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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.]
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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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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More than anything, Sousuke’s grateful for it. For Rin.
So then… what now? There’s something brand new in front of them, a path that’s full of silly stumbling and confusing twists and turns, all amid that romantic ideology Rin exudes. Is this anything like the other teenager’s thought of during his life? A snow-dusted fantasy where their reflections kiss beneath a park stream’s bridge? A fire-lit touch sneaked behind a dinner for two? An accidental connection between two college dormmates who happened to look up from the bottom bunk at the same time as the other leaned over the edge to ask a question? Sousuke’s not sure he has his own expectations; his memories gone, he has only his time here with Rin to go on. But… there are some things.
Like… for one… he hoped—
knew—his first would be with Rin. The when and where’s hadn’t really mattered. Pool in the afternoon, bed at night, sakura grove in the morning, kitchen at evening. But it would be with Rin… and Sousuke’d be the one to instigate it. For all his precious friend’s romantic thoughts, he really is a hopeless idiot. What happened after, he never knew what to expect. From tears to yells to laughter to a punch on theshoulderjaw. Small vague things, tender things he thought would be best. Details didn’t matter, he didn’t dream of his first kiss, only knew one day it would happen. And he simply wanted it to be with someone he really cared for.A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a stupid, foolish fluttering feeling embarrassing his stomach and chest. Looks like he got his hopes.
The pink petal-shaped flush beneath his eyes doesn’t go away. Especially not with his internal thoughts and feelings, and the sensation of a soft thumb rubbing gentle over the back of his hand. If he were standing up, he’d probably rub at his neck and look away. But he’s lying down and he’s already looked away. So… Rin gets to see the rare color on his skin. It’s fair. Self-conscious, but fair. Rin knows he’s blushing anyways. Probably tease him about it quietly if he didn’t show him sooner or later. It feels… strange, in a nice way, to experience such a thing with Rin. From the weight of his body so close to his own to the small connections of warmth shared between their arms and legs. Until their… third? Third kiss. Three in one night.
Is this going too fast? Does he care? Rin’s touch sends those stupid butterflies from his stomach to every damn part of his body. Face, chest, shoulders, hands, feet, back, neck, heart… hips. It’s not some dream; it’s real and Sousuke’s happy it is. He was just one, little soul, lost and shivering after his death, with nothing to look forward to but a day before fading away into nothing forever. Instead, a warm hand, a tear-stained face with clear red eyes, reached out for him with an invitation to “let me give you life.” Out of millions of others… Sousuke was Rin’s. Rin, who told him he was special, who protected him and gave him purpose, who made mistakes and encouraged him to laugh, who struggled and shared his pain with him… a normal, teenage boy like him…
To me, you’re perfect. You’re my reason to live, Rin.
Oy… What number is this? Wait, how many times has Rin kissed him all of a sudden? Sousuke hears the gentle break between them, a puff of breath covering glossy lips. The muscles in his calf twitch as Rin’s foot shifts against his own, tender skin between his ankle and Achille’s tendon glowing in a warmt tickle as it’s brushed over. He’s pulling at his leg and Sousuke lifts, climbing Rin’s lower limb until his knee bends and their so close together, their heartbeats are audible. Sousuke feels the pause mid-kiss, feels eyes on his face, and fingers catching at the collar of his shirt. Not accidental. Because it’s pulling, opening his shirt in a descending V over his chest. The slope of his collarbones becoming visible in the light, sliding below his throat to direct attention towards the flat of his sternum flanked between his strong pectorals. (
URUSEI! You buy his clothes; if a button pops off, it’s cause you stuffed him into a size too small! … stupid question indeed. Now wipe off your drool.)Sousuke breaks the kiss completely this time, leaving him breathing soft and heavy against Rin’s mouth. The new air on his chest seems to freeze and burn at the same time. He feels hot and cold, and his shirt and vest are suddenly annoying. Teal eyes open… and find Rin’s eyes plunged down below his face. … looking at his half-exposed chest? That’s his guess anyways. Especially when the embarrassed mumble comes floating up from below his chin. Sousuke blinks at the confession, a tiny sound of whatever coming from his lips. Now? And yet… it’s perfectly Rin. Charming.
He pulls his free hand back, slips it between them, and gently takes Rin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, pad brushing below his bottom lip and index curled against the soft skin below his chin. With a tender lift, Sousuke encourages Rin to raise his head and look back at him, teal eyes warm and just a tiny bit nervous as well.] Guess that makes us even… [It’s not like he’s got any more experience than Rin. Even less, considering his memory loss. But…] So, is this the part where I say “don’t stop, Rin”?
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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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When had this started? The thought of kissing his best friend never entered his mind when they stepped out to dinner this evening. Absent from their conversation above the river in their private little room. And yet, when Rin’s voice rose, when his eyes teared up, and things felt like they were going to pull apart at the seams… he kissed him. Can he really say he’s been harboring the desire to kiss Rin? Sousuke’s not sure. He can’t say he’s never had the passing thought about what his best friend’s lips would feel like. But… nothing serious or anything to dwell on. And yet, he’d kissed him. Because he likes Rin. It’s amusing that he’s mildly surprised at that; they’ve already gone through so much together that anyone outside “them” would probably assume they’re a couple. Easily. But only just now has Sousuke realized his own attraction.
Kind of sad. After all… there are many things he likes about Rin. His swimming skills naturally captivated Sousuke, enabling the taller boy to break past his own boundaries to swim again. But beyond that, Sousuke admires Rin. His perseverance and drive, his emotions that he’s not afraid to show to the world, the natural light and warmth he radiates that draw people to him, his fiery temper and charismatic personality, an amazing young man that makes people look twice no matter what he’s doing. Sousuke naturally carries himself well, but… there are times when he lowers his pride and admits that he relies on Rin. To light the fire inside him, to catch his arm and stop him from blindly powering forward, to remind him of the importance of his own dreams.
Sousuke likes to think he’s whole, but in reality, he’s half… and Rin completes him.
Even like this, flush-faced and sweating, eyes glistening with lips half parted, Sousuke finds Rin charming… alluring. Left to his own devices, the red-haired swimmer would’ve drown with his head down in Sousuke’s chest. It’s probably selfish of him, but he’s not willing to surrender those red eyes yet. He wants to see, wants to lift Rin’s head to see his eyes again. The emotions he loves seeing on Rin’s face are as clear as ever as he whispers those tender words to him, a mixture of teasing and calming all at once. Don’t look away… I want to be here with you. How can he be anything but gentle? A strong as muscle, as hot as fire, as tender as sakura petals… his Rin.
