[It isn't his intention - their moment was so solemn and sweet, and vulnerable in a way that made Ai want to bear his entire heart, take it right out of his chest and place it in Sousuke's palm because he trusted him to handle it with care.
Unfortunately, he laughs.
A surprisingly rare sound from him, and an airy one at that, but he looks up at Sousuke with mirthful eyes, teasing the short tufts of his hair that just barely skate at th back of his ear, along his nape.]
You saw some poor kid crying his eyes out, [he manages between chuckle fits, finally getting it out of his system. His smile still bisects his face though, wide enough to push his beauty mark up toward his eye.] Did it leave that much of an impression? Ah, maybe you're the type who wants to swoop in with a white cape, after all.
[Ai kisses his chin; his jaw. Idle and fleeting things, as if he can't stay away from Sousuke for too long.]
I think... If it's up to me, I'd rather give you a better sight.
[and sousuke can't help but meet that laugh with a small chuckle of his own, cupping ai's face to bring it closer. press their foreheads together with that stupid, soft smile of his ever present]
Almost. But, not quite my style.
[he tilts his head a little, in silent invitation of ai's lips. funny how once that little bridge has been crossed, it seems both of them can't keep their hands off of the other. well, while they're at it...]
I think I saw the start of a kid's bright future.
[sousuke squeezes ai's hand once more, before he pulls it away. all to push his fingertips through ai's hair, and slowly begin to work his way down the back of his neck. all pressing fingers and methodical touches to hopefully turn ai into a pliant puddle in the onsen. that's what they came out here for, right? to relax? maybe he can just help aid that along.
even if it is a little maddening the way ai says that. and sousuke's fingers turn tight for a moment, a smirk crossing his features]
[There was almost a grace about the way Sousuke shifts against him, and it captivates Ai so thoroughly it's a little worrisome. Zero hesitation to lean up and find Sousuke's lips when presented with the invitation; even shifts their bodies a little closer together, even with their current configuration, more shoulder-to-shoulder than anything.]
You're too nice to me. [You spoil me, is what he means. Because Sousuke doesn't belittle Ai, but seems to always know exactly how to encourage him or help bolster his confidence when faltering. Patiently waited for as long as Ai said red light and now rises to meet him right in the middle at green light. Ai again reminds himself to never, ever, ever take this for granted. If he can spare Sousuke the feelings he himself endured for so many years, he will. Thinks after all of this, it might be even easier to make his gratitude known.
A noise threatens to bubble up and out of his throat, the way Sousuke's hand works through his hair and down the back of his neck; this coaxes Ai to turn a little bit, now more facing Sousuke than he had been before.
That smirk is what nearly does him in, though in incredible testament to his self-control, the noise is aborted just as it reaches his lips, only a faint and sharp exhale through his nose left as a ghost in its wake. His heart is in his throat, for a moment unable to tell up from down. Is he...? Flirting?
...
...!!
Ai only then clues in what he'd said and its double entendre. Not intentional!! But fuck, now he's wishing he had the foresight to say it was. Because Sousuke's hands are strong on his skin, and Ai is beginning to feel weak in the water for entirely different reasons.
Emboldened that there was no such thing as a mistake between the two of them, Ai faces Sousuke fully, having to wade in the water in front of him to do so; floats forward, enough to be just barely between his bent knees where he sits. Ai's hands trail down from Sousuke's hair to his jaw, his neck. Over the rounds of his defined pectorals. His cheeks may be flush, but his expression is wrought with determination.]
I'm thinking... No matter what sight I try to give you, you won't be able to see through the steam. Unless you get really, really close.
[... Aaaand his bravado shrivels up in the same instant. His eyes still glued to Sousuke's, but it's as if his flush overtakes him; his hands fly back up to Sousuke's jaw, and Ai looks at the scant water between them.]
[it feels like ai has the reins, even if sousuke never explicitly handed them over. this dude's tenacity really knows no bounds, huh? sousuke thinks to himself as their lips meet again. and again, the front of their bodies shifting closer together.
and those stupid clever fingertips trailing maps across his face, over his hair and... well. he wasn't insinuating that exactly. flirting, sure. but sousuke's got some self restraint and is mildly a gentleman. ai's face reminds him of all those nights training in the pool deep into the night.
that stubborn determination he's always had an aptitude for.
but he leans in all the same, pressing their foreheads a little closer together, that hand cupping his jaw so tenderly it aches. sousuke's breath hitches a little bit through the steam. but no, his answer is silently pressed into ai as one arm wraps around him, pulling him impossibly close. permissively, giving him a little look as though to say this alright? before leaning in, and pressing a kiss against ai's neck]
Gotta stop doubting yourself.
[sousuke laughs against that damp skin, thumb rubbing methodic circles against the small of ai's back]
You're good just the way you are. That's the kind of close I want.
[He has half a mind to protest, because... Sousuke-senpai, you're hard to read! Except that isn't really the case, is it? Sousuke is nothing ever short of forthright, if a bit stoic to those who don't know him well enough. Ai actually felt he had a very good read on his senior, able to intuit most things about his intentions and what he may be thinking at most points.
This was all just-- so damn new. Equipped with the knowledge they'd both sat on their hands for way too long too, it lends itself to believing that certainly not all the time, but some of the time, Sousuke mayb obfuscate his intentions. This is the only place where Ai's uncertainty breeds itself.
And so he exhales, and then sighs a keening sigh, feeling Sousuke's lips against the length of his neck and his hand strong and reassuring at the small of his back.]
We're charting uncharted territory and doing it entirely naked. You can't blame me for a little bit of trepidation.
[As is evident by the way he feels his thighs against Sousuke's thighs; Sousuke's chest against his. Undulating water simultaneously scrambling and heightening those sensations. Given the height of the bath and how Sousuke is sitting, Ai is left to squat; he adjusts himself to be kneeling on the very edge of the ledge instead, still square between Sousuke's legs, water lapping at his navel. Like this, he's just slightly taller than eye height; able to lean down and steal a kiss square from Sousuke's lips before very un-subtly rolling his head to the side to expose his neck some, leaving his mouth close to Sousuke's ear.
His hands skate back up Sousuke's sternum, over his shoulders. Ai leads Sousuke further against his body.]
especially with the way ai is treading carefully into this new endeavor. brazen, yet reserved just in case there is any misguidance between the two. but... their friendship has sheltered so much before. right? surely it can bear the weight of this new adventure together? sousuke murmurs something wordlessly against ai's neck, testing the waters and letting his teeth catch the skin at that pale expanse being given to him just a little bit more.
sousuke doesn't think it's possible, but he tries to draw ai in closer anyways. their positioning is honestly kind of perfect for this sort of thing anyways. and ai is all too willing to press closer, position himself more thoroughly, lean in and let the breath roll across sousuke's ear.
maybe that's what finally does him in. or maybe it's that promise of you can get closer if you want that mentally wrecks him. and the kiss he presses against ai's throat is more intense and open mouthed this time, that hand on the small of his back dropping to squeeze his ass just a bit. bold? why yes. yes it is, but it's sousuke yamazaki we're talking about here.
and paired with someone like ai, it's some small wonder they've sat on their hands so long like this. sousuke lets his teeth drag against his throat, as he works a patch of flesh between his lips and teeth, sucking with a low groan]
[Sousuke grips him, and this time it does pull Ai flush; it leaves his knees somewhat precarious, the center of his gravity now forcing him to lean on Sousuke some for purchase, as there wasn't much room for him to shift forward. But like this, his softened sex is pressed to Sousuke's navel; his chest just above Sousuke's; one hand in Sousuke's hair, practically kneading through soft tufts as he feels those lips and teeth threaten his neck, his throat.]
Oh, [he exhales, such a small noise, but one that is undoubtedly brand new for Sousuke's ears; the attention paid to his jugular has a full-body shudder rack through him.
