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[ryu-skies]

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Ren learns about C’s job. C fantasizes later. 🔞 (2.5k)

C glances at Ren, watching the light from the tv flicker across his face in the darkness. Ren is watching whatever movie they have on but he looks uninterested.

“Hey Ren, can I ask you something?” C asks, shifting a little uncomfortably. Maybe now wouldn’t be a terrible time to bring up that.

Ren turns to look at C, a gentle smile forming on his face. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Um… What’s your thoughts on sex workers?”

Ren blinks at C curiously. “Uh… like pornstars?””

C’s cheeks heat up and he’s suddenly thankful for the darkness. “Kind of? I mean there’s other kinds of sex work but… you know what, yeah, let’s go with that.”

“Hmm…” Ren pauses, trying to understand C’s question. “Are you asking if I watch them? I think I watch more animated porn, but—”

“Do you think it’s weird?” C blurts out. “They film themselves and get money for it. I mean, I don’t think it’s bad by any means but if you thought it was weird I could see where you’re coming from. I was just wondering what your stance is on the whole thing.”

Ren laughs softly, breaking C out of his rambling. “I don’t think it’s weird at all. As long as no one’s getting taken advantage of I see no issues profiting from sex.” He turns from his seat to view C more clearly, smiling. “What’s got you so stressed? Are you doing porn?”

C doesn’t answer, mouth hanging slightly open at Ren’s question. He’s frozen, not sure how to go forward. Ren’s eyes widen as he realizes C didn’t take his statement as a joke.

“Wait, are you?”

C’s hands tremble but he forces himself to speak. He wanted to tell Ren about his job eventually and now was no time to back out. “Kind of?” His voice comes out as a squeak and he clears his throat, averting his eyes. “Not with a company or with other people… I, um… I started doing Onlyfans a few months ago just to see what it was like and it… blew up a bit.”

“Woah.” C winces at Ren’s response and glances up at him, afraid. Instead he finds Ren with a look of wonder and interest. “Really? If it’s not too weird for me to ask, what do you post?”

“You’re so forward.” If C wasn’t blushing enough before he definitely was now, cheeks burning.

“I’m curious, C. Honestly, I think it’s kind of cool. I would love to know, if you feel comfortable sharing.”

“You really want to know?” Ren’s eyes sparkle as he nods, so C tugs the blanket over his head. “Gah, fine… sexy pictures, nudes… masturbation videos…” C speeds through the last part in hopes that Ren couldn’t hear, but the “ah” that comes beside him says otherwise.

“That’s so…”

“Weird?” C asks, keeping the blanket tight over his head.

“Hot,” Ren mumbles.

C peeks out from his hiding spot and sees Ren looking away, flustered. He tries to subtly adjust his sitting position from under the blanket but C catches it, heart pounding in his throat. There’s a thick tension between them now and C knows Ren is imagining it, recalling what C’s body looks like nude and all the intimate times they shared together back in college.

They’re just friends, C reminds himself despite the setting being so tempting to give in to his urges. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it before, hooking up with Ren again. They’re both compatible in the bedroom, pent up from going so many months without sex with anyone. But it was Ren, his ex, his best friend that helped him get back up on his feet from his last breakup. It would be wrong to start something again. But then again, here was Ren, trying to play it cool and hide his arousal just at the thought of C’s job.

It’s been quiet for too long now and C doesn’t want to entertain the thought any longer in fear of what would actually happen, so he does the next best thing and whacks Ren with a pillow.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Stop picturing it, perv!”

Ren laughs brightly, holding the pillow in his lap and squeezing it. “I totally wasn’t, okay. You can’t prove anything. What made you want to tell me about this anyway?”

“I don’t know… You know everything about me. I didn’t want to keep it a secret but I was afraid you’d judge me. I’m literally making money by showing off my body so I can’t even blame you if you did.”

“There’s nothing you could do that would make me see you in the wrong light, C.” Ren smiles, cheek resting against the pillow. His expression is so warm, so genuine.

“It’s almost liberating for me. I don’t want to go into detail why, but… I have control over what I do and what people see. It’s all my choice.” Ren watches C closely and C knows he has questions, but he isn’t ready to get into everything that happened with Zane. That would have to be another conversation. “The money is just a bonus.”

“That’s great, C. I’m glad you found something that brings you happiness. I support whatever you choose to do. Although… It would be a little weird if I literally supported you and paid for your content, huh?”

C blushes hard again, wishing the pillow wasn’t in Ren’s arms so he could whack him with it again. “Don’t you even dare, Ren.”

…

Later that night C lies in bed, alone after Ren went home. He was tempted to invite him to stay, but the voice in the back of his head reminds him to keep that distance between them. They weren’t dating anymore, after all.

…Yet C lies awake, unable to tear his thoughts away from Ren’s reaction earlier in the night. He was turned on, and there wasn’t a single doubt about it. That look was all too familiar to C, the shy look of restraint, but Ren is always easy to read when he’s aroused. He does a terrible job at hiding it anyway, like he’s waiting for C to make the first move.

C rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. He can’t sleep, too busy being tormented by the Ren in his imagination. Was Ren looking at his online content? Was he watching videos of C, getting off to them? He considers checking the recent subscriptions to his OnlyFans, but it would be no use since Ren could use any name. …Or maybe Ren was getting off to the memories of when they were together, all the heated sex they had. Would that be better or worse?

“Ugh…” C presses his hands to his face, the heat from his cheeks warming his palms.

He can’t deny he’s turned on by the thought of Ren jerking off to him, and it’s enough to have his cock half hard, begging for any attention. He’s torn, wanting to give in to the pleasure but feeling like he’s doing something wrong, something Ren would be ashamed to find out. C gives in just a little, brushing his hand over the shape of his cock through his shorts. It feels too good and his resolve wavers.

If hundreds of people jerk off to his posts every time he uploads, surely it would be okay to masturbate to the thought of his best friend slash ex once, right?

C pushes his shorts down just enough to comfortably free his cock, taking it into hand and pumping himself slowly. He sighs in relief at the stimulation, eyelids fluttering shut. He wonders how Ren would touch himself—if he takes his time with it or rushes to get to his climax.

C strokes himself a little faster, cock now fully hard as he pictures Ren pleasuring himself with his gorgeous toned body and beautiful skin sleek with sweat. He thinks of Ren’s cock, at least what he can remember, the size of it, the shape—fuck, he wishes he could remember the taste of it. But it’s been a year now, almost two, far too long since he’s last had it in his mouth.

“Hah,” C pants, palming at the head of his cock. He’s leaking now, in no need of any extra lubrication because he’s too excited thinking about Ren.

Oh, Ren.

C doesn’t know if he thought that or moaned it aloud but it’s getting him worked up, grinding into his fist to increase stimulation. It’s good, better, but not enough. Fuck it, he was already this far enough.

C pauses his actions to slide off his shorts, rolling onto his side to open the drawers to his nightstand. He spots his bottle of lube and grabs it, setting it on the bed next to him before digging around for something else. There’s a vibrator in his nightstand but it’s nowhere near what he’s looking for, too small and thin. C shuffles around the drawers in search before he sighs, realizing it’s not there.

“Fuck,” He curses under his breath, having to get off his bed and head straight to his closet.

It’s humbling, having to kneel on the floor and dig through a storage box to find a specific sex toy all while he’s still hard. But it’s difficult to be embarrassed when he’s so turned on, especially when he finally finds what he’s looking for.

“I knew it was in here.” C grins to himself when he finds it—a thick, lengthy translucent blue dildo, one he specifically bought to keep him company while Ren was away during college. It’s the perfect size, the closest he could find to his boyfriend at the time.

C hurries back to his bed and gets comfortable once again, getting straight to work. He wants the toy inside of him already and wishes he could skip the whole prep part, but he hasn’t touched himself back there in months. It was probably a new record, and the sensation of pressing a slick finger into himself is a bit unfamiliar. C chews at his lip as he works himself open, letting his mind wander to better visuals.

He closes his eyes and pretends he’s back on the couch with Ren, unable to ignore the sexual tension between them. Ren’s pressed close behind him, skilled fingers fucking and stretching him slowly while his other hand is on C’s chest, squeezing. Ren’s breath is hot against his neck and he curses when he adds another finger, immediately met by how tight C is.

“Ren…” C whines, desperate for something more. He’s impatient, working a third into himself to speed up the process despite the slight discomfort. “That should be enough, please…”

C retracts his fingers after a few more thrusts and exhales, moving on to slick his dildo up with lube. He shifts onto his side and spreads his legs, guiding the tip into himself.

“Mm…” C’s brows furrow in focus as he tries to relax and pushes more of the toy into him, only breathing when the toy bottoms out, base pressing against his rim. It fills him perfectly and C feels it in his stomach. His cock leaks, pleasure running through his body. “Ah, yes…”

He slides the toy out halfway and fucks it back in slowly, returning to his fantasy. Ren would take him from behind, slip it in while whatever movie they were supposed to be watching runs in the background. He’d have his hand on C’s hip holding him steady as he grinds in and rocks his hips with every thrust, trying to keep it gentle because they haven’t had sex in so long. But Ren would give in eventually and speed up, hitting C deeper and harder. C fucks himself to reflect his fantasy, pressing hard every time the length is fully inside. He’s panting now and wants to touch his cock, but knows it would be over too soon if he did.

Ren deserved more than that, though. C would make him stop and climb on top of him, take control. C blinks his eyes open and breaks the immersion only to switch position. He retracts the toy and pulls a pillow underneath him, positioning the dildo somewhere in the middle and sinking back down with a moan.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” He gasps, starting to lift up and slam his hips back down. His cock rubs against the pillow with every thrust and it’s delightful. “So good, Ren…”

Ren would be so handsome underneath him, struggling to keep it together as C rides him. And god, C would ride him after all this time. He’d roll himself down onto Ren’s cock and tighten around him so he could watch him unravel, and Ren would get fed up and pull him down by his hips and fuck up into him and—

“Nngh— A-ah—!” C chokes on his moans as he speeds up, too close to deny himself from an orgasm any longer. He takes his cock back into his hand and jerks himself fast and needy, thinks of Ren encouraging him, that sexy ‘give it to me, baby’ and he breaks, slamming down onto the dildo and cumming hard.

“Ren!” C cries, thighs trembling and cock giving one last spurt of cum.

C breathes heavily as he sits there coming down from his high. His head feels like static and he’s slightly dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. He’s masturbated every now and then but it’s been so long since he had an orgasm like that. He blinks his eyes open slowly as he pants, staring down at the mess of cum on his pillow. It’s a reality check, a reminder that Ren is not underneath him and that they’re still just friends. The clarity is a little much so C averts his eyes elsewhere, carefully lifting himself up so he can slip the dildo out of him. He leaves it with the mess on his bed and stands on shaky legs, cleaning himself up with tissues and pulling his shorts back on.

I wonder if Ren thought of me too, he thinks. It’s unlikely, but he glances at his phone on his nightstand. It’s not like Ren would text him ‘hey, just masturbated to you! :P’ but his mind won’t drop the 1% chance the message is awaiting him. C gives in and checks his phone, stomach doing a flip when there’s 3 unread messages from Ren. He opens them quickly.

>> thanks for opening up tonight, i’m glad you feel comfortable sharing parts of your life with me

>> i’m so happy to have you in my life again

>> goodnight, c. sweet dreams :)

C’s cheeks burn in embarrassment at the innocence of the messages and he tosses his phone onto his bed far away from him. He presses his hands to his face, heartbeat thumping fast in his throat.

He was so fucked.

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ex

Ren sleeps with his girlfriend but his mind is elsewhere. 🔞 (1.5k)

Ren knows Dae isn’t home—it’s the only reason he brought Riley back to his apartment in the first place. He didn’t want to be asked any questions and wasn’t in the mood to explain. Instead he tries to focus on his girlfriend, leading her by hand down the hall and into his room, past the polaroids with C that still hang on his wall and towards his bed. He sits on the edge, watching Riley pull her sweater off and doesn’t think about how it would’ve been to bring C to his apartment. C never got to visit Ren and Dae’s new place before they ended things. Ren thinks he would’ve liked it, that—

“Ren,” Riley says, seating herself in Ren’s lap, hands cupping his face gently. “What are you thinking about?”

Ren looks at her, with her silky strands of brown hair falling over her shoulder and her lacy black bra. “How beautiful you are,” he lies.

She giggles, believing him. “Really?”

Ren doesn’t want to talk anymore so he hums and presses his lips against hers, kissing her. She likes it, based on the way she leans into him and parts her lips easily, wanting him to take more.

Kissing is just kissing, Ren thinks, forcing his mind away from the lingering memories of how it felt to kiss C. There’s no sparks in this kiss like there was with C but it’s his girlfriend so he keeps going, hands absentmindedly massaging up her back. Riley’s hands start to stray, down Ren’s chest and towards his pants, so Ren moves to distract her with a hand sliding up her thigh and under her skirt instead. He touches her softly, pressing against her damp underwear— it makes her break away from the kiss with a gasp, cheeks pink.

“Is this okay?” Ren whispers and Riley nods, parting her thighs more.

“Yes,” she breathes and Ren moves in to kiss her neck, rubbing against the shape of her clit through her panties.

It’s been a while since he’s done this with a girl—years, back when he was a young and naïve high schooler with no experience. But girls were easy, he remembers. Sensitive nerves waiting to be touched.

Ren licks at Riley’s neck when he slips his hand inside her panties, fingers sliding through wetness before he pushes in two fingers, pumping in and out of her as her body twitches. She moans as he fingers her, biting at her neck to leave a mark before kissing down to her collarbones. Riley pulls Ren back by his hair and he’s forced to meet her eyes, full of desire. Ren guides a third finger inside and she’s finally cursing, nose bumping against Ren’s.

“I want you inside,” she whispers and Ren nods, retracting his fingers and brushing them on his pants to dry off.

“Okay. Let me get a condom.”

Riley lifts herself off of Ren’s lap and makes herself comfortable on his bed as he exits the room. There’s no condoms in his room—there hasn’t been since the breakup and Ren never bothered buying any since he wasn’t seeing C any time soon. He heads into Dae’s room where he knows there’s plenty and snags one from the nightstand, pausing. His dick is only half hard and Riley would notice, so he has to do something.

Ren sighs and unbuttons his jeans, slipping a hand in to rub his cock through his underwear. He tries to not think about being in Dae’s room, tries to think of anything to get his dick a little harder. Something, anything—and since he can never avoid it, C returns to his mind. Gorgeous, beautiful C with his toned body, thick thighs and plush chest, the curve of his waist, the grin he had every time before they had sex, and god, the sex. Filthy and driven by pure desire, his lovely insatiable boyfriend—Ren has to pull himself away from his fantasies when his dick is finally hard enough, quickly returning to his room so he doesn’t leave his girlfriend waiting any longer.

“Sorry, I had to search for them.”

When he’s back he sees Riley on the bed stripped down to her underwear, skirt abandoned on the floor next to her sweater. She doesn’t seem bothered, parting her legs to make room for Ren and watching with wide eyes as he pushes his pants and underwear low enough to free his cock and roll the condom on. He jerks himself a few times for good measure, eyes flicking up to his girlfriend.

“Wow… you’re big, Ren.”

Ren doesn’t know what to say—it doesn’t make his heart flutter like the way it did when C first said the same words. He diverts the attention again, tugging down Riley’s underwear and tossing it to the side.

“And you’re beautiful,” he says. He squeezes her knee gently. “Can you turn around?”

“Oh,” Riley sounds a little disappointed, but she turns anyway, on her hands and knees.

Ren tries to make up for it, rubbing the tip of his cock through her folds to tease. He leans over her, whispering into her ear. “You’ll feel it deeper this way.” It’s some bullshit he made up, but it seems to work.

“Oh,” she repeats, and now it’s filled with that same desire and anticipation as earlier.

Sex is just sex, Ren thinks. Simple and carnal, hard to fuck up. It doesn’t always have to mean something. And it doesn’t to him—not while he slides himself in, not when he finally starts to move and picks up a steady pace, not with his girlfriend trembling and moaning his name underneath him—it all means nothing.

He tries to focus, tries to get into it but time starts to get away from him. It all feels like a chore and he can’t tell how long it’s been anymore—did he just start? Has Riley always been that way, supporting herself with her forearms and moaning into the pillows? He hasn’t been present since they started and is honestly ready to be done with it. Any longer now and his cock would be noticeably softer, too.

“R-Ren,” Riley pants. “I’m so close, Ren…”

Oh, good.

“Me too,” Ren lies, bringing his hand around underneath Riley to touch her. If she was really as close as she claimed, all it would take is a few strokes and she’d—

“Ren!” Riley cries out as her orgasm hits her, body trembling and clenching around Ren. It’s almost unpleasant but Ren is focused enough to remind himself to fake a moan too, intentionally stuttering his hips and bottoming out to mimic his own orgasm.

“Baby,” he chooses, and almost instantly regrets it. That belonged to C and every moment they shared together, innocent, heated, intimate. It’s like all the memories come back to him at once, every time he called C baby in passing, during an argument, while having sex. He wants to take it back but he can’t so instead he pretends to come down from his high and slides out of Riley, quickly removing the condom and excusing himself to dispose of it before she can notice he never actually came.

Ren stares at his reflection in the mirror afterwards and feels the guilt and shame start to build inside of him. He’s a liar in more ways than one—he lied about the orgasm, he’s lying to Riley about his attraction to her, and he’s lying to himself about being ready to date someone new. It’s all bad and frustrating and somehow he still wants to cry even though C broke his heart months ago. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take to finally be over C, but what he does know is that he wants Riley out of his apartment.

Ren takes a moment longer to compose himself and zip his pants back up, but when he walks out of the bathroom Riley is already dressed.

“Everything alright?” He asks.

Riley smiles gently, nodding. “Yeah. I have an early class tomorrow so I should get going.”

“Oh, okay.” That takes care of his problem.

Riley steps forward and wraps her arms around Ren’s waist in a hug. He returns the affection with a gentle squeeze, looking down to meet his girlfriend’s eyes.

“It was good, Ren. Don’t look too worried.” Riley leans up on her tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to Ren’s lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Now walk me out.”

“Yes,” Ren nods dumbly, taking Riley’s hand into his own as he walks her to the doorway. He watches her slip into her sneakers and gives her hand a squeeze as goodbye once the door is open. “Be safe.”

“Bye, Ren.”

Ren watches his girlfriend until she’s safely in her car, shutting the door after she’s driven off. He rubs a hand down his face, sighing heavily. He should be thinking of Riley, wondering if she’s okay and awaiting the next time he’ll see her, but all that remains in his mind once again is C.

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red

Lance convinces Zane to wear a costume. Things get messy. (1.5k) 🔞

Zane steps out of the bedroom and walks down the hall into the common area, Lance immediately turning around at the sound of footsteps. Lance gasps when he sees Zane, prim and proper as always but now in a white doctors coat with a bit of fake blood at the lapel. It’s the first time Zane sees Lance in his outfit as well and he can’t help but smile.

“Don’t you look fantastic. Stand for me, darling?” Zane requests and Lance blinks at him, slowly breaking out of his trance.

“Yes,” Lance answers simply, rising from the couch and approaching Zane. Zane hums in approval once his hands are on Lance’s waist, squeezing.

“This dress is very short, Lance.” He thumbs at the hem, barely covering Lance’s underwear. “I like it.”

Lance doesn’t process his words, too busy staring hard at the fake blood on Zane’s coat. It’s a deep crimson against the white and it makes Lance’s head spin.

“Darling?”

Lance’s eyes flick towards Zane for a second just to acknowledge him before he runs his fingers over the blood stain. “Can I… Where’s the blood you used?”

“In the bedroom.” Zane looks perplexed, trying to figure out Lance.

“Get it.” Lance demands. “Please,” he adds on, remembering his manners.

“Okay…” Zane is still confused but he listens, walking off to retrieve the cosmetics. Lance looks down at his hand, slightly stained red from touching Zane’s coat. Thoughts swirl in his mind, hardly noticing Zane’s return until he’s pressing the bottle into Lance’s hand.

“Here.”

Lance wastes no time, uncapping the bottle and pouring some into his hand. It feels thick, a little sticky—he smears his hand onto Zane’s chest over his button up and tie.

“Hey, what are you doing? I wear these for work.” Zane’s words lack any bite, too intrigued by whatever Lance is up to. Lance looks like he’s brimming with excitement, unable to sit still.

“Lie down, please. Anywhere,” Lance pleads, blue eyes shining. Zane glances back to the bedroom, then to the couch, unwilling to get either dirty and possibly stained.

“Alright… But tell me what you’re thinking, Lance. The silence is strange.” Zane hesitantly moves to sit on the floor and Lance is on him before he can blink, straddling his waist and pushing him back to lie against the wood.

