[ 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?
[ It may seem like goading where it's not needed, but the smirk that inches over Ryuji's face, more dangerously edged than even the one that appeared in battle, is a reward that makes this grave he's dug completely worth it. He'll accept the consequences that come along with it. Just bury him here under all of these teasing touches.
Even so, Ren can't help the squirm of his hips down towards the stilled fingers, a fruitless motion.
One that still, along with the rest of his body, when Ryuji begins to palm over his crotch. That's... quite a sight. Ren's eyes go a little wider as he perhaps has his own sexual discovery tonight—that seeing Ryuji touching himself for Ren to watch is a massive turn-on.
So it's every bit as effective as Ryuji probably intends for it to be. He doesn't have an answer the first time Ryuji asks, but his cock fills in the gap where words should fall by giving an interested twitch.
The second time, he finds the focus to respond, wetting his bitten lips with a swipe of his tongue before he speaks up. ] Yeah. [ God yes, more accurately. ] You look amazing...
[ It's not empty flattery to get what he wants; Ren would never do that. Ryuji really does appear like something out of a fantasy, showing off the outline of his dick through Ren's underwear, soft sounds falling from his lips as he touches himself. Seeing him come like this would be one hell of a memory, but the rest of him wants that inside of him one way or another. ]
(seeing that desire and lust be so evident in ren's eyes is all ryuji needed to discover a little bit more about ren tonight. that's definitely something he's going to come back to, when the two of them aren't desperate and aching for something more than just ryuji's playful touches.
but ren is getting needier, that much is certain. and with ryuji being fully hard, he's not that interested in teasing ren for much longer. he removes his fingers from inside ren quickly, shucking off the underwear and grabbing the lube. he's well aware he's in a rushing frenzy, and it's hard not to be with ren underneath him, so willing and ready for ryuji to do whatever he wants.
it's a quick process to slick his cock, being careful not to go too far and come before they even get to the best part, even if the desire to stroke himself is strong.
but he's fully prepped soon enough, excitement coursing through him as he steadies himself to enter ren...
and promptly hesitates as he gets ideas.) Hold on.
(ryuji almost whines as he pulls himself away from ren, who still looks unbelievably tempting and beautiful. but ryuji wants to get all he can out of this, and he wants ren to have an even better time if possible.
arms wrap around ren's torso to hoist him off the bed with far less grace than he hoped, and shoves ren roughly against the wall. ryuji's own strength keeps him pinned there, and for the most part, unable to move. hands coast down his body, over his ass and to his thighs, adjusting them so ren's legs wrap around ryuji's waist as a form of stability.
it's already a better position for ryuji, able to be so close, chest to chest, hip to hip, fully in control of ren's movements, able to make things as rough or gentle as he wants. there's a brief flash of an absolutely wicked smirk on ryuji's face before hiding in the crook of ren's neck as he lavishes kiss after bite on his skin.) This is better.
(and not willing to keep ren waiting any longer, ryuji's hands firmly gripping ren's ass to hold him still. he enters him at an agonizing pace, slow and inch by inch. he gasps quietly against ren's neck the deeper he goes, the occasional mumbled curse as he's filled with pure bliss before even thrusting. it leaves him shuddering to think about how much better things will be in just a few moments.)
[ Even with the haze of arousal swirling in his mind, Ren manages to watch with laser focus as Ryuji yanks off the underwear, cock popping free. He looks so good, so flushed and hard and ready, that it takes all of his will power not to pounce from this submissive position and pin his boyfriend to the bed. It would be so easy to turn the tables and coax out that sweet, flustered look he gets whenever Ren is especially forward...
Next time, he resolves. There are other goals to be fulfilled tonight, ones that have to do with muscles fluttering around the lack of Ryuji's fingers and the heady rush that comes with how he guides himself between Ren's thighs.
—and then abruptly pulls away again. A protest forms on his tongue at the sudden change of plans, but he swallows it down, pushing himself up onto his elbows to observe whatever Ryuji is doing. Ren trusts that whatever he's up to will be worth it.
It turns out that all this new position does it make it easier for Ryuji to heft him up into his arms and spin him against the wall. A heavy exhale puffs from his lungs as some of the wind is knocked out of him. The stars in his eyes, however, have nothing to do with how startled he is, eyes lighting up with the realization of what's about to happen. ]
You spoil me, Master. [ He manages to remember it this time, perhaps reminded by the bunch of the skirt between them, eyes bright with a cocktail of mirth and affection and arousal.
