[ 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. ]
[Ai usually slept quite soundly, and calmly at that. Might toss or turn a bit while getting comfortable, but when he was out - if it was a normal Tuesday - he was out. Would fall asleep and wake up in the exact same position. Sometimes on his side; sometimes on his back. Rarely strewn about.
It should come as no shock, however, that having another pressed against him for the entire duration of the night is enough to set his senses haywire, making it impossibly difficult to settle. That, and the way he cannot help but replay their encounter over and over and over again in his head, keeping his mind painfully awake and borderline giddy, at least for the first few hours. He does eventually succumb, even if it's not entirely peacefully, exhaustion simply catching up to him.
And it is with the same bleary hesitance he greets the morning, only rousing because he can faintly feel Rin doing the same right beside him. Rin may have lacked a moment's clarity, but Ai had made damn sure to commit all of the previous night to memory; so upon nuzzling his head further down into the pillow and feeling skin right beside him still, he isn't shocked. Though the way his hand twitches against Rin's stomach could almost be described as shy. Ai remembers, wants to latch on desperately to what they shared, but still didn't have the certainty Rin felt the same. Was a bleary and romantic morning spent cuddling even on the table?
It's for this reason he ignores the way the sun cascades through his windows, makes an inelegant noise closer to a groan than a sigh, curls closer to Rin's body, buries his face against his neck... Yeah. Good luck prying him off and getting yourself decent, Rin.]
[ He’s not sure if Ai’s awake or just clingy, but chuckle tickles his throat as Ai buries himself in Rin’s neck. Fine, if this is how Ai wants it, for a little while he can. He leans his chin into soft hair. His elbow bends and his fingers dance along the outline of his shoulder before settling at his ribcage. He mixes his fingers into Ai’s over his chest and sighs. Has he ever had a moment like this? A wild, fervent sexual encounter later blanketed with sweet romanticism. Perhaps some girl, some years ago, whose name he doesn’t remember well. She was nice, but he barely knew her.
He knew Ai, though.
Calming as the presence is, the quiet gives way to too much thinking. A month. Fuck. He already knew he promised Gou, they’d visit their mother. The journey was long; he’d have no way to excuse himself and seek this body again. He promised he’d see Sousuke, Makoto and Haru... Days slip away before his eyes. Fuck. He'd be pouring over his schedule to make this worth Ai's time, wouldn't he? ]
Hey, [ he whispers, shifting ever so slightly. Surprisingly, he masks his worries well for once: his voice growls low and amused. ] You can’t sleep on me forever, you know.
[Clingy or awake? Both. Though the former he usually tried to downplay, especially as age has taken to them both, always aware that the amount he fawned over Rin could easily be construed as too much by any measure. Always painfully aware that Rin's in a constant state of charging ahead recklessly, and painfully aware that he could burden that if he prostrates too much. An anxiety when he was younger, certainly; it manifests now in their collegiate years as accidentally having gone months without texting Rin before he'd come for a reunion at the night market.
Faintly, Ai wonders if going forward it'll be easier not to feel like such a colossal burden. If his backbone has become straight enough, his chest proud enough. If he could find within himself the self-worth to believe Rin when he says he wants Ai there.
Already awake, his heart kicks into overdrive when Rin so softly laces their fingers together and gently corrals him closer... Which doesn't exactly make it easier to want to part. Ai certainly isn't thinking about Rin's packed schedule - yet - but merely about whether or not the magic was going to end here with them.
So even though he whinges a little - a soft puff of air and a gravelly noise from the back of his throat - and squeezes Rin's hand against his breast, Ai's words are painfully raw and honest,]
I don't want to let go of you just yet.
[In that way of his that is so casual and almost vapid, despite effectively slapping his heart down on the table and forcing Rin to confront it, do or die. After a moment though, Ai does turn his head upward; enough to rest his chin on Rin's shoulder, and catch view of his eyes. There's a quiet pensiveness there, though Ai quickly smooths it over with a rueful smile.]
Are you going to visit family today? [A shot in the dark, but Ai figures Rin would prioritize his family over his friends, never mind the fact he likely wanted access to his things, to take a shower, to eat...]
[ A hum tickles his throat, confirming more or less that Ai’s guess is good. There are details he could get into, plans to admit, but none of those things are what he really wants to talk about. In truth, there wasn’t much he wanted to talk about.
He shifts again, bigger this time. His hand moves from Ai’s to grab him at the waist, pushing him onto his back as Rin starts to lift his weight. His forearm rests under Ai’s neck, pressing into the mattress to lift his torso, as his head hanging close over Ai’s. With his front pressed against Ai's entire side, a warm shadow casts between their bodies, small and intimate. ] Nowhere I gotta’ be now... [ he whispers, as his knee slides between Ai's thighs and his weight falls heavy upon him.
