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When Ryomen had first landed his gaze upon a lacy lingerie clad Yuuji that had been paraded before his sight accompanied by a long line of other omegas as offerings for the enjoyment of the higher ups of the syndicate, he had been of the belief that it was to be a pleasure laced night with the charms and the seductions of the omega.
However, in a reversal of roles, Ryomen indeed did not play the role of the seduced but rather the seducer as they omega had peered to him with long lashed and endlessly beautiful amber hued eyes, a tinge of darling pink painting his cheeks with the exposure of his skin from the lingerie.
Though he had taken great enjoyment in the seducing of the innocuous omega, his body sweeter than any sin there could be, and his slender curves writhing beneath the muscular strength of Ryomen’s body, the air tinged with the cries of an innocent happening upon the discovery of the pleasures in life.
“Gorgeous little kitten.”
His words had been akin to the purring of a cat as their bodies were entangled with one another, slickened with the hours of lovemaking of the night, as Yuuji has laid his blossom pretty head atop of him – all entirely too trusting and yet with an adorableness that had stirred the depths of Ryomen’s heart.
“You really think that, Sukuna-sama?”
Murmurs of a question from the youth’s positioning upon his chest as he had peered at Ryomen with a gaze that spoke of longing and near disbelief that Sukuna Ryomen himself would have truly taken pleasure in the body of complete and utter inexperience that had been served to him as if upon a silver platter.
“My enemies know me to be a cruel bastard indeed.”
The amusement was a rumbling in the depths of his chest, a certain kind of fascination possessing him towards the innocence of the omega – how he spoke with such ease of tone and did not fear being in the possession of perhaps the most feared man within the criminal underworld.
“But. . .” A fingertip pressed beneath the delicacy of Yuuji’s softly curved chin and the omega merely pressed himself into the warmth of the touch, hums pressed against his lips in expression of his contentment.
“I do not lie to lovers. Especially when they give me nights as memorable as you have.
“Hmm. I’m glad that I could please you.
A return of Yuuji’s own purring words had been given and all the slender gracefulness of his limbs laid over the taut strength of the muscular built massive body of Ryomen as if he had draped himself over him in a blanket of lacy lingerie and delicious curves.
Ryomen had known from even those moments that Yuuji had already entangled himself so far within the depths of his soul that he could never dare lose possession of this omega.
And yet to this day , six years in passing since the day Ryomen had made way with Yuuji’s virginity, his lover remains a bearer of innocence amidst the blood and violence that are natural to the warring factions that form the very core of the criminal underworld.
“But Ryomen!”
The whining of Yuuji has become a tone that is most familiar to him, pouring dramatization into his brief, little cries as if he would earn even the smallest of sympathetic understandings from the well feared leader of the Noroi Syndicate.
As if he had not just situated himself upon Ryomen’s lap, the familiarity of those beloved, pretty legs coiling about his waist.
There is not a shade of shame to be sought from the omega especially when his barely lace clad slickened pussy has taken to caressing a particular section of his lap , hardness rising to greet the soft temptations.
“Kugisaki and Fushiguro have come over so many times with your permission.”
Another pleading parting those pretty lips before there is an emphasis on the touching of his plush chest against the steel natured chest belonging to Ryomen, and caring for not a moment that his breasts are crushed at the weight.
“Indeed, Yuuji.”
It is no feat of ease in maintaining this monotonous tone and the resistance against these particular charms that the omega has come upon the decision to utilize against him.
Most difficult is the avoidance of Yuuji’s plea darkened eyes, especially with the constant of the bouncing of his body upwards and downwards with caresses following each caress by the teasing little sheath of his.
“So tell me.” Yuuji demands in a voice that would have promised death to all but for the omega that belongs to the alpha, batting pale blush colored lashes against his cheeks. “Why can’t I go visit them for once?”
“Their ideas of security are pathetic.” A tone that is laced with a kind of firm bite that is an intention to shut down any such argument that Yuuji may provide. “Certainly not adequate enough for your protection.”
“Psht.”
A laugh that has Yuuji’s head parting backwards and a partial slip of his body away from his chest, a sound that is so enriched with the purity of joy that Ryomen finds himself pondering if it is the sound of heavens above.
“Who would care to harm me?” Though there is no betrayal of one emotion upon his features, with discretion does Ryomen settle into the cheeky warmth that is an emergence from the arms about this throat in his embrace. “I’ve nothing to my name except for some pretty lingerie or manga.”
In Yuuji’s self occupation with his seeming importance or unimportance amidst the world, his eyes do not trace over the way that Ryomen draws his hand upwards to clasp his fingers upon the so gracefully sculpted jaw.
His hands have become gentled in the way that Yuuji’s features have been clasped by his fingers – his thumb silken soft against the plush, beloved lips and other fingers serving as a cradle against his jaw.
His pretty, pretty fool.
“Not every person bears positive intentions, Yuuji.” The shift of seriousness in the conversation makes a return to a state of tranquility though now Ryomen is loath to be parted from the lover in occupation of his lap. “You yourself sit on the lap of a murderer.”
“And yet. . .” A pressing of the omega’s lush softness of his body’s against Ryomen’s in expression of his affection, and adorning his cheeks with feather light kisses. “I want to be here with you, because of you .”
Though Ryomen would see himself tortured and executed before even a touch of harm is in approach of his most beloved omega – the naivete within his heart for even those who are amongst the closest of his companions is a shade that serves as protection against the cruelty that underlies this society.
“Ever foolish you are, my kitten.” Ryomen muses, his words just beneath a whisper and in the moment before Yuuji has the ability to protest, he’s placed his lips against the omega’s that keeps him bound to silence.
In spite of the formation of the pout upon his pretty features there is a certain eagerness in Yuuji in returning the affection, his arms tightening about Ryomen’s neck to bring him closer to his face and the warming embrace of his arms.
There is a contrast between the soothing passion of the elder and the energetic, warmth filled, and eagerness in pleasing kisses of the youthful omega.
Nevertheless Yuuji tastes of sweetness that is so delicious that there is always difficulty in finding the will in ending their kisses for the need of breath.
“You can’t call me names and just kiss me like that.” An expression of pouting as eclipsed Yuuji’s features, the sparkle of his amber hued gaze laced with both his adoration for the elder and the dislike for being named a fool by him.
“Ah. I apologize.”
A battle calloused hand has taken to caressing the sweetly curved cheek that is a perfect fit within his grasp and though there is the growth of annoyance in his eyes, Yuuji does not deny the caresses and as always rather melts into the affections lavished on his face.
“That was sarcastic, Ryomen, and you know it.”
Despite the continuance of his pouting and annoyance touched words, Yuuji displays eagerness in the way his head nuzzles into the gentled, adoring fingers of Ryomen that have trailed along the silken flawlessness of his skin.
“Perhaps that was cruel of me.”
The admittance is slow to come to Ryomen’s lips though in truth he still holds the belief that his lover continues to possess an innocence that is quite the rarity for those in this world tainted with violence and death always a constant looming door in the distance.
“But. . .” Another kiss of his adoring expression is touched upon Yuuji’s forehead and lingering there for more than a mere moment in his own communication of his feelings for the omega upon his lap.
“You are hopelessly naive, little kitten. Adorably, hopelessly naive.”