Ren's legs tuck tighter around Ryuji's middle, wedging his weight back against the wall a bit more to make it easier for him to maintain the hold in the long run. After all, Ryuji's isn't lacking in stamina in the least.
How slow he takes it is both a blessing and a curse, burning him up inside with each fraction of push. His muscles sting with it even after being stretched and teased. That pain only doubles down on the pleasure of it, though, amplifying it as Ryuji reaches deep inside of him. ]
Ryuji... [ His fingers curl into what he can grasp of that short, spiky hair. ] Move. Please.
(there's subtle ways ren behaves differently during sex, ones ryuji has learned to pick up on. the way his legs wrap tighter around ryuji's waist, or how ren grabs and clutches whatever skin he can. just little things like that make ryuji pay attention to how slowly ren grows desperate during foreplay, and make him all too aware of how much he's aching to be fucked.
and it only makes ryuji want to tease him more. he knows he should lighten up, give ren what he's truly been wanting since the start. but ryuji is often so caught up in ren taking control that he doesn't get many chances of his own to drive ren crazy.
pressing himself closer to ren, he frees one hand from ren's hips and roughly brushes ren's hair out of his face to get a clear look. his eyes are blown wide, there's a dark dusting of red covering his face, and the way his mouth hangs open is only too inviting to ryuji.) Whatever you say.
(with that, he shoves his mouth to ren's for a kiss, hot and excited and dying to taste him. his welcome home kiss from earlier was certainly pleasant, but ryuji is craving lust and pleasure more than anything right now.
and if only to prove just how in control he is, ryuji obeys ren and begins moving. but slowly. his cock drags out of ren, going as slow as possible, and thrusts back in the same way. but he keeps his grip tight and ren firmly pinned to the wall to prevent him from thrusting down on ryuji's cock.
it's still enough for him to moan into the kiss, fist clutching ren's hair as he almost painfully slowly exits and reenters ren. ryuji absolutely has not given up on making ren beg.)
[ Ren reacts to the kiss with all of the enthusiasm of a man stranded in a desert getting ahold of a sip of water—immediate and greedy for whatever he can get. Tongues clash as he drinks in whatever he can of Ryuji, tasting vague hints of dinner there but mostly relishing in the slick, warm slide as the come together.
The press of their mouths muffles a soft groan as Ryuji honors his wish. It's excruciatingly slow, equal parts teasing and punishing. He feels the drag of every inch inside of him, searing him from the inside out. It's better than him not moving at all, but Ren wants more, and the way Ryuji has him pushed against the wall is keeping him from getting it.
He breaks the kiss to thunk his head back in pleasure as well as frustration. He's not sure if his vision is swimming due to the gentle throbbing at the back of his skull now or the intense feeling of Ryuji working in and out of him, but either way, it's narrowed down, fuzzed around the edges until the only thing he can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him, inside of him, all over him. ]
Ryuji... [ Ren knows what he wants. He said it earlier: for him to beg for it. There's appeal in playing hard-to-get, but right now, all he really cares about is the part where he does, in fact, get. Get pounded by Ryuji, to be precise. ] Please...
[ Will he want more than that? He did already say "please," after all. Huffing out a breath, Ren continues. ]
(and that's exactly what ryuji was hoping for. ren caving, and his need for ryuji to fuck him outweighing his need to keep up the act and try to control how the night goes. with his usual toothy grin against ren's hear, he whispers quietly.) That wasn't so hard, was it?
(and to answer ren's plea, ryuji wastes no time drawing himself almost completely out of ren before thrusting up into him as hard as his hips will allow. and with his stamina, ryuji is able to keep up that brutally hard pace just as long as ren is willing. his breath comes out in quick, rough pants, gripping ren tighter with each thrust, every slam of his hips against ren's.
all the teasing and goading and banter makes this all the more rewarding, and even more so with how compliant and needy all of it got ren. really, that's the best part of this. he got ren to beg, in a maid outfit no less. that's a memory for ryuji to treasure for the rest of his life.
right now, though, he know ren needs his attention more. gentle kisses to his ear, languid licks across his neck, all in complete contrast to the absolutely punishing pace ryuji has. though it's not meant to be actually punishing, he knows fully well just how rough ren likes it. even still, ryuji can't help but be a little sweet and caring at a time like this.
with a death grip on ren's hips, his head raises slowly next to ren's ear, hot gasps blowing as ryuji mumbles out words.) Fuck... I'd been hoping for this as soon as I saw you.