At last, his hand touches Ai’s jaw and his thumb smooths over his cheek. For a moment last night, Rin thinks he had a little time to drink in the warm waters of Ai’s gaze, and for a moment he’ll take that time again. ] ...‘cept with this pretty guy. [ However Ai responds, his eyes are unflinching. His hand slides down his lover’s cheek and over his throat. He paws at Ai’s chest and stomach, each grasp a bold and plain suggestion. ]
[Ai is pliant, letting Rin press him back into the mattress, feeling the strength and flex of Rin's forearm against the back of his neck as he uses it for leverage above Ai, watching how the morning sun filters in across from Rin and casts him beautifully in shades of gold. There has to be a way to bottle this, Ai thinks; to make it something he can tap into again and again. To make it so he can wake up with and to Matsuoka Rin more than once in his lifetime.
Hands completely freed, they naturally come to the small of Rin's waist, especially as he settles beside and on top of Ai; his palms lazily, appreciatively brush over his skin. Called pretty again, Ai can't help the dopey smile he wears, laced with morning dust, but no less genuine for it; one hand smooths over to Rin's back, up his spine when he feels Rin's take an opposite trajectory on his body.]
Are you trying to get on my good side?
[It's a tease. And perhaps a bad one at that, because Rin has only ever been on Ai's good side. He can't help himself, leaning his head up and off the bed and Rin's arm both in pursuit of his lips; a slow, unhurried kiss, melted slowly into slotting together, blunt fingernails dragging down Rin's shoulders, feather-light; this much, he should hope, serves as encouragement for Rin to keep pursuing that which he clearly means to pursue.]
[ Rin falls into Ai’s kiss, each one betraying his heart’s desire. Yes, of course he wanted on Ai’s good side. Gladly, selfishly, he wanted to bask in the sweet radiance of his smile and laugh, and reflect against the sunny sky in his eyes. Calling Ai “pretty” wasn’t as much his plea for Ai’s favour, but rather his admission pleaded instead: to want to be with him in these early morning hours, their hearts lit up in golden rays.
As sweet as he wanted his kisses to stay, he can’t help the lingering that sneaks its way into each kiss, a certain heaviness as he captures his bottom lip firm between his own. Each one bubbles over in his heart, the growing boil of heat and want brought back into him.
His throat rumbles with pleasure as Ai’s nails press into his skin, and like a favour, bears his own in turn: firmer, harder, scratching down Ai’s hip before continuing. Around the V in Ai’s hips, Rin’s hand bears a heavy weight that skirts close to Ai’s sex as it skirts along. Once more, now with palm flat over Ai’s belly: his fingers tangle into grizzled hair, the space between his fingers wrapping around the base of Ai’s sex before grabbing firmly down.
Whatever touch Rin offers is small and fleeting, even if Ai is well on his way. His fingers taunting Ai no more than inch passed the base. ]
[The slow start is what makes it all so intoxicating, the temperature between them escalating not at fever pitch but like a pot slowly set to boil, each degree earned between them melting away the sweet edges of Ai's ministrations and revealing his want. It had been obvious, given his acceptance of Rin's proximity - but somewhere between Rin's palm skating over his stomach and finally reaching its destination, Ai's resolved to make it an overture.
It's a low, gentle exhale at first, a subtle lilt as it escapes out of his throat. And then a quiet when Rin doesn't move. And a similar noise bubbles out of him after, just a touch more urgent, paired with a subtle jut of his hips upward. As if he could explain himself to Rin with his body alone. Please?
One of his hands has come to the front of Rin's torso, along his jaw for just a moment; then, skates down the length of his body. feather-light fingertips paired with a palm that is heavy and intent. He traces the line of Rin's pelvic bone, the dip of his thigh... The side of his knuckles barely brushing Rin. Payback? Asking permission? Direction? Whatever it is, Rin clearly has something in mind; Ai was eager to tease it out of him.]
[ To tell the truth, Rin didn’t know what he wanted, but could tell Ai was giving it to him anyway, whatever it was. As Ai’s palm presses into his body, he can only think that he simply wants more; more of him, of his body, of his wanting and adoration, all vague thoughts which were thick with an emotion he couldn’t get a grasp on. He supposes there's an easy enough way to find that want, at least; every movement of Ai's body gives invitation to that more he seeks.
His large hand at last lifts and adjusts, wrapping his fingers round Ai’s shaft and drawing upward along it. If Ai has as much endurance in the morning as he did last night, Rin realizes he’s got his work cut out for him. His lips pull away from Ai’s, kissing down his cheek until they find Ai’s ear, humming his contentment flush against the sensitive cartilage. At the split in the head of Ai’s sex, Rin’s thumb draws circles relentlessly between strokes along his shaft.
Abruptly, the blanket that shields them is tossed aside and Rin rises after it. In moments, Ai’s senior has seated himself in Ai’s lap, catching their erections in his hand. It’s not so different than what Ai had done for him last night, and yet his shoulders burn with excitement to look down upon Ai. A terrible smirk decorates his expression as he measures their sexes together in hand, looking unrelentingly proud as his body towers above Ai. ]
[Ai had all of himself to give, and that had been a universal truth from the start. And with the way Rin was working him up, slow and yet intentional, Ai was ready to also give him his apartment and his dog and his athletic stipend, too. There is nothing, nothing quite like feeling Rin's palm work against him, steady and confident; Ai moans softly feeling him thumb his slit, and Rin can likely feel the twitch his arousal gives at the feeling.
