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Relationship: Ren Hana/Lawrence Oleander Rating: Explicit Includes: Sex Toys, Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Slight Dollificiation, Excessive Use of the Word 'Asshole' Length: 5200+ words

my much delayed addition to the BTD secret santa project from last month, for the lovely and incredibly patient @honeyaubade! happy valentine's day, honey, hope you like your gift!

special thanks to @thedemoninmywalls for arranging everything too :) same thing next year?

"There's no need to be so nervous, you know. It's just me. We're gonna have fun."

"Just you…" Lawrence murmured, their thighs tensing as Ren slowly approached them.

The idle wag of his tail cast stark shadows and shade on the white walls of his little bedroom (he could have had the bigger one but didn’t; he let them have it because he was just that good, just that kind), casting them in darkness despite the light filling the small space.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" They then asked, nervously wetting their lips.

"It should," Ren smiled (baring his sharp, cannibal teeth), reaching out to touch their thigh, not even feeling bad when they flinched (they always flinched). "I'm a nice guy, after all."

"Mm," They hummed a non-answer, idly gnawing their bottom lip, not having the will to sink away into the bed or pull back from his touch, however invasive.

Ren took that as a good sign.

He probably would have kept going, though, even if they had pulled back.

“Just relax, alright?” He said, standing up straight and taking the elaborately packed sex toy from his desk, his wagging tail picking up speed. “You're so tense right now...we’re supposed to be having fun tonight.” He laughed to emphasise his point, which made Lawrence look all the more uncomfortable, their pretty face grimacing with distaste. “Come on, don’t give me that look…I'm not going to hurt you.”

"Well, I know you want to," They said quietly, looking down at their pale thighs, riddled with scars (only some of them his), to avoid his gaze. “And you hide it by doing things like this...trying to be nice to me. Giving me things that I didn’t ask for. You're not…good at hiding it."

“Hmph, is that right?” Ren asked with a slight scoff, taking a step closer to Lawrence and putting aside the sex toy (for the time being, anyway), letting it linger in his peripheral vision, so that he didn’t forget what he really wanted from this exchange. “You think you have me all figured out, hm?”

"You're not difficult to figure out," They said somewhat curtly, their sea-glass eyes back on his, a pale brow twitching with ill humour.

“God, you’re such an asshole, Law," He laughed again, hyena-like and harsh without meaning to be (he never meant to be, after all, it was just the way he was built, the way he was bred), leaning forward, pressing his knee to the edge of the bed and caging them down to it, to nuzzle their jawline. "And so mean to me. Even after I’m soooo nice to you."

They breathed out an unsteady exhale, their body tightening up again underneath his, but they raised their chin slightly, giving him room to kiss despite their palpable discomfort.

Ren’s smirk remained (cruelty persisting despite his efforts against it, despite how hard he tried not to be) as he leaned closer into their shrinking body and placed a lingering kiss under their chin. His other hand traced along the side of their abdomen, feeling up their small waist under their baggy clothes.

It had gotten smaller recently. They weren’t eating properly yet.

"You look pretty cute like this, though..." He murmured against their pale skin, humming in approval at the low groan they pulled in through their teeth as he shifted their sweatpants down their hips. “And you’re so well-behaved, too! Hmf, at least when you want to be. When you know to be.”

Lawrence knew what happened when they misbehaved.

The heavy collar around their neck was proof enough of what could happen if they chose to.

Ren chuckled, pressing another lingering kiss to their tense jawline before pulling away.

"Lift your hips for me.”

"Mmhmm," They nodded and raised their hips slightly, letting Ren hook his fingers in the waistband of their sweatpants and pull them down and off of their legs (catching, however momentarily, on their flaccid cock), flippantly tossing them aside and joining them on the bed, shifting closer and admiring the sight of them as they lay back, spreading themselves open.

Prey for the predator that he was.

"You really do look cute," Ren said, the smile on his lips growing ever more playful and mischievous, fangs teasing his bottom lip. "I like it when you have your legs open like this...like it’s something you’re supposed to do, you know?" He teased, his smile broadening into a sharp grin as he placed a hand against their thigh and pushed it open more, revealing the soft skin of their ballsack and the dusky pink of their asshole. “Like you know it’s what you’re supposed to do.”

The force of the gesture was enough to make Lawrence flinch, those sea-glass eyes wide and staring up at him, fighting an urge to pull away or put up a fight.

Their lack of action made him laugh, though (they often made him laugh even when they weren’t trying to). He ran his hand back and forth along their pale (scarred) thigh, letting his fingers (his claws) brush over their skin.

