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山崎 宗介 || Yamazaki Sōsuke ([personal profile] takenwithhim) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2017-08-22 11:05 pm

Let's Go Out

Who: Rin Matsuoka and Sousuke Yamazaki
Where: Various locations on the Near Shore
When: Mid-August
What: How many ways can “Let’s go out” be interpreted?
Warnings: Knowing them, something awkward/cute/hot/feels is going to happen.


[You don’t need to get closer. There’s no more distance between us. Those are the kind of thoughts he’d expect any logical person to think about their relationship. Between a god and his shinki, living together and growing together, how could they bother with the idea of getting “closer” when their lives were more or less wrapped up within each other’s? They already experienced so much together. Their initial meeting under the shower of cherry blossoms and clouds. A strange bond rushing together with every race they took in the pool to hone their skills as swimmers and conquer Sousuke’s nostalgia. Sharing the burden of pain and poignancy as they met with Rin’s father and helped him return to the afterlife.

Yelling and arguing over the stupidest things (and sometimes not so stupid) from workout practices to what’s the best way to cook spicy teriyaki. Bright laughs and satisfied grins as they trained their powers out in the castle grounds or raced through the castle to explore its secrets. Even the awkward moments that keep popping up, from sleeping in the same bed to accidentally getting flashes of nudity in the bathroom… and spending an entire week together as kids. They even got a bath (or five) together already! Anyone with those kinds of events in their lives were bound to be called “best friends” or something like that, right? They didn’t need to get any closer, right?

… apparently they did. Maybe it simply isn’t enough to spend those kinds of times and experiences together. Training, living, growing, learning, enjoying, challenging… Those things are always going to be there and Sousuke’s not against any of them. So then, if they’re that close already, why’s this day having so much fun already playing awkward string through their evening tapestry? Let’s go out. That’s all he’d said when he came downstairs. He didn’t say anything remotely related to the term ‘date’ you know! But… his god’s a romantic sap beyond compare and it didn’t take long for someone’s face to get red.

So of course Sousuke’s surprise (maybe suspicion) lingers on as he steps out of the portal that carries his god and him to the Near Shore. The human realm that contains so many sights, scents, and sounds that bring a round of comfort and gentle thrill to his chest. Rin agreed to the offer. After all that, he’d agreed. It’d been a long time, if not actually the first time, they’ve ever gotten dressed up in front of each other. He’s grateful for the cooler evening air. It makes his current clothes far more comfortable. Turns out, even if Sousuke tends to prefer his shirts open and untucked, his collarbones exposed, casual pants a little unconsciously-lowcut… he’s not at all bad cutting an impressive figure in formal wear.]


Where do you want to go?

[The obvious intent is to have dinner eventually… but it’s been a long time since they’ve gone out to simply hang with each other in such a setting. They should really make a whole night of it. Who knows what else they’ll learn about each other… Who knows how much closer they’ll get.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-01-14 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[For as awkward and uncomfortable as their internal bond as god and shinki can be, admittedly, especially at times like these, the warmth outweighs the negative... and, in a way, he feels closer to Sousuke than he’s ever had before. He feels as if there’s a third eye inside of him, monitoring and protecting his best friend even when he never asks for it. Not only that, but he’s also learning tiny facets he never dreamed he’d see otherwise. Hiding from Rin, lying to Rin... Both now seem to be rendered impossible. Tonight only just knocked down the last few remaining barriers between their friendship and their partnership. From here... Who knows how much farther they have to go?

Maybe it’s not smart to think so far ahead into the future, especially a future so brand new, it’s not yet clear. That said, he’s thankful when at last he can start to quiet his breathing after Sousuke’s shifted his focus elsewhere. Outside, the petals, the shadows. And all the while Rin continues to watch, finding his own personal peace in observing his best friend’s face from a perfect distance. He only knows he’s blushing because prior knowledge of his best friend tells him so. He’ll look away, rub his neck... then blush. Small blushes, just barely visible beneath each teal eye. ... Once more he runs his thumb over the back of Sousuke’s hand, mostly because it feels nice, partly because he wants to understand if he likes it at all.

Understanding his rival Sousuke was simple, his best friend just the same. But this–

Couple. Couple... Is that what they are?

He wonders it as teal eyes turn and meet his once more. Wonders it again as the bed creaks, his heartbeat races between his ears, and the pillow beside him fills with the comfort of a familiar presence. Already his body tells him to sleep (he has everything in place as he should before bed). And yet... Sousuke’s linking their ankles. He’s squeezing his hand and closing his eyes. Leaning in, closer in, so much closer in. ... Rin meets those lips a little less than halfway, his own eyes having slipped shut and free hand ducking under his pillow for some extra leverage. God, he’s so gentle. Part of Rin wants to pick up the pace to make sure this isn’t some kind of dream. He’ll wake up soon, the sun will be greeting them through their window...he’ll find himself in his lower bunk with Sousuke still fast asleep beside him.

A charming thought. Romantic. Ideal. ... Happy.

Experimentally he starts meeting every other kiss with his own. Slow to start, the dull smack of lips against lips filling the silence. His foot twitches against the bed, the grooves in his heel fitting somehow with Sousuke’s, and at some point or another he’s gently tugging with his leg until it’s bent at the knee and their chests just about touch too. ... Ah. Right. They’ve still got their shirts on. Hell, his is practically fallen off now that he thinks about it. Sousuke, on the other hand... Rin’s eyes slip open mid-kiss to find his free hand’s round a mind of its own, middle and forefinger lightly catching the edge of his shinki’s collar between them, thumb trying to peel back the layer centimeter by centimeter to expose more skin to its touch. Ngh... how the hell does his chest fit in these clothes without popping a button off.