And then the low keen he lets out when Rin shoves the blanket off and begins to move could almost be interpreted as a whine, because for a moment he thought Rin was getting up. And he was-- just. In the best possible way. The moment Rin's straddling his lap, Ai's hands are on his thighs, eagerly roaming over the expanse of his pale skin; tracing up the contour of his body. Down to his waist. One hand ghosts over Rin's where it holds both of their hardened cocks, and Ai has to resist the urge to buck his hips up.
Sky blue eyes catch deep crimson, and despite himself, Ai grins something wicked.]
This is an incredible view. You really are spoiling me...
[All impeccable musculature and cocky attitude... Never mind the visual of Rin holding the both of them. Ai's suddenly chewing his bottom lip, turning his torso over juuust a little bit to get more reach from his arm-- his fingers paw uselessly at his beside drawer until he finally catches on the handle and pulls it open. Then rummages around its contents before finding a small vial; Ai procures it, shuts the drawer with the side of his palm, and tosses it beside Rin's knee.
Because yes of course he has at least two of those lying around, and who doesn't like a smooth glide?]
[ Wicked as that look may be, Rin’s heart has grown soft under the affection of roaming hands. All of it wanting for Rin. Sweetness pours over him as Ai lightly touches his dry hand. He wonders if Ai has always been like this; if his wandering hand were always how he pined, or if that bitten lip came naturally to his playbook. Rin wets his lips, dry from kissing. ]
‘Magine being where I am... [ he mutters, the edge is cut from his voice.
Something like a laugh slips out of him as the bottle hits his knee. Uncut, he rarely worried about a luxury like this, and for a moment wonders if Ai is implying more than he means. No sense assuming, Rin thinks. He’s only just gotten here, after all… Still, a sharp feeling pierces his diaphragm. He’s sure Ai would look beautiful laid prone like that, too.
A little lube, Rin thinks before running a saturated hand over Ai’s cock, each stroke biased for the man he’s chosen to bed once more. Crimson eyes fixate on his partner. Last night had been so dark. As well as he might have remembered Ai’s form from their years in the SC, as much of it as he may have felt last night—Ai’s body shone like new in the morning glow. He’s older, handsomer, and damned if Ai ever spoke ill of his figure; in the right mind, Rin would gladly admit his lust for Ai’s beautifully toned body.
Rin grunts through a wave of arousal before leaning forward. His hand presses into the mattress next to Ai’s head, his forearm pressing up against Ai’s neck. Selfishly, he won’t kiss Ai, eager to watch whatever expression unfolds on his countenance. Rin’s hips rock, drawing their erections against one another as Rin clasps them together. ]
[Rin's quip has Ai looking up at him silently for a few beats. And then a smile overtaking his features, as sunny as it is self-satisfied. Doesn't respond right away; how could he, with the way Rin is now working against him? Every bit as unhurried yet still stoking the mutual fire between them, causing Ai to roll his hips up to the same cadence Rin sets, feeling the lengths of their arousals glide against one another.
So similar yet different to yesterday, he thinks. Better, if he's honest; he likes being able to feel Rin's sex, too. And especially likes being able to tuck his head down to see it, and the way it disappears in and out of Rin's palm, against his own cock. A low sigh exhales from his throat, gentle currents of pleasure rippling over his entire body with every mutual buck of their hips.]
I have an idea, [he finally replies, voice a little husked; that had been his purview last night, after all. Albeit without the sun showing every beautiful detail of Rin's body. Another tally for this morning, he thinks, absolutely enraptured by the way Rin's hair curtains his face a bit as he leans over Ai; he does them both the favour of not closing that impossibly small distance, even if he wants to. Because Ai is selfish and finds himself captivated by Rin's heated expression and his piercing eyes. A gaze so intense it might've made Ai shrink, once upon a time.
His hand comes to the side of Rin's cheek; slides down just a little, and his thumb smooths the underside of Rin's jaw, fingers curled on his nape, in the feathered ends of crimson hair. Beautiful. He's just beautiful. Ah, I'm done for. A refrain Ai's thought to himself a non-exhaustive amount of times.
His intention hadn't been to press the envelope further, no. Not that he'd say no, either; but Ai too knew the importance of pacing. Yet all the same, this vantage is giving him ideas, and paired with the heat blossoming between where their bodies kiss, a poignant wave leaps from the tight coil in his gut; he twitches against Rin's hand, even. His expression melts into something just a touch headier, continuing his thought,]
-- but I like this more. I like getting to look up at you.
[No he isn't helping. Yes maybe he's being coy. And yes he knows Rin can be easy to rile on a good day. Morning hours means consequences can't be reaped, right?]
[ There’s a particular intensity that mars his expression, made worse by the sight of Ai stealing glances down between their bodies. Thrill rages through him, his mind blockading his mouth from uttering his weaknesses. It's the same sentiment that made him hiss his demands last night: don’t you dare look away. He’s damn proud of his body, and even prouder to see it sized up so plainly. He bears his teeth with a grimace and a chortle when Ai jerks into his hand; he wishes suddenly he’d given Ai more space to move when he mounted him in the first place.
