[ 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.
[ Rin is careful to slow as Ai comes undone, but not to a full stop yet. A small gesture to let that afterglow shine just a little too long; long enough to melt its memory into Ai’s heart. He’d judge himself a poor lover if he couldn’t live in Ai’s mind days longer than the moment could last, at least. He’s already sure he won’t forget this radiant haze, Ai exhausted with pleasure. He laughs, low and sweet, unheard of outside this kind of intimacy. From Rin, now, it seems unfamiliar, but Ai would know it well soon enough.
A kiss can hardly be a touch too indulgent if Rin gives to it just as freely.
It’s a little hard with the pose, the mess in his hands, but he tries to move quickly to let Ai recline against the futon. He smirks, but only half way, captured in the visage of Ai sprawled out. He gets the message, though, voluntarily shifting himself to follow. His filthy hand hovers low at their waists, trying to keep out of scene; his clean hand presses into the floor as he leans in. He kisses Ai’s breathless mouth simply, warmly, and pulls back again. Unfortunately, what comes after this is fulfilling an earlier demand: clean up. ]
That so? [ he mutters as he gets up to find Ai’s tissues, wrong at least once before finding them quickly; he sort of remembered from surveying the space before. It could easily be missed in the motion, but he finally rubs away the dried tears from earlier, at last annoyed by the cling of salt. He settles with the box of issues nearby. ]
Guess that’s true, [ he did have a bad habit of goading, but it’s not like he thought hard about it. ] Amazed you still have energy to say anything at all.
[There is almost something of a petulant whine when Rin gets up, not because Ai feels entitled to Rin or his affections or his intimacy, but because he has an idea of where Rin's trotting off to, and the far too forward and blunt thought that crosses his mind is I could have cleaned it up faster.
Rin's back is to him for only a few seconds as he seeks out the tissues, but it's enough for Ai to capture a mental snapshot of his naked body, half-illuminated by what faint moonlight is dribbling in through his sheer curtains, hair a mess. Knowing Ai's put him in that state. For a moment, Ai's curled knuckles press to his lips, trying to stay his heart from whipping circles up and out of his chest.
It puts him somewhere else for a moment. Somewhere distant; somewhere younger. When so much as looking upon Rin in their shared dorm would cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach, and Ai had to learn very very quickly how to keep such things from overtaking his countenance, lest he give Matsuoka-senpai the wrong idea. How lucky he feels now that letting such a thing out in the open doesn't put him in a tailspin.
No; as Rin approaches again, Ai's smile is sunny, betraying someone who just had an orgasm pulled out of him by the half-decade one-sided love of his life.]
You say that, yet you're the one on your feet, senpai. [Or, well, Rin had been a second ago. Ai sits up a little, even if it's presently the last thing he wants to do; appreciatively lets his hand skate over the knolls of Rin's taut lower abdomen.] You were the first to point out my stamina, besides. [Years ago, where Ai's brain had transported to for a moment, not that he expects Rin to follow that train of thought.
The silence that follows ought to be peaceful. But Ai's anxious heart still holds some amount of worry that what happens here stays here. A timer. Never mind the fact they'd both somewhat overtly exchanged promises. Never mind his confidence that a month was plentiful time to make memories. He said as much earlier: I'm selfish. He wants as much of Rin as he can take, before he's unable to take much at all.
[ Rin smirks, cleaning his hand with a laugh. ] I finished ten minutes ago. You just did this, [ there’s a small movement, a tiny implication, of how recently Ai had finished. Tissues are used and wadded up as Rin sets them out of Ai’s sight. His mind, truthfully, still fogged and empty from the encounter. He glances, wordlessly, back as Ai reflects on a history long, long past. A subtle, unconscious nod speaks for the memory that drifts through his head. It wasn’t his choice to put Ai in long-distance back then, but it made sense for… well, a few reasons. There’s little else for him to wonder.
His eyes find the nearest clock, looking even more tired now that he spies the time. Lust and passion are truly the only reason his eyes are still open. Would Ai even care? He’s pretty sure a bath would just put him to sleep for good.
He sighs as he reaches out to dispose of the mess. His body reclines and falls beside Ai’s. There’s no way their bodies are resting in line with the futon. He stares at the ceiling, shoulder to shoulder with the other. ] Maybe later. [ he mutters, voice barely there.