Wait. Stupid question!

By now he’s distracted from kissing, lips still but parted to allow air in and out. ... His tongue just barely moves in before stopping and retreating behind his teeth. Red. So very red. Just gonna keep staring down now. Anywhere but forward.]


... This is probably the part where I tell you I’ve never... done this.
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-01-16 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
[For Rin, he never expected to share his first kiss with an old friend... and for that matter, he never expected to share it with anyone in particular. He only knew it would happen at some point, once his career settled down a bit and he could focus on more than just records and claiming his place at the top of the international stage. How, when, where, with who... None of that crossed his mind. Sure, he's a romantic idiot... but he's an idiot. And that means, for all his detailed ideals and dreams of the future, he's woefully unprepared, at least where relationships are concerned. Secretly then, he's worried. It's not as if Sousuke's any more prepared, but... he's always so calm. He'd probably fool anyone into thinking he's done all this before while Rin stumbles his way through his mistakes. So... he doesn't want to embarrass himself. But more than anything, he doesn't want to disappoint Sousuke.

He'd been the one to kiss him first, after all. He thought of it first, wanted it first, might have even considered it long before they planned this night together. On top of that all that, well... despite being his number one rival, Sousuke's someone Rin looks up to, though it won't seem like that on the surface. Swimming prowess aside, there's many things to admire in his best friend. He's headstrong, selfless, determined and all around cool for lack of a better word. Where Rin rushes ahead, Sousuke's content to wait. Where Rin's anger flares up, Sousuke's quick to douse those flames. He knows he can't mold himself into that image exactly, but sometimes, here and there... he's felt intimidated.

If anyone's perfect here, it's you.

Rin's lost track of how many times they've kissed by now, though he's not sure which times he should be counting in the first place. Is each time their lips touch considered one kiss? Or does it only count if they've stayed pressed together for longer than a few seconds? Anyway, with how foggy his mind is right now, it's not like he can keep his thoughts organized. So he just... moves. Doing what his body tells him feels right and what Sousuke's reactions tell him feels good. Seems like he doesn't mind that he's messing around with his shirt right now. Doesn't mean he's going to rip it right off or anything, but it's a start, isn't it?

Ngh, it's probably for the best that he decided to pull away and stop when he did. Too much kissing seems to mean too much heat and too much heat leads to not enough thinking.

He feels the exact opposite of charming after he's finished saying something so stupid, and now that he's caught himself staring straight at his best friend's exposed skin (and his own hand keeping it that way) his face turns beet red all the way from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He hasn't done this and yet here he is, already trying to undress the guy like he's some kind of pervert! Rin stiffens, throat bobbing when he swallows, but before he can duck his chin in towards his chest he feels that familiar touch on his face... and almost immediately begins to melt. No, dammit, don't do that. Don't tip his head, don't make him look at you, don't be so... gentle.

... Your eyes are beautiful.

W-wait, what?

Before he knows it, he's already meeting that warm, nervous gaze with his own, eyes watery but not on the verge of crying, pupils blown and maybe just a tiny bit unfocused. He still can't decide where to look. Where would be most appropriate? What will give his heart the best chance to slow down, calm down, breathe.

Don't stop, Rin.

And as if on command, his heart flutters anyway, hoping to reach through his sternum and connect with the one across. He wants to feel him. All of him. ... He wants them to be connected far deeper and closer than they've ever been before. Exactly how remains a mystery, but Rin still wants to try. They can take the first steps. Faster, closer... don't stop, Rin.

Squeezing his shinki's hand once more, Rin shifts just enough for the pad of Sousuke's thumb to press against his lips. He could laugh. He could duck his head anyway and finally let sleep take over. Or he could part his lips to softly catch that finger between his teeth, tongue cushioning the tip as he turns his gaze back down towards Sousuke's shirt. For whatever reason, it's what he chooses to do, though he has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with how itchy his gums suddenly feel. Ngh. His skin is so warm...]


Idiot... Don't say it like that. [he mumbles, teeth baring down a touch harder before lightening up again for his tongue to absently lave over an indent or two left behind. Are their hips touching? He can't even tell. They're mostly a tangle of limbs. Outside, the cherry blossoms are restless in the night air.]

I don't want to do anything wrong. [But...] ... How far are we supposed to go?
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-01-18 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Belatedly he worries there might be something wrong with what they’re doing, not as two friends or even as two young men, but as god and shinki. When he last spoke to Bishamon, there wasn’t any talk about romance, because there wasn’t a need to bring it up. Not just romance, but... intimacy. Physically, emotionally being so close they’re not just touching, they’re joined. So far he can think of a couple repercussions. He could overwhelm himself if they go too far, too fast. He could regret the entire evening if tomorrow comes and Sousuke’s no longer at his side, gone from this world or taken away after a tragic accident in battle. The possibilities scare Rin to no end... but are they enough to keep him from staying here, touching and exploring his best friend like he’s never done before?

Maybe if he thinks of this another way, it won’t be so frightening. Maybe if he thinks of them as they usually are, as they should be... he won’t want to stop. That’s right. That’s what he promised himself at the start of this evening anyway, right? Right now there’s no gods, no shinki, no ayakashi or the two shores. I only want us to be... us. Like we should be.

