Mine Forever. (OC × Ren Hana)

Seeing Him

"Shit.." He muttered, it was particularly chilly today and he forgot a jacket, how stupid of him. He shivered a little as he rubbed his arms, "You should've brought your jacket, idiot."

After enough walking he made his way inside The Braying Mule and spots a familiar head of ginger hair standing next to two people he didn't recognize. One was a tall thin man with long blonde hair and the other was a short fat chick with split dyed hair, one side green the other side black. The woman was pretty cute but he had his sights set on Ren. He stared at the back of his head, focused on that petite man. He strode over to Ren and the others and smiled down at him, "Hello! Who are all your friends?"
The blonde shifted his stance, uneasy of the newest stranger joining him and Ren's get together. The woman on the other hand looks likes she has been struck by cupid, she seems utterly melted by Wilbur who seems to be scooting himself closer and closer to Ren, like uncomfortably close, Ren pointed to the woman, "Wilbur this is Brooklyn, she moved here from New York" then his hand pointed at the blondie before them, "And this is Lawrence, my internet friend."

Wilbur looked over at Lawrence and smiled flirtatiously, "what a pretty name you have"
Disgust ignited across the taller man's face as he shifted uncomfortably, "I- I should be going now-"
The uneasiness in his voice present as he turned to leave the bar. Ren frowned, displeased his online friend left so soon.
"At least you two wont leave me!" Ren exclaim, regaining his happy self, giving off a toothy grin.

"Uhm, actually I have my dentist appointment to get to, gotta get these braces off, y'know?" Brooklyn waved her goodbyes and passed a note containing her phone number on it to the pink haired male before leaving. Ren grumbled at the sudden leaving of his friends.

"At least you still have me." The other male piped up, his blue eyes scanning Ren's fierce yellow ones. Ren sighed and rolled his eyes, "I guess it's just us."
The chubby pink haired male put his arm around Ren, pulling him in close, standing taller than him but not by much, "We should get out of here, Ren"
"I was planning on a night with the boys but it seems they've left" he rolled his eyes and scoffed, "What choice do I really have, I'm here to have fun."
He laughed a little before looking up at him, "So where should we go?"

Wilbur smiled down at Ren, "I was thinking we could go back to my place and drink a little, it'll cost us less than here"
"Sure, I guess we could go to your place, so long as you don't kidnap me" Ren joked, not knowing the true intents of the man before him. Who's eyes are studying every detail of this little man, taking in his scent, it's the shampoo he bought him a while back. He loved this little dude. He couldn't help but want him so badly. He wanted to bend down and kiss him right then and there. He wanted to take Ren over, he wanted to control him, but instead he just watched him, smiling.

Wilbur and Ren soon left The Braying Mule to go drink at Wilbur's place instead. Once they got to Wilbur's apartment, the pink haired male unlocked the door and let them both in then relocked it behind him.

"I like your apartment, it looks nice" Ren complimented the small apartment full of stolen things.
"Thank you, I got most of my stuff on sale!" The pink haired male spoke up as he stared at Ren playing with a little trinket he found, "I have lots of cool stuff if you like that sort of thing" "Oh? You have 'cool stuff' eh?" Ren got closer to the man, "How about you show me all your cool stuff"
Wilbur felt a surge of heat course through him as the ginger male poked his chest teasingly. The beast inside his head growling, circling, wanting to pounce. Ren was in its sights, he just didn't know it yet. He doesn't know that he's prey to the beast, the man in front of him.
"Okay!- follow me." The bigger male smiled excitedly and let out a chuckle, "I'll show you what I've got."
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Wilbur was going to show this twink everything, first the whiskey freezer. His blue eyes studied the younger male intently as he grabbed his hand, watching for his reaction, it was cute. He was a little startled at the sudden grip, Wilbur could tell by the way Ren jolted and the way his breathing picked up. He dragged the poor man off to the kitchen area and showed off his cooler of whiskey, "Would you care for a shot or two, see how the night goes?"
Ren looked up at him and smiled, nodding, composing himself from the mini panic attack he just had, "Alright, pour me a shot"
And so he poured him a shot then one for himself, his eyes still on Ren. Seeing how nervous he was with the small glass in hand, "Are you one of those fruity drink drinkers?"
Ren wrinkled up his nose and took the shot, the amber liquid burning all the way down to his stomach, "No, in fact I can drink better than you."

"I'm Irish, do you really want to test me?" The pink haired man couldn't help but laugh at the smaller male, getting closer to him. Practically looming over him, "Would you like to have another shot?"
Ren nodded and held out his glass, wanting to prove he's the more seasoned drinker even though he's not, he is one of those fruity drink drinkers. Wilbur gladly gave him another shot, smiling down at him before drinking his own shot and then another one.

The beast in his head wanted satisfaction, it wanted Ren. He wanted Ren, he wanted to bounce that orange haired little man on his cock. He wanted to see tears in his eyes as he made him his. He wanted to utterly destroy him. Make him bleed. He just wanted him so bad and all he had to do was strike.

Ren held his glass up and tapped Wilbur, "Pour me another one, then let's go couch-"
"Don't you mean go to the couch?" The older male chuckled, pouring him another shot and watching him get better at drinking them so he poured him another. Ren smiled up at Wilbur and took the shot, "I'm proving you wrong!~"

The pink haired male smiled mischievously as he lead the little dude to the couch and plopped himself down, setting the whiskey on the coffee table in front of the blue couch. Wilbur pat his lap for Ren to sit down, Ren denied and sat on the couch, not his lap. He was starting to get tired so he leaned his head back, Wilbur took note of this and offered him another shot getting a soft shake of Ren's head. Maybe he could get Ren to pass out and he could strike then, just maybe. He thought about him, the way his lips were parted, his soft breaths as he relaxed into the couch. He needed to have him.

Ren rolled his head over to look at Wilbur lazily, his yellow eyes not focused, his pupils dilated to a major degree. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, only soft sounds that vaguely resembled words, "Ihh.. n-neehd toh.. gehht hhhome.."

"I know you do but you can stay here, I'll let you sleep in my bed~" He really needed to sell the idea of Ren staying, "It's really comfortable~"

"hhhh.. ifhh you sahhy so..." He couldn't keep his ears and tail hidden forever so as soon as he fell asleep on that couch they poofed out, revealing themselves to the older man. He was amazed, and even more infatuated with the little dude if that was even possible. He sighed and picked him up, he was light.
He carried him to his bed and set him down, getting in bed with him.

He really wanted to touch him. He couldn't stop himself from it, his hand moved along the smaller male's hip, gently gripping it before letting go.

"I'll save you for tomorrow, love." He didn't want to but he had to.