[None of those questions are ones he can answer; he asks himself the same thing. When things began to change between them… There’s no way Sousuke can put a time or date on the realization. Even tonight, there’s no way to know when thoughts turned towards this intimate connection. Sure, he can pinpoint things that went into it. The trust built between them, the closeness they reached as Rin helped him learn to swim, assisting each other in battle against ayakashi, flopping onto the bed that one night before they began to share the bed and sleep together. All those things built up this connection, this bond… so why should he try and point out one momentary piece?
Fingers still and Sousuke’s breath slips between his mouth and Rin’s chest in a small whine of irritation and encouragement. He lifts his shoulder into his best friend’s hand, his skin already starting to tingle and itch from the lack of sensation. It settles instantly as palms mold over his flesh, tracing the curve of smooth skin over firm strength and dragging a far-more-pleased sound from the normally-quiet teenager’s lips. His voice shudders and his spine lights up; it feels good, really good, and he swears the touch goes deeper. Beyond his shoulder and right into those more amorous zones… His abs tighten and the hardness between his thighs twitches in the confines of his pants.
Apparently his shoulders are erogenous zones… Sousuke’s learned something new about himself tonight.
And of course Rin doesn’t let him off easy. Repeated motions, slow and deliberate, drawing two fingers in gossamer strokes that wander circles around his bone and smear the rising sheen of sweat over his skin. Sousuke feels like his shoulders are going to buckle; he’s weak in the knees even if he’s sitting nigh-cross-legged. And a burst of hot air over the strong chest in front of his lips--] Ri-in [--all but seals the deal. He’s not going to go easy on him if he keeps this up.
The pressure under his mouth returns and he latches onto Rin’s chest again, revitalized and semi-avenging. Pulling on his skin, deliberately fitting his mouth over half a nipple and sucking the meat of his pectoral along with the rosebud of firmed flesh. It digs against the seam of his cheek, right in the corner of his mouth, and Sousuke uses his tongue to slick around the flushed skin of Rin’s areola. Feeling him tremble beneath his actions rubs a spot Sousuke never knew he had before. The clench of thighs, the dig of nails, and the creak of the bed as Rin rises up on his knees are his reward for that merciless gust of icy-breeze over an oral-tormented nipple. No, he has no intention of letting Rin either run from this connection or hold back in participating. They’re together, holding each other so intimately, Rin in his lap and Sousuke mapping the contours of his chest with his mouth while his best friend fondles the hell out of his shoulders. Shirts off (or at least open in the taller swimmer’s case), torsos and shoulders bared to light and their own touches and eyes… There’s no way he’s going to let Rin slide.
Fingers tangle in the short spikes of his dark brown hair and Sousuke bucks upward again, driving the hardened shaft of his cock firmly against his god’s. That yelp splits the room and the swimmer repeats the roll again, stomach muscles flexing in a tantalizing wave as he grinds and undulates to put pressure against the base of Rin’s cock, against his balls, and the ripples upward until he’s pinning the flushed head of his dick against his groin. Yes, Rin sounds amazing like this. More than amazing… He’s tantalizing and addicting.
Sousuke arches his spine, a heated gasp sucking air over one of the now-many hickies left on Rin’s chest. His shirt… is annoying now. Twisting one shoulder forward, then the other, chest moving and spine curving, he’s literally working himself out of the material while trying his best not to move anything else. The white fabric slides down, revealing the curves and definitions, moonlight highlighting the dips and hills of his body, until he’s finally able to feel the relief of his sleeves pooling and bunching around his wrists. And with one yank after another, sheds the shirt free of his arms, stripping his hands from the material and turning it inside out without care. How the buttons came loose and where the shirt goes afterwards, he can’t be bothered to pay attention to.
Because Rin’s lips are on his temple and his blood pounds in his ears like a throbbing drum.
So much for resistance. Sousuke realizes his hand is on Rin’s zipper. So lost in the pleasure and response, he’s gotten this far without paying attention. It’s instinct. An urge to be here with Rin like this. One engouraging line and the answer seems to turn the burn inside him into a conflagration he’s never felt before. Yeah. One word and he’s hooked. Rin rolls his hips forward and Sousuke silently cups his best friend’s groin. Pressing himself fully into his palm and fingers. He curls them, curls his hand, molds it to Rin’s cock trapped under his pants fly. His fingers or the heel of his palm, one of them finishes the job and Rin’s zipper reaches the bottom of his fly. The rush of heat from below is tantalizing and Sousuke swears he feels wetness already. Sticky and slick… Rin’s arousal.
There’s a hand on his own, molding between his legs at the very apex of his being. Hot and hard, he rolls his hips forward as well, pressing himself into his best friend’s hand. They’ve touched and felt each other plenty over the course of time. From spars to wrestling to helping each other stretch and massage after hard workouts or intense swimming races. He’s touched and seen Rin’s body, his naked torso and arms, his strong, athletic legs hidden behind only a skin-tight layer of stretched lycra. A perfect body… and honestly, there’s only one part he’s never quite seen or touched before now…
Maybe it would be easier to break apart, lay back, work their pants off without sitting in each other’s laps… but even in his fogged mind, Sousuke knows such a thing would snap Rin out of the moment or embarrass him more. This was fine. This intimate closeness as they helped each other with the final barrier. With a quiet breath, the taller athlete hooks his fingers around Rin’s hem and pulls down, pushing and working the edge of his pants down his hips. Exposing the arch of his pelvic bones, the sculpture of his angled V, to the hem of his boxer briefs. Down until he can’t get them down any further due to someone’s legs straddling over his lap.]