If it seems like Rin could fall asleep in a moment, it’s true; but abruptly his head turns to see the young man beside him. His hair cascades away from his face and over the sheets. A funny, dreamy smile decorates his lips. There are words he could say in this moment, hundreds even, if he had time to arrange them. His arm reaches up, a brief moment to brush his finger along Ai’s cheek. ]
You’re cute, [ he declares at last, his voice betraying a hopeless romantic. He’d thought it dozens of times over the night, but he’s sure (wrongly) it’s the first time he’s said it. At least now, it’s the first time he’s said it with so much intention. ]
[There is just. Something. Small in the back of his mind when his proposition isn't really acknowledged. Is this it? Here and gone again? A flit against his characteristically un-composed countenance, though to Rin's credit, the moment he's laid down shoulder-to-shoulder, it seems as if whatever worry had sprung up in Ai's mind melts away.
Maybe this was fine, after all. Maybe indulgence could go both ways. Maybe I'm not chasing anymore.
He cannot help the way he rolls his head over almost immediately, though lazily. Silver hair splayed over his forehead, barely brushing against the futon below him lopsidedly. Sky blue eyes take in the measure of Rin's confirmation, unabashed in how they scour deep crimson red, or the taut, sharp lines of his face, or the way his hair so beautifully fans around him. Ah, this is dangerous, isn't it? All at once, his pulse is thrumming in the triple-digits. As if he and Rin didn't just have sex, there is something about this proximity and this borderline intimacy that has an animal tearing itself from its cage inside of his chest.
Then Rin says that. And Ai shoots to sit up on his arms, blinking owlishly down at Rin.]
You said it again, [is the hushed observation he mutters without realizing he's muttered. As if the idea of Rin being into him was foreign, too. For how stuck his expression is, his appreciation can't be stilled, reaching down to push a lock of Rin's hair away from his eyes.]
T... Thank you, [comes the quiet stammer, extremely not used to being fed compliments like that. Anyone with half-working eyes could see his face is on fire, even in this dim light.]
Rin-senpai.
[This isn't enough, suddenly. Sitting here and telling Rin he's handsome isn't enough, either. He's not gonna leave room for Rin to protest; Ai is rising to his feet, uncaring that he's still completely nude and softening, scooping Rin's hand into his own to try and urge him back up on his feet.]
[ Wait, again? Although his smile doesn’t drop, his brows does flinch at a furrow. When did he—actually, never mind, it ruins the punchline.
Half-functioning, or all dreamy? He may have been asking for that flush when he whispered his heart, but hardly expected Ai’s graceful response. He thinks to ask Ai to move back toward him, to lay as lovers, but as soon as the thought strikes him, Ai is doing rather the opposite.
Ai, suddenly standing, startles Rin, but he laughs as Ai’s intentions are made apparent. At the risk of dozing off, he closes his eyes and lolls his head as he chortles. Indignation feigns in his voice. ] Geez, what a pain. I just got comfortable here, you know...
[ He could never actually say no. His small complaint is quickly brushed away. Rin stands, stretches and yawns, and at last pats Ai’s rear lightly. ] Catch me if I fall before we get there...
[Rin will get his laying as lovers, but Ai is making damn sure it isn't happening two inches off the floor. After the events of the night, and knowing they will both have one hell of a morning, and still wanting to make a good impression, and trying to do good by the sentiments he's stood by for years and years--
Yeah. Sorry, Rin, but the bed is the only option, and Ai is stubborn enough to make it happen. Would carry Rin if necessary, though thankfully it seems Rin's not completely tuckered; Ai whips his head to stare at him with an expression halfway stuck between startled and playful, Rin's hand gliding far too effortlessly along the globe of his rear.
Ah, definitely. I think this is the end for me.]
Senpai...!
[His hands fly back to cover his glutes, as if Rin hasn't had a front-row seat for about the past half hour. Strides one footfall faster with a noise from his throat as if dislodging it,]
You'll survive, [Ai coos, once the heat has dropped from him just a little; gives Rin a soft peck on his shoulder before crawling into his own bed, and holding up the covers in a very obvious beckon for Rin to join him.]
