(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.
[ He falls into a rhythm then, a set rotation of movements that don't seem to cause Ryuji any noticeable discomfort. Massaging, working his thumbs around the kneecap and behind, warming over the skin with his touch. It's kind of like cooking, the way he can lose himself in the methodical motions, except instead of the thock thock of the knife against the cutting board, it's soft sounds of approval coming from the other side of the couch.
Just when he's beginning to zone out a bit, the brush of fingers against his hair jolts him out. Ren doesn't quite want to turn his head and disturb the contact, so he merely watches Ryuji from the corner of his eye. ]
Thank you. [ And he truly seems pleased with the compliment. Ren's small smile may not give it away, but the warmth in his eyes will be obvious to Ryuji. That part of him that likes to turn heads with his more extra antics is still there, and donning a maid costume as a surprise definitely falls under that umbrella.
The headband tips backwards on his head again, but Ren makes no move to fix it this time, keeping his hands working Ryuji's leg in the routine they've established. ]
(under ren's touch, it isn't long before ryuji feelings himself slowly dozing off. which is surprising, given that ren's touch tends to have the opposite effect on him. the wonders of a maid outfit, he supposes.
it's warm, gentle, relaxing, and ryuji already notices the stiffness in his leg dissipating after just a few minutes. the longer the massage goes on, the lazier he strokes ren's hair. he won't fall asleep, not yet, but he does rest against the couch, closing his eyes just to rest and absorb the love and attention for a while. after the day he's had, he deserves that much.
he lets out a quiet snort to the comment, cracking his eyes open to smirk as he pushes the headband off entirely while pulling ren's hair back.) Hoping, he says. Yeah, like you didn't plan on me losing my shit like I did.
(his eyes slip shut again as ren rubs his knee in just the right away to somehow erase weeks of soreness and exhaustion. it only has him settle further into the couch despite wanting to do so much more.) 'S not fair. I wanna make you get so turned on, you can't even think straight.
[ The massage seems to be having the desired effect and then some. Ren is surprised to feel the fingers in his hair slow as Ryuji seems to slip closer to sleep. Maybe he had an even harder day than Ren thought? The leg issue alone must've caused a lot of stress—he could feel the tension in the joint when he first touched Ryuji's leg, a coil now loosening as the rest of him melts into the couch.
So he's really not expecting the hand to move more suddenly, dragging back through his hair in a way that feels even better than the lazy pets, the headband tumbling off onto the couch.
Is it really not fair? Ren doesn't believe so. He may be calm and collected at the moment, but he's been anticipating this all day. However placid the surface is, underneath he's wound up and ready for exactly what Ryuji claims to want. It's really not going to take a whole lot to get Ren to that point now.
Unfortunately… ]
That can wait until later. Dinner should be ready now. [ And that's his cue to shift Ryuji's leg off of him so that he can get up from the couch. ]
(there is a downright petulant whine from ryuji as ren's touch, and then ren, leaves him. ryuji almost reaches out to stop ren from leaving, pull him back to the couch and just continue with what they were doing. who cares about dinner, he doesn't need to eat. all he needs is ren.) You're mean.
(but then he thinks of the meal ren put time and effort into cooking for him, even after ryuji was a little bit of an asshole for teasing ren the way he did.
so he stands up, shaking out his leg to test it and sighing in relief when he feels no lingering soreness or pain. and also making a mental note to not grind ren on his thigh every day, no matter how enticing it sounds.
following ren back to the kitchen, ryuji's hand slides into his again. the day has been so all over the place that all ryuji wants is a little consistent physical affection, not ever willing to let go of a good thing. he leans over to plant a kiss on his neck, admiring the marks he left and making a silent vow to mess up the other side just as much. and the rest of him.) My leg feels a lot better. Thanks.
[ He knows Ryuji doesn't mean that; still, he keeps his attention on heading to the kitchen. At least until a hand fits into his and a kiss is pressed to his neck, making it hard to contain a contented pull to his mouth. ]
I'm glad you feel better. [ Truly, he is, on multiple levels. Ren doesn't like seeing Ryuji in pain, especially with this particularly injury, but it also means that he doesn't have to worry about his boyfriend being uncomfortable during whatever happens later on tonight.