And then Sousuke's hand is on his rear, and. Ai gasps, just a little; inavertently presses his hips back to catch and encourage that touch, especially.
The hand in Sousuke's hair slides forward to his jaw, encouraging Sousuke's lips upward, where Ai kisses him. Far headier than he may have even a minute ago, an obvious desire blossoming between slotted lips. Against him, Ai murmurs something akin to wait a sec, using the broad expanse of Sousuke's shoulders to steady himself as he shifts.
One thigh outside on the left; one outside on the right. Like this, it's more comfortable. And like this, he can truly kill the space between them... Though somewhat deliberately, he keeps his weight up. Not so much sat in Sousuke's lap as he is hovering just atop it.]
[he doesn't mind the additional weight of pressure. nothing about the inches between them slowly disappearing bothers him at all in fact. but that little oh? that has sousuke making a noise he didn't think he was capable of making.
and he can feel the ripples of shivers coursing through ai. and his own body probably meets them in return. those fingers working his scalp and hair beneath the soft pads, the hips moving back against his touch. fuck.
sousuke meets the kiss heavily, helping ai shift whatever which way he can, dragging their mouths back together to meet. that hand behind ai, intensifying the firmness of his grip, dragging his cheeks apart a little bit. fuck, it all feels so dizzy and it feels like they've only been going at this for five seconds. maybe less. he doesn't even know what time it is anymore.
sousuke lets something slip that sounds similar to a curse curdled with ai's name, before he finally forces himself away from ai's mouth to begin to work a piece of skin on his throat between his lips and teeth, hopefully leaving his mark a little more thoroughly there]
[There is a shuddered, quiet whine when Sousuke kneads his ass cheeks apart, the touch so damn intimate and yet intentional it causes a wave of heat to crest over the entirety of Ai's body, manifesting in his gut and out to his extremities. It's overwhelming when paired with the heat persistently lapping at his skin on account of Sousuke's proximity and the water still submerging them both; by another name, it was sensory overload, but if Ai was forthright? He was ready to drown.]
Senpai, Sou-- mm, [he honest to god moans, biting his lip at first but letting his tongue loose when the pinch beneath Sousuke's teeth crosses from painful into mind-numbingly good. His hands claw up the top of Sousuke's shoulders; up into his hair. Ai yanks him forward as if he could just pin Sousuke there, let him claim as much pallid white skin as he wanted.
Rolls his hips back against the hand that is still holding him so intentionally. And then, as if reward for gifting him not one but two incredibly dark and bruising marks, Ai cants his hips down. Almost shyly, as if this much is too much, too; as if Sousuke isn't quite literally claiming him where he touches him. It's deliberate enough to catch his sex in the cleave of his undercarriage, the glide impossibly easy on account of the water. Ai sucks in a breath, and slowly, cautiously rolls his hips down again.]
[there's no need to ponder if this is good or okay or anything else. ai's body speaks volumes, even if his voice wasn't taking on that heavy tone, preaching with how it rolls back against him, how those little keens slip out unbridled...
even with someone so normally stoic as sousuke, he too can begin to crumble. the sting from deft fingers tugging and clawing at everything, the roll of ai's ass against his dick is maddening. to a point where he can't help the way his hips buck into it, tossing his head back momentarily to suck in a breath between clenched teeth.
one hand on ai's ass tugs at him, carefully slotting his cock between the dip and he slowly begins to match ai's movements in tandem, maddeningly slow granted. the two of them are known for their endurance, and sousuke will be damned if he finished preemptively like some horny teenager. but the hot water sloshing around them only aids in that feeling, and he grunts a little as he bucks up again, tightening his hold on whatever of ai he's even holding onto at this point]
You can say it.
[sousuke says with a small laugh, scraping his teeth along the dip of ai's neck, down his shoulder and trickling back up]
[The water had obfuscated it, obviously. And Ai can't say he's gotten Sousuke close enough in the shower room to have ever gotten a proper peek - not that he'd have been hard at the time, anyway.
Ai's actions had been tentative to start, but feeling the entire length of Sousuke's strong arousal drag against the cleft of his ass leaves Ai breathless. Already he was so hard, clearly enjoying this as much as Ai was, however new and uncertain the territory might be.
He adjusts himself to match; lowers himself further, rutting his hips forward as Sousuke does up, backward as Sousuke does down. Feeling the drag of Sousuke's lower stomach against his own cock. One arm is slung over Sousuke's shoulder entirely, bracing against him; a small part of him letting Sousuke support his weight. His other hand flies into Sousuke's hair for a moment, gripping short tufts and gently tugging, just enough to encourage Sousuke to tilt his head.]
Sousuke-senpai, [he repeats, lips trailing from his jaw to the side of his neck. It's Ai's turn to return the favour, minding their rhythm and lapping heavily at Sousuke's skin until it nearly tastes metallic. Teeth pinch into sinew, and Ai cannot help but moan heavily as he finally gives Sousuke a mark worthy of matching the ones left on himself.
Releases. Leaves a few smaller marks below it, trailing toward Sousuke's collar bone. And then suddenly Ai is making a breathless sort of laugh against Sousuke's skin, and if Sousuke sought to check his expression, he'd see pulled eyebrows and a rueful smile.]
You feel. Um. [Well-endowed. Spitting that out might just kill him, though. Breathless yet smiling lips find Sousuke's again, for a moment, before Ai is unabashedly looking Sousuke in the eye,] -- You seem excited.
[instinctively, a hand tightens around ai's hip. all while basking in the tug in his hair, the the teeth scraping across his neck. the little tandem they're building together is dizzying. sousuke snorts a little bit as ai continues to trickle his mouth downwards, meeting that laugh in turn. heat blossoms every which way, and sousuke can't quite hold back the way his movements become slightly erratic, still bordering on considerate]
Not exactly easy to stay calm with you.
[that voice so rough around the edges, tinged even moreso now. he presses against ai deliberately, proving the theory that ai is desperately trying to point out currently. all the while his thumb smooths across ai's hip. but maybe he got a little of the insinuation that ai is making, and that brings a little heat to his cheeks]
Feels good.
[sousuke settles on with a breathy noise. well in various scenarios, he can't say this is one he could have conjured up. even if he desperately thought of it time and time again. he didn't want to sully their relationship, and so would so constantly push it to the side in turn]
Ah--
[he starts off carefully, biting his lip, stumbling over words momentarily]
How far...?
[sousuke is nothing but a gentleman, after all. and so he absolutely will not be pushing this further than ai intends, or wants to go rather. even if ai shoved him away right this second, sousuke would smile, draw back and and remedy the situation however possible]
[Ai says a small, quiet, mental apology to both Sousuke and the deities. Because Sousuke asking that question gives Ai a glimpse beyond more than just those two words, and if not for the way his face is still buried in Sousuke's neck, he might've been held accountable for the way too satisfied smile that just plastered itself across his lips.
First of all-- he hadn't thought that far, if he's honest. But that isn't to say he hasn't thought about it ever. Quite the contrary; Sousuke was stronger, taller, broader than he was in every possible sense of the words, and paired with his unrelenting kind yet wit-dry attitude, it made Ai think. Loudly. Supplementing his hand on quieter nights where keeping it locked in his brain wasn't enough.
Safe to say he knows what he wants, and whether it happens now or later isn't all that important; they have a weekend to figure it out, after all. Probably longer, though thinking longterm might make Ai's brain short-circuit.
So Sousuke cannot see his shit-eating grin, no. But he can certainly feel the way Ai reaches behind himself, below himself; smooths his fingers over whatever parts of Sousuke's dick he can reach, holding it closer against his cleave. Maybe once, just to tease and make his mind plain, he presses it to the divot of his crown. Strokes Sousuke's cockhead a few times, and then lifts his hand out of the water, cupping the side of his face.