Lance has a strange look in his eyes as he squeezes the bottle all over Zane’s chest until it’s fully empty, tossing it to the side. His hands are visibly trembling before they’re back on Zane, spreading the blood everywhere and making a mess, rubbing up and onto Zane’s neck. Lance wraps both hands around Zane’s neck but doesn’t squeeze, his face now red and body heated.

“F-Fuck,” Lance mumbles, leaning in closer to Zane. His lips twitch up into a concerning smile, mind completely elsewhere. “So this is what you would look like.”

Zane blinks, hands absentmindedly resting on Lance’s thighs. He still doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, but he’s starting to get the idea. “This is what I’d look like… if you… killed me?” He asks, pausing between the words.

“Yes,” Lance nods, breathless. He squeezes around Zane’s neck a little, subconsciously grinding down against Zane. “Yes, but it wouldn’t be this bloody if I strangled you so I’d use a knife and I’d stab you, Zane. I’d stab you in the neck a couple times and your collarbones and near your shoulders and near your heart, but I wouldn’t stab you where it would kill you immediately. I’d want you to bleed and I’d need you conscious so I’d be the last thing you saw—nnngh,” Lance trails off into a moan, now shamelessly rutting against Zane. He drags his hands down Zane’s neck and back onto his chest, covering his hands in the fake blood.

“Oh god,” he gasps. “You’d look so handsome, hah—!”

Zane watches Lance in disbelief, heart rate much higher than he’d ever admit. He always knew Lance was a little crazy—he’s possessive and manipulative and gets a bit out of hand when he’s upset, but this? Zane swallows thickly, searching for the words to say.

“You’re getting off to this?” Are the words that leave him instead.

Lance nods and grabs one of Zane’s hands from his thigh, unintentionally dirtying it with blood. “Yes! Touch me, please.” He guides Zane’s hand to his underwear, cock hard underneath. “P-Please, Zane.”

Zane raises his eyebrows in disbelief, retracting his hand. He pulls Lance down by his neck, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth. They’re both out of breath when they finally break apart, gasping for air.

“You’re fucking insane,” Zane mumbles.

Lance giggles, now also covered in blood transferred from Zane’s body. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it either—how you would kill me.” Lance guides Zane’s hand around to the front of his neck, encouraging him to squeeze. “You’d strangle me, wouldn’t you?”

Zane clenches his jaw, doing his best to ignore his growing erection.

“And you’d do it during sex!” Lance laughs brightly, staring straight into Zane’s eyes. “You’d fuck me, wait until I’m so lost in the pleasure and then you’d choke me. And I would think you’re just playing like you always do but no, you’d finish the job. You’d keep squeezing until I lose consciousness and the last thing I think of is how good you feel.”

“Lance,” Zane means it as a warning but there’s no threat behind it because Lance is right. He’s absolutely thought about it before, just as Lance described.

“It’s okay!” Lance smiles, letting go of Zane and sitting up on his knees so he can awkwardly remove his underwear. He steadies himself with a hand on Zane’s bloody chest, reaching behind himself. “It’s okay, I think about it too.” Lance’s face scrunches up for a brief moment before he’s showing something to Zane, a shiny silver plug.

“Now show me how you’d do it, Zane.”

Zane’s sanity snaps—he shoves Lance off of him so the boy is sitting against the wood and promptly undoes his belt and pants so he can pull out his cock, now hard and desperate for attention. Lance is ready and shameless as ever, legs spread lewdly as he invites Zane in, unphased when Zane drags him forward by the thighs and thrusts in roughly, hips slapping against Lance’s ass. They both share a moan at the much needed contact and Zane gets right into it, fucking Lance at a brutal pace. Lance already feels like he can’t breathe, high on the pleasure as he pulls Zane into another messy kiss, fingers digging into his hair.

“L-Love,” Lance gasps between kisses. “I love you, Zane.”

“Yeah?” Zane grunts, breaking away after biting at Lance’s lip so he can slip his hands around the boy’s neck. He squeezes and Lance keens, back arching. “Even if I killed you right now?”

“Yes,” Lance chokes out and Zane fucks into him harder, clouded by pleasure.

Zane tightens his grip around Lance’s neck and Lance makes a noise that’s meant to be a moan, He’s still capable of making noises so Zane squeezes harder, cutting his airway off completely. Lance cums as soon as it happens, hands grasping at Zane’s wrists as he struggles to get any air in and Zane grits his teeth as he watches Lance’s expression. The thought crosses his mind just like Lance said, how easy it would be to kill him here—it’s enough to make Zane cum, hips stuttering as he releases inside of Lance. Zane has enough sense to let go after the peak of his climax, blinking down at Lance in a haze. His boyfriend doesn’t move and Zane’s body runs cold.

“Lance?” Zane stares down in horror, shaking his boyfriend. “Darling? Lance?” He starts to panic, hands on either size of Lance’s head as he leans in to listen for breathing.

A hand weakly hits at his head, Lance panting and gasping softly. “Shush,” His voice is hoarse, strained from the choking. “I’m recovering…” he mumbles and Zane heaves a sigh in relief, arms wrapping around Lance and cradling his head.

“Stupid, that was so fucking stupid,” Zane whispers to himself, holding Lance close.

“Hot,” Lance corrects, trembling arms wrapping around Zane loosely.

“Stupid,” Zane pulls away to look at Lance once more, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he leans back and pulls out, clicking his tongue. “What a mess…”

Lance hums, eyes still shut. “Sorry, the blood really does something to me.” He blinks his tired eyes open, admiring Zane’s filthy outfit. “You look so good…”

“So good you want to kill me, apparently.”

That earns a giggle out of Lance, who slowly turns onto his stomach. His costume dress has ridden up to his waist, leaving his lower half fully exposed. “I’d never truly kill you, Zane. I love you too much.” He closes his eyes, ready to nap against the cooling wood floor.

“Don’t sleep there, darling.” Zane tugs down Lance’s dress as far as he can to preserve the small amount of modesty left and pulls Lance into his arms, carefully standing. “Let me clean up.”

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drunk

Ren wants something. (2.8k) 🔞

C wakes from his nap on the couch to the sound of the doorbell, sitting up with a yawn. He glances at the clock—it’s 2:00am, so Ren was probably at the door finished with whatever shenanigans he got up to with Dae. What C doesn’t expect to see is Kei, struggling to hold up a very drunk Ren. 

“Hi C. I believe this man is yours.” Kei smiles despite his clear struggle, dressed down in comfortable looking leggings and an oversized hoodie from Dae’s collection. 

“Kei?” C hurries to collect Ren, relieving the smaller boy from the weight. Ren clings to C, burying his face against his chest and inhaling loudly. C ignores his weird drunken behavior, giving Kei an empathetic smile. “I’m so sorry about him. I would’ve gotten him if he called, but I had no idea he got this drunk.”

Kei shakes his head. “It’s no big deal. Dae was smart enough to call me before he got equally as plastered and I’m heading back to his apartment anyway so you were on the way. They’re—”

“Keeiiiiiiiiiii!!” A loud whine interrupts Kei, coming from the parking lot. Kei sighs and C can’t help but laugh at Dae’s dramatics. 

“You should probably get back to him before we get a noise complaint. Thanks for bringing Ren home, Kei. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Let’s go drinking soon as payback, yeah?” Kei exchanges goodbyes with C and jogs down the stairs to get back to his car, leaving C with a drunk boyfriend to deal with. 

C shuts the door and wraps his arms around Ren’s waist, hugging him. “Hi babe.”

Ren lifts his head from C’s chest and C is met with his unfocused gaze, eyelids heavy and a gorgeous red flushed over his face. Ren always looks even prettier than usual when he’s drunk. C leans in to kiss his cheek in greeting and Ren turns his head, hands pressing against C’s chest as he tries to squirm away. 

“N-No! I have a boyfriend, you can’t do that…”

C raises an eyebrow, grinning. He could have some fun with this. “You have a boyfriend?” 

Ren nods, gaze cautiously flicking back to C. 

“Tell me about him.”

“He’s very pretty… And he’s so muscular and strong… And I’m gonna marry him one day so I can’t kiss you!” Ren squints, studying C’s face. “Even if you look like him…”

C laughs and leans forward anyway, pressing his lips against Ren’s. Ren struggles for half a second before he melts into the kiss, parting his lips for C. It’s good until he tries to kiss back, uncoordinated and using far too much tongue. C breaks away and Ren looks dazed, saliva dripping down his chin. 

“Oh, C… When did you get here?”

C brushes Ren’s chin with his thumb, wiping it on his shirt. “You recognize me after that, huh?” C hooks his arms under Ren’s thighs and lifts him up—Ren scrambles to wrap his arms around C’s neck as he’s carried to their bedroom. “Let’s get you to bed, Ren.”

“I don’t wanna sleep yet…” Ren mumbles against C’s shoulder, turning his head to kiss at C’s neck. C hums in acknowledgement and sits Ren on the bed, kneeling down to untie his shoes. 

“It’s late, babe. Are you hungry? I can attempt to make you something.” C sets Ren’s shoes aside and walks over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable tee for Ren to change into. He sets the clothes on the bed next to Ren, who’s pouting. 

“No…”

Ren makes no move to change, but he looks so damn cute that C can’t resist helping him. He undoes Ren’s jeans, tugging them off and letting them fall to the floor. 

“Come on, you need to change. Let's go to bed.”

Ren ignores C, flopping back against the bed and rolling onto his stomach. C’s eyes flick down to Ren’s ass but he stops himself, forcing his eyes away. Instead, he tugs at Ren’s shirt, pulling it over his head. He tries to slip the sweatpants onto his boyfriend next but Ren makes it difficult, kicking his feet to stop C. C sighs, slightly annoyed, and gives up, climbing on the bed and sitting next to Ren’s body. 

“Okay, if you’re gonna be a brat then I’m going to bed. You do whatever you want to,” C huffs. He’s ready to close his eyes and sleep, but Ren spreads C’s legs apart and presses his cheek against his thigh, staring up at him. 

“Let’s have sex.”

C snorts at the suggestion. “No way. You’re so drunk you would not be able to fuck me properly. I’ll pass.”

“Nooo,” Ren whines and sits up, pushing his underwear down and dropping it on the bed next to him. C does his best to not look, but his gaze travels across Ren’s toned naked body and down to his soft cock as he sits between C’s legs. “You fuck me.”

C tenses at the request, forever incapable of keeping his cool when Ren wants to be fucked. “You’re drunk.”

Ren frowns, reaching forward to cup C’s crotch, palming his length through his pants. “Don’t care. I want your cock.”

The statement alone has C’s dick hardening already. He clenches his jaw in thought before reaching into the nightstand to pull out their bottle of lube. He tosses it in front of Ren, who blinks at him. 

“If you’re capable of preparing yourself I’ll fuck you. If you can't, I’m going to sleep.” C crosses his arms and leans back against the pillows, challenging Ren. 

Ren looks a little disappointed but takes the bottle anyway, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount of lube onto his hand. He props himself up with an arm and leans back, spreading his legs open and resting them on top of C’s thighs—it gives C the perfect view of Ren’s hole. C watches his boyfriend rub his fingers over himself, immediately attempting to press two inside of him with little luck. Ren’s face scrunches in discomfort and C clicks his tongue, massaging up Ren’s calf. 

“Don’t rush it, Ren.”

“M’ fine,” Ren mumbles, despite clearly biting down on his lower lip in pain as he pushes his fingers in deeper, barely getting past the tip. He flops back on the bed in frustration and idly strokes his cock to distract himself, legs trembling at the uncomfortable stretch. C is obsessed with having Ren on display in front of him, but it isn’t going to go anywhere if he keeps up with it. He lets Ren struggle for a little longer before taking over. 

C uncaps the bottle of lube and pours some directly over Ren’s cock, earning a shocked gasp from the cold as it drips down his shaft and hand and onto his hole, helping ease the glide. His two fingers slip in to his second knuckle and Ren whines. 

“C…”

He’s asking for help so C assists, taking Ren’s wrist and pushing so his fingers push in to the hilt. Ren looks uncomfortable at the sudden stretch, the hand jerking himself coming to a stop. 

“F-Feels weird, C…” Ren pulls out his fingers and catches his breath, upset. “I can’t…”

“You become such a pillow princess when you bottom.” C giggles softly and Ren frowns, taking offense. He’s about to protest but C is gathering the excess lube on his fingers and pushing a finger into Ren in one go, curling upwards to prod at a bundle of nerves. Ren moans, back arching and toes curling at the pleasure finally filling his body. 

“It’s too hard for you to do this? I do it all the time, you know.” C works a second finger in, fucking Ren slowly on his digits and scissoring as he stretches his boyfriend out. “Or are you just that desperate to have me inside of you, even if it’s just my fingers?”

Ren writhes beneath him, cock leaking precum onto his stomach. C notices and splays his hand over Ren’s abdomen, spreading his precum messily over his body. 

“You’re wet here too, Ren… Always so sensitive when you drink.” C licks his lips, pressing a third finger into Ren. His dick is straining against his pants at the sight of Ren’s hole stretching around his fingers—any thought of sleeping and not fucking his boyfriend is now gone. “Fuck it, that’s good enough.” 

C retracts his fingers, hurriedly pushing his pants down to free his cock. He sits up and adjusts himself, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up and pressing the head of his cock against Ren’s entrance, looking down at his boyfriend. Ren’s chest is beautifully tinted red, stomach shiny and damp from his precum and lips parted slightly, soft pants leaving him. He meets C’s eyes, waiting patiently for C to push in. 

“Please,” Ren whimpers, shifting his hips down a little. 

C grants him his wish, pushing into tight heat with firm hands on his boyfriend's hips. 

“Fuck!” Ren cries out, wrapping his legs tight around C when he bottoms out and holding him in place. “S-So good, I’m gonna cum…”

“Already?” C laughs and wraps his hand around the base of Ren’s cock, squeezing as he starts to thrust into him. “No you’re not. I am not letting you pass out on me again.”

C fucks into Ren deep and hard, setting a brutal pace that has Ren moaning lewdly with every slam of his hips. Ren extends a trembling hand out to reach C and C leans in, allowing him to hold on to his shoulders. Ren tugs C down, wanting to kiss, and connects their lips with a sloppy kiss. He moans against C’s lips, nails digging into his back with every thrust that meets his prostate, struggling to catch a break.

“C, f-fuck! Nngh—good—so good,” Ren pants, biting at C’s lower lip. His hands slip off of C’s shoulders and onto his face, holding C close to him. “W-wanna cum…”

“No.” 

C’s breath is hot on Ren’s lips, his denial making Ren’s brows furrow in frustration as he continues to hold the base of Ren’s cock. He slows his pace just enough to add to Ren’s frustration, watching his boyfriend grow more desperate.

“Please!” Ren cries, tears starting to form in his eyes. Sweet, breathy noises leave him with every thrust from C despite his distress. “Please, C I need to… P-Please…” 

C’s cock only grows harder as tears roll down Ren’s cheeks, making him even prettier. He wants to torture him more, but chooses to yield just a little.

“If I let you cum, you need to stay awake. I want you to feel me fucking you—cumming in you, Ren. Can you do that?” C wets his lips, thrusting into Ren particularly hard.

Ren nods, sobbing. “Yes! Yes, whatever you want, y-yes! Just let me—NNGH!” 

C cuts Ren off by pumping his cock quickly, Ren’s orgasm rushing over him all at once. He holds C’s head against his chest as he arches his back, cumming hard with a loud, lewd moan. His hands slip off of C’s face and flat against the bed when he finishes, body weak, but C doesn’t relent and continues to stroke him, leaning back to admire his boyfriend. Ren’s face is so erotic—mouth hanging open, lips slick with spit and face wet from drool and tears—and his body trembles in overstimulation as C continues to work his cock. It turns C on an incredible amount and he fucks into Ren faster, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot… Ren…” He mumbles to himself, releasing Ren’s cock to slip his hands under Ren’s thighs and lift his legs, deepening the angle. Ren whimpers from the sudden change in position, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to close his legs—it doesn’t work, since C keeps them spread open to give him a perfect view of his cock disappearing inside of his boyfriend. He slams into Ren hard, grunting. 

“Eyes open, baby.”

Ren is lost in the pleasure but manages to listen, opening his eyes and locking his hazy gaze with C’s. “Cum…” He mumbles weakly.

C knows what he’s asking for, but is too worked up to pass up an opportunity when he sees one. “You wanna cum again?” He teases. Ren shakes his head but before he can protest C’s hand is wrapping back around his cock, jerking him fast. 

“GH—!” 

Ren grits his teeth at the overstimulation, body clenching around C’s cock. It’s all C needs to push him over the edge, slamming into Ren and bottoming out as he cums inside, hand squeezing Ren’s cock. Ren also reaches his limit for a second time that night, clear liquid spilling out of his dick and onto his body. 

C pants heavily as he catches his breath, gently releasing Ren and pulling out, eyes stuck on the way his cum leaks from Ren’s ass. He brushes his hair back, tucking his dick away when he’s finally come down from his high. He glances at Ren who looks dazed and spent, body unmoving except for the gentle rising and falling of his breathing.

“You okay, babe?”

“Mgnnthrwp…” Ren mumbles incoherently and C tilts his head, confused.

“What?”

“...I’m gonna throw up.”

C blinks as he processes Ren’s words, urgently scrambling off the bed and pulling Ren into his arms. He rushes to the bathroom and sets Ren in front of the toilet just in time for him to empty his guts out into the bowl. C feels a little guilty as he strokes Ren’s hair soothingly, sitting by his boyfriend’s side until he finishes. C flushes the toilet when Ren finally catches a break, resting his cheek against the seat of the toilet and shutting his eyes. Ren looks rough, naked and covered in fluids slumped against the toilet, but C is more concerned than anything. 

“Do you want water?” He asks, and Ren shakes his head ever so slightly.

“Wanna sleep…”

“Okay… Sleep and I’ll take care of the rest, Ren.” C speaks softly, and it’s the last thing Ren hears before he falls asleep.

…

The next morning Ren wakes with a pounding headache and feeling incredibly warm. He blinks his eyes open slowly, finding the room to be in a comfortable darkness. He has the blanket wrapped around him and C is sleeping soundly with his head on his shoulder, arm slung around Ren’s body and holding him close. Ren stares at the wall as he mentally recounts the events of the previous night—Dae’s god awful suggestion of drinking games, Kei appearing at some point for something and the sex, the incredible, intense, overwhelming in the best way possible sex. Ren smiles to himself at the memory, turning to press a kiss onto C’s head. C immediately jolts awake at the feeling, sitting up and blinking in tired confusion. 

“W-What? What’s happening, are you okay?” He looks at Ren, worried. “I’m so sorry for last night. I got carried away, I shouldn’t have, I—”

“Baby, I’m fine.” Ren frees an arm from underneath the comforter and guides C back down to lay against him, rubbing his neck lovingly. “Don’t apologize. Last night was great.”

“But you threw up… I took it too far, I—”

“C.” Ren waits until C closes his mouth, blue eyes watching him with concern. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Definitely the best sex with you topping. Do not apologize. I threw up because Dae is a fucking idiot who wanted to try mixing liquors for fun, not because you know how to fuck me right.”

C sighs and settles back against Ren’s shoulder, hugging him close. “Okay… at least you remember everything. You came home so drunk I was afraid you were blacked out.”

“Oh I did for a little bit.” 

Ren states casually and C shoots him another concerned look. “I remember starting Dae’s stupid fucking drinking game and that Kei was there at some point? Unless I hallucinated that, I can’t figure out why he was there. And then I didn’t really remember anything else until your fingers were inside of me.”

“Ren… You should’ve stopped me.”

“Baby.” Ren kisses C’s forehead reassuringly. “Everything I ask for is always wanted and consensual even if I’m drunk. I will never regret it, so please don’t feel bad. Although…”

“Although?” C bites his lip. 

“We should definitely do that again sometime. I can take a lot more of your edging when I’m sober.” Ren grins and C raises his eyebrow, a smile finally crossing his face. 

“Is that a challenge? Because there’s quite a few toys I want to try on you that I just know will unravel you so fast.” C kisses Ren’s neck, short and sweet. 

“Maybe it is. Thank you for cleaning me up, by the way.” Ren tugs at the shirt he’s wearing that he didn’t recall putting on. “It feels like you took really good care of me.”

“You’re welcome, babe. I’d do it any time for you.”

[ryu-skies]

reunited

Dae learns that C and Ren are back together. (1.5k) 🔞 towards end

C joins Ren to visit his apartment; they had intentions of picking up some clothes and stuff to bring back to C’s apartment since Ren is basically staying there all the time, but got a little distracted. 