Hand-in-hand, he leads Ryuji back towards the kitchen, where he once again releases the hold the get to work. Finishing up their meal doesn't take much, and soon he's placing two steaming pork bowls on the surface of their small table before taking a seat himself. ]
Dinner is ready, Master. [ He's clearly waiting for Ryuji to take the first bite. It's only polite, after all. ]
(he'd be right, ryuji could never think of ren as anything other than sweet and kind and perfect. even when he's clearly teasing him like this, ryuji still thinks he's the most wonderful boyfriend he could ask for.
because he's still wearing a maid outfit and calling him 'master' and that's never not going to be hot.
there's always going to be the desire to never let go of ren's hand, even if he needs it for something else. he knows ren needs to tend to the pot, to make sure nothing burns and ryuji gets a proper dinner. but part of him wants to whine that ren just needs one hand for it. or that ryuji can help.
lucky for ryuji, they're only separated for moments before ren is right back at his side, this time with much needed food. it doesn't hit ryuji how absolutely starving he is until a piping hot bowl is placed in front of him, the smell almost making him drool.
he barely gets out a "thanks for the meal" before shoveling still hot pork bowl into his mouth, definitely burning it, but ryuji doesn't even care, this is the best thing he's had all day. it's only when he's about halfway through his bowl that he realizes he never thanked, or really even acknowledged, all the work ren did for him. stopping mid-bite, he smiles brightly, but still a touch embarrassed.) Um... I was a lot hungrier than I thought. Thanks for making dinner, Ren. It's perfect.
(just like you was almost tacked on, but that's a little too much for ryuji at the moment. maybe later. when they can get intimate.)
[ It's honestly not that different from dinner on a normal day: Ryuji stuffing his face at light speed, Ren taking his time across the table (although he could put Ryuji to shame if he wanted; he's just learned not to treat every meal like a Big Bang Burger Challenge), no chit-chat clouding the air while they appreciate their food.
There's just the minor difference of Ren wearing a maid costume and sporting a line of hickeys down his neck, though he's working through his pork bowl so casually that one might think Ren himself is unaware. ]
You're welcome. [ A smile flickers across his lips as he meets Ryuji's eyes, but there's no more than that.
The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, and once Ren is finished, he rises from his chair, reaching behind to pat down the skirt where he was just sitting on it. Then he's collecting both of their bowls and taking them over to the sink, where he starts to wash them and clean up the small mess left behind from preparing dinner.
He's still intent on keeping up their earlier charade, it seems. ]
(sure, it doesn't seem like today is any different, except that ren is wearing a maid outfit like he wears jeans. he's casual, comfortable, natural, and there's only so much of it ryuji can take. yeah, he made that big show about getting ren to beg for it, but at some point, they're just competing over nothing.
plus, ryuji is just getting too horny. enough that it could kill the fun if he keeps this up.
he makes it obvious how intently he watches ren move, paying no attention to the bowls in front of him, but rather the way ren smooths over his skirt, how he glides to the sink as if walking on air. and ryuji absolutely stares at ren's ass, despite being fully covered.
he's content to stay this way, just selfishly gazing at ren as he does nothing particularly special. the way his cock begins to harden, just by looking, however, makes him change his plans entirely. and as much fun as it was messing with ren earlier, ryuji knows he's never be able to stand it if that happened again.
so he saunters over to ren once more, arms wrapping around his waist just like before, though decidedly less innocent than before. his hands trail lower than ren's hips, hovering just above his crotch, but not enough pressure to really make any sort of move. ryuji does make good on his silent goal to himself to mess up the rest of ren's neck, wasting no time pressing lips against the skin and begin sucking a dark, bruising mark. and to play extra dirty, his voice dips low in the way he only does when he wants ren naked.) Hey. Don't ignore me.
[ He anticipates that Ryuji won't let it fly if he carries on as if it's any other night. That doesn't stop Ren from beginning to wash their bowls, hands soapy when he feels another pair creeping down his hips. It causes his own motions to stutter, almost setting the bowl down in the sink before he collects himself and continues.
The mouth on his neck makes it even harder to focus. ]
I'm cleaning, not ignoring you. [ Ren manages to keep the falter out of his voice; the faux-innocent tone gives away that there was certainly more intent there than his words would imply. ] If there's a task you want me to complete, you should let me know.