Ai sits up enough to be able to look at Sousuke properly. And there is just. A glint in Ai's eye.]
What flashed through your head when you asked? [He pecks his lips, far too chaste and short... Though for all his mischief and bravado, his voice grows a touch quieter with his vulnerability.]
I trust you. And I promise I can be patient. [Quieter still, though he hasn't ripped his gaze away; if anything, it's galvanized.] But at the very least, I'm not getting out of this water without taking you to the top with me somehow.
[he felt the motions before even seeing ai's face. as much as he can from where it's buried against his neck rather. or maybe he can feel the motions coupled with that stupid grin. can hear it dripping in his tone like oil. sousuke can't help the way his breath sucks in a little bit.
especially when comprehending the way ai reaches behind himself, pressing them all the closer together.
and that's when logic drowns to the bottom of the onsen.
sousuke's hand tightens on ai's thigh, gripping bruisingly so. only aiding in the pleasant slide his dick is currently experiencing with how he hitches ai up a little bet, gets just the right angle. he can't help the way his breath hitches into something more guttural at the feeling of being pressed so achingly close there.
what flashed through your head? and well. sousuke wouldn't be sousuke yamazaki if there weren't some moments of brow raising quips or smirks and sly commentary. so his head tips back against the side of the onsen, and he sighs as his hips buck viciously, careful to keep the pleasant slide between ai and no further. he's too considerate for such a rough and raw mannerism after all. ah fuck though, he thinks.
without that they won't be going very far at all... ah well. ai is such a shit though, it's getting such a rise out of him]
Me? Ah...nothing. Just your dick in me. Might feel kind of good.
[that's absolutely not why he's--they're--here however, and the facade doesn't laugh because he snort laughs, and presses his nose against the crown of ai's hair. right, right. trust, patience, promises. things he can follow through with]
Kidding. I mean... if that's what you want cool, but...
[sousuke pulls ai's face closer, accentuating each little word against the curve of those plush lips]
Too bad there's only so far we can go like this.
[water is absolutely not a reasonable alternative for lube]
[It's a hitched noise, and then caught in his throat, the way Sousuke grips him and positions him just right. It's borderline sinful, the feeling of his hard cock brushing against him in all the right ways, slow and almost undulating thanks to the sensation of the water surrounding them still. Truthfully, he could come just like this. Would be happy to, even. Dry (wet?) ride Sousuke until he spends them both--
And then Sousuke is saying that.
Ai really thought he maintained the upper hand, and had whet his tongue so thoroughly Sousuke couldn't keep up. Turns out Sousuke was simply abiding his time. Ai stares at him, face flagrantly flustered and eyes blown owlish. For too many embarrassing reasons he cannot even begin to process fast enough to articulate. Not that I don't doubt you're capable but I was really hoping for it the other way, or It might be difficult in the water since your legs are so much longer, or You're into that? or--
Thank god he laughs. Because it means Ai doesn't have to say anything at all, no embarrassing admissions of what he's always imagined, no embarrassing reconciling with the idea of the inverse. He makes a breathless laugh, and even has to ruffle his own hair for a moment, as if shaking out all the thoughts at once.
Exhales more softly when Sousuke pulls his lips close. Ai kisses back. Chases, even-- but then as if at odds with himself, hesitates and then pulls away.
And then he's stalling.
And stalling.]
Please don't be alarmed, [not a great way to start--] but I have, um-- I packed some, ah. Not that I thought we--! To start, when we came, I didn't even know if you...!! ...
Well, because if you're in your swimsuit too long, it can be difficult to get off, so it helps lubricate your legs, and......
...
[He doesn't will the bath to open up and swallow him. Because that's a reality where Sousuke's dick isn't inside of him. But god is it fucking appealing as an alternative. He takes in a shuddered breath, and bites his bottom lip to keep himself from outright crying of embarrassment. Be strong, Aiichirou!]
I... Want you. Very badly. Let me do this much. Please.
[at least their comfort is so immense they can laugh about these things together. especially the way ai folds in on himself. it takes everything in his power to not further snicker, or blow a raspberry trying to hold it all in.
but seeing the thoughts whir through ai's head? priceless. he'll have to remember that for future... well. maybe he's getting a bit ahead of himself right now.
but ai continues, stammering through the explanation until sousuke is sure the water is going to swallow him whole. and his mouth twitches. ai so wound up and earnest is something damn near irresistible. because he's never heard the biggest load of crap in his far too few years he's had on earth]
What, Nanase try to feed you that shit?
[or maybe there is truth to it?? either way, ai's tone dips into something breathier and pleading and sousuke's words take on an eerily darker murmur. he tilts just to catch whatever glimpses he can of ai's expression, flustered written all over him like a damn novel]
You must've really wanted it too.
[his words speak for themselves, as one hand drops to pull ai apart, dragging the head of his cock along his rim once more. all while drawing in some tantalizing and shuddery breath]
Maybe get it before you actually die of embarrassment.
[He doesn't dignify Sousuke with an answer to his first quip because that would be admitting that yes Nanase-san did in fact feed him that shit. Inadvertently. Because Ai remembers stories and feeling butterflies for the wrong reasons and wanting to be a little bigger and a little cooler and somehow, someway, getting his clothes off at the speed of light like some two other fools had been the thing to try.
That and maybe because he likes fingers in himself from time to time but that was absolutely definitely nowhere near his mind when he packed the lube. And is definitely not why it's only half-full. Nuh uh. Certainly not a decision made half-way inebriated either.
Sousuke's second quip, though. Words begin in his throat, but the way Sousuke is rutting against him so intently dry them up on the back of his tongue; Ai moans, low and lilted, eyelashes fluttering shut at the feeling. It's just-- barely there, and he knows he can have so much more if he can just will himself up and out of this pool, but that'd mean getting Sousuke's hands off him, which he also doesn't want. A rock and a hard place.]
Stop doing that, [he admonishes, carefully sliding off from Sousuke's lap and toeing the bottom of the onsen; he kisses him harshly, half-way between reprimand and apology. As he does, for just a fleeting moment, Ai's hand reaches under the water to capture Sousuke's length; he gives it a few lazy pumps, more just to feel it for himself. Ai already knows he is going to have to say a prayer, probably several.] You're making it difficult to be the bigger person.
[One more kiss, and then he is doing the extremely responsible and absolutely in no way embarrassing thing of hoisting himself out of the pool, cock hard and left ass cheek a little red from where Sousuke's been prying and kneading him, pausing at the rocky ledge just enough to peer down at Sousuke from this vantage. Knowing he has eyes on him, but not giving a single fuck. Good. Let him stare; this is the body they've both moulded, after all. Ai mutters something about having to dry the floor as he disappears into the heart of the ryokan room for a few moments...
He pads back down toward the bath, heart in his throat. Doesn't immediately re-enter, though; he kneels beside Sousuke, and kisses his temple. Then, carefully, Ai re-submerges himself. Floats in front of him, still on his feet, and kisses him sweetly. As he does, he gently presses the vial against Sousuke's chest, waiting for him to take it.]
[there's no hiding the way sousuke stares at ai's ass, nice and red from the hot bath and sousuke's relentless grip. if ai wants to look back, well he'll see plenty. unwavering hunger and amusement glittering in that gaze]
You think we'll care about the floor in five minutes?
