[ Even with the haze of arousal swirling in his mind, Ren manages to watch with laser focus as Ryuji yanks off the underwear, cock popping free. He looks so good, so flushed and hard and ready, that it takes all of his will power not to pounce from this submissive position and pin his boyfriend to the bed. It would be so easy to turn the tables and coax out that sweet, flustered look he gets whenever Ren is especially forward...
Next time, he resolves. There are other goals to be fulfilled tonight, ones that have to do with muscles fluttering around the lack of Ryuji's fingers and the heady rush that comes with how he guides himself between Ren's thighs.
—and then abruptly pulls away again. A protest forms on his tongue at the sudden change of plans, but he swallows it down, pushing himself up onto his elbows to observe whatever Ryuji is doing. Ren trusts that whatever he's up to will be worth it.
It turns out that all this new position does it make it easier for Ryuji to heft him up into his arms and spin him against the wall. A heavy exhale puffs from his lungs as some of the wind is knocked out of him. The stars in his eyes, however, have nothing to do with how startled he is, eyes lighting up with the realization of what's about to happen. ]
You spoil me, Master. [ He manages to remember it this time, perhaps reminded by the bunch of the skirt between them, eyes bright with a cocktail of mirth and affection and arousal.
Ren's legs tuck tighter around Ryuji's middle, wedging his weight back against the wall a bit more to make it easier for him to maintain the hold in the long run. After all, Ryuji's isn't lacking in stamina in the least.
How slow he takes it is both a blessing and a curse, burning him up inside with each fraction of push. His muscles sting with it even after being stretched and teased. That pain only doubles down on the pleasure of it, though, amplifying it as Ryuji reaches deep inside of him. ]
Ryuji... [ His fingers curl into what he can grasp of that short, spiky hair. ] Move. Please.
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Next time, he resolves. There are other goals to be fulfilled tonight, ones that have to do with muscles fluttering around the lack of Ryuji's fingers and the heady rush that comes with how he guides himself between Ren's thighs.
—and then abruptly pulls away again. A protest forms on his tongue at the sudden change of plans, but he swallows it down, pushing himself up onto his elbows to observe whatever Ryuji is doing. Ren trusts that whatever he's up to will be worth it.
It turns out that all this new position does it make it easier for Ryuji to heft him up into his arms and spin him against the wall. A heavy exhale puffs from his lungs as some of the wind is knocked out of him. The stars in his eyes, however, have nothing to do with how startled he is, eyes lighting up with the realization of what's about to happen. ]
You spoil me, Master. [ He manages to remember it this time, perhaps reminded by the bunch of the skirt between them, eyes bright with a cocktail of mirth and affection and arousal.
Ren's legs tuck tighter around Ryuji's middle, wedging his weight back against the wall a bit more to make it easier for him to maintain the hold in the long run. After all, Ryuji's isn't lacking in stamina in the least.
How slow he takes it is both a blessing and a curse, burning him up inside with each fraction of push. His muscles sting with it even after being stretched and teased. That pain only doubles down on the pleasure of it, though, amplifying it as Ryuji reaches deep inside of him. ]
Ryuji... [ His fingers curl into what he can grasp of that short, spiky hair. ] Move. Please.