You like when I'm crude. [ Ren is batting a thousand on the scandalize-to-arousal ratio so far, don't challenge him.
Although that's on the dirty talk. Ren wouldn't want to compete with an actual turkey. He knows how little Yusuke eats and would be a bit worried to actually lose out to poultry.
Not that Ren feels anything except delectable when Yusuke rains kisses down on Ren like this, how even before they fell into bed with one another Yusuke had a (unconscious?) habit of looking at Ren like he's the only person on Earth, the only thing worth beholding. The wonder he saw on Yusuke's face at the Planetarium - the afternoon that Ren had already locked away in his heart can't hold a candle to the lovesick gaze that pins Ren to the mattress hair as surely as the weight atop him. The lewd slide of Ren's hand on his dick picks up, sorry consolation for how ignored Yusuke's desire has been so far but the scales are about to even out.
A low encouragement is murmured tight against Yusuke, Ren looping his arm around the other boy's overheated neck as he feels the pressure at his entrance trip every bodily alarm that there is to trip. ]
Please.
[ He breathes out, forces himself to relax when that pressure gives. The temptation, then, is to squirm and push himself into Yusuke in pursuit of the lust that had so rapidly bloomed on this unassuming night. But Yusuke -
He deserves better. Ren threads his finger through Yusuke's hair and grips it loosely, giving in to only the instinct to hook one leg together with Yusuke's, knee flush to his taut ass.]
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Although that's on the dirty talk. Ren wouldn't want to compete with an actual turkey. He knows how little Yusuke eats and would be a bit worried to actually lose out to poultry.
Not that Ren feels anything except delectable when Yusuke rains kisses down on Ren like this, how even before they fell into bed with one another Yusuke had a (unconscious?) habit of looking at Ren like he's the only person on Earth, the only thing worth beholding. The wonder he saw on Yusuke's face at the Planetarium - the afternoon that Ren had already locked away in his heart can't hold a candle to the lovesick
gaze that pins Ren to the mattress hair as surely as the weight atop him. The lewd slide of Ren's hand on his dick picks up, sorry consolation for how ignored Yusuke's desire has been so far but the scales are about to even out.
A low encouragement is murmured tight against Yusuke, Ren looping his arm around the other boy's overheated neck as he feels the pressure at his entrance trip every bodily alarm that there is to trip. ]
Please.
[ He breathes out, forces himself to relax when that pressure gives. The temptation, then, is to squirm and push himself into Yusuke in pursuit of the lust that had so rapidly bloomed on this unassuming night. But Yusuke -
He deserves better. Ren threads his finger through Yusuke's hair and grips it loosely, giving in to only the instinct to hook one leg together with Yusuke's, knee flush to his taut ass.]
Take your time. I'm okay, please.