[Rin will probably blame him about his “not feeling sexy right now” regardless; Sousuke’s used to it because he knows it’s just one of Rin’s quirks. He’ll tease him about it later once they’re not in this state. Besides, he can’t hold it against Rin right now. This is the first time he’s ever done something like this. Presenting his body in such a way. It’s not like pulling off his shirt in preparation to go swimming, not like stripping his upper half and donning those skintight legskins to show off his physique to anyone who might dare challenge him in the water. This is intimate, this takes trust, asking someone to look not to evaluate the condition of his athletic prime, but instead, asking someone to look at him to evaluate just how much he likes him. The “like” like. The “I’m attracted to you” kind of like. The “I want to get naked with you” kind of like… apparently. The “I don’t want anyone else to see you this way” kind of like. And through all Rin’s awkwardness and discomfort, he’s still sitting atop him, nervous fidgeting, lip worrying, and all. Sousuke might’ve considered complimenting Rin on his bravery if he didn’t think it’d result in him getting punched on the head or eating a pillow.
No, he doesn’t expect Rin to “lead” him in this path. It’s not anywhere in the job description of a god to his shinki, as far as the larger swimmer can fathom. Sousuke wouldn’t want him to either; neither of them know what they’re doing right now beyond kneejerk reactions and instinctive exploration. At least that’s what Sousuke’s blaming for his “novel” idea of sitting up under Rin and putting his mouth on his chest. The tented braces of Rin’s arms on either side of him likewise encourage Sousuke to curl his legs into a loose cross-legged position, bare feet tucked against the inside of his thighs to give his best friend a more solid place to sit. While he finds himself contending with the very-real reality of being closer to Rin’s chest than he’s ever been before.
He's never not noticed his best friend’s body; from the flexing contours as he pulls himself from the pool to the still slopes as he sleeps in the bed beside him. It’s different though… Sousuke’s not looking at him to judge any changes in workout or diet; he’s not gazing in silent thought that someone like Rin would chose him to live beside. Instead, his eyes drink in details that before seemed purely health-related, objective. The curving line that starts below his shoulder joint and winds downward to form the strong outline of his pectoral. Sculpted by his training to become a sleek divide between the smooth of his chest and the stratus-like ripples of muscle over the lines of his ribs. A body toned to athletic perfection, one he’s grown so familiar with, Sousuke doesn’t have to try to recognize the shape and presence of. This very same guy… I like you. Hmph. Okay so maybe it’s more than simply “like” now.
Sousuke’s attracted to Rin.
So much for caring about getting kneed in the hips as Rin straddles his thighs or his legs going to sleep from having someone literally sitting on his femur. He swears he feels steam rising from Rin’s skin, burning against his lips and branding the sheer taste and texture of his god’s flesh on his own. He expects the started outburst above him, but it’s suddenly “annoying” in that it might be wanting him to stop. The slam of Rin’s frantic heart pounds against Sousuke’s lips, ringing clear through his chest muscle, and he leans into a deeper kiss, pressing his mouth firmly to Rin’s chest until his lips are digging against the front of his teeth. Jaws work, his chin slides down, and Sousuke opens his mouth, hot air scalding a surprisingly-breathless pant over his best friend’s flesh. It’s strange, so sudden, but he wants more… to touch him more. Taste him. Feel him everywhere. Maybe it’s driven by a frantic desire not to fail, to seem like he knows what he’s doing…
Or maybe he’s just that stupidly attracted to his best friend.]
Urusei…
[His voice is thick, hot, mouth moving with the murmured sounds as he slowly draws back just enough to resituate his head. Not looking at Rin—unable to at the moment because his face is glowing hot in embarrassment and arousal—Sousuke lets his lower jaw fall and extends his tongue. It quivers slightly, a bead of saliva welling on one of his canines before falling with a gossamer drip. Right before Rin puts his hands on his shoulders and Sousuke sucks in a tremoring gasp. Sensation flares and his shoulders instinctively round into the other swimmer’s hands, feeling the way Rin’s molding his grip to the shape of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.]