[and leaves him with that, shifting himself a bit in the bath. he's not made of steel however, and gives himself a few pumps below the water, shifting with a soft sight of relief. it was so hard to hold back, be considerate. he knows ai can take it. it's not long, and maybe ai can be treated to that view (or rather his imagination) to sousuke jacking off just below the surface.
people always say to not fuck in the onsens. that it's rude and disrespectful.
sousuke says fuck that, because there's no way hosts aren't assuming this isn't happening anyways and draining and scrubbing them out.
but ai is back in front of him, and that vial is pressed against him, which he takes very neatly from ai's hand, kissing him back with a little more heat. because sweet is nice, but he knows ai can handle much more than that. even goes so far as to make a keening noise against ai's lip, all accentuated with the smirk on his lips]
Half full, huh?
[yeah he notices. yeah he's making a comment about it, shifting to pull himself out of the water a little further, and squeezing some of the lube onto his fingertips. no need to warm it, not like this]
[It makes him feel perverted, how for a moment the idea of sitting near the steps and just watching Sousuke jack himself off was almost as arousing as the thought of having his cock inside of him. It was an erotic visual, the steam of the bath obfuscating his movement, but the rise and fall of his arm in and out of the water making subtly yet obscene noises that went straight to Ai's gut.
He tilts his head into the kiss, matching the temperature Sousuke sets. Hands in his hair, then down below the water, on Sousuke's waist; lower still, around to his rear. Tight and plush, and Ai pulls him forward, just a little.
His breath inadvertently hitches when Sousuke notices that little detail. Ai swallows, somewhere between the click of the vial's lid and Sousuke's words.]
Something like that.
[Because maybe he's a little embarrassed, but Ai is never short of earnest. Sousuke had to know by now how crazy Ai was for him; there's no sense in hiding the obvious. His heart is in his throat; as if it'd help offset his own head spinning, one of Ai's hands comes to the front of Sousuke's body, languidly taking hold of his shaft to stroke him, base to tip. Slow. Ai doesn't want to work him up too much.]
It was usually you on my mind.
[So much for his alibi for why he packed it in the first place.]
[sights previously unseen like one of their comrades is so famous for saying time and time again. sousuke's happy to feed into that anytime, unashamed at present of sky blue lingering on his arms and-- well everything else.
and when ai's hand is on his dick, sousuke reaches around to press slicked up fingers against his ass. his hips buck a bit into the languid touch. but it's not rushing, not in the slightest. he's content in these lazy touches, unhurried. after all, time is on their side. there's no need to push haste onto things unnecessarily]
Glad I'm still living rent free in that head of yours.
[sousuke ventures. if he wasn't teasing before, he certainly is now. he rolls his hips into ai's fist, keeping that voice low. treading carefully. deep down there's some inner fear, that even if ai has thought about him all this time, he still might startle him away somehow. stranger things have happened, after all]
Like the thought of you touching yourself almost as much as how you're touching me now.
[he smirks, happy to call ai out on his shit sometimes. even if... there is that titilating fear of going too far, of terrifying something before it's even begun. or maybe he's not giving ai enough credit. he can't be too gentle with him. not after such a revelation. not after that rich mental image of ai stretching himself open with the thought of it being sousuke's own cock instead floods his head]
Don't need your imagination tonight.
[a threat. or a promise. as he slips one digit in to the first knuckle]
[Rent free barely covered it. If Ai was reminded of something to be grateful about, he thought about Sousuke. Every time he did land training, he thought of Sousuke. Every time he reached a new PB, Sousuke. Watching a romantic film, reading an erotic book, touching himself three fingers deep at 2am because nothing else can take the edge off-- Sousuke.
Often accompanied with guilt, worried he'd gone too far. Worried Sousuke might find out and think differently. There is an overture, then, in knowing shame could be shirked after all. That Sousuke apparently likes it. Thoughts for-- later, assuming later is a thing. Ai hopes it is. But ruminating on that too hard could pull his head right out of all of this, so he doesn't venture too deeply into wondering whether this all lives and dies in this bath.]
You won't either, [he replies, almost coy, but the self-satisfied tone to his voice wipes away immediately when Sousuke breaches him. Ai immediately notices how much different it feels compared to his own hand; Sousuke's hands, plainly, are bigger. Stretch him further on the first. Ai shifts; it's a little awkward, but he has one knee on the ledge for leverage, and it has the added benefit of keeping him splayed. He whines, low and hot; presses his face into Sousuke's shoulder, cups the back of his head. The hand on his dick remembers to keep working, having stopped for a moment to acclimate.
Subtly, after a moment, he rocks his hips back, encouraging Sousuke deeper. Presses his tongue flat to the skin of Sousuke's neck; kisses one of the deep, bruised marks. Climbs up to Sousuke's lips.]
[the squeeze around him makes his pulse spark. if only sousuke knew just how much he lived in ai's head. has lived in his head. been fingers deep in himself, thinking of it being this very situation. his restraint snaps when ai's voice, so broken and keening. sousuke groans at the tongue pressed against his neck, coupled with all those pretty noises he's being treated to.
but that smile never leaves his face.
god, sousuke is whipped.
ai's voice screams of someone that's done this a thousand times. and sousuke just tells himself a thousand times, thinking of me selfishly. he smirks at the thought, and his tone is deliberately rough. if he drops his own tone, ai can't tell what he's doing to him right?]
Better than I imagined.
[he touts back with a smirk, sliding that finger deeper, pressing a second against his rim just with the promise of more. he keeps him close while slowly working him open. it's easy to fall into something soothing. what with the hot water, the seemingly experienced movements of ai working him up further. leaving everything in such a dizzying spiral, he thinks he might melt into the water itself.
but, he allows himself a moment to smirk and arch his neck against ai's mouth, enjoying that flat expanse of tongue and the glide across wet skin]
If this is how well you take these...
[he smirks, and tucks his nose against ai's hair, drawing in a shuddering breath]
[He very nearly whines when Sousuke teases his hole but doesn't commit with the promise of more stretch, more of him. Ai knows it's only responsible to take it slow and be mindful, but he knows that Sousuke's prime motivation for not sliding that second finger in immediately has little to do with being conscientious and everything to do with the lascivious, borderline lewd words coming out of his mouth.
And they work. Ai whimpers, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as if that might help him to cope with the overwhelming heat that surges his body. Presses his hips back, as if he might be able to get more of Sousuke in him sooner. And then the way he can feel Sousuke's breath in his hair is-- sweet, almost. And that makes his heart throb, which in turn makes his cock throb, muscles spasming around the measured intrusion to his body.
I never thought I'd, [he shudders mid-sentence, soft gasp on his lips,] -- hear you say such a thing.
He releases Sousuke from his hand in favour of smoothing over his thighs and up his stomach; up and around his shoulders. Up into his hair. Ai for a moment catches Sousuke's gaze, unafraid to let Sousuke see exactly how far gone he is, before kissing him ravenously.
Against him Ai sucks in a breath, cheeks heated to a hot red, words murmured in a glorified whisper as if saying them any louder might eject him out of his own skin,]
I don't have words for how badly I want you inside of me. It's, [and ruts his hips back again as if silently begging,] --it feels ridiculous. But,
not an ounce of me will be satisfied until I'm full.
[ai's hips push into his hand, begging for more. it's easy enough to feel the sudden clench around his fingertips, ai's body trying to suck him in further. but sousuke holds back. not because he thinks ai can't take it. that much is evident. there's no doubting anything about this guy. but something in sousuke's own chest feels a little heavy.
but the callous little smile creeping across his face says it all. skin jumping and arching into ai's touch, as their lips meet in something so smoldering, he can't help but groan against the expanse of ai's plush mouth searing against his own. it's hungry, and aching. it only doubles the intensity in which sousuke curls that finger up a little.
--until i'm full. and sousuke can't hold back any longer, carefully pushing that second digit in fully. his other hand drops to brush teasingly across the head of ai's (surely) aching cock, and he lets himself pull their mouths apart for a moment. maybe at first it seems under the guise of catching his breath, but that's clearly pushed aside as soon as sousuke drags ai's lip along with his departing mouth, sliding his tongue across it before fully parting]
Wait until I'm actually inside you.
