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cw: lemon, suggestive language, use of the nickname mama and princess.
oh, absolutely.
rindou has trouble letting his walls down around other people, even you. he feels like he has to keep up the whole intimidating bad boy exterior, even when it's just the two of you alone like this.
you know his weak spot, though.
he had you pinned into his bed, arms thrown around his shoulders -- hands tangled in his soft, blond hair while he kissed you like his life depended on it. His lips were gentle, soft, reassuring. The way he slipped his tongue into your mouth with a quiet groan, however, was the opposite.
you shuddered, freeing one of your hands from his hair while the other tugged at the strands in your grasp. you pulled away from the kiss to look at him -- your beautiful boy, your roman statue, your eros.
your eyes trailed down his muscular arms, down his toned, scarred chest. they followed the intricate swirls and spikes of ink that covered half of his body, his being. you hummed quietly, letting your fingers ghost over the tattoo, over his abs.
"you're so pretty," you remarked breathlessly. "you know that?"
rindou peered down at you with wide eyes. you could practically see the gears turning in his head, the rolodex of witty retorts in his mind failing for a brief moment as he struggled to reply. finally, he averted his gaze.
and he was fucking blushing.
you traced your thumb over the spiral that dipped down into his sweats -- where your hand bumped the conspicuous tent in his black sweatpants. you followed the pattern up, over the six bumps that defined his abdomen, the ink that licked up the side of his v-line.
rindou shuddered, pink lips parting to release a trembling breath.
he was normally so quiet in bed. but you? you made him fold. you knew all of his weak points.
"you okay, papa?" you asked teasingly, following the slope of his tattoo up to his chest. "you want me?"
"fuck, baby," he breathed through a grin. "don't call me that."
"or what?" you raised a brow. you dropped your hand to the prominent bulge in his pants, cupping it softly.
rindou whimpered quietly. the action seemed to catch even him off guard.
"all this..." you trailed off, drawing mindless shapes over his bulge. "for me, right? all mine?"
rindou didn't answer. he bit his lip instead, doing his best not to whine like some sort of dog. shit, you knew how to work him over.
"say it," you reiterated, squeezing him through the fabric off his sweats.
