[If he were in any other state, any other place, he wouldn't think twice about kneeing Sousuke in the head for saying something so stupid. Calm down? Calm down? What about this is remotely calming!? He's being tipped back without warning and doing something he's never done before, all of it spur of the moment, he should add, so of course he's bound to freak out! And keep freaking out if someone doesn't start reassuring him a bit better. Seriously, tugging and pushing him around so easily... It's not very often Rin bends for other people, too proud and confident in his own strengths and abilities to find anyone capable enough to challenge, but when certain people come along he has no choice but to push a little harder, do a little better. People like Sousuke who's obviously bigger, better, stronger and probably always will be... Rin can't be expected to calm down when it comes to him.
So, in reality, Sousuke's not far off the mark with those amusing thoughts of his. "Dominate" might be a strong word. Might be. Especially for a fumbling teenager like himself, still struggling to keep his legs in one place while his ass stays molded to his best friend's dick. It's obvious it's affecting both of them at least. Whether that's a good or a bad thing though, he can't figure out just yet. More leaning towards good though, since Sousuke's still taking any chance he can get to feel his legs up. Th-that's not awful, he's finding. Kind of soothing. Kind of... hot. And by the time his pants do come off, it's like hot coals on bare skin. It's a welcome touch in the cold air, but all the same his muscles feel too stiff, too nervous, and he worries he'll cramp up if he doesn't put them down soon. Luckily for Rin, Sousuke's shoulders provide the perfect perch, and luckily for Sousuke, there's no painful injuries to worry about anymore.
Doesn't mean Rin's going to be rough, as tempting as it is for a brief few seconds. Just move, he tells himself. Don't think too much about it. If he hates it, he'll stop it. If you hate it, you'll do something else. Right?]
Wh-whoa, shit!
[Suddenly, arms fly up over his head to awkwardly fist and tug at the sheets. At first he thinks Sousuke's really trying to push him over the bed this time... but that's not quite it. Because someone's actually thrusting against him and suddenly Rin's all too aware of just how naked he is, nothing but a thin layer of underwear keeping his bare ass from full on rutting into his best friend's cock. Well, that and whatever else he miraculously hasn't ripped off Sousuke just yet, but, fuck, with how hard he is, how hasn't he burst out of his pants on his own? He should stop him. Slow down, offer to undress him further so they'll be more even, more balanced.
Stomach clenched and with lines of sweat already beginning to trickle down between his chest, Rin tugs at the sheets again as if that will somehow ground him back into reality. Somehow he has to snap out of this heat. He has to stop, he has to calm down. In the end, nothing comes of it, and with head tipped back he resigns himself to total loss of control. Each breath comes out hotter and more labored than the last. He's pulling the blankets so hard he's certain he's already yanked them out from the corners of the mattress. Here he is, the heaven's choice for a god, writhing and wanton, unable to control his own body against another.
It's funny... Even in all this mess, all this newness, Rin's felt nothing but human.]
Ah-- H-hang on... Sousuke, I--!
[Shoulders hike up off the bed when his back arches as far up as the position allows. He feels like he's going to snap in two. He hasn't even touched himself and yet--!
It happens when with a single thrust the entire length of Sousuke's cock slides up along his ass and presses hard against some space between. Not quite at his dick, not right up against his hole... Somewhere halfway. Sensitive, smooth, throbbing for reasons Rin doesn't want to know. A broken sob slips free from his throat into his wrist where he struggles to bite down and quiet himself. ... No use. Rin seizes up with one last breath. Calves tighten, toes curl, cords in his neck strain when he forces his head down and off to the side with a silent scream. He'd probably be covered in something much thicker than sweat if he weren't still covered up down below. As it is his soaking wet boxer briefs take it all, twitching violently as his cock empties itself all over his thighs and soon onto his stomach once a large bead of cum manages to seep all the way through. It gathers up slowly, a single opaque drop, until Rin shudders and it dribbles down to pool right around his navel. It feels... dirty. Sticky. His heart pounds so hard it aches.