[ He’s smiling, too tired to be dastardly, but Ai’s strong response is more than a little funny. He could tease him, but, eh, there will be other times. For now, Ai is treating him sweetly, invitingly, and Rin has to admit, he’s taken by it all.
He’s not sure why: this gentle moment throws his mind backwards in time. Ai’s first year in high school, and his own second. He remembers inviting Ai into his bed--nothing quite like this moment--for help with an exercise, yet the intimacy feels undeniably familiar. Solemn confessions and outbursts of rage: in those days through to this moment, his junior still remained at his side.
It could have been anyone in those shoes. They had other teammates. Men with spirit and a passion for swimming, whose fires could have burned as hotly as Rin's own. And yet… there was Ai. Ai, whom he knew was always... different, but never defined. Sought yet unwanted; Rin struggled so deeply back then, even the thought of connecting felt as a burden, and then, again, there was still Ai. He welcomed Ai’s hovering, and at times, hovered just the same; maybe even presented himself for that chance to hear him speak and bask in his bright happiness. Ai’s heart felt so, so much lighter in those days than his own. Of course, he learned better as time passed; Ai was a person like any other, and it made him all that much easier to be with, to talk to and connect with. How did an asshole like him ever draw the eye of someone so unrepentantly kindhearted?
Doubtful that either of them ever thought it, but in hindsight it feels quite obvious: Rin needed him. Ai truly saw him at his worst in those days and stayed. If only his heart hadn’t been so burdened, it might have been easier to admit any of this. Maybe half a decade would not have been how long this all took. Ai looks… so happy right now.
His eyes close for a moment. He remembers thinking Ai was quite beautiful back then as well.
What feels like an eternity to sift through memories is really only a few seconds longer than he needed to act on Ai’s obvious invitation. Rin snags the covers and pulls them further back. With a little nudging, he coaxes his arm under the crook of Ai’s neck as he lays himself down. He grabs the young man’s waist, suggesting implicitly they lay face to face, for at least a moment. His lips find Ai’s, a small hum in his throat as he steals another kiss. ]
[It's a parallel that flits through his mind, too. Matsuoka-senpai's bed was no stranger to him; Ai had oftentimes found himself between bent knees, counting reps. Or occasionally hovering over its edge, wondering if Matsuoka-senpai wanted company after waking up in a cold sweat. What funny things time and distance and hindsight were; when Rin finally slots himself under the covers, Ai's heart leaps to the same exact heights it had five years ago.
Because so little has changed, among everything changing. That which matters - Rin's place in his life, so stoutly reserved no matter how long they go without seeing one another - has remained dutifully unmoving.
His breath hitches just a little when Rin consumes his entire periphery, but Ai is no more shy for it; shifts just a little to let Rin get his arm comfortable under the crook of Ai's neck, shifts a little closer when he feels the arm around his waist. Ai's hand for a moment comes to Rin's cheek as they share in a sweet, slow kiss, every single nerve in his body firing and then cooling at once. As Ai parts, his hand slides down to the small of Rin's back; his head rests squarely on the pillow, but sky blue eyes are rapt on Rin just centimeters beside him.
He has long eyelashes, Ai observes, thumb smoothing over a patch of skin where he's holding Rin, and the corners of his eyes are tight.
Ah... That's it, really. Rin-senpai is perfect.]
You arm will fall asleep like this. [As if that is anywhere near enough to encapsulate his rumination - and as if he'll move, either. He's dead tired, he knows Rin is too, but his tongue is strong and Ai has ran out of feet to shove into his mouth, so.]
I remember thinking how easy it'd be to crawl into your bunk. Especially on those nights where it was obvious you couldn't sleep. [He snugs his head down a little further, both against the pillow and Rin's arm.]
[ He snorts a little, his eyes drifting close. Yeah, his whole body is about to fall asleep, too, Ai. Let him have this!
But they open again, a little, as Ai asserts the next thought. So… that’s on both of their minds, then. He’s healed, sure, but those days are still hard to reflect on. They were his darkest and lowest. He was a dream chaser, and his dreams were ablaze and ashen. How much could have changed if Ai did act on that want? It... didn’t matter. He didn’t try, and Rin couldn’t blame Ai for never asking. He thinks maybe it could have just as easily been worse for them both. Ai deserved better than who he was. At least now, he can say that maybe the trouble is worth the wait. He doesn’t answer, unless the coo on his breath counts for something. It’s late. His body is spent, his heart has cooled, the alcohol dulls him; the man in his arms is warm, and his voice is sweet.