He notices Sousuke’s been pressed against his tongue longer than expected and in his surprise he reflexively darts his tongue back towards his throat. But he can still taste him. The natural salt from his skin mixed with the ever-present, bitter twinge of chlorine...He must think he’s strange. He’s losing his mind, he’s acting out of line, that stupid beer is finally catching up with his head. But... he knows what he’s doing. All of it he’s doing out of his own free will. And Sousuke... he doesn’t seem to mind. Hn. So carefree. Rin wonders if he’s going through the same conflicts in his heart right now. Hard to tell when he’s looking at him so intensely and his heart won’t stop flipping, feeling light and heavy all at once beside his own. It’s like some sort of convoluted dance going on in his chest. Sousuke’s emotions and his, trying and failing to come together like water and oil.

Which is why he’s worried he’s bound to do something wrong. His mind, heart and body haven’t all settled. It’s easy to read all the books and train for something like swimming, but this...? What are the steps? Where are the boundaries? How can he know if he’s doing something right? He wants to laugh at his partner for what he says then. Of course he can do something wrong. There’s so much room to mess up. The bed, the room, the entire world have all never felt so big...

... He doesn’t expect the touch, so when it comes he widens his eyes and quickly darts his gaze downward. His sleeves. He almost forgot they were falling off his arms. At first he thinks Sousuke’s going to tug them back up... but that doesn’t make much sense. Not when he’s taking his time, gathering the folds between his fingers, guiding but not tugging until the crumpled fabric bunches up just below his elbows. He’s only managed one arm, but already Rin’s whole torso feels freezing cold, warmed only once he flickers his gaze back up and sees just how deeply Sousuke’s staring back. Piercing teal, jade shadows, reminding him of the deepest wave beneath the sea.

Before he knows it, Rin’s body responds without a hitch, one ankle hooking tighter around Sousuke’s to give himself enough support when he rocks inward and reclaims his position up top, his other leg swinging over while the other nudges to hopefully tip the other swimmer onto his back. Unlike before, he’s chosen to keep his hands out of the sheets, and unlike before he now sits (just a little awkwardly) right above Sousuke’s waist. Now out of the shadows, his skin meets the moonlight directly, already pale skin now white and slightly glistening from a few stray beads of sweat. Fingers stay crossed below his chest, uselessly twisting into his sleeves since he can’t yet decide what he wants to do with them. They’re already falling off, but now he’s expected to push them the rest of the way? How... can he do that without looking... stupid?

Out of habit, Rin turns his head away, face back to bright red, and hugs his arms tighter to himself. Shit. How did he think this was a smart idea? He thought the sudden change in position would give him that boost of confidence, but now he’s on open display here! It’s humiliating.]


Um... [Yeah, they’ve undressed and all that in front of each other countless times. Just... never like this. Should he be slow? Is he supposed to say something... sexy? Ugh, no, that’s ridiculous. As if he even knows what that sounds like! In the end, Rin waits a beat more... then starts tugging his arms free with a few shrugs and pushes. Not the most graceful, but it does get his shirt off, which he’s already bunched up and tossed to the edge of the bed in a panicked rush. ... Back to looking away. And crossing his arms. As if that can cover him up now.] It’s off!

[Why did he say that!? There was no need for it! It’s already obvious!

Once again, the cherry blossoms fall still.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-01-25 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[If he’s supposed to be sexy right now, he certainly doesn’t feel like it, but that’s not any fault of Sousuke’s by any means, no matter how tempting it is in this state to say otherwise. It’s not that he's self conscious about his body. It’s just... presenting it this way doesn’t sit right with him yet. Showing off in front of the competition at tournaments is one thing and one thing he can handle well. This... All he wants to do is sit still and wait for something to cover him up again. Blankets, darkness, anything to distract Sousuke from the nervous fidgeting from his fingers or the irritating way he worries at his lip. That’s not exactly fair though, is it? Not practical either, considering how far they’ve gotten. It’s his job to guide Sousuke along anyway. With training and fighting... maybe even this? God he hopes not. They couldn’t have turned him into the God of Love for this. What kind of cruel joke would that be?

Anyway, while he's sitting here stewing in his embarrassment, the bed beneath him shifts and he instinctively uncrosses his arms to throw them out to the side, hands flat against the mattress to keep himself from toppling over. Uh. What does Sousuke think he's doing? He just flipped them over, so he better not be getting any ideas to change that! Oh... ok, so there's movement, but not in the way he was expecting. It's ten times more mesmerizing actually... and probably something he doesn't want to keep looking away from. Does that make him some kind of pervert? He's looked over his best friend's body before. Memorized his tone, shape, and hell, he doesn't even need to look at his clothes to know what size he needs to shop for anymore. But has he always been this... attractive? Maybe. Probably. Or maybe his sister's cursing him from across the barrier of life and death itself.

It feels like there's steam coming off his skin once they've situated themselves more comfortably on the bed, Rin scooting back and propping his knees in the blankets so Sousuke won't be constricted. Shit, he's sitting lower than he should be though. Can't be a good idea. Someone's legs are definitely going to fall asleep--]


Wh-- O-oi--!

[What's that tickling his chest right now? J-just where does he think he's kissing!? Is he even kissing? Or is it just... touching? Either way, his best friend's lips are on his chest right now and he can no doubt feel the way Rin's heart leaps up towards his throat in shock. He doesn't have much room to move. Can't inch away, can't inch closer. So all he does is sit perfectly, stone still, biting his lip while staring at the top of Sousuke's head with eyes the size of dinner plates. No, still not feeling sexy. But how the hell is he supposed to get there? Ah... ok. There's an arm around his back. A hand on his arm. Lips on his chest.

