thenearshore | Let's Go Out

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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.]

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[There… is that angle too. So many times, he’s been with Rin. Swimming with him in the pool, side by side as they cooked meals together, leaning against the wall and talking over the fall of the shower, laughing about something mundane as they got dressed for the day, sleeping in the same bed with him night after night. All of these things and it’s never once struck him that this friendship would evolve into something like this. When trust became respect and respect became affection and affection… became desire. Even without his memories, he knows there’s something special and different about feeling this way about… well… another guy. Doing these kinds of things with another guy. But mirroring his god’s thoughts, this isn’t just “another guy” he’s touching. It’s Matsuoka Rin. His god. His partner. His rival. His best friend. Since when did he think such things about his best friend? Since when did he find it okay to pull him into his lap, to bring his mouth to his chest, to kiss the beats of his heart beneath his pectoral until his tongue’s doing circles around a rosy nipple?

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.

[He's almost forgotten how they got here in the first place. He can barely remember what they did a few hours before, how they were so casual at each others' side as they prepared to set out into the city. Every minute, every second's turned into a vague blur of movement and muffled voices, leaving only this moment to stand out above the rest. Has he always wanted to do this? Is that why he didn't resist, why he can't resist even when Sousuke lowers his arms to give him more than enough room to do so? At what point in time did he stop looking at Sousuke as his best friend, his rival, his partner... and start seeing him as someone to hold, to touch, kiss... love?

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

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

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

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

Sousuke's voice.]

... Yeah.

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

Wherever this takes them, Rin has a feeling he won't last through it for long.]

[None of those questions are ones he can answer; he asks himself the same thing. When things began to change between them… There’s no way Sousuke can put a time or date on the realization. Even tonight, there’s no way to know when thoughts turned towards this intimate connection. Sure, he can pinpoint things that went into it. The trust built between them, the closeness they reached as Rin helped him learn to swim, assisting each other in battle against ayakashi, flopping onto the bed that one night before they began to share the bed and sleep together. All those things built up this connection, this bond… so why should he try and point out one momentary piece?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Yours too.

[he pants out as he completely rests his back flat on the mattress, hair fanning out around him like a red halo, feet somewhat struggling to kick and wriggle out of each of his pant legs.]

[That passion draws Sousuke in like a whirlpool. Though their start had been rocky and distant, it’d not taken long for him to see the drive that powered through Rin. It influenced his actions, came out in his determination, shown as he cooked and laughed and swam. Sure, the term “passionate idiot” isn’t a far cry from Rin Matsuoka. Yet, when Sousuke’s beside him, it feels like there’s nothing he can’t accomplish. Powerful and driven as he is, there’s something about Rin’s presence that seems to grip his own strength and boost it even further than he thought possible. Ironically, that “strength of bonds” ideal Rin’s always so adamant about doesn’t even come up as being what Sousuke feels about Rin. There are teammates that he feels gets in his way or forces him to share responsibility for wins and losses. And then there’s Rin. Never stopping. Undefeatable. A person whom Sousuke believes will never meet an obstacle he cannot overcome. He’s looked at Rin in quiet admiration so many times before…

… 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.]

[He likes it when Sousuke takes what he wants. To grab him by the wrist and tug him along for a change... It should be more nerve wracking but it’s not. Because he trusts Sousuke with his life. Sure, his best friend moves at his pace, his time, but he’s not inconsiderate. And he knows when Rin’s being serious with his demands or not. So... he won’t tell him to slow down. He wouldn’t mean it. And besides, Sousuke’s too invested in marking him up to even hear much more than his embarrassing gasps and groans. Tch. It’s gonna hurt to put a shirt on after this. He’s not even sure he can undress to go swimming like normal if all it’ll do is bring up stupid comments. Sousuke’s lucky he’s good at tormenting, otherwise he’d have more choice words yelled into his ear.

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

Wait. Did he just hear him scoff?

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

Ah–! Sousuke, oy!

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

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

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

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

Fu– S-Sousuke...

[He’s not going to last.]

