His own name on a breathless exhale - Rin taught him that expletive years ago - is yet another one for his memory books. He can't even be upset at the loss of heat as Rin begins to quite awkwardly shift down the length of his body, riding the high of getting Rin riled up. Even if the circumstance leaves his heart hanging heavily, his body at least is cemented in the present, reactive and eager.
He sucks in a breath when Rin gives his ass a drive-by squeeze, and then holds his weight on his palms and looks down under his own chest to watch Rin continue retreating away. Shivers at feeling Rin's tongue over his skin, hot to the touch, and knowing exactly where Rin intends to bring that tongue of his causes a molten heat to churn in his gut, dick twitching preemptively in anticipation.
Their position is a little awkward like this, and Ai isn't intent on watching Rin give him head upside down. Seeing how the drawstring on his pants gives Rin trouble, Ai takes the opportunity to at least rise up onto his knees, in front of Rin's face. Looks down at the breathtaking visage of Rin hoisted up between his thighs, eager for access. Ai bites his bottom lip.
His feelings are complicated, and there's a part of him that is persistently insecure physically, but being bare for Rin was an inevitability. Ai reaches down, gently slides his hands under Rin's, and does him the mercy of untying his own pants and shoving them and his underwear down just enough to free his dick. Rin would find he's already fully hard, painfully rod-straight with built anticipation. He's in all ways perfectly proportionate and clean shaven - no surprises for Rin there.
Then he slides a hand into Rin's hair, at first moving some strands away from his face to look at him better, tucking some behind his ear. Holding them at the crown of his head, an encouraging touch. Heat pools in his gut again, and Ai subtly brings his hips forward.
"Please don't just stare," he mutters in a quick and embarrassed exhale, cockhead sliding along Rin's chin.
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Date: 2025-07-21 03:33 am (UTC)He sucks in a breath when Rin gives his ass a drive-by squeeze, and then holds his weight on his palms and looks down under his own chest to watch Rin continue retreating away. Shivers at feeling Rin's tongue over his skin, hot to the touch, and knowing exactly where Rin intends to bring that tongue of his causes a molten heat to churn in his gut, dick twitching preemptively in anticipation.
Their position is a little awkward like this, and Ai isn't intent on watching Rin give him head upside down. Seeing how the drawstring on his pants gives Rin trouble, Ai takes the opportunity to at least rise up onto his knees, in front of Rin's face. Looks down at the breathtaking visage of Rin hoisted up between his thighs, eager for access. Ai bites his bottom lip.
His feelings are complicated, and there's a part of him that is persistently insecure physically, but being bare for Rin was an inevitability. Ai reaches down, gently slides his hands under Rin's, and does him the mercy of untying his own pants and shoving them and his underwear down just enough to free his dick. Rin would find he's already fully hard, painfully rod-straight with built anticipation. He's in all ways perfectly proportionate and clean shaven - no surprises for Rin there.
Then he slides a hand into Rin's hair, at first moving some strands away from his face to look at him better, tucking some behind his ear. Holding them at the crown of his head, an encouraging touch. Heat pools in his gut again, and Ai subtly brings his hips forward.
"Please don't just stare," he mutters in a quick and embarrassed exhale, cockhead sliding along Rin's chin.