Rin shivers, bumps forming beneath Sousuke's palms, before he's finally able to do something with himself, lifting his hands up, hesitating... waiting... then letting them rest on both of his partner's shoulders, fingers curved to the shape of each muscle, skin sweaty and warm all thanks to his nerves. If he holds on a little tighter, he might be able to trick himself into thinking he knows what he's doing. He'll feel more stable, less shaky-- Or he could end up stopping when he catches something out of the corner of his eye, black and faded around the edges, standing dark in contrast to his shinki's untouched skin. Slowly Rin smooths his hand over, counting down the seconds he takes in his head, until half of that familiar mark becomes visible between the gaps in his fingers.

"夢"

... He supposes it's better than what he's used to seeing. Red, purple, bruised. The product of years and years of constant hard work and pain just to reach a dream he might never see realized. Rin's thumb passes back over the name in a gentle swoop, once, twice... before he can't stand to see it anymore and silently drops his head, forehead pressing to Sousuke's right shoulder while maroon hair spills over his back. His hand comes around instead, cupping the rounded muscle from behind and holding it close. Without realizing it, he's also squeezed his thighs on either side of Sousuke's body in some sort of awkward embrace, because he can't think of anything to say or anything else to do that won't ruin the moment.

You were alone when you made that dream. Alone when you hurt yourself. ... Alone when you died.

It's not fair.


When Rin finally speaks, his words are soft, gentle, and perhaps a little weighted because of how heavy his heart feels.]


Tell me what you want. [I want to take care of you.] I'll give it to you.
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-01-30 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Bravery? Is there anything about this that's remotely brave?? He might not be failing outright up here, but he's still terrified out of his mind and can't bring himself to look at Sousuke directly half the time. Sure, he's sure a lot of people go through the same level of embarrassment and uncertainty when they do stuff like this, but not all of them can be this blundering and pathetic, can they? So basically, yes, it's for the best Sousuke keeps that comment filed away, never to be seen. You know, unless he does want a face full of pillow and nothing else for the rest of the night.

With more support beneath him, Rin's at least able to make himself more comfortable... though there's still the issue of whether or not he's supposed to seat his butt down completely on Sousuke's legs or keep himself propped up on his knees. Are they allowed to touch in more than one place for a longer period of time or would that be too weird, too intimate? Dammit, he still doesn't know how far they plan on going... In the end, he curses himself as he settles down, head bowed and breath held while Sousuke keeps... doing whatever it is he's doing with his chest. Indeed it's different, way different, from admiring each others' bodies from across the water. He's used to commenting on how well his best friend's filled out in the past month, used to grumbling something under his breath about how unfair it is that Sousuke can put on muscle without blinking an eye. They spot each other in the gym, pull on their arms and legs so they can reach that one perfect stretch... So what is this?

Lips on his chest, fingers on his best friend's shoulders, drawing more than just rapid heartbeats and strange, breathless curses from their lips. The way Sousuke mutters his name doesn't go unnoticed (how can it?) and Rin can't ignore the way it sends an electric pulse straight down the curve of his spine, all the way to his toes. Instinctively he wants to do what's normal. Swat at him, punch him... ask him if it hurts. But none of those things happen, mostly because he's too busy being engrossed by whatever noises those are coming from his shinki's throat. It's easier to say he doesn't know what's going on. It's easier to not put a name to each breath, each groan or warm press to his skin. And yet all the same he's still curious... and maybe he does want to keep exploring until what's strange and surreal becomes "normal." Like swimming, like racing on the same team, like fighting side by side as god and shinki.

That quiet acceptance coupled with his longing to simply cover the other swimmer leaves Rin slumped forward against Sousuke's shoulder just like this, tired but oddly at peace knowing this could be like anything else between them. It might take longer to adjust to, there's bound to be more failures than successes as they learn and teach what they can... but he shouldn't be afraid of that. Like he said, all of this needs to be based on trust, right? He needs to trust Sousuke won't care how he looks away or how quickly he covers himself up. It's all the same anyway. Tossing him a towel after a race, climbing his way up to his bunk in the morning, calling his name across the sea in hopes he might hear... Rin trusts Sousuke with his heart more than anyone.

The least he can do is show it.

With their combined emotions running thick through his bloodstream, Rin's dizzy as he shuts his eyes, made stronger each time Sousuke says his name, and when everything shifts between his legs his lips part with a quiet, choked gasp. Thighs clench tighter and by now he's noticed how tightly bunched up his clothes are below the waist. Will it be obvious? Is Sousuke going to think it's weird? No... those things shouldn't matter. Because they're still holding each other and Rin already promised himself to be better. He'll give him what he wants, anything--]


Huh?

[Despite his tousled hair and glazed look in his eyes, there's clear confusion on Rin's face when Sousuke makes that request right up against his heart. What's that supposed to mean? Forgive himself... No. Sousuke doesn't know what he's talking about. And he shouldn't. Even if it is true.

So with head tilted he presses his lips to the shell of his best friend's ear... and bears his weight down with a slow yet deep roll of his hips, dragging himself forward along Sousuke's legs until he has his groin pressed more firmly to his stomach. Forgive himself...]


If only you knew...

[whispered as he shuts his eyes again. I don't know if I can. But enough about that. Being all sentimental, teetering dangerously close to territory they can't touch. Using his position to his advantage, Rin attempts to distract Sousuke from the topic completely, once again dragging himself forward with a hot and heavy sigh into his neck, fingers gripping his shoulders, heart fluttering so quickly it might as well fly away.]