Ren and C are in Ren’s bedroom having a heated makeout session on Ren’s bed—C is straddling Ren wearing one of Ren’s hoodies and only his underwear, his shorts having been discarded almost immediately upon entering. Ren is also half naked, shirt tossed somewhere into a pile of clothes being “sorted” on the floor. His hands grip C’s waist tightly as C grinds down against him, making delightful, sensual noises as his hands pull at Ren’s hair. They’re so caught up in each other they don’t realize they left the door wide open, having entered the room with pure intentions that quickly devolved. C’s hand slips under Ren’s sweatpants, and just as he has Ren’s dick in hand they hear Dae’s voice ring through the apartment. 

“Ren? I saw your car. You’re finally here for once and you couldn’t even text me?”

Ren yanks C’s hand out of his pants, cursing as he hears Dae’s footsteps approach. “Fuck, he always has the worst timing,” he mumbles to C who only grins in response. 

“Seriously dude, I don’t know what’s been going on in your life that makes it so hard to reply to my texts. I just want to know that you’re alive—WOAH.” Dae freezes in the doorway of Ren’s room, jaw hanging open as he takes in the sight of C seated comfortably on Ren’s hips. Ren and C have matching hickeys covering their necks, even more red bite marks trailing down onto Ren’s chest. Dae blushes and clicks his tongue once he recovers from the initial shock. “Well. I see what’s been keeping you busy.”

C waves, innocent smile on his face. “Hi Dae.”

“Hello, sweet C.” Dae enters the room, stepping over the discarded clothing on the floor to approach the bed. He opens his arms for a hug. “I haven’t been able to properly talk to you yet.”

C gets off of the bed to hug Dae tightly, leaving Ren slightly annoyed and not so subtly adjusting his rapidly dying boner in his pants. 

“I know! It’s been so long and I kind of missed you.” C smiles up at Dae, arms squeezing around his torso. 

“Of course you did.” Dae ruffles his hair, making eye contact with Ren and sticking his tongue out. Ren squints at him and flips him off. “So sorry I interrupted the marathon sex it seems you two are having.”

C laughs, loud and bright. He pulls out of the hug and sits back on the bed next to Ren who wraps an arm around his waist and tugs him closer. “It’s okay. There will be time for that later.”

“If you leave us alone,” Ren adds. 

Dae grins, leaning down to pick up Ren’s shirt and throwing it at him. “Oh Rennie, always so mad when I cockblock you.” Ren grunts and rolls his eyes, pulling his shirt on. “Unfortunately for you, I’d like some answers.” Dae sits on the edge of Ren’s bed, getting comfortable. 

“Yes, you look stupid.” Ren deadpans.

“That was not the question. So,” He pauses to use his vape, blowing the vapor out slowly. “When did this happen? Are you both just giving in to your urges and hooking up? Is this the reason why you’ve been unreachable for a week, Ren?”

“When did you start vaping?” C interjects, looking confused. 

“Deflecting, I see. I could answer that but it’ll be a long story.”

Ren glances at C. “He got bored one day and bet that he could try vaping without getting addicted. You can guess how that went, seeing as it’s a year later and that thing never leaves his hand.”

“I can quit whenever I want, Ren.” Dae narrows his eyes, pointing with the pink stick. “Now someone answer me.”

“We’re dating!” C exclaims, unable to hide his excitement. 

“Oh?” Dae raises an eyebrow, turning to Ren. “Is that so?”

Ren blushes, hand squeezing C’s side. He fails to hide his smile, clearly pleased by C’s enthusiasm. “Yeah. It happened a week ago.” He ignores Dae’s knowing smirk, instead happily gazing at C. “I haven’t been by that much because I’ve been staying with C. We’re actually only here to pick up some clothes and stuff.”

“Sorry, Dae. I'm stealing your roommate.” 

Dae shakes his head. “No, no, it’s fine. I haven't seen him this happy in quite a while and from what I’ve heard you haven’t been this happy in a while either.”

C laughs sheepishly, hand squeezing Ren’s. “I figured Ren has somewhat been filling you in. I'm surprised he didn’t tell you as soon as we got back together, though.”

“I’ve been a little distracted.” Ren shrugs, pressing a kiss to C’s arm. 

Dae raises his eyebrows in amusement, vape between his lips. “I'm happy that my friends are back together. Just like old times, huh?” He blows, sweet scent hitting C and Ren. 

“Well, It’s a little different,” C hums, peering at Ren. 

“It’s better,” Ren finishes. 

“I’ll leave you to it, then. Will you both at least stay for dinner before you leave again?”

“Yes!” C beams, excited at the thought of sharing a meal with Ren and Dae once again. “What did you have in mind?”

Dae shrugs, yawning as he slowly heads back to the door. “We can go out and get hot pot or something. There’s no food here, considering Ren hasn’t been home.” Dae shoots Ren a look and Ren sticks his tongue out. “I’m gonna take a nap, come bother me when you’re both done ransacking Ren’s room.”

“Yay! Sleep well, Dae!” C calls after Dae as he leaves Ren’s room, waiting until he hears a door close before swinging his legs back on top of Ren and straddling his thighs. He tugs Ren’s sweatpants down and takes his soft cock into hand, pumping him slowly with a hungry look in his eyes. “Shall we continue?”

Ren bites his lip, cock immediately reacting to C’s touch and hardening quickly. He glances at the door to his room still left open, face red. “Close the door first, C…”

“No.” C laughs softly, sitting up to shuffle out of his underwear. He tosses them to the side and lines himself up over Ren’s cock, guiding the tip inside of him and slowly sinking down. He’s still soft and stretched out from earlier and Ren curses, hands flying to C’s hips and squeezing. “Don’t be too loud.”

C starts to move, raising his ass up and grinding back down onto Ren, hips moving in circles. It drives Ren crazy having C back on top of him after so long and the copious amount of sex they’ve had since getting back together hasn’t changed his excitement one bit. He waited so long and now he finally has C, gorgeous as ever as he rides Ren’s cock like a professional. 

“Fuck, C,” Ren curses, hands slipping up C’s hips and under his hoodie to squeeze around his small waist. “You’re so sexy…”

C smiles, panting softly as he tries to withhold his moans. He slams down onto Ren’s cock particularly good and a moan slips out, making him slap his hand over his mouth. “Oops.”

Ren wets his lips, letting C fuck himself a few more times before lifting him off of his cock. He sits up and switches their position, hooking his arms under C’s knees and thrusting back into him in one motion—it draws out a shared moan between the both of them and C reaches his arms out to pull Ren closer. They kiss sloppily as Ren fucks into C relentlessly, all tongue and teeth and broken moans. The open door has been long forgotten, the only thing on C and Ren’s minds being each other. 

Ren feels his climax build quickly like it always has been lately and slips a hand between them, jerking C’s cock to match the pace of his thrusts. C’s hands tug at Ren’s hair from the sudden stimulation and his back arches as he curls against Ren, climax nearing. 

“A-Ah, Ren—Close, I’m so—nngh!!” C cries out as he cums, pleasure spilling over. He tightens around Ren and it’s not long before Ren is thrusting as deep as possible and cumming inside C, eyes locked on his boyfriend. 

“Oh, baby…” Ren connects their lips with a kiss, passionate with a slip of tongue before they break apart to breathe. “I love you so fucking much.”

C grins, cheeks a beautiful shade of pink from the afterglow. “I love you too. So much.”

He pulls Ren back into a kiss, softer this time, and the sound of Dae’s door opening makes them jolt apart. 

“If you’re gonna fuck, CLOSE THE DOOR.” Dae shouts, slamming the door to Ren’s room shut.

C meets Ren’s eyes with a knowing grin before he breaks into laughter, hugging Ren tightly. Ren can’t help but join in and laugh against C’s neck, too happy to care about what Dae was forced to listen to.

[ryu-skies]

argue

C and Zane disagree on something. (1k)

C and Zane are having dinner in Zane’s penthouse, a simple yet tasty pasta dish that Zane prepared for the two of them. They’ve been together for three months and C is used to spending his nights with Zane, rarely sleeping in his apartment and instead choosing to sleep next to Zane. At this point he basically lives with Zane, but C doesn’t push; he’s happy with whatever arrangement they currently have.

“You know, I heard that camboys make a lot of money,” C says casually, twirling the noodles around his fork and happily taking a bite. “Like, an insane amount of money.”

Zane visibly stiffens at the sudden topic. “Is that so?”

C nods, looking up at Zane. “Yeah! I did some research and one guy made like $15,000 from one livestream, it’s crazy.”

“Mm,” Zane responds, a simple and clear attempt to end the conversation.

“I think I could make a pretty good camboy, don’t you agree? All you have to do is look pretty and flirt with some strangers and—”

“No.”

C pauses, setting his fork down. “What?”

“I don’t think you’d be very good at all.” Zane takes a sip of his wine, locking eyes with C. C takes offense, of course, taken aback. 

“Why would you say that? I’m handsome, I have a nice body, and I could make a damn good show.” C crosses his arms, upset. “You think it’s hard to fuck myself on some toys so good people donate to me? If that’s what—”

“No, C.” Zane slams his glass down, shaking the table with the force. Zane looks angry, irked at the thought of C streaming himself. His reaction takes C by surprise, Zane having never raised his voice before. 

“Why not?” C challenges, annoyed. 

“Because you’re not a slut.” Zane stares at C coldly, not breaking eye contact. 

“What the fuck, Zane?” C looks back in disbelief. “It’s my body. I can do whatever I want with it and if I want to make money that way—”

“I take good care of you, C.” Zane snaps, voice dripping with anger. “I pay you more than enough to be comfortable, there’s absolutely no reason you need to be working a job. Especially not one like that.”

“What I choose to do is none of your—”

“It is if you’re living—”

“Stop fucking cutting me off!” C yells, chair screeching as he stands up, now thoroughly pissed off. “We’re not even in a relationship. You don’t own me. You have no say in how I spend my free time. And I think you might be fucking insecure if you can’t fathom the thought of your paid companionship camming on the internet. Do you think I’m gonna start fucking strangers, Zane? Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

Zane blinks, unphased as C yells at him. He waits until C is quiet. “Are you done?”

C grits his teeth, refusing to reply. 

“If you want to talk about insecurity, I’d take a look at yourself. You have absolutely everything, C. I take care of you in more ways than just financially, I make sure you have everything you need to live a comfortable life, and I know for a fact that I satisfy you in bed. There’s no reason for you to become a camboy unless you’re insecure or unsatisfied with our sex life—which you’ve never once had a single complaint about, by the way. It sounds to me like you’re searching for praise from strangers.” Zane speaks calmly, standing when he finishes and turning to walk towards his bedroom, leaving their plates unfinished and abandoned on the table. “Or maybe I’m wrong and you just like the thought of whoring yourself out.”

C deflates as he watches Zane walk away, being left alone at the table. He knows Zane probably means well despite his harsh words—Zane has never argued with him about anything before, so surely this was something worth fighting back on. 

…And maybe Zane had a point about C’s insecurity, his need for constant reassurance. C knows that’s something he needs to work on, a sore point in his past relationship with Ren and even with casual hookup partners before then. The more he thinks, the worse he feels, chewing at his lip as he comes to the realization that maybe Zane was right the whole time. C stares down at the dining table and sighs, carrying the dishes to the kitchen sink and taking his time to clean as he thinks. 

When he’s finally tormented himself enough he works up the courage to go after Zane and heads into his bedroom, glancing inside. He hears movement from Zane’s closet and pads over, finding Zane changing in silence. C approaches the older man and wraps his arms around Zane’s waist from behind, pressing his face against his bare back. 

“I’m sorry.”

Zane doesn’t respond, shirt in hand. 

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. You’re right. It was a stupid idea and I won’t do it. I won’t bring it up again.” C squeezes Zane weakly, hating how he feels himself start to tear up. He shuts his eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears from coming. 

“I forgive you, sweetheart.” Zane turns around in his hold and brushes though C’s hair reassuringly, coaxing him to lift his head. C’s eyes are watery and sad as he stares up at Zane, chin against his collarbones. 

“I’m really sorry, Zane…” C mumbles and Zane smiles softly, kissing C’s forehead. 

“That’s enough apologizing.” He brushes C’s eyes with a gentle thumb, swiping away the wetness. “It’s okay. Let’s go to sleep now, honey.”

C nods dumbly, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to Zane’s lips. “Okay,” he whispers.

[ryu-skies]

gym

Ren joins C at the gym. (1.5k) 🔞

C is pent up and annoyed about something he’s been working on not not going to plan and decides to take a break and go for a late night workout session before he sleeps. Ren lowkey doesn’t want him to go because it’s the middle of the night, but C is a grown man so he can’t really stop him

“What, you wanna come with me?” C laughs, stretching his arms out in their doorway.

“Sure.” Ren agrees, despite being incredibly comfortable in their bed. He never joins C on workouts, but he knows agreeing will be an instant mood-lifter for C.

“Wait, really?” C lights up, a smile appearing on his face. 

Ren nods, watching as C gets dressed in his usual workout gear (although he opts for a tighter pair of leggings than usual). Ren notices this and raises an eyebrow, but is still kind of tired so he focuses on getting out of bed and pulling some clothes on instead.

C gives him a nice kiss and offers to drive when they’re ready to leave, and Ren almost dozes off on the drive there. 

Once they arrive, they drop their stuff off in the locker room and C guides Ren to do some stretches with him. Ren obliges, immediately feeling more awake seeing  C's toned ass under the bright lights of the gym, his stretches feeling more lewd than usual.

“I was just planning on running for a bit, did you want to do something else?” C asks, despite knowing that Ren doesn’t really have any favorite workout to do. 

“Nah, I’ll stay with you.” Ren shakes his head and follows C to the treadmills. 

He chooses a station next to his boyfriend and starts the machine, setting it to a leisurely walking pace. He hums to himself as he gets used to the movement and glances over at C. C is in a full on sprint, looking to be in his own world. His brows are tense and he’s very focused on his workout, AirPods in and everything. Ren can hear his panting and admires his figure, impressed by how great his boyfriend is. 

They run (C does, at least) for about an hour before C is taking out his AirPods and slowing to a walk on his treadmill. He glances over at Ren, who looks equally as worn out and happens to also be staring at C. They step off the machines and C wipes his face and neck with a towel, accepting the water bottle from Ren. 

“Good job, babe. Thank you for joining me.” He smiles, taking a drink. A drop of water escapes from his lips and Ren's eyes follow it down  C's neck  and into his jacket. “I know I didn’t talk much, but you just being here made it a lot better.”

Ren smiles and takes the bottle back from C. “Of course.” He starts towards the locker room, but C stops him with a hand on his forearm. 

“Hey, we still have to do our cool down stretches. You’ll regret it tomorrow if you don’t.” He pulls Ren back to their previous spot and steps forward into a deep lunge. “C’mon babe.”

Ren's eyes are glued on C’s ass now– he essentially spent the entire time on the treadmill watching how every muscle on  C's body tensed and relaxed, and listening to his panting that sounded very familiar to how it did during their other activities, so he was worked up. 

“Mm.” Ren hums in response, lazily following his boyfriend’s lead. 

When they finish, C catches on to Ren, noticing his half lidded eyes and piercing gaze. C smiles to himself, walking ahead of Ren towards the locker room and already knowing what to expect. Sure enough, as soon as the door shuts behind them Ren is caging C up against the wall, hands dragging over his sides and waist.

“You’re so sexy.”

C grins, arms wrapping around Ren's neck. “Yeah? Did you spend the entire time watching me?”

Ren nods, forehead pressing against C’s as he stares straight into his eyes, lips ghosting over C’s. “Yeah.”

C leans in closer, whispering. “Pervert.” He pushes against Ren's chest with a giggle and heads towards their locker, unlocking it. 

Ren follows close behind, slotting himself behind c, hands digging into his hips as he grinds his dick forward against C’s ass. “Don’t walk away from me.”

C gasps, instinctively pressing back as he feels his own dick growing hard. “Ren, we’re at the gym. Someone could come at any moment. We’re not doing this.” He protests, but Ren's firm hands feel so good on him and the endorphins from his workout are still running high. “Mn… ah…”

Ren bites at his neck, pressing his hips harder against C. “It’s like 2:00am, baby. No one will come.” Ren steps back and pulls C’s leggings down, earning a sharp gasp as the cold air hits C’s cock. C grips on the edge of the  locker, looking back towards Ren nervously. 

“Ren…” He hesitates, meeting Ren's eyes. 

“It’ll be fine, baby.” Ren presses two fingers against C’s hole, applying pressure against the rim. 

C gasps a moan, his other hand moving to spread his ass open. “Fuck, fine… Just fuck me already, please. No teasing.”

Ren grins and works his fingers in with ease, C’s hole still slick and pliable from their escapades earlier that night. He curls his fingers up and presses, causing C to buckle beneath him. C steadies himself against the locker and turns back again, glaring. 

“I said no teasing! We don’t have time for this.”

“Alright, alright.” Ren removes his fingers, pushing his pants down and stroking his cock a few times. He presses against C’s entrance, the tip going in easily before meeting some resistance. C pushes back, coaxing Ren into him, and succeeds in getting Ren to thrust all the way in and bottom out. 

Ren's hands return to C's waist and he pulls his boyfriend back with each slow thrust, mouthing over his neck and eating up every moan that leaves C. 

Eventually C gets fed up, pushing Ren back with a hand and earning a disappointed groan when his dick slips out. 

“Wha–?”

C pushes Ren to sit on the bench before he can complain further and lowers himself onto his dick, seating himself in Ren's lap. He presses his hands flat against the lockers in front of him for stability and lifts his hips, thrusting himself back down onto his boyfriend’s dick with force. Ren lets out a pathetic moan, hands slipping under C’s jacket to press flat against his abs. 

“You’re too fucking slow.” C pants, and starts a brutal pace of fucking himself hard onto Ren's dick. 

Ren can’t even speak, a mixture of too tired and too blissed out to argue. He rests his forehead against C’s back, eyes squeezing shut. ���Baby– nngh…”

C pants heavily as he works himself on his boyfriend's dick, feeling his climax build rather quickly as he remembers his surroundings. He pushes down once more before leaning back against Ren’s body, head falling against his shoulder while his hand scrambles to grab Ren’s and wraps it around his dick. 

“Finish me off, please Ren–“ he gasps, voice trailing into a high pitched whine when Ren squeezes around his dick and pumps him quickly. Ren’s tongue drags over his neck, lapping up any sweat like the sick pervert he is. 

“You’re so fucking good, baby… you’re so good to me, I love you. I love you so much–“ Ren babbles against his neck and C cums hard, clenching around Ren’s cock. 

C hears Ren groan loudly against him and feels his cum coating his insides, his legs trembling while his other hand clenches Ren’s hand pressed against his stomach.  

They slowly come down from their high, nothing but panting echoing in the locker room. When C is finally coherent enough, he opens his eyes, gaze immediately falling on the streaks of cum decorating the locker in front of them. He stands in a hurry, Ren’s dick slipping out of him with a lewd squelch accompanied by a whine. 

“Oh my god, babe, we need to clean up.” C looks around and spots the towel he was using earlier and leans down to pick it up, freezing when he feels fingers dragging up his balls and back into his hole. “Nngh–!” He whips around, face red.

Ren stares back at him with a dopey grin, his soft dick twitching with interest. “Sorry. My cum was dripping out.”

C quickly tugs his leggings back up, ignoring the wetness he can feel forming on the cloth behind him. He grips the base of Ren’s neck. “Ugh, you’re so…” C pulls him into a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, tongue pressing against Ren’s. As expected, Ren moans into the kiss and licks his lips when C breaks away. “We can go one more time at home if you help me clean up and get us out of here.”

Ren chases his lips for another kiss, but C keeps his mouth shut, denying entry. “Yes baby.” Ren finally tucks his dick away and wipes off their mess, mumbling an apology to the poor worker that will be the one doing laundry when he tosses the towel in the dirty bin. 

When they leave, he walks closely behind C to help cover the embarrassing wet spot on the back of his leggings and gives a friendly wave to the night staff giving them an awkward stare on their way out.

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collar

C gets a collar and it's not for a dog. (1.3k) 🔞 

Ren gets home from running errands and spots a collar lying on the island as he’s putting groceries away. He’s a little confused, but finishes organizing the fridge and putting things where they belong before turning back to the strange item. He picks it up and examines it— it’s a thick black collar made of high quality leather with studs on the outside, and the inside lined with soft fuzzy fabric. It was a little fancy for a dog, especially considering they didn’t even own one. Ren held the weighty leather in his hand and walked over to the office to find his boyfriend. 

C was seated at his desk, humming along to music that was presumably blasting in his headphones. He was busy editing a video as usual, nonchalantly working on a POV video of him getting railed from behind. Ren tapped his shoulder and C paused his work, pulling his headphones down around his neck. He turned around with a smile. 

“Hi babe. What’s up?”