[ The ghost of Ryuji's breath warming his ear has him strangling a whine deep in his throat. He's so close, so very close to getting what he needs—
And just like that, he does. It rips a cry out before Ren can help it. Ryuji drives him into him with a relentless pace that only a track star can maintain, striking him so deep each time that it seems to knock the breath right out of him and turn his lower body to jelly. His legs scrabble against Ryuji's back, trying to hook anew around him. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend would never let him slip and hit the floor, but the shift as Ryuji pounds into him gives the slightest extra edge to the friction.
The tenderness provides a counterpoint to the rough rhythm of his hips. Ren doesn't turn it away—in fact, he welcomes the doting attention from Ryuji's mouth, tongue leaving a shin over his flushed skin. ]
Wh—what a coincidence... [ Even like this, he can't help being a little cheeky, though the edges of what smile he can manage are turned sweet and wanting. ] Me too...
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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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Even so, Ren can't help the squirm of his hips down towards the stilled fingers, a fruitless motion.
One that still, along with the rest of his body, when Ryuji begins to palm over his crotch. That's... quite a sight. Ren's eyes go a little wider as he perhaps has his own sexual discovery tonight—that seeing Ryuji touching himself for Ren to watch is a massive turn-on.
So it's every bit as effective as Ryuji probably intends for it to be. He doesn't have an answer the first time Ryuji asks, but his cock fills in the gap where words should fall by giving an interested twitch.
The second time, he finds the focus to respond, wetting his bitten lips with a swipe of his tongue before he speaks up. ] Yeah. [ God yes, more accurately. ] You look amazing...
[ It's not empty flattery to get what he wants; Ren would never do that. Ryuji really does appear like something out of a fantasy, showing off the outline of his dick through Ren's underwear, soft sounds falling from his lips as he touches himself. Seeing him come like this would be one hell of a memory, but the rest of him wants that inside of him one way or another. ]
I want to feel you.
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but ren is getting needier, that much is certain. and with ryuji being fully hard, he's not that interested in teasing ren for much longer. he removes his fingers from inside ren quickly, shucking off the underwear and grabbing the lube. he's well aware he's in a rushing frenzy, and it's hard not to be with ren underneath him, so willing and ready for ryuji to do whatever he wants.
it's a quick process to slick his cock, being careful not to go too far and come before they even get to the best part, even if the desire to stroke himself is strong.
but he's fully prepped soon enough, excitement coursing through him as he steadies himself to enter ren...
and promptly hesitates as he gets ideas.) Hold on.
(ryuji almost whines as he pulls himself away from ren, who still looks unbelievably tempting and beautiful. but ryuji wants to get all he can out of this, and he wants ren to have an even better time if possible.
arms wrap around ren's torso to hoist him off the bed with far less grace than he hoped, and shoves ren roughly against the wall. ryuji's own strength keeps him pinned there, and for the most part, unable to move. hands coast down his body, over his ass and to his thighs, adjusting them so ren's legs wrap around ryuji's waist as a form of stability.
it's already a better position for ryuji, able to be so close, chest to chest, hip to hip, fully in control of ren's movements, able to make things as rough or gentle as he wants. there's a brief flash of an absolutely wicked smirk on ryuji's face before hiding in the crook of ren's neck as he lavishes kiss after bite on his skin.) This is better.
(and not willing to keep ren waiting any longer, ryuji's hands firmly gripping ren's ass to hold him still. he enters him at an agonizing pace, slow and inch by inch. he gasps quietly against ren's neck the deeper he goes, the occasional mumbled curse as he's filled with pure bliss before even thrusting. it leaves him shuddering to think about how much better things will be in just a few moments.)
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Next time, he resolves. There are other goals to be fulfilled tonight, ones that have to do with muscles fluttering around the lack of Ryuji's fingers and the heady rush that comes with how he guides himself between Ren's thighs.
—and then abruptly pulls away again. A protest forms on his tongue at the sudden change of plans, but he swallows it down, pushing himself up onto his elbows to observe whatever Ryuji is doing. Ren trusts that whatever he's up to will be worth it.
It turns out that all this new position does it make it easier for Ryuji to heft him up into his arms and spin him against the wall. A heavy exhale puffs from his lungs as some of the wind is knocked out of him. The stars in his eyes, however, have nothing to do with how startled he is, eyes lighting up with the realization of what's about to happen. ]
You spoil me, Master. [ He manages to remember it this time, perhaps reminded by the bunch of the skirt between them, eyes bright with a cocktail of mirth and affection and arousal.