[For all his quiet and seeming gentleness, Sousuke’s intimidating first-impression isn’t a lie. Rin’s fiery personality sees him brilliantly shine with happiness and just as intensely burn with rage, a contrast to Sousuke’s cool demeanor. He has just as much ability to plow forward with his own desires as Rin can power through any obstacle. It’s what makes them perfect for each other. One of the reasons Sousuke has no trouble putting his existence in Rin’s hands now. He knows him too well, understands him more than anyone. The demands and protests poking through those gasps and groans slide by because Sousuke knows Rin doesn’t mean them. He might as well be encouraging him for all he implies. It’s amusing… but he isn’t ready to get punched in the head for mentioning it. Yet. Just the same as he’s rather looking forward to seeing Rin’s reactions the next time he goes to take off his shirt. Knowing what Sousuke’s leaving on his body now all be there then.

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.]

[If he were in any other state, any other place, he wouldn't think twice about kneeing Sousuke in the head for saying something so stupid. Calm down? Calm down? What about this is remotely calming!? He's being tipped back without warning and doing something he's never done before, all of it spur of the moment, he should add, so of course he's bound to freak out! And keep freaking out if someone doesn't start reassuring him a bit better. Seriously, tugging and pushing him around so easily... It's not very often Rin bends for other people, too proud and confident in his own strengths and abilities to find anyone capable enough to challenge, but when certain people come along he has no choice but to push a little harder, do a little better. People like Sousuke who's obviously bigger, better, stronger and probably always will be... Rin can't be expected to calm down when it comes to him.

So, in reality, Sousuke's not far off the mark with those amusing thoughts of his. "Dominate" might be a strong word. Might be. Especially for a fumbling teenager like himself, still struggling to keep his legs in one place while his ass stays molded to his best friend's dick. It's obvious it's affecting both of them at least. Whether that's a good or a bad thing though, he can't figure out just yet. More leaning towards good though, since Sousuke's still taking any chance he can get to feel his legs up. Th-that's not awful, he's finding. Kind of soothing. Kind of... hot. And by the time his pants do come off, it's like hot coals on bare skin. It's a welcome touch in the cold air, but all the same his muscles feel too stiff, too nervous, and he worries he'll cramp up if he doesn't put them down soon. Luckily for Rin, Sousuke's shoulders provide the perfect perch, and luckily for Sousuke, there's no painful injuries to worry about anymore.

Doesn't mean Rin's going to be rough, as tempting as it is for a brief few seconds. Just move, he tells himself. Don't think too much about it. If he hates it, he'll stop it. If you hate it, you'll do something else. Right?]

Wh-whoa, shit!

[Suddenly, arms fly up over his head to awkwardly fist and tug at the sheets. At first he thinks Sousuke's really trying to push him over the bed this time... but that's not quite it. Because someone's actually thrusting against him and suddenly Rin's all too aware of just how naked he is, nothing but a thin layer of underwear keeping his bare ass from full on rutting into his best friend's cock. Well, that and whatever else he miraculously hasn't ripped off Sousuke just yet, but, fuck, with how hard he is, how hasn't he burst out of his pants on his own? He should stop him. Slow down, offer to undress him further so they'll be more even, more balanced.

Stomach clenched and with lines of sweat already beginning to trickle down between his chest, Rin tugs at the sheets again as if that will somehow ground him back into reality. Somehow he has to snap out of this heat. He has to stop, he has to calm down. In the end, nothing comes of it, and with head tipped back he resigns himself to total loss of control. Each breath comes out hotter and more labored than the last. He's pulling the blankets so hard he's certain he's already yanked them out from the corners of the mattress. Here he is, the heaven's choice for a god, writhing and wanton, unable to control his own body against another.

It's funny... Even in all this mess, all this newness, Rin's felt nothing but human.]

Ah-- H-hang on... Sousuke, I--!

[Shoulders hike up off the bed when his back arches as far up as the position allows. He feels like he's going to snap in two. He hasn't even touched himself and yet--!