“Are we… getting a dog?” Ren held up the collar. 

C laughed and took the piece of leather, undoing the buckle. “No.”

“Then why do we have a dog collar? I’m a little confused.”

“It’s not a dog collar. I can show you.” C stood up and pulled the collar around Ren’s neck, tightening the buckle until it fit snug against him. “See? Perfect fit.”

Ren’s cheeks flushed as he lifted a hand to touch the collar, feeling at the leather and studs. He swallowed and met C’s eyes, nervous, confused, and a little turned on. “W-What?”

“I got a leash too. I think it’s here somewhere.” C only grinned at him before turning back to his desk. He shuffled through a few drawers before pulling out a leash—it was made of a silver chain attached to a handle with matching smooth leather. C attached it to Ren’s collar and tugged gently. “Ta daah.”

Ren stared down at the leash, the handle held firmly in C’s fist. His heart felt as though it was stuck in his throat, excited nerves running through his body at the idea of C commanding him. “I don’t get it…”

“I’m sure you’ll catch on quickly. You’re very obedient, after all.” C sat back down in his office chair, crossing his legs. He stared directly into Ren’s eyes. “Sit.”

“Huh?”

C’s eyes narrowed. “I said sit.” His tone changed, more commanding. 

Ren shivered, dick twitching in interest. He slowly moved to sit, knees resting against the floor. 

“Good boy. Now come here.” C tugged gently at the leash, coaxing Ren forward. Ren moved to stand and C pulled roughly. “Uh uh. That’s not how dogs walk.”

“O-oh,” Ren breathed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. He crawled forward towards C on his hands and knees, stopping in front of him. He stared up at C, licking his lips. 

“There you go, that’s how you do it.” C ruffled his hair and smiled, uncrossing his legs. Ren’s eyes immediately fell to his crotch.  

C lifted a foot, pushing against Ren’s chest to get him back into a sitting position. He trailed his foot lower until he could feel Ren’s dick, already hard and straining against his pants. He pressed down and Ren hissed, spreading his legs apart to allow C better access. “Is my puppy already turned on?”

Ren nodded, hands stroking C’s calf as he bucked up for more pressure. “Yeah,” he panted. 

C pressed down a little harder before removing his foot. “Take off your pants and underwear.” 

“Okay.” Ren hurriedly undid his pants, shuffling to remove his lower garments quickly. He sat back on his knees, dick already leaking and standing at attention. If he was with anyone other than C he’d die of embarrassment, but he trusted C with his life. “Now what?”

“Shh, puppies don’t talk.” He lifted his foot to Ren’s mouth, pressing against his lips. “Take off my sock.”

Ren followed, obediently taking the tip of his sock between his teeth and pulling back. He dropped the sock to the floor and nestled his cheek against C’s foot, precum dripping from his dick. C grinned at how desperate Ren was, wrapping the leash around his fist. 

“Don’t forget the other one.” 

He switched feet and Ren made quick work of his other sock, eager to move on to the next thing.

“Good boy,” C breathed and Ren keened at the praise, hips jutting desperately for friction. “Does my puppy want a reward?”

Ren nodded, hands trailing over C’s legs. “Yes.”

“Beg for it.” C pressed a foot to his dick, not moving. Ren gasped and buckled forward, hand gripping C’s ankle tightly. 

“Yes, please. Please, sir. Please give me a reward, sir.” He stared up at C, sweat adorning his forehead. 

“Sir? Wow, you're a fast learner. I didn’t even have to ask.” He rewarded Ren by pressing down, foot sliding over the length of Ren’s cock. Ren cursed as C flattened his sole against his cock, head falling against C’s thigh as his nails dug into his calf. He panted heavily, punctuating his ruts against C’s foot with soft moans. Ren stared at C’s cock straining against his shorts, before lifting his hands to tug at the hem of his shorts. 

“Please…” he mumbled, and C’s eyes lit up. 

“Aw, puppy wants to please me too? You’re really such a good boy, Ren.” 

C pushed his shorts down to free his cock, using the leash to pull Ren closer against his dick. Ren wasted no time taking C’s cock in his hands and licking over his length, taking the tip into his mouth quickly and sucking. He dragged his tongue through the slit to spread the slick precum before taking C further into his mouth, his cock nudging the back of his throat. C threw his head back with a moan, other hand digging into Ren’s hair while Ren worked himself over C’s dick. He kept his foot pressed against Ren’s dick and let his boyfriend do all the work, humping against his foot while he choked on his cock. 

C cursed lowly and weakly fucked into Ren’s mouth, roughly holding him in place as he came down his throat. His foot unconsciously pressed hard against Ren’s dick and Ren moaned loudly against C’s cock, cumming hard from the pressure. C pulled Ren off of his dick by his hair, panting heavily as he stared down at Ren’s debauched expression, face slick with saliva and tears. He carefully undid the collar and dropped it to the side, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend.

“I love you so fucking much.” C brushed his thumbs over Ren’s cheeks, cleaning up his face. 

“I love you too,” Ren said hoarsely, hand brushing C’s leg as he leaned back. “Sorry for making your foot all… y’know.” He picked up one of C’s discarded socks and lovingly cleaned his boyfriend, ignoring the fact that he still had no pants on. “I’ll wash your socks.” 

“Oh Ren,” C sighed happily, resting his chin in his hand as he leaned on the armrest. “I’m so obsessed with you. You always let me do whatever I want and never question it.” 

Ren stood on weak legs, pulling his underwear and jeans back on. He tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, picking up the collar from the floor and setting it onto C’s desk. “Well, yeah. I trust you and you haven’t had a single bad idea so far.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to C’s forehead. “And it’s not like you’re the only one getting something out of it.”

C smiled up at him. “You’re the best.”

“Uh huh.” Ren laughed, ruffling C’s hair. “Finish your work. I’ll get the laundry started and then we can get working on dinner, yeah?” 

It was implied that Ren would be the one cooking and C would maintain the very important job of watching him and keeping him company, since he was banned from cooking. C nodded, waking his computer from the screensaver. 

“Yep, I’ll be there in a bit.”

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history

C asks Ren about his dating history. (1.5k)

“So you basically know everyone I’ve dated since we broke up…” C starts, admiring the way Ren’s back muscles flex as he cooks, dutifully stirring vegetables in a pan. “I mean, it was only one total asshole but… I was wondering about who you dated. I think you said there were multiple.”

“About that…” Ren says and lowers the heat, setting the lid on top of the pan. He turns to C with a guilty smile. “I was only in one relationship, but we lasted less than a month.”

C laughs, resting his chin in his hands. “Less than a month?! We were broken up for almost two and a half years and you only dated one person for less than a month? Oh my god, was it Dae?”

“No way.” Ren slices open a pack of beef and sets it on the cutting board, cutting the meat into thin slices. “Why would your mind immediately go to him? You know the chances of that happening have always been less than zero.”

“I’m just saying! Maybe you guys wanted to try it out and it failed.” Ren snorts at C’s suggestion, continuing his work. “Did you at least sleep with anyone in those two years? Have any hookups?”

“Mm, no. Just the girl I dated and…” Ren pauses, shooting C a look. “And Dae one night when we were really drunk and high.”

C gasps and covers his mouth dramatically, making a show of it. “Oh my god… I don’t know if I’m more shocked by you dating a girl or sleeping with Dae. While high! I didn’t know you smoked.”

He wants to say I knew it, but knows better than to tease Ren further about his relationship with Dae.

“It was a one time thing, okay. A night of very questionable decisions.” Ren makes another cut, setting the meat in a bowl. “Why are you shocked about me dating a girl?” He’s a bit perplexed by C’s reaction.

“Are you not… I thought you were gay. You are, right?” C blinks at him.

“Uh, I’m bisexual.” Ren stares back at C, equally as confused. “Did I not tell you this?”

“Oh… Oh my god, it all makes sense.” C’s cheeks burn in embarrassment as he runs his hands down his face. “I just assumed when you said you’ve slept with girls that it was an experimental thing. I didn’t know—I’m so sorry. I’m so embarrassed.”

“C, it’s okay,” Ren laughs. “I mean, I assumed you knew already without me telling you. But yes, I dated a girl and she dumped me because I was too hung up on you. And clearly she was right, because I didn’t date anyone else for two years and now I’m here, back with you where I belong.”

“That’s… That’s true… I guess I’m glad it didn’t work out.”

Ren hums, adding a few sauces and seasoning to the bowl and mixing the meat in. “Mhm. Fun fact, by the way, dating her was the first time I ever faked an orgasm.”

“Pfft—” C chokes and covers his mouth, unable to contain his shock once again. “Ren, what? You faked an orgasm? That poor girl…”

“It was no fault to her.” Ren removes the lid on the pan and adds the meat in, starting to stir fry again. “I just couldn’t get into it. Every time she tried to give me a blowjob or initiate sex I made up an excuse to get out of it. It was not my finest moment.” He glances over his shoulder, smiling in amusement at C.

“Oh my god, no wonder you only lasted less than a month. I would go insane if I was dating someone and handsome as you and never got to fuck.”

Ren laughs. “Look, I made sure she was satisfied. I just had no desire to have sex again when I couldn’t finish the first time.”

C whistles, resting his chin on his hand. “Sheesh… I almost feel bad for her. What was she like?”

“Her name was Riley. We had a few classes together after you graduated and she was the one to ask me out. She was sweet, a super nice girl—I just wasn’t present in the relationship.”

“Was she pretty?”

“Not as pretty as you,” Ren answers without hesitation, looking back to smile at C. “Can you plate the rice for us? I’m almost done here.”

C giggles to himself, too pleased with Ren’s answer. “Yes, babe.” He gets up and grabs two dishes from the cabinet, setting them down next to the rice cooker. “So how did she dump you?”

“You really want to know?” Ren gives C a look, turning off the heat on the stove. He waits for C to pass him a plate and scoops the meat and vegetable mixture, keeping it presentable. “Dae actually talked me into breaking up with her first, but she beat me to it. We met at a coffee shop but we didn’t even make it inside—she said I was a nice guy but I really needed to get over my ex before dating and that was that.”

“Oh wow… Were you sad?” C hands Ren the second plate and watches his boyfriend finish preparing their meal, sprinkling sesame seeds and green onions as garnish.

“Nah, she was totally right.” Ren picks the plates up and carries them over to the table. “And then I went home and kissed Dae.”

“WHAT?” C’s jaw drops and Ren laughs loudly, taking his apron off. He sets it on the counter and turns to C with a grin.

“What?”

“You!!” C stomps over to Ren, arms wrapping around his waist tightly. He pulls Ren against him, his boyfriend still grinning innocently. “You said nothing happened between you two except that one time! I feel like there’s a lot of tea between you both you’re conveniently leaving out here!”

Ren knows C isn’t upset, instead he’s the opposite—eyes glowing in interest and curiosity, the edges of his lips twitching up in a smile. C squeezes him tighter, trapping him.

“Tell me everything if you want to eat your gorgeous creation before it gets cold! I want to know every sexual encounter with Dae that happened in my absence!”

“You’re so weird, baby.” Ren laughs, pecking C’s lips. “I’m only saying this once so you better listen.”

“I’m listening!”

“We had sex a few weeks after you broke up with me, but that was kind of an awful attempt at coping so it doesn’t really count.”

C nods, paying attention. “Go on…”

“And then we had sex again when we were both drunk and high as fuck—also a very poorly thought through decision.”

“Uh huh, and?”

“And then we made out a little after Riley dumped me because Dae said I should just use him for sex instead of some girl I’m not interested in dating.”

“Oh my god, were you fuckbuddies?!” C’s mouth hangs open in awe and Ren’s cheeks redden as he shakes his head vehemently.

“No. That kiss was me trying it out and it was too weird because clearly I was still hung up on someone.” Ren pokes C’s forehead. “You, in case you couldn’t figure that out.”

C smiles widely, pleased. “I figured that part out.”

“Well that was my detailed sexual history with Dae, are you happy now? Are we allowed to eat?” Ren motions to the table with his head, their pretty plates of food waiting.

“Yes! Yes we can.” C kisses Ren on his lips and Ren reciprocates, hands sliding around to cop a feel of C’s ass before they separate. “I’d let you know my full sexual history while we were apart in exchange but I think you’d hate it considering who it was with.”

Ren scoffs, sitting down at the table. “Yeah, please spare me.”

C hums, taking a bite of his food. He makes a happy noise, Ren’s cooking always being so delicious every time. “I can tell you about the times I jerked off to you if you want, though.”

Ren almost chokes on his food, managing to swallow after a slight struggle. “H-Huh? Like in college?”

“No, like when we were friends. Before we got back together.” C shrugs, continuing to eat unbothered. Ren only stares at him, cheeks pink.

“You… You really did?”

C finally sets his fork down, eyebrow raised in confusion. “Um, yeah? A couple of times in the month leading up to your confession. I assume you did too?”

“Yeah, but I had no idea you felt the same way until that day. This is really… wow. I’m so in love with you.”

“I thought I was doing a terrible job at hiding my attraction to you, Ren. But then again I also had no idea you had feelings for me until you confessed, so maybe we’re both dumb,” C laughs happily. “At least we figured it out somehow. Now eat your food before it gets cold, it’s sooo delicious.”

“Yeah,” Ren smiles, finally lifting his fork again to eat. “But please do tell me about how you got off to me afterwards. In full detail.”

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wip 🔞

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insecurity

Zane finds himself with a funny feeling. (<1k)

It’s late at night, Lance tucked comfortably back against Zane’s body as he dozes off, Zane’s arms snug around his waist holding him close. Zane lies awake, stuck in his own thoughts as he listens to the soft breathing of his lover.

He’s thinking, thinking about his relationship with Lance and all the others he’s had before, a mess of experiences and unsuccessful trysts. He thought he knew what he was doing when he finally got to C, thought he knew what he wanted and how to get it but it never worked—never got reciprocated in the way that Lance does. It’s strange, looking back and thinking that every moment led him here, committed, engaged, loved. Zane feels good about it—there’s not a single part of his relationship with Lance he feels like went wrong. If anything it feels like everything went too right too easily, leaving him with a perfect little fiancé. But there’s a strange feeling too, one he’s not used to feeling.

Insecurity.

“Mm.. Zane,” Lance stirs, voice heavy with sleep.

Zane blinks, pulled away from his thoughts as his lover turns in his arms and peers up at him with tired eyes. “Darling?”

Lance lifts his hand to gently press against Zane’s cheek, brushing his thumb across his skin. “You’re not asleep…”

Zane smiles fondly and looks down at Lance, hair messy and pretty blue eyes tiredly blinking at him in confusion. He’s so beautiful, so adorable, so—

“What’s wrong?”

So attentive.

Zane exhales, hand running up Lance’s side. He’s never lied to Lance before, so he wouldn’t this time. “Are you sure you want to be with me?”

“What.” Lance is blunt, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to understand.

“Sometimes I worry that I’m not the one for you. I’m so much older and you’re so young, I just… wonder if there’s better options for you.”

Lance stares at him with his lips parted, processing. “I…”

“You know, someone your age who can give you the excitement and spontaneity that young people have. Someone—”

Lance’s hand hits the base of Zane’s neck and squeezes, making Zane choke on his words in surprise. He meets Lance’s eyes, the tiredness suddenly replaced with anger. “Are you breaking up with me? You’re not allowed to do that. You’re—We just got engaged!”

Lance starts to tear up in frustration and Zane knows he approached the conversation wrong. He cups Lance’s face, stroking his hand through soft brown hair to soothe his boyfriend. “No, sweetheart. Darling. No, I’m not.” Lance’s grip lightens up and the anger melts away just as fast as it came on.

“Then why…? Why would you say that?”

Zane sighs, finding it hard to say the next few words, but Lance keeps staring at him so confused, hurt.

“I’m scared,” He whispers. “I’m scared I’m not enough for you. That you’ll get bored and leave me one day. And I don’t know what I’d do with myself if that day ever comes.”

“Oh…” Lance blinks, pretty tears falling down his cheeks. “But I love you, Zane. I love you so much. There’s nothing to be scared of… I’ll never leave you and I don’t want anyone other than you. “

“Are you sure?”

Zane shocks himself when the words leave his mouth, never once having needed reassurance for anything. But Lance—Lance was his world now.

Lance’s face scrunches up as he sobs, arms wrapping tight around Zane’s waist. “Yes. I’ll never ever leave you and love you forever so you better do the same for me!” He punches Zane in the side lightly, sniffling. “You’re making me cry. Why would you be scared, dummy?”

Zane smiles softly, heart feeling a little lighter. He wipes away Lance’s tears. “Because you mean more to me than anything or anyone ever has. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Ugh,” Lance grumbles and pulls Zane into a kiss, long and sweet. He gives Zane a second to catch his breath when they break away before he goes back in for a second kiss, and a third, and fourth until they’re both breathless. “This is why we’re getting married. We’re made for each other so never question it again, okay?”

Zane nods, smiling brighter than ever. “Okay, darling. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go to bed!” Lance huffs, turning back around and snuggling back against Zane once more. He tugs Zane’s arms around him how they were before and Zane hugs him tight, pressing kisses just behind his ear.

Everything would be okay, he knew it.

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three

C and Ren invite Dae. (3.7k) 🔞

“Would you ever want to have a threesome?”

Ren pauses and thinks about it, eyebrows knit in thought. “I would say I’m okay with it, but I really don’t like the idea of another man inside of you.”

“I get it… What if it was one of our friends?”

Ren gives C a look, cringing—their only shared and closest friend is Dae. “I 100% absolutely do not want Dae inside of you. I would kill him before I let that happen.”

C laughs brightly, amused by how much Ren hated the idea. “Okay, okay… So what I’m hearing is that it’s only okay if we both fuck you?”

“That—!” Ren flushes bright red, eyes wide in shock. He didn’t expect the conversation to turn out this way. “That is not what I meant!”

C smiles innocently, moving his legs so he can sit close against Ren’s side. He rests his hand on Ren’s thigh, slowly rubbing up and in towards his crotch.

“But Ren, you’re so red… Don’t you think it would be nice to have two sets of hands on you, feeling you up? Touching you slowly…”

Ren swallows—C could convince him to do literally anything if he tried. He doesn’t reply, heart pounding in his chest as he stares down at C’s hand. C leans in closer, breath hot against Ren’s ear.

“You’ve both slept together before… but it’ll just be better this time since I’m there too and know just how you like to be fucked…”

Ren squirms, resolve breaking. He peeks at C, mumbling. “I don’t want him to kiss you…”

C grins and retracts his hand, moving to straddle Ren’s lap with ease. He wraps his arms around his neck and presses a short kiss onto Ren’s lips. “That’s okay, it’ll be all about pleasuring you.”

…

C and Ren find common ground on the threesome idea, Ren having been successfully convinced it won’t be a terrible idea by C. They don’t bring it up to Dae until the next time he’s over at their apartment for movie night, vaping from his place on the floor while C lies on Ren’s chest on the couch. C tries to bring it up casually, but Ren immediately knows he’s starting the conversation.

“Would you ever sleep with Ren, Dae?”

Dae blows, not phased by the question. “Is this a test? Because I can’t lie and say I wouldn’t. Dude is attractive.”

“No, it’s not a test. He is very attractive, isn’t he?”

“Mm. Although the only times we slept together were a disaster so maybe not.”

C laughs softly, cheek pressed against Ren’s chest. “So did he fuck you?”

Dae turns to look at C, finally looking away from the tv. “Yeah, he did.”

“Would you ever fuck him?”

“Where are you going with this?” Dae sits up and raises an eyebrow, vape between his lips.

Ren squeezes C, face flushing. “Are you both just gonna talk about me like I’m not here?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll just get to the point,” C giggles, moving to sit up, still on top of Ren. “Do you want to have a threesome with us?”

Dae chokes, dropping his vape and coughing out the air. “Huh? Like actually?” He looks at Ren and back to C. “There’s no way he would allow that.”

Ren grimaces, already embarrassed by what they have yet to tell Dae. “There’s… rules. You’re not allowed to fuck or kiss C unless you want me to strangle you.”

“Uh, I’m fine with that but what’s left for me to do? You can’t fuck both of us at once, Ren.” Dae glances at C in confusion, trying to get some clarification. C only smiles back, a little too excited.

“I’m not getting fucked, Dae. And neither are you.”

“What?” Dae glances at Ren now, finding him bright red with his lip stuck between his teeth. “Oh. OH. Really? I’m allowed to? With him?”

C nods at each of Dae’s questions. Dae whistles and shuffles closer to the couch, poking Ren’s shoulder with his vape.

“Ren? You’ll really let me fuck you?”

“Oh my god, Dae, do you need me to spell it out for you? Yes.” Ren grabs Dae’s vape and throws it across the room. “Stop making this more embarrassing than it has to be.”

