山崎 宗介 || Yamazaki Sōsuke (
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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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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?
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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!]
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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?
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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.
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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.]
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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…
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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.]
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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.
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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?
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It's too late to back out now; he’s put up and he’s not going to shut up. Sousuke eyes Rin without changing his expression, not giving away anything but his determination to go through with what he said. “Fix it” was commanded and “fix it” he’s going to do--] Ngh! [Jeeze, Rin, did you have to scoot your bum up his chest so roughly? Ignoring the glide of his chest against his best friend’s butt, of course. A moment later, there’s one good rut and the fixer-upper is… yeah, shoved right in his face.
Sousuke stares at it for a few seconds; it’s not like Rin’s lacking in this department. But… he’s really gonna do this. Rin gives that stuttering expectation and the edge is out of sight.
The larger swimmer’s eyes lid and he reaches up, sliding his hands over Rin’s legs and up his thighs until he captures his best friend’s narrow waist between his fingers. You’re not moving backwards. Or forwards for that matter. Sousuke regards Rin silently, his face semi-blocked by a rock-hard, quivering problem. Then finally closes his eyes and leans forward. Warm breath ghosts along the bottom of Rin’s dick and Sousuke takes a moment to breathe in before touching his tongue to his length. Then slowly licks upward, dragging the tip and flat of his muscle along the other swimmer’s throbbing vein.]
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It’s not until hands find his thighs that those thoughts suddenly fade and he’s left on high alert, staring with a mixture of awe and fear. He’s still trapped in his underwear, after all. They’ve never seen each other beyond this point, at least not intentionally so. And now here he goes, muscles tightening beneath warm palms, fingers reaching for the headboard to brace himself as the fabric slowly peels away.
He hides his face when it happens, arms folded against the headboard, and in some attempt to stop himself from yelling he bites down on his wrist. Dammit. Dammit, he can’t move his hips on his own! Doesn’t mean he won’t try, struggling to rise up with the movement of that tongue, as if doing so will encourage Sousuke to move back down, slow down, stop. Doesn’t he see how dirty that is!? It’s too sticky, too wet and...]
Holyshit— [a breathless gasp as his cock bounces on that tongue, a thick, transparent drop oozing from the tip.]
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It's cliché, but “when you’re happy; I’m happy” trope is real here. Still, for now he’s content to do what he wants while Rin figures everything out in his head. Or loses the ability to while Sousuke is finding out what a dick on his tongue feels like. Or, a cloth-covered one for that matter. The sticky material is soaked through with Rin’s previous climax and he finds himself momentarily unsure whether his tongue likes the taste and texture of if he’s going to screw his face up in a weird expression.
Ultimately he does nothing, mostly because he’s finally making the step forward. His fingers find the hem of Rin’s waistband, reminding himself that Rin’s already seen him naked before (well, a flash at least, unintentional and frantic as it’d been). Yet there’s no desire to just yank and expose; Rin’s more important than that. With slow and careful motions, Sousuke hooks his fingers under the tight band and pulls, easing the material forward and away from Rin’s length.
No, he’s not looking at his best friend’s face, since it’s bound to be hidden in his hands or arms or something. Besides, doing that would just get him yelled at or punched or—the worst—dismounted. His face pinks deeply as he slips his hands down, unhooking the sticky fabric from Rin’s arousal… and finally frees his best friend’s cock from his confines. And… there it is. Naked and bare and sticky and… Rin’s. Do it. And leans forward, once against using his tongue to trace a path up the underside of the other athlete’s cock. Skin to skin, the full taste of his lover’s arousal meeting his taste buds in a rush. The bobbing motion, the throb in his skin, the viscous bulb of his pre welling at the tip and drooling down onto his tongue.
He's… really doing this, isn’t he.]