It happens when with a single thrust the entire length of Sousuke's cock slides up along his ass and presses hard against some space between. Not quite at his dick, not right up against his hole... Somewhere halfway. Sensitive, smooth, throbbing for reasons Rin doesn't want to know. A broken sob slips free from his throat into his wrist where he struggles to bite down and quiet himself. ... No use. Rin seizes up with one last breath. Calves tighten, toes curl, cords in his neck strain when he forces his head down and off to the side with a silent scream. He'd probably be covered in something much thicker than sweat if he weren't still covered up down below. As it is his soaking wet boxer briefs take it all, twitching violently as his cock empties itself all over his thighs and soon onto his stomach once a large bead of cum manages to seep all the way through. It gathers up slowly, a single opaque drop, until Rin shudders and it dribbles down to pool right around his navel. It feels... dirty. Sticky. His heart pounds so hard it aches.

And the only thing on his mind, muddled as it is, is Sousuke. The depth in his voice, how hot his lips feel on his shin, the heavy swell of his arousal still trapped between his thighs.

Is he still coming? Did Sousuke do the same? Trapped as he is, it's too hard to tell.]

[No matter how he’s currently “manhandling” his best friend all over the bed, never once does Sousuke think Rin’s not strong enough to do something about it. Confused, romanced, horny, turned on, enjoying, breathless, dazed, and all those other things. But still strong enough to kick him in the face if he does something the redhead really doesn’t want to do. Maybe it’s because Sousuke knows Rin so well that he’s not afraid to being a little intense with him. No tiptoeing around, asking permission to drag his stupid pants off his legs, or even commenting that it’s Rin who’s doing some very intimate things with his ass right between Sousuke’s thighs. He may be bigger and stronger than the other swimmer, but like it or not… Rin’s the one that calls the shots even more than Sousuke. Because that’s who Rin is, the preemptive one who charges forward, always looking back to make sure his stoic friend is quietly keeping up with him.

Not that he’s any better off than Rin right now. He’s flustered, his heart’s slamming a million miles an hour in his chest, and his arms and legs are trying not to shake as he makes one motion after another. Sousuke pushes forward because he doesn’t want to end up sitting in the bed, cross legged and fidgeting in front of the one guy in the world he hates showing any sort of weakness or vulnerability to (the same one who ironically probably knows them all anyways). Someone has to take control right not and move forward. And he’s not ashamed or afraid to be that one. Rin will, just like him, catch up soon enough. It’s how they work together, one leading, the other following, until the latter brings his pace equal and often takes the lead, whereupon the roles reverse and it all starts over again. It’s… an attractive thing in Sousuke’s opinion. Kind of like Rin’s now-bared legs resting over his shoulders, trembling and flexing as he runs his hands up and down their sleek length.

And probably should’ve said something. Again. Rin’s exclamation yanks his attention off his current distraction—his best friend’s leg—and Sousuke locks onto the swimmer’s motions. Arms up, fingers digging into the sheets, creating radiating lines that scratch and drag at the fabric. He throat constricts and a rush of arousal and attraction swarm through his veins at the sight of Rin’s wanton, pleasured display. Seriously, does the guy even know how attractive he looks like this? (No, Rin’s not done anything to deserve getting pushed off the bed. Yet.) But it’s pretty obvious he’s suddenly aware of just how close he is to being naked… and that’s a hell of a turn on.

Look, even if he’s pretty well-endowed, that doesn’t mean he’s going to be bursting out of his clothes, dammit! He only does that when someone tries to squeeze him into shirts ten sizes too small for his pecs. Thank you. (But really, his pants and boxer briefs are feeling quite uncomfortable regardless. If he weren’t so focused on Rin, he’d have stripped out of the constricting material long before now.)

Sheets hiss and Sousuke turns his head again, eyes staying at the corners to watch his best friend writhing on the bed in pleasure. Lips skirt the flesh covering Rin’s calf, resting on his shoulder within reach of his mouth. It’s almost instinctive, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. His shoulder flexes beneath the weight of Rin’s lower leg as the other boy squeezes him as best he can without ending up sliding his knee over his collar. He really is gorgeous like this, lines of sweat wandering down the sculpted sleekness of his torso, beads quivering silver in the moonlight atop his fair skin. Rin may want to find a way out of the heat consuming him, but Sousuke has no intention of letting him escape. Not when he’s this pent up, this needing to release the buildup pounding inside his hips. It’s when he sees Rin’s head tilt back, the cords of his neck tighten, and the rush of pleasure smooth over his face that Sousuke knows he’s won.