[it's a promise spoken with all too heavy breaths, and sousuke carefully curls both digits this time, searching for something a little deeper, all while that opposite hand carefully begins to jerk at ai's cock. he feels out the intensity in which ai's cock jumps under his fingers, or the subtle ways his muscles clench around sousuke's fingers brushing deeper and deeper inside of him. he doesn't want him coming not yet. or maybe...]
...that famous stamina carry into this sorta thing too?
[he smirks as he leans down to nip against ai's throat]
[Is Sousuke teasing? Being crass on purpose? Or is it the Sousuke he knows and adores, ever candid and sincere in his words but paired with his brusque delivery it simply comes across that way? Does it matter? It all goes straight to Ai's gut, and emphasizes the sudden explosion of warmth from his gut when Sousuke's fingers splay him, curl, and repeatedly thrust against him in exactly the right way.
Ai nearly throws himself against him, but is suddenly setting his spine rod straight; reaches down into the water for the hand currently stroking his cock, trying to stay Sousuke's wrist. Because--]
Senpai, please--... [He sucks in a breath to try and supply air back into his lungs long enough to get the words out, flashing Sousuke a dangerously far-gone expression,] It feels-- impossible. But I don't want this to be it. Not... Not until I have you inside of me. Please.
[Which is to say yes as far as Ai knows he would probably outlast Sousuke under normal circumstances, but being swallowed whole, jerked off, pressed into heaven, and surrounded by the intoxicatingly intimate setting of the onsen is, for better or worse, whittling away at his wherewithal. How long he'll last is going to be a first discovery for them both.
His head rolls back to give Sousuke further access to his throat; he rewards him by reaching back under the water, taking Sousuke in hand again, palm up-turned and stroking him languidly from base to tip. Polishing his head, thumbing his slit, back down again. Ai bites his bottom lip.]
Sousuke-senpai?
[Despite himself, despite how Sousuke is working him to the brink, Ai can't help but needle. And try to work Sousuke up in his own ways, too. Having him in hand like this, Ai feels at liberty to murmur:]
You can have me any way you like, you know. I trust you.
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Date: 2025-09-21 12:38 am (UTC)Unfortunately, he laughs.
A surprisingly rare sound from him, and an airy one at that, but he looks up at Sousuke with mirthful eyes, teasing the short tufts of his hair that just barely skate at th back of his ear, along his nape.]
You saw some poor kid crying his eyes out, [he manages between chuckle fits, finally getting it out of his system. His smile still bisects his face though, wide enough to push his beauty mark up toward his eye.] Did it leave that much of an impression? Ah, maybe you're the type who wants to swoop in with a white cape, after all.
[Ai kisses his chin; his jaw. Idle and fleeting things, as if he can't stay away from Sousuke for too long.]
I think... If it's up to me, I'd rather give you a better sight.
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Date: 2025-09-21 11:48 pm (UTC)Almost. But, not quite my style.
[he tilts his head a little, in silent invitation of ai's lips. funny how once that little bridge has been crossed, it seems both of them can't keep their hands off of the other. well, while they're at it...]
I think I saw the start of a kid's bright future.
[sousuke squeezes ai's hand once more, before he pulls it away. all to push his fingertips through ai's hair, and slowly begin to work his way down the back of his neck. all pressing fingers and methodical touches to hopefully turn ai into a pliant puddle in the onsen. that's what they came out here for, right? to relax? maybe he can just help aid that along.
even if it is a little maddening the way ai says that. and sousuke's fingers turn tight for a moment, a smirk crossing his features]
...what were you thinking?
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Date: 2025-09-22 12:14 am (UTC)You're too nice to me. [You spoil me, is what he means. Because Sousuke doesn't belittle Ai, but seems to always know exactly how to encourage him or help bolster his confidence when faltering. Patiently waited for as long as Ai said red light and now rises to meet him right in the middle at green light. Ai again reminds himself to never, ever, ever take this for granted. If he can spare Sousuke the feelings he himself endured for so many years, he will. Thinks after all of this, it might be even easier to make his gratitude known.
A noise threatens to bubble up and out of his throat, the way Sousuke's hand works through his hair and down the back of his neck; this coaxes Ai to turn a little bit, now more facing Sousuke than he had been before.
That smirk is what nearly does him in, though in incredible testament to his self-control, the noise is aborted just as it reaches his lips, only a faint and sharp exhale through his nose left as a ghost in its wake. His heart is in his throat, for a moment unable to tell up from down. Is he...? Flirting?
...
...!!
Ai only then clues in what he'd said and its double entendre. Not intentional!! But fuck, now he's wishing he had the foresight to say it was. Because Sousuke's hands are strong on his skin, and Ai is beginning to feel weak in the water for entirely different reasons.
Emboldened that there was no such thing as a mistake between the two of them, Ai faces Sousuke fully, having to wade in the water in front of him to do so; floats forward, enough to be just barely between his bent knees where he sits. Ai's hands trail down from Sousuke's hair to his jaw, his neck. Over the rounds of his defined pectorals. His cheeks may be flush, but his expression is wrought with determination.]
I'm thinking... No matter what sight I try to give you, you won't be able to see through the steam. Unless you get really, really close.
[... Aaaand his bravado shrivels up in the same instant. His eyes still glued to Sousuke's, but it's as if his flush overtakes him; his hands fly back up to Sousuke's jaw, and Ai looks at the scant water between them.]
... If that's too much, I...
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Date: 2025-09-23 11:45 pm (UTC)and those stupid clever fingertips trailing maps across his face, over his hair and... well. he wasn't insinuating that exactly. flirting, sure. but sousuke's got some self restraint and is mildly a gentleman. ai's face reminds him of all those nights training in the pool deep into the night.
that stubborn determination he's always had an aptitude for.
but he leans in all the same, pressing their foreheads a little closer together, that hand cupping his jaw so tenderly it aches. sousuke's breath hitches a little bit through the steam. but no, his answer is silently pressed into ai as one arm wraps around him, pulling him impossibly close. permissively, giving him a little look as though to say this alright? before leaning in, and pressing a kiss against ai's neck]
Gotta stop doubting yourself.
[sousuke laughs against that damp skin, thumb rubbing methodic circles against the small of ai's back]
You're good just the way you are. That's the kind of close I want.
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Date: 2025-09-24 12:00 am (UTC)This was all just-- so damn new. Equipped with the knowledge they'd both sat on their hands for way too long too, it lends itself to believing that certainly not all the time, but some of the time, Sousuke mayb obfuscate his intentions. This is the only place where Ai's uncertainty breeds itself.
And so he exhales, and then sighs a keening sigh, feeling Sousuke's lips against the length of his neck and his hand strong and reassuring at the small of his back.]
We're charting uncharted territory and doing it entirely naked. You can't blame me for a little bit of trepidation.
[As is evident by the way he feels his thighs against Sousuke's thighs; Sousuke's chest against his. Undulating water simultaneously scrambling and heightening those sensations. Given the height of the bath and how Sousuke is sitting, Ai is left to squat; he adjusts himself to be kneeling on the very edge of the ledge instead, still square between Sousuke's legs, water lapping at his navel. Like this, he's just slightly taller than eye height; able to lean down and steal a kiss square from Sousuke's lips before very un-subtly rolling his head to the side to expose his neck some, leaving his mouth close to Sousuke's ear.
His hands skate back up Sousuke's sternum, over his shoulders. Ai leads Sousuke further against his body.]
You can get closer. If you want.