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Fingers still and Sousuke’s breath slips between his mouth and Rin’s chest in a small whine of irritation and encouragement. He lifts his shoulder into his best friend’s hand, his skin already starting to tingle and itch from the lack of sensation. It settles instantly as palms mold over his flesh, tracing the curve of smooth skin over firm strength and dragging a far-more-pleased sound from the normally-quiet teenager’s lips. His voice shudders and his spine lights up; it feels good, really good, and he swears the touch goes deeper. Beyond his shoulder and right into those more amorous zones… His abs tighten and the hardness between his thighs twitches in the confines of his pants.
Apparently his shoulders are erogenous zones… Sousuke’s learned something new about himself tonight.
And of course Rin doesn’t let him off easy. Repeated motions, slow and deliberate, drawing two fingers in gossamer strokes that wander circles around his bone and smear the rising sheen of sweat over his skin. Sousuke feels like his shoulders are going to buckle; he’s weak in the knees even if he’s sitting nigh-cross-legged. And a burst of hot air over the strong chest in front of his lips--] Ri-in [--all but seals the deal. He’s not going to go easy on him if he keeps this up.
The pressure under his mouth returns and he latches onto Rin’s chest again, revitalized and semi-avenging. Pulling on his skin, deliberately fitting his mouth over half a nipple and sucking the meat of his pectoral along with the rosebud of firmed flesh. It digs against the seam of his cheek, right in the corner of his mouth, and Sousuke uses his tongue to slick around the flushed skin of Rin’s areola. Feeling him tremble beneath his actions rubs a spot Sousuke never knew he had before. The clench of thighs, the dig of nails, and the creak of the bed as Rin rises up on his knees are his reward for that merciless gust of icy-breeze over an oral-tormented nipple. No, he has no intention of letting Rin either run from this connection or hold back in participating. They’re together, holding each other so intimately, Rin in his lap and Sousuke mapping the contours of his chest with his mouth while his best friend fondles the hell out of his shoulders. Shirts off (or at least open in the taller swimmer’s case), torsos and shoulders bared to light and their own touches and eyes… There’s no way he’s going to let Rin slide.
Fingers tangle in the short spikes of his dark brown hair and Sousuke bucks upward again, driving the hardened shaft of his cock firmly against his god’s. That yelp splits the room and the swimmer repeats the roll again, stomach muscles flexing in a tantalizing wave as he grinds and undulates to put pressure against the base of Rin’s cock, against his balls, and the ripples upward until he’s pinning the flushed head of his dick against his groin. Yes, Rin sounds amazing like this. More than amazing… He’s tantalizing and addicting.
Sousuke arches his spine, a heated gasp sucking air over one of the now-many hickies left on Rin’s chest. His shirt… is annoying now. Twisting one shoulder forward, then the other, chest moving and spine curving, he’s literally working himself out of the material while trying his best not to move anything else. The white fabric slides down, revealing the curves and definitions, moonlight highlighting the dips and hills of his body, until he’s finally able to feel the relief of his sleeves pooling and bunching around his wrists. And with one yank after another, sheds the shirt free of his arms, stripping his hands from the material and turning it inside out without care. How the buttons came loose and where the shirt goes afterwards, he can’t be bothered to pay attention to.
Because Rin’s lips are on his temple and his blood pounds in his ears like a throbbing drum.
So much for resistance. Sousuke realizes his hand is on Rin’s zipper. So lost in the pleasure and response, he’s gotten this far without paying attention. It’s instinct. An urge to be here with Rin like this. One engouraging line and the answer seems to turn the burn inside him into a conflagration he’s never felt before. Yeah. One word and he’s hooked. Rin rolls his hips forward and Sousuke silently cups his best friend’s groin. Pressing himself fully into his palm and fingers. He curls them, curls his hand, molds it to Rin’s cock trapped under his pants fly. His fingers or the heel of his palm, one of them finishes the job and Rin’s zipper reaches the bottom of his fly. The rush of heat from below is tantalizing and Sousuke swears he feels wetness already. Sticky and slick… Rin’s arousal.
There’s a hand on his own, molding between his legs at the very apex of his being. Hot and hard, he rolls his hips forward as well, pressing himself into his best friend’s hand. They’ve touched and felt each other plenty over the course of time. From spars to wrestling to helping each other stretch and massage after hard workouts or intense swimming races. He’s touched and seen Rin’s body, his naked torso and arms, his strong, athletic legs hidden behind only a skin-tight layer of stretched lycra. A perfect body… and honestly, there’s only one part he’s never quite seen or touched before now…
Maybe it would be easier to break apart, lay back, work their pants off without sitting in each other’s laps… but even in his fogged mind, Sousuke knows such a thing would snap Rin out of the moment or embarrass him more. This was fine. This intimate closeness as they helped each other with the final barrier. With a quiet breath, the taller athlete hooks his fingers around Rin’s hem and pulls down, pushing and working the edge of his pants down his hips. Exposing the arch of his pelvic bones, the sculpture of his angled V, to the hem of his boxer briefs. Down until he can’t get them down any further due to someone’s legs straddling over his lap.]
Lift up, Rin. I’ll help you out.