If he were asked, he’d have been sure he sleeps through the night without a peep; but tonight it felt impossible. He didn’t dream, unless his moments of cognizance counted for something. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe, there was something that made it easier to remember every time he roused. He wasn’t, for once, alone in bed. If Rin shifted, it’s only because Ai had moved before him, moving toward the warmth of skin against his own. Without a mind for propriety, his vulnerability laid itself peacefully across Ai’s sheets.
It’s still too early when drifting in-and-out of sleep finally becomes too much for Rin, but the sun is out, anyway. He rolls to his back and stares for a long time out the window. His gaze is bleary, but he knows he feels the heat of another at hand. It’s him, isn’t it? Rin turns his head again to catch sight of the tuft of gray hair. He smiles, overwhelmed. It wasn’t a dream. Fuck, he hated the morning, but this... this would be his favourite forever. ]
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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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Date: 2025-09-15 08:20 pm (UTC)A kiss can hardly be a touch too indulgent if Rin gives to it just as freely.
It’s a little hard with the pose, the mess in his hands, but he tries to move quickly to let Ai recline against the futon. He smirks, but only half way, captured in the visage of Ai sprawled out. He gets the message, though, voluntarily shifting himself to follow. His filthy hand hovers low at their waists, trying to keep out of scene; his clean hand presses into the floor as he leans in. He kisses Ai’s breathless mouth simply, warmly, and pulls back again. Unfortunately, what comes after this is fulfilling an earlier demand: clean up. ]
That so? [ he mutters as he gets up to find Ai’s tissues, wrong at least once before finding them quickly; he sort of remembered from surveying the space before. It could easily be missed in the motion, but he finally rubs away the dried tears from earlier, at last annoyed by the cling of salt. He settles with the box of issues nearby. ]
Guess that’s true, [ he did have a bad habit of goading, but it’s not like he thought hard about it. ] Amazed you still have energy to say anything at all.
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Date: 2025-09-15 08:56 pm (UTC)Rin's back is to him for only a few seconds as he seeks out the tissues, but it's enough for Ai to capture a mental snapshot of his naked body, half-illuminated by what faint moonlight is dribbling in through his sheer curtains, hair a mess. Knowing Ai's put him in that state. For a moment, Ai's curled knuckles press to his lips, trying to stay his heart from whipping circles up and out of his chest.
It puts him somewhere else for a moment. Somewhere distant; somewhere younger. When so much as looking upon Rin in their shared dorm would cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach, and Ai had to learn very very quickly how to keep such things from overtaking his countenance, lest he give Matsuoka-senpai the wrong idea. How lucky he feels now that letting such a thing out in the open doesn't put him in a tailspin.
No; as Rin approaches again, Ai's smile is sunny, betraying someone who just had an orgasm pulled out of him by the half-decade one-sided love of his life.]
You say that, yet you're the one on your feet, senpai. [Or, well, Rin had been a second ago. Ai sits up a little, even if it's presently the last thing he wants to do; appreciatively lets his hand skate over the knolls of Rin's taut lower abdomen.] You were the first to point out my stamina, besides. [Years ago, where Ai's brain had transported to for a moment, not that he expects Rin to follow that train of thought.
The silence that follows ought to be peaceful. But Ai's anxious heart still holds some amount of worry that what happens here stays here. A timer. Never mind the fact they'd both somewhat overtly exchanged promises. Never mind his confidence that a month was plentiful time to make memories. He said as much earlier: I'm selfish. He wants as much of Rin as he can take, before he's unable to take much at all.
Softly, his fingers trace down to Rin's wrist.]
Do you want to take a bath?
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Date: 2025-09-19 12:53 am (UTC)His eyes find the nearest clock, looking even more tired now that he spies the time. Lust and passion are truly the only reason his eyes are still open. Would Ai even care? He’s pretty sure a bath would just put him to sleep for good.
He sighs as he reaches out to dispose of the mess. His body reclines and falls beside Ai’s. There’s no way their bodies are resting in line with the futon. He stares at the ceiling, shoulder to shoulder with the other. ] Maybe later. [ he mutters, voice barely there.
