[ Part of Ren wonders if maybe Iwai was the one being intimidated here. A guy as clearly experienced as him? Surely not. But still, he can't help but get the feeling like he's at least a little surprised by him. Good. The last thing he wants is to be underestimated, especially not like this.

And then he starts pushing into him. Fuck he's huge, and there's a tight-throated cry from Ren to say just that for him, for he can't manage to get out more than a few curses through clenched teeth. He has to breathe if he wants this to go smoothly, but he's not being given a chance to. 'Good,' says something in the back of his mind, 'That's just what I want.'

There's a soft whimper when he feels the man finally bottom out and his hips are flush with his own. He's trembling a little, but he looks downright cocky when he looks back over his shoulder, despite the fact that he's actively panting. ]

You're so big... Nnh.. Thank you, Sir... For letting me be your fucktoy tonight. Ah, it feels like you're in my stomach, fuck.