rude’s face carefully to see his reaction. He looked at the older man with satisfaction, running an index finger along his abs. Reno then sat back and finished undressing Rude with his eyes.
Rude looked at Reno curiously, wondering what the younger Turk had in mind for him. He wasn’t too worried about it; Reno had always treated him very well in bed. He reached out to touch the redhead, only to have his hand smacked away.
“Not yet, Rude,” Reno teased. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Rude recoiled, rubbing his hand childishly and looking at Reno with wide eyes through his sunglasses. He wondered again what the younger Turk had in store for them that night. He gazed into those pretty teal eyes and held his arms out for a hug. Reno’s eyes shifted from one tattooed arm to the other, finally crawling into his beloved’s embrace.
Rude held him tightly, rubbing small circles into his back. Reno sighed, nibbling at Rude’s collarbone. Rude gave a small, happy moan, leaning into the contact. He ran his fingers through Reno’s thick hair, then tipped his chin upwards for another kiss. The redhead reached down to unzip Rude’s pants, giving the older man a sly look as he did so.
The bald Turk inhaled sharply at the feel of Reno’s icy fingertips on his cock. Those slim, cold fingers slid easily through the clear liquid that secreted from the tip, cooling it down as they touched it. Rude’s right eye squinted shut; partially from the contact, the other part from the chilly digits touching him. As he adjusted to the feeling of something cold where it was usually warm, he relaxed, giving into the skilled, bony hands that were his Reno’s.
Reno glanced up at Rude through his dark eyelashes, smirking and reverting his gaze back down to what he was working on. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smiling inwardly at the soft, happy sound Rude made. With his middle finger, he played with the metal stud that adorned the very tip of Rude’s cock. The stronger Turk gripped the pillows hard as the redhead gave the tip a lick. He could feel the slight scar from where Reno’s tongue had once been pierced. His grip on the pillows tightened, to the point of making wonder in the farthest corner of his mind if they’d tear. He was getting closer and closer…
Reno suddenly grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed it as hard he could. Rude whimpered and looked at his partner, who stared back at him with a devilish look on his face. Reno ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Ah-ah, honey,” he said darkly. “You’re not ready for that just yet.”
A bit of fear settled into Rude’s stomach. He’d found over the past four years that it mixed very well with lust. He knew Reno would take good care of him. He’d also learned when to take his turn in bed. He sat up a bit more, reaching out to push a stray lock of red hair out of the younger man’s face. He gently caressed Reno’s cheek, then smacked him across the face. Reno’s head angled to the right and he quickly turned back to Rude, wide-eyed and looking rather insane. He leapt into Rude’s arms, biting at his neck and nibbling his earlobe. Rude kissed the reddened skin of Reno’s face tenderly.
He took off Reno’s pants and gently laid him on his back. He ran his warm fingertips down his lover’s soft skin, gradually moving towards his pale, dripping cock, but deviating past it in favor of the younger man’s legs. He massaged them, starting at the ankles and rubbing the muscled appendages up to the upper thighs. He smiled as he watched Reno groan. He arched his back, tossing his head backwards, which caused his fluffy hair to cascade over the edge of the bed. Reno moved his legs farther apart, wanting Rude to massage his upper thighs more. Rude did so, all the while watching more clear fluid dribble down his lover’s pale cock. Reno reached out and took hold of Rude’s thick wrist, guiding his hand towards where he wanted to be touched most.
“There,” he said, placing Rude’s darker fingers on the edge of his foreskin.
“Yes, sir,” Rude answered.
Rude’s low bedroom voice reminded Reno of the thunder that had picked up outside. A loud round of it roared, shaking the house. Lightning briefly illuminated the room, though the light seemed to last much longer than a few seconds when the Turks’ eyes met. Rude held Reno’s gaze whilst pumping his foreskin up and down. He pumped harder, watching as Reno’s milky white skin flushed red. The younger Turk’s back arched more, until he told Rude to stop.
The rain pounded at the roof and windows. The pair looked over when another strong clap of thunder shook their home once more, rattling the windows. They hoped the house would withstand the storm. It seemed to be a sound structure, but all their years as Turks had taught them that anything and everything could happen. Reno grabbed a pair of condoms off the nightstand, sliding one onto Rude and the other on himself. He patted his lap, cueing Rude to come closer. The older Turk slowly straddled Reno’s lap, carefully lowering himself down on the younger man’s cock.
Pain shot up his spine as he impaled himself onto the plump appendage. Reno rubbed his thighs to calm him. He whispered gentle words his lover while he made his first thrusts. They were spaced apart enough to give Rude time to adjust to the sensation of having a dick up his bum, but they weren’t so far between that neither took pleasure from them. Once he was sure Rude was all right, he sped up his pace.
“You feel good,” Rude mumbled.
“So do you,” Reno replied, caressing Rude’s stubbly cheek.