How Ai can keep his voice so composed is well beyond Rin’s understanding, but the effect it has on him is profound. Complex pleasure knots in his brow and lips. His fingers buckle against the mattress under Ai’s head. This little bastard would put Rin over in an instant if he weren’t prepared for it. Hell, even prepared, Ai’s coy smile and provocation pulses straight to his cock. He hisses, easing back on his work between their hips: ] Fucking tease.
[ Ai isn’t the only one realizing how screwed he is; in more ways than one. How well did Ai know him to coax him so easily to pitch? It’s actually embarrassing, his cheeks burning more red now than before. Is this just what it means to fall for someone who’s known you for way too fucking long? Seizing Ai’s cock alone, he grips the shaft firm in his hand, momentarily a little too tight as he composes himself. Rin’s firm hand glides up and down the length. He polishes its head. ]
[He didn't feel composed. His tongue just had a habit of running, and apparently that wasn't any different in bed. His most earnest sentiments had their ways of being made known, and Ai at his core was a brazen man. It was a side of him Rin has always brought out from the onset, as if Ai felt an impetus to be as forthright as possible. Once upon a time, trying to model for Rin what self-certainty could look like. And then with time, modeling for himself the exact same thing.
Which isn't to say his tongue can't be tripped, either; he's about to retort how he isn't teasing at all (which is only a half-truth) and how much of this was Rin's fault (or so he felt) and it was only right for Rin to take responsibility (and give Ai more memories to chew over once he has to leave), but. Then Rin's gripping him vicelike for a moment, and Ai's entire body hitches under the unceremonious touch, hand seizing in Rin's hair for that split second.
He misses the warm glide of Rin's cock against his own, but this will do, too. Maybe the more they lay together, the more his stamina could be tempered - it's his passing thought as Rin works him up solo, back trying to arch off the bed when Rin smooths over his cockhead. Just like last time; simultaneously too much and not enough. A band somewhere inside of him pulling taut and threatening to snap.
He exhales, a small sound half-way stuck between a whine and a moan; his eyelashes flutter half-way closed, stealing a glance at Rin working him before looking up at his face again. Given their configuration he can't fully roll his hips up, but he does begin matching Rin's rhythm with subtle grinds of his hips up into his hand, as if chasing the feeling. Leans up and away from Rin's arm long enough to kiss the side of his neck; the side of his jaw. As Ai falls pliant back down onto the mattress, Rin would hear another airy sigh,]
Together, please, [is his beckon, hand winding down to Rin's hips to try and pull him down, forward.] Let me-- feel you. [Needless to say, he was getting close.]
[ Just to see Ai ravel like this is satisfactory enough. Even if Rin doesn’t have a hand firm on his own sex doesn’t mean it’s gone far, resting lazily yet erect against Ai’s body. He can feel Ai’s small, longing trusts slight against his sex. Arousal chokes his windpipe, a faint groan audible from him. This simmer is perfect for him.
Rin can’t help but chase the adoration laid upon his neck and jaw. Magnetically, he follows Ai down, kissing the corner of Ai’s mouth as his sigh slips past. Rin knows he’s not long off, even with the break, all too glad to indulge in the eroticism of pleasuring Ai. He could certainly handle more of this another time. Leaning back at Ai’s directive, he shifts his body so slightly—his thighs pressing firmly around Ai’s hips—and lays his cock over Ai’s in his hand. A few, languid draws along their lengths, puts a hitch in his breath.
As much as he would love to stare, at the very first thrust, his mind is clouded over with stimulation. Deliberate thrusts run parallel along Ai’s shaft, but unfocused eyes stare through Ai. All he knows is the fierce heat blazing at his core, his mind heavy with pleasure. A whimper on his lip- ] Goddamnit, Ai.... [ -betrays his want as badly as the free hand that latches onto Ai’s torso as he fucks against Ai’s cock and into his own grip. His head lolls and eyes shimmer, overwhelmed and unthinking.
There’s not warning or a hint—he comes undone so subtly over the head of Ai’s erection that it could easily have not come at all. Blunt nails dig into Ai’s side as Rin’s head throws forward again, hung low to hide his weepy eyes. His hand clings firm to their sexes--long, fearsome strokes to draw Ai out with him. ]
[He isn't given much time to appreciate again the visual of Rin's taut musculature keeping his lap pinned, the smooth motion of Rin's hand taking the both of them back in hold, and the visual of their sexes slotted together. Because much like Rin, the moment the friction is added, Ai's head lolls back on the bed, body threatening to seize with the onslaught of his orgasm.
His name on Rin's lips is ultimately what pushes him over, a few choice strokes after Rin himself has dribbled over the latter end of his arousal; Ai in contrast comes over Rin's knuckles and his own lower stomach, one hand gripping perhaps too tightly in Rin's hair, the other strong on the side of his nape as if absolutely unrelenting in letting Rin pull too far away. Somewhere between it all are small, desperate cries of,] Sen-- Rin-senpai, mm-- [as broken attempts at his partner's name bring him to his high and back down from it.
