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Yusuke could imagine himself as being metaphorically comparable to an addict. Once he found something that inspired him, he had the tendency to fixate and obsess over his fascinations, observing and pursuing them with the intensity and straight-forwardness that only a true artist in every sense of the word could. Without that passion, that drive, he could never complete the piece he wished to create that depicted the very essence of human desire.
So, what was Yusuke so fixated on this time? What had caught the artist’s eye? Well, that was none other than the leader of the phantom thieves. Specifically, Yusuke had grown fascinated watching their leader in action during infiltrations, and the way his flexible frame would bend and move so fluidly. Yusuke was fairly limber himself, but nothing he could do came close to the elegance and grace in which Joker would weave through enemies and obstacles alike, overcoming every challenge he faced with that body of his that seemed to always bend, but never break.
It had started as a small interest, a mere curiosity about the extent of his flexibility. But now, rather than people-watching in Shibuya for inspiration, Yusuke found that the only person he wished to watch was Ren. His expressions, his movement, the way he interacted with others, Yusuke was drawn to everything about his leader. So much so that he was starting to realize he might be feeling the very sensation that he aspired to capture in his art. Desire. He wanted Ren for himself.
Was this what people referred to as love? Lust? Yusuke hadn’t a clue. He was at a bit of a loss when it came to these unfamiliar feelings that had come over him. What he did understand, however, was the yearning he felt to be closer to Ren in any capacity, and to spend more time with the man who had become so important to both himself and the rest of the thieves.
It was no exaggeration to say that Ren had saved him, just as he had with all the thieves. But more than that, like the deity spoken of in the Christian scriptures, Ren had restored sight to a blind man. Yusuke had purposefully turned a blind eye to his sensei’s selfish and criminal actions, but Ren gave him the power to reclaim his sight, allowing him to take the courage to ascertain for himself what was right and what was wrong. All these metaphors or similes could not come close to expressing the gratitude and admiration Yusuke held for his leader, but words are sadly all we have in a story such as this.
Were these new feelings, this want, this need to be closer to Ren than anyone else, simply a perversion of Yusuke’s respect for Ren? Staring absently at the blank canvas he had set up in his school dorm room/studio, Yusuke sighed. Unfortunately, it seemed his muse would remain elusive, despite feeling the very emotion he had set out to depict. The irony of that was not lost on him, but he felt lost all the same.
If only there was someone he could talk to about this. He wasn’t shy when it came to sharing what was on his mind; if anything, people often told Yusuke he was too blunt. He just wasn’t one for idle conversation. If he spoke to someone, it was generally with a purpose. But who could possibly be experienced enough in the art of the human psyche to help Yusuke piece together the meaning behind his feelings?
Ren had mentioned a school counselor that he and the others had visited on occasion, but it appeared that service was exclusive to Shujin students. There was a guidance counselor at his own school, but he wouldn’t trust a total stranger with something as private as this.
That was when it occurred to him. Futaba’s mother had been researching cognitive psience, right? Maybe Futaba would be able to help the artist identify his confusing tangle of emotions. If nothing else, she was probably his closest friend aside from Ren. Unlike the others, who typically shrugged off his antics as just being Yusuke, Futaba seemed to understand his unique traits and appreciate them.
~~~
And so without a second thought, Yusuke made his way to Leblanc. Futaba had been frequenting the cafe more during the day, rather than remaining holed up in her room. This was a rare day that Yusuke was off school, but the Shujin students were not. Something about faculty meetings or whatnot. A perfect opportunity to speak to just Futaba.
Entering the cafe, he was warmly greeted by Ren’s guardian, Sakura-san. “Oh, welcome. The boy isn’t here, but feel free to wait for him. He should be off in an hour or so,” Sojiro explained, assuming that Yusuke was there for Ren.
It made sense. Yusuke would often stop by to drink Sakura-san’s coffee whenever he was waiting for Ren to return from this or that. His leader always seemed so busy, much to Yusuke’s disappointment. His newfound desire to monopolize Ren’s time made him feel a bit guilty. As far as the thieves were concerned, Ren belonged to everyone equally. To ask Ren to look at Yusuke and Yusuke alone was absolutely preposterous, but it was impossible to deny the existence of his desires.
