Mine Forever. (OC × Ren Hana)

Getting Ready.

The pink haired male groaned and got up, sitting at the edge of his bed. He wondered how he would go about speaking to Ren, let alone get to kiss him. He was thinking about how close he could get before others told him to back off and leave the poor twink alone, he chuckled at the thought of him alone with Ren, just the two of them. Alone. The thought of having him all to himself, the look on his face was almost wicked. His smile wide, unforgiving, cold.

"Oh how I hope he's alone."

Saliva dripped from his mouth as he continued thinking about that short ginger man, he thoughts becoming more and more erotic. He wanted to pin that twink down and kiss him, he wanted to bite all over him, marking him. He wanted to let others know that Ren was his. And his alone. He wanted that man all to himself.
His breath grew ragged and a pink hue rushed to his cheeks, the beast in his head growing in size as he thought about him.

Up out of bed he went to go shower, maybe it would help rinse his thoughts away. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, locking it. He then stripped down and reached over the tub to turn the shower on. His face still hot as he stepped in, the hot water hitting his body, covering him in a pleasurable sensation. He couldn't help but shutter at his own caress, he felt himself up in the shower, groaning softly.
He felt his penis stiffen up as hands wrapped around and stroked him, they were his own hands. He left one hand down there as his right one came up to cover his mouth as little gasps tried to escape him, he was thinking about that fox still. He closed his eyes as he thought about Ren doing this to him or the other way around, he didn't care, he just wanted him. He played around with his tip, rubbing his thumb against it, grunting as he thrusted into his hand. His penis was throbbing now, he thought about what he would do if he got his hands on Ren. He was edging himself to a climax, he bit on his finger as his stroking picked up pace. He thought about making love to that man, hot and heavy love. Hot and heavy just like the pink haired male's breaths as he jerked off on pervasive thoughts. He groaned out as he released into his own hand, letting the water soon rinse his hot sticky juices down the drain, if only they could be inside Ren. If only, he thought.
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He let out a pleasured sigh as he stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around him lazily. It feels like it could fall off at any wrong movement, he didn't mind it, in fact it made him think of how things would go if it did fall off in front of Ren. But he knew he couldn't wear a towel that long without being arrested for public indecency. He smiled softly and closed his eyes, leaning his toweled body against the wall, he basically dreamed of Ren, his eyelids felt weak, he felt weak. The beast inside his head growling, circling. Getting bigger.

"Oh how I want you, Ren. I can't stand this loneliness between us, I just want you. I want you so badly." He panted out.

He opened his eyes and slowly stood up, walking out of the bathroom after unlocking and opening the door. He didn't understand why he needed him so badly, he just knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he had him. He walked off into his room to get dressed, slipping off his towel he puts on some blue boxers and black button up pants, he then puts on a gray tank top with a blue flannel over it. He tucked his tank top into his pants as he kept his flannel loose.

He grabbed his lighter off of his dresser and sat down on the edge of his bed and reached into his dresser to grab his bong preloaded from the night before, he exhaled and lit his lighter, he placed the lighter up to the bowl and inhaled deeply, taking in that potent smoke, letting it fill his lings as he held it in until he felt it burn him from the inside, he exhaled. Letting the smoke escape from his mouth. He went in for another rip, the same process as before, taking in more smoke, letting it fill his lungs once more, this time he couldn't help but cough it out. It burnt. He put his bong and lighter down so he didn't accidentally break them in his coughing fit.

Once his coughing died down he sniffled and wiped his face from sweat that had built up. His thoughts once again drifting to that ginger as he put on his socks and separate blue coloured shoes, he smiled as he tied his laces. Getting up from his bed he wrapped his arms around himself, hugging himself.

"Oh you're going to get him today! I just know it." He exclaimed happily, "I hope you're right." He reassured himself.
His smile grew wide as he grabbed his apartment keys, his lighter, and his pocket knife. He just wanted to get out there and get his baby boy. He put his glasses on and tied the upper half of his hair back before heading out of his apartment, locking the door behind him. He walked down the flight of stairs to ground level and out of the complex doors.