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It always started off the same, because they’re really only human and neither of them really want to speak on their urges. So instead, they don’t, and just pretend like everything’s normal when they’re trying to do homework or play games or... whatever else.

“Come on, Renren!” Ryuji said, because he always started off with teasing to edge Ren on. “I thought you could fight better than that!”

“Oh, shut up.” Ren mumbled under his breath, and Ryuji can’t help but notice how Ren’s fingers start tapping quicker on the controller in his hands. “You’re losing right now.”

Ryuji quickly turned his attention back to the screen in front of him, where he saw that he was, in fact, losing. It was okay, though. Just a part of the routine that he and Ren had set way back when. They were both aware of this, even if Ren seemed like he wasn’t. Hell, even Morgana seemed to be aware of it, because he’d gone downstairs once Ryuji had come over. At least they didn’t have to force him and risk breaking the mood.

The screen flashed red when Ryuji’s character is defeated, leading to him groaning and dropping the controller into his lap. As much as he liked this subtle way of doing things, it did bother him sometimes that he always lost to Ren. It might break their pattern if he won, but that didn’t mean he would stop trying.

Ren sighed and placed his controller down, doing a bit of a dramatic pop of his neck. “I actually think you’re getting worse at this.” He said, which isn’t in Ryuji’s mental script, but he doesn’t really care.

“I think not.” Ryuji jibed in reply with a roll of his eyes. “Maybe if you could learn to be more predictable, then-”

Ren snickered. “Right, like I’ll do that.” He spoke in his usual soft-spoken tone rather than the more demanding one he used on occasion. “No thanks.”

Ryuji huffed and leaned back in his chair, making it rock onto just the back legs. “Can’t believe you.” He muttered, now also going off-script because he wanted to live a little. “Let’s just play another match.”

Ren’s smile was all the “yes” he needed. So Ryuji picked up his controller again and moved his chair closer to Ren’s. A thing that was on their script, which he was hoping would lead Ren to want to go back to their usual routine. The game started up again and after just a few mere minutes, Ryuji lost again. And then again and again. 

Eventually, he just gave up and turned off the console before Ren could deal the finishing blow because really, this was getting on his nerves.

“Are we done?”

“I’m gonna get you back for this.” Ryuji said in reply, because he doesn’t really want to answer the question. “I swear.”

“Mmm.” Ren hummed in disbelief and walked over to his bed, where he sat down as if nothing was wrong. Fucking asshole. “Sure.”

No matter what, the conversation always led to the same thing. Different ways, but it did. The positioning changed, but this time, it ends with Ryuji on top of Ren and kissing him all over. Neither of them are entirely naked, Ryuji especially, but neither are really wearing their clothes properly anymore. Ren was without his pants and his jacket was slowly falling off his shoulders, whereas Ryuji’s main difference was that he’d shedded his sweater and thrown it onto the floor. That would definitely change in a few minutes, though.

Ren was breathing heavily and shifting around, which caused him to gasp, and his legs trembled. He quietly muttered, “Oh...” under his breath when he was reminded of the fingers currently stretching him out, and he slowly closed his eyes.

“Is it too much?” Ryuji stilled his hand and leaned a bit closer. “I can go slower, if you want?”

“Mm-mm.” Ren shook his head, only reopening his eyes briefly to make eye contact with Ryuji. “It’s fine.”

Ryuji nodded quietly and then slowly started moving his fingers again. It was a bit weird, but a bit of an excited shiver ran up and down his spine whenever Ren made little noises like hums or quick gasps of breath when Ryuji’s fingers would brush over certain nerves. It made him want to rush through the preparation just so he could see Ren become an utter mess beneath him because of him, but as much as he wanted to... he’d and Ren had learned that lesson. The last time they’d rushed through it and just skipped right ahead, Ren had been in pain for a few days. It wasn’t fun for either of them, so they agreed to take it slow so it was more enjoyable than painful.

But, that didn’t stop some crazed out part of Ryuji’s mind from wanting to ram himself into Ren until his friend begged for mercy.