“Actually, I was wondering if I could speak to Futaba-chan,” Yusuke stated clearly.
Sakura-san gave the artist a curious and slightly suspicious look. “Futaba? This better not be a confession. I like you well enough, boy, but my daughter is off limits.”
Yusuke quickly shook his head. “No. Nothing like that. It was more of a technical question. I’m not the best with such things.” Yusuke blurted out the first reasonable excuse he could think of, but luckily Sojiro seemed to buy it.
“Ah. That makes sense. She does have quite the gift for that type of thing,” the barista conceded.
As though having heard Yusuke’s request to see her, Futaba suddenly strolled into the shop. “Sup, Inari,” she greeted the artist casually, using her pet name for him.
“Ah, Futaba-chan. I was hoping I could speak with you,” Yusuke said, giving her a small bow in greeting.
Futaba nodded. “Kay,” she said simply, whipping out her phone and shooting Yusuke an IM. ‘Meet me in front of my place, we can talk in private there.’
Yusuke was appreciative of her discreetness, and responded with an IM of his own.
“Inari has an old laptop he wants me to look at. We need to get some tools from my room to disassemble it, so we’re heading out,” Futaba assured her father figure, before leaving just as quickly as she came.
“Oh- uh- alright?” Sakura-san replied, but by then she had already bailed.
Yusuke bowed to Sojiro. “It is as she said, so I will take my leave. Thank you for your hospitality.” Then Yusuke departed as well.
~~~
It was a short walk to Futaba’s house. She quickly ushered Yusuke into her room, shutting the door behind them both before flopping unceremoniously onto her bed and patting the edge to gesture that Yusuke should join her.
“Thank you for inviting me-“ Yusuke started, but Futaba quickly cut him off.
“Save the niceties, Inari, and let’s cut to the chase. I know you don’t actually have a tech-related question, being the dinosaur you are, so spill,” she said, insulting him while somehow still seeming genuinely concerned. He would ignore the fossil comment for now in light of that.
“I…” Yusuke paused. How was he going to explain this? An artist he was, but a wordsmith he was not. “You see, I’ve been feeling some unfamiliar things lately, and I’m not quite sure how to interpret them,” Yusuke started nervously.
‘Why am I nervous?’ His generally still hands trembled slightly in his lap. ‘Fear of the unknown perhaps?’ he wondered. He took a deep breath to settle his nerves before sighing.
Futaba watched him curiously as he recomposed himself, then she put a supportive hand on his shoulder. That nonverbal encouragement was most welcome in his moment of vulnerability.
“You see, I... I think I might be in love with our leader. It started as more of a physical fascination, but the more time I spend with him, the harder it becomes to understand my feelings,” Yusuke said, brow furrowed in thought as he gazed at Futaba’s carpet.
Futaba waited until he was finished speaking. “I can’t say I’m an expert in love, but I have played plenty of otome games, so I can say with confidence that I am well versed in the romance genre,” Futaba said proudly.
Yusuke had no clue what an otome was, but he would trust that just meant she had more knowledge than he did in the matter.
“To figure out if it's love, I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright? Answer truthfully,” she prompted the artist.
Yusuke nodded blindly, not completely sure about this, but Futaba seemed confident enough.
“Okay! First question. What do you feel when you think of Ren?” she asked him point blank.
‘How could mere words alone possibly express the depth of my emotions for Ren?’ Yusuke wondered, before closing his eyes in thought to think carefully as he spoke.
“I feel warm. My heart starts racing faster. I feel as though with him by my side I could accomplish all I set out to. I am happiest when beside him, and when we part I feel empty. I long to see him always, and I wish he were looking back at me and me alone. I used to just admire the fluid way he moved and be satisfied by watching him from the sidelines. But recently, whenever I look at him I long to see what those clothes conceal, and the tightness in my chest coincides with tightness in my-“
“AAAAND I’m going to stop you right there. Damn, Inari. You have it bad,” Futaba concluded, sounding as though she pitied him.
Yusuke tilted his head to the side. “And that means?” he asked, his eyes pleading as his gaze met Futaba’s.
“I mean to say that you certainly sound like a lovesick idiot. And down bad. Real bad,” Futaba said the last point in a grave tone.
