[ The Phantom Thieves are dedicated to destroying the rot of society, the palaces merely the strongholds of those corrupted to the core with their sins. Sin by itself? Well, some would say that the Phantom Thieves' justice is itself a sin. All that matters is perspective and purpose, and when Ren looks down on the top of Yusuke's head what is he meant to see besides the obscene stretch of those lips around his cock, the feverish dedication to learning the shape of Ren via mouth and tongue alone? How, he asks, is this supposed to be wrong when Yusuke looks positively blissed out to be on his knees for his leader?
The truth is Ren lost control of the situation a long time ago. Back in the kitchen, back on the couch, back when he spoke his feelings over text and thought he could get away with it, play it cool. He said that this could be an act of either designation, and Yusuke is proving from the outset that his spirit of rebellion has not dimmed. This is not the act of a submissive. This is a plan of attack - of studying and conquering a most willing battlefield. ]
Shit.
[ The panting only quickens the harder Yusuke works, the hand in Yusuke's hair tightening, but forcing nothing. Even when he is taken deep into the artist's gloriously hot mouth, laving his cock just right, and Ren swears he can feel the back of Yusuke's tongue brushing the head even when he's on his way back down, embracing every square centimeter he can wrap around. Ren's control doesn't break to the waves of pleasure breaking over his willpower yet. Although, if his mouth doesn't get Ren, the predatory look in his eyes might, the surety that what Yusuke is doing to Ren is destroying him brick by brick and Ren, helpless against nothing and no one, can't lift a finger to stop it. Who knew Yusuke would turn out to be a dick-sucking savant?
Entranced with the lewd glint that shines across his spit-slicked mouth, Ren's grip leaves the back of Yusuke's head to draw forward when he's sucked down. His thumb holds curiously to his partner's check, both a caress and a question, a prying pressure so he can feel himself inside Yusuke's mouth, groaning softly, feeling throat muscles work hard. ]
Yusuke, f-fuck...how are you so good at this?
[ His thumb moves, tracing the distorted shape of Yusuke's lips, finding the crease of his mouth and pushing in alongside his stiffness to see how much Yusuke could fit, if maybe he could make him happier with more, push him, see how far he's willing to go for Ren. Ren's hips hitch, sinking deeper into Yusuke's throat by degrees as he bobs and sucks, and as Ren's bright eyes watch his partner an immutable sense of pride and sinful doting slip into Ren's features. ]
Did you try it before? Maybe with your fingers, maybe a paintbrush handle.
[ His foot shifts again, long after Yusuke may have forgotten it still lay tucked beneath his cock. Ren presses down on top of it, trapping Yusuke's beautiful dick against the top of his thigh, his jeans, hoping for regain the advantage. Rough with lust, Ren's voice has all but abandoned it's usual smooth tenor and dropped straight into a deep, dark pit of desire for Yusuke. ]
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The truth is Ren lost control of the situation a long time ago. Back in the kitchen, back on the couch, back when he spoke his feelings over text and thought he could get away with it, play it cool. He said that this could be an act of either designation, and Yusuke is proving from the outset that his spirit of rebellion has not dimmed. This is not the act of a submissive. This is a plan of attack - of studying and conquering a most willing battlefield. ]
Shit.
[ The panting only quickens the harder Yusuke works, the hand in Yusuke's hair tightening, but forcing nothing. Even when he is taken deep into the artist's gloriously hot mouth, laving his cock just right, and Ren swears he can feel the back of Yusuke's tongue brushing the head even when he's on his way back down, embracing every square centimeter he can wrap around. Ren's control doesn't break to the waves of pleasure breaking over his willpower
yet. Although, if his mouth doesn't get Ren, the predatory look in his eyes might, the surety that what Yusuke is doing to Ren is destroying him brick by brick and Ren, helpless against nothing and no one, can't lift a finger to stop it. Who knew Yusuke would turn out to be a dick-sucking savant?Entranced with the lewd glint that shines across his spit-slicked mouth, Ren's grip leaves the back of Yusuke's head to draw forward when he's sucked down. His thumb holds curiously to his partner's check, both a caress and a question, a prying pressure so he can feel himself inside Yusuke's mouth, groaning softly, feeling throat muscles work hard. ]
Yusuke, f-fuck...how are you so good at this?
[ His thumb moves, tracing the distorted shape of Yusuke's lips, finding the crease of his mouth and pushing in alongside his stiffness to see how much Yusuke could fit, if maybe he could make him happier with more, push him, see how far he's willing to go for Ren. Ren's hips hitch, sinking deeper into Yusuke's throat by degrees as he bobs and sucks, and as Ren's bright eyes watch his partner an immutable sense of pride and sinful doting slip into Ren's features. ]
Did you try it before? Maybe with your fingers, maybe a paintbrush handle.
[ His foot shifts again, long after Yusuke may have forgotten it still lay tucked beneath his cock. Ren presses down on top of it, trapping Yusuke's beautiful dick against the top of his thigh, his jeans, hoping for regain the advantage. Rough with lust, Ren's voice has all but abandoned it's usual smooth tenor and dropped straight into a deep, dark pit of desire for Yusuke. ]
Did you think of me?