His head is overwhelmingly clouded once his peak has wrung him dry. But once he has enough wherewithal and breath pulled back into is lungs, his hand climbs up to try and coax Rin to look at him by way of a gentle palm laid upon his cheek. Ai even leans forward, trying to nose at Rin's smile lines to get him to kiss him.
He'd noticed it yesterday, too, but thought maybe he saw wrong. But now Ai has confirmation that Rin cries when he comes. Or maybe it's just with him? Ai has no way of knowing... And doesn't know how to interpret it. Everything points to it having been good for them both - Rin even called his name! But...
Worry nags at him, as it had a habit of doing. But he won't insult Rin by making that Rin's problem, either. Ai instead buries himself down into the bed, giving Rin space, and letting his fingertips brush down toward Rin's clavicle.]
Rin-senpai? [He is being so brave and trying so very hard not to interpret this in a way that'd be a killer blow to his self-consciousness.] You can still look at me.
[ Even with his head bowed so low, Rin naturally leans against the palm against his cheek, a soft sigh cast over his lips. At first brush, his face seems dry, but as Ai noses a kiss out of him, that his cheeks and mouth are damp is terribly obvious. To tell the truth, he’s embarrassed more than anything, but weakened from sex, he hasn’t the heart to defend or repel. He’s not sure if he would bother, anyway. Rin’s lips meet Ai’s easily, although a bit slowly. Like a bandit, he steals more from Ai, his lips salted lightly in tears, and when Ai finally falls back to the bed, his face is hidden once more.
He’s just tired, Ai. His heart still pounding in his chest. There are still waves of arousal coursing through his cock. He can’t know what thoughts might be passing through Ai’s head, but for Rin? This was incredible, down to the last tear. He’s not sure he’s felt so good in a while, nor so comforted over such a silly thing. Rin flexes his filthy hand slightly, looking at the mess across his knuckles, and bites his lip with satisfaction. It shouldn’t feel so different from last night, it’s really nothing new at all, but to see the obvious mess in the morning haze tingles his pride. ]
...I’m fine, [ he utters, taking his clean hand and rubbing his eyes and face quite plainly in front of Ai. It’s not such a big deal, he thinks, coping a little. It’s just Ai. Ai has seen him way worse off, and even he knew this was rather the opposite of his lowest. Rin’s eyes at last flash back up at Ai, a little misty, a bit foggy, but his mood is good. His voice is unhampered, but for the heaves of exhaustion. Half-hearted, he smirks. ] Some good morning, huh?
[ Rin hesitates a laugh; his heart looks so light. ]
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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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Date: 2025-09-22 01:22 am (UTC)It should come as no shock, however, that having another pressed against him for the entire duration of the night is enough to set his senses haywire, making it impossibly difficult to settle. That, and the way he cannot help but replay their encounter over and over and over again in his head, keeping his mind painfully awake and borderline giddy, at least for the first few hours. He does eventually succumb, even if it's not entirely peacefully, exhaustion simply catching up to him.
And it is with the same bleary hesitance he greets the morning, only rousing because he can faintly feel Rin doing the same right beside him. Rin may have lacked a moment's clarity, but Ai had made damn sure to commit all of the previous night to memory; so upon nuzzling his head further down into the pillow and feeling skin right beside him still, he isn't shocked. Though the way his hand twitches against Rin's stomach could almost be described as shy. Ai remembers, wants to latch on desperately to what they shared, but still didn't have the certainty Rin felt the same. Was a bleary and romantic morning spent cuddling even on the table?
It's for this reason he ignores the way the sun cascades through his windows, makes an inelegant noise closer to a groan than a sigh, curls closer to Rin's body, buries his face against his neck... Yeah. Good luck prying him off and getting yourself decent, Rin.]
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Date: 2025-09-22 09:31 pm (UTC)He knew Ai, though.
Calming as the presence is, the quiet gives way to too much thinking. A month. Fuck. He already knew he promised Gou, they’d visit their mother. The journey was long; he’d have no way to excuse himself and seek this body again. He promised he’d see Sousuke, Makoto and Haru... Days slip away before his eyes. Fuck. He'd be pouring over his schedule to make this worth Ai's time, wouldn't he? ]
Hey, [ he whispers, shifting ever so slightly. Surprisingly, he masks his worries well for once: his voice growls low and amused. ] You can’t sleep on me forever, you know.
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Date: 2025-09-22 09:59 pm (UTC)Faintly, Ai wonders if going forward it'll be easier not to feel like such a colossal burden. If his backbone has become straight enough, his chest proud enough. If he could find within himself the self-worth to believe Rin when he says he wants Ai there.
Already awake, his heart kicks into overdrive when Rin so softly laces their fingers together and gently corrals him closer... Which doesn't exactly make it easier to want to part. Ai certainly isn't thinking about Rin's packed schedule - yet - but merely about whether or not the magic was going to end here with them.
