(it has been a day for ryuji sakamoto. school was rough, his part time job was even rougher, and he somehow managed to miss every single train he needed on his way home, leading for a much longer commute home than ryuji would like.
at a certain point in the day, his anger and frustration dissipated into a tired feeling of exhaustion and defeat at the day. he overworked himself at practice, with his leg not being fully healed just yet, and was forced to sit on the sidelines to prevent causing an even worse injury. classes weren't even on his mind, too many notes of what to ask his various professors scribbled down haphazardly in his notebooks. and he thought high school was an academic challenge.
then to make matters worse, his job seemed to be filled with nothing but rude, demanding customers throughout his entire shift. constantly looking down on him for being such a "delinquent" type, assuming that since it took him longer than a minute to find something, he must be incompetent, various complaints even though he hadn't done a thing wrong.
it's all enough to make him miss the phantom thieves and being able to change people's hearts to be less dickish.
the only thing getting him through the day is the thought of coming home to his boyfriend. ren would be there, a smile on his face and a welcome home kiss without even needing to be prompted. they'd cuddle on the couch, eventually get up to make dinner together, with ryuji kissing the back of ren's neck all the while, watching silly tv as they talk about their days and plan their weekend date.
it was normal, peaceful, simple. the thought of ren was enough to let him take a breath and not snap at anyone, drudge through the day without too much grumbling. ren's entire presence was just so healing for ryuji, sometimes he wonders how he grew to love one person so much.
when he finally makes it home, it's temping to just open the door and collapse on the floor and never move again. but ren's arms are far more inviting, so through sheer willpower, he remains upright as he slams the door behind him with a thud, kicking off his shoes and leaning against the wall, eyes closed to let the exhaustion wash over.) Renreeeeeeeeen, m'home.
[ It's obvious from the messages they exchange throughout the day that Ryuji is not having the best time. Normally Ren would take that as his cue to ensure that dinner is one of Ryuji's favorites and block out some time for them to do something mindlessly fun like kick each other's asses in a video game.
Today, though, the plans are a bit different.
It lines up well, actually, without him ever meaning for it to. Between a cancelled class and having the day off work, he ends up with a vast amount of free time in the afternoon. Conveniently so, because he has a coffee date (in the most platonic meaning of the word—actual dates are something he shares only with Ryuji) that's needed to happen for a few days now.
Maybe treating his former homeroom teacher to coffee is a bit unusual, but Ren's relationship with Kawakami has never really been typical. That actually came up recently in a conversation with Ryuji: the fact that during their Thieving days, he was regularly receiving massages from the teacher in full maid garb—once again, completely platonic. He was, understandably, kind of floored by the information, and the look in his eyes got Ren wondering.
So that's why Kawakami has a nondescript bag waiting for him when they meet, the mirth clear in her eyes when she hands it over. Shut it, Becky, Ren tells her, humor plain in his own tone, before they get start getting caught up.
The outfit, he finds later that evening, is more comfortable than he would have guessed. It feels weird going on, but once Ren has slid into the full maid getup, from the white stockings to the slightly flared skirt all the way to the frilled hairband that he has to fight with to stand it up straight among the mess of his hair… it's not so bad. And he doesn't look so bad, either, he's not ashamed to note as he slides the glasses from his nose while examining himself in the mirror. Definitely not a soft, petite maid ready to do fulfill her master's every wish, but his legs do look especially long underneath the short, ruffled skirt, the black-bowed ribbon adorning the neckpiece a sharp contrast against his pale skin.
It turns out to be a good thing that the costume is comfortable. Ryuji takes longer than usual to arrive home, and by the time the sound of the door opening finally rings through their apartment, Ren has to scramble up from where he's stretched out across the couch to lounge in a decidedly unladylike manner. He pats down his skirt, straightens the neckline, and takes one more moment to wrangle the headband into submission again, and then he's walking out to greet Ryuji, hands clasped in front of him. ]
Welcome home, Master. [ He's way too into this, but Ryuji's reaction is going to be worth it. ]
(he's able to tell things are different the moment he isn't greeted with his usual welcome home kiss. it's been a shit day and all he wants from renren is a kiss. a kiss!!! and a hug. just some simple comfort for him to fall into and not have to think about the world at large.
but instead he's greeted by some weird phrase, like ren is teasing him, and the sheer "what the fuck" gets him to open his eyes.
and ryuji is 100% certain he straight up blacked out for a moment.
the sight in front of him is so much to process, far more than anything a palace or mementos could give. part of him wonders if he's just having some weird kinky dream on the train home, his weird ass subconscious mind trying to tell him something.
but ryuji is fairly certain this is all real, mostly because he doesn't want to wake up to see everyone on the train being painfully judgmental at his instant boner. if ren was wondering how successful this little surprise is, how hard ryuji became in mere seconds should be more than telling.
he's still not sure how to emotionally process this. ren wouldn't do this just as teasing material, he loves him too much to be that mean. and while ren would absolutely put this much effort into a prank or joke, it doesn't feel like it. part of his shock is how ren is going all out for this. he got everything, the headband, the stockings, a perfectly frilly but not overly cutesy skirt. it's almost illegal how good ren looks.
and it only takes a few moments longer before ryuji's entire face is bright red, realizing how much he adores this view. ren's legs are perfect in those stockings, smooth and long and just flawless. even the dress shapes him well despite not having the curves needed for it. it's slimming, showing ren's more slender side despite ryuji knowing he has firm muscles under the satin.
this is so far out of left field, even for ren, and part of ryuji wonders if ren is trying to spice up their sex life now that there's no phantom thieves to change the hearts of corrupt adults. ryuji is certainly having a change of heart in regards to his kinks.
so much for being vanilla.
ryuji isn't even sure what he should be doing, all he's capable of doing on a tired, exhausted brain is stare, and he stares. his gaze coasts up and down, looking at every detail, how perfectly the outfit falls on ren, and still wondering what the absolute fuck brought this on. he's not even able to form a coherent sentence, instead just standing there with his mouth hanging open.)
[ If Ryuji were a computer, he would be displaying a critical error right about now. He's every bit as dumbfounded as Ren hoped, maybe even... more? The gaze he's giving is definitely appreciative, but he's said absolutely nothing and isn't giving any indication that he's about to come any closer.
Well, Ren has plenty of experience leading. He can deal with this, right? ]
You had a long day. [ A hint of something sharp, something smug, flashes through his eyes as he speaks, but it's gone just as quick as it came, and Ren starts to move.
His footsteps are silent against the flooring, thieflike, though it's more thanks to the stockings than him trying to sneak. Finding shoes to suit the outfit in his size seemed like a bit too much of an undertaking when this outfit will never see the light of day.