Yusuke raised an eyebrow. Down bad? What was that? Some sort of slang? He was unfamiliar with the terminology.
Futaba sighed, as though Yusuke was a lost cause. “It means you want to do the sex with Ren. Badly.” she explained bluntly.
Yusuke flushed in embarrassment at her crass phrasing. “Preposterous!” he sputtered in denial, but Futaba rolled her eyes.
“You should stop trying to lie to yourself, Inari, you got a hard-on just thinking about him while waxing poetic. I think it's safe to say that you want him. Body, heart, and all,” Futaba concluded, as she glanced at the now-apparent bulge in his pants before looking back up again.
Yusuke needed a moment to process all of that, and he did so with his mouth hanging open like a slack-jawed idiot. “I, you… what?” he asked, feeling more lost than ever.
Futaba sighed. “Still, leave it to a fox to want to steal the heart of our leader,” she said teasingly, before giving Yusuke a couple of pats on the back. “I would just tell him how you feel. Ren isn’t shy about the fact that he’s gay. Not to mention, I see the way he looks at you in the metaverse. Given all the smut I’ve read, I can confidently say he is at the very least physically into you,” Futaba assured her confused friend.
“Wait. He’s gay?” That was a lot of information all at once, but his leader’s sexual preference stood out to him.
“You really are a bit dense, aren’t ya?” Futaba said in exasperated fondness.
Yusuke’s head was spinning, but if Futaba was right and Ren somehow did return Yusuke’s feelings, Yusuke wanted to be sure. But how would he possibly even approach this topic with his leader? Talking about it to Futaba was one thing, but actually speaking to Ren about it directly? He would prefer his confession be a more secluded affair, rather than confessing in front of the rest of his teammates. If he was rejected… No. He couldn’t afford to think like that.
“How should I…” Yusuke trailed off, and Futaba helpfully finished his thought.
“Tell him?” she asked, and Yusuke nodded. Futaba’s expression shifted, making her look more like the natural schemer she was. “Muehehehe! Lucky for you I have a fail-proof idea, but if it works, you need to give me all the juicy details of what happens between you two as thanks,” Futaba offered, holding out her hand.
Fail-proof? Yusuke liked the sound of that, but why did he feel like was being baited into a trap? Still. If this plan of hers worked, then reporting the results of the mission back to her seemed fair enough.
He took Futaba’s outstretched hand and clasped it with his own. “What do you have in mind?”
~~~~
Yusuke was nothing but impressed by Futaba’s creativity. When setting up her plan, Futaba had brought up Yusuke’s aesthetic appreciation for Ann, and how she had heard about when Yusuke asked her to model nude for him to paint.
Yusuke still felt bad about that whole thing. It really was out of an appreciation for her figure that he had asked, nothing sexual, but after the fact, seeing how much sexual harassment his friend had to deal with daily, he realized that he had probably came off as just another perverted freak to her. He was glad that Takamaki-san had such a big heart to accept his sincere apologies.
“Well, it's pretty clear that both your personal and artistic focus has shifted to Ren, right?” Futaba clarified.
Yusuke nodded in confirmation.
“Then why don’t you just invite yourself over to Ren’s room and ask him if he is willing to model for you? Not necessarily nude, but it would give you two the chance to talk in private under the guise of you doing your work as an artist,” Futaba explained.
It was perfect. Yusuke had inquired when they should enact the plan, only for Futaba to casually mention that she had already asked Ren if Yusuke could borrow his room for a bit today because his dorm was having some construction done, and the sound was making it difficult for Yusuke to focus. Ren had easily consented, and Futaba flashed Yusuke her phone screen to prove it.
“Alright, you’re in. Good luck, Fox!”
~~~
So now, Yusuke sat alone in the middle of Ren’s room with his easel and a blank canvas, waiting for his friend to return from classes.
He had made a quick run to his dorm to grab the supplies he would need, namely the easel, canvas, and his sketch pencil. When he had arrived back at the cafe after leaving only about an hour before, Sojiro had given him a questioning look, so Yusuke explained that while Futaba was fixing his tech issues, Ren had offered to help him with an art project.
