[Yet again, Iwai could so easily get Ren off like this and make him wait for the main event and Ren would still be completely content with what he got. Iwai could do that... if he weren't just as turned on by the noises spilling from Ren's lips and the taut lines of his body as he chases more pleasure. There's no way Iwai could've prepared for this, no way he could've anticipated that he'd find Ren this alluring in the depths of his arousal.
To say nothing of the look in Ren's eyes when he shoots that challenge right back and opens himself up even more fully for Iwai to invade.]
Fuck... [His voice is thin and raspy and his hands shake with need as he rubs his cockhead against that sweet little pucker until it starts to give way again, then grabs onto Ren's hips and pushes forward, slow but firm and relentlessly steady.] Oh fuck, oh - ngh - you're so fuckin' tight - !
[Iwai never once stops to let Ren adjust to being impaled on something so big and thick. He just keeps up that steady pressure and slides in bit by bit until he bottoms out with a ragged groan. Dear god, what a sweet, tight little ass. This was absolutely worth every chance he took to get here.]
[ 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.
[Those strained, heated curses are like music to Iwai's ears, especially when combined with the shivers wracking Ren's body once he's stretched wide open and full of Iwai's dick. Unexpectedly sexy as he may be, Ren's still a pretty boy, and he looks extra pretty splayed over the counter and struggling to breathe.
Should've gotten him to take his top off, though. Maybe they can still do that from this position?]
You earned it by bein' so fun to play with. [Iwai caresses one of Ren's battered ass cheeks affectionately.] Now hold your arms out behind you for a sec, I want that blazer off. And the shirt if we can work it. They're killin' the view.
[ The hand on his backside does feel nice, especially with the residual sting from the baton still aching. Its warmth is like a soothing balm to the forming bruise, and Ren relishes the sensation. While he feels like he's already being taken apart bit by bit, he manages to lick his lips and finds strength enough to chuckle and grin back at him. ]
R-really? Feels like you've barely gotten started. I can feel it, too. You've got a lot more in there, don't you?
[ As for his arms, he wordlessly does as he's told, pulling the jacket off of his shoulders and loosening the cuffs off his wrists before holding his arms back for Iwai to remove at his leisure. As soon as it's off, Ren finds that while it's a bit of a struggle in this position, he manages to pull the shirt off after setting his glasses aside. Thankfully he doesn't actually need them, but for a guy like Iwai, maybe he likes them. He lifts them off the counter and looks back at him once more, holding them up for him to see. ]
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To say nothing of the look in Ren's eyes when he shoots that challenge right back and opens himself up even more fully for Iwai to invade.]
Fuck... [His voice is thin and raspy and his hands shake with need as he rubs his cockhead against that sweet little pucker until it starts to give way again, then grabs onto Ren's hips and pushes forward, slow but firm and relentlessly steady.] Oh fuck, oh - ngh - you're so fuckin' tight - !
[Iwai never once stops to let Ren adjust to being impaled on something so big and thick. He just keeps up that steady pressure and slides in bit by bit until he bottoms out with a ragged groan. Dear god, what a sweet, tight little ass. This was absolutely worth every chance he took to get here.]
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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.
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Should've gotten him to take his top off, though. Maybe they can still do that from this position?]
You earned it by bein' so fun to play with. [Iwai caresses one of Ren's battered ass cheeks affectionately.] Now hold your arms out behind you for a sec, I want that blazer off. And the shirt if we can work it. They're killin' the view.
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R-really? Feels like you've barely gotten started. I can feel it, too. You've got a lot more in there, don't you?
[ As for his arms, he wordlessly does as he's told, pulling the jacket off of his shoulders and loosening the cuffs off his wrists before holding his arms back for Iwai to remove at his leisure. As soon as it's off, Ren finds that while it's a bit of a struggle in this position, he manages to pull the shirt off after setting his glasses aside. Thankfully he doesn't actually need them, but for a guy like Iwai, maybe he likes them. He lifts them off the counter and looks back at him once more, holding them up for him to see. ]
You want 'em on or off?