Sousuke’s breath catches silently as he meets Rin’s eyes once more. His red gaze arrests him effortlessly, earning a soft swallow as he wonders just how easy it would be to drown within his partner’s gaze. Wet but not crying, black pupils wide from his own heat, a glaze of unfocused attention absorbing his entire face rather than a single point. Even a single aspect is enough to leave Sousuke unconsciously gazing at Rin’s face across the breakfast table; so many all at once in this heated atmosphere? It really is getting harder to breathe right now.
The butterflies in his stomach erupt upwards, swarming through Sousuke’s chest and pressing to his ribs. Fanning the beat of his heart till it’s racing in time with the thrum pounding in the chest flush to his. An exposed chest, laid bare between the open curtains of Rin’s shirt, rending Sousuke secretly envious of what’s obviously a far cooler state than his own half-open coverings. But his envy’s no match for his attraction and he’s far too lost in gazing at Rin’s face and chest to think of himself. They’re so close now, closer than they’ve ever been. Not physical distance, but… something deeper, more intimate. The poignant moment when the fabric they normally cover themselves in ultimately slides away. Though the swimmers’ skintight legskins leave very little to the imagination, in addition to accidental slips or to and from’s the bathroom and shower, the reality that this moment is moving towards that most visceral moment between two people…
Sousuke blinks as fingers tighten on his hand and he’s well aware of the tip of his thumb brushing between the partition of Rin’s lips. A warm breath washes over his skin, his eyes drop from red and fall onto the glossy rims of Rin’s mouth as they part around his flesh, and with a gentle flash of white, Sousuke’s hooked. A single bite… and it takes hold of his heart as easily as the first sharp point imprints on the pad of his thumb. Flesh curves, the sharp edge pricking a pinpoint of sensation in his nerves. His focus sweeps down to that singular instance as the tip of his thumb is met with the lifted warmth of a molten tongue.
Perhaps it’s as irrational as Sousuke initially kissing Rin in the part. But… there’s no resistance from him or urge to pull back. Rin’s mouth is warm, the fourfold sensation of torrid breath, soft lips, sharp tooth, and heated tongue threatening to melt his mind without hesitation. It’s only a second or two before Sousuke summons his muscles. Tendons pull, skin stretches, and the taller swimmer silently presses his thumb down. His skin dents further on Rin’s tooth, turning the pinprick into a sharp point. A pixel of icy heat joins them together, a cone of tender pain surrounding it, and he wants to push harder, surge forward, until something breaks… and it’s not only the precious Yumeki that will be Rin’s mark on him.]
There’s no other way to say it… [The words fumble around his thumb, but herald the release of pressure. Instead of a break, his skin’s laved over by the same warm tongue, extending the sensations the tip of his thumb’s been enjoying to the rest of his digit. He waits quietly, not pushing or rolling inside Rin’s mouth. But Sousuke’s eyes slowly darken, a soft, glossy sheen becoming jade from interest beyond simple admiration. Their bodies are too close to know where his begins and Rin’s end. Not that he wants to know such a thing right now.
But when Rin finally speaks, Sousuke pauses, momentarily surprised. Anything… wrong? The swimmer’s face melts into a soft, lopsided smile, lips parted as a gossamer breath of bemusement slips free.] Rin… You can’t do anything “wrong” right now. [They don’t even know what’s “right” to do in this instance. If his best friend’s got a measurement or expectation he’s holding himself to, well… Sousuke doesn’t. This is them, Rin and Sousuke, right now. Nothing else. As for that other question, however… the taller swimmer feels his face slowly darken again, the cords in his strong throat shifting as he swallows.
How far? Supposed to? How should he know? And yet… Sousuke lifts his free hand and slowly trips two fingers into one of Rin’s elbow-bound sleeves. Warmed by the heat of his body, it feels good on his fingers and he takes his time gathering tiny folds into the indentions on his fingers. His beautiful god… his best friend… his athletic rival… and his hopeless romantic baka. With an effortless tug, Sousuke encourages the sleeve over and off of Rin’s elbow, guiding the material with two fingers traipsing hesitantly along the frame of Rin’s forearm. If he’s really to answer that question, then…]
Off.
[Both of us. I want to see you. All of you.]
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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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Asides from that, however, he can think of no other ramifications. They’re friends, best friends, partners and rivals. None of those things have affected their relationship as god and shinki. So why should… well… boyfriends? Change it? Che. Simply thinking the question drags more heat to his face and Sousuke averts his gaze slightly. Embarrassing, but it keeps fluttering around in his chest in a stupid-but-good way. Because in the end… I want to be with you. Nothing else really matters. Just you… Just us. How he’s always been the most comfortable.
Oy. Is that really what Rin’s going to look like after their kiss? Peering at him curiously, flustered worry darting around in his eyes. Even if Rin’s made it a secret, Sousuke knows there are times when his best friend admires him. Calm when things are chaos around them, laid back despite the awkward situation unfolding in front of them, impassive in the face of intense emotions. For all that Rin thinks of those things as admirable, Sousuke sometimes worries about them. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Rin, he’s not comfortable expressing his emotions, hates showing weakness. But that’s all on the outside; inside, he’s just as flustered as the red-haired teenager perched on his lap right now. Conflicted over his thoughts and desires simultaneously. But still intensely focused on Rin.
Mostly because if he weren’t, he’d be standing in the shower with the lights turned off, mentally or physically banging his head against the wall while his nerves run wild.
Even if Rin doesn’t laugh, Sousuke can practically hear the embarrassed scoff in the other swimmer’s head. Well, yeah, they can do something “wrong” right now. Someone falls off the bed, accidentally bite a lip too hard (more on Rin’s part than Sousuke’s), twist an arm or leg wrong with all these limb-tangled rolling around. Laugh mid kiss. Plenty of opportunities to mess up. But… who’s comparing them? Who are they judging? They should be free to do whatever they want; it’s their intimacy. Sousuke’s got expectations, just like Rin (probably nowhere near as pink though), but he’d be an idiot to hold Rin to fulfilling them when he’s got no idea if they’re even realistic! Mataku… their first kiss ended up with one of them crying and the other one yelling.
