[No matter how he’s currently “manhandling” his best friend all over the bed, never once does Sousuke think Rin’s not strong enough to do something about it. Confused, romanced, horny, turned on, enjoying, breathless, dazed, and all those other things. But still strong enough to kick him in the face if he does something the redhead really doesn’t want to do. Maybe it’s because Sousuke knows Rin so well that he’s not afraid to being a little intense with him. No tiptoeing around, asking permission to drag his stupid pants off his legs, or even commenting that it’s Rin who’s doing some very intimate things with his ass right between Sousuke’s thighs. He may be bigger and stronger than the other swimmer, but like it or not… Rin’s the one that calls the shots even more than Sousuke. Because that’s who Rin is, the preemptive one who charges forward, always looking back to make sure his stoic friend is quietly keeping up with him.
Not that he’s any better off than Rin right now. He’s flustered, his heart’s slamming a million miles an hour in his chest, and his arms and legs are trying not to shake as he makes one motion after another. Sousuke pushes forward because he doesn’t want to end up sitting in the bed, cross legged and fidgeting in front of the one guy in the world he hates showing any sort of weakness or vulnerability to (the same one who ironically probably knows them all anyways). Someone has to take control right not and move forward. And he’s not ashamed or afraid to be that one. Rin will, just like him, catch up soon enough. It’s how they work together, one leading, the other following, until the latter brings his pace equal and often takes the lead, whereupon the roles reverse and it all starts over again. It’s… an attractive thing in Sousuke’s opinion. Kind of like Rin’s now-bared legs resting over his shoulders, trembling and flexing as he runs his hands up and down their sleek length.
And probably should’ve said something. Again. Rin’s exclamation yanks his attention off his current distraction—his best friend’s leg—and Sousuke locks onto the swimmer’s motions. Arms up, fingers digging into the sheets, creating radiating lines that scratch and drag at the fabric. He throat constricts and a rush of arousal and attraction swarm through his veins at the sight of Rin’s wanton, pleasured display. Seriously, does the guy even know how attractive he looks like this? (No, Rin’s not done anything to deserve getting pushed off the bed. Yet.) But it’s pretty obvious he’s suddenly aware of just how close he is to being naked… and that’s a hell of a turn on.
Look, even if he’s pretty well-endowed, that doesn’t mean he’s going to be bursting out of his clothes, dammit! He only does that when someone tries to squeeze him into shirts ten sizes too small for his pecs. Thank you. (But really, his pants and boxer briefs are feeling quite uncomfortable regardless. If he weren’t so focused on Rin, he’d have stripped out of the constricting material long before now.)
Sheets hiss and Sousuke turns his head again, eyes staying at the corners to watch his best friend writhing on the bed in pleasure. Lips skirt the flesh covering Rin’s calf, resting on his shoulder within reach of his mouth. It’s almost instinctive, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His shoulder flexes beneath the weight of Rin’s lower leg as the other boy squeezes him as best he can without ending up sliding his knee over his collar. He really is gorgeous like this, lines of sweat wandering down the sculpted sleekness of his torso, beads quivering silver in the moonlight atop his fair skin. Rin may want to find a way out of the heat consuming him, but Sousuke has no intention of letting him escape. Not when he’s this pent up, this needing to release the buildup pounding inside his hips. It’s when he sees Rin’s head tilt back, the cords of his neck tighten, and the rush of pleasure smooth over his face that Sousuke knows he’s won.
His breathing’s hotter, heavier, pumping from his chest with every thrust Sousuke grinds against his best friend’s ass. There’s a sudden jerk and the blankets and sheets abruptly sink inward at one corner, bunching around Rin’s shoulder in a visceral display of lust. They’re going to wreck this bed… Not that it stops him. Sousuke’s face burns from the mixture of sensations and he works his hips upward, adding an instinctive roll that gyrates his groin into the twin globes. Pressing hard enough the leaking tip of his cock, tangible as a sticky bulge against Rin’s skin, ruts right between his cheeks… right into the softer tightness hidden there. Pressing and nudging into his best friend’s hole. Sousuke has a split second of decision, of utter disbelief they’ve come this close as partners, friends, now lovers… And right then, Rin has to say the most ludicrous thing he’s said all night. Hang on… It’s as impossible as Sousuke’s request the Rin “calm down” earlier!]