Dae grins, looking back at C. “Am I allowed to kiss him too?”

“You can do whatever you want with him.”

“You guys are perverts,” Dae laughs. Ren averts his eyes and C smiles, hands rubbing up and down Ren’s torso.

“Are you in or not?” C asks, already knowing Dae’s answer.

“Absolutely!”

“Geez, don’t sound so excited to fuck me.” Ren’s blush deepens, already embarrassed by Dae’s enthusiasm.

“So how does this work? Do we have to set an appointment and everything? Check our schedules and send out a calendar invite?”

“Or you could just shut up and kiss me.”

Ren tugs Dae forward by his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It takes Dae by surprise but he adjusts quickly, cupping Ren’s jaw and guiding his lips apart with his own. A soft noise leaves Ren when he feels Dae’s tongue and it goes straight to Dae’s dick—he’s never heard that kind of sound from his friend before and god did it sound good against his lips. When they break apart Ren already looks dazed, but C doesn’t give him a break.

“My turn.”

Dae can only watch as C kisses Ren in front of him like it was second nature, an act so common between the two of them. Ren keeps his hand on Dae’s neck, squeezing and holding on as C kisses him wetly, hips grinding down into him. C pulls away when he’s satisfied, licking away the strand of saliva that connects them. Ren pants heavily as he catches his breath, thoroughly aroused.

“Wow… who knew you could make a face like that, Rennie...”

Ren swats at Dae. “Are you gonna be this annoying the whole time?”

“Be nice, Ren.” C leans in, whispering. “He might want to punish you.”

Ren shuts up immediately and Dae is in awe at the control C has on him.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” C asks, climbing off of Ren and revealing a tent in his pants. Ren gets off the couch, flustered, and heads to the bedroom without a word, leaving the other two behind.

“So did you guys have this planned already? To turn movie night into a threesome? And is he really into it?” Dae accepts C’s hand as he stands, walking slowly with C.

“Yes and no. We discussed it a week or two ago but why wait, yknow?” C squeezes Dae’s arm with a devilish smile. “And believe me, he’s into it. Just wait til he loosens up a little.”

When they walk into the bedroom they find Ren already waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed with his thighs pushed together and doing a terrible job at hiding his erection. C wastes no time in stripping off his shirt and shorts, sitting in the center of the bed.

“Come here.” He coaxes Ren into his lap, pressing kisses to the side of his neck. “You want Dae to undress you?”

Ren shifts, trying to shove aside his embarrassment. C’s dick presses against his ass, which doesn’t help much. “If he wants,” he mumbles.

Dae licks his lips and pulls his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. He climbs on the bed and hovers in front of Ren, hands slipping under his shirt and over his body.

“I would love to, Rennie.”

Dae leans in to kiss Ren, hands groping his pecs while C licks at his neck, busying himself by decorating Ren’s neck with hickeys. Ren melts, overwhelmed by the pleasure, and wraps his arms around Dae’s neck to steady himself. He unintentionally deepens the kiss when he pulls Dae closer and lets out a delighted moan, the sound sending shivers through Dae.

“My god, you’re so erotic,” Dae mumbles over his lips, tormenting Ren a little longer before he finally breaks away to pull off Ren’s shirt.

“Isn’t he?” C smirks, hand snaking around to feel over Ren’s length through his sweatpants. Ren lets out a pathetic sound, fingers digging into Dae’s shoulders.

“Can I suck him off?” Dae asks, glancing at C. He needed that dick in his mouth.

“Ask him.” C nudges Ren’s cheek with his nose. “Do you want your dick in his mouth?”

“Y-Yeah…” He hesitantly meets Dae’s eyes, a moan slipping out when C squeezes his cock. “Yeah, fuck!”

“Let’s get these off then.” Dae nips at Ren’s jaw before he pulls back, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Ren’s sweatpants and underwear and pulling them both off in one go. He stares down at Ren’s cock, watching C jerk his boyfriend slowly. “I’ve always wanted to suck your dick, Ren. It’s so big.”

“Then shut up and do it.”

C huffs a laugh against Ren’s neck, biting at his skin. “Ren, be nice.”

“It’s okay. He won’t be complaining soon.”

Dae winks and settles on the bed, lying on his stomach. He takes Ren’s dick in hand and licks one torturously slow stripe up his length before taking him into his mouth, sucking down to the hilt immediately.

“HAH—!” Ren jolts at the sudden hot, wet sensation on his entire cock, arching back against C. His hands scramble to Dae’s hair, gripping onto the locks as he lets out little moans of pleasure. “Oh fuck, nngh—”

C plays with his chest, fingers squeezing and tugging at his nipples while he mumbles into Ren’s ear. “You’re so sexy, babe. Do you feel good?”

“K-Kiss,” Ren pants, too distracted by Dae’s skillful tongue on his cock to respond properly. C obliges, holding Ren close against him as he kisses him messily, the angle a bit weird. Ren doesn’t mind one bit, just happy to have C’s tongue in his mouth.

Dae sucks around Ren’s cock with a pleased noise, the vibrations heightening the sensation. He watches Ren and C through half-lidded eyes as he starts to bob his head, letting Ren’s cock hit the back of his throat. Ren breaks away from C with a loud moan, eyes shutting.

“Dae!”

C snakes a hand underneath Ren, fingers pressing against his hole. Ren squeaks as his fingers enter, meeting little resistance thanks to their prep work earlier in the day. He thrusts his two fingers upwards and presses against a bundle of nerves, causing Ren to tug Dae’s hair hard.

“Gonna— I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

“Do it, babe.”

C whispers into his ear, voice deep with arousal. Dae moans around his cock in encouragement, swallowing around him and staring up to catch any of Ren’s reactions. C pushes his fingers in harder and Ren is buckling forward, cumming down Dae’s throat with a slutty moan. Dae swallows like a professional and sucks his way off of Ren’s cock, lips slick with spit.

“My god you’re hot…” Dae sits up, palming himself through his jeans. “Fuck, I really get to fuck you?”

Ren doesn’t respond, resting against C as he catches his breath, dizzy with pleasure. C doesn’t let him rest for long, only allowing him a brief moment before he starts thrusting his fingers in and out. Ren tries to close his legs but C stops him, hooking his other hand under Ren’s knee and spreading his legs open.

“Let Dae watch. Let him see how good you take my fingers.”

Ren grips C’s forearm, the pretty red flush now decorating his chest. He gasps when C pushes in a third, eyes meeting Dae as his mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

“Fuck, Ren…”

Dae watches in a trance as C stretches Ren open, dick straining against his pants. He gets off the bed to kick off his remaining clothes, jerking himself for some relief.

“Condoms are in the nightstand, Dae.” C motions with his head and Dae nods, pulling open the drawer. There’s quite a few condoms—a little too many for the amount of sex C and Ren seem to be having. Dae grabs two and sets one on the bed next to C, who is four fingers deep inside of Ren. C retracts his fingers to take the condom, gently guiding Ren off of him. Ren takes the chance to relax, head spinning he looks at C and Dae both rolling condoms on.

“How are we…” Ren starts, but C stops him with a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Lie down, Dae.”

Dae swallows nervously and follows C’s instructions, taking his spot in the center of the bed. C kisses the back of Ren’s neck, hands guiding him by his waist.

“Ride him, babe.”

The flush returns to Ren’s face and he bites his lip, staring at Dae’s cock. He glances back at C once.

“Okay.”

Ren straddles Dae, one hand resting on his chest and the other reaching behind him to grab Dae’s cock. He lines himself up, letting Dae’s tip brush against his entrance but not enter. “Have you even fucked anyone before? I thought you only bottom.” Dae squeezes his hips, wanting to wipe the smug look off of his face.

“Where’d you get the energy to tease me again? Besides, topping isn’t even that hard. You just—” Dae pauses and thrusts up while pulling Ren down, bottoming out in one hard go. Ren gasps like the air was punched out of him and falls forward, close against Dae. “—Thrust.”

Dae thrusts his hips up again and groans, Ren being too distracted to move himself. “Fuck, you feel so good, Ren.”

“Don’t get too carried away yet. We haven’t even gotten to the best part.” C positions himself behind Ren, hand squeezing his ass and spreading him open. He nudges Ren’s hole with his dick and Ren trembles.

“C…” Ren pants, head against Dae’s chest.

Dae can feel himself start to blush as he watches C, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck. “H-Hey, is that even gonna fit? Two seems kinda…”

“Don’t worry, we’ve prepared for this.” C pushes in the tip of his dick and Ren keens, nails digging into Dae’s shoulders. The stretch is a lot, but it’s not unbearable and Ren wants more of his boyfriend badly. The implication that C fingered Ren before he arrived with intentions of fucking him with Dae has Dae swallowing thickly.

“C, please!” Ren pants, pushing himself back. C stops him with hands on his waist, gritting his teeth as he pushes more of himself in.

“Relax, babe… I have to go slow so we won’t hurt you…”

Dae cups Ren’s jaw, bringing his attention back to himself. Ren looks erotic as hell, red cheeks, eyebrows knit, and mouth hanging open as he pants—seeing him like this makes Dae even more turned on. He pulls Ren forward into a kiss and Ren easily melts into it, kissing messy and eager. Dae meets his tongue and kisses Ren like his life depends on it, obsessed with this side of him. It’s a good distraction until C suddenly thrusts in and Ren pulls back, saliva still connecting him with Dae.

“FUCK!” Ren’s body trembles as he adjusts to the feeling of two dicks inside of him and C brings his hand to press down on his stomach, heightening the feeling. His cock leaks copious amounts of precum, slick against Dae’s stomach. “Oh my god… oh my god, what the fuck…”

“Does it feel good?” C carefully pulls back before thrusting in again, extracting a higher pitched moan out of Ren. He continues, starting a slow pace of fucking. “Is this what you imagined?”

Dae curses at the feeling of C’s dick against his own and digs his fingers into Ren’s hips. He thrusts in experimentally and Ren cries out, clearly loving the sensation. Dae meets C’s pace, fucking up into Ren equally as hard. “Shit, it’s like you were made for this.”

C lets out a breathy laugh, starting to speed up a little. He grips Ren’s waist right above Dae’s hands, pulling his boyfriend back with every thrust. “He’s the fucking best… Do you like it, Ren? Do you like having two cocks inside of you? Are we hitting—” C thrusts hard, “—deep enough for you?”

Ren can’t answer, only letting out slutty moans and pants as he lets himself be taken by C and Dae. He drools against Dae’s chest, blissed out.

“You’re squeezing so tight, Ren… You like this, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes!” Ren manages to get out and Dae yanks him back by his hair, exposing his neck.

“Gonna mark you up, Ren… Let everyone know what a slut you are,” Dae grunts before sucking and biting at Ren’s neck, adding to the plethora of hickeys already left by C.

“So sexy,” C mumbles under his breath, admiring the curve of Ren’s back. He tightens his grip on Ren’s waist in hopes that it would bruise and adjusts his hips, searching for Ren’s prostate. He pulls Ren closer and thrusts in hard, slamming right into the bundle of nerves alongside Dae’s cock as Dae bites down on Ren’s neck.

“NNGH—!” Ren cries out, cumming hard between his and Dae’s body. He collapses against Dae, thoroughly fucked out and overstimulated as C continues to pound into his prostate, chasing his orgasm. Dae continues to fuck into him as well, reaching his own climax just by looking at Ren’s face as he drools and trembles against him.

“Fuck, Ren—!” Dae cums first with his hand still fisted in his hair. Ren gasps at the feeling of his throbbing cock, blinking dizzily through half-lidded eyes up at Dae.

C follows shortly after, bottoming out and cumming with a moan of Ren’s name. He rests his forehead against Ren’s back as he catches his breath, only pulling out when both he and Dae have come down from their high. Ren whines at the loss of contact when C and Dae pull out, body still shaking. C removes his condom and ties it off, discarding it somewhere off the bed before helping pull Ren off of Dae so he can lie comfortably against the pillows. He brushes Ren’s bangs back and kisses his forehead, wiping away any wetness on his face.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Ren doesn’t answer and instead nods, pulling C down into a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” C mumbles and Ren bumps his nose against C’s.

“Love you too,” he whispers, voice shot.

Dae feels like he’s witnessing something even more intimate than the literal sex they just had and gets up to throw away his condom, pulling his underwear and pants back on.

“You’re a fantastic lay, Ren.”

“Shut up,” Ren shoots back weakly and Dae laughs brightly, exiting the bedroom to retrieve his vape. He finds it on the floor by the tv where Ren tossed it and picks it up.

“There you are, my love.” He takes a deep inhale, enjoying the raspberry flavor on his tongue before blowing it out slowly. Dae thinks about what he just did as he vapes, recalling Ren’s erotic expressions. He feels himself getting flustered at the thought and shakes his head to stop it from going any further, cheeks pink. “God… he’s so…”

C interrupts Dae’s vape session, now dressed in briefs and an oversized Evangelion shirt that belongs to Ren. He passes Dae his shirt, smiling at him softly. “You good?”

Dae blows out the vapor, taking his shirt from C and pulling it over his head. “Yeah. Vaping is better after sex, y’know.”

C rolls his eyes and laughs, padding into the kitchen. He pours three glasses of water, setting one on the counter for Dae to take. “Sure, whatever you say.” C watches Dae drink from the glass, clearly in his head. “Hey, this won’t make anything weird, right?”

“What? I don't think so. We all enjoyed it and it’s not like it’s gonna become a regular thing. Is Ren okay?”

C nods, fingers tapping against his glass. “Yeah, he's asleep since he’s worn out… I guess I was just worried this might make things weird in your friendship. It was my idea, so I’d hate for that to happen.”

Dae laughs, inhaling his vape once more. “Oh, sweet C,” He blows. “We’ve been through a lot. A consensual threesome changes absolutely nothing.”

“You’re right, I guess I was worried about nothing… Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” Dae opens his arms and C hugs him, squeezing tight as he leans against Dae’s chest. “Funny how we did all that and this is the most I’ve touched you. You want a kiss too?”

“In your dreams.” C grins, peering up at Dae. “By the way, you’re welcome to stay over tonight if you’d like. I can only offer our couch though, since I think Ren might die of embarrassment waking up next to you in bed.”

Dae ruffles C’s hair as the silver haired boy steps out of the hug, leaning against the counter.

“That’s okay, I’m gonna head home. He probably needs you to cuddle and pamper him after all that anyway.” Dae sets his now empty glass back on the counter, grabbing his keys. “See you next week, yeah? Thanks for letting me fuck your boyfriend.”

C snorts as he sees Dae off, watching him leave from the doorway. “Bye, Dae.”

Once Dae is out of sight C locks the door, retrieving the two glasses of water and bringing them into the bedroom. Ren stirs when he hears movement, lifting his head from the pillows with tired eyes.

“C?”

“I’m right here, Ren.” C lifts the comforter and gets underneath, cuddling close to Ren. He pulls Ren against his chest, smiling as he watches his boyfriend close his eyes and snuggle closer, arms wrapped around C in a loose hug.

“Did Dae leave?” Ren asks, voice heavy with exhaustion.

“Yeah, he went home.” C ran his fingers through Ren’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“He could’ve… slept… couch…” Ren mumbles, already starting to fall asleep again.

“I offered, babe. Let’s sleep now, okay? Your body has been through a lot.”

Ren makes a soft noise in acknowledgement, drifting off to sleep. C smiles and holds him close, shutting his own eyes.

[ryu-skies]

past

Ren asks about Zane one night. (1.5k)

“So… Zane was your ex,” Ren starts and C noticeably tenses, not too happy about the mention of his ex-boyfriend. Ren waits for C to respond and shut him down or allow the topic to continue. C sets the crust of his pizza onto his plate, brushing idly at his napkin.

“Um… yeah. How do you know his name?” C glances at Ren for a moment before his eyes flick away.

“You said it that day when you got really drunk.” Ren starts to regret his choice of mentioning Zane when he realizes how uncomfortable C is. “I was just wondering about him, but we don’t have to talk about it. I don’t want to make you relive anything you’re trying to move past.”

C nods, thinking silently about how he wants to go forward. Ren is trustworthy and he’s the one who wants to know, so surely it wouldn’t do any harm sharing a bit of information. C leans back against the edge of the couch, looking at Ren again. “It’s okay. It’s probably better to talk about him so I can finally move on. What did you want to know?”

“The basics, I guess. His age, job. How did you meet?” Ren also sits back, getting comfortable next to C and turning his attention towards his friend. C gnaws at his lip but doesn’t stop the conversation.

“Don’t judge me, okay,” he prefaces, giving Ren a look.

Ren blinks, shaking his head. “I would never.”

“We met at a bar, he bought me a drink… Nothing too crazy.” It’s a lie, but Ren didn’t need to know about the arrangement or the money. Not now. “He was a CEO of some big name company… and he was 42.”

Ren’s jaw drops at the reveal of Zane’s age—C dated someone 17 years older than him?

“Ren,” C glares and Ren shuts his mouth, apologizing. “I told you not to judge. I got charmed by some stupid older rich guy, it’s really not that shocking.”

“Was he hot?” Ren blurts out. There’s no way C would date and sleep with someone less attractive than him. Ren chooses to believe he set the standard pretty high back in college.

“I mean he wasn’t ugly… so yes? Why is that even relevant? You saw the pictures, make your own conclusion.” C’s cheeks turn pink and Ren feels himself blush as well, feeling caught.

“Sorry, sorry. Did you… develop the drinking habit because of him?”

It’s a sudden shift to a more loaded question and C exhales, looking away. “Kind of. I, um… I would go out to clubs and get drunk as an escape. I don’t know what I was thinking, but at the time it was better than being at home with Zane.”

Ren is quiet for a moment too long and C glances back at him, stuttering.

“B-But I don’t do that anymore! I’m not—that’s not me. You know that’s not who I am.”

Ren reaches out to pat C’s knee, squeezing lightly. “I’m not judging you, C… But if you did that often enough for it to become a habit it must’ve been pretty bad with him, huh?”

C grits his teeth, thinking back to all the times he’d argue with Zane and all the terrible ways each one ended in. Ren is smart and too observant, but C tries to cover it up anyway. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“C, did he—”

“I said it wasn’t that bad.” C cuts Ren off, a hard boundary drawn. Ren retracts his hand.

“Got it.”

They sit in a bit of an awkward silence, both unsure of where to go from there. C made it clear he didn’t want Ren to push so he didn’t, ready to back off completely.

“Um, we lived together.” C continues, shifting the conversation about Zane into a less touchy territory. “I’ve never lived with someone before that.”

“Yeah? I mean, I’ve only lived with Dae and I’m sure that’s completely different than living with someone you’re dating.” C laughs and Ren relaxes a little, glad the tension has calmed down. “What was your place like?”

“It was his. A big penthouse on the highest floor of the building. Something I’d never be able to afford even if you and I put our life savings together.”

Ren gives the thought of a shared bank account with C two seconds to linger in his mind—it’s nice to imagine, but he doesn’t let his mind wander.

“It was actually a really nice place if I separate it from all the memories of Zane. There were these giant windows and you could see the city perfectly at night, all the lights and everything. And there was a huge tub, the temperature controlling kind that only rich people can afford.”

“Really? I don’t know, I feel like you could buy one of those after saving for 5 years, maybe.”

C smiles again, that pretty carefree smile Ren chases, but it melts into something more bittersweet too soon. “The place never felt like home, though. Even if the two of us were both there it always felt kind of cold and empty… He told me I didn’t have to renew my lease here but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I felt like I needed to keep my apartment as a backup just in case, and thank god I did. I was kind of hesitant to move in in the first place, actually.”

“You didn’t feel that excitement?”

“I did for a moment but I was more nervous than anything. It wasn’t like…” C peeks at Ren, hesitant. “Stop me if this gets weird.”

“Okay.”

“You know that week we spent together in college? The first week of winter break before you flew home where you stayed at my apartment. We were together everyday for the first time, falling asleep and waking up together…”

Ren’s heart races at the memory, a time that was so long ago but still felt so recent. He remembers those feelings at their full intensity, the excitement, the happiness, the taste of a life together. He knows exactly what C is going to say next.

“It wasn’t like how it felt with you.” C meets Ren’s eyes and turns his head away quickly, the tips of his ears red. “S-Stop staring at me like that! I’m not hitting on you, I swear! It’s just that you—”

“—That I know the feeling.” Ren smiles fondly, also turning his head away from C. He presses a hand against his cheek, feeling the heat on his face. All from a simple memory. “I get it, C.”

Ren looks back at C and finds him looking worried.

“You know, I think it’s okay if we talk about us too. We dated, we were in love. We have history and we should be okay with talking about it. I don’t feel awkward bringing up our past and you shouldn’t either.”