This.. isn’t like that now. Not when Rin’s eyes jerk down and latch onto his hand pulling his sleeve further towards his wrist. A small sliver of his mind is urging to yank the cloth off without giving either of them time to think, but the rest knows it’s a stupid, hormone-fueled thought. Give Rin time, let him know what he’s going for, space to make a decision. Look at him, eyes on eyes, lips parted in a silent breath. He’s here, he’s alive, he’s doing this, Rin. It’s all right. It’s just us. Those words aren’t only for Rin either…
Oy! Sousuke’s eyes widen when the world shifts. Pressure blooms on his ankle, pressing the tendon towards the inside of his anklebone, and he lets out a slight grunt of surprise and sensation as everything tilts. Landing on his back with a soft sound, Sousuke sprawls out momentarily, one long arm falling to the bed, the other instinctively catching onto Rin’s upper arm, skin to skin, to prevent him from falling. The sheets dent around Sousuke’s heavier body, radiating from his outline and drawing attention to his own half-exposed torso in the moonlight. Just like that, it goes still again. Rin’s sitting atop him, butt right over his waist, presenting his entire torso on display. Pale skin soaked in silver moonlight, the mounds of his pectorals and elongated abdominals glowing ethereally amid the rays, the shadows of his torso’s dips and valleys licking dimmer lines over the contours of his chest and stomach. Only made even more captivating by the crystal beads of sweat glimmering on his flesh. Sousuke can’t say anything even if he wants to; he’s… stunned.
”Enchanted” more like it, but that’s way too romantic for the whale shark.Sousuke’s not sure “what” he’s doing either, but seeing Rin sitting above him with his arms around his chest, looking away and red-faced… embarrassed… it doesn’t sit well with him. His heart’s hammering in his chest and he feels his nerves creeping under his skin. If he does something wrong, if he goes too fast… No, this isn’t about him right now. It’s about his best friend feeling “humiliated” and unsure about himself. Like so many times when Sousuke’d sat on the side of the pool, angry and humiliated that he couldn’t even float on his back without panicking. Each time, Rin was there, giving him the assurance that he needed to try again, move forward. Right now, he should be focusing on Rin and helping him feel better. Neither of them know what they’re doing, but Sousuke could at least take the lead. So many times, Rin had caught his hand and tugged him forward into a new experience. So this time… Just… how to go about it without ending up looking like an idiot or sending both of them scurrying for the blankets and two days of awkward silence.
Kiss. Right. A kiss. That’d be the best place to start. But… with Rin sitting up over his waist like this, it’s not like he can reach his mouth for another kiss. Sousuke’s taller than Rin, but not that much. This is far different than seeing Rin’s naked upper body above the unfairly-tight cling of his legskins. This is… intimate. Devoid of shirt, devoid of covering, exposed. It’s off. … Sousuke blinks, and then his stun breaks with a soft, warm breath fluffing out of a tender half-smile. Really, Rin. The most romantic thing to say. Well, the decision’s a kiss; that much is clear. And since he can’t reach it, he’ll take it up there.
The sheets hiss softly and the mattress makes a luxurious sigh as Sousuke’s sits up. Without using his arms, it leaves the cords in his neck rippling, the just-barely-showing top of his abdominals flexing like a chiseled Grecian statue come to life, his very-much-visible chest muscles tightening in an Adonis-like swell as he pulls himself from supine to seated in one, smooth motion. Rin’s not looking—he assumes—so Sousuke lowers his eyes, tracing the sweat-glistening flesh from Rin’s chin down to his neck, over his collarbones, until he’s facing his god’s chest. Flushed, pale, illuminated (well, now currently blocked out by the shadow of the taller swimmer’s spiky hair), and… there’s no other word he can use but enticing. It frightens him for a moment; he’s never felt such a way towards Rin before. But it’s here now… desire. Attraction.
Kiss. Right. Kiss… Without his partner’s mouth. We can’t mess up like this. This is our adventure. Together. Sousuke closes his eyes and leans forward. His hand remains wrapped around Rin’s bicep, so the other swimmer feels the way his long fingers tighten around the swell of his muscle. Warmth touches his lips… Rin’s skin. His chest presses to Sousuke’s lips or is it the other way around? Somewhere on the left side of his right chest muscle, just shy of his sternum. A kiss. It feels different… Rin’s skin. It’s not his lips, something else entirely. He feels his nose brushing against his god’s chest an inch above his mouth. But it’s the first step. Balanced with Rin straddled his lap, Sousuke tugs his other arm free of the sheets and slowly hooks it around the back of Rin’s body, folding it over the diamond of his back to hold him upright. Molten air glides free of Sousuke’s mouth as he lets out his breath, spreading over Rin’s chest like a ghostly fog. A kiss… well…
Guess he’s done step one. Now he’s got to figure out what’s next. Another kiss in the meantime. Another breath. Another kiss. Another breath. Slowly working his way around the small area of skin he’s mouthing. The sensation of his flesh already brands itself to his lips. Heat… smooth… something that faintly bites at his tender skin… sweat… chlorine. But at least it gives Rin some time to… who knows. Sousuke’s still trying to decide between attempting his tongue (sad it’s stranger to go around licking Rin’s chest than it is to shove his tongue into his mouth) or just turning his head and nuzzling his face against his god’s torso (also kind of strange, but it’s definitely intimate).
For better or for worse, they’re walking down this path now. Walking together.]
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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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The “I don’t want anyone else to see you this way” kind of like.And through all Rin’s awkwardness and discomfort, he’s still sitting atop him, nervous fidgeting, lip worrying, and all. Sousuke might’ve considered complimenting Rin on his bravery if he didn’t think it’d result in him getting punched on the head or eating a pillow.No, he doesn’t expect Rin to “lead” him in this path. It’s not anywhere in the job description of a god to his shinki, as far as the larger swimmer can fathom. Sousuke wouldn’t want him to either; neither of them know what they’re doing right now beyond kneejerk reactions and instinctive exploration. At least that’s what Sousuke’s blaming for his “novel” idea of sitting up under Rin and putting his mouth on his chest. The tented braces of Rin’s arms on either side of him likewise encourage Sousuke to curl his legs into a loose cross-legged position, bare feet tucked against the inside of his thighs to give his best friend a more solid place to sit. While he finds himself contending with the very-real reality of being closer to Rin’s chest than he’s ever been before.
He's never not noticed his best friend’s body; from the flexing contours as he pulls himself from the pool to the still slopes as he sleeps in the bed beside him. It’s different though… Sousuke’s not looking at him to judge any changes in workout or diet; he’s not gazing in silent thought that someone like Rin would chose him to live beside. Instead, his eyes drink in details that before seemed purely health-related, objective. The curving line that starts below his shoulder joint and winds downward to form the strong outline of his pectoral. Sculpted by his training to become a sleek divide between the smooth of his chest and the stratus-like ripples of muscle over the lines of his ribs. A body toned to athletic perfection, one he’s grown so familiar with, Sousuke doesn’t have to try to recognize the shape and presence of. This very same guy… I like you. Hmph. Okay so maybe it’s more than simply “like” now.
Sousuke’s attracted to Rin.