"But you're so tense still…” He said, pushing his bottom lip forward in a mocking pout. “You're gonna have to relax, if you want this to be enjoyable."

"I'm trying to relax," Lawrence insisted, their lips trembling slightly as Ren’s thumb traced a newer scar (pink, red, and harsh, barely healed) along the inner divet of their thigh and groin, the sharp point of his claw teasing the torn skin.

"Mm, it doesn't look like it…” Ren murmured dismissively against their neck, pressing another kiss into their skin (what little of it was on show with the collar in the way), listening to their breath hitch and stutter, their trembling hands finding his shoulders and trying to urge him back. “Is it that hard to relax when you're with me?" He then asked, feigning hurt.

"N-No," They stammered, raising their chin a little more (like a dog offering its throat to an enemy to bite and maim) as he laved their neck with kisses and kitten licks, playing the gentle boyfriend that neither of them wanted him to be. "I just...mmh...struggle to relax in general...you know that."

"Mmyeah, I can see that…” He huffed out a laugh, his knuckles idly grazing against the still flaccid length of their cock (trying not to take offence to it, they struggled to keep it up at the best of times, so it totally wasn’t personal). “It's alright. I can make you relax," He then whispered, his free hand snaking up their chest to undo the buttons of their shirt.

Their shoulders trembled, but they didn’t put up a fight as he tugged the shirt down their arms, exposing their lean torso, riddled with his scratches, bites, markings of twisted love and demented ownership.

“God, just look at you…”

Ren’s gaze darkened when he saw his handiwork against their pale skin, and a possessive satisfaction filled his expression.

“Pretty thing, covered in my marks," He whispered hungrily, his hands now roaming the pale plains of their exposed torso, feeling up the scars, fresh and old, taking a mental note of every mark he'd left behind on them, committing them to memory. “Like a fucking painting. You’re so pretty, Law. So, so fucking pretty…”

"Mmf," They whimpered as his touch caught an especially fresh set of punctures over their heart, their pallid skin almost purple from the depth of the wounds, the blossoming bruises that had brought blood right to the surface. "Ren," They whined, squeezing their eyes shut, shaking a little more. “Please…”

"I know, I know, it still hurts, doesn’t it?" He asked gently, though a sly smirk on his face gave away his more duplicitous nature. “You're just so delicate right now, aren’t you, love?”

Lawrence's jaw tensed a little, their eyes flitting down and their face heating to a light pink.

They had never been called something as intimate and gentle as ‘delicate’ before, nor had they ever had the contradictory privilege of actually feeling delicate.

The word inspired images of fragility, images of expensive china reserved for special occasions, and ornate tea cups shattering into a thousand pieces when they fell to the ground. These were things preserved and cared for with the utmost diligence, things that Lawrence could never relate to, unlike others (unlike their sisters, their mother, animals, and plants).

‘Delicate’ made them feel breakable.

There was a twisted masochism to feeling so easy to break.

"You are delicate," Ren repeated, his voice a low and oddly fond murmur (because he really was so fucking fond of them) as he gently brushed a lock of blonde hair away from their face, tucking it behind one of their ears. “I mean, just look at you. You’re so…” He tilted his head to the side, their eyes meeting. “So small and fragile, like a little doll I should put on a shelf.”

Lawrence’s cock almost instantly hardened, and Ren’s smile was so broad, it made his face ache.

If Ren was easy to figure out, Lawrence was just as easy.

“That’s what you are, isn’t it, baby? My pretty, fragile, little doll."

They let out a low moan, wrapping their arms around his shoulders (squeezing him close, holding him tight) and hiding their flushed face against his temple, burying into his hair, as he kissed their neck again, soft, plush lips gently tracing over every bite he had left behind before, counteracting any sense of brutality with cruel gentleness.

Ren let out another quiet laugh at their insistent moans, his hands slowly moving to grip their hips and pull them closer to him. His cock began to stir in his joggers as their crotches lined up, too, all while Lawrence’s remained impossibly hard (they were so easy to read, after all), and the tip drooled pre-cum across the dark fabric.

“You got excited pretty quick,” He murmured into their neck, feeling their arms tighten. “Have you relaxed enough that we can have some fun now?”

"Yes…” After a moment of hesitance, Lawrence breathed out, pulling themselves away from his shoulder, showing off flushed cheeks and a hazy expression of pleasure, warmth and undeniable lust. “Yes…okay, I’m ready…" They nodded, breathing out again as Ren pulled back and reached for the box at his side.