Ri-…nh…
[Sousuke drops his forehead against Rin’s chest, eyes closing as his breath ripples over his lips. He doesn’t know why his shoulders are so sensitive, but they’ve always been so. And his god’s gentle touches smooths the edges of his shirts’ neck away from his collarbones, baring his flesh to the warmth of the air. Until it crests the center of his joint, exposing the first character of that name—of his name—given with a promise so long again. Caged within the warmth of Rin’s fingers, sending another shiver down Sousuke’s spine as he breathes against the other teen’s chest. A soft, choked sound, almost a whimper or a groan, bleeds over the lower curve of his partner’s pectoral, the firm spans of Sousuke’s forehead contrasting with the soft brush of spikey bangs pressing atop Rin’s heart. He turns his head slightly, unconsciously nuzzling at the young man’s chest as Rin’s thumb strokes over the brand of his name, resting so permanently within the flesh of his shoulder. Until thumb is replaced by forehead and maroon curtains spills down over the back of his shoulder. It tickles, it ignites, it tantalizes… As fingers come around from behind and cup his shoulder from the rear, sculpting over the muscle and holding him close, Sousuke’s muted voice breaks in a low, sweltering moan of relief mixed with desirous pleasure.
This is the first time either of them have held each other in such intimate ways. It feels strange, but simultaneously, Sousuke’s overcome with a sensation of peace and longing that dives straight into his core. As if he’s suddenly been reunited with someone he’s longed to be beside.] Rin… [He wants to hold him all night, forever, speak his name like this and feel his touch. Thighs clench around his body and Sousuke lifts his hips and chest, pressing them solidly to his best friend’s groin and along his inner thighs. A strange, awkward embrace, but one he wants to feel over and over. What Rin’s thinking, he surprisingly can’t guess right now. It’s about him, Sousuke knows that at least.
And Rin speaks, his voice a tender weight that tells Sousuke instantly not everything is all right. Something weighs on his god’s heart and the poignant request has far less to do with asking about Sousuke’s current pleasure and far more with asking for forgiveness for something in the past Rin’s guilting himself over. Almost pleading, as if he needs to make up for something Sousuke can’t know. Were they in any other mood, the taller swimmer would’ve called Rin out on it and confronted him. But they’re not, and he can’t help but feel some of his best friend’s heavyheartedness leak into his chest.
The bed creaks beneath Sousuke’s weight as he tilts his head, removing his forehead’s nuzzling motions in exchange for bringing his mouth back to Rin’s chest. Lips find the skin over his heart, breath fanning over a patch of pale skin made moist by his air. What he wants… what Rin can give him…] I want… [If he’s allowed to express a selfish wish right now… then…] … you to forgive yourself. [He’s talking to his heart directly, lips moving over his skin as his words emerge.] Whatever you did, whatever happened between us… It’s all right, Rin. It’s enough for me that we’re together.
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The “I don’t want anyone else to see you this way” kind of like.And through all Rin’s awkwardness and discomfort, he’s still sitting atop him, nervous fidgeting, lip worrying, and all. Sousuke might’ve considered complimenting Rin on his bravery if he didn’t think it’d result in him getting punched on the head or eating a pillow.No, he doesn’t expect Rin to “lead” him in this path. It’s not anywhere in the job description of a god to his shinki, as far as the larger swimmer can fathom. Sousuke wouldn’t want him to either; neither of them know what they’re doing right now beyond kneejerk reactions and instinctive exploration. At least that’s what Sousuke’s blaming for his “novel” idea of sitting up under Rin and putting his mouth on his chest. The tented braces of Rin’s arms on either side of him likewise encourage Sousuke to curl his legs into a loose cross-legged position, bare feet tucked against the inside of his thighs to give his best friend a more solid place to sit. While he finds himself contending with the very-real reality of being closer to Rin’s chest than he’s ever been before.
He's never not noticed his best friend’s body; from the flexing contours as he pulls himself from the pool to the still slopes as he sleeps in the bed beside him. It’s different though… Sousuke’s not looking at him to judge any changes in workout or diet; he’s not gazing in silent thought that someone like Rin would chose him to live beside. Instead, his eyes drink in details that before seemed purely health-related, objective. The curving line that starts below his shoulder joint and winds downward to form the strong outline of his pectoral. Sculpted by his training to become a sleek divide between the smooth of his chest and the stratus-like ripples of muscle over the lines of his ribs. A body toned to athletic perfection, one he’s grown so familiar with, Sousuke doesn’t have to try to recognize the shape and presence of. This very same guy… I like you. Hmph. Okay so maybe it’s more than simply “like” now.
Sousuke’s attracted to Rin.
