[It's embarrassing. How hard and how quickly his heart thumps at Rin's observation, a grand total of three words that set him completely ablaze from the inside out. He didn't put much stock into how he looked at all, one toe almost always hovering over the pool of barely enough self-esteem on a good day. It was one thing to be so overtly wanted, another to be so overtly ogled. And while Ai can meet Rin's want, he finds himself at a loss for how to respond to such a simple yet loud sentiment.
... So he makes do by sinking into their kiss, the desperation in the way he softly sighs against Rin's lips and tongue less out of the heat brewing between their bodies and more the spin Rin has given to his head. Maybe one day Ai will unpack these complicated feelings; until such a time, having Rin want to indulge in him substitutes plenty.
Their body weights shift just as Rin is about to collapse onto the bed, Ai going down first. He doesn't mind, immediately accepting Rin on top of him, arms easily coming around his shoulders. Ai does them both the favour of shifting back some to be more center on his double mattress, giving their bodies more room.
Against Rin's lips, he smiles, heady.]
From here? You look better.
[Shrouded by his own hair, ruby eyes glinting against the sunlight that flits through Ai's window. It's incredibly difficult not to be mesmerized. Ai isn't shy about the way his hips roll some up and off the bed, Rin's hand against his hip; they've been here before and Ai trusts Rin fully with his want. Almost as a silent yes please, Ai diverts away from Rin's lips, kissing across to his jaw, and then his nape. Ai unhurriedly skates his teeth along Rin's jugular, trailed closely by his tongue. He knows better than to leave marks here, even if he wants to, and so his wandering lips function more as promises for later.]
[ Ai's lips and teeth meet his jaw and neck, leaving Rin in a position where he has to wait despite the impatience that chokes his senses. The parts of Ai's body he wants are in competition, desired in equal measure in so many ways. The taste of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the raking of nails, the heat of his sex. Rin's head rests within the space besides Ai's head, a heavy breath against his ear. Any other day, Rin might protest a mark, but left to his own devices on his routine, Rin would have no reason if Ai were too enthusiastic.
His neck cranes back as Ai bites his throat, a whisper on his breath to ease the shivers of pleasure that tickle his back: ] Fuck... Ah... [ His head tilts down, his long hair shading Ai's countenance as he peers down. With a kiss, his teeth find Ai's plump bottom lip, biting and dragging over the soft tissue, and he chortles as he chases after it again with a kiss. ]
Geez, Ai... Can't make you all slutty if you've got practice in a few days, [ he complains with a grin, his fingers catching anew on Ai's collar as he drags the hem down. His lips find the exposed space, laying soft but noticeable plucks on the top layer of skin. The hem release from his fingers, letting it snap up into place. Fingers trace along the outline of his body until his hands are parallel on Ai's hips.
He draws away, fussing with the button on Ai's pants, and then the zipper, and at last the hem of his pants - his fingers hook into pants and underwear alike to draw the clothing away from Ai's body. At least this time, he finds himself rightly between Ai's knees and not, well, someweird else. His hands meet the bare skin of Ai's legs and smooth up his inner thigh until his hand can touch the base of Ai's sex. The pads of his fingers rub deep into the tissue of his sex, a subtle tease. ]
[It's barely-there, considering some of the other marks he's given Rin during their first tryst, and in comparison to what he wants to give Rin. But he knows Rin has to go back to family probably and visit their other friends and probably check in about Team Japan stuff and. Well. Ai is being conscientious, even if it kills him a little. He laps at the coin of skin caught between his teeth, entire body surging up into the blossoming mark; his chest against Rin's, his hips against Rin's hand where it lays flat against the jut of his pelvis.
And then he relents. And Rin says that, and Ai could almost laugh, because what a stupid way to put it. If Rin's looking, he'd see a plush bottom lip caught between teeth, and would feel behind him as Ai's fingers dance softly up and down the notches of Rin's spine as Ai considers...]
If you're smart about it you can.
[By which he means no one on this planet other than Rin at this point in time is privy to what goes on under his swim briefs, so it was free real estate. Rin's lavishing his sternum, however, which immediately leaves Ai sinking some into the sheets, head lolled back, as if trying to let the cool air of the room meet where Rin's warm, wet breath and saliva pluck away at his skin. There's a soft airy noise, almost relenting, when Rin finally lets his shirt fall back into place.
As Rin sits up to mind Ai's bottoms, Ai's hands remain connected where they can until all he can touch of Rin is is thighs and knees, and even that is short-lived as Rin has his bottom half exposed in about eleven seconds flat. He plants his elbows into the bed to better assist lifting his hips to let the fabric be tossed away, and Ai is maybe only the smallest bit embarrassed that he's already painfully hard.
He lavishes the soft way Rin's hand smooths over his leg, inadvertently letting his thighs fall wider apart under the impossibly gentle touch. The musculature of his abdomen and gut both contract when Rin finally touches the base of his shaft, impossible warmth flodding him in an instant.