“Ryuji...” Ren’s whine brought him back to the present moment, and he found the other boy breathing harshly and trying to grind down on his fingers. “Ryuji, please. I’m prepped enough, just please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Ren’s words were more like a breath than anything else. “Please, Ryuji.”

The use of his name was really affecting Ryuji. The way he said it too. It all went straight to his dick and made it hard to breathe, but in the best way possible.

“Fine.”

He slowly dragged his fingers out of Ren, both to listen to Ren’s sharp breathing again and just in case he hadn’t been telling the truth about being fully stretched yet. But he felt stretched enough (more than enough, in fact), so Ryuji chose to trust him. 

Ryuji got up and let his pants drop to the floor alongside his jacket. He’d been too lazy to switch out of the Shujin uniform before he came to visit Ren, so that was what he had been wearing. Ren, who was way smarter than him, had actually gone through the effort of changing his clothes so he wasn’t in the stiff uniform and rather much looser clothes that were easier to take off.

He grabbed the lube from where he’d set it aside and poured a rather generous amount into his hand before he started applying it to his dick. Luckily it had warmed up since he’d started using it on Ren, so he didn’t have to worry about a sudden shock to his systems as he applied it.

It was soon discarded to some other corner of the bed, and he went to tower over Ren again as he aligned his cock with his friend’s hole. The brief contact that was made when Ryuji bumped the head of his cock against the skin was enough to make Ren shudder, and he slowly leaned his head back to stare at the roof again.

Ryuji chuckled a bit awkwardly. “Okay... I’m... gonna go in now?”

Ren snickered. “That does not sound hot at all.”

“Stupid- What else am I gonna say?”

“Something that sounds more hot, probably.”

Ryuji just huffed and shook his head. Yeah, leave it to Ren to say the stupidest shit in the middle of sex. “Anyway. I’m gonna, uh... start now?”

Ren sighed and relaxed against his pillow. His only confirmation to go ahead was a simple nod, which Ryuji almost mistook as something else. Regardless, he started to slowly push into his friend with practiced ease, and only slowed down when Ren’s knees came up. He gave him a worried look, to which his friend just shook his head as a way to say “keep going”.

Practice made it so it didn’t take long for him to bottom out, in which he groaned softly and tried to catch his breath before it ran away. He also checked on Ren, who looked a bit hazy in the eyes, but was otherwise fine.

“Y-You can...” Ren swallowed and shifted his position just a bit. “G-Go ahead...”

Ryuji just nodded and mumbled something that sounded like “Okay...” under his breath. He too, changed his position a bit so he wouldn’t fall over, and then started slowly thrusting back and forth. Immediately, his mind was swarmed with something like bliss and warmth. As much as he wanted to continue slipping down into chasing the fuzziness he felt, his racing heartbeat wouldn’t exactly let him. It kept him grounded and in the present, unlike Ren, who looked to be somewhere else. His eyes were foggy behind the light glaring on his glasses, and as pleasant as a sight that was, Ryuji didn’t want to lose his friend under the feeling, so he kissed him back to the present.

Ren whined against his lips and ran his hand through Ryuji’s hair, and the occasional harder thrust would make his whole body shudder. He moved his hips forward to try and convey something, which Ryuji couldn’t really understand. So he paused, and tried to ignore the way Ren whined when he did.

“What’s up?”

“Go faster...” Ren mumbled, again driving his hips forward to add further emphasis to his words. “Pretty please?”

Fuck. The begging was way too hot. Way too hot, and Ryuji could’ve sworn that something primal in him just snapped, because all he could do was oblige and go faster. How much faster, he couldn’t really be too sure, but he could hear the bed starting to creak beneath them.

Speaking of Ren, he really had turned into a mess. Just as suddenly as Ryuji had upped the ante, Ren had lost whatever was left of his composure, though that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, Ren turned into a pure mess of just sounds and stammers, much like he was now. Moaning wantonly and fisting the bedsheets like they were his damn life support and babbling what was mostly nonsense aside from dropping Ryuji’s name occasionally. He was leaned so far back that his back was arched off the bed, and Ryuji had to (albeit lazily) push him back down against the bed. 