[ Suggestion lies just below the statement, but it's much more obvious in his movements. Rather than trying to press up into the touch hovering enticingly above his groin, he instead presses back slightly, fitting himself to Ryuji's front. ]
(having ren pressed up against him is exactly what ryuji wanted. his arms wrap tightly around ren, effectively holding him in place, not giving him any room to break free. not that ren would want to, ryuji knows this. he leaned into ryuji's touch for a reason, after all, and it would be such a waste if he didn't give ren anything for it.
that mouth giving ren a hard time only gets worse in seconds, teeth being added in for harsh, punishing bites. it's supposed to be a deterrent for back talk, but really, ryuji knows it'll only get ren going more. and that's really the whole purpose.) Then I want to fuck you.
(he tries to sound seductive, but his voice comes out too gravelly and nearing on desperate. ryuji is aware of how he screwed himself earlier, getting the idea in his head that ren of all people, even as a maid, would actually beg for him.
oh well. a dream for another day.
ryuji's hands finally slip under ren's skirt, greedily palming over his cock with no hesitation. he knows what he wants, and he's not about to waste time with foreplay. not until they make it to the bed, at least. raising his head to bite at ren's ear, his voice is rough and full of want as he speaks.) I want you on the bed, on me, riding my cock just like this. I want to watch you come undone while I'm pounding into you, and you just have to sit there and take it.
(a shudder of a sigh escapes his lips, growing harder just thinking about the sight he'll have in a few minutes. though he says all of that, he hasn't made any movement away from the kitchen, still idly rubbing over ren's boner while leaving bites hard enough to leave indents in his skin.) How does that sound?
[ The dishes most certainly aren't getting finished right now. Ren's fingers are still wet and spotted with soap suds as he reaches back to lay a hand against Ryuji's forearm right above where it disappears under his skirt, as if torn between encouraging the rough touches and pushing them away.
He wouldn't do the latter, though, not with Ryuji's voice right against his ear, telling him exactly what he wants to do with Ren. Even if he isn't nailing the tone he was going for, the frayed note to it and the descriptions he's spinning go right to Ren's dick. ]
Yes. [ The response slips out without him quite registering what he's saying. It takes a moment for his brain to kick in again, reminding him that that's not really an applicable response to the question posed. ]
It's—good. [ A small hitch of breath as Ryuji bites down again. His other hand braces against the counter, hips canting back against the shape of Ryuji's hardening cock. ] I want you to fuck me so hard, I feel it for days, like you're still inside me. [ So hard that the memories will hit him at the most inopportune times.
The hand on him suddenly isn't enough, no more than a tease. A plea begins to form in his mouth, words that Ren bites down on, hard enough that he thinks for a moment that his lip might start to bleed. He may want it, but he's not going to beg that easily, not after the way Ryuji taunted him. ]
(oh, and this is a win for ryuji. ren, pliant and needy under his touch, begging for ryuji to have his way. it's not desperate, not the way ryuji gets when ren really gets going. but it's as close to begging as he's ever come, with ren in a maid outfit, no less. yeah. it's a win.
but ren isn't the only one growing desperate. having him so ready and willing under ryuji's touch is always exhilarating, no matter how many times they do this. it all happens in a blur, even for ryuji who initiates it. he swoops ren into his arms with ease, carrying him bridal style and nearly running to the bedroom. when ren tells ryuji exactly what he wants, ryuji will not waste a second giving it to him.
ryuji deposits ren gracelessly on the bed, wih ryuji following not a second later. he could say something romantic, maybe tease a little more, but with how both of them are faring right now, delaying what they both want will only cause headaches.
no time is wasted as ryuji presses his lips to ren's, greedily swiping his tongue to demand access to ren's mouth. there's nothing but desire and want behind his movements, hands sliding down his sides, hips, then under the skirt to tear off ren's underwear, not caring if he actually did tear it.
there are so many more important things to focus on now, like the feeling of ren's bare cock under his touch. his movements are lazy and slow, his attention on the kiss with soft sighs and quiet moans, and only breaking away to take a breath.) Gimme the lube.
[ 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. ]
(there is absolutely no need for ren to show off the way he does, but ryuji appreciates all of it. ren making an effort to get ryuji as riled up as he can, stoke out any sort of reaction only tells ryuji how much ren wants this. while ren arches and only grows more enticing by the second, ryuji happily takes the bait to kiss all along the open chest of the outfit, soft and gentle, but still needy.
once the bottle is handed to him, ryuji presses one more kiss to ren's lips, before pulling away. he's trying not to rush, but there's just too much energy in him to play the long game he had in mind. spend an insanely long time stretching ren, gently biting and kissing him while whispering how hot he is, only to end with fucking him sweet and slow.
yeah, that is all getting thrown out in favor of meeting ren's demands.
ryuji lathers his fingers in lube, only spending enough time to warm them just enough so ren won't be struck by sudden cold. but before the continues, watching the way ren pulls up his skirt, ryuji reacts on instinct, gripping his sleeve to stop the motion.) Don't.