Sojiro had just shrugged. “Alright. Just try not to make too much noise,” the older man requested, to which Yusuke nodded before making his way into Ren’s room.
It didn’t take him long to set up his art supplies, but now that he was alone and had time to think, the nerves from before started to settle in once more. Was this really going to work? Was it worth potentially risking the relationship he had cultivated with Ren until this point? This plan had been set into motion so quickly that Yusuke felt as though he were just a passenger on a bullet train, not really knowing where it would stop.
However, Yusuke wasn’t given much more time to ruminate as Ren appeared only a short while later. He gave Yusuke a lively greeting, looking as confident as ever. Yusuke appreciated how even Ren’s school uniform complimented his frame nicely. Truly, one of nature's works of art.
“So you decided to ask me to model for you, rather than Ann? I’m a bit surprised, but I’m flattered you asked for my help in particular,” Ren said, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly.
Yusuke adored Ren’s expressions. He was still feeling tense but gave Ren a curt nod. “Ah yes. You aren’t too thick or too thin, you are incredibly flexible and well balanced. Honestly, I’m a bit ashamed that I didn’t come to this realization sooner,” he admitted.
Ren flashed him a smirk. “Where would you like me to go?” his leader asked, approaching the artist's side as he set down his school bag that, Yusuke noted, was sans a Morgana.
“Ah, the bed is fine if you don’t mind.” Yusuke gestured, trying to settle into his artist mindset, but his racing heart was quite distracting.
“Sure thing,” Ren responded easily. He sat cross-legged on his mattress facing Yusuke. After a few moments of the two of them just staring at one another in silence, Ren gave a playful smile, raising a brow in an exaggerated manner as he asked playfully, “Is this where you ask me to strip?”
Yusuke’s eyes widened in alarm as Ren casually took off his school jacket. “Y-you don’t have to if you are uncomfortable with that,” he sputtered. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if the object of his desire was suddenly naked in front of him.
Ren just shrugged. “It’s fine if it helps you. I’m pretty confident in my physique,” he said without a hint of shame.
Yusuke felt incredibly guilty. Here was his leader, who had already done more for him than anyone else, and yet he was still ready to go out of his way to expose himself just for the sake of helping Yusuke out with his art. And here Yusuke was, lusting after his leader and taking advantage of his kindness. He couldn’t go on with this farce any longer. He had to tell him.
“How do you want me, Yusuke?”
Ren’s question snapped him from these thoughts to find that, despite Yusuke’s insistence that it was fine for Ren to remain dressed, he had removed all but his boxers. Yusuke couldn’t help but marvel at the sculpted, lean, muscular frame that Ren usually hid beneath his clothes. Truly a work of art that Yusuke felt unworthy to appreciate.
“I’m sorry!” Yusuke said suddenly, standing up and bowing low towards Ren.
Ren quickly slid off the bed and lowered himself onto the floor so that Yusuke’s gaze would meet his. “Oh? What have you done that warrants an apology?” Ren asked, his expression gentle and accepting. As though whatever Yusuke was about to confess, he would forgive him. Yusuke truly didn’t deserve someone as benevolent as his leader, and yet he wanted him anyway.
“I-I lied about wanting to draw you today,” Yusuke admitted sheepishly, head still perpendicular with the floor.
Ren looked slightly put out. “So, you don’t want to draw me?” he asked suddenly, seeming a lot less confident.
Yusuke quickly shook his head. “N-no! It’s not that. Nothing would please me more than the chance to draw you, it just isn't why I wanted to meet with you today,” Yusuke explained, slowly righting himself in time to see Ren looking relieved, but a bit confused.
“Then… what did you want with me?” he inquired.
Yusuke trembled. This was it. The moment of truth. His next words would ultimately decide his fate. “I’ve come to the realization that... I think I might be in love with you,” Yusuke admitted. “I don’t want to lie to you or myself any longer.” The sudden relief of finally having admitted it to both Ren and himself was freeing. Almost as freeing as the sensation of when he first awoke to Goemon.
Ren looked surprised for a moment before giving Yusuke the brightest smile the artist had ever seen. “Finally,” Yusuke could hear Ren whisper under his breath.
