[He knows. That’s why Sousuke keeps his hand on Rin’s head. That and other reasons. The urge to break apart and run, retreat to frustrated, confused loneliness, isn’t just burning in Rin’s eyes and chest; it’s coursing through Sousuke’s veins and shooting up his spine. But… since when have either of them truly run away? Maybe it’s just started tonight, but how many times has he found himself wondering about this very thing? Flirting with the idea of what could become more between Rin and him. He may be Rin’s shinki, his best friend the God of Love, but in reality, they’re both just two, teenage boys that and exploring a new life and growing closer. He’s still gets frustrated, tends to be aloof, sometimes quietly exasperated by Rin’s emotional responses to what he might think is romantic… and finds himself pinking at the idea itself despite his normal stoic expression. Because it’s not at all what either of them had thought.
He feels his blood rushing in his veins, the wild hammering of his heart’s surely audible in the quiet room, and the heat on his face is unmistakable. It’s not normal, it’s strange and maybe half-instinct, and… yes. Sousuke’s scared right now. He’s as scared of this as he had been of the water. If Rin rejects him, if he finds himself unwilling to continue, wondering if he’s shoving them into the unknown all over again… if he’s being selfish. But, he isn’t going to let the fear stop him. He’s made his decision and he’s not running away.
A tremor ripples through his skin. It steals his breath and his throat’s long muscles clench under his skin as Rin swallows above him. Hard enough it reaches Sousuke’s ears. He doesn’t release his grip, holding onto Rin to keep him there as much as he’s anchoring himself to the bed also. Even if Rin rips the sheets and pulls away, he’s not going to let him go. Not yet. Rin’s afraid; he knows that. It’s a fragile moment that teeters on the precipice of a burning new path… or a chilling dead end. Sousuke doesn’t know what to expect from Rin. A retreat, a gasp, a flood of tears, a shocked question. He’d been so stunned the first time… but then Souske had been the one to turn him down. Both moving in and retreating, waiting for the other to move, to decide… even if Sousuke told himself he already knew. It’s too late for regrets, there is no going back, he’s dove into the waters and right now…
I want to swim with you… … I want to be with you.
How many times have they charged forward together? From training to fighting to swimming to experimenting with dinner in the kitchen, they’ve never been a pair to wait for something. But… this isn’t like those other times. This demands patience, hesitation, care. The silent restraint buzzes against his lips and seems to travel into his hand holding the side of Rin’s face. It’s in his jaw line, beating in his pulse behind his ear. He’s waiting… touching… aware of everything. From the gentle dip of Rin’s cupid’s bow against his bottom lip to the hot vapors his breath carries into his mouth as the kiss begins to evolve from a warm touch to something hotter and open. Something wet beads on the corner of his mouth and before Sousuke can think to stop it with his tongue, it falls, dribbling a line down his cheek.
It’s passion. It’s desire. Sousuke’s eyes part halfway, teal gaze glistening slightly as he gazes up at Rin’s throat. Only to be distracted by the way his collarbones shift as his shoulders roll, making the cords of his throat flex and his chest flex each time. The white fabric falls down to his upper arms and something spikes inside Sousuke so hard, he grunts into the kiss. It parts slightly, lips peeling apart, leaving a clear break between their mouths and the slick line of Sousuke’s tongue too late to retreat back into his mouth unnoticed. Rin’s taste burns his mouth and lips, his throat as he swallows, tongue moving restlessly in his mouth with every passing millisecond they’re separated.
Instantly they’re back together and Sousuke makes a small sound as lips smash into his own hard enough their teeth meet with a click. His spine jumps and he winces for a second, but there’s an arm around his neck, warm and strong, and a tongue barely brushing at the contour of his mouth. Only to retreat and… His name. It sounds thick like velvet on Rin’s voice, rippling into his ears until his body shivers from head to toe. Tan fingers grip semi-desperately on Rin’s face, and he reaches up with his free hand, fingers finding Rin’s to lace through and hold onto his hand tightly.] Rin… [The world outside goes pink as sakura petals seep through the air, covering their bodies again in faint, dancing shadows.] Say my name again… Just like that.
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He feels his blood rushing in his veins, the wild hammering of his heart’s surely audible in the quiet room, and the heat on his face is unmistakable. It’s not normal, it’s strange and maybe half-instinct, and… yes. Sousuke’s scared right now. He’s as scared of this as he had been of the water. If Rin rejects him, if he finds himself unwilling to continue, wondering if he’s shoving them into the unknown all over again… if he’s being selfish. But, he isn’t going to let the fear stop him. He’s made his decision and he’s not running away.
A tremor ripples through his skin. It steals his breath and his throat’s long muscles clench under his skin as Rin swallows above him. Hard enough it reaches Sousuke’s ears. He doesn’t release his grip, holding onto Rin to keep him there as much as he’s anchoring himself to the bed also. Even if Rin rips the sheets and pulls away, he’s not going to let him go. Not yet. Rin’s afraid; he knows that. It’s a fragile moment that teeters on the precipice of a burning new path… or a chilling dead end. Sousuke doesn’t know what to expect from Rin. A retreat, a gasp, a flood of tears, a shocked question. He’d been so stunned the first time… but then Souske had been the one to turn him down. Both moving in and retreating, waiting for the other to move, to decide… even if Sousuke told himself he already knew. It’s too late for regrets, there is no going back, he’s dove into the waters and right now…
I want to swim with you… … I want to be with you.
How many times have they charged forward together? From training to fighting to swimming to experimenting with dinner in the kitchen, they’ve never been a pair to wait for something. But… this isn’t like those other times. This demands patience, hesitation, care. The silent restraint buzzes against his lips and seems to travel into his hand holding the side of Rin’s face. It’s in his jaw line, beating in his pulse behind his ear. He’s waiting… touching… aware of everything. From the gentle dip of Rin’s cupid’s bow against his bottom lip to the hot vapors his breath carries into his mouth as the kiss begins to evolve from a warm touch to something hotter and open. Something wet beads on the corner of his mouth and before Sousuke can think to stop it with his tongue, it falls, dribbling a line down his cheek.
It’s passion. It’s desire. Sousuke’s eyes part halfway, teal gaze glistening slightly as he gazes up at Rin’s throat. Only to be distracted by the way his collarbones shift as his shoulders roll, making the cords of his throat flex and his chest flex each time. The white fabric falls down to his upper arms and something spikes inside Sousuke so hard, he grunts into the kiss. It parts slightly, lips peeling apart, leaving a clear break between their mouths and the slick line of Sousuke’s tongue too late to retreat back into his mouth unnoticed. Rin’s taste burns his mouth and lips, his throat as he swallows, tongue moving restlessly in his mouth with every passing millisecond they’re separated.
Instantly they’re back together and Sousuke makes a small sound as lips smash into his own hard enough their teeth meet with a click. His spine jumps and he winces for a second, but there’s an arm around his neck, warm and strong, and a tongue barely brushing at the contour of his mouth. Only to retreat and… His name. It sounds thick like velvet on Rin’s voice, rippling into his ears until his body shivers from head to toe. Tan fingers grip semi-desperately on Rin’s face, and he reaches up with his free hand, fingers finding Rin’s to lace through and hold onto his hand tightly.] Rin… [The world outside goes pink as sakura petals seep through the air, covering their bodies again in faint, dancing shadows.] Say my name again… Just like that.