[Funny how time works. And distance. In a way, none of this was new for Ai, other than the confidence to be present with it all. But as far back as their first year spent living together, Ai can remember the warmth that coalesced in his chest at seeing Rin, often shirtless in their shared dorm, or nude completely in the shower room. Propriety often kept every ounce of Ai's admiration - the kind that bloomed specifically with Rin out of the water - under tight lock and key, not wanting to take a friendship with Matsuoka for granted.
And yet given a few years, a few centimeters, a few new notches to his backbone... Ai wonders passively if Rin has thought about this as much as Ai has historically. Would Rin have corralled him against a desk like this, too?
Rin's eyes on him are heavy, and though Ai can say he's finally proud of the body he pilots, the sensation of being appraised and scrutinized still nearly makes him squirm. Rather than acquiesce to the insecurity, though, Ai instead chooses to lean into what is tangible; Rin's hand roams down his body, and Ai presses his chest up into that touch, rolls his stomach against it. He isn't showing off as much as he is trying to encourage more of that out of Rin.
Then he feels it.
For a split second Ai breaks their gaze to look down to where their bodies kiss, and there is just-- something about the visual. Two intentions caught against wrinkled fabric, Rin's hand so painfully close. Ai looks back up to him, and without even realizing it, one of his hands has skirted toward Rin's waist, his abdomen, his pelvic bone...
His breath hitches subtly on the back of his throat, caught between his growing arousal, the tightness in his chest, and the way Rin's lips seem as if they cannot leave him for longer than a half-second. He begins his answer by leaning a little off the counter, entire body flush to Rin's, trying to get him on his heel,] I really thought, [another soft kiss; one of Ai's hands is cupping the side of Rin's nape gently,] you'd sleep here tonight. For what it's worth.
[Tenderly he noses as Rin's cheek; kisses the corner of his lips.] Let me join you.
[ There was never a doubt in his mind that Rin would sleep here, although with this change between them, he had to wonder where he could take this man. The futon, then; he can’t blame Ai if he’d rather not have him in the bed, but a little disappointment needles at his neck. No, this is fine. There’s probably more room to spread out with the futon anyway...
He grins. If any gap in experience existed between them, he doesn’t sense it at all. Ai orchestrated the perfect melody over his heartstrings. It’s only after a long, beloved kiss that Rin relents, giving passage to the young man so they could move to the next room. Behind Ai’s back, he glances down at himself, his arousal pitched high and calves exposed. Ugh. He’ll just step out of these now.
Rin catches the light switch behind them, letting in cool light from outside. At last able to hear over his own pant, it’s plain that the rain has stopped, and in this quiet suburb the moonlight could finally cut through the clouds. Rin closes the distance behind Ai, pressing his bare body against his former classmate’s back and leaning his jaw into Ai’s ear. His arm wraps around Ai’s chest. ] Listen. You think of something you want, just say the word. I’ll give you whatever to think fondly of when I’m away.
[ Sound familiar? The sweet words Ai spoke himself not so long ago. Rin kisses the side of his head. His free hand draws a line across the edge of Ai’s pants before pulling them carefully down; possibly Ai knew before Rin had already ditched the shorts he borrowed. Possibly he’s just now finding out. The curve of his erection follows the cure of Ai’s ass. The moment he’s satisfied with the connection, even if he doesn’t bother to completely remove the pants himself, he grabs the base of Ai’s shaft, testing the waters first before following the length up; eye closed, letting sensation paint the image of Ai’s arousal. ]
[The embarrassing truth is Ai isn't sure he'll make it to the bed. He had no qualms about bringing Rin there - or anywhere else in his apartment, for that matter - but the futon was the closest soft-surface entity other than his two-seater couch, and thus the most convenient option.
Options that mean little, anyway, when in his pursuit he is stopped first by watching the lights dim off, affecting the mood in the studio immediately to something more sultry. In the next second Rin is close behind him, arms wrapped to his front, and it is very very hard to miss the soft keen that trails on an exhale out of his nose. Instinctively it leaves Ai to push back against Rin, hips jut to encourage Rin's hands as they push the fabric lower--
Yeah, he's only feeling it now. Rin's bare hardness presently pressed to the slope of his own ass. Though Rin cannot see it where he's wrung his eyes shut, Ai's bottom lip catches between his teeth. All at once, this entire encounter stepped out of his dreams and into a tangible reality.
Rin said something - Ai's mind is fogged over with his lust. Think, Aiichirou! In a flash, what Rin had said clicks, and that alone elicits another shudder out of him.]
I think you'll find I'm more selfish than you are, senpai. [Maybe not holistically, but in this specific instance? Ai was entirely unashamed to admit he's greedy. He lolls his head back, pressed to Rin's shoulder. With one hand, Ai reaches up to drape his arm behind Rin's head, into his hair, gripping softly. With the other, Ai reaches behind him to grab hold of Rin's hip, his own eyes fluttering shut. Ai gently rocks his hips to the almost lazy cadence with which Rin strokes him, pressing into Rin's palm on one beat, and pressing back against all of him, shamelessly, in the next.] More of this. Please.
[Ai turns his head to find the shell of Rin's ear; blunt fingernails dig softly into the skin of his hip. Lascivious overtones aside, he's smiling sincerely.] If I can't give you a new problem to bring back to Australia, I don't think I'll be satisfied.
[ Laughter rumbles through his chest. More selfish, huh? A few degenerate messages come to mind, from failed attempts and lovers far worse already than this moment. He’d have to see just what sort of lover Ai thinks he is for himself before he’d believe it. What he knew now is that Ai is pressed into his arms, reaching back for him, thrusting into the hand wrapped around his cock. He heaves a breath, his loins taunted by each subtle thrust. He bites his lip and bows his head, fitting his lips against the nape of Ai’s neck. His large hand moves up to rest at the base of Ai’s throat, giving way for every
If anything, his pleading feeds Rin perfectly, and he growls at the request. Glee vibrates in his chest and shoulders to feel Ai’s erection firm in his hand, delighted to pleasure this man against his palm. He pulls a short length of foreskin back to polish its head. His hand sweeps low to tease and massage his undercarriage.
It’s hard not to resist the genuine laugh that hits when Ai whispers in his ear, distracted long enough to lift his head and see those beautiful eyes. ] Tch, you brat. You’ve always been a problem. [ Well, maybe not always always. Not like this, but certainly long enough. Later, he might consider when it began, but right now, he’s stealing those sassy lips and squeezing Ai tight, body and arousal. ]
Lay down, [ he mutters, stroking his throat. He'll relinquish Ai from his hold easily. ]
[It's evident and clear Rin knew what the hell he was doing with his hands, if the way he titillates Ai's body is any indication. It's hard not to react to each ministration with over-sensitivity; Ai might have the stamina of a work horse, but he probably hasn't lain with another in... Well. Too long by any account, and certainly not enough by other metrics. But he's always been awfully choosy.
Can't help but preen a little when called a problem, though Rin might identify the genuine, somewhat rueful titter accompanying his expression,] News to me. [He tried not to be too saccharine, usually, but Rin is going to be absolutely pelted with questions after this was done.
He leans up into that kiss; presses back against Rin in a very deliberate way. And then Rin's giving him a gentle command, and who is Ai to say no?
He turns in Rin's hold; pauses a moment to capture his lips again, and use the switched proximity to, just for a moment, trail a hand down the length of Rin's abdomen to take his shaft into Ai's palm. Only a few strokes, languid and slow; equal parts gratitude and a promise of patience that will pay off. Has to marvel, for those few seconds, how good it feels to hold Rin in his palm, warm and heady.
His palm trails up Rin's hip, over to his forearm. Gently pries Rin's hand away from his body. Ai walks the remaining few steps backwards to the futon, kissing Rin's fingertips; then his palm; then his pulse.
Sky blue eyes are rapt upon deep crimson as Ai shifts to lay down on the futon, encouraging Rin on top of him by the hand he's taken in his own. And for all his bravado, and his absolute certainty he would rather be nowhere else on planet earth right now than on a futon underneath Matsuoka Rin, it is this proximity in this dim light with this particular man that has his heart taking a leaping jump out of his chest and straight into his throat.
No sense in being shy when Rin's seen all of him, Ai tells himself; it's all he can do to laugh a little, the noise an airy lilt. He leans up a little on his elbow to be closer to the parts he's most invested in: those damning lips, and the cut jugular of Rin's neck. Both are peppered and lavished in soft nips, delivered via smile.]
[ As they kiss, and Ai touches his sex, he growls with approval. Rin had plenty to be proud of, and Rin can't help the deep, primal satisfaction to let Ai feel it at last. He laps at Ai’s mouth once before letting him go.