"Good," He praised with a genuine smile (they deserved praise for this, after all), opening the box and letting the thick dildo gracelessly fall between them, heavy and dense and utterly obscene. "I had to go out and buy this, you know. I wanted to know if it would be the perfect size, not too small or too big…”

His grip barely wrapped around the toy's girth, making his expression appear even more excited.

"It's a nice one too, huh?” He asked, looking up at them again, golden eyes sparkling. “Pretty lifelike and the perfect size for you, I think!"

He was enjoying this a little too much.

"Mmh," Lawrence said nothing of his enthusiasm, biting their lip (a nervous habit he was picking up on), not taking their hazy eyes off the toy. "You have...mm, lube, right?"

"Of course," Ren replied with a scoff and an eye roll. "I’m not gonna make you take it without lube.”

He took a moment to look away from them and their lovely, nervous expression, his tail wagging (probably right across their body, but like that mattered, like he cared) as he reached around and pulled open the drawer beside him, rummaging through it for a moment as he searched for the bottle of lube.

“What kind of person do you take me for?" He murmured under his breath.

"I wouldn't put anything past you anymore," They murmured, watching intently as Ren sat back between their spread legs, uncapping the bottle and squeezing out a healthy amount of the viscous fluid, utterly covering the toy, enough that it was dripping onto the comforter. “It’s not entirely out of your character to attempt this without lube…is all I’m saying.”

Ren glanced back at them with a smirk, setting the bottle down.

"You're so rude, you know that?” He said, his voice taking on a lower tone, as close to dangerous as he’d let himself go with them, as he rubbed the lube into the toy, his grip working from the tip to the moulded base. “I go to alllll the trouble to get you something nice, even to lube it up for you, and this is how you speak to me."

Lawrence said nothing, an ill-amused look in their sea-grey eyes.

“Hmph…maybe I should make you take it without lube,” He then added, moving closer to him, his knee pressing to their thigh as he urged them to part their legs more. When they did so (however hesitantly, which he paid attention to), he reached forward with sticky fingers and rubbed some of the excess lube into their skin, just barely caressing their asshole. “Hm? Should I do that? You’re such a masochist sometimes, I bet you’d find something to enjoy in it…”

"It's…it’s much bigger than you are," Lawrence murmured through grit teeth, breathing hard as Ren’s claws kissed the tight ring of muscle, a subtle threat. “It would tear me apart.”

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," He teased coyly, replacing his claws with the pads of his fingers, listening to his partner (his victim) instantly melt and moan underneath him as he worked the lube into their skin, into the blooming muscle. "Mm, maybe you'll have trouble with it anyway, even after I’ve gone to all this trouble..."

"You'll enjoy that, though," They breathed out, their thighs tensing up again as his claws dragged upwards to their cock, hard and throbbing between their trembling thighs. "M-me struggling..."

"Mm, yeah, I would enjoy that,” Ren conceded with a casual shrug, pressing the tips of his claws into their thighs, bringing up minute pinpricks of blood and making his eyes gleam with hunger. “I should be honest with you about that, since you’re so generous to me…I’d really enjoy that.”

"Mmf," Lawrence’s expression tightened slightly as Ren pressed closer, forcing their thighs to press up more against their middle as the toy lingered threateningly between their legs.

“But I’m not going to hurt you,” Ren said, giving them as gentle a smile as he could manage when he was this worked up. “Because I can do things for you that would do nothing for me, even when I don’t want to. I’m good like that, hm?”

"Ghh,"

They instantly took in a low groan as Ren pressed the blunt head of the toy to their asshole, gradually working it open and easing in the bulbous tip.

"Fuck, god,” Their groans built up in volume and wonderful lowness, coming from the back of their throat, making something inside Ren throb. “Please, go slow, at least..."

"Slow, hm?” Ren murmured, pulled out of his lusty haze for a moment. “Mmh, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can do that.”

They took a sharp inhale through their noses, their eyes squeezing shut as they felt (were forced to feel) the slow, horribly slow, disgustingly slow drag of the toy against their insides. They cringed privately when it found very little resistance, easing into them in a way that was shamefully easy.

Ren had broken them in exceptionally well.

"Fuhhhh..." They moaned, tilting their head back as Ren continued to push the toy deep inside of them. “G-God…”

"You seem to be handling this pretty well," He said, a smile on his face as he hungrily watched their asshole stretch around the dense, black plastic, utterly obscene but so perfect to watch and enjoy. "I was expecting a bit more of a struggle, honestly. But…maybe I didn't give you enough credit, hm?"