(the command is out before he can even think, and rather than embarrassingly backtrack, ryuji commits, answering ren's eyes with his own confidence. he'll meet any challenge ren sets.) Leave it on. I want to fuck you like this.
(being embarrassed or ashamed isn't going to get them anywhere, and ryuji has learned ren is far more accepting of things than ryuji knew. so he'll be taking advantage of that tonight.
finally prepared, ryuji slowly inserts one finger inside ren, but he only spends a few brief moments stretching with just one before a second follows. he knows ren likes a little pain, but also that ren would stop him if things got too painful.
he spends more time with two fingers, spreading and curling and looking for just the right places to get some screams out of ren. but just leaving it simply at that wouldn't be any fun, so without any warning, ryuji takes ren's cock into his mouth. ryuji only teases him at the start, his lips going just past the tip as his tongue drags over the head in agonizing slow movements. firing a look right back at ren, there's a challenging fire in ryuji's eyes, silently demanding that ren last.)
[ Ryuji has his moments, but it's rare to hear that hard, commanding edge to his voice. That alone stops Ren mid-motion. His fingers instinctively uncurl from the skirt, letting the fabric fall to cover him once more. The brush of it against the heated skin of his cock almost makes him squirm, already riled up from the show of dominance and the promising sounds of Ryuji coating his fingers in the lube.
He manages to remain collected—as much as he can be, anyway, with his breath coming quicker and warmth glowing from his face all the way down his neck. Even when the finger slips inside, he only gives a soft exhale. Ren is always quiet and deliberate, not one to talk without purpose or use his words lightly. When he speaks up in bed, it's the same way: often for the sake of communication, although he's noticed over time that Ryuji seems to like the noises that occasionally break out and the moments that he does voice his thoughts.
So maybe it's a little bit for Ryuji's benefit too when he doesn't bite down on a surprise noise quickly enough, the sudden presence of a mouth of his dick taking him off guard. ]
Ah— Ryuji… [ That part is unintentional. He doesn't mean for his character to slip, but Ryuji's fingers slide just so inside of him, calling forth a wave of pleasure so overwhelming that Ren feels like his skin isn't enough to contain him. His hips cant of their own accord, trying to chase that point of contact.
When the intensity of it ebbs away, he's left with the sting of Ryuji's fingers stretching him, a great sensation in its own right. Ren shifts his sights down and while the skirt blocks some of the view, Ryuji's hard stare is clear as day, boring into him and telling him to hold back. Little does he know, that look is making it that much harder to do so; Ren breathes out slowly, steadying himself, and leans his head back, throwing his forearm over his eyes to block Ryuji from sight. ]
(those soft sounds ren emits are everything ryuji wants, lips twisting into a smirk around his cock as ren finally cracks and gasps his name. getting ren's usually calm demeanor gives ryuji such a rush, and the way he squirms and writhes under ryuji's touch only excites him further.
his fingers work harder, thrusting and stretching as they just barely brush against that spot to get a nice reaction out of ren. ryuj adores when ren tops, doing everything he can to give ryuji as much sensational pleasure as possible. but this, having control over ren, being able to see just how much his touch can affect ren, it all has an appeal that ryuji will never tire of.
but then ren falls back, his gaze hiding from ryuji, and oh, he can't have that.
he slides off ren's cock with a lewd, wet noise, leaning above ren, still looking at him with that intense stare, even if ren can't see it.) Hey. You're doing it again.
(reaching down to remove ren's arm from his eyes, ryuji calmly inserts another finger without much more than a passing glance. absolutely not the best time to have a conversation, but it's still a moment ryuji won't pass up.) You're ignoring me. I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you.
(lips crush against ren's, needy and hungry, still roughly stretching and curling his fingers inside ren in hopes of getting him to be a moaning, whining mess soon enough. it's not long before he pulls away, doing his best to tug down ren's sweatpants with one hand, which is probably more of a struggle than it's really worth. but removing his fingers from ren now is out of the question.) D'you think you're ready?
