[ Ren reacts to the kiss with all of the enthusiasm of a man stranded in a desert getting ahold of a sip of water—immediate and greedy for whatever he can get. Tongues clash as he drinks in whatever he can of Ryuji, tasting vague hints of dinner there but mostly relishing in the slick, warm slide as the come together.
The press of their mouths muffles a soft groan as Ryuji honors his wish. It's excruciatingly slow, equal parts teasing and punishing. He feels the drag of every inch inside of him, searing him from the inside out. It's better than him not moving at all, but Ren wants more, and the way Ryuji has him pushed against the wall is keeping him from getting it.
He breaks the kiss to thunk his head back in pleasure as well as frustration. He's not sure if his vision is swimming due to the gentle throbbing at the back of his skull now or the intense feeling of Ryuji working in and out of him, but either way, it's narrowed down, fuzzed around the edges until the only thing he can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him, inside of him, all over him. ]
Ryuji... [ Ren knows what he wants. He said it earlier: for him to beg for it. There's appeal in playing hard-to-get, but right now, all he really cares about is the part where he does, in fact, get. Get pounded by Ryuji, to be precise. ] Please...
[ Will he want more than that? He did already say "please," after all. Huffing out a breath, Ren continues. ]
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The press of their mouths muffles a soft groan as Ryuji honors his wish. It's excruciatingly slow, equal parts teasing and punishing. He feels the drag of every inch inside of him, searing him from the inside out. It's better than him not moving at all, but Ren wants more, and the way Ryuji has him pushed against the wall is keeping him from getting it.
He breaks the kiss to thunk his head back in pleasure as well as frustration. He's not sure if his vision is swimming due to the gentle throbbing at the back of his skull now or the intense feeling of Ryuji working in and out of him, but either way, it's narrowed down, fuzzed around the edges until the only thing he can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him, inside of him, all over him. ]
Ryuji... [ Ren knows what he wants. He said it earlier: for him to beg for it. There's appeal in playing hard-to-get, but right now, all he really cares about is the part where he does, in fact, get. Get pounded by Ryuji, to be precise. ] Please...
[ Will he want more than that? He did already say "please," after all. Huffing out a breath, Ren continues. ]
I need you.