Coming close, Ren reaches for his hand, fingers curling to press their palms together. The motion is second nature now, but he doesn't follow it with any further affection like he normally would. A maid would never be so bold as to go for a kiss without express permission.
(oh, ryuji is absolutely adoring the view in front of him, that much is for sure. he knows he should move or speak or react in some way, but it's been a long and tiring day, and coming home to his boyfriend awakening his sexuality is not something he had planned today.
god, ren is just so hot, ryuji needs to process that more than anything. his mind is running too fast yet not reacting quick enough all at the same time.
before he has time to do anything, or maybe just so much time has passed without ryuji realizing it, ren is only inches away from him, and it's like he's been mentally teleported back to being in high school and just coming to terms with his feelings. he's downright shy, ducking his gaze, even more so under that flash of attitude ryuji's not sure he saw or not.
has ren always smelled this good? was his skin always this soft? just how far did ren go for this? was it really just a spur of the moment decision to ryuji having a long day?
then, of course, there's the questions that come with his boyfriend leaning hard into the maid act. does ren have something planned as usual? or is he giving ryuji free reign to request whatever he wants? it's embarrassing, but all the possibilities are only getting ryuji harder, almost to the point of discomfort.
but ren is speaking, to him, and ryuji snaps back to reality long enough to at least string a few words together and form a somewhat coherent sentence.) Uh... y-yeah. Okay.
(though he says that, ryuji still makes no move to change their situation. with ren's hand still in his, ryuji stands awkwardly at the door, red faced and admiring as he lets himself gaze shamelessly over every inch of ren's body. if he winds up being too turned on to do anything to take advantage of this, then he's at least going to commit the sight to memory.)
[ Despite the breeziness of the costume, Ren is starting to feel heated beneath the fabric. He's always had that show-off streak in him, and Ryuji's appreciative gaze is weighty like a touch, leaving warmth in its wake as he rakes it over Ren's body. At least the flared skirt does a better job of hiding his half-hard cock better than Ryuji's pants are. It's far too soon for cracks to appear in his act.
He gives it no more than a cursory glance before he leads Ryuji by the hand, slow steps taking them farther into the apartment. ]
Do you want to start with dinner?
[ If he's hungry, Ren really will make sure he's fed before they move on to the rest of their night. The end goal may be obvious, but he fully intends to dote on Ryuji as much as he desires before then. ]
Or would you like a massage? Or... something else? [ His voice dips lower with that question, feet stilling, though his hand remains clasped against Ryuji's. ]
(even if ren outright told ryuji he was turned on and his performance was starting to crack slightly, ryuji wouldn't even believe him. he's far too into the part in ryuji's eyes, after all. the way ren calls him "master" sends chills down his spine, and oh, ryuji is absolutely into this. ren is so calm and composed and downright seductive, it's like he was born for it.
if their relationship turns into ren sexually awakening all of ryuji's fantasies he didn't even know he had, there are no complaints from him.
he slowly starts to regain his own composure the more ren treats all of it as normal, which in turn helps ryuji adjust to it. ren is standing in front of him, looking the most sultry he ever has, offering ryuji the world. there are so many possibilities, they can jump right into sex, ryuji already imagining ren pinned against the wall as he thrusts into him. or ren could feed him a homemade dinner, maybe even right off his body if ryuji asks--
there's too many choices, too many routes. it's like a dating sim with no bad end. but even with everything outlandish ryuji could possibly ask for, there's only one thing in this moment he wants more than anything else.
taking ren's free hand and holding it up to cup his cheek, ryuji gives a bashful smile, his voice still tired but also trying to cover up how desperate he sounds.) Can I just have my welcome home kiss for now?
[ Leave it to Ryuji to make such a simple request when he's got Ren, pliable and willing, at his fingertips. The sharpness in his eyes fades to fondness, but all of the want remains as he offers a smile. ]
As you wish.
[ One step is all it takes to fit his front to Ryuji's, the ruffles of the skirt crushed between them as he presses in. Ryuji may even be able to feel the beginnings of his arousal beneath them, though the kiss that Ren initiates is completely chaste, a soft press of lips and no more. Idly, in the back of his mind, he thinks that if this is as far as the night went, he wouldn't be dissatisfied.
Is there a part of him that wants Ryuji to bend him over the counter and have his way with him like he's offering? Absolutely. But what his heart wants is right here: the warmth of Ryuji's hand over his, the clear affection in his smile, the way their mouths fit together like they've carved a special space for each other there. He lets the kiss linger, just briefly, before pulling back, and it takes a conscious effort not to murmur something loving.
Instead, he has another smile waiting to replace the dumbly smitten look that tends to happen whenever they share moments like this one. The act is back in full force. ]
(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.
[ Well, this is unexpected. Unexpected and exciting. It's like the kiss flips a switch in Ryuji, turning out the light on all of the shock and awe to leave only hunger. If the sudden possessiveness makes his brain stop in its tracks, then the feeling of Ryuji's mouth on his neck makes Ren shiver. He deposits his arms over his boyfriend's shoulders, fingers finding purchase in the back of his shirt as the kisses transform into something more. ]
R— mmh. [ He almost slips up, the name beginning to fall in a sigh from his lips, but Ren catches it and cages it behind a hum. After going through all of the effort of obtaining this getup and dressing up, he's not about to drop the charade after a few measly (but extremely good) touches.
His grip twists and tightens as if channeling all of the energy he's holding back, the urge to crowd in closer and rut up against Ryuji very present but one he won't give in to beyond a quick, aborted jerk of his hips when the hands plant onto his ass. ]
What if someone else does know? [ Kawakami must have a pretty good inkling of what he wanted the outfit for. ] What if I've broken the rules, Master?
[ Mischief tries to work its way into his voice, but the fluttering of his breath when Ryuji's teeth dig into his flesh undermines any effect he's going for. Ren's head tips back to expose more skin, tendons taut, and he feels the headband slide askew again. ]
(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?
[ He knows he's pushing it a little bit, and he's definitely not expecting Ryuji to take the bait as well as he does. The dip of Ryuji's voice near his ear has the hair on the back of his neck standing up with anticipation, the only warning he receives before he's sandwiched between his hands and thigh.
It's enough to derail his thoughts completely, words dying in his throat and emerging as little more than a strangled sound of surprise. Teeth dig into his neck, and Ren's own dig into his lip. It's a poor attempt to contain a moan as Ryuji murmurs into his skin. The noise hums in his throat, his dick twitching into the rough rub of his thigh at the tone of the words and the tight grasp of the hands holding him in place. There's no doubt that he could finish just like this, probably in record time.
If Ryuji doesn't stop when he does, that is. Maybe Ren should've really listened to what he was saying; then he would have seen the sudden disconnect coming. After all, he can't make Ren beg like that, can he?