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Date: 2025-09-24 02:46 am (UTC)especially with the way ai is treading carefully into this new endeavor. brazen, yet reserved just in case there is any misguidance between the two. but... their friendship has sheltered so much before. right? surely it can bear the weight of this new adventure together? sousuke murmurs something wordlessly against ai's neck, testing the waters and letting his teeth catch the skin at that pale expanse being given to him just a little bit more.
sousuke doesn't think it's possible, but he tries to draw ai in closer anyways. their positioning is honestly kind of perfect for this sort of thing anyways. and ai is all too willing to press closer, position himself more thoroughly, lean in and let the breath roll across sousuke's ear.
maybe that's what finally does him in. or maybe it's that promise of you can get closer if you want that mentally wrecks him. and the kiss he presses against ai's throat is more intense and open mouthed this time, that hand on the small of his back dropping to squeeze his ass just a bit. bold? why yes. yes it is, but it's sousuke yamazaki we're talking about here.
and paired with someone like ai, it's some small wonder they've sat on their hands so long like this. sousuke lets his teeth drag against his throat, as he works a patch of flesh between his lips and teeth, sucking with a low groan]
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Date: 2025-09-24 03:22 am (UTC)Oh, [he exhales, such a small noise, but one that is undoubtedly brand new for Sousuke's ears; the attention paid to his jugular has a full-body shudder rack through him.
And then Sousuke's hand is on his rear, and. Ai gasps, just a little; inavertently presses his hips back to catch and encourage that touch, especially.
The hand in Sousuke's hair slides forward to his jaw, encouraging Sousuke's lips upward, where Ai kisses him. Far headier than he may have even a minute ago, an obvious desire blossoming between slotted lips. Against him, Ai murmurs something akin to wait a sec, using the broad expanse of Sousuke's shoulders to steady himself as he shifts.
One thigh outside on the left; one outside on the right. Like this, it's more comfortable. And like this, he can truly kill the space between them... Though somewhat deliberately, he keeps his weight up. Not so much sat in Sousuke's lap as he is hovering just atop it.]
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Date: 2025-09-25 03:49 am (UTC)and he can feel the ripples of shivers coursing through ai. and his own body probably meets them in return. those fingers working his scalp and hair beneath the soft pads, the hips moving back against his touch. fuck.
sousuke meets the kiss heavily, helping ai shift whatever which way he can, dragging their mouths back together to meet. that hand behind ai, intensifying the firmness of his grip, dragging his cheeks apart a little bit. fuck, it all feels so dizzy and it feels like they've only been going at this for five seconds. maybe less. he doesn't even know what time it is anymore.
sousuke lets something slip that sounds similar to a curse curdled with ai's name, before he finally forces himself away from ai's mouth to begin to work a piece of skin on his throat between his lips and teeth, hopefully leaving his mark a little more thoroughly there]
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Date: 2025-09-25 03:59 am (UTC)Senpai, Sou-- mm, [he honest to god moans, biting his lip at first but letting his tongue loose when the pinch beneath Sousuke's teeth crosses from painful into mind-numbingly good. His hands claw up the top of Sousuke's shoulders; up into his hair. Ai yanks him forward as if he could just pin Sousuke there, let him claim as much pallid white skin as he wanted.
Rolls his hips back against the hand that is still holding him so intentionally. And then, as if reward for gifting him not one but two incredibly dark and bruising marks, Ai cants his hips down. Almost shyly, as if this much is too much, too; as if Sousuke isn't quite literally claiming him where he touches him. It's deliberate enough to catch his sex in the cleave of his undercarriage, the glide impossibly easy on account of the water. Ai sucks in a breath, and slowly, cautiously rolls his hips down again.]
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Date: 2025-09-26 02:58 am (UTC)even with someone so normally stoic as sousuke, he too can begin to crumble. the sting from deft fingers tugging and clawing at everything, the roll of ai's ass against his dick is maddening. to a point where he can't help the way his hips buck into it, tossing his head back momentarily to suck in a breath between clenched teeth.
one hand on ai's ass tugs at him, carefully slotting his cock between the dip and he slowly begins to match ai's movements in tandem, maddeningly slow granted. the two of them are known for their endurance, and sousuke will be damned if he finished preemptively like some horny teenager. but the hot water sloshing around them only aids in that feeling, and he grunts a little as he bucks up again, tightening his hold on whatever of ai he's even holding onto at this point]
You can say it.
[sousuke says with a small laugh, scraping his teeth along the dip of ai's neck, down his shoulder and trickling back up]
Senpai, or whatever you want. I don't mind...
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Date: 2025-09-26 03:11 am (UTC)Ai's actions had been tentative to start, but feeling the entire length of Sousuke's strong arousal drag against the cleft of his ass leaves Ai breathless. Already he was so hard, clearly enjoying this as much as Ai was, however new and uncertain the territory might be.
He adjusts himself to match; lowers himself further, rutting his hips forward as Sousuke does up, backward as Sousuke does down. Feeling the drag of Sousuke's lower stomach against his own cock. One arm is slung over Sousuke's shoulder entirely, bracing against him; a small part of him letting Sousuke support his weight. His other hand flies into Sousuke's hair for a moment, gripping short tufts and gently tugging, just enough to encourage Sousuke to tilt his head.]
Sousuke-senpai, [he repeats, lips trailing from his jaw to the side of his neck. It's Ai's turn to return the favour, minding their rhythm and lapping heavily at Sousuke's skin until it nearly tastes metallic. Teeth pinch into sinew, and Ai cannot help but moan heavily as he finally gives Sousuke a mark worthy of matching the ones left on himself.
Releases. Leaves a few smaller marks below it, trailing toward Sousuke's collar bone. And then suddenly Ai is making a breathless sort of laugh against Sousuke's skin, and if Sousuke sought to check his expression, he'd see pulled eyebrows and a rueful smile.]
You feel. Um. [Well-endowed. Spitting that out might just kill him, though. Breathless yet smiling lips find Sousuke's again, for a moment, before Ai is unabashedly looking Sousuke in the eye,] -- You seem excited.
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Date: 2025-09-28 09:47 pm (UTC)Not exactly easy to stay calm with you.
[that voice so rough around the edges, tinged even moreso now. he presses against ai deliberately, proving the theory that ai is desperately trying to point out currently. all the while his thumb smooths across ai's hip. but maybe he got a little of the insinuation that ai is making, and that brings a little heat to his cheeks]
Feels good.
[sousuke settles on with a breathy noise. well in various scenarios, he can't say this is one he could have conjured up. even if he desperately thought of it time and time again. he didn't want to sully their relationship, and so would so constantly push it to the side in turn]
Ah--
[he starts off carefully, biting his lip, stumbling over words momentarily]
How far...?
[sousuke is nothing but a gentleman, after all. and so he absolutely will not be pushing this further than ai intends, or wants to go rather. even if ai shoved him away right this second, sousuke would smile, draw back and and remedy the situation however possible]
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Date: 2025-09-28 10:07 pm (UTC)First of all-- he hadn't thought that far, if he's honest. But that isn't to say he hasn't thought about it ever. Quite the contrary; Sousuke was stronger, taller, broader than he was in every possible sense of the words, and paired with his unrelenting kind yet wit-dry attitude, it made Ai think. Loudly. Supplementing his hand on quieter nights where keeping it locked in his brain wasn't enough.
Safe to say he knows what he wants, and whether it happens now or later isn't all that important; they have a weekend to figure it out, after all. Probably longer, though thinking longterm might make Ai's brain short-circuit.
So Sousuke cannot see his shit-eating grin, no. But he can certainly feel the way Ai reaches behind himself, below himself; smooths his fingers over whatever parts of Sousuke's dick he can reach, holding it closer against his cleave. Maybe once, just to tease and make his mind plain, he presses it to the divot of his crown. Strokes Sousuke's cockhead a few times, and then lifts his hand out of the water, cupping the side of his face.
Ai sits up enough to be able to look at Sousuke properly. And there is just. A glint in Ai's eye.]