It’s hard to believe what a romantic Ai is, after knowing him all these years. To kiss his small appendages so affectionately. Even as a hissed tch slips passed him--his usual dismissive verbal tick--he looks so stupid, fucking happy. A big smile tears through his heated cheeks as he shakes his head. Ai, you devil. Encouraging him! If the distance were larger, he’d be chasing Ai to the bottom, full speed, not a second thought in his mind. In moments Rin is on top of Ai, smothering his lips, licking them, dancing their tongues together before those kisses pour over Ai’s cheek and jaw.
His laughter rumbles against Ai’s throat. ] Geez, thirsty. [ Teasingly, he bites at the pulse in Ai’s neck—not enough to leave a mark. Sorry, looking like a slut might be for later.
Despite the hurried begging, Rin simply has to take his time with this moment. He’d give himself Ai’s promised “problem” just as easily. His lips plot a course from his neck down, lower, leaving Ai’s nipple wet after a long lick. Maybe another time he’d spoil these muscles proper, but even Rin had to admit he felt impatience burning in the back of his throat. His abdomen… the hair around his sex… Rin kissed and inched hungrily down Ai’s body, missing the head of his sex to instead brush the shaft against his cheek as he made his way down.
Hovering over Ai’s sex, he glances up, rubies set ablaze. He’s smirking. ] Well?
[It's hard to call Ai's body urgent - he isn't in a rush. But he is eager, and the way his arms come to wrap around Rin's shoulders and up into his hair, the way his legs splay a little to make room for Rin on top of him, the way he kisses into him as if he might let their lips commit nuclear fusion, the way he uses his leverage down on the futon to roll his hips up rather shamelessly all beget his want. Would that he could sink into Rin, and material reality could bend to the burning need inside of him; Ai supposes he can settle for this.
The first noise out of him is a breathy laugh, about to retort. But then Rin's biting his pulse, and the first honest-to-goodness moan rolls off Ai's wet lips at the feeling. A sensitivity for sure, and there is most certainly a small, teeny whine when his neck isn't burning in Rin's wake. At once, fingernails are gently scraping against Rin's scalp.]
God, please, [is his first frustrated exhale, though it's somewhat lost in the air between them. Rin's lips are suddenly escaping south, and every inch claimed lower on his body leaves Ai's diaphragm pulling in air as if he had been deprived of it. He looks down the length of his own body, looks at the borderline lascivious sight of his shaft pressed against Rin's cheek. It isn't Ai's finest moment, the way his jaw is agape, lust overriding his senses and forcing him into an uncharacteristic silence. Rin's stupid little smirk is what tears him back to reality.
Ai throws his head back with his mounting arousal, frustrated for an entirely different reason now; thighs unconsciously tense and sex twitching with his anticipation. Even just this external warmth was killing him. But no, the unfiltered thoughts that come flying off his lips don't begin and end with how badly he wants Rin to just turn his head a little this way--]
It's unfair. [He's gathered some of Rin's hair between his fingers. Tugs only a little to make sure Rin's looking at him.] You have, [pause for coherency. Ai's cheeks go from gently dusted to the colour of Rin's eyes in seconds flat,] --You have no idea how badly I've wanted to see a sight like this. [Or how often he's imagined the reverse, but he might short circuit trying to articulate that much.] Rin-senpai, Please.
[ As Ai tugs his hair, and his attention in turn, Rin’s expression only becomes hungrier. If he weren’t terribly preoccupied with the heated confession, he might beg for more of that himself. Maybe next time. ] You better not look away, then, [ He grins. If Ai has waited so long for this moment, it did seem only fair. Besides, Rin wasn’t sure he could wait much longer.
Not unlike before, his lips start first at the base, kissing the stretch of skin between Ai’s erection and his sack. Another kiss—his lips press into its firmness as he shifts his posture. A low, pleasant chuckle rolls out of him as he adores whatever unique features Ai’s cock might offer: feeling veins against his tongue, kissing whatever marks may be there. Rudely, he offers teeth at Ai's shaft, testing Ai’s patience for his voracious lust and total fixation.
Each little movement brings him higher up the length of Ai’s sex until the bottom curve of head touches his lips, where he finally takes it in hand to lift it upright. Ai has waited this long to see a sight like this, huh? It’s plain that Rin chooses to pose with the erection, just once, just long enough to burn it into Ai’s mind: the head of his cock pressed up against the corner of Rin’s lips. His eyes stare, hooded, back at Ai. His hand massages the length. A living memory for him, for as long as it mattered to them both.
It’s only once he’s satisfied with the performance that he finally gives himself what he wants. Taking the head of Ai’s cock into his mouth never looked so effortless. Fingers pull back the short length of foreskin as Rin starts to suck and roll his tongue around the smooth bell end. Mouth full, he groans with pleasure, the hum of his throat vibrating around Ai’s sex. He can hardly focus on anything, but here and there spares a glance up Ai’s body to see the results of his work. At last his hand withdraws from the shaft, giving him room to take more into his mouth, bobbing his head and working his way lower and lower down the length. Behind the scene, he paws at his own sex, less focused but still delighted. His mouth takes on Ai down to the very last millimeter.
And back up again, he gasps for air, swimming too long in a pool of arousal. He swears under his breath before taking Ai back into his mouth. He tastes incredible. ]
[Really the only drawback of this whole endeavour is that Ai can't reward Rin in real time. Can't reach between his legs, show him how good he feels. Can't return the favour - not yet at least.
His mind truthfully and honestly blows hot-white at the visual Rin supplies to him, the confidence and sultry intent dripping off from his hooded gaze going straight to Ai's cock; Rin can likely even feel the way it twitches, pressed against the corner of his lips. He doesn't moan so much as whine, finally breaking that incredibly intense eye contact to again throw his head back, this time accompanied with an arm over his face, fingers in Rin's hair pulling, and a back arched up and off the sheet. If he had less stamina to spare, that alone might've done him in, his want - whet over several years of longing - reaching a fever pitch.
Rin works at him slowly, the incredible wet warmth of his mouth leaving Ai's own agape with soft noises. The sharp edges of Rin's teeth barely ghost his shaft, but it's enough to make Ai hiss. Embarrassingly, he likes it.] Senpai, [comes the heady chide, a noise that so badly wants to sound annoyed but instead just sounds taken. It's only when Rin works up a tempo that Ai deigns to look down at him again, watching with rapt and almost entranced attention at how his dick disappears between soft lips, over and over. This, too, elicits a soft whine from him.
He's up on one elbow, wanting the purview more than he does the relaxation; wants to feel a part of it. Rin pops off from him for that split second, and in that same cursed breath Ai is shifting his hand from Rin's hair to the side of his jaw, appreciative, thumbing some saliva away from the corner of Rin's lips. Then it's right back to it, white-knuckled in Rin's hair as Rin picks up right where he left off. Ai's head lolls forward, to the side; a breathy exhale, and then his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, staying himself.
Subtly, he rolls his hips against Rin's tempo. Not deeper; not more. But as if he's matching the action for himself, indulging in what Rin so obviously wants him to take.]
You're good at this, [he finally manages on a titter, breathless and worked up. His voice then grows just a touch quieter,] Not-- not too much. [Quieter still, voice fogged with his intent,] It's no good if I can't have my way, too. [By which he means tear Rin apart at the seams, which is hard to do when Rin's working him like that. Ai was greedy: wanted his cake and to eat it too.]
[ Satisfaction rolls through his shoulders. The attention, the response, the chiding. He would hate to admit he’d ever wondered what this encounter would be like, yet finds it’s more than he could have ever hoped for. Curious eyes glance up repeatedly, wanting terribly to see Ai’s heart and lust. His natural smugness betrays a man eager to show off, at least a little. Whether Ai knew or cared, his reactions were reward enough for Rin.
But he did promise Ai the lead, and he realizes he caved to his own heavy desire a little early. Despite that (and despite his full mouth), he groans at the plea, almost unwilling to pull away, and his reluctance shows. Ai's cock tastes heavenly. He pulls away and sits back, one hand catching Ai’s erection as the other touches his own mouth. His eyes stare long and hard at Ai, breathless as they each are, hot with arousal. He grins, his teeth visible behind his fingers. ] Next time, I’ll have you all my way instead. [ A threat and a promise? He’d be crazy to bed a man this handsome only once, he thinks. Never minding his pining heart.
Rin swallows against a coating of precome in his mouth and then, before Ai can move the plot his own way, crawls forward to kiss him. Soft and sweet, this time. ]
[If Rin pushed him to the edge, Ai would hardly give protest; it's only from his own selfishness and greed that he urged Rin to spare him mercy, but Ai was hardly wont for space. All the same Rin acquiesces, and with the absence of his warm, wet heat on Ai's cock, Ai's head is able to break a bit of the fog and regain a modicum of coherency...
... Mostly. The mental image of Rin looking up at him like that still has his heart throbbing in his throat, and will be a snapshot mental image Ai carries with him for a very, very long time.