For just a moment, his facial features reflect his crestfallen state, but he quickly schools them back, only a hint of something sulky there as he watches Ryuji walk away.
His boyfriend is an asshole. The best kind.
Well, tonight is about what Ryuji wants, and if that's to pretend that the previous minute didn't happen, then so be it. ]
Yes. [ Back to the formality. Ren reaches up to right the headband yet again and wills himself to think about the least sexy thing he can come up with. Morgana cleaning his privates on his desk while he's trying to do homework. Igor doing the Big Bang Burger Challenge. Anything but the phantom feeling of Ryuji's hands on his rear. ] What would you like to eat?
(he can and absolutely will make ren beg for it. if ren can pull a surprise like this out of nowhere, ryuji will answer it in kind. ren isn't the only one hiding a few kinks.
though, he didn't do himself any favors doing that. ryuji is as hard as ren, and he was so close to just giving in and grinding ren like that, then begging for ren to touch him. his day has been too long and too exhausting to bother thinking in the long term. but knowing that ren went through all this trouble made him want to play around a lot more than just get off. what's the point of having a kinky boyfriend if you don't have as much fun as you can?
ren's question gets a contemplative hum from ryuji, his foot tapping the floor as the possibilities run through his mind.) Pork bowl sounds good. Just something quick 'n simple.
(he's trying not to smile too widely at ren's obvious disappointment, even if it was only there for a moment. it's mean to leave him high and dry like that, cutting off at the best part, right when ryuji could tell ren was getting to ready to come just from grinding. but ryuji think of it as a little payback for ren being so mean at the start and obviously took joy in seeing ryuji so stunned.
reaching out a hand for ren to hold, ryuji is still more than craving some physical contact. kinky warfar or not, he's still had a shit day, and wants his boyfriend close for comfort.
but when ren takes his hand, ryuji forcefully tugs him close, whispering low and deep in his ear once more.) And remember, I said you can beg for it. If you ever want my hands back on you...
(whether that's a threat or promise is hard to tell, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes says plenty. he simply guides ren to the kitchen without another word.)
[ His eyes fall to the offered hand. For a split second, he considers brushing past it and getting to work just to get under Ryuji's skin in return, but—no, he can't. The devilish thought withers before the opportunity to press their palms together, fingers slotting against one another.
Turns out it's yet another trap. There's another throb of interest under the skirt when Ryuji's breath tickles his ear, undoing his efforts to set his mind on the task at hand. Ren absolutely wants to beg for those hands, but, more than that, he's determined not to lose in this challenge that Ryuji has set in front of him.
He offers a sidelong smile as they head into the kitchen. ] Thank you for your concern, but I'll be all right, Master.
[ Take that, Ryuji.
His hand slips free once his stocking feet meet the tiled floor, moving towards the refrigerator to start gathering the ingredients. Ren is grateful that Ryuji picked something quick to prep and wasn't devious enough to have him in here cooking for an hour. ]
(he should've known ren wouldn't cave that easily. rather than be offended or put out, ryuji cracks a smile and lets out a quiet laugh. they're both so damn proud, it'll take all night for one of them to cave and beg to be touched. really, though, ryuji knows he'll cave first. but that's not for ren to find out until later, after ryuji has tried all the tricks up his sleeve.
his hand feels cold when ren lets go and resumes his duties, and being honest, ryuji misses it. he almost reaches for it, just barely out of reach, but ren clearly has his goals in mind, and ryuji knows better than to interrupt a show.
while ren begins preparations for dinner, ryuji sheds his jacket, calling out as he heads down their apartment.) I'm gonna change real quick, be back in a sec.
(it's much easier to get a sexual challenge going in comfortable clothes, after all. and maybe to give ren a sense of peace for just a little longer, he spends an extra few minutes fishing around for the perfect comfort clothes to wear.
but it's not just any clothes he's wearing. ryuji specifically went into ren's half of the closet, pulled out ren's favorite shirt, ren's favorite sweatpants, and just for added effect (and to get ren hot under the collar), his boxers. there's a hands off policy here now, and ryuji is curious to see how him strutting around in his boyfriend's clothes will affect ren, if at all.
ryuji returns to the kitchen not ten minutes later, shuffling his feet lazily on the floor as he makes his way over to ren. he knows he shouldn't get in the way of cooking, but he's getting so overwhelmed with everything that's happened since he stepped through his front door, that he just needs some time to decompress. to let it all sink in before he does anything else.
and what better way than to wrap his arms loosely around ren's torso, letting his head lean comfortably on the back of ren's neck. the energy from earlier was electrifying, and certainly something ryuji will want to get back to.
ryuji's voice is low and quiet when he speaks, but not trying to be sexual in any way. it's a quiet, homey moment despite all the kinkiness in their home, and ryuji's behavior simply mirrors it.) You're really incredible. For doing all this, I mean. Thanks, Renren.
[ As much as he misses Ryuji's presence and the weight of his eyes on him, having him out of the room allows Ren a chance to press his arousal to the back of his mind and focus on the task at hand. It's easier to calm down when he's occupied with bringing the sliced pork to a simmer with the other ingredients, the smell slowly filling the kitchen the longer the pot remains on the stove.
This is one of the many things he learned how to make just because Ryuji likes it. Back in high school, his cooking skills were limited to curry and the basics. Now that they're living alone, eating out often isn't really feasible—he's had to adapt and expand his recipe repertoire quite a bit over the past months. But Ren enjoys it, honestly. Even if it's not curry, it reminds him of stirring the pot of curry at Leblanc, and Ryuji's always so openly pleased by whatever he makes (or whatever they make together) that it always feels fulfilling.
Thankfully, cooking in a café kitchen has made him efficient. By the time Ryuji returns, he's got the rice going and is in the midst of chopping the last of the ingredients. The sound of him entering the kitchen draws Ren's attention in a quick glance.
And then another.
Those are Ren's clothes hanging on Ryuji's frame. They're just the loose-fitting pieces he enjoys most for lounging around the apartment, worn through frequent use to the perfect level of comfort, but there's something appealing about the sight of something of his on Ryuji's skin.
But he doesn't allow his gaze to linger. That would be letting Ryuji know how much it affects him, so Ren resolutely returns to chopping the onion, teeth catching against his bottom lip. They only sink in deeper when arms curl around his middle and the warmth of another body radiates into his back.