So much for caring about getting kneed in the hips as Rin straddles his thighs or his legs going to sleep from having someone literally sitting on his femur. He swears he feels steam rising from Rin’s skin, burning against his lips and branding the sheer taste and texture of his god’s flesh on his own. He expects the started outburst above him, but it’s suddenly “annoying” in that it might be wanting him to stop. The slam of Rin’s frantic heart pounds against Sousuke’s lips, ringing clear through his chest muscle, and he leans into a deeper kiss, pressing his mouth firmly to Rin’s chest until his lips are digging against the front of his teeth. Jaws work, his chin slides down, and Sousuke opens his mouth, hot air scalding a surprisingly-breathless pant over his best friend’s flesh. It’s strange, so sudden, but he wants more… to touch him more. Taste him. Feel him everywhere. Maybe it’s driven by a frantic desire not to fail, to seem like he knows what he’s doing…
Or maybe he’s just that stupidly attracted to his best friend.]
Urusei…
[His voice is thick, hot, mouth moving with the murmured sounds as he slowly draws back just enough to resituate his head. Not looking at Rin—unable to at the moment because his face is glowing hot in embarrassment and arousal—Sousuke lets his lower jaw fall and extends his tongue. It quivers slightly, a bead of saliva welling on one of his canines before falling with a gossamer drip. Right before Rin puts his hands on his shoulders and Sousuke sucks in a tremoring gasp. Sensation flares and his shoulders instinctively round into the other swimmer’s hands, feeling the way Rin’s molding his grip to the shape of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.]
Ri-…nh…
[Sousuke drops his forehead against Rin’s chest, eyes closing as his breath ripples over his lips. He doesn’t know why his shoulders are so sensitive, but they’ve always been so. And his god’s gentle touches smooths the edges of his shirts’ neck away from his collarbones, baring his flesh to the warmth of the air. Until it crests the center of his joint, exposing the first character of that name—of his name—given with a promise so long again. Caged within the warmth of Rin’s fingers, sending another shiver down Sousuke’s spine as he breathes against the other teen’s chest. A soft, choked sound, almost a whimper or a groan, bleeds over the lower curve of his partner’s pectoral, the firm spans of Sousuke’s forehead contrasting with the soft brush of spikey bangs pressing atop Rin’s heart. He turns his head slightly, unconsciously nuzzling at the young man’s chest as Rin’s thumb strokes over the brand of his name, resting so permanently within the flesh of his shoulder. Until thumb is replaced by forehead and maroon curtains spills down over the back of his shoulder. It tickles, it ignites, it tantalizes… As fingers come around from behind and cup his shoulder from the rear, sculpting over the muscle and holding him close, Sousuke’s muted voice breaks in a low, sweltering moan of relief mixed with desirous pleasure.
This is the first time either of them have held each other in such intimate ways. It feels strange, but simultaneously, Sousuke’s overcome with a sensation of peace and longing that dives straight into his core. As if he’s suddenly been reunited with someone he’s longed to be beside.] Rin… [He wants to hold him all night, forever, speak his name like this and feel his touch. Thighs clench around his body and Sousuke lifts his hips and chest, pressing them solidly to his best friend’s groin and along his inner thighs. A strange, awkward embrace, but one he wants to feel over and over. What Rin’s thinking, he surprisingly can’t guess right now. It’s about him, Sousuke knows that at least.
And Rin speaks, his voice a tender weight that tells Sousuke instantly not everything is all right. Something weighs on his god’s heart and the poignant request has far less to do with asking about Sousuke’s current pleasure and far more with asking for forgiveness for something in the past Rin’s guilting himself over. Almost pleading, as if he needs to make up for something Sousuke can’t know. Were they in any other mood, the taller swimmer would’ve called Rin out on it and confronted him. But they’re not, and he can’t help but feel some of his best friend’s heavyheartedness leak into his chest.
The bed creaks beneath Sousuke’s weight as he tilts his head, removing his forehead’s nuzzling motions in exchange for bringing his mouth back to Rin’s chest. Lips find the skin over his heart, breath fanning over a patch of pale skin made moist by his air. What he wants… what Rin can give him…] I want… [If he’s allowed to express a selfish wish right now… then…] … you to forgive yourself. [He’s talking to his heart directly, lips moving over his skin as his words emerge.] Whatever you did, whatever happened between us… It’s all right, Rin. It’s enough for me that we’re together.
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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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Sousuke resists the urge to move his legs as Rin situates himself on his limbs. They’ve wrestled before and it’s not the first time he’s had Rin’s butt pinning his thighs. But this is definitely a different version. The warmth is deeper, his skin a mixture of soft indention and hardening muscle all over his thighs and knees. Even more prominent with the other swimmer’s indecision about whether to just sit his ass down or stay braced up on his knees. At least he’s got his arms around Rin’s body, giving himself some leverage and preventing his best friend from scrambling backwards for an even-more-embarrassing exit. It’s weird… touching Rin this much. A fist bump, knee to the back of his leg, occasional flop on or drape over during leisure times, sure. This kind of intimate touching, deliberate and exploring, is completely unlike anything he’s done.
Finally Rin settles down at least, head bowed and bangs brushing Sousuke’s tan skin as he keeps his own attention focused entirely on the other teenager’s chest. It prevents him from doing anything else and making a fool of himself. Like hell does he even know what he’s doing. Kissing around the spans of his pectoral, tripping his lips over the outline of his pectoral, skirting past that one tender area until he bucks up the courage to finally ghost his lips over Rin’s nipple. This same body he’s so often watching climbing out of the pool or standing up from the bed, silently admiring the supple flexibility and lithe strength. He watches out for Rin’s physical development with an intensity he doesn’t even understand half the time. And occasionally scoffing about his best friend’s strict diet despite not having a single issue with keeping his perfect tonnage.
Their voices sound almost like strangers’ to his ears. These breathless gasps and cautious groans each touch of lips to chest or hands to shoulders calls from their chests and throats don’t sound like the athletic breaths they heave when pulling themselves up from a power-strung race. Sousuke swears he’s never said Rin’s name in such a way; such a low, nigh-desperate purr of pleasure and desire is alien to him. Should be, right? Yet he feels Rin’s spine tingle beneath his hands and momentarily expects some kind of physical “punishment” for it. But none come, and he’s left peeking his tongue out against a single spot on Rin’s body he’s never once had reason to even go for. Outside of some teasing “beeping” when they’d been kids and running around outside in the garden pool.
However, something about having Rin draped over him right now, hair tickling lines on the back of his shoulder, his collarbones threatening to press to Sousuke’s forehead, is an intimacy he can’t describe. Excitement and peace seem to twine simultaneously in his body and despite his awkwardness inside, he knows they’ve both made the right decision. To be together like this, take this path side by side. Mistakes, pleasure, embarrassment, challenge, all those things and more are going to be part of their sex life; that’s his prediction at least. It doesn’t matter if Rin averts his gaze or demands they continue this with the curtains drawn and lights off. Sousuke trusts him to make his own decisions. From accepting this to engaging in it.
