[ Yusuke is an observer. An outsider even within their band of misfits, he watched them, saw the girls looking at Ren the same way he did, like the whole world opened and closed on the smile of one part-time barista. Yes, it was for the Phantom Thieves, in part, whether it was worth worrying about or not, but a bigger part was the voice drilled into his head long before they'd even met, so deep and so often that it won't unscrew. It says nobody will want him, nobody will care about him, he's no use to anyone beyond what he creates. The same refrains that kept him from crying for help all those years haunted him then, and they follow him now, even with their maker out of his life and a world away.
Hence, the prison of heartache that Ren seems hell-bent on breaking him out of, taking bolt cutters to every bar until he becomes this. A lovesick mess looking down at the other boy, his mouth open and lips wet, wondering if he feels the same warmth all over as he does, if that's even possible without them both melting into a puddle onto the vinyl flooring. ]
Yes, of course. We'll sort it out first thing in the morning.
[ He returns the gesture, not quite in sync, but with a weighty breath that's part sensation and half marveling at the fact that Ren is as hard as he is. Just as it's sinking in that he really wants him, he watches him take his thumb into his mouth. Such a wanton display of desire that makes him flush up to his ears and grind again against Ren's inner thigh, that he's almost thankful that it ends, so he can stop fantasizing about those pretty lips being wrapped around him for real and just make it happen. ]
I want you, all of you.
[ Yusuke's hands meet his between them, working on getting Ren's pants off, too. His hands are nimble, which is useful, in the time it takes to press another kiss to his partner's lips, he'd already gotten a smooth grope of his ass. His attention turns back to the front though, cupping his bulge and looking down between them (he prefers it in the light, he thinks) before propositioning him further. ]
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Hence, the prison of heartache that Ren seems hell-bent on breaking him out of, taking bolt cutters to every bar until he becomes this. A lovesick mess looking down at the other boy, his mouth open and lips wet, wondering if he feels the same warmth all over as he does, if that's even possible without them both melting into a puddle onto the vinyl flooring. ]
Yes, of course. We'll sort it out first thing in the morning.
[ He returns the gesture, not quite in sync, but with a weighty breath that's part sensation and half marveling at the fact that Ren is as hard as he is. Just as it's sinking in that he really wants him, he watches him take his thumb into his mouth. Such a wanton display of desire that makes him flush up to his ears and grind again against Ren's inner thigh, that he's almost thankful that it ends, so he can stop fantasizing about those pretty lips being wrapped around him for real and just make it happen. ]
I want you, all of you.
[ Yusuke's hands meet his between them, working on getting Ren's pants off, too. His hands are nimble, which is useful, in the time it takes to press another kiss to his partner's lips, he'd already gotten a smooth grope of his ass. His attention turns back to the front though, cupping his bulge and looking down between them (he prefers it in the light, he thinks) before propositioning him further. ]
I want to try pleasing you with my mouth. May I?
[ Not great at dirty talk, this one. ]