Ryuji seems to have no intention of turning this innocent touch against him, though. Ren allows himself to relax after a moment of anticipation, letting the words wash over him. He can drop the pretenses for a moment, perhaps. ] … I'm happy you like it. [ He just wanted to surprise Ryuji with something new and exciting, after all. ]
(ren would be right, ryuji is letting anything sexual take a backseat for now so he can simply enjoy ren as he is. cooking dinner for him in a far too sexy maid outfit. thinking about how rapidly he discovered his own kinks still has ryuji smiling to himself, still eager to see what else ren can help him discover about himself.
he's blissfully unaware to any reaction given to wearing ren's clothes, not having paid enough attention to really see if it got to him. but ryuji is sure there will be time later to see ren come undone.
for now, nothing makes him happier than leaning against ren, cooking dinner, sharing hugs, just enjoying the domesticity even with the added excitement. but even that drops just for a brief second, and ryuji notices. it brings a bright smile to his face, immediately nuzzling his nose playfully into ren's neck.) I love it.
(his arms tighten around ren's waist, just trying to bring him as close as he can without disrupting dinner, and leave a few pecks on his cheek as a thank you.) I love you. You're seriously the best.
(with his piece said, his chin rests once again on ren's shoulder, waiting for dinner and basking in his life. sure, today was complete ass, but now he has ren's ass in a maid skirt and suddenly life seems a lot better.
the various smells in the kitchen force his stomach to emit a low growl of hunger, leaving ryuji to whine in ren's shoulder as he burrows his face in it and takes a deep breath.) Smells good.
(but with his face completely covered by the maid outfit, it's hard to say if he means dinner or ren. who ryuji absolutely believes is wearing perfume.)
[ Now this is more their speed: brief moments of smothering one another in affection, quick kisses and murmured words. It's a pleasant break in the illusion of maid and master, a small breather from the new source of excitement that they've established for tonight.
Ren's hand stills when the kisses pepper his cheek, a soft, amused exhale at Ryuji's enthusiasm huffing from his nose. ]
I love you, too. And yeah, I am.
[ There's a little bit more of a grin with that last part, and he begins to chop again, movements steady with experience despite the slight movements of Ryuji as he hangs on from behind. He makes quick work of the rest of the prep, and once the chopping board has the vegetables divided up into neat piles of various sized cuts, Ren sets the knife down and turns in the circle of Ryuji's arms.
He really should have thought this through better—doing so puts him face-to-face, front-to-front, with Ryuji. The sight of him in his clothes triggers a pulse of interest through his body, one that Ren resists by slipping into another one of his mild "maid" smiles. ]
It has to cook for a while longer. Why don't you go sit down and relax?
[ It's time that they could get up to other things, but that would mean begging on his part. Something Ren has no intention of doing. So Ryuji can go sit and wait for his dinner. ]
(ryuji lets out a quiet exhale of laughter, floored by ren's abundant confidence in himself. though really, it's justified. he's far more impressive than ryuji let on just now, but he also doesn't want to deal with a too cocky maid. not now, at least. but possibly later if ryuji can get him to crack, to beg like he wants.) Someone's full of himself despite being my maid.
(any quips die in his thoughts as ren turns around, facing him with one of those gorgeous smiles, even if it's a more professional one. it's too sweet a moment to ruin with any sharp comments or kinky desires. leaning forward, ryuji gently nuzzles their noses together with a bright, blushing smile. the night has been perfect, seeing different sides of ren all night, leaving ryuji to commit all of them to memory as best he can for when he has... lonelier nights.
he pulls away just barely, hands snaking down ren's arms in a silent plea for him to follow. don't leave me alone whispers in the back of his mind, but he doesn't want to appear too needy or lonely with ren getting as cocky as he is.) Come with me?
(there's a reason aside from loneliness that ryuji wants him to follow, but wants to keep the mood sweet and light to hopefully prevent any worry or disappointment from ren.
two people he can't stand a disappointed look from: ren and his mom.)
[ How is he supposed to say no to that? Ren can't. His eyes flicker towards the steam rising lazily from the pot. It's only simmering; it'll be fine if he leaves for a little bit, won't it? Leaving the kitchen while a pot is on the stove is the sort of thing Sojiro would tear him a new one for, but he's not here to see it, and the press of Ryuji's hands onto his skin cuts right through any sense of safety or responsibility Ren has. ]
... Okay. [ And once again, he allows the mask to slip, just briefly: ] But if you distract me too long and the building burns down, you're taking the blame for it.
[ Humor flashes over his features before dissipating again. Ren slips his arms free from the grip, only to slide his hand into Ryuji's, just like they were earlier.
The grip allows him to lead the way out of the kitchen, glancing back as a suggestion comes to mind. It would have to be quick, but... ]
Maybe you'd be interested in that massage while we wait? [ And Ren is the one talking about possibly being distracted. ]
(he can see ren debating between ryuju and watching the pot, desire vs responsibility. all ryuji can do is hope he's more enticing than a pot of dinner.
and then he is and ryuji's entire face lights up, a victorious little shake of his arms for getting ren all to himself. there's a smile on his face, even as ren teases he'll be responsible for their gruesome deaths.) Yeah, yeah, it's my fault if we go down in a blaze of glory.
(but ren's hands return to ryuji's, fitting as perfectly as ever. the way the whole evening feels perfect. his day is nothing but a passing thought, not when compared to a boyfriend willing to go to such lengths to make ryuji feel loved.
it's the suggestion of a massage that has ryuji stopping, and wondering if ren really can read minds.) Uh... that's actually what I was gonna ask you about.
(he grows sheepish, ducking his head as he averts his eyes. he knows ren won't be mad, exactly, but even still.) Okay, don't get mad, but... I kiiiiiinda overexerted myself ij track today. My knee started acting up again, coach made me sit out the rest of practice. I went to the nurse, don't worry! I just. Gotta be careful. She said a warm massage every day will help.
(he hasb't changed too much from his phantom thieves days, still reckless, still getting in over his head. ren won't break his mask now, ryuji knows.
[ At least if they burn to death, it'll be while doing something they love: each other.
Or not.
The quality of Ryuji's voice changes in a way that he's learned to read. He's about to admit something that he knows Ren won't be pleased to hear. And he's grateful that Ryuji isn't keeping it to himself, but to hear him speak about his leg again… Ren swallows. This is the last thing he wants, for Ryuji's track career to be endangered after he's only just gotten back into it.
Ren manages to keep his act intact, but it's impossible to completely mask the concern in his eyes, nor in his voice. ]
Master...