No words; his eyes are leaden on Rin's, watching him catch his breath, smirk in that way of his. And when he speaks, the smile Ai wears in turn is equal parts stunned and self-satisfied.] You could take as much as you want now, [he intones, cheeks pleasantly flushed,] But I'll hardly be the reason you choose to walk back on that. [Next time. His idiot heart thumps all over again.
He was about to shift up, but Rin's lips are so sweetly on his, a touch of which Ai keens against, tasting himself on Rin's lips. His hands slide up Rin's back, over his shoulders, into his hair; his legs splay to allow their bodies closer, and Ai isn't shy about the way he gently rolls his hips up, languid and lazy, letting their heats press together.
Kisses Rin again, tongue sliding along his bottom lip. Then, Ai's speaking in a breathy tone against the shell of his ear, hands coming down to Rin's hips,] Turn over for me?
[ He’s grateful for the cooldown, if he told the truth. Fatigue gnaws at his jaw. A moment’s respite is perfect to let the waters simmer in his heart and give him more of this. This simple moment, indulging in a fantasy. Naturally he moves closer to Ai, immediately comfortable to press their hips closer, but flushing as their erections touch. As Ai relinquishes his power against gravity and tangles his fingers into Rin’s hair, Rin draws Ai close to his body, arms taut with strength. Maybe he’s showing off a little. He groans and laughs against Ai’s hip roll, shamelessly returning the favour a few times over.
Turn over? Against Ai’s lips, he clicks his teeth at the request. A single hand comes up to touch Ai’s jaw, tilting his head into this long, breathless kiss.
He draws back finally, careful to let Ai ground himself again before he lets go completely. He huffs out a sigh, catching his breath. His cheeks are flushed red as he stares briefly at the nap of Ai’s neck. His gaze flicks back up, a long stare into Ai’s. He laughs, small and subtle; affection tickles his voice as he tilts his head and looks down. What a pretty guy, Rin thinks.
He sits back and pushes Ai’s leg out of the way – actually, he pushes most of Ai out of the way, grabbing enough of the young man to roll him to the side and give himself extra room on the futon. He falls into place, laying himself down on his back with a self-satisfied and pompous expression. He smirks, head nearly unmoving as he glances at Ai. ]
[It doesn't slip Ai's attention, the way Rin's eyes are rapt upon his nape for that slow moment, idled in what Ai can only speculate is want. And he'd be a liar if he said he hasn't thought of it himself, Rin's peculiar teeth marking him up like his neck was a canvas. A feeling that manifests in the core of his gut as a dull, pulsing heat, made stronger by the way Rin's arms practically possess him. That beautiful tension is only broken by the way he feels Rin finally give in and laugh faintly against his lips, yet another subtle reminder of who exactly he's fooling around with. That, too, flashes hot in Ai's mind, flowing as molten heat through his body, and nestles itself across his countenance, caught under Rin's gaze in the moments before Rin's shifting back.
... And gently moving Ai over, too. Something about the ease with which Rin maneuvers his leg out of the way and encourages him onto his side leaves Ai nearly laughing he's so beside his own arousal,] Maybe the bed would have been better. [Next time, his brain supplies. He shifts to sit up once he's made room for Rin on the futon, pausing only long enough to just--
Look. At that cocky expression, and the muscular lines of his torso, and his beautiful red hair fanning around him. And Ai thinks, yes, this is exactly what I wanted, eyes rapt upon Rin's immaculate form as Ai slowly tosses a leg over Rin's hips.
He neglects them both the chance to acclimate, immediately sinking upon Rin with splayed thighs, catching his shaft squarely underneath the cleave of Ai's body. Ai steadies himself with hands on Rin's upper torso-- and despite his seemingly confident posture, there is something just a touch self-conscious in the flutter of his eyelashes, eyes rolling shut as his hips roll forward. A slow drag, and a subtle friction-- but it's close, and more embarrassingly, something he's thought of more than once.
The heat is triple-digits, but the contact not enough; Ai shifts to lay forward, chest down on Rin's, bodies flush. Drags his hips forward again, and again, grinding against him shamelessly... Almost as shameless as the way he drapes his head to the side, exposing his neck to Rin, and conveniently nestling his own head where Rin can't read his expression, only hear his lilted exhales.]
[ At Ai’s laughter, Rin resists the urge to call Ai “fucking adorable,” so instead the sentiment goes here instead. Oh, and in his smile, of course, as he listens to Ai’s woeful admission. Another thing he won’t say, but the slight tilt of his head and raised eyebrows seem to agree. Oh well, he looks comfortable here, regardless. There’s something special, he thinks, about a rushed encounter on the floor, anyway.
Rin’s hands smooths up Ai’s thigh as he settles into his lap, his grip firm and wanting. It’s hard to decide what to watch, the meeting of their sexes or the fog in Ai’s heated expression. Well, one of these is certainly more special than the other. He didn’t need to see to know what he felt against his sex, as captivating as the sight could be. As Rin watches the other’s eyes close, he smirks: Told you not to look away. Oh well; something in Ai’s disposition tells him to let it be, thought he can’t tell what. He groans noticeably as Ai experiences that first thrust, gaze fixed on the young man atop him. If he won’t see how good this feels right now, he should at least hear it.
His one hand then follows up Ai’s side and around his back as their bodies become closer. His fingers tangle into Ai’s hair as the skin of their breasts touch. Naturally, his lips press against the side of Ai’s head, at first a soft croon as the weight of the young man’s body settles into him. He, then, growls and laugh as another wave of pleasure washes over him, flexing his fingers and tugging at the hairs caught in between.
He’s being taunted, whether on purpose, yet it fills his senses with steam. His lips grow more eager, impatient, craning to layer kisses and nips Ai’s neck. His hips rise and trust into the sensation. ] Fuck, [ he groans, his free hand grabbing onto Ai’s ass. Make that two, actually. His head rolls back as he moans, hands desperate to find purchase as Ai ruts against him. Nails dig in deep. Beneath his breath, he can’t help but plead to Ai. ]
[Sue him, Rin; Ai's been sitting on his hands for way too long and is presently skin-to-skin with the primary object of his affections, still unable to ascertain how much of this is worth leaning into and how much of it is going to be a blip on both their radars. While Ai's body may be confident - flying by the seat of his pants, yes, but absolutely certain in what it wants - his poor, traitorous heart is all over the place. His boldness in fact is only spurred on by a need to offset his slowly crumbling mental; it's easier to not think when you're too busy being overwhelmed, after all.
Rin's hand on his thigh has a soft breath exhaled on his lips; climbing up the length of his body, up his spine, into his hair, gripping leaves Ai with a shuddered moan, torn straight up from the back of his throat. And there is just something about Rin's disposition, all confident touches and spots of laughter that make the thicket of fog in Ai's head grow thicker.
Maybe he was taunting, maybe he wasn't; maybe he was indulging a little bit, unaware of the effect it was having on his former senior. Rin makes that explicitly clear with his groan, though, and the way his lips and teeth elicit stuttered, hissed breaths from Ai's lungs, and the way his hands grip him and mould their bodies closer.] Rin-senpai, [comes a heady, airy beckon, the way he ruts down against Rin more intent; languid motion set to the wayside in favour of much more deliberate, rhythmic, full-bodied rolls of his hips. Forward along his shaft; backward up and into his hands. As if trying to memorize the drag of every single inch of Rin's cock against his sensitive undercarriage.
Ai shifts up, just a little; his head hovers right above Rin's. Sky blue eyes flutter open enough to flash a glance at Rin's expression, trying to take him in. Then Ai is kissing him, hard. Desperate isn't quite the word, but there is a fervent want in the gentle whine that pools behind his parted lips, and the way one of his hands flies behind his own body to catch Rin's, pushing it harder against the plush skin of his ass.]
[ Ai pulls away, met with the sight of a thinly stretched Rin. His eyes, barely open, keenly follow the movement over him. His cheeks burn crimson red. His hair falls in a heap on the sheets beneath him. Parted lips reveal a hint of sharp teeth. In the singular moment that he has to realize Ai is finally looking at him, he smirks, looking as much proud as he does overwhelmed.
Is it too much to move on his own? He whines against the fervent kiss, tongue dancing with Ai’s. Did Ai get it from before? Ai’s not the only one burning with want, but gods, he wanted Ai to have this moment in whatever way. It’s only Ai's hand, implicitly begging him to hold on, that tells Rin he’s fine. Thoughtlessly, he pulls at Ai's ass cheeks, stretching him intimately, before adjusting his legs to meet Ai where they are; the rhythm of his trusts moves in tandem with Ai.