His mostly undressed crush then stood up before pulling a very surprised Yusuke into a gentle kiss. It was brief, but something about finally having a taste of what he had wanted for so long made something within the artist snap. He instinctively entangled his long dexterous fingers into Ren’s hair, pulling his beloved leader into another, somewhat desperate and clumsy, kiss.
Yusuke heard Ren chuckle in that alluringly deep timber of his, and the artist could only gasp as he suddenly felt his straining erection being palmed at through his trousers by Ren’s teasing hand.
“Just a kiss and you are already this excited. You want me that badly?” Ren asked, his voice seductive and commanding. The voice of a leader.
“Not just the kiss, seeing the person I’m deeply infatuated with almost naked in front of me aroused me far more than I am proud to admit,” Yusuke panted.
Where had his sense of self control flown off to? But Ren rewarded that by massaging his now very sensitive bulge a bit more thoroughly. It was getting difficult for Yusuke to think straight. Well, gay? You get the point.
“I for one find that incredibly endearing,” Ren whispered into the artist's ear, sending a shudder down Yusuke’s spine.
The sensation of Ren’s hot breath and deep voice at his ear, coupled with the hand palming him, had Yusuke feeling as though he were teetering on the edge of something. It was thrilling, unfamiliar, exciting, and terrifying all at once. His breaths were coming out as ragged gasps.
“R-Ren… Something’s…” Yusuke moaned, his own breathless voice unfamiliar to him.
He could almost hear the smile in Ren’s voice. “Just let it happen, Yusuke, I got you,” Ren assured him in that seductive drawl Yusuke was quickly growing fond of, and he rested his head on Ren’s shoulder as his breathing grew harsher.
“Ah… Ren!” Yusuke breathed, before he felt the pressure that had been coiling in his abdomen snap, and he lost himself to an overwhelmingly euphoric sensation unlike any he had ever felt before. He felt his knees grow weak through the intense sensation, and he had only the slightest awareness of the fact that Ren was gently guiding the artist's taller frame to the ground as Yusuke shuddered.
When the haze of pleasure slowly cleared, Yusuke immediately noted the uncomfortable feeling in his trousers and a defined damp spot on the front. Had he wet himself? It certainly didn’t feel like he had. But then what was this?
Yusuke unbuttoned his trousers and looked inside with fascination to see that whatever he had released was thick, white, and sticky.
“You came all over yourself.”
Yusuke’s head snapped to the side as he found a still very underdressed and sexy Ren sitting beside him. Ren’s words had sounded as though he were pitying Yusuke, but his excited expression told another story.
“It’s my fault, so, let me take care of that for you,” Ren offered, and Yusuke nodded blankly, happy to let Ren do as he pleased.
Ren helped the dazed Yusuke out of his soiled pants and undergarments, tossing them haphazardly to a random corner of the room, before crawling on his hands and knees to Yusuke, lowering his face toward the artist's cum-stained midsection.
Ren looked up at Yusuke, smirking as he said, “Thanks for the meal,” before he winked and stuck out his tongue.
Yusuke gasped as Ren started to lap up the sticky remnants of his earlier release, tongue hot and ticklish against the artist's sensitive skin. It felt good. “Ren,” Yusuke said, his voice a harsh whisper as Ren finished licking at his thighs and started to lap up what remained on his still stiff shaft.
The slick feel of Ren’s warm, wet tongue licking lewdly at Yusuke’s erection had him struggling to form coherent thoughts again. “Ren… you…” Yusuke tried to speak again, but Ren at that moment decided to stop his licking, only to suddenly engulf the tip of Yusuke’s cock in his mouth. Yusuke could feel how Ren was swirling his tongue around his tip, coaxing another moan out of the artist. “Shit- Ren! This… Ah…!” Yusuke groaned brokenly.
Ren hummed in apparent satisfaction at Yusuke’s reaction. The vibrations directly titillated Yusuke’s shaft, adding to the already incredible feeling of Ren’s mouth.
“If you… keep doing that… it’s going to happen again,” Yusuke warned, and Ren seemed to understand, given the telling glint in his eyes. But instead of being dissuaded, it was as though Ren was encouraging that outcome.