[ So it won't quite be the sort of massage he originally had in mind. His hand draws Ryuji towards the living room, bringing him over to the couch. Ren takes a seat on one end and encourages his boyfriend to do the same, ready to take the offending leg into his lap. ]
(the concern is clear on ren's face, exactly what ryuji was worried about. a bit of a catch 22 situation for him, really. he'll never stop being reckless and taking risks, but he also never likes making people worry about him. and more than anyone, ren.
he follows obediently, head still ducked in shame. he wanted to enjoy this, have fun getting a little kinky, maybe find ways to drive ren a little more crazy. which, now that ryuji thinks on it, is probably part of the reason his leg needs more rest than it would have earlier.
not like he'll ever tell ren that.
taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, ryuji props his leg up on ren's lap, as instructed with no fuss. it's almost amusing how the tables have turned, with ryuji being well behaved and listening to orders when it should be ren bent over on the counter while ryuji has his way.
later. definitely later. the last thing he needs right now is another boner letting ren know his mind is going to all sorts of places.) Not really. It just feels sore, like I stretched it too far for too long.
(which is pretty close to what happened, with him trying to beat his personal best only to end up on the ground just before the finish line. coupled with how he'd been running himself ragged to get home... it's a wonder his knee isn't worse off.)
[ Even with the reassurance that it isn't quite to the point of pain, Ren's fingers are tentative when they first touch the leg stretched across his lap.
He could tell Ryuji that he needs to be more careful, but he probably understands that more than anyone after coming back to a point they both hoped him to be long past. There's just a hum of acknowledgement as he slides a hand over the leg, moving down towards the bottom of the sweatpants.
He takes a moment to roll the pants leg up past Ryuji's knee, giving him space to press his fingers directly into the tender joint. Ren is slow about it, careful, but not in the teasing way he imagined his hands might take at some point tonight. ]
How's this?
[ While he doesn't know a whole lot about giving massages, he's been on the receiving end of enough that he thinks he can replicate it decently enough. Ren kneads at the flesh without digging in to deep, watching Ryuji's face to gauge his reaction, determine if he should go harder or lighten up a bit. ]
(he is silently thankful ren chooses not to chastise him over his mistakes, already knowing them after being chewed out by both his coach and the nurse. ren skipping over the subject and delving right into the massage earns a sigh of relief from ryuji.
it isn't long before that tired sigh turns into a more blissful one, however. the joint is still tender, emitting a light wince of pain as ren kneads the skin, but it fades within moments.) 'S good. You can keep going.
(eventually, ryuji let himself fall back against the cushions, eyes getting heavier as he watches ren work. he doesn't fully fall asleep, though, instead coming down from the highs of the day to bask in something a little more domestic.
every time ren soothes his muscles in just the right way, he coaxes a soft hum out of ryuji. he's certainly not going to make a habit out of injuring himself like this, but being so pampered... it's nice.
at some point, one hand lifts up to ren's face to gently brush the hair out of his face. but ryuji doesn't stop there, his hands continuing to brush through the locks. tucking them behind ren's ear, untucking them, threading his fingers as he disturbs the headband.) You're hot.
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at a certain point in the day, his anger and frustration dissipated into a tired feeling of exhaustion and defeat at the day. he overworked himself at practice, with his leg not being fully healed just yet, and was forced to sit on the sidelines to prevent causing an even worse injury. classes weren't even on his mind, too many notes of what to ask his various professors scribbled down haphazardly in his notebooks. and he thought high school was an academic challenge.
then to make matters worse, his job seemed to be filled with nothing but rude, demanding customers throughout his entire shift. constantly looking down on him for being such a "delinquent" type, assuming that since it took him longer than a minute to find something, he must be incompetent, various complaints even though he hadn't done a thing wrong.
it's all enough to make him miss the phantom thieves and being able to change people's hearts to be less dickish.
the only thing getting him through the day is the thought of coming home to his boyfriend. ren would be there, a smile on his face and a welcome home kiss without even needing to be prompted. they'd cuddle on the couch, eventually get up to make dinner together, with ryuji kissing the back of ren's neck all the while, watching silly tv as they talk about their days and plan their weekend date.
it was normal, peaceful, simple. the thought of ren was enough to let him take a breath and not snap at anyone, drudge through the day without too much grumbling. ren's entire presence was just so healing for ryuji, sometimes he wonders how he grew to love one person so much.
when he finally makes it home, it's temping to just open the door and collapse on the floor and never move again. but ren's arms are far more inviting, so through sheer willpower, he remains upright as he slams the door behind him with a thud, kicking off his shoes and leaning against the wall, eyes closed to let the exhaustion wash over.) Renreeeeeeeeen, m'home.
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Today, though, the plans are a bit different.
It lines up well, actually, without him ever meaning for it to. Between a cancelled class and having the day off work, he ends up with a vast amount of free time in the afternoon. Conveniently so, because he has a coffee date (in the most platonic meaning of the word—actual dates are something he shares only with Ryuji) that's needed to happen for a few days now.
Maybe treating his former homeroom teacher to coffee is a bit unusual, but Ren's relationship with Kawakami has never really been typical. That actually came up recently in a conversation with Ryuji: the fact that during their Thieving days, he was regularly receiving massages from the teacher in full maid garb—once again, completely platonic. He was, understandably, kind of floored by the information, and the look in his eyes got Ren wondering.
So that's why Kawakami has a nondescript bag waiting for him when they meet, the mirth clear in her eyes when she hands it over. Shut it, Becky, Ren tells her, humor plain in his own tone, before they get start getting caught up.
The outfit, he finds later that evening, is more comfortable than he would have guessed. It feels weird going on, but once Ren has slid into the full maid getup, from the white stockings to the slightly flared skirt all the way to the frilled hairband that he has to fight with to stand it up straight among the mess of his hair… it's not so bad. And he doesn't look so bad, either, he's not ashamed to note as he slides the glasses from his nose while examining himself in the mirror. Definitely not a soft, petite maid ready to do fulfill her master's every wish, but his legs do look especially long underneath the short, ruffled skirt, the black-bowed ribbon adorning the neckpiece a sharp contrast against his pale skin.
It turns out to be a good thing that the costume is comfortable. Ryuji takes longer than usual to arrive home, and by the time the sound of the door opening finally rings through their apartment, Ren has to scramble up from where he's stretched out across the couch to lounge in a decidedly unladylike manner. He pats down his skirt, straightens the neckline, and takes one more moment to wrangle the headband into submission again, and then he's walking out to greet Ryuji, hands clasped in front of him. ]
Welcome home, Master. [ He's way too into this, but Ryuji's reaction is going to be worth it. ]
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but instead he's greeted by some weird phrase, like ren is teasing him, and the sheer "what the fuck" gets him to open his eyes.
and ryuji is 100% certain he straight up blacked out for a moment.
the sight in front of him is so much to process, far more than anything a palace or mementos could give. part of him wonders if he's just having some weird kinky dream on the train home, his weird ass subconscious mind trying to tell him something.
but ryuji is fairly certain this is all real, mostly because he doesn't want to wake up to see everyone on the train being painfully judgmental at his instant boner. if ren was wondering how successful this little surprise is, how hard ryuji became in mere seconds should be more than telling.