Touch. The eternal moment passes and Sousuke’s tongue connects with warm skin, resting just beneath the raised bud of Rin’s nipple. He tries his best not to think about it, but that instantly swarms hs mind with every memory of what his best friend looks like. The change from light skin to pink flesh, the slowly-pebbling nub in the center… Sousuke gently traces his tongue around the circle, mapping out the circumference of Rin’s areola, drawing the circles ever tighter until he actively bathes the tip of his tongue over the pink pebble. It tastes no different than the rest of his chest, and yet, his lips tingle as he leans forward and kisses around the rosy circle. A bare close of mouth and an experimental suck before he draws back with a tiny, somewhat-sharp breath. Surprised he actually even did such a thing…
… or because he’s suddenly very aware of something long, hard, and full nudging against his lower stomach. Arousal. Like he even has to guess. Weird? No! Stupidly, attractively hot and stimulating? …yes. That Rin’s getting hard over him, over what he’s doing, drags a crimson dusting below Sousuke’s eyes, and he’s glad his face is lower than Rin’s right now. Thighs clenching around his hips and knees almost cupping the curve of his ass, fingers still gripping and massaging his shoulders, and a hot breath ghosting over the front of his shoulder and chest… It’s only a few seconds before his own pants are beginning to feel really tight and uncomfortable.
Oh. Rin’s confused. Sousuke kind of expects it. It’s not like he knows what Rin’s so upset about at the moment, but he can guess it’s part of those taboo subjects. Pulling away from the words, the larger swimmer focuses on a new path with his mouth, leaving the rosy quartz of Rin’s nipple glistening in the air beside his mouth. Traversing over the contour of his pectoral until his lips meet the flat, lengthy diamond of Rin’s sternum. He pauses there to begin exploring it with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Only to cringe in surprise and sensation when lips find the shell of his ear.] Ngh… tickles… [It does and he tries to resist the knee-jerk urge to rub his ear with his shoulder.
Only to outright gasp, eyes widening and body tensing up as Rin digs his hips down into his lap and grinds. Rolling his body against the spread web of Sousuke’s pants and he swears to god there’s no way his own turgid arousal is going to escape Rin’s notice with such an intimate motion. His thighs harden beneath his best friend’s dragging legs, long lines skimming the underside and inside of his thighs as Rin brings himself flush to Sousuke’s stomach. He instantly feels him, the shape and hardness outlined through the fly of his pants, pressing hot and straight against his shirt-covered abdomen. He tries not to lose his breath, but fails, sending the stuttering gasp all over his god’s chest. If only you knew. It’s the sheer surprise and pleasure of that rolling grind that prevents the words from taking anchor in Sousuke’s mind and going down a poignant path. By the time his brain manages to claw its way back into reasoning, Sousuke’s already struggling against the eroticism roiling through his chest.
Rin less distracts him from the topic than Sousuke accepting his god simply doesn’t want to talk about it. A slip, a faux pass, a mistake. I understand. Something not to focus on for the night. He pushes the words from his mind and resumes his oral exploration of Rin’s chest, alternating between tensing and shivering as the other boy repeats that lewd roll and soaks his flesh in molten sighs. Shoulders tense and roll beneath Rin’s grip and Sousuke can’t stop the quick return of his lips to Rin’s hammering heart. A single kiss and he drifts off again and finds his way to the neglected chest muscle. As Rin’s voice slips out, carrying his name in a silken groan, Sousuke finds his best friend’s nipple… and this time, gives it a few more than just one exploring suck.
Accidentally scraping with his teeth too…]
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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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Yet there’s this autopilot in the very rhythm of his pounding heart that’s whispering, “Touch here. Maybe he’ll like that. This feels good on myself. Maybe it’ll feel good on him. Dammit, don’t just sit there and stare; DO something.” He’s not sure those urges are all that helpful, but they’re making it easier not to sit here in an awkward… staring contest. He gets the feeling that any stretch of silence or stillness that goes for a second too long will result in one of them pushing the other away and they’d head their separate directions for the night.
His nerves tilt their attention towards the grip of tensing fingers, mind picking up each point of their tips pressing into his skin. Instinctively, Sousuke tightens his arm around Rin’s back, the muscles in his forearm cording along the curve of his best friend’s spine. Don’t… don’t pull away. He knows it’s weird, knows it’s strange, but it feels impossible to stop. Yes, he just touched his nipple with his tongue. Yes, he did all the circles and kissed it and even gave a suck once or twice. And he’s not going to stop there. Rin’s body is becoming a strange addiction. The feel of his skin on his lips a craving he doesn’t want to relinquish just yet. Sousuke could’ve been satisfied with one side of his chest; he’d come, he’d explored, he’d decided, move on. But no. There’s an entire other half and center to explore next and he’s not leaving until he’s given each area equal due. It doesn’t help that Rin’s reaction fuel those tentative flames into higher burns. The bed creaks, knees dig into the mattress, and Sousuke grunts softly as Rin arches upward on his legs, the sheet’s squeezed between his toes.
This really does feel good for you, doesn’t it…
Each roll of Rin’s hips drags their legs together, creating friction between their thighs. Skim of material-covered muscle elicits a stuttering breath, the swell of tension in his thighs comes as a result of that breath. The slower pace makes him want to tug his legs free of the crossed position and stretch them out, to alleviate some of the sensations, but as Rin picks up the pace, falling into a rhythm, it’s taking all he can not to collapse against his best friend’s chest. Rin’s made him feel good before, massages after hard workouts (Rin’s pretty adamant about them and Sousuke’s noticed he puts specific attention in on his shoulders). But this kind of touch goes beyond that, shaking his breath and making him tremble on the bed. The accidental bump of his best friend’s hips against his own, driving hardened arousal to harden arousal, jerks a deep gasp into his lungs. Sousuke’s forehead lands against Rin’s chest and he clings to his upper arm and hip for a few seconds.
Electric shock.
Turned on. Yes, he’s seriously turned on right now. Because of Rin. Impossible to think beyond instinct, their words halt and Sousuke’s jaw drops. Hot breath drifts between his teeth, drenching Rin’s chest in vapor. Before he presses forward and deliberately “sinks” his teeth into the meat of his god’s pectoral. Less a bite and more a semi-awkward scrape of white edges down his flesh. Closing the gap of his air-basted skin, only for his warm lips to glide behind his teeth and cover the scrapes with molten balm. It leaves him with an obvious, slick patch on his chest, and as Sousuke closes his mouth, he’s forced backwards a little, ending up with teeth leaving and lips finalizing his departure with a silent kiss.