No. [Maybe he’ll apologize later for flagrantly disobeying… but he doubts Rin has a problem with it. Not with the way his shoulders are hiking upward and the entire toned plain of his torso arch upward off the bed, spine curving in a breath-taking arch. It’s one thing to note Rin’s flexibility when they’re stretching on the floor beside the pool. It’s completely another when Rin’s practically naked and drenched in sweat on their bed. Without thinking beyond sensation, Sousuke presses forward in one, smooth, firm grind. The head of his cock glances over Rin’s hole and glides a slick, heavy trail onto his lover’s perineum. It’s harder, warm, a bulge of flesh between his thighs stretching from his balls to his ass. And by the sound of the other teenager’s groans, just as sensitive. He can feel the way Rin throbs against him, drinks in the sounds of his sobbing breaths, the ones he fails to muffle despite biting into his own wrist (don’t bleed yourself, babe). And then it all breaks.
Sousuke’s teal eyes lock onto Rin’s body, staring with an intense desire to see every single moment. Muscles contract beneath pale skin, they bulge and ripple as his entire body seizes up, and strain with his arching stretch. Fingers fist into the sheets, knuckles whitening even further, and Sousuke almost crumbles as he feels the swimmer’s calves tighten against his shoulders, knowing his toes are curling in the air behind him as his feet roll on his ankles in midair. Everything burns into his mind and sight, even his god’s flushed, beautiful face turning away from him to scream silently off to the side. Abs harden, convulsing in telltale clenches that flex his stomach and squeeze his hips with incriminating constrictions. And the damp material of Rin’s boxer briefs abruptly blooms even darker, moonlight gleaming off the slick load filling the tight space between flesh and fabric. His climax… Rin’s climax…
He just made his best friend cum.
Sousuke’s mouth lies halfway parted, breath frozen in his throat as he watches the miracle unfold in front of him. He’s… never seen a sight like this before. Never seen Rin like this before. Never seen drops of cum leak into the pool of sweat between the crosses amid his abs. The way his thighs strain and then relax as his convulsions die down. Never seen him look so… dirty… and beautiful at the same time. He’s not mouthing Rin’s shin anymore, not even breathing, his eyes chained to his best friend’s sex-glazed, climax-winded portrait below him.
It'll be a few before his brain can kick back in.]
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Not that he’s any better off than Rin right now. He’s flustered, his heart’s slamming a million miles an hour in his chest, and his arms and legs are trying not to shake as he makes one motion after another. Sousuke pushes forward because he doesn’t want to end up sitting in the bed, cross legged and fidgeting in front of the one guy in the world he hates showing any sort of weakness or vulnerability to (the same one who ironically probably knows them all anyways). Someone has to take control right not and move forward. And he’s not ashamed or afraid to be that one. Rin will, just like him, catch up soon enough. It’s how they work together, one leading, the other following, until the latter brings his pace equal and often takes the lead, whereupon the roles reverse and it all starts over again. It’s… an attractive thing in Sousuke’s opinion. Kind of like Rin’s now-bared legs resting over his shoulders, trembling and flexing as he runs his hands up and down their sleek length.
And probably should’ve said something. Again. Rin’s exclamation yanks his attention off his current distraction—his best friend’s leg—and Sousuke locks onto the swimmer’s motions. Arms up, fingers digging into the sheets, creating radiating lines that scratch and drag at the fabric. He throat constricts and a rush of arousal and attraction swarm through his veins at the sight of Rin’s wanton, pleasured display. Seriously, does the guy even know how attractive he looks like this? (No, Rin’s not done anything to deserve getting pushed off the bed. Yet.) But it’s pretty obvious he’s suddenly aware of just how close he is to being naked… and that’s a hell of a turn on.
Look, even if he’s pretty well-endowed, that doesn’t mean he’s going to be bursting out of his clothes, dammit! He only does that when someone tries to squeeze him into shirts ten sizes too small for his pecs. Thank you. (But really, his pants and boxer briefs are feeling quite uncomfortable regardless. If he weren’t so focused on Rin, he’d have stripped out of the constricting material long before now.)