Ryuji leaned down and captured Ren’s lips to quiet him down just a bit, because it was dark out and there were definitely people sleeping, and the last thing they needed was a noise complaint. Ren whimpered like a dog against his lips, and it hurt his heart to just hear that sound. As he began to slow down a bit to avoid overexertion, Ren’s hands went from the bed to grab onto his back and hold him in place against him. They did have to separate from each other to catch their breath, but while he did that, Ryuji attacked Ren’s neck instead.

He’d never really been one for giving hickeys and marking up people because frankly, he really didn’t think he was all that good at it? But sometimes, like right now, he felt he needed to do something, so he started sucking and biting all over his best friend’s neck and the underside of his chin. It didn’t do as much as he’d really expected it to, but the way Ren gasped for air was enough for him, he supposed.

Ryuji backed off of his friend’s neck after just a minute or two, where he found himself suddenly caught up with just how much he’d marked up Ren. The entire left side of his neck was just covered in hickeys that went as high as his chin and as low as his collarbone. That would definitely bring up some questions later, but it would also probably be hard to cover up. Some part of him was almost excited about that fact though, that even when wearing the Shujin uniform to an exact, Ren couldn’t cover up everything Ryuji had done. And something was telling him that if Ren didn’t have his shirt and jacket on, that he would’ve done far worse... 

...Maybe he was good at it, actually.

Ren breathed out a shaky sigh. “Damn you...” He mumbled between heavy breaths and moans that were definitely restricted. “You want people to know about this?”

“Maybe.” Ryuji’s reply just sort of... slipped out of his mouth. “Maybe I want ‘em to know about how much you like to be fucked so deep.”

“I do not.”

The heavier breathing and soft gasps on Ren’s part definitely said otherwise, but Ryuji still chose to drive the point across by pulling all the way out and then driving himself forward roughly into Ren. The boy beneath him moaned so loudly that he covered his mouth afterwards, which was just followed by Ryuji smiling.

“You don’t?”

Ren just rolled his eyes and shoved Ryuji away. “Shut up.”

Ryuji felt his smile turn a bit softer, and he leaned to kiss Ren’s nose and then his cheek. “...Love ya’, Renren.”

He looked away from Ren to avoid seeing his reaction, and ended up staring at the staircase. He briefly wondered how Morgana was doing before he was suddenly pulled back. He was met by a smiling Ren.

“I love you too.” He said, though he sounded like he was holding back a laugh. “I don’t think I’d be asking you over so much if I didn’t.” A sigh came out of him, and he went to kiss Ryuji’s forehead. “But... Can we talk about this later?” He chuckled a bit and drew both his hands away from Ryuji. “It’s hard to concentrate with you so far up my ass.”

Ryuji snorted and shook his head. “Man... You always say the weirdest shit. But fine.”

He kept his pace a bit more steady now as he fucked into Ren, sitting just on the line between “normal speed” and “fast”. It was where he usually ended up by the end anyway, but by then, Ren would be too far fucked out of his mind for it to invoke any real reaction. Now, though? Ryuji was considering staying at that pace more often, because the effect it was having on Ren was just beautiful.

He was whimpering quietly and would softly cry out whenever Ryuji brushed over certain nerves, and his hands had returned to the bed sheets once again. Not as tightly as before, but still enough that Ryuji was almost certain that he’d have to fix them later.

When he got a bit too loud, he had this cute habit of covering his mouth like he was embarrassed, but it honestly just spurred Ryuji on further to see more of that. He only increased his speed slightly, since he really needed to focus on his breathing and nothing else. Though they seemed to collectively decide that breathing was overrated and Ryuji found himself capturing Ren’s lips again, though in a bit more of a passionate way. It helped ground him, and it was also a way to keep himself and Ren quieted down, so it was definitely of benefit.