Rin’s clinging to him now. His thighs squeeze around his waist and lips vibrate against his neck as whines needle into his flesh. A soft pant puffs from his mouth for a moment, eyes half-lidded as he gazes at his handiwork through his lashes. And then tenses up as fingers ensnare his collar and bunch it up.] Ngh! [His shirt hitches under his arms and his pants suddenly feel two sizes too small. His own name soaks into the air in breathless whines and he swears he’s never heard his name uttered in such a way. It sounds good… he wants it more.
Back to his chest, mouth open, tongue, teeth, and lips eagerly assaulting what his mind sees without hesitation. Rin’s tension winds his body tight, he knows what he looks like, knows the swell of his chest is hardening in front of his ribs, each of his elongated abdominal muscles standing out beneath his skin in perfect definition, spine curving as he arches forward and shoves his heaving chest against Sousuke’s face. Probably with the urge to scream. But not that victorious yell of victory after a race… This would be a new scream he’s never done before. All because of Sousuke… Admittedly, he’s kind of proud of that thought. Embarrassed, maybe a little uncomfortable and ashamed at first… but proud nonetheless.
Don’t, he says. Sousuke’s soft “tch” wheezes over Rin’s chest, dismissive and “irritated.” Of course he’s going to be like that. The hand over his mouth…? That’s annoying.] Oy. [Sousuke doesn’t break the kiss, lips moving over Rin’s chest as he alternates between words, breaths, and sucking/licking/nipping/kissing.] Unfair, Rin…
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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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Who knows… at the moment, who cares… There may be an arm thrown around Rin’s back, but for all his strength, if Rin really wanted to escape, he would have without resistance. Neither of them is resisting. Awkward, hesitating, clumsy, curiously, but not reluctantly. He holds him tighter, the long muscles in his forearm rippling against his god’s skin, long fingers finally uncurling and sliding their tips over Rin’s side until his palm comes to rest on his skin and he’s holding his best friend on his lap. Rin’s not going to run from him; he feels it in his stillness. In the touches returning over his skin. Tremors run up his arms as Rin grips at his forearms and a quiet, stunted breath sucks past his lips as hands smooth over the curve of his shoulders.
His gasp melts out in a heated rush and Sousuke’s lungs catch as the touch slinks down over the athletic span of his back. Muscles trained and honed, an Olympic-level perfect body, arches forward and curves as if Rin’s touch is moving him all on its own. The material of his shirt sags in a wide, hanging “U” and exposes the angles of his shoulder blades to the moonlight. Silver beams turn tan skin a dusky pale, shadows framing the cut slopes of his back--] Hah-ah-… [Sousuke’s eyes widen and he digs his fingers into Rin’s side as crescents abruptly sink into his skin. Rin’s gripping right beneath his shoulder blades with his fingers, blunt nails biting into his skin, and his mind threatens to short circuit. It’s possessive, demanding, and yet it feels perfect… like Rin’s hands belong there. Like he’s waited for this touch for many long years.
Thank god his eyes are open; he doesn’t miss the sudden bow in front of him as Rin’s chest shoves close to his face. His eyes race, from one solid curve of his friend’s flexing pectorals to the column of his throat bent and cording beneath his moonlit skin. Head tossed back, chin framed in light and shadow, hair doing that heart-stopping arch backwards to spill over his neck and fall away from his face… If this is Rin’s appearance when he’s feeling such pleasure, Sousuke resigns himself to being both addicted and enslaved. So long as it brings this reaction… The sound fills his ears, a guttural, barely-restrained mixture of whine and cry. Something he’s never heard from his best friend before. Right before it shuts off and Sousuke realizes Rin’s biting his own lip to keep himself quiet.
Hn, he’s not about to let that last long. It hurts, but he pulls his eyes from the first-time sight and returns to the kiss-marked expanse in front of him. Lips part, a hot breath washes over Rin’s chest, and Sousuke takes a nipple between his jaws. Half biting on the muscle pressed to his face, half sucking, he nurses the tender area repeatedly, unsure if he’s kissing or doing some kind of arousal-drunk nuzzling with his mouth. Without thinking, he tightens his grip on his best friend’s body, arm and side, and presses upward. Hips rut firmly in to his best friend’s, deliberately grinding something long, hard, and thick against an equally responsive area. Hips to hips, the angle giving him some leverage to press slightly under and then upward. Desperately dragging the tip of his pants-clad bulge up the length of Rin’s trapped arousal. Drawing back, Sousuek releases the tormented bud with a lewd ‘pop’, a gossamer thread of sparkling liquid connecting his lips and Rin’s chest for a moment. Before breaking and falling somewhere to the sheets below. He shouldn’t… but he blows on the tender flesh, cool air turning icy without thought.
This isn’t about holding back anymore. It’s about encouraging to let go. Sousuke loses the grip on his back, but he gains hands on his face. Just as he leans in towards Rin’s chest. He doesn’t reach, instead finding himself encouraged upward. Teal eyes, half open, lift with his face, gazing up at Rin with a mixture of gentle affection, a silent plea, and soft curiosity. His lips shine with the gloss of his own spit and Rin’s sweat--] Mhn. [And now completely covered by Rin’s mouth. It’s not a kiss… but there’s something intimate about the way Rin nudges his mouth with his own. Sousuke’s head leans back in response to each little push, only to fall forward and move into the touch. Small bobs, little weaves that move their mouths together in the window’s light, tender touches he finds himself craving because they’re not perfect, romantic kisses. They’re messy and hot and exploring and… human. Full of panting breaths and lust-glazed eyes gazing at each other through half-closed lids. All of it atop the steady grind of hips that pick up their pace into something instinctive and growing. The metal click below sounds out of place compared to the fleshy, wet smack and glide of lips and the occasional tongue.
Sousuke’s breath puffs over Rin’s mouth, fanning his cheek as a warm thumb brushes over his own. It brings a faint heat to his tan skin again, threatens to steal his air at the delicate intimacy the touch drags into his heart. Those thoughts… Even if the bond only goes one way, he’s so close to Rin, understandings him so well, the other swimmer’s thoughts flow right in. Desire, begging not to let him go, things he feels and understands in the way Rin grips him, the look in his eyes and the taste on his breath, how his body responds to the hold about his back and side… thighs clenching about his legs and hips. Hell, his pulse spikes like crazy and his breath catches in his throat. Rin’s… holy shit… Rin’s actively thrusting against him. His mind snaps around the reality, the suddenly recognition that their hips are moving in a way that’s far from innocent. Grinding and rolling, purposefully lifting up and running against each other in an incriminatingly intimate motion. And just like everything else about them, they’re doing it in perfect tandem, matching each other’s pace, fitting like puzzle pieces without effort. Each rougher thrust encourages his body to respond in kind, lifting Rin slightly on his legs as he bucks upward, smooth and strong, answering the demanding increase with something as equally as passionate… equally as desiring.]