He hates to admit it, but his body is already overworked from earlier. He’s sensitive from a long absence of touch; the season stole so much of his time, as it always did. Rin jerks out of the kiss, gasping for air, his hips falling briefly out of rhythm: ] hn, fuck me-- [ not a plead, but a curse. Too soon. His hand jerks up to grab Ai’s neck and hold him down, lips barely touching but still he needed air. Come paints his abs as his own rolling want begins to wane. Tears dot the corners of his eyes as they roll backward. ]
[He keens, Rin's strong hand tugging at his pliant skin, Ai's mind flitting with images of what could possibly fit in-between. A thought that goes straight to his cock, twitching where it's caught between their bodies. Emboldens him even with the strain and flex of his thigh muscles testing his endurance--
It's so sudden and unexpected, and Ai lets out a small gasp at the sudden feeling of Rin's stuttered movement, twitching arousal, and a wet warmth smearing itself on his lower belly between their bodies.
He will not insult Rin by looking down-- not that he could, anyway, what with the strength Rin's just peeled him off and away from his face, seemingly desperate to pull air into his lungs. If Ai were younger, less confident, less sure, he'd be mortified and insulted in equal measure. But like this? No expectations, just indulgence?
Rin's eyes might glass over, but Ai feels an overwhelming sense of pride at having brought him to the precipice with just this much. His movements have stilled, not wanting to push Rin into oversensitivity; despite Rin's unreadable reaction to his own sudden orgasm, Ai seems undeterred, kissing where he could. the side of Rin's jaw, his clavicle.
He shifts just a little lower on Rin's body, straddling his thighs more than his lap; Ai appreciatively smooths his hands over Rin's upper torso, down to his ribs, back up again. Seems not to be paying too much attention to his own painfully hard arousal, only on helping Rin come down. Ai can't help but chew his bottom lip, a little.]
I got to see it, [he murmurs, voice almost breathless,] the kind of face you make. [His voice grows quieter still, kissing above Rin's breast.] It's mine now.
[ In truth, Rin just didn’t want Ai to pull too far from him at his most vulnerable, a romantic at heart. The moment he feels Ai start to shift and kiss along his jaw, Rin acquiesces his hold. His hand runs through his own hair and falls to the floor. His mind is as glassy as his expression; transparent after so much pressure and heat ground into him. That was…. Different. Incredible. He’s not sure how much this adoration will make him “come down” but he lacks the energy to protest. And, if he had the energy, he’s not sure he’d protest anyway.
Ai speaks, and he laughs through his teeth, airy and disconnected. ] Such a dork, [ He’s embarrassed, but not ashamed. Yeah, it is his now. Rin’s hand comes lazily up to pet Ai’s soft head of hair as kisses are laid upon his chest. His eyes look up and above him, starting briefly out the window and Ai fawns over his fatigued body. A blink knocks the tears from his lashes, fine with what a wreck he is in bed. This really is the difference between a lover and, well, whatever Rin has been up to. Ai is impossibly sweet.
He... is so fucked, in the best way possible.
Rin groans as he lifts himself up, still breathless. Just a guess at a glance, but he’d think he’d be more of a mess if Ai had also climaxed. ] And? You? Shouldn’t a selfish lover be finished by now? [ He smirks and cocks his eyebrow. He hasn’t forgotten that claim. He'll sit up more if Ai gives him an inch. ]
[Ladling affection over Rin was easy. It was also a perfect stand-in for selfishly seeking out his own peak; given it wasn't exactly his priority, Ai was happy to let Rin bask in it, sudden as it is, and give Ai the chance to indulge in the smaller things. A hand rested above his heart, for instance. Or admiring the gentle sheen of Rin's pale skin where his tears finally fall, subtle and small as they are.
He'd thought Rin to be upset for a second there; Ai is glad that isn't the case. He's never been more relieved to be called a dork, even if it does earn Rin an eye roll.] Let me have this much, [he protests gently, as if this entire encounter hasn't just been one instance of Ai insisting let me have this after another. Rin was a fool to spoil him.
He sits back as Rin sits up, even doing him the favour of sliding off his legs and to the side; this does leave Ai's one leg cast over Rin's, but it's hardly impossible for Rin to move or shift like this at least. It's here, confronted over his bravado and his acute lack of completion that Ai's expression shifts just a little bashful. He allows himself to look down this time, to Rin's body; to the spoils across his lower abdomen. Heat blossoms in his chest, and Ai can't resist smoothing his hand over Rin's upper thigh.]
I got what I wanted, [he admits easily. Then his eyebrows are knitting, looking at Rin with a simper this time,] I'm a little slow is all. It isn't you, I promise. [Endurance. Stamina. Poor guy had it in spades. His razor in the water; his heel in bed.]
[ With a cool expression, he watches, listens, and then clicks his teeth. ] Seriously? [ he guffaws, echoing with some disbelief: ] “Got what you wanted”?
[ There’s a devilish smirk on his lips as he hisses a command, shifting himself as much as pulling Ai back into his lap. His legs are spread but crossed at the ankle as he fits Ai into the space in between. His hands guide Ai to hold onto his shoulders. He wraps his arm around Ai to support him in place and leans his face into Ai’s and grins. ] Tell me, with a straight face, that you haven’t thought how badly you’ve wanted more.
[ He didn’t know. He didn’t need to know. But he did need to stoke that fire, and he didn’t mind taking a shot in the dark if it could ignite a flame. His hand pinches along Ai’s leg, his thumb sunk deep into the muscle of his inner thigh as it massages up. He doesn’t take Ai immediately, waiting for whatever answer he wanted to give, but the tips of his fingers do brush against the length of his erection, reminding him that he can want as much as he needs. ]
[He was being sincere. He was! Because of all the times - and there were many - he's imagined Rin on top of him, or below him, or holding him or touching him or inside him or outside him, of all the times Ai's mind has filled with heady and lascivious images of Rin ladling all he had to give,
time and time again the only thing, the one thing Ai would bother to commit to phantom memory is Rin's face. Not the mental supposition of his touch; not even his voice, so readily available in Ai's mental recall. But what a sight it must be to see the proud and strong Matsuoka Rin come undone, and what it must feel like to know he's responsible for it.
He was being sincere, but then Rin's looking at him like that--]
I--!
[And the sudden heat with which Rin meets him floods straight to his weeping cock, though it does unfortunately make a pitstop on the way, Ai's engine cranking at maximum throttle in his chest. Ai chews into his bottom lip, and it isn't coy; it's a violent thing, trying so hard to maintain a composure, to not cross a line, but.
Frankly, fuck.]
Of course I have, [he admits far too easily, even if it's with a somewhat set jaw; his words are interrupted by his own soft gasp at the way Rin pinches his skin,] Because it's you.
[The way Rin undoes his composure is almost professional, honestly. And borderline miraculous; Nitori Aiichirou was not known for a weak resolve, after all. He shamelessly rolls his hips forward as if trying to chase the barely-there touch Rin had just glossed against him, one of his hands scrambling up into Rin's hair and the other digging blunt fingernails into the back of his shoulder.
He exhales one shuddered breath before daring to bring sky blue eyes up to meet crimson, resigned to his need.]
Go ahead and show me, then. Make a mess of me. Just remember it'll be yours to clean up after, this time.
[ Thrill rushes through his shoulders. Over years of conversations, implications were dusted; some he ignored until eventually he denied in spite of himself. Ai had become beautiful in his maturity, his tenacious heart unmistakable, and Rin became more cognizant as the storms of his heart cleared. Yet, his own foolhardiness and refusal always got the better of him. Ai didn’t need some punk like him, certainly not with so little time on his hands, with so many miles between them. What a terrible habit to have.
This admission, because it’s you, burns with climactic energy, and had he not been spent so shortly before, this moment could have changed certainly. He’s embarrassed with himself, his heart so easily weakened by the thought of being wanted too deeply, so terribly that it made Ai clench his teeth and hiss. All too well, he understood that pent of frustration. Different, yet, it shared a commonality; an all-consuming desire for one singular connection.
He has only a moment to consider words akin to an apology, not that now is the time. Ai thrusts with wanting and Rin catches his sex, languidly stoking the flames he’s rekindled in Ai. His to clean up? He chortles. He hasn’t even cleaned up himself. ]
Good, [ Rin whispers, his voice oddly sweet. If their faces hadn’t been so close, Ai might notice the unusually dreamy affection that blooms from his cheeks. He kisses Ai. His hand wraps around the head of Ai’s erection to rub and polish, each motion lengthening by millimeters until Rin his tugging every inch of Ai’s cock up and down. Briefly, his hand will brush low, teasing Ai’s balls only enough to test his tolerance.
It’s only now that Rin seems to finally cave to an earlier suggestion; as Ai grows more worked up, more desperate for breath, Rin finally draws out of the kisses to spoil the nape of Ai’s neck, picking his marks carefully as he sucks and bites into him, seeming less and less focused on courtesy lust boils in his chest. ]
[It is apparently something he's prone to, understating his own want for something. In the water, out of it. Knee-capping himself with thoughts of I'm so useless or, more applicably, I don't stand a chance. Yet time and time again, Ai's drive and sheer willpower seem to have a way of blowing straight past his want and forcing it to coalesce into need, such that Ai simply has no choice but to pursue it.