Sheets hiss and Sousuke turns his head again, eyes staying at the corners to watch his best friend writhing on the bed in pleasure. Lips skirt the flesh covering Rin’s calf, resting on his shoulder within reach of his mouth. It’s almost instinctive, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His shoulder flexes beneath the weight of Rin’s lower leg as the other boy squeezes him as best he can without ending up sliding his knee over his collar. He really is gorgeous like this, lines of sweat wandering down the sculpted sleekness of his torso, beads quivering silver in the moonlight atop his fair skin. Rin may want to find a way out of the heat consuming him, but Sousuke has no intention of letting him escape. Not when he’s this pent up, this needing to release the buildup pounding inside his hips. It’s when he sees Rin’s head tilt back, the cords of his neck tighten, and the rush of pleasure smooth over his face that Sousuke knows he’s won.
His breathing’s hotter, heavier, pumping from his chest with every thrust Sousuke grinds against his best friend’s ass. There’s a sudden jerk and the blankets and sheets abruptly sink inward at one corner, bunching around Rin’s shoulder in a visceral display of lust. They’re going to wreck this bed… Not that it stops him. Sousuke’s face burns from the mixture of sensations and he works his hips upward, adding an instinctive roll that gyrates his groin into the twin globes. Pressing hard enough the leaking tip of his cock, tangible as a sticky bulge against Rin’s skin, ruts right between his cheeks… right into the softer tightness hidden there. Pressing and nudging into his best friend’s hole. Sousuke has a split second of decision, of utter disbelief they’ve come this close as partners, friends, now lovers… And right then, Rin has to say the most ludicrous thing he’s said all night. Hang on… It’s as impossible as Sousuke’s request the Rin “calm down” earlier!]
No. [Maybe he’ll apologize later for flagrantly disobeying… but he doubts Rin has a problem with it. Not with the way his shoulders are hiking upward and the entire toned plain of his torso arch upward off the bed, spine curving in a breath-taking arch. It’s one thing to note Rin’s flexibility when they’re stretching on the floor beside the pool. It’s completely another when Rin’s practically naked and drenched in sweat on their bed. Without thinking beyond sensation, Sousuke presses forward in one, smooth, firm grind. The head of his cock glances over Rin’s hole and glides a slick, heavy trail onto his lover’s perineum. It’s harder, warm, a bulge of flesh between his thighs stretching from his balls to his ass. And by the sound of the other teenager’s groans, just as sensitive. He can feel the way Rin throbs against him, drinks in the sounds of his sobbing breaths, the ones he fails to muffle despite biting into his own wrist (don’t bleed yourself, babe). And then it all breaks.
Sousuke’s teal eyes lock onto Rin’s body, staring with an intense desire to see every single moment. Muscles contract beneath pale skin, they bulge and ripple as his entire body seizes up, and strain with his arching stretch. Fingers fist into the sheets, knuckles whitening even further, and Sousuke almost crumbles as he feels the swimmer’s calves tighten against his shoulders, knowing his toes are curling in the air behind him as his feet roll on his ankles in midair. Everything burns into his mind and sight, even his god’s flushed, beautiful face turning away from him to scream silently off to the side. Abs harden, convulsing in telltale clenches that flex his stomach and squeeze his hips with incriminating constrictions. And the damp material of Rin’s boxer briefs abruptly blooms even darker, moonlight gleaming off the slick load filling the tight space between flesh and fabric. His climax… Rin’s climax…
He just made his best friend cum.
Sousuke’s mouth lies halfway parted, breath frozen in his throat as he watches the miracle unfold in front of him. He’s… never seen a sight like this before. Never seen Rin like this before. Never seen drops of cum leak into the pool of sweat between the crosses amid his abs. The way his thighs strain and then relax as his convulsions die down. Never seen him look so… dirty… and beautiful at the same time. He’s not mouthing Rin’s shin anymore, not even breathing, his eyes chained to his best friend’s sex-glazed, climax-winded portrait below him.
It'll be a few before his brain can kick back in.]