Sousuke...
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-02-02 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Similarly, Rin doesn’t recognize his own voice either, not just when he speaks but when he breathes or accidentally squeaks out some other foreign noise right beside his best friend’s ear. He wonders if there was something in their food, in the air at the park or if he unknowingly bumped into some phantom ayakashi as they weaves through Tokyo’s streets. Wouldn’t that be hilarious? An evil spirit giving him a taste of his own manipulative medicine. But there’s no magic involved here as far as he can tell. No spells or weird injuries beneath his clothes he didn’t notice before. Everything he’s saying and doing– It’s all happening because his body wants him to. Because it feels good. Because he’s with Sousuke and for these past few hours his mind’s been cruel enough to fool him into believing they never left the world they knew behind. This could be any other night for them. A lazy weekend after days of training and school work, where they can be alone, be together... learn things they never thought they could.

Suddenly I know what’s on your mind. I know what you feel towards me, what you want from me...

I know you like me. And I know I like you.


Fingers tense again as warmth returns to his skin and with a shuddering gasp he almost pulls away. What... is he doing now? He’s closer, bolder, braver... Did his tongue just touch his nipple? Had to be an accident. There’s just no other explanation. His eyes are closed. He can’t see where he’s touching. Rin’s been distracting him with his words. ... But Sousuke’s lingering on that bit of skin longer than he should be, so there’s no way he’s doing this without purpose. Doing so is strange enough... What he really needs to be concerned with is why it makes his body feel like one raw nerve, trembling and exposed, overheating like bare wire. Don’t do it again– Dammit, Why is he doing it again!? Short and soft as the experimental suck is, it has Rin rising up on his knees and curling his toes into the sheets. He really is like putty right now...

Should probably tickle him more for that.

Or he could keep rolling his hips, dropping himself back down against his best friend’s thighs which feel remarkably amazing beneath his own (again, for reasons he either can’t or doesn’t want to explain). He’s slow at first, shallow too, but then he’s picking up once he hears the stuttering response below. He feels good... and it’s because of Rin. There’s a twinge of pride in knowing that, though it’s quickly overshadowed when with one particularly deep grind he bumps into something firm just between his thighs. Can’t be his. So it– Oh. Oh. No way... Did he seriously just turn on his own best friend??

Rin doesn’t know if he should be proud or ashamed. Not like there’s time for figuring these things out when the sudden rush of arousal from Sousuke collides with his own and leaves his brain in disarray. He can’t speak, can barely breathe... at least until the exploring around his chest picks up again. It happens so suddenly. Thighs quiver and clench around Sousuke’s waist as he literally whines mere centimeters away from his neck. Hands fidget, unsure of what to cling onto or how hard, ultimately settling for Sousuke’s collar to bunch up and wrinkle in his fingers. It almost hurts. The pressure from his chest and the pressure from below... both places so stiff they ache–]


Sousuke... Sousuke...! [His mind fizzles, the only coherent word he has falls from his lips over and over like a weak mantra. Every muscle in his body won’t relax so he feels like a tightly wound coil, arched forward and twitching, each individual abdominal muscle prominent and heaving beneath his chest. He wants to undo his belt. He wants to yank the hair tie from his head and scream into a pillow. But he does none of it... and instead continues rutting with quicker rolls of his hips because he can’t calm down. At this rate– At this rate he can sense where he’s heading, so maybe it’s for the best if Sousuke doesn’t see. Ngh, why do his nipples have to be so sensitive? Out of all places! Maybe they should have kept on kissing...]

Don’t– Feels– Mn... Hngh! [Back to stubbornly clenching his jaw. And taking it a step further by slapping a hand over his mouth.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-02-12 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Another guy... That’s right. He’s doing this with another guy. And not just any other guy. It’s Sousuke. So this experience should be even more surreal than it actually is, shouldn’t it? Then why isn’t he stopping himself? He’s sure the normal Rin would have punched and kicked his way out of this a long time ago, called Sousuke an idiot over a thousand times then stormed off into another room on the opposite end of the castle. Frankly it worries him how easily he’s adapting, though at the same time it’s... interesting. There’s no practice going into any of their movements. No books, no movies, no lessons to refer to for guidance in how to make each other feel good. There’s only trust... and a strong bond stubbornly driving them forward. At the very least, those two aspects are familiar enough to keep Rin grounded, and he soon enough finds himself unwilling to unlatch from his shinki despite his nerves. He wants this. He wants to keep exploring, discovering, learning all he can... because hitting walls never stopped them before.

As Sousuke holds him tighter, Rin feels his muscles warm beneath his skin, loving the closeness and the surprising tenderness behind the action. There’s understanding there, quiet acceptance towards the unsaid “Don’t move away” that keeps Rin wrapped around his best friend in something of a protective embrace. To be honest, being held feels even more incredible than the ministrations at his chest. He wills his fingers to wander, gripping Sousuke’s forearms before smoothing back over his shoulders and down the expanse of his back, palms pushing back the fabric of his shirt just far enough past his shoulder blades. Nails dig in here too. Experimental, demanding. He enjoys the way juts of bone and firm muscle fill his palms just right, like they were meant for him... like Sousuke trained his entire life for his body to be perfect for Rin.

Maroon hair spills over his neck as his head tosses back, every muscle involuntarily tightening in response to that sudden electric shock. The sound to follow isn’t quiet by any means. Something between a whine and a barely suppressed cry, cut off after a short beat from sharp teeth sinking into his lip. That touch– No, there’s more than one. He’s holding his arm, pressing his face to his chest, pressing their hips even tighter... biting. He wants to scream. Needs to. But he wants to stay grounded. He wants to see this moment last. Still. It’s easy to cover his voice, but his body will betray him every time. Barely a nudge away from teeth, raised pink flesh remains stiff and sore from all the previous attention, wet with saliva that’s cool to the touch. And even further below his obvious arousal throbs impatiently between his thighs, a full, aching bulge already straining his fly while being simultaneously smothered with someone else’s not-so-little problem. How the hell is he supposed to hold himself back?