They found their rhythm, which was different from that of the morning’s session. Each time they made love, it ended up being something new somehow. They did have a few favorite moves, but they liked to keep things fresh and interesting. Their pace quickened, bring each man back to where he was before they’d stopped to prep themselves for their finale. Their breathing hitched in their throats as all their nerves seemed to decide they wanted to go where their bodies were joined; the friction was the only thing either man could feel. Rude pumped his own cock, which was almost too sensitive to be touched. Reno ran a hand through his sweaty hair, locking his teal eyes as best he could to his moving lover’s brown ones. Rude reached out with his left hand to take Reno’s right. They intertwined their fingers, going rigid as they sent each other over the edge.
When they came down from the euphoria, they pulled themselves apart and wearily crawled under the covers. Something didn’t feel quite right… They lifted the blankets to look, then pulled off their condoms. Laying back down, they lit up two cigarettes. They smoked in silence, enjoying each other’s company. When they were done with them, the redhead decided to break the silence.
“Hey, Rude,” Reno said, his voice a little rough. “Do you want a back rub?”
“No thanks,” Rude replied. He cleared his throat. It was louder than he expected it to be. “I’m good.”
“How come you never want a back rub from me?” Reno asked, rolling over to better look at the older man.
“Your hands are too cold,” Rude said, ruffling Reno’s hair.
“You’re so unromantic, Rude.”
They turned out the bedside lamps and settled into each other’s arms for the night.
Warning: This is a lemon! If you don't know what that means, it's erotica. This is aimed at the 18+ audiances. Neither I nor FicWad are responsible if an underage person chooses to break the site's rules and read this story anyway.
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They made their way into the bedroom, shutting the door even though they were the only ones there. Rude laid Reno down on the bed, then gently laid himself on top of the smaller man. Reno tugged on the bigger Turk’s tie to bring him closer, kissing him softly. They began pulling each other’s shirts and jackets off. Reno set Rude’s tie off to the side. The bald man snaked his arms under the redhead, pulling him into a tight hug and nibbling on his neck.
“I love you,” he mumbled. “So much…”
“Do you, now?” Reno whispered. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Okay…”
Rude nibbled down from Reno’s neck to his collar bone, stopping to suckle on his throat just under his Adam’s apple. Reno sighed and rubbed little circles into the back of Rude’s neck. The older man leaned up to give his lover another kiss, then sat up to roll the redhead over.
Rude pushed Reno’s red hair off to one side and began massaging his shoulders. The younger man sighed happily as Rude’s warm hands relaxed the tight muscles of his back. The bald man smiled down at the redhead, partly for the contented look on his face and partly for the soft skin under his large hands.
Reno knew that his boyfriend loved to give massages; he also knew he loved receiving them. He’d always thought Rude was sweet in that sense. If he had a rough day, Rude was right there with a warm pair of hands to give him a back rub. Even if he’d had a good day, he’d still get a massage. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why his bald lover never asked for one in return. Whenever Reno tried to return to favor, Rude would shrug his hands away.
“You seem tense, too, Rude. Want a back rub?”
“No, there’s other things you can do for me.”
Reno sat up and pushed his partner onto his back. His teal eyes flashed something for a moment, then he ran his cold hands up and down Rude’s thick, muscled chest. He played with his nipple rings for a little while, watching Rude’s face carefully to see his reaction. He looked at the older man with satisfaction, running an index finger along his abs. Reno then sat back and finished undressing Rude with his eyes.
Rude looked at Reno curiously, wondering what the younger Turk had in mind for him. He wasn’t too worried about it; Reno had always treated him very well in bed. He reached out to touch the redhead, only to have his hand smacked away.
“Not yet, Rude,” Reno teased. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Rude recoiled, rubbing his hand childishly and looking at Reno with wide eyes through his sunglasses. He wondered again what the younger Turk had in store for them that night. He gazed into those pretty teal eyes and held his arms out for a hug. Reno’s eyes shifted from one tattooed arm to the other, finally crawling into his beloved’s embrace.
Rude held him tightly, rubbing small circles into his back. Reno sighed, nibbling at Rude’s collarbone. Rude gave a small, happy moan, leaning into the contact. He ran his fingers through Reno’s thick hair, then tipped his chin upwards for another kiss. The redhead reached down to unzip Rude’s pants, giving the older man a sly look as he did so.
The bald Turk inhaled sharply at the feel of Reno’s icy fingertips on his cock. Those slim, cold fingers slid easily through the clear liquid that secreted from the tip, cooling it down as they touched it. Rude’s right eye squinted shut; partially from the contact, the other part from the chilly digits touching him. As he adjusted to the feeling of something cold where it was usually warm, he relaxed, giving into the skilled, bony hands that were his Reno’s.
