[ 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...
(hearing the cries that escape from ren's lips has ryuji smirking into ren's neck. that's what he's been waiting to hear all night, ren completely losing all inhibitions and ryuji able to have his way with him entirely.
ren's trust in ryuji isn't misplaced, keeping a grip firm enough to leave bruises, but gentle enough that ren won't have to worry about any real pain coming to him. but there's just enough of a mix of pleasure and pain for ren thanks to ryuji thrusting into him so deeply and intensely. thanks to his long stamina from running track for years, ryuji has no inclination of ending any time soon.
ryuji can feel the heat radiating from ren, and between the two of them, it's enough to make the entire room feel hot to the touch. though this position is the best for letting ren get all he wants out of the evening, it leaves ryuji with very little options for where else to touch.
so as he thrusts deep into ren, his teeth and tongue work over the same area, littering ren's pale skin with dark bruises and red bite marks. entering society tomorrow will prove challenging for sure.) R-really... had no idea. Not like you wearing a maid outfit... was a giveaway or anything...
[ The marks Ryuji is leaving all over him are definitely going to pose an issue, but right in this moment, Ren doesn't care. He wants the bite of his teeth and the rough pressure of his fingers digging in to leave precious mementos of tonight all over him. Maybe Ryuji will even tease over them again another night, abusing the sensitivity of the bruises to give him more of his pain-edged pleasure. ]
Maybe I just wanted to do... some cl-cleaning... in the right uniform for it...
[ But it's hard to make it sound like an effortless joke when he's gasping softly at each thrust, the motions jostling the layers of the skirt around his heavy cock. It's not nearly enough contact for Ren, merely a tease. Maybe, with enough time, Ryuji's pounding into his ass could coax an untouched orgasm out of him, but the strain of his cock is too fiery to ignore right now.
Hoping that it won't draw Ryuji's ire (well, part of him kind of wants it to), Ren drops his hand between them. Fingers push aside the fabric and curl against flushed skin. A breath hisses through his teeth, relieved at the contact, and the first jerk of his fist around his dick draws out a clipped moan. ]
(ryuji can't help but let out a laugh, a breathy, gasping laugh as ren shifts in just the right way to send a shiver down ryuji's spine. only with ren could he be so amused and so turned on at the same time.) Cleaning... y-yeah right. You didn't clean anything...
(as if punishing ren for trying to make such a lame cover story, ryuji thrusts in once more, hard as he can, to really make ren lose it. he returns to a normal pace after that, making sure to get the point across that he'll only make it painful when ren does something to warrant it.
ryuji is content with keeping things going as they are, but then he sees ren make a move, a move that he simply can't ignore. he waits patiently, to see if ren really will go through with it, and then ryuji retaliates.
even if ren is relieved at the contact, ryuji takes it away immediately. he grips ren's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. by this point, ryuji is holding ren up by nothing more than his hips and thrusts. it's certainly a much harder position to hold, but it gets the point across.) What do you think you're doing? Am I not good enough?
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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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ren's trust in ryuji isn't misplaced, keeping a grip firm enough to leave bruises, but gentle enough that ren won't have to worry about any real pain coming to him. but there's just enough of a mix of pleasure and pain for ren thanks to ryuji thrusting into him so deeply and intensely. thanks to his long stamina from running track for years, ryuji has no inclination of ending any time soon.
ryuji can feel the heat radiating from ren, and between the two of them, it's enough to make the entire room feel hot to the touch. though this position is the best for letting ren get all he wants out of the evening, it leaves ryuji with very little options for where else to touch.
so as he thrusts deep into ren, his teeth and tongue work over the same area, littering ren's pale skin with dark bruises and red bite marks. entering society tomorrow will prove challenging for sure.) R-really... had no idea. Not like you wearing a maid outfit... was a giveaway or anything...
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Maybe I just wanted to do... some cl-cleaning... in the right uniform for it...
[ But it's hard to make it sound like an effortless joke when he's gasping softly at each thrust, the motions jostling the layers of the skirt around his heavy cock. It's not nearly enough contact for Ren, merely a tease. Maybe, with enough time, Ryuji's pounding into his ass could coax an untouched orgasm out of him, but the strain of his cock is too fiery to ignore right now.
Hoping that it won't draw Ryuji's ire (well, part of him kind of wants it to), Ren drops his hand between them. Fingers push aside the fabric and curl against flushed skin. A breath hisses through his teeth, relieved at the contact, and the first jerk of his fist around his dick draws out a clipped moan. ]
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(as if punishing ren for trying to make such a lame cover story, ryuji thrusts in once more, hard as he can, to really make ren lose it. he returns to a normal pace after that, making sure to get the point across that he'll only make it painful when ren does something to warrant it.
ryuji is content with keeping things going as they are, but then he sees ren make a move, a move that he simply can't ignore. he waits patiently, to see if ren really will go through with it, and then ryuji retaliates.
even if ren is relieved at the contact, ryuji takes it away immediately. he grips ren's wrists, pinning them above his head against the wall. by this point, ryuji is holding ren up by nothing more than his hips and thrusts. it's certainly a much harder position to hold, but it gets the point across.) What do you think you're doing? Am I not good enough?