Thirty seconds ago, this only applied to his aspirations and dreams. How humbling it is for the fog to clear and for self-actualization to hit him so potently it upends his mentalscape entirely. Ah, so that's what this is.
A small noise escapes him when Rin kisses him again, and another as Rin works at his length with a dutiful intent; Ai's legs fall a bit more splayed as if to try and welcome in all Rin had to offer, also enabling him to better leverage himself so as to shamelessly buck up into Rin's hold on him, matching whatever tempo he's set.
What finally makes that heat begin to coil and threaten, though, is feeling Rin's lips against his nape; worse still when he bites, stealing from Ai a moan so overt it borders on salacious and uncharacteristic both. Stuck between ministrations, his cock twitches at attention, thigh muscles tensing as Ai tries to delay what is now inevitable.]
Rin-senpai, [comes the warning-- the plea?, Ai shifting his head further to the side to expose new mars to cool air, for a moment burrowing his face into Rin's shoulder... And then he remembers, for the second time. Conjures within himself the mental presence to bring his head center again, forehead pressed to Rin's; a hand steady on Rin's jaw and nape, keeping him there. Imploring him to look.]
[ He couldn’t ask for more than to hear and feel the quiver that shutters through Ai, from the twitch in his cock to the heated air in his throat. Ai’s whimpers reach his ears like sirens’ calls, and Rin simply cannot hold onto his own sense. He’s feverish, feeling as foggy with delight as the man in his arms. Selfishly, he wants any person who sees Ai to know this moment happened. Sharp teeth drag close to Ai’s throat as his body grows more inviting than ever. He could get addicted to this taste.
He hears his name, his mind exits the fog. What he remembered was Ai’s legs opening for him and now his knees tight against Rin’s body. There’s dry salt still over his temples from minutes before. Ai is practically begging for release. He hesitates to mar this moment with his own, stupid voice when Ai coming so thoroughly undone is the only song he ever wanted to hear. He hesitates a breath, hitching behind his unshy smile, ] Yeah? You’re gonna-- [ light and airy, his voice oozes glee as he echos the same breathlessness. He can't help but tease, even now.
His eyes fixate on Ai, his hand unrelenting as he pleasures him. His other, still supporting Ai’s back with all his strength, buckles against his skin as he grips onto him. As badly as he wants to layer kisses over that restless mouth, he can't help but find himself rather jealous of the sight Ai got to see tonight. ]
[It's a surprise to no one - not to Ai, and it shouldn't be to Rin - that the thing that pushes him surely over the edge is the sound of Rin's voice.
Even if it's a chide, a goad; Ai is weak to it, the audible reminder of who exactly has him in hand at the moment, who exactly he's lain with, who exactly he gets to unpack and figure out complicated answers with in the coming hours, days. There's a full-bodied shudder, a tug of his brow, and then lips agape as Rin brings him over, spending himself over his knuckles.
As he rides it out, his hands wrap strongly around Rin's shoulders, one in his hair; he feels so pried open and vulnerable, but is still making sure Rin is looking, as promised. It isn't until he has nothing left to give, soft pants sucked in through parted lips and clammy sweat on his neck, that Ai finally allows himself a sweet kiss. Maybe a touch too indulgent; he leans into Rin slowly, curls his hand in his hair. Noses at his smile line as he parts.
... Suddenly, at once, Ai is throwing himself backward against whatever part of the futon will catch him, and has his grip on Rin's shoulders and head strong enough to try and pull him down with him. Prone, naked, a little sweaty, but Ai could not think of breaking away so soon; he wants a moment to simply indulge. Because who knows what comes after this?]
Rin-senpai, [he intones; whether or not he's been able to pull them both down onto the futon or not, Ai's mumbling against Rin's temple with an exhausted, cheeky smile,] There's a husk to your voice when I know you're about to taunt me. It's the same in the water, too.
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Date: 2025-08-22 02:15 pm (UTC)And yet given a few years, a few centimeters, a few new notches to his backbone... Ai wonders passively if Rin has thought about this as much as Ai has historically. Would Rin have corralled him against a desk like this, too?
Rin's eyes on him are heavy, and though Ai can say he's finally proud of the body he pilots, the sensation of being appraised and scrutinized still nearly makes him squirm. Rather than acquiesce to the insecurity, though, Ai instead chooses to lean into what is tangible; Rin's hand roams down his body, and Ai presses his chest up into that touch, rolls his stomach against it. He isn't showing off as much as he is trying to encourage more of that out of Rin.
Then he feels it.
For a split second Ai breaks their gaze to look down to where their bodies kiss, and there is just-- something about the visual. Two intentions caught against wrinkled fabric, Rin's hand so painfully close. Ai looks back up to him, and without even realizing it, one of his hands has skirted toward Rin's waist, his abdomen, his pelvic bone...
His breath hitches subtly on the back of his throat, caught between his growing arousal, the tightness in his chest, and the way Rin's lips seem as if they cannot leave him for longer than a half-second. He begins his answer by leaning a little off the counter, entire body flush to Rin's, trying to get him on his heel,] I really thought, [another soft kiss; one of Ai's hands is cupping the side of Rin's nape gently,] you'd sleep here tonight. For what it's worth.
[Tenderly he noses as Rin's cheek; kisses the corner of his lips.] Let me join you.
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Date: 2025-08-24 08:00 pm (UTC)He grins. If any gap in experience existed between them, he doesn’t sense it at all. Ai orchestrated the perfect melody over his heartstrings. It’s only after a long, beloved kiss that Rin relents, giving passage to the young man so they could move to the next room. Behind Ai’s back, he glances down at himself, his arousal pitched high and calves exposed. Ugh. He’ll just step out of these now.
Rin catches the light switch behind them, letting in cool light from outside. At last able to hear over his own pant, it’s plain that the rain has stopped, and in this quiet suburb the moonlight could finally cut through the clouds. Rin closes the distance behind Ai, pressing his bare body against his former classmate’s back and leaning his jaw into Ai’s ear. His arm wraps around Ai’s chest. ] Listen. You think of something you want, just say the word. I’ll give you whatever to think fondly of when I’m away.
[ Sound familiar? The sweet words Ai spoke himself not so long ago. Rin kisses the side of his head. His free hand draws a line across the edge of Ai’s pants before pulling them carefully down; possibly Ai knew before Rin had already ditched the shorts he borrowed. Possibly he’s just now finding out. The curve of his erection follows the cure of Ai’s ass. The moment he’s satisfied with the connection, even if he doesn’t bother to completely remove the pants himself, he grabs the base of Ai’s shaft, testing the waters first before following the length up; eye closed, letting sensation paint the image of Ai’s arousal. ]
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Date: 2025-08-24 08:36 pm (UTC)Options that mean little, anyway, when in his pursuit he is stopped first by watching the lights dim off, affecting the mood in the studio immediately to something more sultry. In the next second Rin is close behind him, arms wrapped to his front, and it is very very hard to miss the soft keen that trails on an exhale out of his nose. Instinctively it leaves Ai to push back against Rin, hips jut to encourage Rin's hands as they push the fabric lower--
Yeah, he's only feeling it now. Rin's bare hardness presently pressed to the slope of his own ass. Though Rin cannot see it where he's wrung his eyes shut, Ai's bottom lip catches between his teeth. All at once, this entire encounter stepped out of his dreams and into a tangible reality.
Rin said something - Ai's mind is fogged over with his lust. Think, Aiichirou! In a flash, what Rin had said clicks, and that alone elicits another shudder out of him.]
I think you'll find I'm more selfish than you are, senpai. [Maybe not holistically, but in this specific instance? Ai was entirely unashamed to admit he's greedy. He lolls his head back, pressed to Rin's shoulder. With one hand, Ai reaches up to drape his arm behind Rin's head, into his hair, gripping softly. With the other, Ai reaches behind him to grab hold of Rin's hip, his own eyes fluttering shut. Ai gently rocks his hips to the almost lazy cadence with which Rin strokes him, pressing into Rin's palm on one beat, and pressing back against all of him, shamelessly, in the next.] More of this. Please.
[Ai turns his head to find the shell of Rin's ear; blunt fingernails dig softly into the skin of his hip. Lascivious overtones aside, he's smiling sincerely.] If I can't give you a new problem to bring back to Australia, I don't think I'll be satisfied.
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Date: 2025-08-25 02:51 am (UTC)If anything, his pleading feeds Rin perfectly, and he growls at the request. Glee vibrates in his chest and shoulders to feel Ai’s erection firm in his hand, delighted to pleasure this man against his palm. He pulls a short length of foreskin back to polish its head. His hand sweeps low to tease and massage his undercarriage.
