(and this is what ryuji has been waiting for all day. as soon as he leaves in the morning, he's already craving another kiss from ren, and this one, like all the others, does not disappoint. it's soft and slow and loving, just the way ryuji loves it.
well, most of the time.
the sexual energy from moments before is still there, and even with such a pure and chaste kiss, ryuji has no intention of letting it die down. ren has never been more compliant, and ryuji is more than ready to fully immerse himself in the little fantasy ren cooked up for him.
the way he says "your maid" makes all of it seems so possessive, like everything ren does is for ryuji and ryuji alone. it sends a shiver down his spine, arms wrapping around to hold ren tightly as his face burrows in the crook of ren's neck and shoulder. he takes this time to just breathe him in, like he's trying to inhale ren's essence and keep it with him wherever he goes, so he'll never be lonely.) Yeah. You're my maid. Don't ever let anyone else see you like this.
(he's firm, commanding, keeping the act going on both fronts, though it's hardly a front on ryuji's end. ren is his and his alone, letting the world at large see such a special and intimate side of his boyfriend would crush him.
letting out a shaky sigh, as if he's weak to ren's very presence, ryuji starts a soft trail of kisses across ren's neck. but it's only innocent for a brief second, before he brings teeth into the mix. he alternates between sucking a dark mark into his light skin, and gently nibbling on him, leaving a very literal sign that ren is his. it's like all the dreams he didn't know he had are spilling over at once, and ryuji can barely keep up.) You're so fucking hot like this, Ren. You're not allowed to let anyone know you do this for me.
(and that's the real beauty of it all. even if this was a one-off, spur of the moment decision, ren still did it for him. and there's nothing more seductive than that.
his mouth climbs higher up ren's neck, making sure to leave so many marks, ren will have no choice but to cover them up unless he wants the world to know what they got up to. and isn't that just a tantalizing thought.
even with his mouth busy showering kisses and lovebites to ren's neck, his hands don't remain idle. spreading them out over his back, ryuji allows himself to feel the way the dress shapes ren, where it's tighter, looser, how it rubs against his skin. it isn't long before his hands roam low enough to reach the skirt, how the flared skirt pulls away from ren's body, but not enough for ryuji to not know where ren's ass is. he greedily squeezes over the fabric, clenching and massaging his ass as ryuji bites harder into his neck. letting out sighs that are veering into moans, he can only say one thing.) Ren.
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well, most of the time.
the sexual energy from moments before is still there, and even with such a pure and chaste kiss, ryuji has no intention of letting it die down. ren has never been more compliant, and ryuji is more than ready to fully immerse himself in the little fantasy ren cooked up for him.
the way he says "your maid" makes all of it seems so possessive, like everything ren does is for ryuji and ryuji alone. it sends a shiver down his spine, arms wrapping around to hold ren tightly as his face burrows in the crook of ren's neck and shoulder. he takes this time to just breathe him in, like he's trying to inhale ren's essence and keep it with him wherever he goes, so he'll never be lonely.) Yeah. You're my maid. Don't ever let anyone else see you like this.
(he's firm, commanding, keeping the act going on both fronts, though it's hardly a front on ryuji's end. ren is his and his alone, letting the world at large see such a special and intimate side of his boyfriend would crush him.
letting out a shaky sigh, as if he's weak to ren's very presence, ryuji starts a soft trail of kisses across ren's neck. but it's only innocent for a brief second, before he brings teeth into the mix. he alternates between sucking a dark mark into his light skin, and gently nibbling on him, leaving a very literal sign that ren is his. it's like all the dreams he didn't know he had are spilling over at once, and ryuji can barely keep up.) You're so fucking hot like this, Ren. You're not allowed to let anyone know you do this for me.
(and that's the real beauty of it all. even if this was a one-off, spur of the moment decision, ren still did it for him. and there's nothing more seductive than that.
his mouth climbs higher up ren's neck, making sure to leave so many marks, ren will have no choice but to cover them up unless he wants the world to know what they got up to. and isn't that just a tantalizing thought.
even with his mouth busy showering kisses and lovebites to ren's neck, his hands don't remain idle. spreading them out over his back, ryuji allows himself to feel the way the dress shapes ren, where it's tighter, looser, how it rubs against his skin. it isn't long before his hands roam low enough to reach the skirt, how the flared skirt pulls away from ren's body, but not enough for ryuji to not know where ren's ass is. he greedily squeezes over the fabric, clenching and massaging his ass as ryuji bites harder into his neck. letting out sighs that are veering into moans, he can only say one thing.) Ren.