[ That moan. Even in the hour of porn he watched in that hotel room, he's never heard a moan like that. It's the sound of a man on the brink, overwhelmed by pleasure and emotion both, and it's all because of him. Pride swells in him, his eyes blown out and dark with arousal. It's bliss like he's never felt, like the brightest spark of inspiration, gifted from on high, and he hasn't even been touched but with his foot.
He's whining around Ren's cock and rutting against his foot, smearing it with precome, when his lover's hand grasps his neck and guides him where he wants him. Yusuke's never been one to refuse his guidance, and he's no different today, relaxing his jaw on command and making sure there is a hot, willing tongue ready for him on each and every time he enters, an eager moan of an mmhmm the only answer he can get out. Whether it's an answer to the question (yes to both) or just approval at getting his face fucked (also yes god yes), his enthusiasm is clear. He tried to resist, to hold out for Ren's touch, but he has to start palming himself to relieve the ache, keep the tears of frustrated over-stimulation stinging at his eyelids at bay.
When Ren pulls out, the only thing keeping him from following him like a magnet is the grip on the back of his neck, and he'd fight it if not for the surprise of the kiss. It's happily accepted, but messy, his jaw gone slack as a result of his hard work between Ren's legs. ]
Wasn't finished. [ A gasp, at the nibble on his lip, another thing he's discovering he likes during this impromptu encounter. ] I want to make you come. Please, let me.
[ Let him prove that he's worth the affection, worth the attention, worth the effort. ]
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He's whining around Ren's cock and rutting against his foot, smearing it with precome, when his lover's hand grasps his neck and guides him where he wants him. Yusuke's never been one to refuse his guidance, and he's no different today, relaxing his jaw on command and making sure there is a hot, willing tongue ready for him on each and every time he enters, an eager moan of an mmhmm the only answer he can get out. Whether it's an answer to the question (yes to both) or just approval at getting his face fucked (also yes god yes), his enthusiasm is clear. He tried to resist, to hold out for Ren's touch, but he has to start palming himself to relieve the ache, keep the tears of frustrated over-stimulation stinging at his eyelids at bay.
When Ren pulls out, the only thing keeping him from following him like a magnet is the grip on the back of his neck, and he'd fight it if not for the surprise of the kiss. It's happily accepted, but messy, his jaw gone slack as a result of his hard work between Ren's legs. ]
Wasn't finished. [ A gasp, at the nibble on his lip, another thing he's discovering he likes during this impromptu encounter. ] I want to make you come. Please, let me.
[ Let him prove that he's worth the affection, worth the attention, worth the effort. ]