[ His shoulders, his hair, whatever. He's already squeezing the life out of him through his dick, might as well finish the job. As unused to this as Ren is, Yusuke's even more so, never having done this at all, or much of anything else until he got home just a little while ago. Oddly enough, if it weren't for Akechi this probably wouldn't be happening, and he definitely wouldn't get to last long enough to fuck him properly.
After his first few experimental thrusts, slow out of necessity, Yusuke settles into a rhythm that's slow because he likes it. He would hate to get so caught up in the throes of pleasure that he can't see Ren's face, watch eyes screw shut or blow wide to gaze back at him. That, and...he's not sure he can handle anything more intense than this. ]
It's alright. Come when you please, my love.
[ He shifts, angling upwards as he sinks into Ren again, and sits up enough to push his messy hair out of his face, letting it plaster against his forehead with the building sweat. The adjustment reveals the scar above his eyebrow - nothing Ren doesn't know about, but typically something Yusuke is incredibly careful not to show, from the way he wears his hair to the hoods he's so fond of, even at the beach. Whether he doesn't notice or doesn't care that it's visible just speaks to how lost he is in this, how small his entire world has suddenly become. Just Ren, nothing else. ]
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[ His shoulders, his hair, whatever. He's already squeezing the life out of him through his dick, might as well finish the job. As unused to this as Ren is, Yusuke's even more so, never having done this at all, or much of anything else until he got home just a little while ago. Oddly enough, if it weren't for Akechi this probably wouldn't be happening, and he definitely wouldn't get to last long enough to fuck him properly.
After his first few experimental thrusts, slow out of necessity, Yusuke settles into a rhythm that's slow because he likes it. He would hate to get so caught up in the throes of pleasure that he can't see Ren's face, watch eyes screw shut or blow wide to gaze back at him. That, and...he's not sure he can handle anything more intense than this. ]
It's alright. Come when you please, my love.
[ He shifts, angling upwards as he sinks into Ren again, and sits up enough to push his messy hair out of his face, letting it plaster against his forehead with the building sweat. The adjustment reveals the scar above his eyebrow - nothing Ren doesn't know about, but typically something Yusuke is incredibly careful not to show, from the way he wears his hair to the hoods he's so fond of, even at the beach. Whether he doesn't notice or doesn't care that it's visible just speaks to how lost he is in this, how small his entire world has suddenly become. Just Ren, nothing else. ]