Plus, he also just really liked kissing Ren.

Ryuji’s lungs would tighten and he’d be suddenly reminded that breathing was a thing, so he’d have to regrettably pull away from his friend for just a moment. But in the meantime, Ren had developed a habit of baring his neck to Ryuji as a more silent way of asking to be marked up even more.

As if he didn’t already have enough?

Well, his jacket was already off his arms, which gave Ryuji a lot more access. He just needed a bit of assistance from Ren before he was able to mark up his shoulders and the other side of his neck as well. Ren was looking so unlike himself that it was comical, and it really wouldn’t help his reputation at school, but Ryuji couldn’t really find it in his heart to care. The visual and the way Ren’s frantic breathing puffed against his ear was enough to make him never want to stop.

“Ryuji...” The husky whispers were accompanied by a hand in his hair. “God, Ryuji... Fuck...”

Just the way his name was said was starting to drive him mad, and he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer.

“R- Ry-” Ren threw his head back with some mixture of a moan and a gasp for air. “Fuck, Ryuj- ngh!” He started tugging on his hair. “I- I’m... c-close...”

And apparently, neither would Ren, so Ryuji just sped up as best he could to hurry it up. It only brought more sounds out of Ren, which he responded with by peppering kisses all over his face and lips. It made them both laugh, so it succeeded.

It only took a few more minutes before Ryuji was pushed over the edge, with his only warning being a shout beforehand. His vision went white for just a brief few seconds, and his exhaustion was really starting to catch up. Everything felt so loud and moving was a bit difficult, so he could really just hope that he was deep enough inside for the cum to not spill out onto the bed.

It seemed that Ren came immediately after, with a loud cry of “Fuck!” and his back arching off the bed. He looked about as exhausted as Ryuji felt, maybe even more so with how tears of overstimulation were fogging up his glasses. He whined pitifully and took them off, but then just dropped them beside him due to the exhaustion.

Ryuji had to remove his shirt since it got splattered with cum when Ren had gotten reached climax. Ren’s shirt was an even bigger mess, so now both of them were suddenly naked, but neither of them had the energy to care. Ryuji just slowly pulled out and laid down on Ren’s chest while they both caught their breath.

“That... felt even more intense than last time...” Ren mumbled, now having returned to his soft-spoken tone. He sighed, and his hand returned to Ryuji’s hair. “I’m so tired...”

“Ditto...”

“...We can sleep after we clean up.”

Ryuji groaned into his friend’s shoulder. “ Man... can’t that wait?”

“Your uniform needs cleaning.” Ren chided. “And we can go relax in the bathhouse while our clothes are being washed.”

“ Fine...”

Hot breath tickled his ear, and when he flinched, he was met by a chuckle.

“Oh, Skull...” Joker’s low whisper really wasn’t helping. “You seem scared.”

Ryuji had just accepted that really, Ren and Joker weren’t the same person. No way his stammering boyfriend that turned red from even the slightest public display of affection was the same guy as the one in front of him! Ain’t no way the ever flirtatious and teasing Joker was the same person as Ren.

“I ain’t afraid...” He mumbled, because he really wasn’t... is what he was trying to tell himself.

“...Really?” Joker sounded like he was tapping on the wall beside Skull’s head, but when Ryuji tried to look, Joker stopped him. It was like he read his mind, because immediately, his hand was on his chin and slowly turning his head so their eyes met again. “Ah, ah, ah...” He smiled in amusement. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to do that.”

Ryuji swallowed nervously under his ascot. “S-Sorry...”

Joker just hummed, staring at Skull with red eyes hidden behind a white mask. The redness was so odd to see, since Ryuji was much more used to the soft gray that belonged to Ren, but it also wasn’t weird at all because this was Joker and not Ren. Just like the way Joker had perfect posture unlike Ren wasn’t weird either, because Ryuji was honestly into the fact that Joker towered over him, and he knew that Joker knew that he was into it.

“Say, Skull.” Joker said out of nowhere. “How would you feel if I got off in front of you?”