What flashed through your head when you asked? [He pecks his lips, far too chaste and short... Though for all his mischief and bravado, his voice grows a touch quieter with his vulnerability.]
I trust you. And I promise I can be patient. [Quieter still, though he hasn't ripped his gaze away; if anything, it's galvanized.] But at the very least, I'm not getting out of this water without taking you to the top with me somehow.
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Date: 2025-09-29 03:16 am (UTC)especially when comprehending the way ai reaches behind himself, pressing them all the closer together.
and that's when logic drowns to the bottom of the onsen.
sousuke's hand tightens on ai's thigh, gripping bruisingly so. only aiding in the pleasant slide his dick is currently experiencing with how he hitches ai up a little bet, gets just the right angle. he can't help the way his breath hitches into something more guttural at the feeling of being pressed so achingly close there.
what flashed through your head? and well. sousuke wouldn't be sousuke yamazaki if there weren't some moments of brow raising quips or smirks and sly commentary. so his head tips back against the side of the onsen, and he sighs as his hips buck viciously, careful to keep the pleasant slide between ai and no further. he's too considerate for such a rough and raw mannerism after all. ah fuck though, he thinks.
without that they won't be going very far at all... ah well. ai is such a shit though, it's getting such a rise out of him]
Me? Ah...nothing. Just your dick in me. Might feel kind of good.
[that's absolutely not why he's--they're--here however, and the facade doesn't laugh because he snort laughs, and presses his nose against the crown of ai's hair. right, right. trust, patience, promises. things he can follow through with]
Kidding. I mean... if that's what you want cool, but...
[sousuke pulls ai's face closer, accentuating each little word against the curve of those plush lips]
Too bad there's only so far we can go like this.
[water is absolutely not a reasonable alternative for lube]
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Date: 2025-09-29 03:30 am (UTC)[It's a hitched noise, and then caught in his throat, the way Sousuke grips him and positions him just right. It's borderline sinful, the feeling of his hard cock brushing against him in all the right ways, slow and almost undulating thanks to the sensation of the water surrounding them still. Truthfully, he could come just like this. Would be happy to, even. Dry (wet?) ride Sousuke until he spends them both--
And then Sousuke is saying that.
Ai really thought he maintained the upper hand, and had whet his tongue so thoroughly Sousuke couldn't keep up. Turns out Sousuke was simply abiding his time. Ai stares at him, face flagrantly flustered and eyes blown owlish. For too many embarrassing reasons he cannot even begin to process fast enough to articulate. Not that I don't doubt you're capable but I was really hoping for it the other way, or It might be difficult in the water since your legs are so much longer, or You're into that? or--
Thank god he laughs. Because it means Ai doesn't have to say anything at all, no embarrassing admissions of what he's always imagined, no embarrassing reconciling with the idea of the inverse. He makes a breathless laugh, and even has to ruffle his own hair for a moment, as if shaking out all the thoughts at once.
Exhales more softly when Sousuke pulls his lips close. Ai kisses back. Chases, even-- but then as if at odds with himself, hesitates and then pulls away.
And then he's stalling.
And stalling.]
Please don't be alarmed, [not a great way to start--] but I have, um-- I packed some, ah. Not that I thought we--! To start, when we came, I didn't even know if you...!! ...
Well, because if you're in your swimsuit too long, it can be difficult to get off, so it helps lubricate your legs, and......
...
[He doesn't will the bath to open up and swallow him. Because that's a reality where Sousuke's dick isn't inside of him. But god is it fucking appealing as an alternative. He takes in a shuddered breath, and bites his bottom lip to keep himself from outright crying of embarrassment. Be strong, Aiichirou!]
I... Want you. Very badly. Let me do this much. Please.
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Date: 2025-09-29 11:05 pm (UTC)but seeing the thoughts whir through ai's head? priceless. he'll have to remember that for future... well. maybe he's getting a bit ahead of himself right now.
but ai continues, stammering through the explanation until sousuke is sure the water is going to swallow him whole. and his mouth twitches. ai so wound up and earnest is something damn near irresistible. because he's never heard the biggest load of crap in his far too few years he's had on earth]
What, Nanase try to feed you that shit?
[or maybe there is truth to it?? either way, ai's tone dips into something breathier and pleading and sousuke's words take on an eerily darker murmur. he tilts just to catch whatever glimpses he can of ai's expression, flustered written all over him like a damn novel]
You must've really wanted it too.
[his words speak for themselves, as one hand drops to pull ai apart, dragging the head of his cock along his rim once more. all while drawing in some tantalizing and shuddery breath]
Maybe get it before you actually die of embarrassment.
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Date: 2025-09-29 11:23 pm (UTC)That and maybe because he likes fingers in himself from time to time but that was absolutely definitely nowhere near his mind when he packed the lube. And is definitely not why it's only half-full. Nuh uh. Certainly not a decision made half-way inebriated either.
Sousuke's second quip, though. Words begin in his throat, but the way Sousuke is rutting against him so intently dry them up on the back of his tongue; Ai moans, low and lilted, eyelashes fluttering shut at the feeling. It's just-- barely there, and he knows he can have so much more if he can just will himself up and out of this pool, but that'd mean getting Sousuke's hands off him, which he also doesn't want. A rock and a hard place.]
Stop doing that, [he admonishes, carefully sliding off from Sousuke's lap and toeing the bottom of the onsen; he kisses him harshly, half-way between reprimand and apology. As he does, for just a fleeting moment, Ai's hand reaches under the water to capture Sousuke's length; he gives it a few lazy pumps, more just to feel it for himself. Ai already knows he is going to have to say a prayer, probably several.] You're making it difficult to be the bigger person.
[One more kiss, and then he is doing the extremely responsible and absolutely in no way embarrassing thing of hoisting himself out of the pool, cock hard and left ass cheek a little red from where Sousuke's been prying and kneading him, pausing at the rocky ledge just enough to peer down at Sousuke from this vantage. Knowing he has eyes on him, but not giving a single fuck. Good. Let him stare; this is the body they've both moulded, after all. Ai mutters something about having to dry the floor as he disappears into the heart of the ryokan room for a few moments...
He pads back down toward the bath, heart in his throat. Doesn't immediately re-enter, though; he kneels beside Sousuke, and kisses his temple. Then, carefully, Ai re-submerges himself. Floats in front of him, still on his feet, and kisses him sweetly. As he does, he gently presses the vial against Sousuke's chest, waiting for him to take it.]
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Date: 2025-09-30 01:50 am (UTC)You think we'll care about the floor in five minutes?
[and leaves him with that, shifting himself a bit in the bath. he's not made of steel however, and gives himself a few pumps below the water, shifting with a soft sight of relief. it was so hard to hold back, be considerate. he knows ai can take it. it's not long, and maybe ai can be treated to that view (or rather his imagination) to sousuke jacking off just below the surface.
people always say to not fuck in the onsens. that it's rude and disrespectful.
sousuke says fuck that, because there's no way hosts aren't assuming this isn't happening anyways and draining and scrubbing them out.
but ai is back in front of him, and that vial is pressed against him, which he takes very neatly from ai's hand, kissing him back with a little more heat. because sweet is nice, but he knows ai can handle much more than that. even goes so far as to make a keening noise against ai's lip, all accentuated with the smirk on his lips]
Half full, huh?
[yeah he notices. yeah he's making a comment about it, shifting to pull himself out of the water a little further, and squeezing some of the lube onto his fingertips. no need to warm it, not like this]
Guess you've had a little practice.
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Date: 2025-09-30 02:12 am (UTC)He tilts his head into the kiss, matching the temperature Sousuke sets. Hands in his hair, then down below the water, on Sousuke's waist; lower still, around to his rear. Tight and plush, and Ai pulls him forward, just a little.