They said nothing barring their desperate moans, pants and slurred mumblings of ‘god’, ‘fuck’, and ‘ughhhh’, their body shifting and hips bucking with trembling jerks.

“So good for me,” Ren hummed approvingly, his free hand running along their skin, rubbing soothing circles into their trembling thighs. "I think you can handle more, can't you?"

"S-So deep," They breathed out, finally speaking as Ren took a firm hold of the base and eased the toy deeper, their voice trembling as their body unconsciously jerked forward, needily seeking him to cling on to, like he was the only thing tethering them to the Earth.

And maybe he was, at least in the metaphorical sense.

“God, Rennnuh-”

"You sound so sweet right now. It's adorable... and so different.” Ren licked his lips (his fangs), shifting his hips forward so he could rock his hard-on against Lawrence’s thigh, using their body while they were enjoying themself at his hand. “I should buy you toys more often if they make you act like this."

"Nnno," They whined out, pressing their face into his cheek, breathing hard against his skin.

"No? Why not?” Ren chuckled again, his free hand moving up to toy with a lock of their hair, watching their facial expression intently and greatly enjoying every little sound and the sight of them being so flustered and dishevelled.

Their face was red and hot, their breathing shaky as they tried to keep their eyes open.

“Maybe I should get you a whole new set of toys. Buzzing ones, ones I could keep inside of you all day.” Ren smirked to himself, biting his lip and indulging in the mental image of keeping Lawrence plugged and toyed with for hours on end, until they were sobbing and their cock was drooling, god- “It would be soooo much fun to play with you.”

"Oh god," They gasped, eyes suddenly shooting wide and rolling back into their head as the toy pushed deeper, impossibly deep, almost to the hilt. "Nghhh, goddduhh.."

Another low chuckle passed his lips.

"Ugh, the look on your face. Do you like that, baby? I think you like it a whole lot," He teased, biting his lip as he rocked his hips a little more eagerly, his cock throbbing and leaking in his joggers. "You keep making cute sounds, too. I could listen to you make sounds like that all day, you know. It's really cute."

"Ren," They drawled, pressing their face into his hair, nuzzling against the soft hair of his ears. "T-Too much...please, need a break…"

"Oh, it’s too much, huh?" He repeated, a smirk on his face. "Maybe for someone else, it’s too much, but I think you can take it... can't you, doll?”

Lawrence’s asshole tightened around the toy, the pressure making it jut backwards slightly and making the shivering body underneath it moan and whimper even more.

“It's not that bad, is it?" Ren’s voice lowered as he leaned into them, chests together, the base of his cock against the base of the toy (pretending that he was the one doing this instead), his mouth down to their ear. "Not even half bad, really. Mmh,” His lids fluttered slightly. “O-Or do you want me to stop and take it out?"

"...No," Lawrence murmured bashfully through their whimpers, nuzzling into his hair again. "J-Just...go slow..."

Ren smiled at their soft words, their hesitant pleading appealing to all his softer sides (sides of himself that he thought he had hardened), leaning into the nuzzle and pressing a kiss to their flushed cheek.

“Okay, baby,” He crooned, slowly pulling the toy back and pumping it inside of them, letting them gradually work around the length before he eased any deeper. “We’ll go slow for you.”

“T-Thank you,” They managed to wheeze out through persisting whimpers, still clinging onto him tightly, so tight, so perfect.

“You’re so welcome,” Ren grinned, pressing another kiss to their cheek, easing his hips back to rub against their thigh again. He would take this happily if they kept behaving so sweetly for him. "You're such a good little doll for me, you know that?” He praised, giggling fondly at their immediate whimper and the puckered grip around the toy. “You said you were going to struggle, but just look at you..."

He marvelled at how quickly their bodies acclimatized to the toy's (frankly) intimidating size and force, feeling almost self-conscious about how much his own body ached just to hold the thing (he needed to work out). His gaze never strayed from their bodies, though. He admired every curve and contour of them, taking every soft gasp and whimper from their lips and filing them away for another time.

He then moved his hand back to their hair, running his fingers through it reverently.

“You’ve almost taken all of it. All twelve inches. It’s not hard at all, is it?”

Lawrence was silent again, panting hard against his temple while bitten fingernails dug into his shoulders (hard enough that he could feel it through his hoodie). Ren didn’t mind, though, humming softly as he leaned into their tight grip, letting a low hum of satisfaction pass his lips, like he couldn’t be any happier.