What.

“H-Huh!?”

Joker laughed at the reply and kissed Ryuji’s cheek under the teeth of his mask. “What? It’s a genuine question.” One of his hands wandered down to Ryuji’s hips and his fingers teasingly made sparks of heat trickle along Ryuji’s body. “You think I’m not gonna have some kind of reaction, when you’re sitting there batting your eyelashes and practically begging me to use you?”

“I- I’m not...” Ryuji trailed off and swallowed. Maybe he was thinking about it, but how would Joker know that?

“You think very loudly.” Joker commented, and then laughed when Ryuji’s eyes went wide. “Aw... You’re so cute~” He lifted Skull’s head so he was looking up at him, and just the look in his eyes was enough to make Ryuji’s knees feel weak. “And so irresistible.”

“Yet you haven’t done anything to me?”

“Ohhhh... Is that a challenge~?” Joker chuckled and leaned closer, again leaning into Skull’s ear and making Ryuji go stiff all over. “We can’t do much down here in Mementos, unfortunately.” He spoke in such a low and seductive tone that it made Ryuji’s pants tight. “And at home, I’m much unlike myself.” He sighed and dipped his hand down low, brushing his fingertips over the growing bulge in Ryuji’s pants. “But I could indulge you while the team’s off scouting.”

Ryuji leaned his head back against the wall and shuddered. He was only getting harder the more Joker palmed him through his pants, and his legs were becoming a bit unstable. What was even worse was how slow Joker was being too. It was like he was trying to torture him, rather than pleasure him. He made a small noise of annoyance and tried to drive his hips forward, which was almost immediately shut down by Joker pushing him back against the wall.

“Naughty Skull.” Joker smirked at him, out of all the things. He also started dragging a hand through his hair, which felt so much different than when Ren would do it. Ren did it to comfort him or just to show affection, whereas Joker’s felt almost condescending. “Do I need to punish you?”

“No-”

“Hm.” Joker’s hand was pulled away from his head, and Ryuji found himself missing it. He let out a small whine, which Joker seemed to catch. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” 

The reply came instantly for Ryuji, and it seemed that Joker picked up on that. He tilted his head, but didn’t act on it, and instead took both of his hands back. The loss of stimulation was the worst kind of grounding for Ryuji, but he silenced himself to watch his boyfriend. Joker made rather short work of his belt and threw it into the waiting room beside them, which he didn’t really seem to notice. Once the belt was gone, he undid Skull’s pants and slipped his hand down to touch his hardening cock directly, but in his usual teasing way. Not slowly like before, but his pace was really inconsistent.

“Joker- man...” He leaned back against the wall again, this time now staring at the roof above them. “Can’t you... do something else?”

“I could.” Joker shrugged rather casually. “But I don’t think I want to.”

Ryuji groaned. “You want me to beg.” He said, as if it were a fact.

Joker chuckled and ran his hand through Ryuji’s hair again. “Good boy.” His tone was so condescending, but Ryuji still gave in. “Glad to see you pick up on things well.”

Ryuji whined when Joker took his hand back, and even felt his legs starting to shake. “...Please.”

Joker tilted his head. “Please what?” He placed a hand on Ryuji’s chin and lifted his head. “Use your words.”

How in the world was this even Ren? “Please... G-Give me oral?”

Joker scoffed and pulled his hand away from Ryuji’s cock entirely. “Surely you can beg better than that?”

“I-” Ryuji sighed and closed his eyes. “P-Please... Give me oral?”

“Mmmm... I don’t think I want to.” Joker simply started adjusting his gloves and even flaunted his hips because of course he did. “Not after that terrible performance.”

“P-Please!” A bit of a whimper showed itself in Ryuji’s tone that time. “Please, please, please give me oral? It’s all I want and I need it from you! Pl-”

Joker cut him off with a chuckle and placed a finger over his mouth. “Say my name, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Ryuji shuddered when he heard the low tone that Joker spoke in, but still found himself nodding along anyway. He was still hard, and with Joker right there, he didn’t want to just relieve that himself. So he waited until Joker removed his finger, and quietly said, “...Joker.”