His breathing’s hotter, heavier, pumping from his chest with every thrust Sousuke grinds against his best friend’s ass. There’s a sudden jerk and the blankets and sheets abruptly sink inward at one corner, bunching around Rin’s shoulder in a visceral display of lust. They’re going to wreck this bed… Not that it stops him. Sousuke’s face burns from the mixture of sensations and he works his hips upward, adding an instinctive roll that gyrates his groin into the twin globes. Pressing hard enough the leaking tip of his cock, tangible as a sticky bulge against Rin’s skin, ruts right between his cheeks… right into the softer tightness hidden there. Pressing and nudging into his best friend’s hole. Sousuke has a split second of decision, of utter disbelief they’ve come this close as partners, friends, now lovers… And right then, Rin has to say the most ludicrous thing he’s said all night. Hang on… It’s as impossible as Sousuke’s request the Rin “calm down” earlier!]

No. [Maybe he’ll apologize later for flagrantly disobeying… but he doubts Rin has a problem with it. Not with the way his shoulders are hiking upward and the entire toned plain of his torso arch upward off the bed, spine curving in a breath-taking arch. It’s one thing to note Rin’s flexibility when they’re stretching on the floor beside the pool. It’s completely another when Rin’s practically naked and drenched in sweat on their bed. Without thinking beyond sensation, Sousuke presses forward in one, smooth, firm grind. The head of his cock glances over Rin’s hole and glides a slick, heavy trail onto his lover’s perineum. It’s harder, warm, a bulge of flesh between his thighs stretching from his balls to his ass. And by the sound of the other teenager’s groans, just as sensitive. He can feel the way Rin throbs against him, drinks in the sounds of his sobbing breaths, the ones he fails to muffle despite biting into his own wrist (don’t bleed yourself, babe). And then it all breaks.

Sousuke’s teal eyes lock onto Rin’s body, staring with an intense desire to see every single moment. Muscles contract beneath pale skin, they bulge and ripple as his entire body seizes up, and strain with his arching stretch. Fingers fist into the sheets, knuckles whitening even further, and Sousuke almost crumbles as he feels the swimmer’s calves tighten against his shoulders, knowing his toes are curling in the air behind him as his feet roll on his ankles in midair. Everything burns into his mind and sight, even his god’s flushed, beautiful face turning away from him to scream silently off to the side. Abs harden, convulsing in telltale clenches that flex his stomach and squeeze his hips with incriminating constrictions. And the damp material of Rin’s boxer briefs abruptly blooms even darker, moonlight gleaming off the slick load filling the tight space between flesh and fabric. His climax… Rin’s climax…

He just made his best friend cum.

Sousuke’s mouth lies halfway parted, breath frozen in his throat as he watches the miracle unfold in front of him. He’s… never seen a sight like this before. Never seen Rin like this before. Never seen drops of cum leak into the pool of sweat between the crosses amid his abs. The way his thighs strain and then relax as his convulsions die down. Never seen him look so… dirty… and beautiful at the same time. He’s not mouthing Rin’s shin anymore, not even breathing, his eyes chained to his best friend’s sex-glazed, climax-winded portrait below him.

It'll be a few before his brain can kick back in.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped... You didn’t—

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

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

[I didn’t focus enough on you.]

[Sousuke’s meanwhile not thinking much about anything. Save for the sight burning itself onto his brain like a laser printer on paper. The way Rin’s splayed against the bed, his body rising and falling with every heaving breath, the stain of his boxer brief spreading as his climax soaks into the material clinging to his hips and skin. Maybe he should be concerned that his best friend’s somewhat struggling for air? Later, when he can properly focus. If it’s even still a problem. He feels droplets of his sweat leaking down his knees, dripping onto Sousuke’s shoulders and sliding down his chest where the backs of the other boy’s thighs are snugly flush to his pectorals. Slowly he’s able to edge himself out of his stupefied gaze, motor skills kicking back to life from his nerves first to his sight to his lungs to his thought process. Rin’s pretty much a mess below him. A hot mess, that is. He quickly loops both hands around Rin’s thighs, preventing them from awkwardly falling away from their exhausted drape on his body.

