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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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[ 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. ]