He then gently gripped them by the back of the neck, pulling them closer and tilting their head to press his mouth to their ear again, making his voice gentle and low, and whispered:

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” Lawrence said almost instantly, their eyes squeezed tight before they gradually opened, tears clinging to their pale lashes, their little pink tongue wetting their lips again. “No…mmh, yes and no. Not a normal pain.”

“Not normal, huh?” Ren murmured with a tilt of his head, watching their expression intently with a raised eyebrow. “Feels good and bad, doesn’t it? Hurts and doesn’t hurt.”

"Like nothing I've felt before," They breathed out with a long sigh, barely reacting as the toy slid right into the hilt (Ren almost expected a comedic “pop!” as he watched hungrily); the only thing giving it away at all was the flutter of their lids and the tremble of their long limbs around him. "Fuhhh, nothing...l-like it..."

Ren licked his lips (always a fox with a pinned doe with them) as he looked them over again, gaze travelling from their face to their trembling legs - one of which he forced to spread apart even wider to drape and wrap around his hip, holding him close while their other leg remained on the bed.

“Mhh, but you love it, don’t you? I can tell just by looking at you,” He crooned softly, leaning in again to nuzzle at their jaw, eyes flitting down to their collar, his ownership of them, and feeling a hot pulse of pride and arousal rush straight to his cock, making him groan. “Mmm, taking it like you were born to do it. Maybe you were born to do it, hm?”

“Yesss,” They slurred brainlessly, tilting their head back even more, their back arching.

"Of course you were," He murmured, his voice deeply approving as he pressed his mouth to the newly exposed flesh of their throat, dragging his teeth against their pale neck and leaving a trail of bite marks along the way. "My pretty little doll was born for this, weren't you?"

“Your pretty doll,” They panted, hesitantly reaching down between their bodies to work their hand up and down their cock, getting themself even more eager and hungry. “All yours.”

Ren’s eyes widened slightly, his face heating up as he watched them masturbate, filled to the very brim with the obscene toy.

They so rarely touched themself like this, and he felt exceptionally lucky just to be able to see it.

His panting mouth pressed more intently against their neck, his teeth becoming sharper and more resolved to bite. He took a deep breath and exhaled a low hiss through his clenched teeth.

"Oh, but is my pretty doll becoming needy? Being impatient? I haven't even told you you could touch yourself yet," He whispered, fangs nipping painfully, drawing a line of broken skin from their collarbone to their shoulder, bringing up blood and quick bruises. “You were being so shy before, and now you’re acting like a slut.”

A bead of blood ran down Lawrence’s panting chest, their eyes struggling to stay open as they bucked more into their fist, grip so tight that their knuckles looked white. Ren was breathing heavily at the sight, mouth-watering, the sharp scent of blood filling his nose and igniting a flame deep in his core.

It was taking everything in him to restrain himself.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes blown wide and dark with arousal as he watched them move, their asshole somehow tightening even more around the thick toy, his words coming out in a shaky whisper.

“You're such a mess; it's almost unbelievable. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you've done this before...or thought about it...a lot..”

“Thought about it,” They murmured with a hesitant nod, keening up to cling onto him again, press his mouth to their shoulder, rubbing the head of their cock against his through his joggers. “My teachers in school, my guidance counsellor. Thought about it so much that thinking made me want to throw up and cut myself.”

Their eyes met his, oddly empty despite their persisting arousal.

“Part of me still wants to throw up. To cut myself.”

Ren kept his mouth on their shoulder, but the force of his bite relented (even just slightly), the bite softening to leave a less angry-looking mark on their skin.

“I can’t have that,” He murmured, pulling back and giving the bite a gentle kitten lick, as if apologising. “I can’t have my doll hurting themself. I won’t let them.” He keened upwards, licking the rest of their bites, soothing their wounds, and relishing in the soft murmurs of pleasure that Lawrence let out.

“No,” They said, gripping themselves somehow tighter. “I suppose that’s true. No sense hurting myself when you’ll do it for me…”

“Mhm,” He hummed, his mouth travelling upwards to tongue their neck again. One of his hands came to rest in their hair, the other wrapping around their little waist, as he nipped and nibbled along their jaw, sharp and familiar but teasing and gentle at the same time, coming to give their ear a little bite and tug. “I won’t let you hurt yourself, but…I don’t mind you touching.”

His hand joined theirs around the base of their cock, squeezing them with a little less force.

