[ The ghost of Ryuji's breath warming his ear has him strangling a whine deep in his throat. He's so close, so very close to getting what he needs—
And just like that, he does. It rips a cry out before Ren can help it. Ryuji drives him into him with a relentless pace that only a track star can maintain, striking him so deep each time that it seems to knock the breath right out of him and turn his lower body to jelly. His legs scrabble against Ryuji's back, trying to hook anew around him. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend would never let him slip and hit the floor, but the shift as Ryuji pounds into him gives the slightest extra edge to the friction.
The tenderness provides a counterpoint to the rough rhythm of his hips. Ren doesn't turn it away—in fact, he welcomes the doting attention from Ryuji's mouth, tongue leaving a shin over his flushed skin. ]
Wh—what a coincidence... [ Even like this, he can't help being a little cheeky, though the edges of what smile he can manage are turned sweet and wanting. ] Me too...
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And just like that, he does. It rips a cry out before Ren can help it. Ryuji drives him into him with a relentless pace that only a track star can maintain, striking him so deep each time that it seems to knock the breath right out of him and turn his lower body to jelly. His legs scrabble against Ryuji's back, trying to hook anew around him. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend would never let him slip and hit the floor, but the shift as Ryuji pounds into him gives the slightest extra edge to the friction.
The tenderness provides a counterpoint to the rough rhythm of his hips. Ren doesn't turn it away—in fact, he welcomes the doting attention from Ryuji's mouth, tongue leaving a shin over his flushed skin. ]
Wh—what a coincidence... [ Even like this, he can't help being a little cheeky, though the edges of what smile he can manage are turned sweet and wanting. ] Me too...