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intrusivethot) wrote2018-08-23 08:47 pm
intrusivethot) wrote2018-08-23 08:47 pm
intrusivethot) wrote2018-08-23 08:47 pm
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[ Joker's Metaverse antics appear to only be the start of it.
Underneath Yusuke Ren nonetheless looses none of the mischievous edge endemic to a trickster, that while he doesn't have the time or inclination to tease himself open then teasing Yusuke is still well within his power. His breathing shallows, a thready note in his voice as Ren curls his fingers, thighs parting wide and touching the insides of his artist's legs. Not ready to share himself, not yet, but even Yusuke should know how good it feels to receive a handwrapped gift.
One eye cracks open, then the other, a hazy heat not fully submerging the calculations Ren is making behind the scenes. ]
You're enjoying this, aren't you? You'd rather have hands-on experience but... ah. But you don't just not hate watching, you like it.
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I always love watching you. You've never looked so perfect. [ His hands smooth over Ren's thighs, an action to keep himself grounded, before he winds up so tightly that he pops. ] So handsomely exposed, so full of desire.
[ For me, is the part he doesn't speak, but he's sure that Ren knows. He's had to carry the burden of Yusuke's self-doubt plenty of times, but those thoughts are straying further and further away tonight. It can't be questioned anymore, whether or not Ren really wants him, Yusuke just has to believe it. ]
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I dunno what's handsome about being prepped like a Christmas turkey, stuffing and all, but I'll take it.
[ Please don't try to fuck a turkey.
It isn't as though this wasn't Ren's intent in taking a "learn by watching" approach anyway, and by the time he's relaxed and stretching easily, brow wrinkling from pleasure rather than discomfort, he thinks Good enough and slips his wet fingers out to instead grip the base of his cock.
Looking up at Yusuke, it's hard to grasp why seeing him see Ren this way is so erotic, that maybe a detective may see him with flaws and all but an artist finds nothing but beauty despite or even because Ren is a mess beneath him. Pushing his damp hair back, Ren takes it upon himself to paw for the lube and squeeze out the rest of the contents and coat the condom's
surface, pumping Yusuke's hot erection with cool, rapidly warming slick with some expertise behind the maneuver. ]
Guess there's always a little more desire to be explored, don't you agree?
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[ He says, as if he himself is not getting into position to fuck him in the ass. But the chastising comes gently, with an amused huff, not the usual severe tone he takes with others. He's never been able to talk to Ren that way, even when he can justify it. 'Let me care for your bruises' or 'Are you sure it's safe to have your attempted killer as a roommate?', delivered calm and even, too aware that it was Ren's judgement (and often recklessness) that got them as far as they went, back then.
Right now, too, he's here on top of Ren because of the Joker's own why not offhand remark. There's a gasp where any foolish complaint might be, if he even had one, it would be dulled by the sudden jolt from Ren covering his cock with lube, but more importantly, his hands, finally at a decent angle to feel like something erotic and not a placeholder as before. Yusuke settles over him, the hands that hold most of his meager weight pressing into the mattress on either side of Ren's head. It's achingly beautiful to him, flushed pink and slick with sweat, eyes hazy with want and still looking at him. It's precisely because he looks like such a wreck that Yusuke looks down on him with so much longing, so much warmth, that he just has to spread it all over, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, interrupted only by his own soft moans at Ren's finesse. His tongue is tracing over that nicely forming bruise when his partner extends the invitation, after which he is silenced by a messy kiss. ]
For you? Much more than a little.
[ He sighs, half dreamily and half a moan into Ren's lips before he gathers the focus he needs to grab hold of his cock and line it up against the ring of muscle that's been stretched for him. Yusuke bites his lip as he nudges against his entrance, not quite breaching it yet. ]
I'm going to push inside you now. If it's too much, tell me.
[ Yusuke...is aware that Ren has experience with this, but he's not sure if he wants to know to what extent, so he hasn't asked. He'd take it slow and carefully either way, he wants it to last just as much as he wants to avoid hurting him. So for the time being, just the tip. ]
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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.
