[ It's gusted against Yusuke's heated skin, a secret for a secret. Soft so that it hides Ren's genuine bashfulness over being, in so many words, fantasy fodder that he has to deflect or risk burning up into ash, and that's good for no one and nothing. He finds that he loves and fears so close a scrutiny of some who, as mentioned, is this terrifyingly sincere in his attentions and Ren shivers for the passion of his kisses, the sheer adoration in his gentle explorations.
It's one thing to admit that he lay awake at night wishing that a particular person were in his bed, helping fight the quiet and isolation. The reality of him, the pressure of Yusuke narrowing his world down to him is just the alchemic mix of hot and scary to turn the whole thing into a thrilling jolt that shoots down his spine and sends goosebumps far and wide. Ren is not being examined. Ren is being committed to memory.
When he can't reach Yusuke Ren sits on the edge of the mattress and curls his fingers loosely atop his thighs, shifting when prompted to shed his pants. When he can reach Yusuke it's with utmost care that he cards a touch through his dark hair, gently straightening the strands so as to distract himself from the rampant arousal wreaking havoc on him from Yusuke's careful study. The categorization. ]
That's high praise coming from someone who'd know.
[ And there's little that Ren can do but sit there and take it, squirming on the bed with a bit of discomfort mostly having to do with being painfully hard. But Ren uses every inch of his restraint to run encouraging fingers down Yusuke's pale neck and across his shoulders, at one point nudging the top of his foot up against the other boy's heavy cock and letting the light friction work its magic.
But a guy can only take so much, you know? Ren is still gentle the whole while, letting Yusuke see what he wants to while his cock aches for relief, but Ren can only ignore it so long. At length his nails scrape lightly up the back of the submissive's neck and if Yusuke wants to look up at Ren there would be the familiar quiet affection Ren holds for them all, but cut sharply with a heat that is Yusuke's alone. Like fire that wouldn't hurt him to touch. ]
I expect a good painting to come out of all that study. [ He already has the best subject, of course. Ren's hand cups the other boy's nape, not insistent, but a guiding pressure ready to help with the task at hand. Ren's voice is little more than a rumbling storm cloud, a downpour in want of the first drop to fall. ] Or at least an interesting few pages in your sketchbook.
[ His gaze fixes on the rosy tint of Yusuke's mouth, a wetness that speaks of a taste yet unfulfilled and god does Ren want him to slake his curiosity. His free hand stirs, coming off his thigh to draw across that red bottom lip. ]
no subject
[ It's gusted against Yusuke's heated skin, a secret for a secret. Soft so that it hides Ren's genuine bashfulness over being, in so many words, fantasy fodder that he has to deflect or risk burning up into ash, and that's good for no one and nothing. He finds that he loves and fears so close a scrutiny of some who, as mentioned, is this terrifyingly sincere in his attentions and Ren shivers for the passion of his kisses, the sheer adoration in his gentle explorations.
It's one thing to admit that he lay awake at night wishing that a particular person were in his bed, helping fight the quiet and isolation. The reality of him, the pressure of Yusuke narrowing his world down to him is just the alchemic mix of hot and scary to turn the whole thing into a thrilling jolt that shoots down his spine and sends goosebumps far and wide. Ren is not being examined. Ren is being committed to memory.
When he can't reach Yusuke Ren sits on the edge of the mattress and curls his fingers loosely atop his thighs, shifting when prompted to shed his pants. When he can reach Yusuke it's with utmost care that he cards a touch through his dark hair, gently straightening the strands so as to distract himself from the rampant arousal wreaking havoc on him from Yusuke's careful study. The categorization. ]
That's high praise coming from someone who'd know.
[ And there's little that Ren can do but sit there and take it, squirming on the bed with a bit of discomfort mostly having to do with being painfully hard. But Ren uses every inch of his restraint to run encouraging fingers down Yusuke's pale neck and across his shoulders, at one point nudging the top of his foot up against the other boy's heavy cock and letting the light friction work its magic.
But a guy can only take so much, you know? Ren is still gentle the whole while, letting Yusuke see what he wants to while his cock aches for relief, but Ren can only ignore it so long. At length his nails scrape lightly up the back of the submissive's neck and if Yusuke wants to look up at Ren there would be the familiar quiet affection Ren holds for them all, but cut sharply with a heat that is Yusuke's alone. Like fire that wouldn't hurt him to touch. ]
I expect a good painting to come out of all that study. [ He already has the best subject, of course. Ren's hand cups the other boy's nape, not insistent, but a guiding pressure ready to help with the task at hand. Ren's voice is little more than a rumbling storm cloud, a downpour in want of the first drop to fall. ] Or at least an interesting few pages in your sketchbook.
[ His gaze fixes on the rosy tint of Yusuke's mouth, a wetness that speaks of a taste yet unfulfilled and god does Ren want him to slake his curiosity. His free hand stirs, coming off his thigh to draw across that red bottom lip. ]
Gorgeous.