Ren's legs tuck tighter around Ryuji's middle, wedging his weight back against the wall a bit more to make it easier for him to maintain the hold in the long run. After all, Ryuji's isn't lacking in stamina in the least.
How slow he takes it is both a blessing and a curse, burning him up inside with each fraction of push. His muscles sting with it even after being stretched and teased. That pain only doubles down on the pleasure of it, though, amplifying it as Ryuji reaches deep inside of him. ]
Ryuji... [ His fingers curl into what he can grasp of that short, spiky hair. ] Move. Please.
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and it only makes ryuji want to tease him more. he knows he should lighten up, give ren what he's truly been wanting since the start. but ryuji is often so caught up in ren taking control that he doesn't get many chances of his own to drive ren crazy.
pressing himself closer to ren, he frees one hand from ren's hips and roughly brushes ren's hair out of his face to get a clear look. his eyes are blown wide, there's a dark dusting of red covering his face, and the way his mouth hangs open is only too inviting to ryuji.) Whatever you say.
(with that, he shoves his mouth to ren's for a kiss, hot and excited and dying to taste him. his welcome home kiss from earlier was certainly pleasant, but ryuji is craving lust and pleasure more than anything right now.
and if only to prove just how in control he is, ryuji obeys ren and begins moving. but slowly. his cock drags out of ren, going as slow as possible, and thrusts back in the same way. but he keeps his grip tight and ren firmly pinned to the wall to prevent him from thrusting down on ryuji's cock.
it's still enough for him to moan into the kiss, fist clutching ren's hair as he almost painfully slowly exits and reenters ren. ryuji absolutely has not given up on making ren beg.)
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The press of their mouths muffles a soft groan as Ryuji honors his wish. It's excruciatingly slow, equal parts teasing and punishing. He feels the drag of every inch inside of him, searing him from the inside out. It's better than him not moving at all, but Ren wants more, and the way Ryuji has him pushed against the wall is keeping him from getting it.
He breaks the kiss to thunk his head back in pleasure as well as frustration. He's not sure if his vision is swimming due to the gentle throbbing at the back of his skull now or the intense feeling of Ryuji working in and out of him, but either way, it's narrowed down, fuzzed around the edges until the only thing he can focus on is his boyfriend in front of him, inside of him, all over him. ]
Ryuji... [ Ren knows what he wants. He said it earlier: for him to beg for it. There's appeal in playing hard-to-get, but right now, all he really cares about is the part where he does, in fact, get. Get pounded by Ryuji, to be precise. ] Please...
[ Will he want more than that? He did already say "please," after all. Huffing out a breath, Ren continues. ]
I need you.
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(and to answer ren's plea, ryuji wastes no time drawing himself almost completely out of ren before thrusting up into him as hard as his hips will allow. and with his stamina, ryuji is able to keep up that brutally hard pace just as long as ren is willing. his breath comes out in quick, rough pants, gripping ren tighter with each thrust, every slam of his hips against ren's.
all the teasing and goading and banter makes this all the more rewarding, and even more so with how compliant and needy all of it got ren. really, that's the best part of this. he got ren to beg, in a maid outfit no less. that's a memory for ryuji to treasure for the rest of his life.
right now, though, he know ren needs his attention more. gentle kisses to his ear, languid licks across his neck, all in complete contrast to the absolutely punishing pace ryuji has. though it's not meant to be actually punishing, he knows fully well just how rough ren likes it. even still, ryuji can't help but be a little sweet and caring at a time like this.
with a death grip on ren's hips, his head raises slowly next to ren's ear, hot gasps blowing as ryuji mumbles out words.) Fuck... I'd been hoping for this as soon as I saw you.
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And just like that, he does. It rips a cry out before Ren can help it. Ryuji drives him into him with a relentless pace that only a track star can maintain, striking him so deep each time that it seems to knock the breath right out of him and turn his lower body to jelly. His legs scrabble against Ryuji's back, trying to hook anew around him. He knows for a fact that his boyfriend would never let him slip and hit the floor, but the shift as Ryuji pounds into him gives the slightest extra edge to the friction.
The tenderness provides a counterpoint to the rough rhythm of his hips. Ren doesn't turn it away—in fact, he welcomes the doting attention from Ryuji's mouth, tongue leaving a shin over his flushed skin. ]
Wh—what a coincidence... [ Even like this, he can't help being a little cheeky, though the edges of what smile he can manage are turned sweet and wanting. ] Me too...
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