C visibly relaxes at that. “I guess you have a point… It’d be weird if we never talked about it or were too scared to do so… It’s not like we have feelings for each other now, anyway.”

Ren knows C is right but it still hits him like a knife, right where he keeps the lingering feelings for C that have never once left him. He nods instead. “Yeah. It’s a part of us and our friendship.”

His response is worth the smile from C he’s rewarded with, but once again it’s gone too soon.

“I’m really sorry, by the way. I never properly apologized for breaking things off with you so suddenly. I was young and stupid, but it upsets me to think about the hurt I caused you. I should’ve talked to you after and given you some closure. You were so good to me back then and I was so selfish.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Ren nudges C’s shoulder with his knuckles. “Clearly I survived and forgave you, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. There’s no point in feeling bad about something in the past.”

“But—”

“It’s okay, C. Really.” This time Ren draws the line and C accepts it, arguing no further.

“…Thanks, Ren. I’m happy you’re here.”

Ren hums, looking away from C. There’s a question on the tip of his tongue, but he’s not sure he wants to know the answer—it slips out anyway.

“Did you love him?”

“H-Huh?” C asks with a stutter but Ren doesn’t repeat himself, knowing he heard clearly. He waits and C stares down into his lap, voice soft when he finally speaks. “…Yes.”

Ah.

Ren doesn’t know why it hurts. It all logically makes sense, C loving a man he dated for over a year, a man he lived with and spent time with and slept with, but it hurts anyway. Maybe because it took C so long to return the sentiment in college when they were together, or maybe because C still looks back and says he loved a man who clearly wasn’t good for him. Either way it hurts, but C doesn’t need to know.

“That’s nice,” Ren says instead, turning to C with a small smile. “I'm sorry it didn’t work out.”

C shrugs, head leaning back against the couch.”It was for the better.”

[ryu-skies]

tease

Lance has some fun. (3.7k) 🔞

Lance is pleased with his current situationship with Zane, he swears. He sees the older man almost every day and Zane is clearly into him equally as much… It felt balanced. He tells himself that he’s satisfied (in more ways than one, considering the incredible sadistic sex that Zane provides him), but deep down there’s something else. It’s a thought that sits in the forefront of Lance’s mind—Zane wasn’t officially Lance’s, and that bothers him. Their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret but it also wasn’t public, as Zane’s coworkers considered him single and Lance wasn’t allowed to post pictures of him that included his face. Lance doesn’t consider himself possessive, but when he’s seeing someone he wants the world to know.

At least that way no one would touch what was his.

Opportunity presents itself one day, when Zane is unable to meet Lance due to a pre-planned night of getting drinks with his coworkers. He’s apologetic, which is nice, but Lance has other plans. He starts with the basics—finding out where Zane is going and who he’s with, and crafts his plan after. Lance wanted Zane to officially be his, and by the end of the night he would get exactly what he wanted.

Lance makes sure he shows up an hour early - just enough time to find some innocent unassuming patron with a vague interest in him and seduce them to get them handsy. He doesn’t have to look hard, since a rich looking blonde man with a muscular build approaches him at the bar right as he’s finished his first drink.

“Excuse me,” the man starts, waving the bartender over to them. “Can I get this cutie a refill?” 

Lance smiles, shifts his body towards the blonde man to give him a better look at the way his chest was on display, one too many buttons undone on his loose shirt. “Thank you so much! You think I’m cute?” He plays up the innocent act—sleazy guys like that kind of thing.

The man makes no attempt to hide the way he checks out Lance, looking over his body with hungry eyes. “Of course, baby.” The man introduces himself and goes off into a not so humble brag, but none of it sticks in Lance’s mind. He’s just a tool, after all.

…

Zane shows up at 9:00pm like clockwork, always on time. He’s accompanied by three other men, all in suits and jewelry just as expensive looking as his own. Lance smiles to himself and leans in closer to his suitor, eyes on Zane while he pretends to be interested in whatever the fuck the guy was saying to him. It takes a bit for Zane to notice him, the older man distracted by ordering drinks and appeasing his peers, but as soon as he’s seated at a table his eyes lock on to Lance, recognizing the tousled brown hair and blue eyes. Lance can see his jaw tense from afar and it makes his stomach flutter.

>> What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

The text comes immediately, Lance’s phone vibrating from his pocket.

>> Get the fuck off of that man right now.

“Excuse me,” Lance mumbles, pressing closer into the blonde man as he reaches into his back pocket to take his phone out. He makes sure Zane is watching him read the messages before putting his phone back into his pocket without replying.

“Everything okay?” The blonde rests his hand on Lance’s thigh, squeezing the soft flesh.

Lance nods, ignoring another buzz. “Yeah! Can you get more shots? I love the vodka here,” he smiles and the idiot agrees, flagging over a staff member. Of course he’d want to get Lance drunk.

Lance lets Zane enjoy his night for a little longer (though maybe not, considering the heated, angry glances he’d shoot when his coworkers weren’t looking) as he works through the shots with his suitor. He polishes off the last one, knowing his cheeks are a soft shade of red from the warmth that flows through his body. He isn’t drunk, but that was for him to know. If anything, he was sick of wasting time on a man that isn’t Zane.

“Is it too weird if I ask to sit in your lap?” Lance whispers, squeezing the blonde man’s bicep. He pouts, jutting his lower lip out dramatically. “Y’ look so comfy…”

“Of course you can, baby. No one will think it’s weird.”

Pervert.

Lance continues on anyway, letting the man coax him into his lap. He straddles him, leaning in a little too close. He can feel the man’s unsteady breath over his lips as his big hands wrap around his waist, feeling up and down the curve of his body. Lance knows Zane’s watching, probably burning up in anger, so he pushes the limit, tilting his head to signal for the man to kiss him and…

Zane stands suddenly, his chair screeching. The blonde man jolts at the loud noise and Lance grins.

Here we go.

Lance is yanked off of the blonde man by his collar, stumbling to his feet. He giggles, swaying on unsteady legs to carry on the drunk act.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Zane sounds mad, more angry than he’s ever sounded before. Lance thinks it’s directed at him for a moment until Zane continues. “You spend the whole night getting this guy drunk so you can take advantage of him?”

“That’s not—! He’s not drunk, this was all his idea! Ask him yourself!” The blonde man sputters, struggling to defend himself. 

Zane tugs Lance roughly to get the boy to look at him. “If you’re sober, tell me this man’s name.”

“Name?” Lance laughs brightly, shaking his head. He clings to Zane, wrapping around his torso and nuzzling his shoulder. “No idea!”

Zane scoffs, arm slipping around Lance’s waist possessively. “You’re fucking sick,” He sneers at the man, dragging Lance back to his table. Once there, Zane sighs and pulls out his wallet, tossing a black card onto the table. “I’m sorry about leaving early, but I have to take care of him. Please feel free to drink as much as you’d like, it’s on me.”

“Who’s the boy, Zane?” One of the men asks, eyebrow raised in interest.

“He’s my…” Zane starts and Lance squeezes him, waiting for the word to come out. “He’s someone I’m seeing.”

“Interesting… He’s just your type. Take care, you two. And Zane, let him join us next time.”

Zane’s fingers dig into Lance’s waist. “Sure. Have a nice night, everyone.” 

Once they’re out of sight Zane drags Lance to his car, speeding up his pace. He’s undoubtedly furious, and Lance can tell from the weight in his steps. He’s practically thrown into the passenger’s seat, given a brief moment of reprieve as Zane walks around to get in on the driver’s side.

“What the fuck, Lance?” He shouts loudly.

Lance smiles innocently at him, head leaning back comfortably against the seat. “Whaaat?”

“Drop the fucking act. You’re not drunk,” Zane seethes, turning on his car. “Why were you throwing yourself at that fucking man like a bitch in heat? Why were you even there? I told you I was going to be busy.” He starts to drive, hands gripping the steering wheel deathly tight. 

“I felt like having some fun.” 

“You want to have fun? Go to a fucking movie, play a game, Lance. Fun is not letting some stranger grope you in a bar.” Zane drives fast, jaw tense as he stares at the road. They were almost to Lance’s apartment and he needed to put the boy in his place. “And if you really can’t resist being a stupid little slut, do it where I can’t see you.”

Lance grins, running his hand up Zane’s arm. “But I love seeing your reactions, Zane.”

Zane’s jaw clenches as he puts the car into park, wasting no time as he gets out. He opens the passenger's side and pulls Lance out by his arm, locking his car behind him as he guides Lance to his unit with a hand tight on the back of his neck. 

“Besides, I can flirt with whoever I want if we’re not exclusive.” His words hit a nerve and Zane slams Lance hard against his door, eliciting a pained gasp and holding him in place as Lance struggles to unlock the door. 

“Is that what this is about?” Zane yanks Lance back by his hair when the door is finally open, forcing the boy to look at him. “You think I share what’s mine?” 

He shoves Lance into his apartment, the sheer force causing the boy to stumble and trip, falling back on his ass. Zane slams the door shut behind them and kicks the boy’s legs open, revealing his hard on. Zane drives his shoe down on top of Lance’s crotch and Lance moans, delighted. 

“This better not be because of that fucking man.”

Lance writhes beneath him and attempts to buck his hips up, but Zane’s foot holds him firmly in place. “A-And what if it is? Maybe he was so much better at touching me.” His words hit Zane exactly as intended, causing the older man to kneel down, fisting his shirt. 

“Never fucking say that again.” He shoves Lance back against the floor, slamming his head against the wood. 

Lance flinches from the pain, still grinning. “Heh, that one kind of hurt. Do you think it would feel better from that man and his muscular—”

Zane cuts him off with a slap to his face, catching Lance off guard. Lance stares at him with an open mouth, cheek stinging. 

“Don’t be disrespectful.”

Zane looks so angry—so genuinely pissed at everything he’s done tonight, but he also looks hurt. It tugs at Lance’s heart seeing him this affected by his games, so he pulls Zane down into a heated kiss. Despite all his anger Zane reciprocates, keeping close to Lance and guiding his lips open to deepen the kiss. Lance kisses him hungrily, only breaking away when he feels words bubble to the surface. 

“I love you,” he pants, staring straight into Zane’s eyes. “I love you, Zane.”

Everything had gone perfectly to Lance’s plan tonight, except that. They had barely been seeing each other for a month and it was too early, too soon. He needed to have Zane a little longer, but this would scare him away, it would ruin—

“I love you too, Lance.”

…Huh?

Lance freezes, fingers trembling from their place on Zane’s neck. He can feel himself blush, overwhelmed. 

“What’s with that face? You play these games to get me to punish you but break when I tell you I love you?” Zane smirks, and seeing his teasing expression replace his angry one makes Lance’s heart race. “Should I have told you this sooner? Would it have saved me from seeing you throw yourself at some stranger?”

“Y-You love me?” Lance’s voice squeaks, unusually soft—his head spins. 

“Yes, darling. I thought it was obvious. However…” Zane breaks Lance out of his trance, forcefully flipping him over and yanking down his pants. “I’m not done punishing you.”

Lance has no time to think. Zane’s hands are on him in an instant, spreading his ass as he spits. His fingers push into Lance too much all at once and Lance gasps, hands curling into fists at the familiar pain of Zane’s careless stretching. He knows he does it on purpose—Zane likes the way he writhes underneath him and Lance likes the way it hurts. It’s a familiar routine that doesn’t last long, Zane’s fingers slipping out of him to take off his blazer, tossing the fabric away near Lance’s head. He undoes his pants and then Lance feels it—the blunt head of Zane’s cock pressing into him. 

“Hah—! Zane!!” Lance cries, gripping onto Zane’s blazer as he feels himself stretched apart. Tears pool in his eyes when Zane thrusts forward and bottoms out at once, the pain burning through him. Lance lifts his head to look back but Zane stops him with a firm hand on his head, shoving him back against the cold wood and holding him in place. 

“Be good now. You’ve acted up enough for the night.” It’s a warning, and Zane seals it with a hard thrust. Lance sobs at the drag, squeezing his thighs together instinctively. “Fuck, you’re so tight… Your body knows who it belongs to, so why don’t you?”

“B-Because,” Lance starts, but is immediately cut off into a moan as Zane starts to steadily fuck into him, hips slapping against his ass with each thrust. Lance feels dizzy from the pleasure, mouth hanging open as he drools. His mind was now filled with nothing but Zane—the way Zane fucked him so right, the way Zane loved him, Zane’s anger—he fucking loved it. 

Zane fucked into him harder, fingers gripping his hair. “Because? Don’t tell me you can’t talk anymore.” He pushes Lance against the floor, his face wet from his tears and drool. Lance trembles underneath Zane, struggling to focus. 

“Because— ghhhh…. You n-never… We’re not exclusive,” he manages, eyes shutting tight as he melts against the floor, legs too weak to hold himself up. He ruts against the wood pathetically, desperate for any friction. 

Zane scoffs from behind him, annoyed. “You…” he thrusts hard, “You kids and your obsession with labels.” Zane finally releases Lance’s head to grab his hips, pulling him back with each thrust. His thrusts get messier as his climax gets closer and he wraps his hand around Lance’s cock, jerking the boy fast. “You’re my little slut, no one else’s.” He leans down, biting at Lance’s earlobe. “Now cum.”

Lance falls apart on command, body arching and shaking violently as he cums hard against the floor. Zane has to support his weight as he continues to fuck the boy, using him roughly until he reaches his orgasm and bottoms out, cumming deep inside him with a grunt. He holds Lance’s hips against him as he catches his breath before slowly pulling out and admiring his work—cum drips out of Lance’s abused hole, the view obscene yet so delicious. Lance lays flat against the floor when Zane releases his hips, back rising and falling with his stuttered breaths, hands still holding Zane’s blazer close to him. Zane runs his hand down the middle of Lance’s back, appreciating the boy’s figure before pulling his shirt back down. He fixes his pants before leaning in to brush Lance’s hair back, examining the boy’s flushed face. 

“Darling, are you okay?”

Lance makes a soft noise, eyes unfocused. “Dizzy,” he mumbles. 

Zane sighs, slightly concerned. He sits back and removes Lance’s shoes and bottoms, setting them aside neatly before helping the boy sit up. Lance looks a little unwell, but wraps his arms around Zane’s neck when the older man moves to lift him up, seating himself on Lance’s bed with the boy still in his arms. Lance settles against him, eyes closed as he rests his head against Zane’s chest, soothing fingers massaging his scalp. 

“…Did I hurt you?” Zane asks after a quiet moment and Lance shakes his head, snuggling closer to Zane. 

“No. You could never.”

Zane wants to believe him, but Lance’s behavior was a bit subdued compared to their other times. 

“I’m sorry, I went a bit overboard. I can’t control myself when I see someone else touching what’s mine.” Zane buries his face in soft brown hair, pressing a kiss into Lance’s head. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” Lance finally looks up at Zane, exhausted from the night’s events. “Your coworkers know about us now…”

Zane kisses the boy’s forehead, holding him close by his waist. “It was never a secret. You’re my boyfriend, after all.”

Lance’s eyes widen at Zane’s sudden use of the word, a bright smile growing on his face. He pulls Zane down into a short kiss. “I love you. Let’s get married. I want a beautiful wedding with lots and lots of flowers. Or we could elope, if that sounds better. But we have to wear matching tuxedos and boutonnières. The flowers have to be there. Oh, do you want kids? We should make a family—”

“Darling. Let's just take this one day at a time.” Zane rubs Lance’s back soothingly and Lance smiles, resting his head back against Zane’s chest. 

“You’re right. We have forever, after all.” He closes his eyes, content. 

Forever. 

Lance uses the word so confidently, so sure that whatever this was is going to last for a long time. It’s a strange concept to Zane, considering it took him a year to even consider marrying C after many failed relationships, but even then it was only because he felt C slipping out of his grasp. But here is Lance, more confident and enamored after a month than C ever was during their time together. Zane looks down at his newly labeled boyfriend, watching Lance breathe steadily against him. 

“Hey, you can’t fall asleep yet. We need to get you cleaned up,” Zane says, moving to gently push Lance off of him so he can prepare a bath. Lance whines, clutching to his shirt. 

“Stay… Let me nap for a bit. Please, Zane.” 

Zane sighs and yields, unable to deny the cute boy. He sits back against the pillows and returns to massaging the boy’s waist. “Okay. Rest, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

…

Lance wakes an hour later, eyelids heavy and body sore all over. He blinks until he feels awake enough, lifting his head to look at Zane. Zane is asleep, glasses resting on the tip of his nose with his arms still firmly around Lance, holding him close. There’s no way Zane could be comfortable—he was still in the same clothes from earlier, stiff slacks and fancy loafers still on—and the fact that he stayed just like Lance asked makes his heart swell with love. He wants to stay in Zane’s arms, but things are starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

Lance carefully removes Zane’s arms from around him, hoping to not wake the older man. He crawls forward on the bed out of Zane’s lap and props himself up with an arm, reaching behind him. Lance grimaces as he pushes two fingers into himself in an attempt to clean himself out, his ass still incredibly sore and tender from earlier. He pushes his fingers in deeper, hand fisting against the sheets as he struggles to reach deep enough. 

“Well this is a pleasant sight to wake up to.”

Lance jolts at Zane’s voice, immediately removing his fingers. “I was just— It was—”

“I know, darling. I’ll help you.” 

Zane steadies Lance with a hand on his waist, fingers slipping inside of the boy. Lance gasps and squeezes his thighs together as Zane’s fingers curl inside of him, properly cleaning him of any cum. Lance half expects Zane to tease him and turn him on again, but Zane remains methodical and retracts his fingers as soon as he’s done, allowing Lance to relax. 

“There. Now let me prepare a bath for you.” Zane presses a kiss to Lance’s tailbone then stands, stretching. He slips off his shoes before he walks to Lance’s bathroom. Lance sits on the bed with red cheeks as he listens to the running water, stomach full of butterflies from Zane’s soft actions. He’s used to Zane being rough, but soft? It was something else entirely. 

Lance stands carefully and limps over to his bathroom, arms wrapping around Zane’s waist from behind. He rests his head against Zane’s back, inhaling the leftover scent of his cologne. “Bathe with me?”

“I don’t think there’s room…” Zane glances at the mirror, catching Lance looking back and pouting at him. “But I suppose we can try.”

Zane turns the water off with Lance still clinging to him and removes his glasses, setting them on the counter. He turns around in the younger boy’s arms and smiles down at him. “Darling, I can’t undress if you won’t let go of me.”

“I’ll take care of it!” Lance hums as he unbuttons the remaining buttons on Zane’s shirt, sliding the fabric off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. He moves to Zane’s pants next, undoing the closure and tugging down his pants with his underwear. Zane complies, stepping out of his bottoms and removing his own socks. Lance can’t stop himself from staring at Zane’s body, mouth hanging open in awe. Zane huffs a small laugh and nudges Lance’s chin with his finger, closing his mouth. He unbuttons Lance’s shirt and slips it off, kissing his forehead. 

“Come on, let’s clean up.”

Zane carefully enters the tub and spreads his legs, making room for Lance. He extends a hand and Lance takes it, seating himself in front of Zane. It’s a tight fit, but the heat of the water and Zane’s body feels fantastic, making Lance sigh happily. 

“This is nice,” Lance sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back into his boyfriend. 

Zane hums in acknowledgement and reaches for Lance’s body wash, pouring some in his hand. He starts at Lance’s shoulders and makes his way across the boy’s body, massaging him while he washes. 

“Are you feeling okay? Is your body sore?”

“Mm…” Lance mumbles, relishing in the feeling of Zane’s hands gliding over his chest and stomach. “A little, but I’m okay.”

“Sometimes I worry I’m too rough with you,” Zane kisses Lance’s neck, washing the soap off of his body. “I was afraid I gave you a concussion.”

Lance tilts his head back to peck Zane’s lips. “I’m not fragile, Zane… I know what I’m in for when I get you worked up to punish me.”

“What if I take it too far one day?”

“You won’t, because you love me.” Lance meets Zane’s eyes, reaching for his hand under the water. “Besides, I can take whatever you give me.”

Zane stares at him silently for a moment, contemplating. He buries his face against Lance’s hair and closes his eyes, fingers laced with the boy’s. “…So you want a lot of flowers.”

“Hm?”

“At our wedding.”

Lance beams, water splashing as he hurriedly turns around to face Zane. “We’re gonna get married?! What happened to taking it one day at a time?”

“Eventually, so there’s no harm in discussing it, right?” Zane smiles, tracing Lance’s jaw with a wet hand. “But this isn’t a proposal, and we will not elope. We’re going to do everything properly and I’m going to give you the wedding you deserve, darling.”

[ryu-skies]

jealous

C sees Zane having lunch with a woman. (2.7k) 🔞

C hears the jingle of Zane’s keys as he finally enters the penthouse, purposefully ignoring him and refusing to turn around. He hears Zane remove his shoes and suddenly there’s arms wrapping around his waist and lips on his neck. 