he's still not sure how to emotionally process this. ren wouldn't do this just as teasing material, he loves him too much to be that mean. and while ren would absolutely put this much effort into a prank or joke, it doesn't feel like it. part of his shock is how ren is going all out for this. he got everything, the headband, the stockings, a perfectly frilly but not overly cutesy skirt. it's almost illegal how good ren looks.
and it only takes a few moments longer before ryuji's entire face is bright red, realizing how much he adores this view. ren's legs are perfect in those stockings, smooth and long and just flawless. even the dress shapes him well despite not having the curves needed for it. it's slimming, showing ren's more slender side despite ryuji knowing he has firm muscles under the satin.
this is so far out of left field, even for ren, and part of ryuji wonders if ren is trying to spice up their sex life now that there's no phantom thieves to change the hearts of corrupt adults. ryuji is certainly having a change of heart in regards to his kinks.
so much for being vanilla.
ryuji isn't even sure what he should be doing, all he's capable of doing on a tired, exhausted brain is stare, and he stares. his gaze coasts up and down, looking at every detail, how perfectly the outfit falls on ren, and still wondering what the absolute fuck brought this on. he's not even able to form a coherent sentence, instead just standing there with his mouth hanging open.)
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Well, Ren has plenty of experience leading. He can deal with this, right? ]
You had a long day. [ A hint of something sharp, something smug, flashes through his eyes as he speaks, but it's gone just as quick as it came, and Ren starts to move.
His footsteps are silent against the flooring, thieflike, though it's more thanks to the stockings than him trying to sneak. Finding shoes to suit the outfit in his size seemed like a bit too much of an undertaking when this outfit will never see the light of day.
Coming close, Ren reaches for his hand, fingers curling to press their palms together. The motion is second nature now, but he doesn't follow it with any further affection like he normally would. A maid would never be so bold as to go for a kiss without express permission.
He's nothing if not committed to this act. ]
Let me help you unwind, Master.
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god, ren is just so hot, ryuji needs to process that more than anything. his mind is running too fast yet not reacting quick enough all at the same time.
before he has time to do anything, or maybe just so much time has passed without ryuji realizing it, ren is only inches away from him, and it's like he's been mentally teleported back to being in high school and just coming to terms with his feelings. he's downright shy, ducking his gaze, even more so under that flash of attitude ryuji's not sure he saw or not.
has ren always smelled this good? was his skin always this soft? just how far did ren go for this? was it really just a spur of the moment decision to ryuji having a long day?
then, of course, there's the questions that come with his boyfriend leaning hard into the maid act. does ren have something planned as usual? or is he giving ryuji free reign to request whatever he wants? it's embarrassing, but all the possibilities are only getting ryuji harder, almost to the point of discomfort.
but ren is speaking, to him, and ryuji snaps back to reality long enough to at least string a few words together and form a somewhat coherent sentence.) Uh... y-yeah. Okay.
(though he says that, ryuji still makes no move to change their situation. with ren's hand still in his, ryuji stands awkwardly at the door, red faced and admiring as he lets himself gaze shamelessly over every inch of ren's body. if he winds up being too turned on to do anything to take advantage of this, then he's at least going to commit the sight to memory.)
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He gives it no more than a cursory glance before he leads Ryuji by the hand, slow steps taking them farther into the apartment. ]
Do you want to start with dinner?
[ If he's hungry, Ren really will make sure he's fed before they move on to the rest of their night. The end goal may be obvious, but he fully intends to dote on Ryuji as much as he desires before then. ]
Or would you like a massage? Or... something else? [ His voice dips lower with that question, feet stilling, though his hand remains clasped against Ryuji's. ]
I'll do whatever you want me to, Master.
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if their relationship turns into ren sexually awakening all of ryuji's fantasies he didn't even know he had, there are no complaints from him.
he slowly starts to regain his own composure the more ren treats all of it as normal, which in turn helps ryuji adjust to it. ren is standing in front of him, looking the most sultry he ever has, offering ryuji the world. there are so many possibilities, they can jump right into sex, ryuji already imagining ren pinned against the wall as he thrusts into him. or ren could feed him a homemade dinner, maybe even right off his body if ryuji asks--
there's too many choices, too many routes. it's like a dating sim with no bad end. but even with everything outlandish ryuji could possibly ask for, there's only one thing in this moment he wants more than anything else.
taking ren's free hand and holding it up to cup his cheek, ryuji gives a bashful smile, his voice still tired but also trying to cover up how desperate he sounds.) Can I just have my welcome home kiss for now?
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As you wish.
[ One step is all it takes to fit his front to Ryuji's, the ruffles of the skirt crushed between them as he presses in. Ryuji may even be able to feel the beginnings of his arousal beneath them, though the kiss that Ren initiates is completely chaste, a soft press of lips and no more. Idly, in the back of his mind, he thinks that if this is as far as the night went, he wouldn't be dissatisfied.
Is there a part of him that wants Ryuji to bend him over the counter and have his way with him like he's offering? Absolutely. But what his heart wants is right here: the warmth of Ryuji's hand over his, the clear affection in his smile, the way their mouths fit together like they've carved a special space for each other there. He lets the kiss linger, just briefly, before pulling back, and it takes a conscious effort not to murmur something loving.
Instead, he has another smile waiting to replace the dumbly smitten look that tends to happen whenever they share moments like this one. The act is back in full force. ]
Your maid missed you.
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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.
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R— mmh. [ He almost slips up, the name beginning to fall in a sigh from his lips, but Ren catches it and cages it behind a hum. After going through all of the effort of obtaining this getup and dressing up, he's not about to drop the charade after a few measly (but extremely good) touches.
His grip twists and tightens as if channeling all of the energy he's holding back, the urge to crowd in closer and rut up against Ryuji very present but one he won't give in to beyond a quick, aborted jerk of his hips when the hands plant onto his ass. ]
What if someone else does know? [ Kawakami must have a pretty good inkling of what he wanted the outfit for. ] What if I've broken the rules, Master?
[ Mischief tries to work its way into his voice, but the fluttering of his breath when Ryuji's teeth dig into his flesh undermines any effect he's going for. Ren's head tips back to expose more skin, tendons taut, and he feels the headband slide askew again. ]
Are you going to punish me?
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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?
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It's enough to derail his thoughts completely, words dying in his throat and emerging as little more than a strangled sound of surprise. Teeth dig into his neck, and Ren's own dig into his lip. It's a poor attempt to contain a moan as Ryuji murmurs into his skin. The noise hums in his throat, his dick twitching into the rough rub of his thigh at the tone of the words and the tight grasp of the hands holding him in place. There's no doubt that he could finish just like this, probably in record time.
