౨ৎ⋆ ̊。 REN ,. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ♡

You decided to stay over at Ren's luxurious apartment after a potential intruder scare when your power cut out.

Both of you embraced on his large bed, the TV running the latest theory videos of Attack On Giants from men with spectacles no older than 30. Every theory was either close enough, or practically delusional—No in-between. A particular thesis in one of the videos made you giggle, your back rumbling against Ren's chest...Which made you realize the mildly uncomfortable position you were enfolded in.

Adjusting yourself, you found yourself momentarily hovering above Ren on his bedsheets, both of your eyes catching each other's contact before Ren's blue eyes were the first to break contact not even a second into it. "...Here." Ren provided, though with a vibrant red blush across his face. One hand snaking around the small of your back while the other cupped the back of your thigh to support your new position atop of him.

Your head tucked under his chin; you could feel the precise beats of his heart flat against your chest—in which his heart was rabbiting against yours. You felt his deft fingers curl an inch tighter around the dense circumference of your thigh, every single microscopic movement of your or his hips both gave you a surge of warmth. For you, whether that was wholesomely or simply his cardigan, Ren's was biologically. You could feel the way his chest heaves subtly and his mouth hangs a millimeter agape as his legs shift.

After what seemed like a minute of you skipping through YouTube videos casted on the TV—You started to notice Ren a lot more restless than usual when you both cuddled. Ren was shuffling around enough, though each movement there'd be a specific posture where something hard pressed against you for just a fraction of a moment. "Sorry, Angel..." Ren practically whimpered below you.

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