[ Ryuji's hand may not be providing what Ren needs, but it's better than nothing, which he suddenly has when the touch withdraws, a soft noise strangling his throat in its wake. For a moment, he thinks Ryuji is teasing him again, and Ren almost whips around to remedy that—
Then he's in Ryuji's arms, stocking feet hanging above the ground as they make a quick escape from the kitchen. Frustration dissipates, replaced with amusement at the probably dangerous pace he's being whisked through the apartment. Ren loops his arm around Ryuji's shoulders and leans in to mouth at his neck for the brief moment he has to do so.
There's more time to put his mouth to work after he's dumped onto the bed. The force with which Ryuji divests him of his underwear sends a jolt of arousal coursing through him, just not quite as much as the realization that Ryuji might fuck him like this, too hurried to even get the costume off. His dick twitches at the thought, brushed against by the layered petticoat underneath the skirt.
So while it's a shame when the kiss comes to pause, the command that follows makes up for it. Ren's eyes flutter open as he tries to do the same, evening out his breaths, and glitter with something much more volatile than the obedient words that follow. ]
Yes, Master. [ He has to scoot up the bed a bit from where Ryuji deposited him, just enough that he can reach into the bedside table. It probably doesn't require him to arch his back the way he does, but even in this role, he can't help showing off a little, trying to get under Ryuji's skin.
Ren passes over the bottle and curls his fingers into the bottom of the skirt to lift it rather shamelessly up towards his chest. Color rides high on his cheeks as, in the heat and anticipation of the moment, he regards Ryuji with look that's almost challenging. ]
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Then he's in Ryuji's arms, stocking feet hanging above the ground as they make a quick escape from the kitchen. Frustration dissipates, replaced with amusement at the probably dangerous pace he's being whisked through the apartment. Ren loops his arm around Ryuji's shoulders and leans in to mouth at his neck for the brief moment he has to do so.
There's more time to put his mouth to work after he's dumped onto the bed. The force with which Ryuji divests him of his underwear sends a jolt of arousal coursing through him, just not quite as much as the realization that Ryuji might fuck him like this, too hurried to even get the costume off. His dick twitches at the thought, brushed against by the layered petticoat underneath the skirt.
So while it's a shame when the kiss comes to pause, the command that follows makes up for it. Ren's eyes flutter open as he tries to do the same, evening out his breaths, and glitter with something much more volatile than the obedient words that follow. ]
Yes, Master. [ He has to scoot up the bed a bit from where Ryuji deposited him, just enough that he can reach into the bedside table. It probably doesn't require him to arch his back the way he does, but even in this role, he can't help showing off a little, trying to get under Ryuji's skin.
Ren passes over the bottle and curls his fingers into the bottom of the skirt to lift it rather shamelessly up towards his chest. Color rides high on his cheeks as, in the heat and anticipation of the moment, he regards Ryuji with look that's almost challenging. ]