Maybe he shouldn’t.]


H-haah... [Fingers curl into a loose fist as he finally drops his hand away and struggles to decide where to leave it next. His own lap seems like an obvious spot. Could finally unzip himself before he goes crazy. ... Rin opts for a less selfish option, reaching down to gently cup his partner’s face in both hands so he can coax him to lean back and tip up. As amazing as his mouth feels there, he really has missed kissing him... It’s not exactly a solid kiss once Rin gets started though. More of a lazy nudge with a lot of breathless panting in between. Eyes shut halfway, rolling back into his head while hips pick up again at a steady pace, bumping forward for the metal zippers to click together and send another paralyzing shock up his spine. Thighs clench once more, thumbs sweeping over the other swimmer’s cheeks in an unconscious, delicate brush. Don’t let go. Let me hold you. I want to feel you.

I’m going to–


Brows scrunch together as his jaw unhinges, releasing a choked groan against Sousuke’s lips. Ah... now this is familiar. But can he–?

Back to opening his eyes halfway, a flash of red that reveals the headboard swaying with his thrusts, each one rougher and more demaning than the last.]


Ungh... mn– Sousuke, I–

[Stop me before I get too carried away, don’t stop looking at me, don’t let go–!]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-03-06 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He's almost forgotten how they got here in the first place. He can barely remember what they did a few hours before, how they were so casual at each others' side as they prepared to set out into the city. Every minute, every second's turned into a vague blur of movement and muffled voices, leaving only this moment to stand out above the rest. Has he always wanted to do this? Is that why he didn't resist, why he can't resist even when Sousuke lowers his arms to give him more than enough room to do so? At what point in time did he stop looking at Sousuke as his best friend, his rival, his partner... and start seeing him as someone to hold, to touch, kiss... love?

Rin's fingers still as muscles roll beneath them and in a moment of panic he worries he's aggravated something he can't see. Another injury. But when he smooths his palms back over, he's met with smooth skin and a broken, shuddering sigh against his chest. Why does that feel good? He wants to ask... but instead he does it again, slower, middle and ring fingers feather light as they draw small circles around hard bone and damp flesh. It doesn't matter why. As long as it does... As long as he can give Sousuke something he wants, something he deserves.

He isn't so gentle once lips find his chest again though and with bolder, more precise sucks he renders Rin into a trembling, aching mess. Thighs clench, nails scratch, and when Sousuke blows a puff of air over the tender bud he rises up on his knees again, his body torn between the pleasure and pain of over stimulation. If Sousuke doesn't want to see Rin hold back, then he's on the right track, tearing down each wall piece by piece, second by second. Can he submit to that? So soon, so fast... Holding Sousuke just like this helps keep him grounded long enough to answer. If he's gotten this far, this close... then there's no use in denying or saying no. He's hopelessly lost in every touch, every word and every sound spilling from their bodies. Another thrust and he tangles a hand up into the taller swimmer's hair. Another roll and he practically yelps against Sousuke's tongue. Can he really sound good like this? So sloppy, pathetic, loud--

Fabric hisses and it brings Rin's hips to a halt. Right. They're both still wearing a fair amount of clothes right now... hell, Sousuke still hasn't taken off his shirt. But it's getting there, falling lower and lower, exposing darker skin beneath ripples of white. As with everything else, he's seen this before. His best friend undressing. In their dorm room, in the pool locker room. Just... not like this. In a new light, with the taste of sweat on his lips. With eyes still half lidded, Rin takes in the sight as it slowly unfolds. He's so... beautiful. Perfect Olympic body aside, there's a certain, attractive glow about his best friend he can't explain. It feels strong, demanding, hot. Rin wants to see more. All of it let loose until there's no hope of turning back.

There's a ruby red gleam in his eyes just before he shuts them and with head tilted he presses his lips to Sousuke's temple. He can hear everything now. His heart between his ears, petals on the windows... his zipper.

Sousuke's voice.]


... Yeah.

[He mutters, the word just barely a beg as he nudges his hips forward. With one eager roll he can feel himself fully pressed into Sousuke's hand, which might not give enough room to finish the job, but at least it's enough to ease some of the pressure. Another hissed curse, another hot breath into his partner's bangs, and Rin's already mirrored that hand with his own, a little shakier but still managing to find the metal clasp and pull... How much further is "further"?

Wherever this takes them, Rin has a feeling he won't last through it for long.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-04-04 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Rin's always been a passionate person. Passionate about his goals, his dreams, the people he loves. Most would say he's the most passionate idiot they've ever met. But he swears when he stands beside Sousuke sometimes, there's no sense in trying to compete. His best friend knows what he wants and how to reach it. He charges through, solid focus and determination, racing ahead in one straight line with no chance of looking back. Admirable, maybe. Dangerous, sure. It's not the best idea to rely on tunnel vision for so long. But at a moment like this when the two of them share the same goal, when all they can see at the end of their respective tunnels is each other, Rin can't bring himself to complain. It's selfish. There's no way it can't be. But Sousuke's never looked at him this way before. He's never touched him, memorized him, devoured him... Begging to swim with him again was one thing, but to see and feel the extent of his best friend's desire for everything else leaves Rin's mind spinning.