“Hi there.” Zane greets, and C shrugs him off. 

“Fuck off.” 

“Oh?” Zane stands next to him, snatching away C’s wine glass and finishing off the remainder of the alcohol. “What’s got my honey in a sour mood?”

C grits his teeth and tries to keep his eyes off of Zane. He fails, giving in to his urges and looking the taller man up and down. “I don’t want you touching me when you’ve been smooth talking to some woman all night.” He sneers, narrowing his eyes.

Zane laughs, smirking. “So that’s what this is about. You saw?

C stands, crossing his arms. “Yeah. Guess you’d rather spend time with some woman than go on a date with your boyfriend.”

Zane raises an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”

C blushes—up until now they had only been considered an arrangement. Neither C nor Zane had referred to each other as their boyfriend, but C let it slip. Mentally, he blamed the wine. 

“Nevermind.” He begins to walk away but Zane stops him, arms wrapping around him from behind. 

“I like the sound of that,” he breathes into C’s ear. C shivers, melting back against Zane’s body. 

“…Yeah?”

Zane hums in agreement, hands on C’s waist as he guides him towards the couch. “Does my boyfriend need an apology? Did I not spend enough time with him today?”

“No, you didn’t.” C grumbles, and Zane pushes him forward, bending him over the back of the couch. C grunts, hands bracing against the couch. “What are you—”

“Shush.” Zane pulls his leggings down to expose his ass, fingers dragging up along C’s entrance. His finger slides in easily and he smirks. “Looks like you were awfully lonely. Did you fuck yourself on one of your toys?”

C shivers, gasping as he pushes back, desperate to get more of Zane inside of him. “W-What else was I supposed to do?”

Zane pushes 3 fingers in with little resistance, C’s hole fluttering around him. He retracts, undoing his pants. “Naughty little slut.” 

“Maybe next time I’ll record it and let strangers keep me company since you’re so— AH!”

Zane thrusts his cock in roughly, shutting up C. “Don’t fucking talk about camming. You know I hate that idea.” He wraps his hands around C’s waist, pulling him back with each slow, hard thrust. “Your slutty little body is for me only.”

C moans, feeling as though the air was being knocked out of him with each thrust. He arches his back, hands grasping against the couch as he scrambles to find something to hold onto. 

Zane kicks one of C’s legs to the side to widen his stance, his dick fucking even deeper and slamming into C’s prostate. C gasps, drooling. 

“Ahn, Zane!” He cries. 

Zane wraps his hand around C’s cock, jerking him to match the pace of his thrusts. “I’ll let my honey cum first, since you’re so upset with me,” he grunts, squeezing around C’s cock. 

C moans pathetically, pleasure building inside of him. It only takes one more thrust onto his prostrate before he was climaxing into Zane’s hand, some cum streaking the back of the couch. Zane fucks into him harder, reaching his own peak as C’s body tightens around him. He pulls out and jerks his cock, decorating C’s ass and back with white streaks as he cums. 

“Fuck…” he curses. He strikes C’s ass with his hand, causing the boy to tremble beneath him from the pain. “Was that enough for you?”

C pushes himself up on weak arms, turning to face Zane. He tries to keep up his annoyed front, shaking his head at the older man as he pulls his leggings back up. “No. You left me all day for a woman and think once is enough?”

Zane grins, taking C’s words as a challenge. “It seems like you’ve turned into a spoiled brat. I treat you too well.” He lifts C into his arms and carries him into his bedroom, setting C flat on his back on the bed. “I’m sure you’ll be done after the second time.”

“I doubt it.” C watches in anticipation as Zane shrugs off his blazer, taking his time unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off as well and reveals a lean but toned body, walking away to set his clothes neatly on his dresser. C refuses to remove his own clothes, thinking Zane should do it since he has to make up for his actions. 

“Who was the woman?” C asks as Zane steps into his closet. 

Zane’s laugh echoes from the closet. “What, you think I’m cheating on you? In my defense I didn’t know you were my boyfriend until you said it today.”

C grits his teeth, cheeks turning red. “Who was she?” He repeats. 

Zane emerges from the closet, one of C’s pink vibrators in hand. He sets it on the bed next to C, hands squeezing C’s thighs. “The director of X corporation.”

C tenses at the mention of a well known international company, feeling a little stupid for his jealousy. It really was a business meeting. “Oh.”

“You really think I’d choose a woman over you?” Zane smiles knowingly at C, hands bunching at his leggings. He tugs at them roughly, ripping them open at C’s ass and pulling the hole bigger until it reaches the front, revealing C’s cock. 

C yelps at the sudden action, dick twitching. He glares at Zane. “Hey, these are expensive leggings!”

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

Zane picks the vibrator back up and pushes it into C, the small toy sliding in easily. He turns it on and C gasps, back arching at the sudden stimulation. 

“Nngh— you think this is enough?” He taunts. 

Zane remains cool, leaving the vibrator in C and he undoes his pants again, pulling his cock out. He strokes himself back to hardness, taking his sweet time. “Obviously not, honey. You and I both know your body well enough to know this pathetic toy won’t do anything for you.” He pushes his palm against the base of the toy, making C writhe at the pressure. “But two…”

“Huh…?” C freezes as Zane lines himself up next to the vibrator, prodding at C’s hole. C scrambles to grab Zane’s forearm, squeezing him tightly. “H-Hey, there’s no way… It’s not gonna… Zane…”

“Shh, you’re the one who said you weren’t satisfied.” Zane spreads C’s ass with his other hand, making just enough room to push the tip of his cock in. C squeaks at the sudden stretch, panicking a little. 

“Zane, stop! I can’t take both!” C cries, tears starting to form from fear. Zane ignores him, slowly continuing to push more of his cock in. 

“Honey, you have to relax,” Zane grits out, sweat dripping down his brow. “You get impossibly tight when you panic.” He leans down to kiss C’s cheek, distracting him from the stretch. C meets his eyes, lower lip quivering. 

“Zane…” he whines, trying to calm himself down. Zane pushes his cock further in and C wraps his arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly. “Zane—!”

Zane cuts off his panicked cries with a wet kiss, tongue prodding into C’s mouth. C seems to moan in response, body relaxing for a brief moment. Zane takes the pause to thrust into C, bottoming out at once. C breaks away from the kiss with a yelp, eyes wide as he pants desperately for air. 

“See? You did it.” Zane rolls his hips into C, nudging the vibrator inside him. 

“HAH—” C drools, nails digging into Zane’s back hard. He tries to arch his back but instantly regrets it, only heightening the feeling of the two things inside of him. 

“And now we can do this…” Zane brings a hand to press against the base of the vibrator, keeping it in C as he pulls his hips back. He thrusts back in and C keens, moaning extremely loud. “Feels good, right?”

C doesn’t respond, too lost and overwhelmed by the pleasure as he scratches down Zane’s back. Breathy moans continue to leave him as Zane starts a steady pace of fucking him, bottoming out and slamming his hips in against the vibrator each time. Zane’s other hand snakes underneath C’s tight jacket, pressing down on his abdomen. 

“Say it. Say it feels good. You can’t let your body do all the talking for you.” Zane grunts. 

“I— guhh—” C struggles, breath getting knocked out of him with each thrust. 

He feels dizzy and reaches down to touch his neglected cock, body shaking at the stimulation. Zane notices and grabs his wrist, yanking it away from his cock while he continues to fuck into C relentlessly. 

“No touching until you tell me how good you feel. Bratty boys don’t get to cum.”

C whines beneath him at the loss of contact, hand sliding off of Zane’s back and weakly gripping at his shoulder. “Good,” he manages, barely able to make eye contact with Zane but it’s not enough. 

“I need more than that, honey.” Zane pushes the vibrator deeper with his palm, following up with a particularly hard thrust onto C’s prostate. 

C sobs as Zane continues to fuck into the bundle of nerves, mustering up enough focus to give Zane what he wants. “Feels good! F-Feels so good, Zane,” he cries, pretty tears falling down his face. “S-So full… Please let me cum…”

Zane, seemingly satisfied with C’s answer, shows mercy and releases C’s wrist, taking his cock into hand and jerking fast. C cums hard after a few strokes, mouth open in a silent moan as his body falls limp against the bed. He feels himself slip in and out of consciousness, eyes unfocused on Zane as he continues to fuck himself to his climax. Zane climaxes with a low curse after a few more thrusts, hot cum filling C. He pulls out but leaves the vibrator running inside of C, causing the silver haired boy to cry from overstimulation. 

“Take it out, please,” He sobs, hands covering his face. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, honey.” Zane licks his lips, taking the base of the vibrator and fucking C’s loose hole shallowly. “Don’t you want to cum one more time? Twice isn’t enough for you, is it?”

C’s lower half trembles as he sobs into his sleeves, thighs squeezing shut as he writhes in an attempt to get the vibrator out. “No! I’m done, Zane please!” 

Zane smirks, clicking off the vibrator and pulling it out of C. He sets it aside, sticky with cum. C’s body collapses in relief, though he still shakes with every sob. “I told you you’d be done after the second time.”

Zane fixes his pants, taking a seat on the bed next to C’s head. He guides his boyfriend to rest on his lap, carefully pulling away C’s hands and wiping his face tenderly. C nuzzles into his touch, sniffling. 

“You’re okay, honey. I’m here.”

C turns on his side and hides his face in Zane’s lap. “I don’t want to do that again. I thought I was gonna tear in half.”

“You know I’d never do anything that would hurt you.” Zane smiles to himself, brushing through C’s hair. “And you took both so well. It felt good, didn’t it?”

C nods weakly against Zane’s thighs. “Yes…” His voice is small but Zane catches it, pleased. 

“That’s what I thought. I’ll make up for being a bad boyfriend today.” He draws out the word, causing C’s cheeks to burn red. “I’ll prepare a bath for you and get you something to eat while you relax. Whatever you want.”

C peeks up at Zane, finding the older man watching him closely, smiling. “…Ice cream?”

Zane laughs, nodding. “Sure.”

“And will you join me? I want you close,” C pouts, nuzzling closer against Zane. 

“Of course, darling.”

…

Zane sets a clear bowl of ice cream on the bath table along with a spoon—two scoops of strawberry with a swirl of whipped cream on the side sit in front of C, who is currently lying comfortably in a very expensive temperature controlled tub. He’s surrounded by water that’s the perfect temperature and has a gorgeous view of the city to his left thanks to Zane’s penthouse being so high up. 

“Thank you.” He smiles up at the older man, sitting up in the tub so he can enjoy his treat. “Are you getting in?” 

“Yes, honey. Hold this for me, please.” Zane holds out a glass of wine to C and strips down, hanging his plush robe up. He removes his glasses and sets them aside before approaching the tub. “Scoot forward.”

C follows the command, lighting up when he realizes Zane wants to be sitting behind him instead of across from him. He makes space and Zane enters the bath, legs on either side of C’s body as he gets comfortable. He holds his hand out and C returns the wine glass, sighing happily as he leans back against his lover. 

“This is really nice,” he says, taking a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and letting the sweet strawberry taste melt on his tongue. 

Zane presses a kiss to the back of his neck. “Anything for my boyfriend.”

C blushes at the word, glad he wasn’t facing Zane. They had technically taken the next step in their relationship, didn’t they? Before they were just in an arrangement that included sex and dates and C living in Zane’s house, but now they’re using the word. C eats another spoon of ice cream, staring at the bubbles in the water. 

“So… does that mean we’re official?” He asks. 

Zane hums against the glass as he takes a sip, free hand massaging C’s side. “Depends how you define official.”

“How would you define it?” C peeks at the window, eyeing Zane’s reflection in the glass. He catches Zane looking back and turns his attention back to his dessert, cheeks pink. 

“Hmm… Official to me would be when everyone knows we’re together. If someone looks at you and thinks you belong to me then we would be considered official.” He pauses to drink, leaning in closer to C’s ear. “I suppose that means we’ve been official in my mind for quite some time.”

“Oh.” C shivers, turning his head to look at Zane. Zane smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“How would you define official, darling?” Zane asks, kissing C’s shoulder. 

C presses the spoon to his lips, thinking. “I guess… I’ve always thought a relationship isn’t official until my partner asks if I’ll be their boyfriend.” His eyes flick to Zane once more before he turns back to his bowl. “But your definition kind of makes more sense… Maybe labels are overrated.”

“Sweetheart, if labels are important to you then they aren’t overrated.” Zane sets his glass down on the bath table and wraps his hands around C’s waist, pulling him flush against his body. He rests his chin on C’s shoulder. “But you did call me your boyfriend, so clearly you already felt we were some sort of official as well.”

C sets his spoon down, hands resting on top of Zane’s. He laces their fingers together under the water. “I guess that’s true…”

Zane presses his lips to C’s neck softly. “We did have an unconventional start, so I can see how you might have felt differently, but I can assure you my feelings for you have only grown stronger over time, so... Would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend, C?”

C’s heart thumps so loudly in his chest that he swears Zane can hear it. He turns in Zane’s lap so he can face him, hands snaking up around Zane’s neck as he straddles the other man. “I would love to,” He beams, heart swelling with happiness. 

Zane returns the smile and pulls C into a long, passionate kiss, the hint of strawberry lingering on C’s tongue. He pulls back, hand brushing down the expanse of C’s back. “I believe that would make us official now, darling.”

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C visits Kei to get pierced. (3.5k) 🔞

“Won’t it hurt?” C asks, and Ren laughs from his place on C’s lap.

“Obviously. But you’re so strong you’ll be able to handle it.” He nuzzles C’s thigh, squeezing at the muscle.

“Did your tattoo hurt? It’s a needle so it’s similar, right?” C brushes Ren’s hair back, hands toying with his locks to calm his nerves.

“...Yes, but that’s completely different. I sat with 5 hours of continuous scratching at my side and a piercing is over in an instant.” Ren rolls over, kissing C's stomach. “Just think about how much fun we’ll have afterwards,” he mumbles, hand slipping under C’s shirt to grope at his pecs. C squirms from his cold hands, leaning into his touch anyway.

“True… Nngh..” Ren fondles at his nipple, hot tongue dragging over the skin under his navel. “I don’t think you can touch them for a few months, though…”

Ren hums as he continues to lick, mind occupied elsewhere. “Guess we’ll just have to have fun now.”

…

The day comes for C’s appointment, and he shows up at the shop alone - he wanted it to be a surprise for Ren so he went out under the pretense that he had a doctor’s appointment, leaving Ren at home with not a single idea of what was about to happen. C spots Kei lingering at the reception desk, sitting on the counter and making conversation with his coworkers. He turns when he hears the jingle of the door and greets C with a bright smile.

“C! You made it.” Kei beams, hopping off the desk. He wraps C in a tight hug, nuzzling C’s chest in the process.

C smiles and gives Kei a brief hug, too overcome with nerves to give the boy a proper greeting. “Somehow I did.”

“It won’t be that bad, trust me! It’ll be over in an instant.” Kei laughs and links his arm with C’s, taking him further into the shop.

He leads C into a room that screams Kei—different shades of pink contrast the dark punk decorations and knick knacks. A vase with fresh white lilies sits on a shelf that has many snacks and love notes tucked away, presumably from Dae, and a soft candle flickers, filling the room with the scent of lavender. The walls are painted black with hot pink outlines of lilies lining the bottom half, a scene that C notes is very reminiscent of the blackout sleeve Kei has. Lilies must be his brand.

“Welcome to my second home! Make yourself comfortable.” Kei motions towards the plush black seat for clients and C sits rather stiffly, willing himself to calm down. Kei shuffles some things around on his table before passing C a clipboard and a pen. “These are boring but necessary forms basically saying you consent and are aware of any risks if you fail to follow proper aftercare. I know you won’t, but they must be done.”

Kei winks and C takes the clipboard, nodding. His eyes scan over the questions and he sees nothing he hasn’t researched or expected, easily checking off the boxes in acknowledgment and signing at the bottom. He passes it back to Kei and laughs nervously. “I’m kind of excited but I’m mostly scared.”

Kei grins, the gem on his tooth catching the light and twinkling at C. He sets the forms aside and closes the door to his suite. “Believe me, it only hurts for a split second and then suddenly it’s over and you’re even hotter. …But then it has to happen again if we’re doing both nipples.”

C sighs dramatically and nods. “Yes we are…” He watches Kei pull on black gloves with a snap, shifting in his seat. “Should I take off my sweater?”

“You should, yes. But we can look at these first.” Kei turns with four packets in hand, showing them to C. “Which one do you like the most? I have rings too, but I’m assuming you want it to be over quickly so these bars are your best bet.”

C hums as he looks over the jewelry—basic silver barbells, a black version of the same thing, silver barbells with small spiked ends, and a rainbow, oil slick looking colorway.

“They’re nothing too crazy, but this is as much fun as you can have while healing. Once you’re all healed you can get the cool dangly ones or sparkly gems.”

C considers his options. He likes the spikes, but the black color reminds him of Ren. “Do you have a black version of the spiky one?” He asks.

Kei nods, stepping back to his desk to return the jewelry. He brings back a new packet with the black spiky barbells. “These ones?”

“Yeah, I think I want those. The black is very Ren.”

Kei raises an eyebrow and C blushes. “I see now… this is for Ren.” He grins and C laughs.

“You caught me.”

“I love it, C. It’s a fantastic way to show your love.” Kei sets the jewelry down on the tray. “Now if you could take your sweater off, pretty please. Then we can get started.”

“Fun,” C mumbles, heart fluttering with anxiety. He pulls his sweater off over his head and holds it in his lap, fingers digging into the soft material as he uses it as a stress ball. Kei whistles, eyes wide.

“Damn, you’re even hotter in real life!” His mouth hangs open in awe and C laughs. “Ren is a very lucky man… Sit straight for me, please.” Kei’s professionalism returns quickly and C listens. “I’m gonna clean the area first.”

C nods and Kei lifts a cotton ball from his tray, wetting it with rubbing alcohol. He swipes it over C’s nipple, the cotton cold against his skin. Kei’s tongue pokes out of his lips as he works with focus, switching to a pen to make some minor markings. C sits extremely still, heart pounding in his throat. Kei steps back to ensure he measured correctly, then grins at C, clamp and needle in hands.

“Alright, you ready?”

“I don’t think I ever will be, but go ahead.” C smiles nervously.

“You might want to look away—it’s helped my nervous clients before. I’ll count down so you know, but watching might make you freak out a bit.”

“Got it.”

C chooses a very pretty lily to focus on, keeping his eyes up and away from Kei working on his chest. Kei clamps his nipple—

“Okay, inhale.” He waits and C follows. “Three, two—” The pain hits C instantly as the needle is inserted and he shakily exhales, eyes tearing up in a natural reaction. He grips his sweater tight as Kei makes quick work of replacing the needle with his chosen jewelry, shakily taking deep breaths.

“And done! One down!”

C glances down to look at the new piercing. Kei takes a new alcohol-coated cotton ball and cleans around C’s nipple, wiping away any blood. “Woah.”

“I’d high five you, but y'know. Sterile area and everything. That can wait until we’re done with the second… if you’re ready.” Kei smiles his mischievous smile and C wipes at his eyes.

“Go for it.” He tries to sound confident but his voice wavers nonetheless.

“Alright…” Kei shuffles around on his tray, grabbing a new needle and setting up. “Quick and painless, just breathe for me.”

C does his best to take deep breaths, eyes burning into the pink painted lilies as Kei counts down and pierces him, pain shooting through his body. It’s over in an instant after the jewelry is secured and Kei is smiling at him.

“All done! And oh my god do they look good…” Kei‘s eyes fall to C’s chest as he admires his work, black jewelry perfectly accenting C’s pale skin and thick chest. “You should take a look in the mirror.”

C blinks, residual tears from the pain falling down his cheeks. He nods and walks to the full body mirror, nipples throbbing like a bitch.

“Oh wow.” C stares at his chest in awe, twisting his torso to view the piercings at different angles. He flexes a little just for fun, muscles looking great in the lighting. “Wow,” he repeats.

Kei laughs at his reaction, gloves snapping off once his area has been cleaned and equipment properly disposed of. He stands next to C, proud. “Mind if I take a pic or two? One for work and one for fun.”

“Fun…? Sure.” C agrees and turns around to Kei, who takes his phone out and points it at C’s chest. He takes a few photos, making sure they pass his quality check before grinning up at C.

“And now for the fun one.”

Kei pulls his crop top up above his chest, revealing his own pierced nipples. C’s eyes widen in surprise, unable to wrench his eyes away from Kei’s chest. He blushes, cheeks pink.

“Oh.”