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.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[No! This is a part of being intimate! He’s pretty sure at least. Shouldn’t the romantic maniac on the bed know all this in the first place? Either that or Rin can blindfold him, if it’s really that much of a bother. Not that he minds that much, mostly because he expected this would happen after Rin finally came down from his high. Embarrassment, anger, flustered feelings, grouchy words. Yeah, he’s seen practically all of this before. From the sculpture of Rin’s swimmer’s body to the prominent bulge outlined in his legskins. It shouldn’t be a surprise, much less a mind-numbing distraction. But it is. Stupidly so. Because he’s never seen Rin orgasm before, never seen him basking red-faced and panting in the glossy afterglow. Never been so… well… primal.

Speaking of primal. Sousuke grunts as a leg clocks him right in the side of the head, then tries dodging the other one. Idiotically, since he’s still get them practically clasped to his chest. Which might be the best course of action right now! Since that means Rin can’t get free enough to kick him in the face with his foot. He can deal with knee clunks and hard nudges. A heel to the jaw no thanks. And yeah, moving with that mess is probably pretty uncomfortable. Whoops!]

Why are you apologizing for going first?! [Jeeze, it feels like he’s trying to wrangle two long, muscular nunchaku against his chest and shoulders!] Slow down? And leave you backed up? Yeah right.

[He’d probably get knocked off the bed. Or this same reaction. Sousuke grunts as both legs suddenly shove against him, and it’s too late when he realizes the intentions. The larger boy makes a surprised noise as ankles clasp around the back of his neck and a second later, he’s getting hauled forward.] Oy! [Sousuke pitches over his knees and ungracefully half-collapses atop Rin, getting one hand on the bed and the other flat out by his side. With his face pretty much smack in Rin’s collarbones. Dammit, Rin, you’re pretzeling right now! What kind of knot are your legs in?

Sousuke grits his teeth and pushes up with both hands, rising onto his hands and knees above him. Legs still collaring his neck. At least he’s still grinning, like a little shit.]

I don’t know. Faster? Larger? Harder? Longer? Farther? Thicker? … Whiter?

[Don’t you dare ask him why he’s apologizing! This whole situation is awkward, intense and embarrassing beyond explanation and you expect him to give you reason!? Not only that, but he’s clearly being picked on here! Imagine that. Being teased for showing a little bit of his softer side! The nerve. It’s only fair he shifts and kicks as he does. And it makes perfect sense to use his prized leg strength to his advantage by jostling Sousuke around. Just trying to prove a point here! He can still find ways to kick your ass even when his legs feel like jelly.

With a grunt as Sousuke lands against his front, Rin squeezes his torso harder between his thighs, ensuring he has a firm hold before he can start rocking himself side to side and forward, hoping to gain enough momentum for what he does next. Yeah, that’s right. He’s pretzeling and it’s all your fault!]

I’ll show you better!

[Another sharp shove, this time aiming to throw Sousuke’s body backwards on the bed. He still has his legs wrapped around him of course, but that’s all part of the plan. Gotta make sure he can properly pin him down and keep himself straddled on his chest. E-eugh. Though this does mean he’s going to be pressing messy bits of himself where they shouldn’t be going. He really should take his underwear off... Ugh, not a chance. Can’t give Sousuke any sort of satisfaction after being a jerk!]

[Why not? He can’t appropriately address what you’re apologizing for if he doesn’t know what it is. (Plus Sousuke sometimes likes to just needle his best friend and make him fess up to apologizing for nothing.) It is awkward and embarrassing, but they’ve dealt with a lot of awkward and embarrassing things together! From stumbling in on someone showering to accidentally falling into the foyer fountain to getting their attacks off and having to deal with concussive love blast to the face (not a fun next few hours, he’ll tell you that). So of course he’s going to pick on him! It’s in the manual for “best friend” maintenance. As does, apparently, learning how to put someone’s chest in a damn vice grip. Lordy, Rin, calm your thighs down, boy!