Reno glanced up at Rude through his dark eyelashes, smirking and reverting his gaze back down to what he was working on. He rubbed his thumb over the head, smiling inwardly at the soft, happy sound Rude made. With his middle finger, he played with the metal stud that adorned the very tip of Rude’s cock. The stronger Turk gripped the pillows hard as the redhead gave the tip a lick. He could feel the slight scar from where Reno’s tongue had once been pierced. His grip on the pillows tightened, to the point of making wonder in the farthest corner of his mind if they’d tear. He was getting closer and closer…
Reno suddenly grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed it as hard he could. Rude whimpered and looked at his partner, who stared back at him with a devilish look on his face. Reno ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Ah-ah, honey,” he said darkly. “You’re not ready for that just yet.”
A bit of fear settled into Rude’s stomach. He’d found over the past four years that it mixed very well with lust. He knew Reno would take good care of him. He’d also learned when to take his turn in bed. He sat up a bit more, reaching out to push a stray lock of red hair out of the younger man’s face. He gently caressed Reno’s cheek, then smacked him across the face. Reno’s head angled to the right and he quickly turned back to Rude, wide-eyed and looking rather insane. He leapt into Rude’s arms, biting at his neck and nibbling his earlobe. Rude kissed the reddened skin of Reno’s face tenderly.
He took off Reno’s pants and gently laid him on his back. He ran his warm fingertips down his lover’s soft skin, gradually moving towards his pale, dripping cock, but deviating past it in favor of the younger man’s legs. He massaged them, starting at the ankles and rubbing the muscled appendages up to the upper thighs. He smiled as he watched Reno groan. He arched his back, tossing his head backwards, which caused his fluffy hair to cascade over the edge of the bed. Reno moved his legs farther apart, wanting Rude to massage his upper thighs more. Rude did so, all the while watching more clear fluid dribble down his lover’s pale cock. Reno reached out and took hold of Rude’s thick wrist, guiding his hand towards where he wanted to be touched most.
“There,” he said, placing Rude’s darker fingers on the edge of his foreskin.
“Yes, sir,” Rude answered.
Rude’s low bedroom voice reminded Reno of the thunder that had picked up outside. A loud round of it roared, shaking the house. Lightning briefly illuminated the room, though the light seemed to last much longer than a few seconds when the Turks’ eyes met. Rude held Reno’s gaze whilst pumping his foreskin up and down. He pumped harder, watching as Reno’s milky white skin flushed red. The younger Turk’s back arched more, until he told Rude to stop.
The rain pounded at the roof and windows. The pair looked over when another strong clap of thunder shook their home once more, rattling the windows. They hoped the house would withstand the storm. It seemed to be a sound structure, but all their years as Turks had taught them that anything and everything could happen. Reno grabbed a pair of condoms off the nightstand, sliding one onto Rude and the other on himself. He patted his lap, cueing Rude to come closer. The older Turk slowly straddled Reno’s lap, carefully lowering himself down on the younger man’s cock.
Pain shot up his spine as he impaled himself onto the plump appendage. Reno rubbed his thighs to calm him. He whispered gentle words his lover while he made his first thrusts. They were spaced apart enough to give Rude time to adjust to the sensation of having a dick up his bum, but they weren’t so far between that neither took pleasure from them. Once he was sure Rude was all right, he sped up his pace.
“You feel good,” Rude mumbled.
“So do you,” Reno replied, caressing Rude’s stubbly cheek.
They found their rhythm, which was different from that of the morning’s session. Each time they made love, it ended up being something new somehow. They did have a few favorite moves, but they liked to keep things fresh and interesting. Their pace quickened, bring each man back to where he was before they’d stopped to prep themselves for their finale. Their breathing hitched in their throats as all their nerves seemed to decide they wanted to go where their bodies were joined; the friction was the only thing either man could feel. Rude pumped his own cock, which was almost too sensitive to be touched. Reno ran a hand through his sweaty hair, locking his teal eyes as best he could to his moving lover’s brown ones. Rude reached out with his left hand to take Reno’s right. They intertwined their fingers, going rigid as they sent each other over the edge.
When they came down from the euphoria, they pulled themselves apart and wearily crawled under the covers. Something didn’t feel quite right… They lifted the blankets to look, then pulled off their condoms. Laying back down, they lit up two cigarettes. They smoked in silence, enjoying each other’s company. When they were done with them, the redhead decided to break the silence.
“Hey, Rude,” Reno said, his voice a little rough. “Do you want a back rub?”
“No thanks,” Rude replied. He cleared his throat. It was louder than he expected it to be. “I’m good.”
“How come you never want a back rub from me?” Reno asked, rolling over to better look at the older man.
“Your hands are too cold,” Rude said, ruffling Reno’s hair.
“You’re so unromantic, Rude.”
They turned out the bedside lamps and settled into each other’s arms for the night.
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