He then started to bob his head, sucking and drooling around Yusuke’s phallus as Ren swallowed. Once more, Yusuke felt something snap, and he saw white as euphoria flooded his being again. Now that he was able to analyze the sensation a bit more clearly, he noted how it felt as though warmth were pouring out of him and into Ren’s mouth. In turn, Ren seemed to swallow that warmth, before pulling back with a gasp.
“I wasn’t expecting there to be so much the second time,” Ren sputtered, coughing.
Yusuke immediately grew concerned, patting Ren’s back. “Are you alright?” he asked, and Ren gave the artist an affectionate look while he nodded through his coughing until the fit seemed to subside.
“Mh fine. Just wasn’t expecting you to have been so pent up,” Ren said with a tired laugh, his voice a bit raspy, and lips swollen.
Yusuke felt the need to kiss those rose-colored swollen lips that had brought him so much enjoyment. Ren let Yusuke guide him into a kiss. It started with Yusuke’s clumsy yet caressing movements against Ren’s lips, before Ren surprised Yusuke by gently nibbling his lower lip, causing the artist to gasp.
It seemed he had fallen right where Ren had wanted him, as his leader took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Yusuke’s mouth. It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. Yusuke moved his tongue against Ren’s, noting that Ren’s tongue tasted slightly bitter, and he absently wondered if that was the taste of himself.
By the time Ren pulled away, both of them were breathless. “Yusuke,” Ren called out, no longer the composed and confident leader that Yusuke had grown accustomed to. No, this was a new side of Ren. Desperate. Needy.
‘Beautiful…’
A similar wet patch to the one that stained Yusuke’s trousers had formed around the groin of Ren’s boxers as well. “Yusuke, please, touch me,” Ren pleaded, grabbing one of Yusuke’s hands and guiding it to his bare chest.
He didn’t need to ask the artist twice, as Yusuke scooped up the raven and placed him on his mattress. He figured it would be more comfortable than the floor. He then positioned himself so he would be hovering over Ren, looking at his beautifully burning eyes that reminded Yusuke of hot coals.
“I’ve never done something like this before, so please tell me if I make you uncomfortable,” Yusuke asked, and Ren nodded impatiently, pulling on Yusuke’s hand.
It was then Yusuke realized just how much Ren must trust him to act like this around the artist. To let him be the one to see Ren like this. He was truly honored. He wanted to give Ren even a fraction of the euphoria Ren had given him.
Yusuke ran his hand down Ren’s chest, caressing and feeling every notch, bump, and curve of the beautiful body before him, admiring it. He hoped his touch conveyed even a fraction of how much he treasured Ren.
When Yusuke ran his thumbs over Ren’s nipples, he felt the raven arch into sensation. “Yusuke,” Ren cried out. It seemed his nipples were sensitive. Yusuke found that inexplicably adorable. If Ren felt it that much when Yusuke simply touched his chest, how would he react if the artist used his mouth? Yusuke wanted, no, needed to know.
Leaning forward, Yusuke circled the left rosy bud teasingly with his tongue, much like Ren had done to him below, gently scraping his teeth against the hardened peak that formed from all the attention Yusuke was giving it.
“Nngh!” Ren moaned, leaning into Yusuke’s touch, so the artist took that as a sign that Ren was enjoying himself. Yusuke then brought his hand up to take the place of his mouth, as he moved on to Ren’s right nipple, licking and nibbling it while tweaking the pebbled left nipple between his thumb and first finger.
That really seemed to drive Ren wild, as he felt his leader tangle his hand in the back of Yusuke’s hair, pulling the artist closer to him as he arched his back. He could also feel something hot and hard grinding against the knee that he had positioned between Ren’s legs.
Yusuke spared a glance downward to see Ren was shamelessly humping into him, eager for more friction. To see Ren lose his cool, under Yusuke’s touch no less, was incredibly pleasing to the artist.
Taking Ren’s not so subtle hint, Yusuke slid his hands further down Ren’s body, stopping to grope and admire the raven’s toned thighs before sliding his hand boldly down into Ren’s boxers and stripping them off to reveal his almost angry-looking arousal. Yusuke admired the way a copious amount of fluid oozed down Ren’s length, cautiously reaching out to touch it directly.