Sousuke makes sure he can still breathe, but it’s not the easiest thing to do right now. Never once has he underestimating the strength of those long, athletic limbs and this is why. A dark brow arches when Rin starts rocking and Sousuke scowls at him.] What’re you doing? [Like Rin’s going to answer. But either way, he’s bracing for something!]

Wha—O-Oy!

[Solid wet shoves against him and Sousuke grunts as Rin all but springs into him. He’s up, back on his knees, and suddenly the world’s tilting. With a yelp, the swimmer flops backwards and lands on his spine, bouncing on the bed a time or two from the impact. Then—oof!—gets another warm body straddling his chest. … with a wet bulge pushing right between Sousuke’s pecs. Ewugh, that really does feel weird… Rin should take those things off before he gets his mess everywhere.]

Is this all part of your evil plan?

[It’s pure adrenaline (and maybe a handful of rage) that drives him to act out as he does. Listen, you try being interrupted from potential post-coital bliss with nonsense like that! It’s the complete opposite of romantic! ... N-not that he was aiming for romance or anything from the start. Sort of. But anyway, point is, the mood’s been tanked, and now his experience in bed’s being questioned. Both perfect reasons to set forth and attack as far as Rin’s concerned.

And success! A very big... and wet one at that. It’s not very often he can say he’s managed to force Sousuke down on his own. Usually his best friend has to fall over himself just to make Rin feel a little less pitiful. Just for good measure though, panting with sweat between his eyes, he makes a grab for Sousuke’s hands to try and keep them pinned too. Can’t risk being shoved back over when he has his rightful place up top! He’d be growling too... if the odd feeling of pressing his sticky, wet and squelching mess of a bulge to Sousuke’s front didn’t make him shudder instead. Just ignore it. It’s... it’s not important!]

Evil? Just who’s the evil one here?

[he grumbles, fingers curling tighter around the taller swimmer’s wrists.]

If you really want me to be evil, maybe I’ll just sit here and watch you. I won’t even give you any sort of relief.

[Hey, you’re one that interrupted said post-coital bliss in order to freak out and start apologizing! Don’t go blaming this on him, you unromantic romantic maniac. He was content to sit there and just ogle your post-coital-ness. Still, this sort of reaction isn’t exactly unexpected. Rin’s always the explosive type, er, passionate type. His embarrassment over his climax and his frustration that Sousuke didn’t climax himself was obviously going to come to a head… in some manner. Sousuke just… nudged it along. Eh-heh…

Well, he’s on his back now, there’s a shark sitting on his chest, and—Oy! Who said you can go for his hands?! Sousuke jerks one out of the way, wrestling a bit as Rin scrambles for his arms. It takes a few tries, but finally there’s twin, floofy flumps and Sousuke’s wrists get stuck against the mattress. Ugh… Fine, he’s down. You happy up there? The swimmer shoots a “glower” at Rin from below. Should’ve just fallen on the guy before and left it at that. And then there’s the shudder and Sousuke can’t help a little smirk. Wry as it is. Because that’s pretty sticky. It’s kind of squelchy too. Damn, Rin, how much did you unload in there?

He quirks a brow at the question… then lightly flexes his pecs, causing his muscles to rub at Rin’s thighs. Unfortunately, swimmer pecs are a little too spread apart to really bunch Rin’s balls between them, unlike how so many people think when they see Sousuke’s chest. *cough* But he can still be a petulant jerk even down here.]

Heh. [Oh he’s got a hot smirk on his face now.] You’d get bored long before that.

[He knows you too well, babe. Don’t even.]

[He’s not quite happy, but since you’re being a good boy down there, he’s slowly reaching that point. “Good” of course being pretty subjective in this case. Now will you just sit still and quit giving him those smug looks and glowers? You’re not making this easy for yourself! Though now that he’s actually up here and Sousuke’s down there... he hasn’t considered where he’s supposed to go now. He can’t just stay here all night. He’ll need to change into some clean clothes at some point. But if he gets up now, that’ll risk Sousuke gaining the upper hand again! And this is still an ongoing competition, dammit.

Biting his lip, Rin awkwardly flexes his fingers to keep himself occupied. Che. Is Sousuke actually enjoying this or something? There’s not nearly enough discomfort on that face!]