So even though he whinges a little - a soft puff of air and a gravelly noise from the back of his throat - and squeezes Rin's hand against his breast, Ai's words are painfully raw and honest,]
I don't want to let go of you just yet.
[In that way of his that is so casual and almost vapid, despite effectively slapping his heart down on the table and forcing Rin to confront it, do or die. After a moment though, Ai does turn his head upward; enough to rest his chin on Rin's shoulder, and catch view of his eyes. There's a quiet pensiveness there, though Ai quickly smooths it over with a rueful smile.]
Are you going to visit family today? [A shot in the dark, but Ai figures Rin would prioritize his family over his friends, never mind the fact he likely wanted access to his things, to take a shower, to eat...]
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Date: 2025-09-25 04:53 am (UTC)He shifts again, bigger this time. His hand moves from Ai’s to grab him at the waist, pushing him onto his back as Rin starts to lift his weight. His forearm rests under Ai’s neck, pressing into the mattress to lift his torso, as his head hanging close over Ai’s. With his front pressed against Ai's entire side, a warm shadow casts between their bodies, small and intimate. ] Nowhere I gotta’ be now... [ he whispers, as his knee slides between Ai's thighs and his weight falls heavy upon him.
At last, his hand touches Ai’s jaw and his thumb smooths over his cheek. For a moment last night, Rin thinks he had a little time to drink in the warm waters of Ai’s gaze, and for a moment he’ll take that time again. ] ...‘cept with this pretty guy. [ However Ai responds, his eyes are unflinching. His hand slides down his lover’s cheek and over his throat. He paws at Ai’s chest and stomach, each grasp a bold and plain suggestion. ]
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Date: 2025-09-25 03:23 pm (UTC)Hands completely freed, they naturally come to the small of Rin's waist, especially as he settles beside and on top of Ai; his palms lazily, appreciatively brush over his skin. Called pretty again, Ai can't help the dopey smile he wears, laced with morning dust, but no less genuine for it; one hand smooths over to Rin's back, up his spine when he feels Rin's take an opposite trajectory on his body.]
Are you trying to get on my good side?
[It's a tease. And perhaps a bad one at that, because Rin has only ever been on Ai's good side. He can't help himself, leaning his head up and off the bed and Rin's arm both in pursuit of his lips; a slow, unhurried kiss, melted slowly into slotting together, blunt fingernails dragging down Rin's shoulders, feather-light; this much, he should hope, serves as encouragement for Rin to keep pursuing that which he clearly means to pursue.]
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Date: 2025-09-28 03:52 am (UTC)As sweet as he wanted his kisses to stay, he can’t help the lingering that sneaks its way into each kiss, a certain heaviness as he captures his bottom lip firm between his own. Each one bubbles over in his heart, the growing boil of heat and want brought back into him.
His throat rumbles with pleasure as Ai’s nails press into his skin, and like a favour, bears his own in turn: firmer, harder, scratching down Ai’s hip before continuing. Around the V in Ai’s hips, Rin’s hand bears a heavy weight that skirts close to Ai’s sex as it skirts along. Once more, now with palm flat over Ai’s belly: his fingers tangle into grizzled hair, the space between his fingers wrapping around the base of Ai’s sex before grabbing firmly down.
Whatever touch Rin offers is small and fleeting, even if Ai is well on his way. His fingers taunting Ai no more than inch passed the base. ]
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Date: 2025-09-28 04:15 am (UTC)It's a low, gentle exhale at first, a subtle lilt as it escapes out of his throat. And then a quiet when Rin doesn't move. And a similar noise bubbles out of him after, just a touch more urgent, paired with a subtle jut of his hips upward. As if he could explain himself to Rin with his body alone. Please?
One of his hands has come to the front of Rin's torso, along his jaw for just a moment; then, skates down the length of his body. feather-light fingertips paired with a palm that is heavy and intent. He traces the line of Rin's pelvic bone, the dip of his thigh... The side of his knuckles barely brushing Rin. Payback? Asking permission? Direction? Whatever it is, Rin clearly has something in mind; Ai was eager to tease it out of him.]
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Date: 2025-09-29 11:05 pm (UTC)His large hand at last lifts and adjusts, wrapping his fingers round Ai’s shaft and drawing upward along it. If Ai has as much endurance in the morning as he did last night, Rin realizes he’s got his work cut out for him. His lips pull away from Ai’s, kissing down his cheek until they find Ai’s ear, humming his contentment flush against the sensitive cartilage. At the split in the head of Ai’s sex, Rin’s thumb draws circles relentlessly between strokes along his shaft.
Abruptly, the blanket that shields them is tossed aside and Rin rises after it. In moments, Ai’s senior has seated himself in Ai’s lap, catching their erections in his hand. It’s not so different than what Ai had done for him last night, and yet his shoulders burn with excitement to look down upon Ai. A terrible smirk decorates his expression as he measures their sexes together in hand, looking unrelentingly proud as his body towers above Ai. ]
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Date: 2025-09-29 11:32 pm (UTC)And then the low keen he lets out when Rin shoves the blanket off and begins to move could almost be interpreted as a whine, because for a moment he thought Rin was getting up. And he was-- just. In the best possible way. The moment Rin's straddling his lap, Ai's hands are on his thighs, eagerly roaming over the expanse of his pale skin; tracing up the contour of his body. Down to his waist. One hand ghosts over Rin's where it holds both of their hardened cocks, and Ai has to resist the urge to buck his hips up.