If it seems like Rin could fall asleep in a moment, it’s true; but abruptly his head turns to see the young man beside him. His hair cascades away from his face and over the sheets. A funny, dreamy smile decorates his lips. There are words he could say in this moment, hundreds even, if he had time to arrange them. His arm reaches up, a brief moment to brush his finger along Ai’s cheek. ]
You’re cute, [ he declares at last, his voice betraying a hopeless romantic. He’d thought it dozens of times over the night, but he’s sure (wrongly) it’s the first time he’s said it. At least now, it’s the first time he’s said it with so much intention. ]
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Date: 2025-09-19 01:31 am (UTC)Maybe this was fine, after all. Maybe indulgence could go both ways. Maybe I'm not chasing anymore.
He cannot help the way he rolls his head over almost immediately, though lazily. Silver hair splayed over his forehead, barely brushing against the futon below him lopsidedly. Sky blue eyes take in the measure of Rin's confirmation, unabashed in how they scour deep crimson red, or the taut, sharp lines of his face, or the way his hair so beautifully fans around him. Ah, this is dangerous, isn't it? All at once, his pulse is thrumming in the triple-digits. As if he and Rin didn't just have sex, there is something about this proximity and this borderline intimacy that has an animal tearing itself from its cage inside of his chest.
Then Rin says that. And Ai shoots to sit up on his arms, blinking owlishly down at Rin.]
You said it again, [is the hushed observation he mutters without realizing he's muttered. As if the idea of Rin being into him was foreign, too. For how stuck his expression is, his appreciation can't be stilled, reaching down to push a lock of Rin's hair away from his eyes.]
T... Thank you, [comes the quiet stammer, extremely not used to being fed compliments like that. Anyone with half-working eyes could see his face is on fire, even in this dim light.]
Rin-senpai.
[This isn't enough, suddenly. Sitting here and telling Rin he's handsome isn't enough, either. He's not gonna leave room for Rin to protest; Ai is rising to his feet, uncaring that he's still completely nude and softening, scooping Rin's hand into his own to try and urge him back up on his feet.]
Come to the bed with me. Please.
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Date: 2025-09-20 04:14 am (UTC)Half-functioning, or all dreamy? He may have been asking for that flush when he whispered his heart, but hardly expected Ai’s graceful response. He thinks to ask Ai to move back toward him, to lay as lovers, but as soon as the thought strikes him, Ai is doing rather the opposite.
Ai, suddenly standing, startles Rin, but he laughs as Ai’s intentions are made apparent. At the risk of dozing off, he closes his eyes and lolls his head as he chortles. Indignation feigns in his voice. ] Geez, what a pain. I just got comfortable here, you know...
[ He could never actually say no. His small complaint is quickly brushed away. Rin stands, stretches and yawns, and at last pats Ai’s rear lightly. ] Catch me if I fall before we get there...
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Date: 2025-09-20 04:23 am (UTC)Yeah. Sorry, Rin, but the bed is the only option, and Ai is stubborn enough to make it happen. Would carry Rin if necessary, though thankfully it seems Rin's not completely tuckered; Ai whips his head to stare at him with an expression halfway stuck between startled and playful, Rin's hand gliding far too effortlessly along the globe of his rear.
Ah, definitely. I think this is the end for me.]
Senpai...!
[His hands fly back to cover his glutes, as if Rin hasn't had a front-row seat for about the past half hour. Strides one footfall faster with a noise from his throat as if dislodging it,]
You'll survive, [Ai coos, once the heat has dropped from him just a little; gives Rin a soft peck on his shoulder before crawling into his own bed, and holding up the covers in a very obvious beckon for Rin to join him.]
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Date: 2025-09-20 05:35 pm (UTC)He’s not sure why: this gentle moment throws his mind backwards in time. Ai’s first year in high school, and his own second. He remembers inviting Ai into his bed--nothing quite like this moment--for help with an exercise, yet the intimacy feels undeniably familiar. Solemn confessions and outbursts of rage: in those days through to this moment, his junior still remained at his side.
