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This reunion trip for the Phantom Thieves was proving to be much more exhausting than Ren had originally expected.
Their original adventures through the hearts of Tokyo’s gravest sinners hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park either – Ren had left Tokyo at the end of the year much fitter than when he’d first arrived – but this cross-Japan odyssey to hunt down the nation’s various Monarchs had proven to be a whole new level of both physical and mental intensity. There were just so many Shadows in all these Jails – albeit weak and easily defeated, fortunately – that came in enormous waves that required constant attention and addressing, and the distances that the team had to cover were just so much greater now. With entire cities to play with rather than the single buildings that the Palace Rulers had had, the Jails were expansive and open, requiring lengthy exploration. Which required running. Lots and lots of running.
It didn’t help they were going back multiple times in a single day, either. Time was of the essence, an urgent and immediate concern in a way that it hadn’t been during their original run as the Phantom Thieves – as opposed to their previous ruling of only travelling to the Metaverse once a day, this time they would go in, and in, and in, until the Jail was cleared, or something needed real-world travel to solve. It was immensely satisfying, to be sure, exhilarating and supremely enjoyable to be back in action as the Phantom Thieves…but it was also extremely exhausting.
That exhaustion had settled deep into Ren’s bones now, several Jails in. He was sprawled inelegantly under the blanket, the boys of the team haphazardly strewn as ever outside the van while the girls luxuriated within. He was out like a light, his limbs weighing a hundred tons, his head thick and heavy with sleep. It wasn’t just him that was flagging, they were all tired – although his fitter teammates like Ryuji and Makoto were coping with the workload much better than the rest – but Ren always insisted on leading his team from the front. He was always on the front line, always running and fighting where the others got to take breaks, burning energy reserves that he didn’t really have, leaving him almost entirely dead to the world when they finally returned to reality each night. His sleep was heavy and deep, but not particularly restful, leaving him requiring a strong draught of coffee every morning just to get himself up and running properly.
This meant he was surprisingly slow to react when a warm, wet heat suddenly engulfed his penis in the middle of the night.
“Uh, whooosthere?” Ren slurred, blinking abruptly and extremely reluctantly back to consciousness as his body eagerly responded to the sudden stimulation, heat and arousal flooding him and cutting through the soporific blanket of sleep. He looked down in confusion, seeing a huddled form under his blanket where he lay, only a couple of feet away from where Ryuji and Yusuke were sleeping. There was a wet slurp from under the cover, and another wave of pleasure rolled up and through him.
“The fuck…”
Feeling some extremely mixed emotions even under the fog of exhaustion, Ren clumsily tugged up the covers, his eyes widening as he took in the sight that awaited him. Ann Takamaki, clad only in a loose t-shirt and shorts and with her hair undone in enormous waves of blonde, her slim torso folded over as best she could and long legs folded under her, with Ren’s dick buried entirely in her mouth.
“Ann!” Ren hissed, looking around in a panic as his girlfriend continued to suckle on his stiffening cock, more and more blood flooding south in response to the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue sliding and swirling around him in teasing strokes. To Ren’s half-asleep body and mind, it felt incredible…but also terrifying. “Holy shit, Ann…”
“What’s the matter Joker, afraid of a little risk?” Ann quipped in a whisper, giving him a flirty wink as she lifted her head off his cock with a wet pop. Her expression softened, and she gave him a warm smile. “You were amazing out there today, just let me give you a little something back, ‘kay?”
“This is such a bad idea…” Ren mumbled, biting her lip and looking over to where Ryuji was lying close, so close…
He didn’t stop her, though.
“If you keep looking at Ryuji while I’m sucking your dick, I’m going to be quite offended.” Ann joked, her voice still barely tracking above a whisper as her soft, slim hands held Ren’s hips down. “Now, you in?”
Ren nodded, a sleepy hand clumsily stroking at Ann’s loose hair. It was never really in doubt.
With a blinding smile that warmed Ren’s heart as powerfully as it always had, Ann went back to work, sucking away on Ren’s now fully-hard cock, licking up and down the shaft before diving onto the head, wrapping her lips around it and slurping away, engulfing Ren completely in the most incredible sensation of warmth and pleasure. He slumped back to the ground with a low moan, and Ann pinched at his thigh, a warning look in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Sorry.” Ren whispered, slapping a hand across his mouth. “You’re too good.”
Ann rolled her eyes fondly, and, for all her ‘concern’ over his noise-making, only seemed to double her efforts to make it happen again. She was bobbing up and down his cock with a languid calm now, confident in her skills and determined to bring her boyfriend off – up and down she went, over and over, until she was practically deepthroating him on every push. Ren clenched his fists by his sides and jammed his mouth shut, fighting back every last moan or groan that sought to break its way free even as Ann worshipped his cock, licking and slurping and sucking away, refusing to give him a moment of respite to gather himself.