“Mmmm.” Joker leaned forward with another kiss to Ryuji’s cheek, and even gave him a kiss. It didn’t last as long as Ryuji would have liked, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Joker smiled at him, and then patted his head. “Good boy.” 

A whimper came out of Ryuji that time, all too fast for him to stop it. He just looked away when Joker laughed and instead chose to stare at the waiting room. He tilted his head against the wall and hummed, and then glanced back at Joker. 

“When is everyone else coming, by the way?”

“Oh, like twenty minutes tops.” Joker waved his hand dismissively and settled into his place onto his knees. Ryuji hated how much he enjoyed that visual. “We’ve got time.” He reached to pull down Ryuji’s pants as if it were nothing, but then again it probably was. Yeah, no big deal, giving someone oral... “Do you want the gloves on or off?”

“On.” Ryuji decided rather quickly. “I... like how it... feels...?”

Joker laughed at his hesitance, but just nodded anyway. “Okay, Skull.” Ryuji was just a tad annoyed about how Joker wasn’t using his actual name because it would’ve been so much hotter, but whatever. Codenames in the Metaverse were essential, and he was sure that even begging wouldn’t convince Joker to call him by his actual name. “You want me to go now?”

He nodded. “Please.”

Joker started off by simply running his hands up and down Ryuji’s cock with those damn silky soft gloves of his, and then proceeded to run his tongue across the tip when he heard the way Ryuji groaned. Because of course he did. Damn fucker. 

The touch from the gloves and Joker’s endless teasing was enough to make Ryuji all the way hard (really no surprise there), which meant it was time for even more teasing. Joker slowly placed his lips around the tip and even more slowly started tracing it with his tongue. As good as it felt, Ryuji would’ve much preferred a bit of a faster pace. He tried to motion that to Joker, but all it did was make him pull back.

“Now, now, Skull.” Joker was wearing a pout on his face. “You don’t want me to choke, do you?”

No, he didn’t, but they both knew that Joker could take it. Ren had done it plenty of times before, and though there were very obvious differences between Joker and Ren, Ryuji was almost certain the amount of dick they could take wasn’t one of them. Joker was just being mean.

Joker appeared to take his silence as a response, because he was suddenly pulled back into reality when he felt warmth slip around his dick, and he looked down to find Joker slowly sinking himself down. Now, Ryuji knew how far Ren could go before he started choking, which was only about halfway, and then he usually used his hands on whatever else he couldn’t reach. But he was starting to wonder if that wasn’t actually true (or Ren and Joker really were different people), because Joker was going way further down than that.

“J-J-Joker...” It was getting really hard to keep his voice steady. “H-How ar-en’t you ch-oo-oking?”

Joker blinked at him with those damn eyelashes of his, and his head gained a slight incline. Right, he couldn’t reply... and even if Ryuji remembered, he was sure if he asked later, it’d just be brushed off. So that would remain a mystery for now, and Ryuji would spend the rest of time wracking his brain over it.

He shook his head to tell him to just forget about it, and then watched closely as Joker continued down his cock. His throat was stretched obscenely wide, and his jaw even looked slack. That wasn’t something that was acquired immediately, no, that was something you had to train. And Ren, even after so many attempts, could never go more than halfway down, so how did Joker know how?

Ryuji let out a whine and threw his head back when Joker’s tongue started swirling around, and it only got worse when he started moving. His hand went down to fist at Joker’s hair, not to hold him in place, but so he could have something to hold onto besides the wall. Joker didn’t give any reaction besides glancing up again, and he didn’t even really seem bothered by it. He seemed to smile, even, but Ryuji honestly couldn’t be too sure about that. The fact that Joker had a dick in his mouth was a major contender, but also the fact that Joker had his dick in his mouth was doing way too many things to him.