It’s hard not to resist the genuine laugh that hits when Ai whispers in his ear, distracted long enough to lift his head and see those beautiful eyes. ] Tch, you brat. You’ve always been a problem. [ Well, maybe not always always. Not like this, but certainly long enough. Later, he might consider when it began, but right now, he’s stealing those sassy lips and squeezing Ai tight, body and arousal. ]
Lay down, [ he mutters, stroking his throat. He'll relinquish Ai from his hold easily. ]
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Date: 2025-08-25 03:16 am (UTC)Can't help but preen a little when called a problem, though Rin might identify the genuine, somewhat rueful titter accompanying his expression,] News to me. [He tried not to be too saccharine, usually, but Rin is going to be absolutely pelted with questions after this was done.
He leans up into that kiss; presses back against Rin in a very deliberate way. And then Rin's giving him a gentle command, and who is Ai to say no?
He turns in Rin's hold; pauses a moment to capture his lips again, and use the switched proximity to, just for a moment, trail a hand down the length of Rin's abdomen to take his shaft into Ai's palm. Only a few strokes, languid and slow; equal parts gratitude and a promise of patience that will pay off. Has to marvel, for those few seconds, how good it feels to hold Rin in his palm, warm and heady.
His palm trails up Rin's hip, over to his forearm. Gently pries Rin's hand away from his body. Ai walks the remaining few steps backwards to the futon, kissing Rin's fingertips; then his palm; then his pulse.
Sky blue eyes are rapt upon deep crimson as Ai shifts to lay down on the futon, encouraging Rin on top of him by the hand he's taken in his own. And for all his bravado, and his absolute certainty he would rather be nowhere else on planet earth right now than on a futon underneath Matsuoka Rin, it is this proximity in this dim light with this particular man that has his heart taking a leaping jump out of his chest and straight into his throat.
No sense in being shy when Rin's seen all of him, Ai tells himself; it's all he can do to laugh a little, the noise an airy lilt. He leans up a little on his elbow to be closer to the parts he's most invested in: those damning lips, and the cut jugular of Rin's neck. Both are peppered and lavished in soft nips, delivered via smile.]
Please touch me before I start running laps.
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Date: 2025-08-25 05:02 am (UTC)It’s hard to believe what a romantic Ai is, after knowing him all these years. To kiss his small appendages so affectionately. Even as a hissed tch slips passed him--his usual dismissive verbal tick--he looks so stupid, fucking happy. A big smile tears through his heated cheeks as he shakes his head. Ai, you devil. Encouraging him! If the distance were larger, he’d be chasing Ai to the bottom, full speed, not a second thought in his mind. In moments Rin is on top of Ai, smothering his lips, licking them, dancing their tongues together before those kisses pour over Ai’s cheek and jaw.
His laughter rumbles against Ai’s throat. ] Geez, thirsty. [ Teasingly, he bites at the pulse in Ai’s neck—not enough to leave a mark. Sorry, looking like a slut might be for later.
Despite the hurried begging, Rin simply has to take his time with this moment. He’d give himself Ai’s promised “problem” just as easily. His lips plot a course from his neck down, lower, leaving Ai’s nipple wet after a long lick. Maybe another time he’d spoil these muscles proper, but even Rin had to admit he felt impatience burning in the back of his throat. His abdomen… the hair around his sex… Rin kissed and inched hungrily down Ai’s body, missing the head of his sex to instead brush the shaft against his cheek as he made his way down.
Hovering over Ai’s sex, he glances up, rubies set ablaze. He’s smirking. ] Well?
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Date: 2025-08-25 02:34 pm (UTC)The first noise out of him is a breathy laugh, about to retort. But then Rin's biting his pulse, and the first honest-to-goodness moan rolls off Ai's wet lips at the feeling. A sensitivity for sure, and there is most certainly a small, teeny whine when his neck isn't burning in Rin's wake. At once, fingernails are gently scraping against Rin's scalp.]
God, please, [is his first frustrated exhale, though it's somewhat lost in the air between them. Rin's lips are suddenly escaping south, and every inch claimed lower on his body leaves Ai's diaphragm pulling in air as if he had been deprived of it. He looks down the length of his own body, looks at the borderline lascivious sight of his shaft pressed against Rin's cheek. It isn't Ai's finest moment, the way his jaw is agape, lust overriding his senses and forcing him into an uncharacteristic silence. Rin's stupid little smirk is what tears him back to reality.
Ai throws his head back with his mounting arousal, frustrated for an entirely different reason now; thighs unconsciously tense and sex twitching with his anticipation. Even just this external warmth was killing him. But no, the unfiltered thoughts that come flying off his lips don't begin and end with how badly he wants Rin to just turn his head a little this way--]
It's unfair. [He's gathered some of Rin's hair between his fingers. Tugs only a little to make sure Rin's looking at him.] You have, [pause for coherency. Ai's cheeks go from gently dusted to the colour of Rin's eyes in seconds flat,] --You have no idea how badly I've wanted to see a sight like this. [Or how often he's imagined the reverse, but he might short circuit trying to articulate that much.] Rin-senpai, Please.
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Date: 2025-08-25 08:42 pm (UTC)Not unlike before, his lips start first at the base, kissing the stretch of skin between Ai’s erection and his sack. Another kiss—his lips press into its firmness as he shifts his posture. A low, pleasant chuckle rolls out of him as he adores whatever unique features Ai’s cock might offer: feeling veins against his tongue, kissing whatever marks may be there. Rudely, he offers teeth at Ai's shaft, testing Ai’s patience for his voracious lust and total fixation.
Each little movement brings him higher up the length of Ai’s sex until the bottom curve of head touches his lips, where he finally takes it in hand to lift it upright. Ai has waited this long to see a sight like this, huh? It’s plain that Rin chooses to pose with the erection, just once, just long enough to burn it into Ai’s mind: the head of his cock pressed up against the corner of Rin’s lips. His eyes stare, hooded, back at Ai. His hand massages the length. A living memory for him, for as long as it mattered to them both.
It’s only once he’s satisfied with the performance that he finally gives himself what he wants. Taking the head of Ai’s cock into his mouth never looked so effortless. Fingers pull back the short length of foreskin as Rin starts to suck and roll his tongue around the smooth bell end. Mouth full, he groans with pleasure, the hum of his throat vibrating around Ai’s sex. He can hardly focus on anything, but here and there spares a glance up Ai’s body to see the results of his work. At last his hand withdraws from the shaft, giving him room to take more into his mouth, bobbing his head and working his way lower and lower down the length. Behind the scene, he paws at his own sex, less focused but still delighted. His mouth takes on Ai down to the very last millimeter.
And back up again, he gasps for air, swimming too long in a pool of arousal. He swears under his breath before taking Ai back into his mouth. He tastes incredible. ]
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Date: 2025-08-25 09:13 pm (UTC)His mind truthfully and honestly blows hot-white at the visual Rin supplies to him, the confidence and sultry intent dripping off from his hooded gaze going straight to Ai's cock; Rin can likely even feel the way it twitches, pressed against the corner of his lips. He doesn't moan so much as whine, finally breaking that incredibly intense eye contact to again throw his head back, this time accompanied with an arm over his face, fingers in Rin's hair pulling, and a back arched up and off the sheet. If he had less stamina to spare, that alone might've done him in, his want - whet over several years of longing - reaching a fever pitch.
Rin works at him slowly, the incredible wet warmth of his mouth leaving Ai's own agape with soft noises. The sharp edges of Rin's teeth barely ghost his shaft, but it's enough to make Ai hiss. Embarrassingly, he likes it.] Senpai, [comes the heady chide, a noise that so badly wants to sound annoyed but instead just sounds taken. It's only when Rin works up a tempo that Ai deigns to look down at him again, watching with rapt and almost entranced attention at how his dick disappears between soft lips, over and over. This, too, elicits a soft whine from him.
He's up on one elbow, wanting the purview more than he does the relaxation; wants to feel a part of it. Rin pops off from him for that split second, and in that same cursed breath Ai is shifting his hand from Rin's hair to the side of his jaw, appreciative, thumbing some saliva away from the corner of Rin's lips. Then it's right back to it, white-knuckled in Rin's hair as Rin picks up right where he left off. Ai's head lolls forward, to the side; a breathy exhale, and then his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, staying himself.
Subtly, he rolls his hips against Rin's tempo. Not deeper; not more. But as if he's matching the action for himself, indulging in what Rin so obviously wants him to take.]
You're good at this, [he finally manages on a titter, breathless and worked up. His voice then grows just a touch quieter,] Not-- not too much. [Quieter still, voice fogged with his intent,] It's no good if I can't have my way, too. [By which he means tear Rin apart at the seams, which is hard to do when Rin's working him like that. Ai was greedy: wanted his cake and to eat it too.]
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Date: 2025-09-04 09:31 pm (UTC)But he did promise Ai the lead, and he realizes he caved to his own heavy desire a little early. Despite that (and despite his full mouth), he groans at the plea, almost unwilling to pull away, and his reluctance shows. Ai's cock tastes heavenly. He pulls away and sits back, one hand catching Ai’s erection as the other touches his own mouth. His eyes stare long and hard at Ai, breathless as they each are, hot with arousal. He grins, his teeth visible behind his fingers. ] Next time, I’ll have you all my way instead. [ A threat and a promise? He’d be crazy to bed a man this handsome only once, he thinks. Never minding his pining heart.