“Fuck…” Ren grunted, the noise coming out as more of a squeak as Ann fondled gently at his balls, her long hair falling in waves around her face as she worked her way up and down. “Ann, fuck…”
Ann shot him another warning look, and Ren forced himself to stay quiet, spreading his legs a little and simply luxuriating in the waves of pleasure she was unleashing on him. Having his dick sucked in absolute silence like this was something entirely unfamiliar that he didn’t really know how to deal with – Ren and Ann were usually a very vocal and enthusiastic couple, all encouragement and reassurance and noise. Even if Ren wasn’t the most vocal or demonstrative in terms of regular speech most of the time, as anyone who had ever actually met him could attest, when he was with Ann there was never any shortage of energy or passion – but here he was pinned and entirely silent, his eyes constantly flicking left and right, fighting his own urges down, determined to keep them both safe.
It’s not like his relationship with Ann was any kind of secret, but he still suspected his male friends wouldn’t take it very well if they realised Ren was getting his dick sucked less than six feet away from them. And that’s not even beginning to get into what would happen if Makoto caught them…
Ann, by contrast, appeared to be entirely in her element and untroubled by such a terrifying prospect. Aside from a hint of reluctance in her eyes implying that she would really rather be cutting loose on his cock, Ann was handling the situation with consummate ease. As she and Ren had discovered together, to their mutual delight, Ann was remarkably good at sucking dick and she exuded every bit of that burgeoning confidence now, throating Ren over and over again in total silence aside from the occasional very slight gag and the wet slurp of the saliva-slick dick rocking back and forth in her mouth. Her pretty eyes sparkling, Ann gave Ren the quietest blowjob either of them had ever seen, unleashing lash after lash of pleasure directly onto her disintegrating boyfriend.
Ren was struggling, and Ann just kept on sucking. He put a hand across his mouth and clenched his entire body into silence, his hips jumping into Ann’s face as she sucked him down, deeper and hungrier and merciless. His girlfriend had clearly sensed weakness and was going in for the kill, shooting him flirty gazes and seductive bedroom eyes even as she remained completely silent, hefting her clearly braless chest against him, letting the soft weight of her breasts press against his thighs and fill his mind with ideas. She was flaunting and brazen in her approach, sucking off her boyfriend in the dead of night so close to his sleeping friends and demonstrating not a bit of shame about any of it, determined to pull Ren in as deep as she could and give him the most pleasurable experience she could muster. Ren was helpless and writhing beneath her, his lean form contorting and clenching as she sucked him down over and over, his cock plunging into the back of her throat again and again, her tongue slithering and sliding around him, her lips letting out a barely audible smack as she kissed the base.
Weakened by exhaustion and still half-asleep, Ren didn’t take long to fall apart. With the tiniest of moans he crashed over the edge, ropes of cum spurting up into Ann’s throat and mouth. With a hum of contentment, Ann eagerly sucked down the lot, continuing to suck gently and drawing load after load from him, her soft hands rubbing tenderly at his slackening shaft. Ren’s eyes jammed shut and he frantically yanked the pillow from behind his head and put it over his face, crying out softly into the stifling material and jerking under Ann’s touch, heaving and thrashing in exhausted pleasure. He just kept on cumming, and Ann kept on sucking, Ren feeling like his balls were being drained dry as he gave her everything he had, her attentions so insistent and all-consuming it was like his very soul was being ripped from him.
He was asleep again long before she finally let him go.
“Heehee.”
Ann giggled quietly to herself as she finally pulled back, quickly slipping Ren’s cock away and wiping her face. She slid out from under the blanket and straightened it out, before getting to her feet and looking down at her sleeping boyfriend, adoration in her eyes. She stepped around and knelt down next to him, lifting his head and putting the pillow back in its proper place, his sleep already looking far deeper and more relaxed than it had been when she’d first stepped out.
Ann preened herself slightly. ‘Good girlfriend’ points secured.
“Ann! What are you doing?!”
The quiet hiss from the van behind her had Ann turning in place, eyebrows raised in surprise. Sure enough, inevitably, Makoto Niijima was there in the open doorway, clad in her own sleepwear, her arms folded and expression distinctly unamused.
“I missed him.” Ann mouthed back, deliberately slipping into the soppiest lovestruck expression imaginable just to annoy her friend. She knew full well that Makoto had no idea about what she’d just done – the lack of fierce blushing and stuttering rage about propriety proved that – this was just her friend being pedantic about sleep patterns. Again.
Makoto’s lips thinned, Ann’s gushing and somewhat evasive answer not playing particularly well with the straightforward girl. “Bed, now! We threatened the boys not to come in while we were sleeping, we can hardly go and…”
Ann rolled her eyes. “Yes, mother.”
Makoto huffed and disappeared, and Ann waved her off with a fond smile; she really did like Makoto, but the poor girl made it far too easy to tease her. Looking back to her boyfriend, Ann knelt and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before getting up and skipping back inside the van.
“I love you, Ren. Sweet dreams.”