[ The loss of that heat around his cock ekes out a quiet noise that, if Ryuji listens just right, might sound almost like a whine. It's his own fault, though, and he realizes that when Ryuji's hand drags his arm away from his face. Ren's eyelids flutter before he comes to focus on his face, pupils wide and dark and ringed by gunmetal that grows sharp as he takes in the severe stare. All of that sweet, maidlike aura has dissipated, leaving only steel and sass. ]
You're not fucking me yet, Master. [ The title sounds a little bit more like a taunt or a challenge as it returns to his lips. What else can he draw out of this forceful, dominating side of Ryuji?
Then his fingertips press just the right way to crumble all of that bravado once more, pulverizing it into gasps and little jerks of his hips. Ryuji's fingers feel amazing but they're not what he needs; they don't fill him out the way he craves. ] I've been ready since we came in here. [ Not really; he knows what Ryuji means, and the soft huff of a laugh that accompanies it shows that he's only trying to convey how much he wants this.
He's almost too distracted to notice Ryuji fighting with the sweatpants, but when he speaks, Ren glances down and zeroes in immediately on something familiar, mouth going dry at the sight. ]
(having ren goad him so blatantly, trying to challenge him when there's no real challenge, only makes ryuji smile. there's absolutely no reason for ren to sass him or try to get a rise out of him, he's well on his way to getting what he wants. but there's plenty of benefit for ryuji, holding all the cards and fully guiding the night. still smiling, he leans over to press his lips against ren's neck, soft and delicate, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses, barely dragging his tongue across the still evident bite marks for added torture.) You're right. I'm not.
(he continues lavishing attention to ren's neck, smirking as he decides to play a little mean, just for a while. his fingers inside ren begin to slow immensely, curling only rarely at lazy, languid pace. he pulls his fingers away just enough that if ren tries rocking his hips to get more touch, more friction, more anything, it won't do him any good.
ryuji knows exactly how to make this as torturous as possible, and after ren's little display of sass, he's taking advantage of that knowledge.
but he sees the interest in ren's eyes, that hungry look as he's gazing down to see ryuji in his underwear. he smirks again, pulling away from ren's neck to sit upright, but keeping his fingers in ren. though they've almost completely stilled by now.
ryuji begins softly palming himself over the fabric, inhaling sharply as he does, but remaining confident as ever when he speaks.) Yeah. You like it?
(he shifts closer to ren, cupping his cock to show off to ren how hard he is, how evident the bulge has become. ryuji gasps quietly the more he strokes himself, towering over ren to make sure he has a perfect view.) Been half hard all night just thinking about coming like this. Do you like that?
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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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Just when he's beginning to zone out a bit, the brush of fingers against his hair jolts him out. Ren doesn't quite want to turn his head and disturb the contact, so he merely watches Ryuji from the corner of his eye. ]
Thank you. [ And he truly seems pleased with the compliment. Ren's small smile may not give it away, but the warmth in his eyes will be obvious to Ryuji. That part of him that likes to turn heads with his more extra antics is still there, and donning a maid costume as a surprise definitely falls under that umbrella.
The headband tips backwards on his head again, but Ren makes no move to fix it this time, keeping his hands working Ryuji's leg in the routine they've established. ]
I was hoping you would think so, Master.
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it's warm, gentle, relaxing, and ryuji already notices the stiffness in his leg dissipating after just a few minutes. the longer the massage goes on, the lazier he strokes ren's hair. he won't fall asleep, not yet, but he does rest against the couch, closing his eyes just to rest and absorb the love and attention for a while. after the day he's had, he deserves that much.
he lets out a quiet snort to the comment, cracking his eyes open to smirk as he pushes the headband off entirely while pulling ren's hair back.) Hoping, he says. Yeah, like you didn't plan on me losing my shit like I did.
(his eyes slip shut again as ren rubs his knee in just the right away to somehow erase weeks of soreness and exhaustion. it only has him settle further into the couch despite wanting to do so much more.) 'S not fair. I wanna make you get so turned on, you can't even think straight.
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So he's really not expecting the hand to move more suddenly, dragging back through his hair in a way that feels even better than the lazy pets, the headband tumbling off onto the couch.
Is it really not fair? Ren doesn't believe so. He may be calm and collected at the moment, but he's been anticipating this all day. However placid the surface is, underneath he's wound up and ready for exactly what Ryuji claims to want. It's really not going to take a whole lot to get Ren to that point now.