You… ngh-haa… you sound good… like this, Rin…
[A breathless sound of pleasure drags past his lips, a crossbreed of moan and sigh. Stop me. Such a thought now of all things? Sousuke can’t stop a tiny smile from curving at the corner of his mouth. Simple response to that. Hell no. He’s already dove off the block. They’re in the water now. Together. His eyes stay locked with Rin’s as he lifts his shoulders, now bared and exposed in the moonlight, an rolls them. Muscles ripple beneath his flesh, molding and stretching over his bones as his skin shifts and the hollows of his neck and upper back and chest flex with the actions. Fabric hisses and the taller athlete’s shirt skims down his arms, falling away from his back even further and bunching around his wrists. It’s still locked and buttoned halfway, ending up scrunched about the lower half of his stomach, but it’s enough to finally be free halfway. Enough to move one arm and reach around in front. Enough to find the one thing not quite warm yet.
Ziiiiip
Enough to slowly drag down his best friend’s zipper.]
Let's go further, Rin.
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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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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.
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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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… but he’s never looked at him like this. It’s consuming, desiring, wanting nothing more than to memorize the shape of his body with his fingers, the places that make him twitch or hike his breath with a touch, the expression on his face as Sousuke—for once—drags him forward down this unexplored path. It’s not swimming. But it’s something equally passionate. Something he finds himself desiring just the same as the steady rhythm of his best friend powering through the water beside him. There’s no slowing down. He attacks one place after another, assaulting his nipples until they’re so sensitive a flick of his tongue feels of whip strikes, kissing and sucking on his pectorals until rubies in the shape of his mouth well up no his flesh and promise to be there long after tomorrow morning. Even if Rin had gasped out a plea to slow down, Sousuke wouldn’t have heard. There’s a hunger here he dares not interfere with. And knowledge… Expect to get some comments about those nipples, Rin. Erogenous zones, hm…
But ultimate he abandons the torment, releasing Rin’s chest with saliva-slick kisses that trail gossamer strands from his mouth to his best friend’s flushed skin. That abrupt, almost ferocious pitch upward almost throws Sousuke off and he jerks back with a slight grunt of surprise. Though it doesn’t stop his hand from making fast work of that annoying fly. Fanning it open with his fingers, exposing the dampened material beneath that’s covering the other athlete’s obviously oozing arousal. It’s so tempting to lower his hand, to drop his palm until the heel finds the most sensitive part of Rin’s body and touches him—really touches him. This isn’t a fistbump, this isn’t even a one-armed embrace. This is… intimate. Far more intimate than anything they’ve ever done before. He could stop… No, he can’t stop. Stopping is an action that’s been forfeit long ago.
That natural motion happens, Rin’s hips do some kind of miracle that brands itself on Sousuke’s mind forever, and they go right over the edge. His fingers lose the hold on his pants’ hem and instead settle on the oozing fabric of Rin’s waistband. Loose, wet, improperly fitting, who knows? What they are is in the way. The sheets hiss beneath toes and heels, Sousuke’s aware of the swimmer’s long legs extending behind him, seeing in his mind the cords of his muscles and the toned limbs he’s watched beneath the skin-tight legskins as Rin swims. Damn those attractive legs… It’s too bad his attention’s arrested by hips shimmying in his lap, Rin’s hovering rear sashaying from side to side in little motions to work his pants further down his hips and thighs.
Revealing the slope of his pelvic V, twin lines Sousuke’s so used to seeing the tops of because apparently he and Rin can’t be bothered to keep their pants up above the comforting low-cut line of their swimsuits. Rin’s flexibility makes the motions easy and smooth, stealing his focus one after another as the moonlight ghosts over each inch of exposed, fair skin. The shadows play cruel games in his eyes, highlighting the dips nad curves of his abdominal muscles and the cut of his pelvis, all the way to the swollen bulge of his drooling arousal trapped beneath the smothering band of his boxer briefs. And everything comes back to life when Rin drops and Sousuke bounces a little as his best friend falls on his semi-crossed legs beneath him, calves firming beneath the other boy’s weight. This… is an intimate position. The shape of Rin’s legs on either side of him, knees tented so that he could effortlessly take hold of his legs and push them upward if he wanted…
Yours too. Sousuke blinks, as if not understanding it for a moment. But then it dawns and a breathy little “heh” ghosts from his lips. Such an eager guy.] In a moment. You’re only halfway done. [Without daring to give Rin time to ask, Sousuke reaches down and hooks his fingers under his best friend’s tented knees. He feels the tendons sharp and cabled beneath his flesh, fingers tracing over the tender skin, unable to simply grip and move without absorbing some of this detail. Then tightens his grip. The larger swimmer’s biceps pump under his tan skin, swelling as he pulls upward and lifts Rin’s legs from the bed. There’ll be yelling, maybe even a shriek, probably a kick in the head (he’s going to try and duck if it happens). But either way, Sousuke’s getting Rin’s limbs upward, tugging his feet from the sheets.
He reaches halfway, ankles bobbing beside his shoulders, and quickly inverts his grip from a pulling hook to a pushing cup. Rin’s ass is even more snugly fitted in the crux of Sousuke’s lap, pressing flush to the larger swimmer’s throbbing arousal. He’s suffering behind his pants too, but Rin first.] Put your feet on my shoulders. [And don’t kick him in the face, please, bae… He’s being sexy, right? Once he’s got Rin braced, he’s going to take hold of the knee-bound hem and fully strip those annoying pants clean off his best friend’s legs. You know, provided he’s got the chance. And Rin’s butt doesn’t keep grinding into his dick.]
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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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What a shame Rin’s too addictive for him to stop. Attraction, desire, a determination not to slow down now that they’ve finally come this far, those are the things pumping through his veins as he moves his hand into Rin’s fly and massages the material open further. He is eager. Embarrassingly so. But he contains it enough to give Rin at least some preparation for what he wants. The curve of his stomach speaks to Rin’s desire for warmth and Sousuke gives it to him without hesitation, the same desire to feel skin to skin pressing flush to his best friend’s stomach. He only helps as Rin takes what could’ve been a simple procedure and turns it into a hectic, passionate mess of yanking at his clothes and baring more of his body. Each motion sends Sousuke’s heart throbbing with an increased heat and the normal ice in his calm, teal eyes is already a dark, rolling boil of passion. God damn, he wants this more than he’s wanted anything as far back as he can remember. Maybe Rin isn’t thinking about seduction, but why should he when his motions and energy unconsciously do that for him? If the larger boy weren’t so competitive, he might have even faltered…
Too bad he is. Scoff and all.