If Ryuji doesn't stop when he does, that is. Maybe Ren should've really listened to what he was saying; then he would have seen the sudden disconnect coming. After all, he can't make Ren beg like that, can he?
For just a moment, his facial features reflect his crestfallen state, but he quickly schools them back, only a hint of something sulky there as he watches Ryuji walk away.
His boyfriend is an asshole. The best kind.
Well, tonight is about what Ryuji wants, and if that's to pretend that the previous minute didn't happen, then so be it. ]
Yes. [ Back to the formality. Ren reaches up to right the headband yet again and wills himself to think about the least sexy thing he can come up with. Morgana cleaning his privates on his desk while he's trying to do homework. Igor doing the Big Bang Burger Challenge. Anything but the phantom feeling of Ryuji's hands on his rear. ] What would you like to eat?
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though, he didn't do himself any favors doing that. ryuji is as hard as ren, and he was so close to just giving in and grinding ren like that, then begging for ren to touch him. his day has been too long and too exhausting to bother thinking in the long term. but knowing that ren went through all this trouble made him want to play around a lot more than just get off. what's the point of having a kinky boyfriend if you don't have as much fun as you can?
ren's question gets a contemplative hum from ryuji, his foot tapping the floor as the possibilities run through his mind.) Pork bowl sounds good. Just something quick 'n simple.
(he's trying not to smile too widely at ren's obvious disappointment, even if it was only there for a moment. it's mean to leave him high and dry like that, cutting off at the best part, right when ryuji could tell ren was getting to ready to come just from grinding. but ryuji think of it as a little payback for ren being so mean at the start and obviously took joy in seeing ryuji so stunned.
reaching out a hand for ren to hold, ryuji is still more than craving some physical contact. kinky warfar or not, he's still had a shit day, and wants his boyfriend close for comfort.
but when ren takes his hand, ryuji forcefully tugs him close, whispering low and deep in his ear once more.) And remember, I said you can beg for it. If you ever want my hands back on you...
(whether that's a threat or promise is hard to tell, but the mischievous sparkle in his eyes says plenty. he simply guides ren to the kitchen without another word.)
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Turns out it's yet another trap. There's another throb of interest under the skirt when Ryuji's breath tickles his ear, undoing his efforts to set his mind on the task at hand. Ren absolutely wants to beg for those hands, but, more than that, he's determined not to lose in this challenge that Ryuji has set in front of him.
He offers a sidelong smile as they head into the kitchen. ] Thank you for your concern, but I'll be all right, Master.
[ Take that, Ryuji.
His hand slips free once his stocking feet meet the tiled floor, moving towards the refrigerator to start gathering the ingredients. Ren is grateful that Ryuji picked something quick to prep and wasn't devious enough to have him in here cooking for an hour. ]
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his hand feels cold when ren lets go and resumes his duties, and being honest, ryuji misses it. he almost reaches for it, just barely out of reach, but ren clearly has his goals in mind, and ryuji knows better than to interrupt a show.
while ren begins preparations for dinner, ryuji sheds his jacket, calling out as he heads down their apartment.) I'm gonna change real quick, be back in a sec.
(it's much easier to get a sexual challenge going in comfortable clothes, after all. and maybe to give ren a sense of peace for just a little longer, he spends an extra few minutes fishing around for the perfect comfort clothes to wear.
but it's not just any clothes he's wearing. ryuji specifically went into ren's half of the closet, pulled out ren's favorite shirt, ren's favorite sweatpants, and just for added effect (and to get ren hot under the collar), his boxers. there's a hands off policy here now, and ryuji is curious to see how him strutting around in his boyfriend's clothes will affect ren, if at all.
ryuji returns to the kitchen not ten minutes later, shuffling his feet lazily on the floor as he makes his way over to ren. he knows he shouldn't get in the way of cooking, but he's getting so overwhelmed with everything that's happened since he stepped through his front door, that he just needs some time to decompress. to let it all sink in before he does anything else.
and what better way than to wrap his arms loosely around ren's torso, letting his head lean comfortably on the back of ren's neck. the energy from earlier was electrifying, and certainly something ryuji will want to get back to.
ryuji's voice is low and quiet when he speaks, but not trying to be sexual in any way. it's a quiet, homey moment despite all the kinkiness in their home, and ryuji's behavior simply mirrors it.) You're really incredible. For doing all this, I mean. Thanks, Renren.
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This is one of the many things he learned how to make just because Ryuji likes it. Back in high school, his cooking skills were limited to curry and the basics. Now that they're living alone, eating out often isn't really feasible—he's had to adapt and expand his recipe repertoire quite a bit over the past months. But Ren enjoys it, honestly. Even if it's not curry, it reminds him of stirring the pot of curry at Leblanc, and Ryuji's always so openly pleased by whatever he makes (or whatever they make together) that it always feels fulfilling.
Thankfully, cooking in a café kitchen has made him efficient. By the time Ryuji returns, he's got the rice going and is in the midst of chopping the last of the ingredients. The sound of him entering the kitchen draws Ren's attention in a quick glance.
And then another.
Those are Ren's clothes hanging on Ryuji's frame. They're just the loose-fitting pieces he enjoys most for lounging around the apartment, worn through frequent use to the perfect level of comfort, but there's something appealing about the sight of something of his on Ryuji's skin.
But he doesn't allow his gaze to linger. That would be letting Ryuji know how much it affects him, so Ren resolutely returns to chopping the onion, teeth catching against his bottom lip. They only sink in deeper when arms curl around his middle and the warmth of another body radiates into his back.
Ryuji seems to have no intention of turning this innocent touch against him, though. Ren allows himself to relax after a moment of anticipation, letting the words wash over him. He can drop the pretenses for a moment, perhaps. ] … I'm happy you like it. [ He just wanted to surprise Ryuji with something new and exciting, after all. ]
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he's blissfully unaware to any reaction given to wearing ren's clothes, not having paid enough attention to really see if it got to him. but ryuji is sure there will be time later to see ren come undone.
for now, nothing makes him happier than leaning against ren, cooking dinner, sharing hugs, just enjoying the domesticity even with the added excitement. but even that drops just for a brief second, and ryuji notices. it brings a bright smile to his face, immediately nuzzling his nose playfully into ren's neck.) I love it.
(his arms tighten around ren's waist, just trying to bring him as close as he can without disrupting dinner, and leave a few pecks on his cheek as a thank you.) I love you. You're seriously the best.
(with his piece said, his chin rests once again on ren's shoulder, waiting for dinner and basking in his life. sure, today was complete ass, but now he has ren's ass in a maid skirt and suddenly life seems a lot better.
the various smells in the kitchen force his stomach to emit a low growl of hunger, leaving ryuji to whine in ren's shoulder as he burrows his face in it and takes a deep breath.) Smells good.