Unfortunately… ]
That can wait until later. Dinner should be ready now. [ And that's his cue to shift Ryuji's leg off of him so that he can get up from the couch. ]
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(but then he thinks of the meal ren put time and effort into cooking for him, even after ryuji was a little bit of an asshole for teasing ren the way he did.
so he stands up, shaking out his leg to test it and sighing in relief when he feels no lingering soreness or pain. and also making a mental note to not grind ren on his thigh every day, no matter how enticing it sounds.
following ren back to the kitchen, ryuji's hand slides into his again. the day has been so all over the place that all ryuji wants is a little consistent physical affection, not ever willing to let go of a good thing. he leans over to plant a kiss on his neck, admiring the marks he left and making a silent vow to mess up the other side just as much. and the rest of him.) My leg feels a lot better. Thanks.
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I'm glad you feel better. [ Truly, he is, on multiple levels. Ren doesn't like seeing Ryuji in pain, especially with this particularly injury, but it also means that he doesn't have to worry about his boyfriend being uncomfortable during whatever happens later on tonight.
Hand-in-hand, he leads Ryuji back towards the kitchen, where he once again releases the hold the get to work. Finishing up their meal doesn't take much, and soon he's placing two steaming pork bowls on the surface of their small table before taking a seat himself. ]
Dinner is ready, Master. [ He's clearly waiting for Ryuji to take the first bite. It's only polite, after all. ]
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because he's still wearing a maid outfit and calling him 'master' and that's never not going to be hot.
there's always going to be the desire to never let go of ren's hand, even if he needs it for something else. he knows ren needs to tend to the pot, to make sure nothing burns and ryuji gets a proper dinner. but part of him wants to whine that ren just needs one hand for it. or that ryuji can help.
lucky for ryuji, they're only separated for moments before ren is right back at his side, this time with much needed food. it doesn't hit ryuji how absolutely starving he is until a piping hot bowl is placed in front of him, the smell almost making him drool.
he barely gets out a "thanks for the meal" before shoveling still hot pork bowl into his mouth, definitely burning it, but ryuji doesn't even care, this is the best thing he's had all day. it's only when he's about halfway through his bowl that he realizes he never thanked, or really even acknowledged, all the work ren did for him. stopping mid-bite, he smiles brightly, but still a touch embarrassed.) Um... I was a lot hungrier than I thought. Thanks for making dinner, Ren. It's perfect.
(just like you was almost tacked on, but that's a little too much for ryuji at the moment. maybe later. when they can get intimate.)
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There's just the minor difference of Ren wearing a maid costume and sporting a line of hickeys down his neck, though he's working through his pork bowl so casually that one might think Ren himself is unaware. ]
You're welcome. [ A smile flickers across his lips as he meets Ryuji's eyes, but there's no more than that.
The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, and once Ren is finished, he rises from his chair, reaching behind to pat down the skirt where he was just sitting on it. Then he's collecting both of their bowls and taking them over to the sink, where he starts to wash them and clean up the small mess left behind from preparing dinner.
He's still intent on keeping up their earlier charade, it seems. ]
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plus, ryuji is just getting too horny. enough that it could kill the fun if he keeps this up.
he makes it obvious how intently he watches ren move, paying no attention to the bowls in front of him, but rather the way ren smooths over his skirt, how he glides to the sink as if walking on air. and ryuji absolutely stares at ren's ass, despite being fully covered.
he's content to stay this way, just selfishly gazing at ren as he does nothing particularly special. the way his cock begins to harden, just by looking, however, makes him change his plans entirely. and as much fun as it was messing with ren earlier, ryuji knows he's never be able to stand it if that happened again.
so he saunters over to ren once more, arms wrapping around his waist just like before, though decidedly less innocent than before. his hands trail lower than ren's hips, hovering just above his crotch, but not enough pressure to really make any sort of move. ryuji does make good on his silent goal to himself to mess up the rest of ren's neck, wasting no time pressing lips against the skin and begin sucking a dark, bruising mark. and to play extra dirty, his voice dips low in the way he only does when he wants ren naked.) Hey. Don't ignore me.
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The mouth on his neck makes it even harder to focus. ]
I'm cleaning, not ignoring you. [ Ren manages to keep the falter out of his voice; the faux-innocent tone gives away that there was certainly more intent there than his words would imply. ] If there's a task you want me to complete, you should let me know.
[ Suggestion lies just below the statement, but it's much more obvious in his movements. Rather than trying to press up into the touch hovering enticingly above his groin, he instead presses back slightly, fitting himself to Ryuji's front. ]
I'm here to make you happy, Master.