It could have been anyone in those shoes. They had other teammates. Men with spirit and a passion for swimming, whose fires could have burned as hotly as Rin's own. And yet… there was Ai. Ai, whom he knew was always... different, but never defined. Sought yet unwanted; Rin struggled so deeply back then, even the thought of connecting felt as a burden, and then, again, there was still Ai. He welcomed Ai’s hovering, and at times, hovered just the same; maybe even presented himself for that chance to hear him speak and bask in his bright happiness. Ai’s heart felt so, so much lighter in those days than his own. Of course, he learned better as time passed; Ai was a person like any other, and it made him all that much easier to be with, to talk to and connect with. How did an asshole like him ever draw the eye of someone so unrepentantly kindhearted?
Doubtful that either of them ever thought it, but in hindsight it feels quite obvious: Rin needed him. Ai truly saw him at his worst in those days and stayed. If only his heart hadn’t been so burdened, it might have been easier to admit any of this. Maybe half a decade would not have been how long this all took. Ai looks… so happy right now.
His eyes close for a moment. He remembers thinking Ai was quite beautiful back then as well.
What feels like an eternity to sift through memories is really only a few seconds longer than he needed to act on Ai’s obvious invitation. Rin snags the covers and pulls them further back. With a little nudging, he coaxes his arm under the crook of Ai’s neck as he lays himself down. He grabs the young man’s waist, suggesting implicitly they lay face to face, for at least a moment. His lips find Ai’s, a small hum in his throat as he steals another kiss. ]
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Date: 2025-09-20 10:54 pm (UTC)Because so little has changed, among everything changing. That which matters - Rin's place in his life, so stoutly reserved no matter how long they go without seeing one another - has remained dutifully unmoving.
His breath hitches just a little when Rin consumes his entire periphery, but Ai is no more shy for it; shifts just a little to let Rin get his arm comfortable under the crook of Ai's neck, shifts a little closer when he feels the arm around his waist. Ai's hand for a moment comes to Rin's cheek as they share in a sweet, slow kiss, every single nerve in his body firing and then cooling at once. As Ai parts, his hand slides down to the small of Rin's back; his head rests squarely on the pillow, but sky blue eyes are rapt on Rin just centimeters beside him.
He has long eyelashes, Ai observes, thumb smoothing over a patch of skin where he's holding Rin, and the corners of his eyes are tight.
Ah... That's it, really. Rin-senpai is perfect.]
You arm will fall asleep like this. [As if that is anywhere near enough to encapsulate his rumination - and as if he'll move, either. He's dead tired, he knows Rin is too, but his tongue is strong and Ai has ran out of feet to shove into his mouth, so.]
I remember thinking how easy it'd be to crawl into your bunk. Especially on those nights where it was obvious you couldn't sleep. [He snugs his head down a little further, both against the pillow and Rin's arm.]
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Date: 2025-09-22 01:07 am (UTC)But they open again, a little, as Ai asserts the next thought. So… that’s on both of their minds, then. He’s healed, sure, but those days are still hard to reflect on. They were his darkest and lowest. He was a dream chaser, and his dreams were ablaze and ashen. How much could have changed if Ai did act on that want? It... didn’t matter. He didn’t try, and Rin couldn’t blame Ai for never asking. He thinks maybe it could have just as easily been worse for them both. Ai deserved better than who he was. At least now, he can say that maybe the trouble is worth the wait. He doesn’t answer, unless the coo on his breath counts for something. It’s late. His body is spent, his heart has cooled, the alcohol dulls him; the man in his arms is warm, and his voice is sweet.
If he were asked, he’d have been sure he sleeps through the night without a peep; but tonight it felt impossible. He didn’t dream, unless his moments of cognizance counted for something. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe, there was something that made it easier to remember every time he roused. He wasn’t, for once, alone in bed. If Rin shifted, it’s only because Ai had moved before him, moving toward the warmth of skin against his own. Without a mind for propriety, his vulnerability laid itself peacefully across Ai’s sheets.
It’s still too early when drifting in-and-out of sleep finally becomes too much for Rin, but the sun is out, anyway. He rolls to his back and stares for a long time out the window. His gaze is bleary, but he knows he feels the heat of another at hand. It’s him, isn’t it? Rin turns his head again to catch sight of the tuft of gray hair. He smiles, overwhelmed. It wasn’t a dream. Fuck, he hated the morning, but this... this would be his favourite forever. ]
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