"I was in the bookstore the other day, dicking around the adult section. You've got wa~y better books here than I've got back home. But I read they call orgasms here the little death. Petit morte. Dunno what language that is, but I like it. Kinda true, really. If you get a really good one, anyways," he mused as much talking to himself as Maki while he kept playing his hair across the teen's skin, shimmying down to follow it with lazy kisses. He liked how pale Maki was, how lean and smooth. Everything perfectly placed, he mused, leaning up to peck a kiss against his mole.

"Just you tonight, beautiful. That way no one can say Reno isn't a generous man," he drawled, fingers creeping lower to tug clothing until the teen was full exposed. He debated a lot things in the moment between Maki being covered adn being open to the air, deciding, ultimately, against getting too freaky on their first night together. Sooner or later he wanted to introduce Makishima to some more unusual, interesting things, but until they laid a few more lines for each other and Maki was sure he wanted to go the distance, Reno didn't want to spook him. Just oral for that evening. Next time, maybe more...

Besides, he was enjoying taking his time kissing and tonguing his way south, pausing to lave each nipple with swirling attention before sucking it between his lips and giving it a gentle, firm nibble and tug. Just a little foreplay, baby, his eyes said as they glanced up past his bangs, laughter dancing in all that blue-green. He was in his element there. Fighting and fucking were the only things he could do right, and he intended to make a good impression.