[For Rin, he never expected to share his first kiss with an old friend... and for that matter, he never expected to share it with anyone in particular. He only knew it would happen at some point, once his career settled down a bit and he could focus on more than just records and claiming his place at the top of the international stage. How, when, where, with who... None of that crossed his mind. Sure, he's a romantic idiot... but he's an idiot. And that means, for all his detailed ideals and dreams of the future, he's woefully unprepared, at least where relationships are concerned. Secretly then, he's worried. It's not as if Sousuke's any more prepared, but... he's always so calm. He'd probably fool anyone into thinking he's done all this before while Rin stumbles his way through his mistakes. So... he doesn't want to embarrass himself. But more than anything, he doesn't want to disappoint Sousuke.
He'd been the one to kiss him first, after all. He thought of it first, wanted it first, might have even considered it long before they planned this night together. On top of that all that, well... despite being his number one rival, Sousuke's someone Rin looks up to, though it won't seem like that on the surface. Swimming prowess aside, there's many things to admire in his best friend. He's headstrong, selfless, determined and all around cool for lack of a better word. Where Rin rushes ahead, Sousuke's content to wait. Where Rin's anger flares up, Sousuke's quick to douse those flames. He knows he can't mold himself into that image exactly, but sometimes, here and there... he's felt intimidated.
If anyone's perfect here, it's you.
Rin's lost track of how many times they've kissed by now, though he's not sure which times he should be counting in the first place. Is each time their lips touch considered one kiss? Or does it only count if they've stayed pressed together for longer than a few seconds? Anyway, with how foggy his mind is right now, it's not like he can keep his thoughts organized. So he just... moves. Doing what his body tells him feels right and what Sousuke's reactions tell him feels good. Seems like he doesn't mind that he's messing around with his shirt right now. Doesn't mean he's going to rip it right off or anything, but it's a start, isn't it?
Ngh, it's probably for the best that he decided to pull away and stop when he did. Too much kissing seems to mean too much heat and too much heat leads to not enough thinking.
He feels the exact opposite of charming after he's finished saying something so stupid, and now that he's caught himself staring straight at his best friend's exposed skin (and his own hand keeping it that way) his face turns beet red all the way from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He hasn't done this and yet here he is, already trying to undress the guy like he's some kind of pervert! Rin stiffens, throat bobbing when he swallows, but before he can duck his chin in towards his chest he feels that familiar touch on his face... and almost immediately begins to melt. No, dammit, don't do that. Don't tip his head, don't make him look at you, don't be so... gentle.
... Your eyes are beautiful.
W-wait, what?
Before he knows it, he's already meeting that warm, nervous gaze with his own, eyes watery but not on the verge of crying, pupils blown and maybe just a tiny bit unfocused. He still can't decide where to look. Where would be most appropriate? What will give his heart the best chance to slow down, calm down, breathe.
Don't stop, Rin.
And as if on command, his heart flutters anyway, hoping to reach through his sternum and connect with the one across. He wants to feel him. All of him. ... He wants them to be connected far deeper and closer than they've ever been before. Exactly how remains a mystery, but Rin still wants to try. They can take the first steps. Faster, closer... don't stop, Rin.
Squeezing his shinki's hand once more, Rin shifts just enough for the pad of Sousuke's thumb to press against his lips. He could laugh. He could duck his head anyway and finally let sleep take over. Or he could part his lips to softly catch that finger between his teeth, tongue cushioning the tip as he turns his gaze back down towards Sousuke's shirt. For whatever reason, it's what he chooses to do, though he has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with how itchy his gums suddenly feel. Ngh. His skin is so warm...]
Idiot... Don't say it like that. [he mumbles, teeth baring down a touch harder before lightening up again for his tongue to absently lave over an indent or two left behind. Are their hips touching? He can't even tell. They're mostly a tangle of limbs. Outside, the cherry blossoms are restless in the night air.]
I don't want to do anything wrong. [But...] ... How far are we supposed to go?
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He'd been the one to kiss him first, after all. He thought of it first, wanted it first, might have even considered it long before they planned this night together. On top of that all that, well... despite being his number one rival, Sousuke's someone Rin looks up to, though it won't seem like that on the surface. Swimming prowess aside, there's many things to admire in his best friend. He's headstrong, selfless, determined and all around cool for lack of a better word. Where Rin rushes ahead, Sousuke's content to wait. Where Rin's anger flares up, Sousuke's quick to douse those flames. He knows he can't mold himself into that image exactly, but sometimes, here and there... he's felt intimidated.
If anyone's perfect here, it's you.
Rin's lost track of how many times they've kissed by now, though he's not sure which times he should be counting in the first place. Is each time their lips touch considered one kiss? Or does it only count if they've stayed pressed together for longer than a few seconds? Anyway, with how foggy his mind is right now, it's not like he can keep his thoughts organized. So he just... moves. Doing what his body tells him feels right and what Sousuke's reactions tell him feels good. Seems like he doesn't mind that he's messing around with his shirt right now. Doesn't mean he's going to rip it right off or anything, but it's a start, isn't it?
Ngh, it's probably for the best that he decided to pull away and stop when he did. Too much kissing seems to mean too much heat and too much heat leads to not enough thinking.
He feels the exact opposite of charming after he's finished saying something so stupid, and now that he's caught himself staring straight at his best friend's exposed skin (and his own hand keeping it that way) his face turns beet red all the way from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He hasn't done this and yet here he is, already trying to undress the guy like he's some kind of pervert! Rin stiffens, throat bobbing when he swallows, but before he can duck his chin in towards his chest he feels that familiar touch on his face... and almost immediately begins to melt. No, dammit, don't do that. Don't tip his head, don't make him look at you, don't be so... gentle.
... Your eyes are beautiful.
W-wait, what?
Before he knows it, he's already meeting that warm, nervous gaze with his own, eyes watery but not on the verge of crying, pupils blown and maybe just a tiny bit unfocused. He still can't decide where to look. Where would be most appropriate? What will give his heart the best chance to slow down, calm down, breathe.
Don't stop, Rin.
And as if on command, his heart flutters anyway, hoping to reach through his sternum and connect with the one across. He wants to feel him. All of him. ... He wants them to be connected far deeper and closer than they've ever been before. Exactly how remains a mystery, but Rin still wants to try. They can take the first steps. Faster, closer... don't stop, Rin.
Squeezing his shinki's hand once more, Rin shifts just enough for the pad of Sousuke's thumb to press against his lips. He could laugh. He could duck his head anyway and finally let sleep take over. Or he could part his lips to softly catch that finger between his teeth, tongue cushioning the tip as he turns his gaze back down towards Sousuke's shirt. For whatever reason, it's what he chooses to do, though he has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with how itchy his gums suddenly feel. Ngh. His skin is so warm...]
Idiot... Don't say it like that. [he mumbles, teeth baring down a touch harder before lightening up again for his tongue to absently lave over an indent or two left behind. Are their hips touching? He can't even tell. They're mostly a tangle of limbs. Outside, the cherry blossoms are restless in the night air.]
I don't want to do anything wrong. [But...] ... How far are we supposed to go?