And the only thing on his mind, muddled as it is, is Sousuke. The depth in his voice, how hot his lips feel on his shin, the heavy swell of his arousal still trapped between his thighs.
Is he still coming? Did Sousuke do the same? Trapped as he is, it's too hard to tell.]
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So, in reality, Sousuke's not far off the mark with those amusing thoughts of his. "Dominate" might be a strong word. Might be. Especially for a fumbling teenager like himself, still struggling to keep his legs in one place while his ass stays molded to his best friend's dick. It's obvious it's affecting both of them at least. Whether that's a good or a bad thing though, he can't figure out just yet. More leaning towards good though, since Sousuke's still taking any chance he can get to feel his legs up. Th-that's not awful, he's finding. Kind of soothing. Kind of... hot. And by the time his pants do come off, it's like hot coals on bare skin. It's a welcome touch in the cold air, but all the same his muscles feel too stiff, too nervous, and he worries he'll cramp up if he doesn't put them down soon. Luckily for Rin, Sousuke's shoulders provide the perfect perch, and luckily for Sousuke, there's no painful injuries to worry about anymore.
Doesn't mean Rin's going to be rough, as tempting as it is for a brief few seconds. Just move, he tells himself. Don't think too much about it. If he hates it, he'll stop it. If you hate it, you'll do something else. Right?]
Wh-whoa, shit!
[Suddenly, arms fly up over his head to awkwardly fist and tug at the sheets. At first he thinks Sousuke's really trying to push him over the bed this time... but that's not quite it. Because someone's actually thrusting against him and suddenly Rin's all too aware of just how naked he is, nothing but a thin layer of underwear keeping his bare ass from full on rutting into his best friend's cock. Well, that and whatever else he miraculously hasn't ripped off Sousuke just yet, but, fuck, with how hard he is, how hasn't he burst out of his pants on his own? He should stop him. Slow down, offer to undress him further so they'll be more even, more balanced.
Stomach clenched and with lines of sweat already beginning to trickle down between his chest, Rin tugs at the sheets again as if that will somehow ground him back into reality. Somehow he has to snap out of this heat. He has to stop, he has to calm down. In the end, nothing comes of it, and with head tipped back he resigns himself to total loss of control. Each breath comes out hotter and more labored than the last. He's pulling the blankets so hard he's certain he's already yanked them out from the corners of the mattress. Here he is, the heaven's choice for a god, writhing and wanton, unable to control his own body against another.
It's funny... Even in all this mess, all this newness, Rin's felt nothing but human.]
Ah-- H-hang on... Sousuke, I--!
[Shoulders hike up off the bed when his back arches as far up as the position allows. He feels like he's going to snap in two. He hasn't even touched himself and yet--!
It happens when with a single thrust the entire length of Sousuke's cock slides up along his ass and presses hard against some space between. Not quite at his dick, not right up against his hole... Somewhere halfway. Sensitive, smooth, throbbing for reasons Rin doesn't want to know. A broken sob slips free from his throat into his wrist where he struggles to bite down and quiet himself. ... No use. Rin seizes up with one last breath. Calves tighten, toes curl, cords in his neck strain when he forces his head down and off to the side with a silent scream. He'd probably be covered in something much thicker than sweat if he weren't still covered up down below. As it is his soaking wet boxer briefs take it all, twitching violently as his cock empties itself all over his thighs and soon onto his stomach once a large bead of cum manages to seep all the way through. It gathers up slowly, a single opaque drop, until Rin shudders and it dribbles down to pool right around his navel. It feels... dirty. Sticky. His heart pounds so hard it aches.
And the only thing on his mind, muddled as it is, is Sousuke. The depth in his voice, how hot his lips feel on his shin, the heavy swell of his arousal still trapped between his thighs.
Is he still coming? Did Sousuke do the same? Trapped as he is, it's too hard to tell.]