Twice he almost tells his shinki to slow down, take a moment to breathe, or move his mouth somewhere else. Almost. Because ultimately he knows there's no point when they've made it this far. When Sousuke's worked so hard and fast he's left his damn nipples feeling like they could accidentally cut the inside of his cheek.

Apparently his nipples are erogenous zones... Not sure if he should regret this discovery or not.

No time for that. He's growing more and more impatient by the millisecond, every last inch of skin a screaming, boiling hot bundle of tender nerves beneath his best friend's mouth and hands. If they don't finish this soon, if he can't undo this damn zipper before he loses all feeling in his thighs-- His body gives off a sudden, violent jerk, pitching forward with a yelp once he finally notices his fly coming undone. From there he's frozen, only managing a tremble or two from the contrast of cold air against his newly exposed, damp patch of skin. If he lowers his knees just enough, if Sousuke dares to grind the heel of his palm forward another inch, if he thrusts his hips to toss them off balance and back onto the sheets... Rin knows what he wants. And he craves it now more than anything. But he can't go chasing it while leaving Sousuke behind. Not again... Not ever again.

It comes to him far too naturally. Circling his hips backwards, arching upward in slow, sensual stretches to help guide those now semi-sticky fingers from his fly to the loosened hem of his waistband. Or maybe these clothes never fit quite right in the first place. If they're falling away this easily... Whatever's to blame, Rin ends up with his legs stretched out long and uncurled on either side of Sousuke's waist, his bottom lifted up high enough off the bed so he can shimmy his pants well below his thighs. Of course, being as flexible as he is, each movement seems effortless, highlighted and glowing beneath the glow of the moon. Shadows help accentuate each divot and slope, one row of tight stomach muscle clenching after the other before he eventually loses some strength in his wrists and plops back down between Sousuke's calves, knees still bent, pants nearly off but stretching awkwardly above the knees. Shouldn't be an issue to slip them off this way though.]


Yours too.

[he pants out as he completely rests his back flat on the mattress, hair fanning out around him like a red halo, feet somewhat struggling to kick and wriggle out of each of his pant legs.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-04-25 10:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He likes it when Sousuke takes what he wants. To grab him by the wrist and tug him along for a change... It should be more nerve wracking but it’s not. Because he trusts Sousuke with his life. Sure, his best friend moves at his pace, his time, but he’s not inconsiderate. And he knows when Rin’s being serious with his demands or not. So... he won’t tell him to slow down. He wouldn’t mean it. And besides, Sousuke’s too invested in marking him up to even hear much more than his embarrassing gasps and groans. Tch. It’s gonna hurt to put a shirt on after this. He’s not even sure he can undress to go swimming like normal if all it’ll do is bring up stupid comments. Sousuke’s lucky he’s good at tormenting, otherwise he’d have more choice words yelled into his ear.

So bold too. Spreading his fly open and pressing into it without a hitch. Rin can’t tell if time’s rushing by too quickly or if Sousuke’s just that eager. Either way, the sudden rush of cold air on his damp clothes excites him more than he wants to admit and he presses forward again for warmth, forcing fingers against his stomach, just barely out of reach from his underwear. From there everything’s far too natural. Nothing to stop, nothing to hide. Flop backwards, get these stupid pants off and curse how skinny they are. Couldn’t care less what touches where or who gets there first (which is kind of a big deal for two guys thriving on competition). If Sousuke can be bold, then Rin can be too, you know. E-even if he’s less methodical and mostly tugging at his clothes so hard they just might rip. Seducing hasn’t yet crossed his mind, intentional or not. Just get undressed, find a comfortable position and go from there. With luck that’ll buy him enough time to come up with a way to torment his best friend right back. ... ah. There’s the competition.

Wait. Did he just hear him scoff?

Blinking, Rin stops tugging at his pants so he can shoot a weak glare between his legs at what must be a smug face, but as promised, Sousuke doesn’t give him nearly enough time to react before his hands smooth down and over, mapping out his legs from below. He’s suddenly aware of how big his hands are... how much space they can cover in a few short seconds. A line of sweat trickles down along his inner thigh before gravity changes its course, forcing it back along the curve of his ass once he ends up pitched further backwards, legs untangling from the sheets and Sousuke completely.]


Ah–! Sousuke, oy!

[Calves tighten, knees lock, and before he knows it he has his ankles in the air, toes curled up out of reflex. It feels like he’s going to tip backwards like this! He knows he said he’d help him, but he could’ve at least given some kind of warning! Rin’s bright red, fingers gripping the blankets beside his head, mouth gaping for something insulting to say, but– For all his complaining, he does feel... secure. In an odd sort of way. Maybe it’s the bed, the extra cushion, having Sousuke’s arms both supporting him from below... Hang on. Cushion? He doesn’t remember there being a pillow in between the– A-ah. Right. With this position he’s definitely pressed up into more delicate spots on his best friend’s body. Red fades to pink on his cheeks but the warmth in his core won’t subside. If anything it flares up, pulling him down and forward, tugging all his focus to the one place their bodies connect most. What... is he supposed to do now? He can’t move. Can’t squirm or kick. One wrong shift and who knows what will happen? There can’t be anything remotely sexy about having his ass pressed right up into his best friend’s crotch!

So then why is he still hard? Why is Sousuke still hard? Seriously, he’s not even using his hands to feel him and he knows it hurts...

