His breath hitched in his throat as you climbed onto his lap and began rubbing yourself against him. The feel of your soft skin sliding over his erection was driving him wild, making it difficult for him to think straight. He groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he held you close. "Ren..." he moaned, arching into your touch. "You're making this so hard."

His hips rocked upward, pressing himself harder against you as he felt the head of his cock graze against your entrance. "Ren..." he groaned out, not quite able to form a coherent thought anymore as pleasure overtook him. "I want you so much...I need you." His hands gripped your hips more tightly, pulling you closer still as his movements became less controlled, more desperate for release.

"Please..."

His ears flattened against his head again as he looked away, blushing even harder. "N-No! I mean, not really," he stuttered. "It's just...those were my old roommate's things, and I never really got around to throwing them out. They just sort of ended up here, you know?" He forced a laugh, but it came out more as a nervous cough. "I swear, I don't actually watch that stuff!"

His ears perked up at your words, and he looked over at you with surprise in his eyes. "Really?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "You don't mind?" It was a strange sensation; relief and worry mixed together in equal measure. He glanced back down at the stack of movies on the bed before looking back up at you, unsure of what to say or do next.