“Yes… Finally!” Ren cried out in both excitement and relief as Yusuke took Ren’s stiff shaft in hand and gave it a few lazy strokes. Yusuke had never really done something like this to himself, but he had by chance seen some guys in his school getting off in the men's bathroom, so he had a vague idea of what he needed to do. He watched in fascination as more fluid trickled down in response to his stroking.
“More, please, Yusuke… Faster,” Ren begged, and Yusuke wanted nothing more to please him.
“Like this?” Yusuke asked aloud as he pumped Ren with a bit more enthusiasm, the fluid spilling from the tip aiding in his ability to glide swiftly and smoothly up and down Ren’s shaft.
“Just like that… Good… So good,” Ren praised Yusuke, seeming to get lost in the blissful sensation of Yusuke’s touch.
The blissed-out look on Ren’s face was truly stunning. If only his hands weren’t busy, Yusuke would have loved to capture the enraptured look Ren was giving him. Alas, the artist’s wrist was starting to hurt, but he was determined to bring Ren to the peak of pleasure at least once in this encounter.
He could hear Ren’s breathing grow harsher, and felt his leader’s hips bucking further into his grip. “Fuck, so good, please… I’m so close,” Ren gasped, his eyes lidded in pleasure as he pleaded with Yusuke.
Yusuke felt himself responding to that look, and realized that for the third time he was hard. It was with that realization he had an idea. Briefly releasing his hold on Ren, much to the raven’s annoyance, Yusuke leaned back onto his knees and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Ren into his lap.
Their arousals were touching as Yusuke pulled Ren flush against him. Ren gave Yusuke the most desperate of looks, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. The very picture of what Yusuke would call desire. “Please…”
Ren’s desperate whisper spurred Yusuke on as he wrapped their arousals in his hand. He then stroked them both in unison, the sensation somehow more intense than anything he had felt thus far.
Ren seemed to be feeling it more too. He let out a wanton moan at the initial sensation, continuing to let out small gasps, pleas, moans, and slurred versions of Yusuke’s name directly into the artist's ear as he pumped them towards completion.
“Ren,” Yusuke responded, lovingly calling his leader’s name, and that was when he felt Ren quiver and come apart in his arms, clinging to Yusuke as though he was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Yusuke felt the initial splash of hot fluid on his abdomen, signaling Ren had hit his peak, but Yusuke continued to pump Ren through his release as the latter shuddered and whined in his arms. It only took a few more strokes before Yusuke joined Ren in oblivion, trembling and gasping as his own cum gushed over his hand and onto his abdomen, mixing with Ren’s.
For a moment the only sounds were Yusuke and Ren’s labored breathing as they collectively came down from their post orgasmic bliss. The first one to recover enough to speak was Ren, who wore a satisfied expression.
“Ne. Yusuke. So did you figure out if you were in love with me?” Ren asked, still a bit breathless.
Yusuke gave Ren a concerned look. “What do you…?” he started to ask, and Ren gave a tired chuckle.
“You said earlier you think you might be in love with me,” Ren said, quoting Yusuke’s impromptu confession.
Realizing he had never really verbally affirmed his feelings for Ren, Yusuke was quick to try and correct his mistake. “When I confessed earlier, I was unsure if what I felt for you was love,” Yusuke started.
Ren tilted his head to the side. “And now?” he asked, looking apprehensive.
Yusuke chuckled softly. “Now I understand that if what I feel for you isn’t love, then love simply does not exist,” he concluded, and Ren let out a relieved sigh, leaning bonelessly against Yusuke.
“I love you too,” he heard Ren whisper. He then felt his leader grow heavy in his arms as sleep seemed to take him.
Yusuke too felt the call of sleep beckoning, so with the remainder of his consciousness, he gently laid Ren on the bed, cuddling up beside him and covering them both with a blanket.
There would be a lot of needed clean up, laundry, and discussions waiting for them once they woke up, but for now, despite the mess, Yusuke felt the most content he could ever remember being. Ren, his aesthetically appealing and charismatic leader, lay in his arms. For the moment, Ren was Yusuke’s, and his alone.
‘I love him…’
As he drifted off, a spark of inspiration on how he would depict the essence of human desire on canvas at last came to light.