“If it replaces those bad thoughts with good ones, hm?”

“Yes,” Lawrence groaned softly, pressing their forehead against his shoulder and letting go of their cock, moving into his touch, needing it, needing him- “Yes, Ren…”

“Mhh, that’s better…”

Ren praised and pressed a kiss to their hair, running his hand up and down their bony back (feeling each notch of their spine), tracing the bites he’d left, soothing them as his other hand stayed to toy with them. He moved closer then, pressing his face into the crook of their neck and taking in another breath, indulging in the scent of their skin, their sweat, the way it all mixed with his, their breathing and whining sounds, everything.

It was just so good when it was good.

“Don’t stop touching yourself, though,” He murmured against their ear, pressing another kiss against their temple, another to their cheek. “Let’s make you feel good, baby…”

“R-Ren,” They groaned lowly as he squeezed tightly again, his warm grip working up and down their cock, well-lubed with rivulets of constantly streaming pre-cum. They were really turned on. “Can I…?”

“Can yoooou..?” He repeated in a quiet, breathless voice, almost a purr. He let out a slight hum, a low rumble of noise as his teeth scraped against their earlobe, making them whimper and buck even more. “Can you what, baby? Use your words.”

“Mmh,” They nestled into his hair again. “Can I…u-use the toy on myself?”

Ren felt his breath catch at the words, his teeth clamping down on their ear as his grip around their waist involuntarily tightened, feeling them squirm and writhe.

“Hah,” He breathed out with a giddy smile. “Greedy. You sure you can handle that?”

“I don’t know,” They murmured, reaching down (without his permission, but he wasn’t going to punish good behaviour) and gripping the base of the toy, their hand trembling as they slowly eased it out and pumped it back in. “Nghhh, I don’t know…but I’ll take it anyway.”

“Yeah, you will.”

God, the way they were acting, shaking and trembling and whining, so demure and sweet and shit, it made his teeth ache.

“Hhmm…I’d say that your body can take it, but I’m not so sure about your brain, heh.” He tittered softly, bucking more hungrily against their thigh and licking the side of their face, his panting mouth pressing against his cheek. “It looks like it’s going to melt out through your ears, my little doll.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad,” They murmured, letting him push them back against the bed, lids fluttering as they continued to pump the toy in and out of themself. “Hahhh, no thinking…sounds good.”

“Mm, if you’re going to stop thinking,” He hummed, licking across their panting mouth, pushing his tongue past their lips and exploring every crevice. He was so greedy in the way he took, his teeth nipping at their lip and tongue, demanding more and more with each hungry kiss they shared. “Let me take care of you.”

“Mmfff…”

Lawrence groaned brainlessly, opening their mouth for them to kiss properly, hungrily, as he gripped their cock even tighter, working the tight grip of his first up and down the length of it, so hard and wet as the tip drooled against his skin.

So perfect.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of you…cus that’s what friends do,” Ren murmured hotly against Lawrence’s mouth, as if his mind went blank with each press of their lips, lost in the act of kissing them, in their touch, in their taste. “They help each other out. Don’t they, baby?”

“Hah,” Lawrence’s eyes fluttered with a stuttering exhale as Ren’s grip grew tighter and tighter, almost painfully so, their own grip on the toy wavering as the base was worked back inside of them, thick rubber pressed up against the tight heat of their asshole, swallowing it up hungrily. “Y-Yeah…that’s…mm, right…”

“Of course it’s right,” He murmured with a giddy smile, panting heavily against their mouth, grinding desperately hard against their hip, stimulating his cock the best he could. “We’re friends, after all. So I’m gonna take care of you, baby. Let me do it for you...”

Lawrence was a vision underneath him, one he wanted burned into his brain so he’d never forget it.

Soft, bruised, scarred pale skin stretched over protruding hipbones, over sharp shoulders like a perfect canvas, long legs wrapped around him, trembling and jutting with each movement, sea-grey eyes fluttering and watering from the sheer, overwhelming force of their pleasure, beating them like waves against a mountainside.

If he saw them every day, he would remember this time.

He pressed his forehead against theirs, unwilling to let them see his overwhelming fondness for them.

At least, not yet.

“Doesn’t that feel so much better than doing it yourself?”

“Yes.”

Lawrence’s long fingers tangled into his hair and rubbed at his scalp, and it took everything in him not to keen into the touch and let himself enjoy it, enjoy Lawrence in such an intimate way.

Maybe one day.

“It’s perfect, Ren.”

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