Sky blue eyes catch deep crimson, and despite himself, Ai grins something wicked.]
This is an incredible view. You really are spoiling me...
[All impeccable musculature and cocky attitude... Never mind the visual of Rin holding the both of them. Ai's suddenly chewing his bottom lip, turning his torso over juuust a little bit to get more reach from his arm-- his fingers paw uselessly at his beside drawer until he finally catches on the handle and pulls it open. Then rummages around its contents before finding a small vial; Ai procures it, shuts the drawer with the side of his palm, and tosses it beside Rin's knee.
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Date: 2025-10-01 06:55 am (UTC)‘Magine being where I am... [ he mutters, the edge is cut from his voice.
Something like a laugh slips out of him as the bottle hits his knee. Uncut, he rarely worried about a luxury like this, and for a moment wonders if Ai is implying more than he means. No sense assuming, Rin thinks. He’s only just gotten here, after all… Still, a sharp feeling pierces his diaphragm. He’s sure Ai would look beautiful laid prone like that, too.
A little lube, Rin thinks before running a saturated hand over Ai’s cock, each stroke biased for the man he’s chosen to bed once more. Crimson eyes fixate on his partner. Last night had been so dark. As well as he might have remembered Ai’s form from their years in the SC, as much of it as he may have felt last night—Ai’s body shone like new in the morning glow. He’s older, handsomer, and damned if Ai ever spoke ill of his figure; in the right mind, Rin would gladly admit his lust for Ai’s beautifully toned body.
Rin grunts through a wave of arousal before leaning forward. His hand presses into the mattress next to Ai’s head, his forearm pressing up against Ai’s neck. Selfishly, he won’t kiss Ai, eager to watch whatever expression unfolds on his countenance. Rin’s hips rock, drawing their erections against one another as Rin clasps them together. ]
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Date: 2025-10-01 02:43 pm (UTC)So similar yet different to yesterday, he thinks. Better, if he's honest; he likes being able to feel Rin's sex, too. And especially likes being able to tuck his head down to see it, and the way it disappears in and out of Rin's palm, against his own cock. A low sigh exhales from his throat, gentle currents of pleasure rippling over his entire body with every mutual buck of their hips.]
I have an idea, [he finally replies, voice a little husked; that had been his purview last night, after all. Albeit without the sun showing every beautiful detail of Rin's body. Another tally for this morning, he thinks, absolutely enraptured by the way Rin's hair curtains his face a bit as he leans over Ai; he does them both the favour of not closing that impossibly small distance, even if he wants to. Because Ai is selfish and finds himself captivated by Rin's heated expression and his piercing eyes. A gaze so intense it might've made Ai shrink, once upon a time.
His hand comes to the side of Rin's cheek; slides down just a little, and his thumb smooths the underside of Rin's jaw, fingers curled on his nape, in the feathered ends of crimson hair. Beautiful. He's just beautiful. Ah, I'm done for. A refrain Ai's thought to himself a non-exhaustive amount of times.
His intention hadn't been to press the envelope further, no. Not that he'd say no, either; but Ai too knew the importance of pacing. Yet all the same, this vantage is giving him ideas, and paired with the heat blossoming between where their bodies kiss, a poignant wave leaps from the tight coil in his gut; he twitches against Rin's hand, even. His expression melts into something just a touch headier, continuing his thought,]
-- but I like this more. I like getting to look up at you.
[No he isn't helping. Yes maybe he's being coy. And yes he knows Rin can be easy to rile on a good day. Morning hours means consequences can't be reaped, right?]
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Date: 2025-10-01 08:19 pm (UTC)How Ai can keep his voice so composed is well beyond Rin’s understanding, but the effect it has on him is profound. Complex pleasure knots in his brow and lips. His fingers buckle against the mattress under Ai’s head. This little bastard would put Rin over in an instant if he weren’t prepared for it. Hell, even prepared, Ai’s coy smile and provocation pulses straight to his cock. He hisses, easing back on his work between their hips: ] Fucking tease.
[ Ai isn’t the only one realizing how screwed he is; in more ways than one. How well did Ai know him to coax him so easily to pitch? It’s actually embarrassing, his cheeks burning more red now than before. Is this just what it means to fall for someone who’s known you for way too fucking long? Seizing Ai’s cock alone, he grips the shaft firm in his hand, momentarily a little too tight as he composes himself. Rin’s firm hand glides up and down the length. He polishes its head. ]
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Date: 2025-10-01 08:35 pm (UTC)Which isn't to say his tongue can't be tripped, either; he's about to retort how he isn't teasing at all (which is only a half-truth) and how much of this was Rin's fault (or so he felt) and it was only right for Rin to take responsibility (and give Ai more memories to chew over once he has to leave), but. Then Rin's gripping him vicelike for a moment, and Ai's entire body hitches under the unceremonious touch, hand seizing in Rin's hair for that split second.