So much for caring about getting kneed in the hips as Rin straddles his thighs or his legs going to sleep from having someone literally sitting on his femur. He swears he feels steam rising from Rin’s skin, burning against his lips and branding the sheer taste and texture of his god’s flesh on his own. He expects the started outburst above him, but it’s suddenly “annoying” in that it might be wanting him to stop. The slam of Rin’s frantic heart pounds against Sousuke’s lips, ringing clear through his chest muscle, and he leans into a deeper kiss, pressing his mouth firmly to Rin’s chest until his lips are digging against the front of his teeth. Jaws work, his chin slides down, and Sousuke opens his mouth, hot air scalding a surprisingly-breathless pant over his best friend’s flesh. It’s strange, so sudden, but he wants more… to touch him more. Taste him. Feel him everywhere. Maybe it’s driven by a frantic desire not to fail, to seem like he knows what he’s doing…
Or maybe he’s just that stupidly attracted to his best friend.]
Urusei…
[His voice is thick, hot, mouth moving with the murmured sounds as he slowly draws back just enough to resituate his head. Not looking at Rin—unable to at the moment because his face is glowing hot in embarrassment and arousal—Sousuke lets his lower jaw fall and extends his tongue. It quivers slightly, a bead of saliva welling on one of his canines before falling with a gossamer drip. Right before Rin puts his hands on his shoulders and Sousuke sucks in a tremoring gasp. Sensation flares and his shoulders instinctively round into the other swimmer’s hands, feeling the way Rin’s molding his grip to the shape of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.]
Ri-…nh…
[Sousuke drops his forehead against Rin’s chest, eyes closing as his breath ripples over his lips. He doesn’t know why his shoulders are so sensitive, but they’ve always been so. And his god’s gentle touches smooths the edges of his shirts’ neck away from his collarbones, baring his flesh to the warmth of the air. Until it crests the center of his joint, exposing the first character of that name—of his name—given with a promise so long again. Caged within the warmth of Rin’s fingers, sending another shiver down Sousuke’s spine as he breathes against the other teen’s chest. A soft, choked sound, almost a whimper or a groan, bleeds over the lower curve of his partner’s pectoral, the firm spans of Sousuke’s forehead contrasting with the soft brush of spikey bangs pressing atop Rin’s heart. He turns his head slightly, unconsciously nuzzling at the young man’s chest as Rin’s thumb strokes over the brand of his name, resting so permanently within the flesh of his shoulder. Until thumb is replaced by forehead and maroon curtains spills down over the back of his shoulder. It tickles, it ignites, it tantalizes… As fingers come around from behind and cup his shoulder from the rear, sculpting over the muscle and holding him close, Sousuke’s muted voice breaks in a low, sweltering moan of relief mixed with desirous pleasure.
This is the first time either of them have held each other in such intimate ways. It feels strange, but simultaneously, Sousuke’s overcome with a sensation of peace and longing that dives straight into his core. As if he’s suddenly been reunited with someone he’s longed to be beside.] Rin… [He wants to hold him all night, forever, speak his name like this and feel his touch. Thighs clench around his body and Sousuke lifts his hips and chest, pressing them solidly to his best friend’s groin and along his inner thighs. A strange, awkward embrace, but one he wants to feel over and over. What Rin’s thinking, he surprisingly can’t guess right now. It’s about him, Sousuke knows that at least.
And Rin speaks, his voice a tender weight that tells Sousuke instantly not everything is all right. Something weighs on his god’s heart and the poignant request has far less to do with asking about Sousuke’s current pleasure and far more with asking for forgiveness for something in the past Rin’s guilting himself over. Almost pleading, as if he needs to make up for something Sousuke can’t know. Were they in any other mood, the taller swimmer would’ve called Rin out on it and confronted him. But they’re not, and he can’t help but feel some of his best friend’s heavyheartedness leak into his chest.
The bed creaks beneath Sousuke’s weight as he tilts his head, removing his forehead’s nuzzling motions in exchange for bringing his mouth back to Rin’s chest. Lips find the skin over his heart, breath fanning over a patch of pale skin made moist by his air. What he wants… what Rin can give him…] I want… [If he’s allowed to express a selfish wish right now… then…] … you to forgive yourself. [He’s talking to his heart directly, lips moving over his skin as his words emerge.] Whatever you did, whatever happened between us… It’s all right, Rin. It’s enough for me that we’re together.