Ai's suddenly taking hold of the hem of his shirt; not to discard it, but to drag it up further along the line of his own body. Exposing for Rin the entirety of his belly and most of his chest, the fabric bundled along his collar bone. It's a silent offer, really. The body so painstakingly crafted to keep up with Rin in this unrelenting world. Ai wanted to make sure he knew it was all his.
... And maybe the way his hips roll up to try and seek out more of Rin's teasing touch is an indicator he has an appetite.]
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Date: 2025-12-17 09:55 pm (UTC)... So he makes do by sinking into their kiss, the desperation in the way he softly sighs against Rin's lips and tongue less out of the heat brewing between their bodies and more the spin Rin has given to his head. Maybe one day Ai will unpack these complicated feelings; until such a time, having Rin want to indulge in him substitutes plenty.
Their body weights shift just as Rin is about to collapse onto the bed, Ai going down first. He doesn't mind, immediately accepting Rin on top of him, arms easily coming around his shoulders. Ai does them both the favour of shifting back some to be more center on his double mattress, giving their bodies more room.
Against Rin's lips, he smiles, heady.]
From here? You look better.
[Shrouded by his own hair, ruby eyes glinting against the sunlight that flits through Ai's window. It's incredibly difficult not to be mesmerized. Ai isn't shy about the way his hips roll some up and off the bed, Rin's hand against his hip; they've been here before and Ai trusts Rin fully with his want. Almost as a silent yes please, Ai diverts away from Rin's lips, kissing across to his jaw, and then his nape. Ai unhurriedly skates his teeth along Rin's jugular, trailed closely by his tongue. He knows better than to leave marks here, even if he wants to, and so his wandering lips function more as promises for later.]
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Date: 2025-12-24 06:51 am (UTC)His neck cranes back as Ai bites his throat, a whisper on his breath to ease the shivers of pleasure that tickle his back: ] Fuck... Ah... [ His head tilts down, his long hair shading Ai's countenance as he peers down. With a kiss, his teeth find Ai's plump bottom lip, biting and dragging over the soft tissue, and he chortles as he chases after it again with a kiss. ]
Geez, Ai... Can't make you all slutty if you've got practice in a few days, [ he complains with a grin, his fingers catching anew on Ai's collar as he drags the hem down. His lips find the exposed space, laying soft but noticeable plucks on the top layer of skin. The hem release from his fingers, letting it snap up into place. Fingers trace along the outline of his body until his hands are parallel on Ai's hips.
He draws away, fussing with the button on Ai's pants, and then the zipper, and at last the hem of his pants - his fingers hook into pants and underwear alike to draw the clothing away from Ai's body. At least this time, he finds himself rightly between Ai's knees and not, well, someweird else. His hands meet the bare skin of Ai's legs and smooth up his inner thigh until his hand can touch the base of Ai's sex. The pads of his fingers rub deep into the tissue of his sex, a subtle tease. ]
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Date: 2025-12-24 03:05 pm (UTC)And then he relents. And Rin says that, and Ai could almost laugh, because what a stupid way to put it. If Rin's looking, he'd see a plush bottom lip caught between teeth, and would feel behind him as Ai's fingers dance softly up and down the notches of Rin's spine as Ai considers...]
If you're smart about it you can.
[By which he means no one on this planet other than Rin at this point in time is privy to what goes on under his swim briefs, so it was free real estate. Rin's lavishing his sternum, however, which immediately leaves Ai sinking some into the sheets, head lolled back, as if trying to let the cool air of the room meet where Rin's warm, wet breath and saliva pluck away at his skin. There's a soft airy noise, almost relenting, when Rin finally lets his shirt fall back into place.
As Rin sits up to mind Ai's bottoms, Ai's hands remain connected where they can until all he can touch of Rin is is thighs and knees, and even that is short-lived as Rin has his bottom half exposed in about eleven seconds flat. He plants his elbows into the bed to better assist lifting his hips to let the fabric be tossed away, and Ai is maybe only the smallest bit embarrassed that he's already painfully hard.
He lavishes the soft way Rin's hand smooths over his leg, inadvertently letting his thighs fall wider apart under the impossibly gentle touch. The musculature of his abdomen and gut both contract when Rin finally touches the base of his shaft, impossible warmth flodding him in an instant.
Ai's suddenly taking hold of the hem of his shirt; not to discard it, but to drag it up further along the line of his own body. Exposing for Rin the entirety of his belly and most of his chest, the fabric bundled along his collar bone. It's a silent offer, really. The body so painstakingly crafted to keep up with Rin in this unrelenting world. Ai wanted to make sure he knew it was all his.
... And maybe the way his hips roll up to try and seek out more of Rin's teasing touch is an indicator he has an appetite.]