Rin swallows against a coating of precome in his mouth and then, before Ai can move the plot his own way, crawls forward to kiss him. Soft and sweet, this time. ]
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Date: 2025-09-06 01:01 am (UTC)... Mostly. The mental image of Rin looking up at him like that still has his heart throbbing in his throat, and will be a snapshot mental image Ai carries with him for a very, very long time.
No words; his eyes are leaden on Rin's, watching him catch his breath, smirk in that way of his. And when he speaks, the smile Ai wears in turn is equal parts stunned and self-satisfied.] You could take as much as you want now, [he intones, cheeks pleasantly flushed,] But I'll hardly be the reason you choose to walk back on that. [Next time. His idiot heart thumps all over again.
He was about to shift up, but Rin's lips are so sweetly on his, a touch of which Ai keens against, tasting himself on Rin's lips. His hands slide up Rin's back, over his shoulders, into his hair; his legs splay to allow their bodies closer, and Ai isn't shy about the way he gently rolls his hips up, languid and lazy, letting their heats press together.
Kisses Rin again, tongue sliding along his bottom lip. Then, Ai's speaking in a breathy tone against the shell of his ear, hands coming down to Rin's hips,] Turn over for me?
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Date: 2025-09-07 06:41 pm (UTC)Turn over? Against Ai’s lips, he clicks his teeth at the request. A single hand comes up to touch Ai’s jaw, tilting his head into this long, breathless kiss.
He draws back finally, careful to let Ai ground himself again before he lets go completely. He huffs out a sigh, catching his breath. His cheeks are flushed red as he stares briefly at the nap of Ai’s neck. His gaze flicks back up, a long stare into Ai’s. He laughs, small and subtle; affection tickles his voice as he tilts his head and looks down. What a pretty guy, Rin thinks.
He sits back and pushes Ai’s leg out of the way – actually, he pushes most of Ai out of the way, grabbing enough of the young man to roll him to the side and give himself extra room on the futon. He falls into place, laying himself down on his back with a self-satisfied and pompous expression. He smirks, head nearly unmoving as he glances at Ai. ]
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Date: 2025-09-08 12:50 am (UTC)... And gently moving Ai over, too. Something about the ease with which Rin maneuvers his leg out of the way and encourages him onto his side leaves Ai nearly laughing he's so beside his own arousal,] Maybe the bed would have been better. [Next time, his brain supplies. He shifts to sit up once he's made room for Rin on the futon, pausing only long enough to just--
Look. At that cocky expression, and the muscular lines of his torso, and his beautiful red hair fanning around him. And Ai thinks, yes, this is exactly what I wanted, eyes rapt upon Rin's immaculate form as Ai slowly tosses a leg over Rin's hips.
He neglects them both the chance to acclimate, immediately sinking upon Rin with splayed thighs, catching his shaft squarely underneath the cleave of Ai's body. Ai steadies himself with hands on Rin's upper torso-- and despite his seemingly confident posture, there is something just a touch self-conscious in the flutter of his eyelashes, eyes rolling shut as his hips roll forward. A slow drag, and a subtle friction-- but it's close, and more embarrassingly, something he's thought of more than once.
The heat is triple-digits, but the contact not enough; Ai shifts to lay forward, chest down on Rin's, bodies flush. Drags his hips forward again, and again, grinding against him shamelessly... Almost as shameless as the way he drapes his head to the side, exposing his neck to Rin, and conveniently nestling his own head where Rin can't read his expression, only hear his lilted exhales.]
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Date: 2025-09-10 04:56 am (UTC)Rin’s hands smooths up Ai’s thigh as he settles into his lap, his grip firm and wanting. It’s hard to decide what to watch, the meeting of their sexes or the fog in Ai’s heated expression. Well, one of these is certainly more special than the other. He didn’t need to see to know what he felt against his sex, as captivating as the sight could be. As Rin watches the other’s eyes close, he smirks: Told you not to look away. Oh well; something in Ai’s disposition tells him to let it be, thought he can’t tell what. He groans noticeably as Ai experiences that first thrust, gaze fixed on the young man atop him. If he won’t see how good this feels right now, he should at least hear it.
His one hand then follows up Ai’s side and around his back as their bodies become closer. His fingers tangle into Ai’s hair as the skin of their breasts touch. Naturally, his lips press against the side of Ai’s head, at first a soft croon as the weight of the young man’s body settles into him. He, then, growls and laugh as another wave of pleasure washes over him, flexing his fingers and tugging at the hairs caught in between.
He’s being taunted, whether on purpose, yet it fills his senses with steam. His lips grow more eager, impatient, craning to layer kisses and nips Ai’s neck. His hips rise and trust into the sensation. ] Fuck, [ he groans, his free hand grabbing onto Ai’s ass. Make that two, actually. His head rolls back as he moans, hands desperate to find purchase as Ai ruts against him. Nails dig in deep. Beneath his breath, he can’t help but plead to Ai. ]
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Date: 2025-09-10 02:34 pm (UTC)Rin's hand on his thigh has a soft breath exhaled on his lips; climbing up the length of his body, up his spine, into his hair, gripping leaves Ai with a shuddered moan, torn straight up from the back of his throat. And there is just something about Rin's disposition, all confident touches and spots of laughter that make the thicket of fog in Ai's head grow thicker.
Maybe he was taunting, maybe he wasn't; maybe he was indulging a little bit, unaware of the effect it was having on his former senior. Rin makes that explicitly clear with his groan, though, and the way his lips and teeth elicit stuttered, hissed breaths from Ai's lungs, and the way his hands grip him and mould their bodies closer.] Rin-senpai, [comes a heady, airy beckon, the way he ruts down against Rin more intent; languid motion set to the wayside in favour of much more deliberate, rhythmic, full-bodied rolls of his hips. Forward along his shaft; backward up and into his hands. As if trying to memorize the drag of every single inch of Rin's cock against his sensitive undercarriage.
Ai shifts up, just a little; his head hovers right above Rin's. Sky blue eyes flutter open enough to flash a glance at Rin's expression, trying to take him in. Then Ai is kissing him, hard. Desperate isn't quite the word, but there is a fervent want in the gentle whine that pools behind his parted lips, and the way one of his hands flies behind his own body to catch Rin's, pushing it harder against the plush skin of his ass.]
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Date: 2025-09-10 07:59 pm (UTC)Is it too much to move on his own? He whines against the fervent kiss, tongue dancing with Ai’s. Did Ai get it from before? Ai’s not the only one burning with want, but gods, he wanted Ai to have this moment in whatever way. It’s only Ai's hand, implicitly begging him to hold on, that tells Rin he’s fine. Thoughtlessly, he pulls at Ai's ass cheeks, stretching him intimately, before adjusting his legs to meet Ai where they are; the rhythm of his trusts moves in tandem with Ai.
He hates to admit it, but his body is already overworked from earlier. He’s sensitive from a long absence of touch; the season stole so much of his time, as it always did. Rin jerks out of the kiss, gasping for air, his hips falling briefly out of rhythm: ] hn, fuck me-- [ not a plead, but a curse. Too soon. His hand jerks up to grab Ai’s neck and hold him down, lips barely touching but still he needed air. Come paints his abs as his own rolling want begins to wane. Tears dot the corners of his eyes as they roll backward. ]
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Date: 2025-09-10 08:40 pm (UTC)It's so sudden and unexpected, and Ai lets out a small gasp at the sudden feeling of Rin's stuttered movement, twitching arousal, and a wet warmth smearing itself on his lower belly between their bodies.
He will not insult Rin by looking down-- not that he could, anyway, what with the strength Rin's just peeled him off and away from his face, seemingly desperate to pull air into his lungs. If Ai were younger, less confident, less sure, he'd be mortified and insulted in equal measure. But like this? No expectations, just indulgence?
Rin's eyes might glass over, but Ai feels an overwhelming sense of pride at having brought him to the precipice with just this much. His movements have stilled, not wanting to push Rin into oversensitivity; despite Rin's unreadable reaction to his own sudden orgasm, Ai seems undeterred, kissing where he could. the side of Rin's jaw, his clavicle.
He shifts just a little lower on Rin's body, straddling his thighs more than his lap; Ai appreciatively smooths his hands over Rin's upper torso, down to his ribs, back up again. Seems not to be paying too much attention to his own painfully hard arousal, only on helping Rin come down. Ai can't help but chew his bottom lip, a little.]
I got to see it, [he murmurs, voice almost breathless,] the kind of face you make. [His voice grows quieter still, kissing above Rin's breast.] It's mine now.