He should give him some time, some warning… but it’s far easier to just move him. This time, he’s the one gripping Rin’s hand and tugging him off down the new path. The weak glare at his smug expression does nothing more than prove Sousuke’s made the correct choice and he tightens his grip on his best friend’s legs. There’s no chance he’ll be able to touch this boy’s limbs without a momentary marveling and stroking. Feeling long lines of muscle beneath his skin, the way his strength glides like chiseled water along his bone and tendons, shapely and as beautiful here as they are clad in the black and red lycra when he swims. This development is going to make swimming later far more difficult… And with his luck, Rin’ll have the same problem.
He’d better.]Oy. Calm down.
[Sousuke knows Rin’s easily flexible enough to take the treatment. The curve of his lower back and the bob of his legs in his hands give him a heady sensation of being quite in control of his best friend’s body. This is probably why Rin’s so eager to physically assault him for so many things. “Assault” used teasingly there, of course. Is it because Sousuke’s always been bigger than him, that he puts on more muscle easier and grows stronger, that Rin gets such pleasure out of “dominating” him? A strange, but amusing thought. Not quite enough to distract him from the sexy pair of legs flanking his shoulders, but it’s a quick little distraction.
No warning. Honestly, if he’d warned him, Rin’d just sputter something and probably lock up—or worse, wrap his legs around Sousuke’s waist in a death grip and make this a lot harder than it had been. Sure, the playful thought to give the other swimmer’s legs a shove and roll him right over to his knees is there, but definitely what he wants right now. That won’t help anyone’s pants come off. But the reflexive tensing and movement of his friend’s limbs is stupidly attractive. There goes the cherry-red flush on his face, the snow-white grip of his knuckles in the sheets, and the glistening points of his sharp teeth showing between his open lips… and silence. Sousuke’s breath leaves him in a steam-like vapor, hot against his own lips at the feeling of Rin’s ass pressed so securely between his legs. They’re barely “doing” anything sexy and he’s this hard. This wanting. Hard enough it hurts and agonizing to have Rin’s butt rubbing at his clothed arousal. It takes physically grinding his own ass to the bed to prevent himself from bucking into the curve or nudging forward in lewd ruts to give himself some stimulation. He still doesn’t want a kick to the head.
The danger somewhat passes as Rin finally surrenders his legs and Sousuke moves his arms with the other boy’s motions. Skin settles against the dip between the strong rounds of his flexible shoulders and the slope of his collar as the backs of Rin’s ankles touch down right there. He gives an encouraging little rub up and down the undersides of Rin’s knees, stroking the tendons through the bunched-up fabric. Which he proceeds to grip and pull upward. Shedding it over the curve of Rin’s kneecaps and finally getting the constricting fabric down onto his shins. This is nothing like the rubber-like peel of tugging his legskins off after a practice, the material doesn’t stick to his skin and cling to all the right places, and he’s having to take it one part at a time rather than just shucking the entire thing off with one smooth pull.
He grunts only slightly when warmth nudges at the back of his neck and a dark brow arches as Rin’s ankles hook around the back. Only to make a quiet startled noise as Rin abruptly tugs him. It’s not hard, or even forced, but it does haul him forward enough to make his eyes widen and breathe out a soft--] Oy! [--as he loses his grip on one leg and has to quickly grab onto Rin’s thigh to keep himself from folding forward. But it brings him closer without fail, pressing his clothed arousal deliberately between the now-only-boxer-brief-clad globes of his best friend’s sleek ass. His erection throbs pointedly behind his slacks and boxer briefs and Sousuke momentarily regrets delaying his own strip. But no… Rin first.
With a quick motion, he manages to wring one leg of Rin’s pants over his foot and finally gets it into the “off” process. It forces him to slightly unhook Rin’s ankles just enough to strip the fabric the rest of the way off, but he does it quickly and allows his best friend to grip him once again. A little fumbling and “strip” – he tugs the second leg off completely, at last freeing his rival’s attractive legs from their coverings. Where the pants end up, he doesn’t know or care. Because suddenly someone’s fucking dry humping him and Sousuke sucks in a heated breath, both hands clasping to Rin’s legs to hold himself up. Slow circles work the curve of his ass into Sousuke’s hips and this time, he’s unable to stop himself. The bed sheets hiss as he pushes forward, meeting the motions with an agonized length practically drooling precum all over himself. He feels it leaking down the lines of his pelvis, slipping between his legs and licking at the curve of his own ass. A mess already and Rin’s still thrusting. Sousuke’s breath comes hotter, less controlled, and he drops his head to the side, panting against the swell of his best friend’s calf and shin. His own eyes are half open, gazing half-unseeing in front of him, mouth hanging open as hot air oozes from his lungs.
One after the other, rubbing against him, Rin’s practically jerking him off with his ass. And then that broken cuss and the stuttering warning via his name. He wants to stop him, wants to wait… but Sousuke cares for him too damn much.]
Do it, Rin. Come.
[So much for lasting.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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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A soft breath slips from his mouth as Rin finally turns his head back towards him, Sousuke’s face awash in a gentle mixture of awe and arousal. The sweep of Rin’s hair clinging to his forehead is completely unlike the way it sticks to his skin after emerging from the pool. It’s wilder, messier, tousled, accenting the nigh-glow of his sex-glazed eyes trying to locate him in the moonlit shadows of their room. God damn, Rin… He’s beautiful.]
Hm?
[Sousuke blinks slowly, not at all comprehending what Rin’s telling him he didn’t do. Yeah he stopped; that’s obvious. Rin already broke and he’s pretty sure he would’ve killed him to keep going right after his climax. But that’s not really a good preparation for his best friend’s reaction afterwards. Sousuke’s eyes widen as Rin suddenly fist the sheets and does his best impression at being a blushing, coy someone who didn’t just come in his literal shorts right in front of him while lying on their mutual bed. The reaction surprises him on one level, but on the other… it’s pretty pathetic. And he can’t help but smile in response, eyes closing in relieved amusement. (Maybe there’s a sweat drop running down the side of his head, but whatever.)]
Why are you apologizing, baka? You meant ever motion.
[Well, not exactly, since Sousuke’d been playing half of him like a violin for the past few minutes. Buuut, he gathers easily what Rin’s getting all flustered for.]
It’s better that you try first. [Sousuke opens his eyes, his teal depths soft and glowing with mixed emotion. Even if there is a bratty little tease in his voice.] Now I can try and do better than you.
[Yeah like “trying” to have an orgasm to Rin’s touch is going to be any sort of challenge.]
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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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