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that mouth giving ren a hard time only gets worse in seconds, teeth being added in for harsh, punishing bites. it's supposed to be a deterrent for back talk, but really, ryuji knows it'll only get ren going more. and that's really the whole purpose.) Then I want to fuck you.
(he tries to sound seductive, but his voice comes out too gravelly and nearing on desperate. ryuji is aware of how he screwed himself earlier, getting the idea in his head that ren of all people, even as a maid, would actually beg for him.
oh well. a dream for another day.
ryuji's hands finally slip under ren's skirt, greedily palming over his cock with no hesitation. he knows what he wants, and he's not about to waste time with foreplay. not until they make it to the bed, at least. raising his head to bite at ren's ear, his voice is rough and full of want as he speaks.) I want you on the bed, on me, riding my cock just like this. I want to watch you come undone while I'm pounding into you, and you just have to sit there and take it.
(a shudder of a sigh escapes his lips, growing harder just thinking about the sight he'll have in a few minutes. though he says all of that, he hasn't made any movement away from the kitchen, still idly rubbing over ren's boner while leaving bites hard enough to leave indents in his skin.) How does that sound?
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He wouldn't do the latter, though, not with Ryuji's voice right against his ear, telling him exactly what he wants to do with Ren. Even if he isn't nailing the tone he was going for, the frayed note to it and the descriptions he's spinning go right to Ren's dick. ]
Yes. [ The response slips out without him quite registering what he's saying. It takes a moment for his brain to kick in again, reminding him that that's not really an applicable response to the question posed. ]
It's—good. [ A small hitch of breath as Ryuji bites down again. His other hand braces against the counter, hips canting back against the shape of Ryuji's hardening cock. ] I want you to fuck me so hard, I feel it for days, like you're still inside me. [ So hard that the memories will hit him at the most inopportune times.
The hand on him suddenly isn't enough, no more than a tease. A plea begins to form in his mouth, words that Ren bites down on, hard enough that he thinks for a moment that his lip might start to bleed. He may want it, but he's not going to beg that easily, not after the way Ryuji taunted him. ]
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but ren isn't the only one growing desperate. having him so ready and willing under ryuji's touch is always exhilarating, no matter how many times they do this. it all happens in a blur, even for ryuji who initiates it. he swoops ren into his arms with ease, carrying him bridal style and nearly running to the bedroom. when ren tells ryuji exactly what he wants, ryuji will not waste a second giving it to him.
ryuji deposits ren gracelessly on the bed, wih ryuji following not a second later. he could say something romantic, maybe tease a little more, but with how both of them are faring right now, delaying what they both want will only cause headaches.
no time is wasted as ryuji presses his lips to ren's, greedily swiping his tongue to demand access to ren's mouth. there's nothing but desire and want behind his movements, hands sliding down his sides, hips, then under the skirt to tear off ren's underwear, not caring if he actually did tear it.
there are so many more important things to focus on now, like the feeling of ren's bare cock under his touch. his movements are lazy and slow, his attention on the kiss with soft sighs and quiet moans, and only breaking away to take a breath.) Gimme the lube.
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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. ]
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once the bottle is handed to him, ryuji presses one more kiss to ren's lips, before pulling away. he's trying not to rush, but there's just too much energy in him to play the long game he had in mind. spend an insanely long time stretching ren, gently biting and kissing him while whispering how hot he is, only to end with fucking him sweet and slow.
yeah, that is all getting thrown out in favor of meeting ren's demands.
ryuji lathers his fingers in lube, only spending enough time to warm them just enough so ren won't be struck by sudden cold. but before the continues, watching the way ren pulls up his skirt, ryuji reacts on instinct, gripping his sleeve to stop the motion.) Don't.
(the command is out before he can even think, and rather than embarrassingly backtrack, ryuji commits, answering ren's eyes with his own confidence. he'll meet any challenge ren sets.) Leave it on. I want to fuck you like this.
(being embarrassed or ashamed isn't going to get them anywhere, and ryuji has learned ren is far more accepting of things than ryuji knew. so he'll be taking advantage of that tonight.
finally prepared, ryuji slowly inserts one finger inside ren, but he only spends a few brief moments stretching with just one before a second follows. he knows ren likes a little pain, but also that ren would stop him if things got too painful.
he spends more time with two fingers, spreading and curling and looking for just the right places to get some screams out of ren. but just leaving it simply at that wouldn't be any fun, so without any warning, ryuji takes ren's cock into his mouth. ryuji only teases him at the start, his lips going just past the tip as his tongue drags over the head in agonizing slow movements. firing a look right back at ren, there's a challenging fire in ryuji's eyes, silently demanding that ren last.)