The way Joker started humming sent Ryuji to somewhere far off, and he started seeing stars. Ren had never done that intentionally, and the way he did it seemed so different. Maybe Ryuji was just imagining it, but the confidence that Joker had just seemed to accentuate everything he did and make it seem so much better than when Ren did it. Not to say that he didn’t love when Ren did things too, but-

...Thinking was actually pretty hard right then, so maybe he should just stop doing that for the moment. Getting your dick sucked didn’t take much thought, anyway.

All he needed to do was remember to breathe and try to not topple over from how much his legs were shaking. Simple, right?

Well, in theory, yeah it was. In practice? Hell no, especially when Joker insisted on teasing him so openly. 

It was like Joker knew all the ins and outs of Ryuji and the things that got him going, because he suddenly started moaning around his dick and that was so strong of a vibration that Ryuji yelped. Joker laughed- well, as much as he could laugh when he had Ryuji’s cock shoved down his throat- and then started slowly dragging his tongue around. Across certain veins that made Ryuji see white and pressed his thumb against the slit on the head to make a shiver run down his whole body. Oh, he hated how well Joker knew his body as if it were his own.

“You think very loudly.” Joker commented when he pulled back for air. No raspy voice like Ren usually had either, wha- did this dude have no gag reflex or something!? “Stop it.” His deadpan expression cut right through the rest of Ryuji’s thoughts like he had some kind of mind control (did he...?), and it was followed by him reaching for Ryuji’s hand. “Just relax. Let me take care of you, okay?”

The amusement in his eyes was gone, and replaced by a kind look. Ryuji felt Joker grip his hand almost reassuringly, as if he could sense his worries (which he probably could), and then he squeezed the silky hand within his grip.

“...Yeah.” Ryuji nodded and smiled at his boyfriend. “I got it.”

Joker slowly took his hand back, and had the audacity to wink at Skull. Seriously, could he get even more unlike Ren!?

He started to draw Ryuji’s cock back into his mouth, less teasingly and more trying to draw pleasure out of him. His mouth was so warm, it made Ryuji forget just how much he loved receiving oral. Whether it be from Ren or Joker, he loved it. It always seemed to warm him from the inside out, even on the coldest days. Warming up his insides from his dick to his groin and legs, and then slowly spreading up his body until even his mind was warm. So warm that it was overwhelming and made him want to rip all his clothes off even if he was naked just so he could cool off.

The ever growing heat in his groin was starting to become overwhelming, especially with all the layers he was wearing in Skull’s outfit. He tugged at the cloth of his ascot and thought about taking it off for all of like five seconds before he decided against it.

“How long do we have, by the way?”

Joker stopped his motions, which made Ryuji really regret asking because it had felt so good. Joker seemed to count on his fingers on each hand, then retry it, and then eventually held up ten fingers to Ryuji. He followed it with a five, so he had to assume he meant fifteen. But then, he also made a tipping motion with his hand, as if to say that they had roughly fifteen minutes, and Ryuji honestly wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

“Gotcha.” He just nodded again, because what else could he do? He brought his hand back to Joker’s head, and started to drag him further down again. He had confidence that he wouldn’t hurt him as he did, but just in case, he did go slow. Joker even moaned when Ryuji tugged a bit too hard, which was... an interesting discovery.

...Was that why Ren didn’t complain when he’d marked him up a while ago?

Well, that didn’t really matter, he supposed. What did matter was that he now knew something else about Joker, and therefore Ren, and he would definitely be using it whenever he could. He’d have to ask Ren about the specifics itself, but he would definitely be using it at some point.

Joker’s hands reached up and patted that of Ryuji’s, which just reminded him that he hadn’t really let go yet. While he did enjoy the visual of Joker being held all the way against his pelvis and completely at his mercy, he did let go so he could start moving. Instead of that though, Joker just pulled back and placed a hand on his chin.

“Could you, um...” He waved his hand around the air as if he were thinking. “Do that again?”

Ryuji blinked. “Do... what again?”

