Ren's brain is understandably a wee bit occupied with being blown (though that started as one kind and is now another kind), so it takes a few seconds to catch up to the present and when it does he no longer has the luxury of being able to hide his face. His skin prickles hot all over and thankfully he's already saved himself the trouble of turning red during the natural course of getting fucked because Ren doesn't know if he could take it being known that Ren Amamiya is a complete sap whose heart goes all gooey for point-blank declarations of love.
He writhes on Yusuke's dick, grinding down as best he can to wring every last bit of pleasure out of Yusuke. This was already special, a huge step for their budding relationship, and though he knows going back home means losing their memories of this place the way Ren locks eyes is like he's trying to remember this moment - divorced from time, from reason, locking away the knowledge that at some point in some space, someone loved him and it quietly meant the world to him.
Then he breaks into a smile, a short and probably goofy laugh in between gasps before Ren lets go of his hair and gives a light push to the artist's dumb face. ]
You really say whatever is on your mind. It's cute.
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Ren's brain is understandably a wee bit occupied with being blown (though that started as one kind and is now another kind), so it takes a few seconds to catch up to the present and when it does he no longer has the luxury of being able to hide his face. His skin prickles hot all over and thankfully he's already saved himself the trouble of turning red during the natural course of getting fucked because Ren doesn't know if he could take it being known that Ren Amamiya is a complete sap whose heart goes all gooey for point-blank declarations of love.
He writhes on Yusuke's dick, grinding down as best he can to wring every last bit of pleasure out of Yusuke. This was already special, a huge step for their budding relationship, and though he knows going back home means losing their memories of this place the way Ren locks eyes is like he's trying to remember this moment - divorced from time, from reason, locking away the knowledge that at some point in some space, someone loved him and it quietly meant the world to him.
Then he breaks into a smile, a short and probably goofy laugh in between gasps before Ren lets go of his hair and gives a light push to the artist's dumb face. ]
You really say whatever is on your mind. It's cute.