(but with his face completely covered by the maid outfit, it's hard to say if he means dinner or ren. who ryuji absolutely believes is wearing perfume.)
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Ren's hand stills when the kisses pepper his cheek, a soft, amused exhale at Ryuji's enthusiasm huffing from his nose. ]
I love you, too. And yeah, I am.
[ There's a little bit more of a grin with that last part, and he begins to chop again, movements steady with experience despite the slight movements of Ryuji as he hangs on from behind. He makes quick work of the rest of the prep, and once the chopping board has the vegetables divided up into neat piles of various sized cuts, Ren sets the knife down and turns in the circle of Ryuji's arms.
He really should have thought this through better—doing so puts him face-to-face, front-to-front, with Ryuji. The sight of him in his clothes triggers a pulse of interest through his body, one that Ren resists by slipping into another one of his mild "maid" smiles. ]
It has to cook for a while longer. Why don't you go sit down and relax?
[ It's time that they could get up to other things, but that would mean begging on his part. Something Ren has no intention of doing. So Ryuji can go sit and wait for his dinner. ]
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(any quips die in his thoughts as ren turns around, facing him with one of those gorgeous smiles, even if it's a more professional one. it's too sweet a moment to ruin with any sharp comments or kinky desires. leaning forward, ryuji gently nuzzles their noses together with a bright, blushing smile. the night has been perfect, seeing different sides of ren all night, leaving ryuji to commit all of them to memory as best he can for when he has... lonelier nights.
he pulls away just barely, hands snaking down ren's arms in a silent plea for him to follow. don't leave me alone whispers in the back of his mind, but he doesn't want to appear too needy or lonely with ren getting as cocky as he is.) Come with me?
(there's a reason aside from loneliness that ryuji wants him to follow, but wants to keep the mood sweet and light to hopefully prevent any worry or disappointment from ren.
two people he can't stand a disappointed look from: ren and his mom.)
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... Okay. [ And once again, he allows the mask to slip, just briefly: ] But if you distract me too long and the building burns down, you're taking the blame for it.
[ Humor flashes over his features before dissipating again. Ren slips his arms free from the grip, only to slide his hand into Ryuji's, just like they were earlier.
The grip allows him to lead the way out of the kitchen, glancing back as a suggestion comes to mind. It would have to be quick, but... ]
Maybe you'd be interested in that massage while we wait? [ And Ren is the one talking about possibly being distracted. ]
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and then he is and ryuji's entire face lights up, a victorious little shake of his arms for getting ren all to himself. there's a smile on his face, even as ren teases he'll be responsible for their gruesome deaths.) Yeah, yeah, it's my fault if we go down in a blaze of glory.
(but ren's hands return to ryuji's, fitting as perfectly as ever. the way the whole evening feels perfect. his day is nothing but a passing thought, not when compared to a boyfriend willing to go to such lengths to make ryuji feel loved.
it's the suggestion of a massage that has ryuji stopping, and wondering if ren really can read minds.) Uh... that's actually what I was gonna ask you about.
(he grows sheepish, ducking his head as he averts his eyes. he knows ren won't be mad, exactly, but even still.) Okay, don't get mad, but... I kiiiiiinda overexerted myself ij track today. My knee started acting up again, coach made me sit out the rest of practice. I went to the nurse, don't worry! I just. Gotta be careful. She said a warm massage every day will help.
(he hasb't changed too much from his phantom thieves days, still reckless, still getting in over his head. ren won't break his mask now, ryuji knows.
but he's expecting a crack.)
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Or not.
The quality of Ryuji's voice changes in a way that he's learned to read. He's about to admit something that he knows Ren won't be pleased to hear. And he's grateful that Ryuji isn't keeping it to himself, but to hear him speak about his leg again… Ren swallows. This is the last thing he wants, for Ryuji's track career to be endangered after he's only just gotten back into it.
Ren manages to keep his act intact, but it's impossible to completely mask the concern in his eyes, nor in his voice. ]
Master...
[ So it won't quite be the sort of massage he originally had in mind. His hand draws Ryuji towards the living room, bringing him over to the couch. Ren takes a seat on one end and encourages his boyfriend to do the same, ready to take the offending leg into his lap. ]
Does it still hurt?
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he follows obediently, head still ducked in shame. he wanted to enjoy this, have fun getting a little kinky, maybe find ways to drive ren a little more crazy. which, now that ryuji thinks on it, is probably part of the reason his leg needs more rest than it would have earlier.
not like he'll ever tell ren that.
taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, ryuji props his leg up on ren's lap, as instructed with no fuss. it's almost amusing how the tables have turned, with ryuji being well behaved and listening to orders when it should be ren bent over on the counter while ryuji has his way.
later. definitely later. the last thing he needs right now is another boner letting ren know his mind is going to all sorts of places.) Not really. It just feels sore, like I stretched it too far for too long.
(which is pretty close to what happened, with him trying to beat his personal best only to end up on the ground just before the finish line. coupled with how he'd been running himself ragged to get home... it's a wonder his knee isn't worse off.)
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He could tell Ryuji that he needs to be more careful, but he probably understands that more than anyone after coming back to a point they both hoped him to be long past. There's just a hum of acknowledgement as he slides a hand over the leg, moving down towards the bottom of the sweatpants.
He takes a moment to roll the pants leg up past Ryuji's knee, giving him space to press his fingers directly into the tender joint. Ren is slow about it, careful, but not in the teasing way he imagined his hands might take at some point tonight. ]
How's this?
[ While he doesn't know a whole lot about giving massages, he's been on the receiving end of enough that he thinks he can replicate it decently enough. Ren kneads at the flesh without digging in to deep, watching Ryuji's face to gauge his reaction, determine if he should go harder or lighten up a bit. ]
Let me know if it's too much.
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it isn't long before that tired sigh turns into a more blissful one, however. the joint is still tender, emitting a light wince of pain as ren kneads the skin, but it fades within moments.) 'S good. You can keep going.
(eventually, ryuji let himself fall back against the cushions, eyes getting heavier as he watches ren work. he doesn't fully fall asleep, though, instead coming down from the highs of the day to bask in something a little more domestic.
every time ren soothes his muscles in just the right way, he coaxes a soft hum out of ryuji. he's certainly not going to make a habit out of injuring himself like this, but being so pampered... it's nice.
at some point, one hand lifts up to ren's face to gently brush the hair out of his face. but ryuji doesn't stop there, his hands continuing to brush through the locks. tucking them behind ren's ear, untucking them, threading his fingers as he disturbs the headband.) You're hot.
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