Oi, quit moving around! You— augh... bastard...

[An unfortunate hiss and a groan, made as Sousuke flexes just enough to stimulate his overstimulated thighs. Knock it off! He knows what you’re trying to do and he won’t let it happen! Back to glowering... and trying to ignore how low his boxer-briefs are on his hips by now form all their previous thrusting. Also that chest... Ngh, how is it even real...]

I won’t get bored! I’ll be having too much fun watching you struggle!

[Who said anything about him being a good boy? Yeah, it’s the operative word in that comment, isn’t it. Those smug looks aren’t going away any time soon, pretty boy. Not when he still feels like he’s got the upper hand in this situation. Especially because the look on Rin’s face, plus the pause, is telling enough. The other swimmer’s got no idea what to do with his newfound dominance. (Not that Sousuke really has any clue either, asides from lying here and continuing to use his chest to bother Rin’s legs and balls.) What they’re competing for now is kind of beyond him too, though he’s pretty sure it has something to do with Rin’s “injured” pride from earlier. Whoops.

Sousuke curls his hands, deliberately flexing the tendons of his wrist under Rin’s grip. Enjoying it? Quite. Teasing Rin’s always been an amusement for him. Especially when the other boy thinks he’s somehow able to win. Because Sousuke’s competitive.]

I’m hardly moving at all. You’re the one moving.

[The sounds he gets from above are worth a few more flexes and even a light arch of his spine to really press his shifting pectorals against the underside of Rin’s legs. When Rin breaks off the sounds for a glowering jerk, Sousuke flattens onto his back again. But he’s not stopping the flexes. Teal eyes slowly wander down Rin’s body, taking in the sights of his curves and dips, made glossy by the sweat from earlier… and the utter mess that is his best friend’s pelvis and hips.]

Who says I’m struggling? … And that can’t be comfortable.

[Part of him is struck with the urge to call him by his shinki name... but that plan’s quickly thwarted when he realizes how awkward it would be to have a dog beneath him instead of a person. It’s a disturbing thought, to say the least, and Rin shakes his head to push it as far back into his brain as it will go. No. He’ll need to think of some other way to punish him, or at least exact a little revenge. Either way, he has every intention of winning! And he will! O-once he figures out the proper plan... and once someone stops flexing his chest so much.

It’s proving more and more impossible by the second. He can tell Sousuke to stop all he wants, but ultimately there’s nothing he can do unless he gets up and walks away. Which he could do... if he felt like it.

Baring his weight down, Rin unwillingly lets out a quiet whine then squeezes his thighs on either side of Sousuke’s chest. It won’t stop him, no, but with luck he’ll force his lower body to fall numb.]

It’s not! [he growls.] And it’s your fault anyway. If anything, you should be the one fixing it.

[Rin’s very lucky Sousuke can’t read minds; he would’ve given him such a look, before smacking him in the face with the nearest pillow. But none of that happens and he’s left to simply lie here and watch to see how he can best bother his lover like a shit. Because he’s aware his chest flexing advantage is about to come to an end. Rin’s not someone to let something like that keep him all pitched and whining for too long. Unfortunately, he’s too far up his chest for Sousuke to use his legs. Maybe he could curl up and knock him with his knees, but that won’t do much of anything.

Sousuke grunts softly when Rin abruptly makes his move and grinds down atop him. His head drops and his hands tense beneath Rin’s hold, chest faltering the rhythmic flexing for a few seconds. Well, yeah, he expected something. Just didn’t know what. Till now.] Mnph! [Squeezing! The swimmer flexes hard as legs clench on either side of his chest. But… that’s not exactly going to prevent him from manipulating the underside of his thighs now is it? In fact, that just gives him a more available rubbing field.

A purring sound rumbles in Sousuke’s chest and he merely eyes Rin with a calm pride. Yeah, he did cause that, didn’t he. When Rin suggests he take care of it, Sousuke merely tilts his head. Inviting. Or daring.] Scoot up here then…

[See, now this is the perfect place to use his prized leg strength. Sousuke should be both afraid and honored to witness it first hand. And he didn’t even need to go in a pool for that! Still, as tempting as it is to sit here all night playing a strange flexing game with his best friend, Rin knows they’re going to tire out eventually, especially after everything they’ve gone through tonight. Walking through Tokyo, dancing around vague memories, sharing sights and emotions side by side like they’ve never done before... now this. It almost feels like this evening isn’t real.

