[Yes he does, because he knows it’s eating away at Rin’s reserves and he’s not about to let his best friend get away with trying to win. This is a competition. Well, even if it is intimacy, they can still be dorks about it. Sousuke knows he’s risking a pillow to the face or even a purposeful blanket smother, something that’ll get Rin “give up” with some kind of dignity intact. Yeah right. Rin’s too curious about his comment and even Sousuke’s a bit surprised at his own brashness. It’s not like he’s any more experienced than Rin is. Or so he suspects since, you know, he doesn’t have any memories backing this up. What he’s planning on doing is sitting right in his head, half-excited, half-disbelief.
It's too late to back out now; he’s put up and he’s not going to shut up. Sousuke eyes Rin without changing his expression, not giving away anything but his determination to go through with what he said. “Fix it” was commanded and “fix it” he’s going to do--] Ngh! [Jeeze, Rin, did you have to scoot your bum up his chest so roughly? Ignoring the glide of his chest against his best friend’s butt, of course. A moment later, there’s one good rut and the fixer-upper is… yeah, shoved right in his face.
Sousuke stares at it for a few seconds; it’s not like Rin’s lacking in this department. But… he’s really gonna do this. Rin gives that stuttering expectation and the edge is out of sight.
The larger swimmer’s eyes lid and he reaches up, sliding his hands over Rin’s legs and up his thighs until he captures his best friend’s narrow waist between his fingers. You’re not moving backwards. Or forwards for that matter. Sousuke regards Rin silently, his face semi-blocked by a rock-hard, quivering problem. Then finally closes his eyes and leans forward. Warm breath ghosts along the bottom of Rin’s dick and Sousuke takes a moment to breathe in before touching his tongue to his length. Then slowly licks upward, dragging the tip and flat of his muscle along the other swimmer’s throbbing vein.]
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It's too late to back out now; he’s put up and he’s not going to shut up. Sousuke eyes Rin without changing his expression, not giving away anything but his determination to go through with what he said. “Fix it” was commanded and “fix it” he’s going to do--] Ngh! [Jeeze, Rin, did you have to scoot your bum up his chest so roughly? Ignoring the glide of his chest against his best friend’s butt, of course. A moment later, there’s one good rut and the fixer-upper is… yeah, shoved right in his face.
Sousuke stares at it for a few seconds; it’s not like Rin’s lacking in this department. But… he’s really gonna do this. Rin gives that stuttering expectation and the edge is out of sight.
The larger swimmer’s eyes lid and he reaches up, sliding his hands over Rin’s legs and up his thighs until he captures his best friend’s narrow waist between his fingers. You’re not moving backwards. Or forwards for that matter. Sousuke regards Rin silently, his face semi-blocked by a rock-hard, quivering problem. Then finally closes his eyes and leans forward. Warm breath ghosts along the bottom of Rin’s dick and Sousuke takes a moment to breathe in before touching his tongue to his length. Then slowly licks upward, dragging the tip and flat of his muscle along the other swimmer’s throbbing vein.]