(oh, and he can feel ren's facade starting to crack, all soft sighs and desperate holds. ryuji wonders how far he can push it, how hard he has to go before ren's entire mask crumbles and he's begging for more. the more ryuji thinks on it, the more he realizes ren might need to help him discover a few more of his sexual desires. even his own possessiveness surprises himself, but seeing ren like this and being so willing to do whatever he asks, it's a rare occasion.
feeling ren's arms around him, his grip tightening and writhing in time with ryuji's touch, has him more than a little proud of himself. he smirks the needier ren gets, licking over a tender spot on his neck where he left a hard bite.
but then ren suggests he broke the rules, and the whole performance is too much fun to pass up. he's not mad, not in any lasting way, just a light pang of annoyance that someone out there no doubt knows ren's kinks before ryuji could.
his voice drops low, and while his attention to ren's neck ceases, ryuji remains rough with ren's ass, pulling him closer.) Yeah. I am.
(ryuji's movements pick right back up, sliding his leg between ren's. with no hesitation, he uses his hold on ren to forcibly grind against ryuji's thigh, letting out a shaky sigh as he does. kisses have completely stopped, being fully replaced by hard, punishing bites as he speeds up the grind.) You did all this for me, and yet someone else still knew about this before me. You should have kept it a secret, and I'm going to punish you for it until you're begging.
(it doesn't seem like ryuji will stop, possessively holding ren and controlling his arousal. he'd be perfectly fine with the rough pace they're at now, all sighs and moans and desperation.
that is, until he lets go of ren and pulls away from him with no warning, full stop. his hands are held up, fully away from ren's body as a silent sign of a now hands-off punishment. there's an absolutely wicket glint in his eye as he smiles, before sauntering off to the kitchen like none of that ever happened. ryuji is as casual as always, hands in his pockets with slouched posture.) Anyway, you said something about dinner?
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feeling ren's arms around him, his grip tightening and writhing in time with ryuji's touch, has him more than a little proud of himself. he smirks the needier ren gets, licking over a tender spot on his neck where he left a hard bite.
but then ren suggests he broke the rules, and the whole performance is too much fun to pass up. he's not mad, not in any lasting way, just a light pang of annoyance that someone out there no doubt knows ren's kinks before ryuji could.
his voice drops low, and while his attention to ren's neck ceases, ryuji remains rough with ren's ass, pulling him closer.) Yeah. I am.
(ryuji's movements pick right back up, sliding his leg between ren's. with no hesitation, he uses his hold on ren to forcibly grind against ryuji's thigh, letting out a shaky sigh as he does. kisses have completely stopped, being fully replaced by hard, punishing bites as he speeds up the grind.) You did all this for me, and yet someone else still knew about this before me. You should have kept it a secret, and I'm going to punish you for it until you're begging.
(it doesn't seem like ryuji will stop, possessively holding ren and controlling his arousal. he'd be perfectly fine with the rough pace they're at now, all sighs and moans and desperation.
that is, until he lets go of ren and pulls away from him with no warning, full stop. his hands are held up, fully away from ren's body as a silent sign of a now hands-off punishment. there's an absolutely wicket glint in his eye as he smiles, before sauntering off to the kitchen like none of that ever happened. ryuji is as casual as always, hands in his pockets with slouched posture.) Anyway, you said something about dinner?