“That thing you just did?” Joker tilted his head to one side. “Where you... pulled me down and held me there? Just like...” He swiped his tongue across his lips, and the way he sat made him look a bit more like Ren than Joker. “Use me.”

Ryuji felt his expression fall. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt ya’, though...”

“You won’t.” Joker replied, now suddenly seeming more like himself. “If I’m not choking while you’re all the way in my mouth, then I won’t choke if you use me in the same way.”

“...You sure?”

His leader nodded. “I’m sure.” He leaned forward and grabbed onto Ryuji’s dick with those silky soft gloves of his, and gave Ryuji a little pump to make him whine. Then, probably just for flair, went and licked a wet stripe against the underside, and followed it by batting his eyelashes. “Pretty please, Skull~?”

Ryuji returned a shaking hand to Joker’s hair and started moving his hand through the locks. “I could...”

Joker leaned into the touch and hummed. “If you hurt me, I’ll let you know. But you won’t, I promise.” He bit his lip briefly. “I mean, you might give me a headache, but I don’t really care about that.”

“‘Kay...” Ryuji started dragging Joker back closer to him. “And you’re... sure about this?”

“Yes.” Joker was starting to even look excited. “Just use me however you’d like, okay?”

“Gotcha...”

Ryuji (albeit slowly) returned Joker back to his previous position, with his nose pressed against his pelvis. The warmth was a bit weird to adjust to again, but he settled in all the same and sighed. It felt so weird, but also familiar to have Joker under his control. It could be argued that he already had that in the real world with Ren whenever he was on top of him, but Joker? Joker always insisted on being dominant. He was so confident in everything he did, and with the way he never stopped teasing, it made sense for him to be the dominant one... But Ryuji being in control of his leader for once?

Regardless, he did start dragging Joker back and forth once he was given the right away, though he went slowly and progressed his speed gradually. The faster he went, the harder he pulled on Joker’s hair, which meant more moaning from Joker, and that just made Ryuji struggle to keep himself quiet. So, he went back and forth between slow and fast so he didn’t overexert Joker, and so he could catch his breath. Joker was still doing a bit of his own thing of course, so the occasional shiver going up and down Ryuji’s spine because Joker kept humming and dragging his tongue everywhere he could reach was inevitable.

On the bright side, Joker was looking happy. His hands were braced on Ryuji’s hips, which made for a beautiful visual while Ryuji dragged him back and forth, and his eyes were even rolling back in his head. Just that alone was threatening to drive Ryuji crazy, so it was no real surprise that he was starting to get closer and closer to coming.

Joker swallowed around his dick rather suddenly, which had Ryuji seeing literal stars. He’d just paused briefly to catch his breath when Joker had taken over for a moment, and he’d even stared directly at Ryuji while he did it. It did give Ryuji an idea though, so it wasn’t that mind-numbing. 

He stepped forward enough to pull himself off the wall and went back to gripping Joker’s hair- though instead of making him move, Ryuji moved instead and started properly fucking his throat. Though he looked surprised, Joker didn’t complain (not that he really could), and he even seemed to relax. He sat back on his legs and just sat there while Ryuji moved, as if he were happy about being used like that.

When Ryuji came, he came down Joker’s throat and without much warning (though that was on purpose), which didn’t really seem to work, since some of it came spilling out of Joker’s mouth and down his chin anyway. It just got worse when he pulled out, but even then, Joker didn’t seem to care. He had a far-off look in his eyes for a moment that lasted while Ryuji brought his pants back up and started buckling his belt back together. 

“Mmmm...” Joker’s lips were painted white until he licked it off, and then rather skillfully licked the rest of the cum off his face. “That was nice.”

“It... was.” Ryuji replied a bit more reluctantly as he leaned against the wall again. “...Say, where’d you learn to do all that, anyway?”

Joker shrugged. “Around.”

“‘Kay... Then why do you practically have no gag reflex here, but can’t go more than halfway in the real world?”

Joker had the audacity to laugh that time, and then put a finger up to his lips and winked. “My secret.”