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Date: 2025-09-10 09:40 pm (UTC)Ai speaks, and he laughs through his teeth, airy and disconnected. ] Such a dork, [ He’s embarrassed, but not ashamed. Yeah, it is his now. Rin’s hand comes lazily up to pet Ai’s soft head of hair as kisses are laid upon his chest. His eyes look up and above him, starting briefly out the window and Ai fawns over his fatigued body. A blink knocks the tears from his lashes, fine with what a wreck he is in bed. This really is the difference between a lover and, well, whatever Rin has been up to. Ai is impossibly sweet.
He... is so fucked, in the best way possible.
Rin groans as he lifts himself up, still breathless. Just a guess at a glance, but he’d think he’d be more of a mess if Ai had also climaxed. ] And? You? Shouldn’t a selfish lover be finished by now? [ He smirks and cocks his eyebrow. He hasn’t forgotten that claim. He'll sit up more if Ai gives him an inch. ]
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Date: 2025-09-10 10:01 pm (UTC)He'd thought Rin to be upset for a second there; Ai is glad that isn't the case. He's never been more relieved to be called a dork, even if it does earn Rin an eye roll.] Let me have this much, [he protests gently, as if this entire encounter hasn't just been one instance of Ai insisting let me have this after another. Rin was a fool to spoil him.
He sits back as Rin sits up, even doing him the favour of sliding off his legs and to the side; this does leave Ai's one leg cast over Rin's, but it's hardly impossible for Rin to move or shift like this at least. It's here, confronted over his bravado and his acute lack of completion that Ai's expression shifts just a little bashful. He allows himself to look down this time, to Rin's body; to the spoils across his lower abdomen. Heat blossoms in his chest, and Ai can't resist smoothing his hand over Rin's upper thigh.]
I got what I wanted, [he admits easily. Then his eyebrows are knitting, looking at Rin with a simper this time,] I'm a little slow is all. It isn't you, I promise. [Endurance. Stamina. Poor guy had it in spades. His razor in the water; his heel in bed.]
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Date: 2025-09-13 01:42 am (UTC)[ There’s a devilish smirk on his lips as he hisses a command, shifting himself as much as pulling Ai back into his lap. His legs are spread but crossed at the ankle as he fits Ai into the space in between. His hands guide Ai to hold onto his shoulders. He wraps his arm around Ai to support him in place and leans his face into Ai’s and grins. ] Tell me, with a straight face, that you haven’t thought how badly you’ve wanted more.
[ He didn’t know. He didn’t need to know. But he did need to stoke that fire, and he didn’t mind taking a shot in the dark if it could ignite a flame. His hand pinches along Ai’s leg, his thumb sunk deep into the muscle of his inner thigh as it massages up. He doesn’t take Ai immediately, waiting for whatever answer he wanted to give, but the tips of his fingers do brush against the length of his erection, reminding him that he can want as much as he needs. ]
It's no fun if I'm the only one who's a mess.
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Date: 2025-09-13 02:20 am (UTC)time and time again the only thing, the one thing Ai would bother to commit to phantom memory is Rin's face. Not the mental supposition of his touch; not even his voice, so readily available in Ai's mental recall. But what a sight it must be to see the proud and strong Matsuoka Rin come undone, and what it must feel like to know he's responsible for it.
He was being sincere, but then Rin's looking at him like that--]
I--!
[And the sudden heat with which Rin meets him floods straight to his weeping cock, though it does unfortunately make a pitstop on the way, Ai's engine cranking at maximum throttle in his chest. Ai chews into his bottom lip, and it isn't coy; it's a violent thing, trying so hard to maintain a composure, to not cross a line, but.
Frankly, fuck.]
Of course I have, [he admits far too easily, even if it's with a somewhat set jaw; his words are interrupted by his own soft gasp at the way Rin pinches his skin,] Because it's you.
[The way Rin undoes his composure is almost professional, honestly. And borderline miraculous; Nitori Aiichirou was not known for a weak resolve, after all. He shamelessly rolls his hips forward as if trying to chase the barely-there touch Rin had just glossed against him, one of his hands scrambling up into Rin's hair and the other digging blunt fingernails into the back of his shoulder.
He exhales one shuddered breath before daring to bring sky blue eyes up to meet crimson, resigned to his need.]
Go ahead and show me, then. Make a mess of me. Just remember it'll be yours to clean up after, this time.
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Date: 2025-09-14 05:35 am (UTC)This admission, because it’s you, burns with climactic energy, and had he not been spent so shortly before, this moment could have changed certainly. He’s embarrassed with himself, his heart so easily weakened by the thought of being wanted too deeply, so terribly that it made Ai clench his teeth and hiss. All too well, he understood that pent of frustration. Different, yet, it shared a commonality; an all-consuming desire for one singular connection.
He has only a moment to consider words akin to an apology, not that now is the time. Ai thrusts with wanting and Rin catches his sex, languidly stoking the flames he’s rekindled in Ai. His to clean up? He chortles. He hasn’t even cleaned up himself. ]
Good, [ Rin whispers, his voice oddly sweet. If their faces hadn’t been so close, Ai might notice the unusually dreamy affection that blooms from his cheeks. He kisses Ai. His hand wraps around the head of Ai’s erection to rub and polish, each motion lengthening by millimeters until Rin his tugging every inch of Ai’s cock up and down. Briefly, his hand will brush low, teasing Ai’s balls only enough to test his tolerance.
It’s only now that Rin seems to finally cave to an earlier suggestion; as Ai grows more worked up, more desperate for breath, Rin finally draws out of the kisses to spoil the nape of Ai’s neck, picking his marks carefully as he sucks and bites into him, seeming less and less focused on courtesy lust boils in his chest. ]
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Date: 2025-09-14 02:59 pm (UTC)Thirty seconds ago, this only applied to his aspirations and dreams. How humbling it is for the fog to clear and for self-actualization to hit him so potently it upends his mentalscape entirely. Ah, so that's what this is.
A small noise escapes him when Rin kisses him again, and another as Rin works at his length with a dutiful intent; Ai's legs fall a bit more splayed as if to try and welcome in all Rin had to offer, also enabling him to better leverage himself so as to shamelessly buck up into Rin's hold on him, matching whatever tempo he's set.
What finally makes that heat begin to coil and threaten, though, is feeling Rin's lips against his nape; worse still when he bites, stealing from Ai a moan so overt it borders on salacious and uncharacteristic both. Stuck between ministrations, his cock twitches at attention, thigh muscles tensing as Ai tries to delay what is now inevitable.]
Rin-senpai, [comes the warning-- the plea?, Ai shifting his head further to the side to expose new mars to cool air, for a moment burrowing his face into Rin's shoulder... And then he remembers, for the second time. Conjures within himself the mental presence to bring his head center again, forehead pressed to Rin's; a hand steady on Rin's jaw and nape, keeping him there. Imploring him to look.]
Close-- Senpai, please, I'm--
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Date: 2025-09-15 06:07 am (UTC)He hears his name, his mind exits the fog. What he remembered was Ai’s legs opening for him and now his knees tight against Rin’s body. There’s dry salt still over his temples from minutes before. Ai is practically begging for release. He hesitates to mar this moment with his own, stupid voice when Ai coming so thoroughly undone is the only song he ever wanted to hear. He hesitates a breath, hitching behind his unshy smile, ] Yeah? You’re gonna-- [ light and airy, his voice oozes glee as he echos the same breathlessness. He can't help but tease, even now.
His eyes fixate on Ai, his hand unrelenting as he pleasures him. His other, still supporting Ai’s back with all his strength, buckles against his skin as he grips onto him. As badly as he wants to layer kisses over that restless mouth, he can't help but find himself rather jealous of the sight Ai got to see tonight. ]
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Date: 2025-09-15 02:24 pm (UTC)Even if it's a chide, a goad; Ai is weak to it, the audible reminder of who exactly has him in hand at the moment, who exactly he's lain with, who exactly he gets to unpack and figure out complicated answers with in the coming hours, days. There's a full-bodied shudder, a tug of his brow, and then lips agape as Rin brings him over, spending himself over his knuckles.
As he rides it out, his hands wrap strongly around Rin's shoulders, one in his hair; he feels so pried open and vulnerable, but is still making sure Rin is looking, as promised. It isn't until he has nothing left to give, soft pants sucked in through parted lips and clammy sweat on his neck, that Ai finally allows himself a sweet kiss. Maybe a touch too indulgent; he leans into Rin slowly, curls his hand in his hair. Noses at his smile line as he parts.
... Suddenly, at once, Ai is throwing himself backward against whatever part of the futon will catch him, and has his grip on Rin's shoulders and head strong enough to try and pull him down with him. Prone, naked, a little sweaty, but Ai could not think of breaking away so soon; he wants a moment to simply indulge. Because who knows what comes after this?]
Rin-senpai, [he intones; whether or not he's been able to pull them both down onto the futon or not, Ai's mumbling against Rin's temple with an exhausted, cheeky smile,] There's a husk to your voice when I know you're about to taunt me. It's the same in the water, too.
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