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He manages to remain collected—as much as he can be, anyway, with his breath coming quicker and warmth glowing from his face all the way down his neck. Even when the finger slips inside, he only gives a soft exhale. Ren is always quiet and deliberate, not one to talk without purpose or use his words lightly. When he speaks up in bed, it's the same way: often for the sake of communication, although he's noticed over time that Ryuji seems to like the noises that occasionally break out and the moments that he does voice his thoughts.
So maybe it's a little bit for Ryuji's benefit too when he doesn't bite down on a surprise noise quickly enough, the sudden presence of a mouth of his dick taking him off guard. ]
Ah— Ryuji… [ That part is unintentional. He doesn't mean for his character to slip, but Ryuji's fingers slide just so inside of him, calling forth a wave of pleasure so overwhelming that Ren feels like his skin isn't enough to contain him. His hips cant of their own accord, trying to chase that point of contact.
When the intensity of it ebbs away, he's left with the sting of Ryuji's fingers stretching him, a great sensation in its own right. Ren shifts his sights down and while the skirt blocks some of the view, Ryuji's hard stare is clear as day, boring into him and telling him to hold back. Little does he know, that look is making it that much harder to do so; Ren breathes out slowly, steadying himself, and leans his head back, throwing his forearm over his eyes to block Ryuji from sight. ]
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his fingers work harder, thrusting and stretching as they just barely brush against that spot to get a nice reaction out of ren. ryuj adores when ren tops, doing everything he can to give ryuji as much sensational pleasure as possible. but this, having control over ren, being able to see just how much his touch can affect ren, it all has an appeal that ryuji will never tire of.
but then ren falls back, his gaze hiding from ryuji, and oh, he can't have that.
he slides off ren's cock with a lewd, wet noise, leaning above ren, still looking at him with that intense stare, even if ren can't see it.) Hey. You're doing it again.
(reaching down to remove ren's arm from his eyes, ryuji calmly inserts another finger without much more than a passing glance. absolutely not the best time to have a conversation, but it's still a moment ryuji won't pass up.) You're ignoring me. I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you.
(lips crush against ren's, needy and hungry, still roughly stretching and curling his fingers inside ren in hopes of getting him to be a moaning, whining mess soon enough. it's not long before he pulls away, doing his best to tug down ren's sweatpants with one hand, which is probably more of a struggle than it's really worth. but removing his fingers from ren now is out of the question.) D'you think you're ready?
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You're not fucking me yet, Master. [ The title sounds a little bit more like a taunt or a challenge as it returns to his lips. What else can he draw out of this forceful, dominating side of Ryuji?
Then his fingertips press just the right way to crumble all of that bravado once more, pulverizing it into gasps and little jerks of his hips. Ryuji's fingers feel amazing but they're not what he needs; they don't fill him out the way he craves. ] I've been ready since we came in here. [ Not really; he knows what Ryuji means, and the soft huff of a laugh that accompanies it shows that he's only trying to convey how much he wants this.
He's almost too distracted to notice Ryuji fighting with the sweatpants, but when he speaks, Ren glances down and zeroes in immediately on something familiar, mouth going dry at the sight. ]
… Is that my underwear?
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(he continues lavishing attention to ren's neck, smirking as he decides to play a little mean, just for a while. his fingers inside ren begin to slow immensely, curling only rarely at lazy, languid pace. he pulls his fingers away just enough that if ren tries rocking his hips to get more touch, more friction, more anything, it won't do him any good.
ryuji knows exactly how to make this as torturous as possible, and after ren's little display of sass, he's taking advantage of that knowledge.
but he sees the interest in ren's eyes, that hungry look as he's gazing down to see ryuji in his underwear. he smirks again, pulling away from ren's neck to sit upright, but keeping his fingers in ren. though they've almost completely stilled by now.
ryuji begins softly palming himself over the fabric, inhaling sharply as he does, but remaining confident as ever when he speaks.) Yeah. You like it?
(he shifts closer to ren, cupping his cock to show off to ren how hard he is, how evident the bulge has become. ryuji gasps quietly the more he strokes himself, towering over ren to make sure he has a perfect view.) Been half hard all night just thinking about coming like this. Do you like that?
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