... Rin lowers his ankles slowly, letting them drop onto his partner’s shoulders with little weight so his legs will be more pliable in his hands. Braced, huh. He’ll give him a few seconds of that. Keeping him in place, easing one leg out, then the other. Then as soon as he’s free, Rin takes the opportunity to move in, slipping both ankles further back until he can hook them into place behind Sousuke’s neck. The force of his tug should hopefully pitch the other boy closer towards him, or if nothing else make doubly sure his arousal stays firmly in place, the curved underside straining beneath layers of tight fabric yet still managing to feel so stiff and strong between his cheeks. Rin’s boxer briefs hike up in the process, made easier from how flexible they’ve become now that they’re soaked in his precum. Now it’s just a matter of–]


Ahn– [he chokes. Eyes squeeze shut and he slams his head to the side. It’s... different. Doing this from down here instead of up there with his legs around Sousuke’s waist. This feels deeper. Stronger. Like finding the perfect angle will take no time at all. He knows he said to undress to but... let him dry hump for a bit, ok? Another slow circle to the right, working his dick around like some kind of tormented joystick, hips making sure Sousuke keeps his legs open to receive each and every thrust. Panting, eyes open but unfocused, ruby red marks heaving on his sweat slicked chest.]

Fu– S-Sousuke...

[He’s not going to last.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-05-22 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[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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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-07-21 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s difficult to keep track of time whenever they’re together, and Rin finds it strange he’s only discovering this here and now, while he’s sweating in the sheets, the mattress, the room he shares with his own childhood best friend. The best friend who doesn’t look at him and remember. The best friend who can’t find reason to be embarrassed for all the places and ways he touches Rin’s skin. The best friend who won’t stop staring right through him and likely forgetting time exists all the same. It’s true. Whenever he’s with Sousuke, it seems reality always bends to their liking. He forgets to check how fast they’re going or how far along they’ve come. Everything, every moment, every word, every memory... they meld together into a singular, precious experience. Maybe that’s why he’s always been so eager to charge forward with Sousuke at his side, so very excited and unafraid of the unknown. Because when they’re together, nothing else could ever matter. When they’re together, he feels... free.

Even here. Even now. Doing something so adult and wild and completely out of their comfort zone.

He isn’t afraid; far from it. After all, he’ll trust no one else around his body like his own shinki. But inexperience brings nerves, of course, and with them so many sudden and probably very stupid thoughts. What does he look like? What does he sound like? Is he crying too much, is he moving too little? Is he letting himself be too carried away? Rin with all his romantic ideologies can’t help but wonder if he’s over exaggerating every little thing. Isn’t that what pushed Sousuke away in the first place? Getting too close, too buddy-buddy... If he moves too fast, he might risk Sousuke falling behind.

And Sousuke’s freedom always matters as much, if not more than, his own.

I’ll let you do what you want, however you want. If it makes you happy, if it makes you free... then disobey me. And take what you want.

There’s nothing but white once Sousuke finally follows through, leaving Rin arched, drenched, and struggling for air. Thighs tremble from exertion, sweat dribbling down the backs of his knees, and he can’t be sure how long it takes before he regains control over his anything below the waist. He guesses it just... happens. One by one, muscle by muscle. Each one relaxes around his bones until ultimately he’s left limp and heaving in a damp nest of sheets and tangled limbs, both legs still in the air but slumping back towards his chest under their own weight. Can’t taste blood. Must’ve managed to keep himself from biting down on his wrist too hard. Can’t feel any frayed ends in between his fingers. Didn’t tug enough to rip the bed apart. Lips on his shin— Wait. Since when did they stop moving?

He still has his head turned when the blood starts flowing back towards his brain, but soon enough Rin rolls it forward with a weak push. Maroon bangs, damp and disheveled, just barely cover those sex-glazed eyes struggling to find focus in the dark.]


You stopped... You didn’t—

[Realization comes slowly but surely, then in a matter of seconds Rin has the sheets balled up into his hands again, this time yanked up high enough to cover the lower half of his face. If he could wrap the rest of his body up along with it he would in a heartbeat. Because Sousuke’s staring and he isn’t moving and— Shit, what was he thinking!?]

Sorry, I— I didn’t mean...! I should’ve...

[I didn’t focus enough on you.]
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[personal profile] sharkmaid 2018-07-22 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Dammit, can he stop staring at him already!? It’s embarrassing enough to be lying here feeling sticky and cold and disgusting. What’s there to even marvel at anyway? This can’t be anything he hasn’t seen before... Well. Except for the whole... orgasm in his shorts bit. Which he’s going to try his hardest to ignore for as long as this position will allow him. Thankfully the darkness helps just enough with that issue, though it won’t do much more when he can still see Sousuke clear as day, illuminated in the moonlight, blinking slowly with those dumb gorgeous eyes of his... Maybe he should’ve tossed the sheets over him instead. Could save him from staring back.

Or save Sousuke from Rin’s eventual wrath, as it turns out.

He gapes, the red tint intensifying on his cheeks, before both legs start to jostle in place, aiming to smack Sousuke in the head at least once (hopefully thrice). E-Eugh, he’s starting to regret that though. The more he moves, the more... things move along with him down below, wet and thick, already threatening to seep out onto his thighs.]


I-it’s because I went first that I’m apologizing, idiot! But it’s your fault anyway! I told you to slow down!

[Once he’s regained most feeling in his legs, his kicking grows ever more persistent, until with just enough of a tug he ends up with ankles hooked around Sousuke’s neck. Hoping his shinki won’t find any room for escape, he yanks downward towards his chest. Get down here, you no-good teaser. He’s gonna smother you in these blankets... or his thighs... whichever comes first! Well, if nothing else, this does take away from the pathetic flustering.]

And now you’re gonna go off and turn this into a competition, huh? Just how can you do better than me!?

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