He misses the warm glide of Rin's cock against his own, but this will do, too. Maybe the more they lay together, the more his stamina could be tempered - it's his passing thought as Rin works him up solo, back trying to arch off the bed when Rin smooths over his cockhead. Just like last time; simultaneously too much and not enough. A band somewhere inside of him pulling taut and threatening to snap.
He exhales, a small sound half-way stuck between a whine and a moan; his eyelashes flutter half-way closed, stealing a glance at Rin working him before looking up at his face again. Given their configuration he can't fully roll his hips up, but he does begin matching Rin's rhythm with subtle grinds of his hips up into his hand, as if chasing the feeling. Leans up and away from Rin's arm long enough to kiss the side of his neck; the side of his jaw. As Ai falls pliant back down onto the mattress, Rin would hear another airy sigh,]
Together, please, [is his beckon, hand winding down to Rin's hips to try and pull him down, forward.] Let me-- feel you. [Needless to say, he was getting close.]
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Date: 2025-10-02 12:15 am (UTC)Rin can’t help but chase the adoration laid upon his neck and jaw. Magnetically, he follows Ai down, kissing the corner of Ai’s mouth as his sigh slips past. Rin knows he’s not long off, even with the break, all too glad to indulge in the eroticism of pleasuring Ai. He could certainly handle more of this another time. Leaning back at Ai’s directive, he shifts his body so slightly—his thighs pressing firmly around Ai’s hips—and lays his cock over Ai’s in his hand. A few, languid draws along their lengths, puts a hitch in his breath.
As much as he would love to stare, at the very first thrust, his mind is clouded over with stimulation. Deliberate thrusts run parallel along Ai’s shaft, but unfocused eyes stare through Ai. All he knows is the fierce heat blazing at his core, his mind heavy with pleasure. A whimper on his lip- ] Goddamnit, Ai.... [ -betrays his want as badly as the free hand that latches onto Ai’s torso as he fucks against Ai’s cock and into his own grip. His head lolls and eyes shimmer, overwhelmed and unthinking.
There’s not warning or a hint—he comes undone so subtly over the head of Ai’s erection that it could easily have not come at all. Blunt nails dig into Ai’s side as Rin’s head throws forward again, hung low to hide his weepy eyes. His hand clings firm to their sexes--long, fearsome strokes to draw Ai out with him. ]
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Date: 2025-10-02 12:32 am (UTC)His name on Rin's lips is ultimately what pushes him over, a few choice strokes after Rin himself has dribbled over the latter end of his arousal; Ai in contrast comes over Rin's knuckles and his own lower stomach, one hand gripping perhaps too tightly in Rin's hair, the other strong on the side of his nape as if absolutely unrelenting in letting Rin pull too far away. Somewhere between it all are small, desperate cries of,] Sen-- Rin-senpai, mm-- [as broken attempts at his partner's name bring him to his high and back down from it.
His head is overwhelmingly clouded once his peak has wrung him dry. But once he has enough wherewithal and breath pulled back into is lungs, his hand climbs up to try and coax Rin to look at him by way of a gentle palm laid upon his cheek. Ai even leans forward, trying to nose at Rin's smile lines to get him to kiss him.
He'd noticed it yesterday, too, but thought maybe he saw wrong. But now Ai has confirmation that Rin cries when he comes. Or maybe it's just with him? Ai has no way of knowing... And doesn't know how to interpret it. Everything points to it having been good for them both - Rin even called his name! But...
Worry nags at him, as it had a habit of doing. But he won't insult Rin by making that Rin's problem, either. Ai instead buries himself down into the bed, giving Rin space, and letting his fingertips brush down toward Rin's clavicle.]
Rin-senpai? [He is being so brave and trying so very hard not to interpret this in a way that'd be a killer blow to his self-consciousness.] You can still look at me.
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Date: 2025-10-02 05:32 am (UTC)He’s just tired, Ai. His heart still pounding in his chest. There are still waves of arousal coursing through his cock. He can’t know what thoughts might be passing through Ai’s head, but for Rin? This was incredible, down to the last tear. He’s not sure he’s felt so good in a while, nor so comforted over such a silly thing. Rin flexes his filthy hand slightly, looking at the mess across his knuckles, and bites his lip with satisfaction. It shouldn’t feel so different from last night, it’s really nothing new at all, but to see the obvious mess in the morning haze tingles his pride. ]
...I’m fine, [ he utters, taking his clean hand and rubbing his eyes and face quite plainly in front of Ai. It’s not such a big deal, he thinks, coping a little. It’s just Ai. Ai has seen him way worse off, and even he knew this was rather the opposite of his lowest. Rin’s eyes at last flash back up at Ai, a little misty, a bit foggy, but his mood is good. His voice is unhampered, but for the heaves of exhaustion. Half-hearted, he smirks. ] Some good morning, huh?
[ Rin hesitates a laugh; his heart looks so light. ]
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