Rin lifts his head a bit at that returned look, the hint of pride once again eating at his confidence, before genuine confusion crosses his face. Ok... He’s being challenged again, that much is clear. But—]

Why should I? [Hard to sound intimidating when your voice cracks, Rin.]

[Right, because he’s experienced so much “fear” at Rin’s hands. He does respect that leg strength though; even with his solid torso, it’s not like he can flex forever and Rin’s got the advantage on squeezing the air out of his lungs if he really tries. His best friend might be getting lost in the romantic of the night, but Sousuke’s a little more grounded, his breath still warm and his body responsive to everything the here and now is glazing over him. It’s been a long night building up to it… but he won’t ever say he doesn’t like the end result. This evening… is as special as it is hot.

Sousuke’s eyes lid halfway, his teal gaze darkened with an alluring lust. The ripple of emotion over Rin’s face is worth the vagueness. Yes, he is challenging him. Or rather, he’s answering Rin’s challenge from a second ago. “Take care of it,” he said. The larger swimmer hums softly, head canting to the side just enough to appear mysteriously smug again. So much for keeping control, Rin.]

Because you told me to fix it.

[Does he have to look at him that way? Again? It didn’t end well for Rin the last time he caught it, so he doesn’t expect it to be any different this time around. There’s several pillows he could grab now. Smack them over Sousuke’s face and he can be done with this game of... whatever it is. But curiosity chips away at him, breaking down the reserve and control, and he’s very quickly reminded of his inexperience. He has no idea what Sousuke has planned exactly, though judging by the darkness in his eyes, he needs to tread carefully. Let’s see... if he scoots up, that could give Sousuke more room to push him back onto the bed, right? Entirely possible. Or...

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin. He can’t be thinking of actually fixing it... can he?

His stomach flutters as he keeps up his stubborn glare, but in the end Rin’s pride wins out as he rather roughly scoots his body forward along Sousuke’s chest, practically shoving his... problem... right in his face. Shit Shit, shit, shit. An inch closer and he’d be suffocating him!]

W-well?

[Yes he does, because he knows it’s eating away at Rin’s reserves and he’s not about to let his best friend get away with trying to win. This is a competition. Well, even if it is intimacy, they can still be dorks about it. Sousuke knows he’s risking a pillow to the face or even a purposeful blanket smother, something that’ll get Rin “give up” with some kind of dignity intact. Yeah right. Rin’s too curious about his comment and even Sousuke’s a bit surprised at his own brashness. It’s not like he’s any more experienced than Rin is. Or so he suspects since, you know, he doesn’t have any memories backing this up. What he’s planning on doing is sitting right in his head, half-excited, half-disbelief.

It's too late to back out now; he’s put up and he’s not going to shut up. Sousuke eyes Rin without changing his expression, not giving away anything but his determination to go through with what he said. “Fix it” was commanded and “fix it” he’s going to do--] Ngh! [Jeeze, Rin, did you have to scoot your bum up his chest so roughly? Ignoring the glide of his chest against his best friend’s butt, of course. A moment later, there’s one good rut and the fixer-upper is… yeah, shoved right in his face.

Sousuke stares at it for a few seconds; it’s not like Rin’s lacking in this department. But… he’s really gonna do this. Rin gives that stuttering expectation and the edge is out of sight.

The larger swimmer’s eyes lid and he reaches up, sliding his hands over Rin’s legs and up his thighs until he captures his best friend’s narrow waist between his fingers. You’re not moving backwards. Or forwards for that matter. Sousuke regards Rin silently, his face semi-blocked by a rock-hard, quivering problem. Then finally closes his eyes and leans forward. Warm breath ghosts along the bottom of Rin’s dick and Sousuke takes a moment to breathe in before touching his tongue to his length. Then slowly licks upward, dragging the tip and flat of his muscle along the other swimmer’s throbbing vein.]

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