Kei flips his phone to the front camera and lifts it up, angling it down to get C in view. “Smile!” He sticks his tongue out, silver piercing matching his tooth gem and C smiles, leaning in. Kei takes a few selfies until he’s satisfied and pulls his shirt back down, immediately busying himself in a text. “It’s just for Dae. Don’t worry, he won’t say a word to Ren.”

“Gotcha.” C glances back at his reflection, checking himself out. “Can you send that to me?”

“Of course!” Kei sings, tapping away before locking his phone. “Okay, I have some bandages to put on you just to keep you comfortable but you can take them off when you’re home.” C nods and Kei grabs the bandages off the tray, walking back to C.

“I’ll text you a detailed guide to the aftercare, but it’s pretty much what you would expect. Keep them clean, try not to scratch them or bump the jewelry, wear loose fitting shirts, and absolutely NO oral fun for 6 weeks.” He eyes C knowingly as he bandages C’s chest and C blushes harder, looking away. “You got that?”

“Yes, Kei.” C mumbles, peeking down at his chest once both his nipples are bandaged. He pulls his sweater back over his head. “How much do I owe you?”

“A round of drinks.” Kei winks at him, linking his arm with C’s and leading him out of the room before he can protest.

“Kei, please, this is your job.” C tries anyway.

“And you’re my friend. Don’t worry about it and go show Ren your new addition, okay? Just go drinking with me and we’re even.” C sighs dejectedly as Kei leads him to the door, ushering him out with a grin. “Byeeee C! See you next weekend for drinks!”

“Sure… Thank you, Kei.” C smiles at the pink haired boy before heading out, excitement fluttering in his stomach at the thought of showing Ren.

…

C enters the apartment and hears Ren in the kitchen, the delightful scent of curry filling their apartment. Ren seems to hear him, calling out as he removes his shoes.

“Hi baby. All healthy?”

“Yeah, I need your help with something though. Doctor’s orders.” C pads into the kitchen and Ren turns after lowering the heat on the stove and setting his ladle down. He looks at C, concerned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

C bites back a grin and drags his sweater up, holding it in place above his pecs. Ren’s eyes shoot down to the bandages, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion.

“Can you remove these bandages for me?”

“Of course. Hold on.” Ren moves to wash his hands and C grins against the fabric of his sweater at Ren’s precautions.

When Ren returns, he starts with the bandage on the left, carefully and gently pulling off the fabric. He reveals C’s swollen nipple, black jewelry popping against the pink bud. Ren’s mouth falls open and he freezes.

“Surprise,” C giggles.

Ren doesn’t move for a moment, staring down at C’s piercing with no word. When he finally moves, he removes the second bandage. He sets the bandages on the counter and stares intensely.

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like them?”

Ren reaches out to cup C’s pecs, careful to not touch his sensitive freshly-pierced nipples. “Yeah,” he breathes.

C shivers at his touch and pulls off his sweater, letting it fall to the floor. “I chose the black spikes because they reminded me of you.”

Ren bites his lip, wrenching his gaze away from C’s chest to meet his eyes. “You did?” His voice is low, a telling sign that he’s turned on.

C nods innocently, wetting his lips. Ren’s gaze makes him feel like he‘s prey. “Yeah.”

Ren lifts him up easily, setting C onto the island. He’s face to face with C’s chest. “You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He leans in, getting a little too close to C’s nipples. C pulls him back by his hair, triggering a soft moan from Ren at the sudden tug. Ren stares up at him, lids heavy with arousal.

“You can’t put your mouth on them, babe. Not for 6 weeks.” C shifts on the counter, squeezing his thighs together to get any sort of friction on his growing erection.

Ren pouts, still so cute despite his obvious horniness. “6 weeks is a long time…”

C brushes Ren’s bangs back, gazing down at his boyfriend. “We can do other things, though.”

He pulls Ren into a kiss, tongue pressing into the heat of Ren’s mouth. Ren squeezes around his waist as he eagerly returns the kiss, spreading C’s thighs apart with his hips so he can move closer. After a moment C tries to pull back, but Ren chases his lips and catches him in another kiss, tongue prodding at his lips in an attempt to continue their kiss. C pushes him gently and Ren grunts, busying himself with licking and sucking at C’s neck instead.

“Babe…” C mumbles, gasping and digging his nails into Ren’s hair as Ren bites down particularly hard. “Babe, your curry.”

“Hm?” Ren finally pulls back and looks at C, processing his statement. “Oh, fuck.”

He turns back to the stove and shuts it off, the curry thankfully at a simmer and not overflowing. Ren takes the moment to clean up a bit, setting utensils in the sink and putting away ingredients all with his boner still straining at his pants. It makes C giggle as he watches, his boyfriend still so attentive even when turned on. When Ren finally returns to C he pulls him forward by his waist, making his crotch press directly against his chest.

“Where were we?” His eyes flick back to C’s chest. “I can’t stop looking at these.”

C massages Ren’s shoulders, grinning. “Stare all you want, they are for you after all. Although I believe you were going to fuck me.”

“Yes, right. Are we doing it here? I can bend you over the counter. Spread you open and fuck you easily.” He licks his lips, fingers pressing into C’s back.

“That sounds incredibly hot, but we should probably move. I think I should be on my back for a while so I don’t bump the piercings and irritate them.”

“Okay, yeah. That’s smart.”

Ren nods, wasting no time as he lifts C up again and carries him out of the kitchen. He stumbles when he reaches their bedroom, tripping forward and dropping C onto the bed. He catches himself on his hands, preventing himself from falling directly onto C’s chest. C laughs at Ren’s fumbling, tugging his shirt up.

“Geez, you almost killed me.”

Ren pulls his shirt off, tossing it behind him. His shirt lands haphazardly on their dresser, knocking over a few items. “Sorry. I just really need to fuck you.”

He grins at C, giving him one last moment of peace before leaning in and catching his lips in a wet kiss, hands moving to cup C’s pecs once again. He can’t touch C’s nipples, so he settles with groping the sides of his chest. C moans into the kiss and wraps his arms around Ren’s neck, chest sensitive and sore all over as a result of the piercings. He allows Ren’s tongue to press into his mouth, hips rolling up in a desperate move to get any friction. Ren seems to catch on and pulls back with a wet smack of his lips, quickly unbuttoning C’s jeans. He pulls them down in one motion and pushes his sweats down to his thighs, freeing his dick. C watches in a daze, yelping in surprise as Ren lifts his thighs and slings his knees over one shoulder. He slots his dick between C’s thighs and thrusts forwards, dick rubbing against C’s. C moans and arches his back, pert nipples standing at attention.

“Oh fuck, Ren…” C squeezes his thighs tighter together and Ren groans, nails digging into C’s flesh as he continues to thrust.

“You’re so fucking sexy, C…” Ren grunts, licking his lips between pants. “I want to lick and bite your nipples so fucking bad… Did it hurt?”

C nods weakly, mouth hanging open as he gets lost in the pleasure. “Y-Yeah, a little. But it felt kind of good.”

“Fuck,” Ren curses under his breath. “Fuck, you’re so dirty…”

Ren’s thrusts get a little messy from the amount of precum being spread and his dick catches the rim of C’s hole. C’s breath hitches at the contact and he reaches down to touch Ren’s dick.

“Ren, I want it inside, please… Please, Ren… Please,” he begs, struggling to lift his lips.

“Okay, baby.” Ren nods through his haze of pleasure and releases C’s legs, mind clearing just enough to remember lube. He turns, but C stops him with a foot to his stomach.

“No, just put it in, please,” C whines.

“But—”

“Babe, we fucked last night. I’ll be okay, just please put it in.” C spreads his legs, thighs shiny and wet from Ren’s precum. His dick twitches, red and leaking. “Please, Ren.”

Ren’s composure snaps as it always does when C begs and he nods, one hand meeting C’s waist as he uses the other to guide his dick. He drags the tip over C’s entrance enough times to make his boyfriend squirm underneath him in desperation.

“Ren!” C huffs, starting to get frustrated.

“Okay, okay. I hear you, baby.” He pushes his cock in slowly, a low curse escaping him at how tight C squeezes around him. He glances at C to search for any signs of discomfort but only finds his boyfriend with his eyelids fluttering and mouth hanging open in pleasure.

“Yes, more! More, please, AH—!” C cries out as Ren thrusts into him and bottoms out at once, dick hitting him deep. He gasps for breath, untangling his hand from its place in the sheets to press down on his abdomen. “So deep, hnn—”

“You’re so— fucking— tight,” Ren punctuates each word with a thrust, sweat dripping from his brow onto C’s toned body. He starts to steadily fuck into C, hips hitting C’s thighs with a smack every time. “Is this what you wanted?”

C nods pathetically, feeling drool drip down his chin. His eyes water at the pleasure and force of Ren’s thrusts, body trembling. Ren braces his hands against the bed above C’s shoulders, fucking into C harder. “C-Close,” C manages to gasp out, reaching down to jerk his cock.

“No.” Ren grunts, grabbing C’s wrist and pinning it against the sheets next to his head. “You can cum without touching.”

C sobs from the loss of contact, back arching as he struggles to reach his orgasm. “Ren…”

“I’ll help you, don’t worry.” Ren angles his hips slightly, thrusting hard. C yelps as Ren slams directly against his prostate, body buckling.

“Ren—!!” He cums almost immediately, tears streaming down his face.

Ren laughs breathily, pleased with himself. He continues to fuck into C as he chases his own climax, watching his boyfriend pant and tremble underneath him. “Almost there, baby…” His eyes fall to C’s chest, tits bouncing with every thrust and black piercings standing out against pale skin. The heat pools in his gut as he watches before he leans back, pulling out of C. Ren jerks his cock quickly, eyes locked on C’s nipples. “Fuck, nngh…”

C pants underneath him, watching through half-lidded eyes before something clicks in his mind. He snaps out of his daze and sits up, covering his chest. “Not on my—” He’s cut off as Ren climaxes, hot cum streaking across his face. He blinks when Ren finishes and pokes his tongue out to wet his lips, unintentionally swiping over Ren’s cum.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” Ren cups C’s face, gently wiping away a mix of his cum and C’s tears. “I wasn’t thinking, baby.”

“Clearly,” C mumbles. “No mouth on my piercings also implies no cum…”

“Fuck, I know.” Ren’s eyebrows knit in worry as he finishes cleaning C’s face.

C smiles and tugs Ren down by his neck, pulling him into a soft kiss. “It’s okay. It’s kind of nice to know these piercings make you lose control.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course not.” C pecks Ren’s lips. “But next time I’m riding you so you can’t pull out.”

Ren laughs breathily over C’s lips. “I won’t argue with that.”

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C and Ren watch porn. (2.1k) 🔞

“Okay, I’m ready baby.” Ren sits down on the bed next to C, pressing a kiss to his head before settling back against the pillows.

He’s not sure where the idea came from, but C suggested they try watching porn together as a way to spice things up. It wasn’t unusual compared to C’s more… interesting ideas in the past, but Ren is always down to try anything at least once (especially when C is involved).

“Yay! Okay, I wasn’t sure what type of video to choose so I just chose a random one on the popular page. It seems hot enough.” C sets his laptop down on the bed in front of them and presses play on the video, leaning back and snuggling into Ren’s side. He rests his hand on Ren’s thigh, absentmindedly rubbing his leg as he watches.

The video is… about what Ren expected—some corny introduction that leads into the actors heatedly kissing with some heavy petting. It gets explicit pretty quick and seems to be having an effect on C, his boyfriend shifting in place, but it doesn’t do much for Ren. If anything, it has Ren thinking about the videos they film for C’s OnlyFans. This could be good research, especially if it’s a popular video.

“Should we start filming your stuff from this angle?” Ren asks, no longer paying attention to the sexual parts of the video.

C glances at him, squeezing his arm. “This is supposed to be sexy, Ren. We’re supposed to be turned on by this and want to fuck.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Ren massages C’s neck, trying to get back into the video. The lewd noises coming from the laptop are lost on him, mind still elsewhere. “Or maybe a close up like that! We could set up another camera so there’s two different angles.”

C groans and slams the spacebar to pause the video. “Enough with the work talk! Is this a bad video? Should I play something else?” He glances down at Ren’s sweatpants, noticing a lack of something large. “Are you even turned on by this? Should I play a blowjob video instead? Bondage? Threesomes? Parody porn?”

Ren laughs softly, turning to look at C. “I don’t know, I guess porn doesn’t really do it for me anymore. It’s hard to compare when I get turned on by seeing you fold laundry or water the plants or breathe.”

C raises an eyebrow. “Me breathing turns you on?”

“You get what I mean. I don’t care for these videos when I only want to be seeing you.”

“You’re so… ugh.” C sighs, a little upset that this new thing didn’t work out. He stares at his laptop, trying to figure out a solution that would actually get Ren worked up—and then it clicks. He pulls the computer back into his lap. “Alright… in that case I think I know exactly what type of video will turn you on.”

“But I don’t…” Ren watches, a little confused until he sees C opening one of his folders. It’s an archive of their unedited videos filmed for his OnlyFans, and Ren feels his face already start to heat up as he realizes what C is about to play. “Baby…”

C searches for a specific video, grinning to himself once he finds it. It’s around 40 minutes long without the editing, and it’s perfect for Ren. He clicks on the video and makes sure it’s full screen, setting the laptop back in front of them. He presses play, leaning back against Ren.

“Okay then. Let me know if this does anything for you.”

The video has a shaky start as the Ren filming gets the camera in place. Once it’s focused it shows C on his knees, wetting his lips as he unzips Ren’s pants teasingly slowly and tugs down his underwear to free his cock. C’s eyes flick between the camera and upwards at Ren as he takes his cock into hand, pumping him.

C glances at Ren to see if his plan is working and finds his boyfriend clenching his jaw, face tinted with a beautiful blush. There’s finally a noticeable bulge in his sweatpants and his hand grips onto the back of C’s neck tightly as he tries to keep his composure.

“There you go, babe… That’s so much better,” C hums as he rubs up Ren’s thigh, inching closer to his dick but not touching it. Ren squirms under his touch, eyes stuck on the laptop.

The laptop shows C rubbing his cheek against Ren’s cock, sloppily licking up the shaft. He teases a lot before he finally takes the tip of Ren’s cock into his mouth—the audible sigh of relief from Ren in the background.

C slips his hand into Ren’s sweatpants, rubbing his hand over Ren’s cock. He’s fully hard now, only after a minute or two of watching and it fires C up. Ren lets out a gasp from his touch just like the video and finally looks away, meeting C’s eyes. He’s properly flustered as he guides C by his neck into a kiss. C is surprised by the force of it but returns the kiss just as eagerly, letting Ren guide his lips apart and lick into his mouth as he continues to stroke him through his underwear. The wet noises of C blowing Ren in the video only work Ren up even more, making him press harder into the kiss, pushing C back a little by sheer force.

They break away with heavy pants and C’s heart skips a beat when he sees the intense look on Ren’s face. He moves the laptop to the side of the bed, getting comfortable on his stomach between Ren’s legs. C locks eyes with his boyfriend as he tugs Ren’s sweats and underwear down to free his cock, immediately kissing up his length. He gets to work without any smart remarks, too focused on getting Ren’s cock in his mouth as fast as possible.

“Oh fuck, baby…” Ren groans as C lowers his mouth onto Ren’s cock, taking him deep into his mouth. His hands fly to C’s hair as he guides his boyfriend over his length, teeth digging into his lower lip. C sucks around him greedily, bobbing his head steadily. He rests his tongue flat against Ren’s cock, pressing along the vein on the underside of his dick.

Ren is in heaven. Having C sucking his dick and hearing the wet sounds from the video at the same time has him insanely turned on—it was almost as though there were two of C servicing him at the same time. He watches C work himself over his dick, blue eyes locked onto his own the entire time. C always looks at Ren when he sucks him off, and his watchful gaze affects Ren every time.

C takes Ren to the hilt, his cock hitting the back of his throat and making Ren grip his hair tightly, crying out. C swallows around him once, twice, before pulling off of his cock, thick strands of saliva hanging from his tongue. He licks his lips and sits back up, hurriedly pushing his shorts down.

“Ren—” he starts, but Ren is already one step ahead of him, ripping his shorts off and throwing them off the bed. He pushes C back by his chest to get him to lay down and pulls him forward by his hips, catching his boyfriend off guard by the almost upside down position. “What are you—NNGH!! God—!”

Ren holds C firmly in place with his arms wrapped around his waist as he licks over C’s hole, tongue hot and wet over the sensitive skin. C writhes in his arms as he laps against his hole, across his taint, and over his balls, the stimulation so much all at once.

“Hah—Ren! Ren!” C chants Ren’s name, eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

Ren returns to his hole, nudging his tongue against the ring of muscle until it loosens enough for him to push his tongue inside. He fucks C open with his tongue, sloppy and wet as C’s cock leaks onto his stomach and slides down into his shirt. C moans loudly, toes curling as he feels Ren’s tongue inside of him.

“F-Fuck me, please. I want your cock, Ren,” C whines, body heaving as he pants. Ren grunts against him, pulling back to lick over C’s entrance, letting saliva slip off his tongue. He licks his lips and lowers C’s body, lining up his cock instead.

“Whatever you want, baby.” Ren’s voice is deep and thick with arousal—it sends shivers through C.

He presses his cock in slowly, the tip of his dick sliding in easily. Ren brings his hands to C’s waist as he pushes the rest of his length in, stretching C in all the right ways. C arches his back underneath him, rolling his hips in an attempt to get more of Ren inside. He gasps when Ren finally bottoms out, hand flying down on top of Ren's.

“You’re so big… You always fit just right, Ren…” C stares at Ren with half-lidded eyes, attempting to catch his breath during the pause. Ren doesn’t let him though, leaning in to capture his lips in another hungry kiss. His hips press into C instinctively and C moans into the kiss, Ren’s dick applying pressure so deep inside of him.

“I love you.”

Ren breathes when they break away and he finally moves, pulling back to thrust into C so hard it knocks the breath out of him. C grips onto Ren’s neck, holding him close against him and he works up to a steady pace of forceful fucking. There’s no doubt that Ren is worked up now—not with the way his hands dig into C’s sides bruisingly tight, the way he fucks into C uninhibited, breath hot on his lips with his intense expression.

“My sexy boyfriend,” Ren mumbles, lips ghosting over C’s. “My beautiful, sexy boyfriend.”

A breathy laugh escapes C between Ren’s thrusts and he pulls Ren closer, kissing his jaw. “All yours, Ren.” He kisses up to his ear, whispering. “Fill me up with your cum.”

“Gonna get you pregnant,” Ren grunts, sanity breaking.

He hooks his arms under C’s knees, pushing them down against him. He reaches even deeper at this angle, thrusts hard and unrelenting. C falls back against the bed at the change in position, Ren’s cock slamming directly onto his prostate with every thrust. His mouth hangs open and breathy, high pitched moans slip out, his back arching—he’s so close to his climax.

“G-Give—guh.. Give it to me, babe!”

Ren’s hand wraps around C’s cock and he jerks quickly, his thrusts becoming erratic. C spills onto his hand almost immediately with a sob of his name, body squeezing around Ren’s dick as his boyfriend continues to jerk him through his orgasm. C’s body shakes with overstimulation and that’s what pushes Ren over the edge, thrusting as deep as he can before he cums hard inside of C, forehead pressed against his collarbone. Ren moans louder and more lewd than C’s ever heard, rolling his hips into C as he cums, fucking his cum deeper into C. His body trembles as his dick gives one last spurt of cum before he’s stopping, panting against C’s skin. C brushes through Ren’s hair soothingly as they relax.

“…You’re gonna get me pregnant?”

Ren groans, hiding his face between C’s neck and shoulder. “Do not talk about that. I had a moment of weakness.”

C laughs brightly, coaxing his boyfriend into lifting his head to show his face. His face is red, and it’s not just from the sex. “I like it. You don’t do dirty talk much.” He swipes his thumb over Ren’s cheek, smirking. “You like cumming in me that much? You want me to have your babies, Rennie?”

“C…” Ren averts his eyes and C can feel his dick twitch inside of him. He pecks Ren’s lips, letting his boyfriend pull out of him. Ren’s eyes flick down to his hole as he watches cum drip out, so C reaches down and pushes it back into himself.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Next time we can see how many times you can cum inside of me.”

Ren bites his lip, entranced by the way C’s fingers dip into his hole. He only turns away when C retracts his fingers, looking back at C smiling up at him from his place on the bed.

“…I’d really like that.”

C beams at him, carefully sitting up. He spots his laptop, abandoned on the side of the bed with a colorful screensaver playing. “Oh, I guess the video ended.”

Ren presses a kiss to the side of his head, readjusting his pants before standing. “I stopped paying attention pretty early on,” He says, heading into their bathroom to wet a towel.

C grins to himself, pulling off his soiled shirt. “But it did turn you on almost immediately. I’d say this was a success.”