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He didn't think he would lose his virginity this way, but this is even better. It's perfect. Ren is warm and patient, nudging him in the right direction while still letting him explore for himself, figuring out what he likes and how their bodies fit together. There's so much more Yusuke wants to do to him, but there will be time for that. What matters now is that airy please, the pressure all around his cock as he pushes it in further, knocking the wind out of him. He only remembers to exhale once he's bottomed out inside of Ren, getting used to the way it feels (fucking incredible), wondering how in the hell he can make his partner feel as elated as he does. ]
You feel amazing, Ren. [ So good he hasn't moved, he's just stationary, balls-deep, burying his face beside Ren's head and kissing his neck, sucking on his earlobe, anything his mouth can reach. ] Like heaven itself.
[ Okay. He has to actually move. Very slowly, to keep his self control, but he starts. ]
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The nature of Duplicity encourages this behavior, and to date he hasn't let anyone outside of his tight, small circle of friends (and frenemies) have the upper hand like this, wild, drugged orgies or no. He could count on one hand the number of people that Ren has allowed inside him, and he could count on two fingers the number of those that he's given complete control to in bed, and Yusuke is one.
So yes, the feel of it still shocks, it still feels so much more immediate than he's used to, which is why Ren holds on for dear life while Yusuke splits him open inch by inch. When his movement stops, Ren breathes out slowly, kisses as dazing as they are a welcome distraction. He's so damn full that he can hardly stand it, reaching down with his tacky hand to jerk himself back to attention, Yusuke's praise coming to him as though from a dream. ]
No, you're - ah, damn. You're just starting, Yusuke.
[ As little as Yusuke moves, he does seem to strike a chord deep within Ren that makes him shudder around his cock, a harsh groan filling the bedroom as the hand in Yusuke's hair tightens. ]
And big. God I'm not gonna last long...
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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. ]
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[ Hang on.
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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No secrets from you. I love you.
[ He'd daydreamed of saying so more coherently instead of breathing it into Ren's face while he's squirming around Yusuke's dick, but this works. He seals it with a kiss, and takes one of Ren's hands from his face so he can weave their fingers together and pin it down to the bed. As long as Ren doesn't wiggle from his grip, it'll be just enough to hold him up so he can snake his other hand between them to stroke him off.
After his confession, he picks up the pace, he's not rough, but he wants to know what his lover's reaction will be to moving a little bit faster...that, and he's not sure he can go much longer. Better make it count. ]
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It isn't even that it's the best that Ren has had - he doesn't make a habit of comparing and contrasting because of the low, creeping discomfort he has with the idea by itself. But for someone like him that rarely does more than the required quota, when he does it looks a lot like this, it feels a lot more like this where his chest is full to bursting and Ren can't seem to get close enough to his partner despite struggling to lever himself up and wrap his legs tight around Yusuke's lithe waist. It does wonders for the angle and leads to the real moment Ren tumbles headfirst into a wellspring of pleasure, a hoarse half-shout bursting out of him when Yusuke decides to have mercy and god it comes back on Ren quickly. He's just as turned on as when he was buried to the hilt in Yusuke's throat.
Now there is no more precipice to draw back from because the ground is crumbling beneath his feet, clutching Yusuke tightly to him, down onto his cock, unable to look away as Yusuke finally fucks the orgasm out of him in a great wrenching wave. It's indecent, it's ugly how Ren floods the space between them, making a mess of his dear artist, but Yusuke is so deep in him that he doesn't care about anything but Yusuke's eyes on him, making him his in all the ways that mattered. ]
C'mon. I've got you.
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It's the way that Ren clings to him that has him following soon after. He's being sucked inside by the quaking of his body and kept there by the legs behind his ass pulling him closer, no escape but to fuck him through it and find his pleasure at the end. The condom keeps his own release contained, but there's no mistaking the shudder and guttural groan that slips from him unrestrained, if he'd held himself back before they'd gotten truly intimate, he isn't now. After that the thrusting slows, and eventually come to a stop, but Yusuke is still on top of him, his face buried in the sheet right next to Ren and panting in his ear. ]
Beautiful...
[ In his post-orgasmic bliss, he comes to just repeating that every time he catches a breath, muttering against his lover's skin so he can never forget how much he means to him or how deep his feelings go. He could keep going until he falls asleep with the condom still on, but he summons all the function left in his body to roll over, and wipe at the cum spattered on his stomach with a finger. He puts it in his mouth, and it's not a sexy display for Ren's benefit at all - just an experiment for his own sake. ]
How are you feeling?
[ Is he supposed to do something? Clean up? Someone in a seminar spoke of taking care of the person on bottom after the fact, but he's still too hazy to recall. ]