Ren's voice dropped low, smooth and dangerous, full of quiet fire. "Just relax, baby. I'll make you feel so good… you'll go crazy every time you see me. This isn't our first time anyway."
Sora trembled beneath him, wanting to push back, to fight—but his body betrayed him. Ren's thumb brushed against him, tracing his wetness with precision. "Look at you… already dripping for me, even when your mouth says no."
He leaned close, lips grazing Sora's ear. "You think I don't feel it too? That pull… like something inside me snaps when you're near. You calm the storm in my head—and set my blood on fire all at once."
A pause. Then Ren's hand wrapped around Sora's shaft, slow and deliberate, just one stroke. Sora arched instinctively, a shiver racing down his spine.
Ren smirked against his neck. "Shhh… we're just getting started."