His breath inadvertently hitches when Sousuke notices that little detail. Ai swallows, somewhere between the click of the vial's lid and Sousuke's words.]
Something like that.
[Because maybe he's a little embarrassed, but Ai is never short of earnest. Sousuke had to know by now how crazy Ai was for him; there's no sense in hiding the obvious. His heart is in his throat; as if it'd help offset his own head spinning, one of Ai's hands comes to the front of Sousuke's body, languidly taking hold of his shaft to stroke him, base to tip. Slow. Ai doesn't want to work him up too much.]
It was usually you on my mind.
[So much for his alibi for why he packed it in the first place.]
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Date: 2025-09-30 03:08 am (UTC)and when ai's hand is on his dick, sousuke reaches around to press slicked up fingers against his ass. his hips buck a bit into the languid touch. but it's not rushing, not in the slightest. he's content in these lazy touches, unhurried. after all, time is on their side. there's no need to push haste onto things unnecessarily]
Glad I'm still living rent free in that head of yours.
[sousuke ventures. if he wasn't teasing before, he certainly is now. he rolls his hips into ai's fist, keeping that voice low. treading carefully. deep down there's some inner fear, that even if ai has thought about him all this time, he still might startle him away somehow. stranger things have happened, after all]
Like the thought of you touching yourself almost as much as how you're touching me now.
[he smirks, happy to call ai out on his shit sometimes. even if... there is that titilating fear of going too far, of terrifying something before it's even begun. or maybe he's not giving ai enough credit. he can't be too gentle with him. not after such a revelation. not after that rich mental image of ai stretching himself open with the thought of it being sousuke's own cock instead floods his head]
Don't need your imagination tonight.
[a threat. or a promise. as he slips one digit in to the first knuckle]
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Date: 2025-09-30 03:23 am (UTC)Often accompanied with guilt, worried he'd gone too far. Worried Sousuke might find out and think differently. There is an overture, then, in knowing shame could be shirked after all. That Sousuke apparently likes it. Thoughts for-- later, assuming later is a thing. Ai hopes it is. But ruminating on that too hard could pull his head right out of all of this, so he doesn't venture too deeply into wondering whether this all lives and dies in this bath.]
You won't either, [he replies, almost coy, but the self-satisfied tone to his voice wipes away immediately when Sousuke breaches him. Ai immediately notices how much different it feels compared to his own hand; Sousuke's hands, plainly, are bigger. Stretch him further on the first. Ai shifts; it's a little awkward, but he has one knee on the ledge for leverage, and it has the added benefit of keeping him splayed. He whines, low and hot; presses his face into Sousuke's shoulder, cups the back of his head. The hand on his dick remembers to keep working, having stopped for a moment to acclimate.
Subtly, after a moment, he rocks his hips back, encouraging Sousuke deeper. Presses his tongue flat to the skin of Sousuke's neck; kisses one of the deep, bruised marks. Climbs up to Sousuke's lips.]
Please.
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Date: 2025-10-02 01:45 am (UTC)but that smile never leaves his face.
god, sousuke is whipped.
ai's voice screams of someone that's done this a thousand times. and sousuke just tells himself a thousand times, thinking of me selfishly. he smirks at the thought, and his tone is deliberately rough. if he drops his own tone, ai can't tell what he's doing to him right?]
Better than I imagined.
[he touts back with a smirk, sliding that finger deeper, pressing a second against his rim just with the promise of more. he keeps him close while slowly working him open. it's easy to fall into something soothing. what with the hot water, the seemingly experienced movements of ai working him up further. leaving everything in such a dizzying spiral, he thinks he might melt into the water itself.
but, he allows himself a moment to smirk and arch his neck against ai's mouth, enjoying that flat expanse of tongue and the glide across wet skin]
If this is how well you take these...
[he smirks, and tucks his nose against ai's hair, drawing in a shuddering breath]
...can't wait to feel you around my cock.
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Date: 2025-10-02 03:01 am (UTC)And they work. Ai whimpers, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as if that might help him to cope with the overwhelming heat that surges his body. Presses his hips back, as if he might be able to get more of Sousuke in him sooner. And then the way he can feel Sousuke's breath in his hair is-- sweet, almost. And that makes his heart throb, which in turn makes his cock throb, muscles spasming around the measured intrusion to his body.
I never thought I'd, [he shudders mid-sentence, soft gasp on his lips,] -- hear you say such a thing.
He releases Sousuke from his hand in favour of smoothing over his thighs and up his stomach; up and around his shoulders. Up into his hair. Ai for a moment catches Sousuke's gaze, unafraid to let Sousuke see exactly how far gone he is, before kissing him ravenously.
Against him Ai sucks in a breath, cheeks heated to a hot red, words murmured in a glorified whisper as if saying them any louder might eject him out of his own skin,]
I don't have words for how badly I want you inside of me. It's, [and ruts his hips back again as if silently begging,] --it feels ridiculous. But,
not an ounce of me will be satisfied until I'm full.
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Date: 2025-10-04 10:09 pm (UTC)but the callous little smile creeping across his face says it all. skin jumping and arching into ai's touch, as their lips meet in something so smoldering, he can't help but groan against the expanse of ai's plush mouth searing against his own. it's hungry, and aching. it only doubles the intensity in which sousuke curls that finger up a little.
--until i'm full. and sousuke can't hold back any longer, carefully pushing that second digit in fully. his other hand drops to brush teasingly across the head of ai's (surely) aching cock, and he lets himself pull their mouths apart for a moment. maybe at first it seems under the guise of catching his breath, but that's clearly pushed aside as soon as sousuke drags ai's lip along with his departing mouth, sliding his tongue across it before fully parting]
Wait until I'm actually inside you.
[it's a promise spoken with all too heavy breaths, and sousuke carefully curls both digits this time, searching for something a little deeper, all while that opposite hand carefully begins to jerk at ai's cock. he feels out the intensity in which ai's cock jumps under his fingers, or the subtle ways his muscles clench around sousuke's fingers brushing deeper and deeper inside of him. he doesn't want him coming not yet. or maybe...]
...that famous stamina carry into this sorta thing too?
[he smirks as he leans down to nip against ai's throat]
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Date: 2025-10-04 10:36 pm (UTC)[Is Sousuke teasing? Being crass on purpose? Or is it the Sousuke he knows and adores, ever candid and sincere in his words but paired with his brusque delivery it simply comes across that way? Does it matter? It all goes straight to Ai's gut, and emphasizes the sudden explosion of warmth from his gut when Sousuke's fingers splay him, curl, and repeatedly thrust against him in exactly the right way.
Ai nearly throws himself against him, but is suddenly setting his spine rod straight; reaches down into the water for the hand currently stroking his cock, trying to stay Sousuke's wrist. Because--]
Senpai, please--... [He sucks in a breath to try and supply air back into his lungs long enough to get the words out, flashing Sousuke a dangerously far-gone expression,] It feels-- impossible. But I don't want this to be it. Not... Not until I have you inside of me. Please.
[Which is to say yes as far as Ai knows he would probably outlast Sousuke under normal circumstances, but being swallowed whole, jerked off, pressed into heaven, and surrounded by the intoxicatingly intimate setting of the onsen is, for better or worse, whittling away at his wherewithal. How long he'll last is going to be a first discovery for them both.
His head rolls back to give Sousuke further access to his throat; he rewards him by reaching back under the water, taking Sousuke in hand again, palm up-turned and stroking him languidly from base to tip. Polishing his head, thumbing his slit, back down again. Ai bites his bottom lip.]
Sousuke-senpai?
[Despite himself, despite how Sousuke is working him to the brink, Ai can't help but needle. And try to work Sousuke up in his own ways, too. Having him in hand like this, Ai feels at liberty to murmur:]
You can have me any way you like, you know. I trust you.
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