[ It'll take more than one smoldering look in a heated moment to undo years of programming, but in this moment, he does believe that he's wanted, and not just because he's so pliant and open to suggestion. Ren always makes him feel that way, even if no one else does, even if he can't for the life of him figure out why the dark-haired wonder likes him so much. Yusuke could spend the rest of his days seeking to repay all that Ren's done for him, and it wouldn't be enough. Ren will always deserve more.
Make no mistake that he wants it, bad enough to shift his weight to sit on his launches and rise into the touch for every scrap he can get, keeping the other boy from toppling over and knocking them both to the floor. It's good - as good as it can be at this weird angle - but it's not enough. He'd rather get up and push him down against the bed, finish the job, make him his, but he's struck unaware by the firey filth coming out of his mouth once again. Needs one turn to recover. ]
Not on my face. [ Come on. It's degrading. ] Ah...do you want to ride me?
[ The euphemism tastes dirty in his mouth, like he's making a show of himself peddling smut instead of showing a lover his honest passion. Odd, that he doesn't think the same of Ren when he says such things...maybe it just suits a trickster like him better.
He hadn't planned on going any further than this tonight, but there's a match lit in his belly now, burning hot for every last inch of Ren. Rising to his feet, relieving his legs with a gentle stretch and finally taking those cumbersome tight pants off, Yusuke joins him on the bed. His weight settles right beside Ren before it shifts to lean into him, worshipping hands exploring up his chest, riding up his shirt, while his mouth gets back to work leaving soft, breathy kisses up his neck. ]
I'm yours, if you want that. I'd be just as thrilled to have your taste on my tongue until the sun comes up.
[ It goes without saying that Yusuke's never done it before, but he doesn't wonder about Ren. As long as he's been here, as irresistibly gorgeous as he is, of course he has. He won't worry about who until the heat dies down. ]
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Make no mistake that he wants it, bad enough to shift his weight to sit on his launches and rise into the touch for every scrap he can get, keeping the other boy from toppling over and knocking them both to the floor. It's good - as good as it can be at this weird angle - but it's not enough. He'd rather get up and push him down against the bed, finish the job, make him his, but he's struck unaware by the firey filth coming out of his mouth once again. Needs one turn to recover. ]
Not on my face. [ Come on. It's degrading. ] Ah...do you want to ride me?
[ The euphemism tastes dirty in his mouth, like he's making a show of himself peddling smut instead of showing a lover his honest passion. Odd, that he doesn't think the same of Ren when he says such things...maybe it just suits a trickster like him better.
He hadn't planned on going any further than this tonight, but there's a match lit in his belly now, burning hot for every last inch of Ren. Rising to his feet, relieving his legs with a gentle stretch and finally taking those cumbersome tight pants off, Yusuke joins him on the bed. His weight settles right beside Ren before it shifts to lean into him, worshipping hands exploring up his chest, riding up his shirt, while his mouth gets back to work leaving soft, breathy kisses up his neck. ]
I'm yours, if you want that. I'd be just as thrilled to have your taste on my tongue until the sun comes up.
[ It goes without saying that Yusuke's never done it before, but he doesn't wonder about Ren. As long as he's been here, as irresistibly gorgeous as he is, of course he has. He won't worry about who until the heat dies down. ]