[ It's time to multitask, unbuttoning his own shirt while he's getting a taste of Ren's neck. Emboldened by, well, everything, he sucks right where it meets the shoulder, shrugging off his shirt so he can hold Ren in place until that spot starts blooming red into a bruise. Low enough to be covered, but he'll know it's there. Some silly, petty part of him reminds him that Akechi will, too.

Good. ]

Ahh!

[ Yusuke gasps, the sudden shift unexpected, but not unwelcome. The idea of getting manhandled like that is another turn-on in a seemingly endless string of things making him absolutely nuts, including but not limited to: Ren's shit-eating grin, Ren's lopsided lover-boy grin, Ren's dark and heavy eyes, his every look and every movement and the way his neck tastes, salty with the sweaty sheen of arousal. Everything about him is perfect to Yusuke, so while as nice as the slow grind of their cocks against each other feels, he's already had more planted in his head, and he wants it. ]

I want to make love to you, and see myself disappear inside you. Want to make you mine.

[ It would be impossible to say such things to anyone else. It would be too vulnerable, too explicit about his real desires, the ones that run deeper than the hot ache in his gut, to the core of who he is. Someone who craves validation, but only from a precious few. ]

I know you have lube in here. Get it.

[ someone can't decide if he wants to be a sub or dom today, clearly. ]