[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.
really, it's wildly inappropriate given the moment and everything going on below the surface of the water. but leave it to sousuke yamazaki to press on ai's stamina, and for ai to immediately falter and slide his hand away from his cock. his forehead tips against ai's collar bone for a moment, as he tries to quell down his snickers]
...and right as I was implying you had more in you than that. My bad. Guess you're just excited, huh.
[it's not even phrased as a question so much as an observation--a statement of the obvious. but sousuke is nothing but adoring and obliging as he drops his hand from the vicinity of ai's cock. he makes a mental note for him to drive to town and buy some sports drinks, or fuck they're going to have a migraine in the morning. the onsen coupled with the equally steamy act of fucking indecently in it, makes for a dehydrating mix.
sousuke tries not to think of the inevitable head pounding, and tries not to buck incessantly into ai's gentle palm. fuck, maybe ai has a point about the stamina. it's one thing with your own hand in a quiet room or a quick fuck behind a backtown alley. it's something else entirely enveloped in this cooling, murky water, riding the high of admissions and whatever the hell is transpiring here.
he slowly, agonizingly, begins to press a third finger into the mix. the part where normally, things begin to get a little uncomfortable. not that sousuke has ever attempted such a thing with himself... huh. maybe a future time in his bed, shoulder permitting]
Lucky me.
[sousuke smiles against the expanse of ai's throat, dragging his teeth along his adam's apple. all the while those three fingers begin to meticulously work ai apart, all in preparation of sliding his cock in so flawlessly it punches the air out of those parted, swollen lips he's so honed in on currently]
[He has half a mind to be indignant, because on the one hand, his stamina for a while there had been his only boon in the pool he could laud over his colleagues and teammates, and it's certainly something he's capitalized on in bed before. On the other hand, shouldn't it be a compliment to Sousuke that he's worked past it so easily? As if he could read Ai's body like sheet music and make him sing. No doubt, the steam and the slight hangover and how ridiculously pent up he is and how sudden this all is just-- ebb at him ferociously. Frankly, he was a puddle in Sousuke's hands.
Ai reaches to Sousuke's undercarriage, cupping and massaging his sack.]
It isn't the first time you've found me in poor condition. But we can work on this too, right? [Because Ai hopes to whatever deities are out there this is not a one-time thing, even if he's not interested in having conversations at the moment.
Whatever smart quip to follow immediately dies in his throat when the poignant stretch of Sousuke's third finger pushes his body to a limit presently unchallenged. His eyebrows pinch, and for a moment his fingers scramble on Sousuke's broad chest for purchase. His entire body seizes, a silent and subtle cue for Sousuke to wait. Ai chews his bottom lip; buries his face against Sousuke's hair, where he is so diligently paying attention to Ai's neck.
He relaxes. Sousuke is so patient with him, Ai thinks; always has been. Can read Ai's body so easily, and it leaves Ai to wonder what all he's unintentionally said over the years without realizing. Because it's at the exact moment he isn't clenching his teeth and the gentle sear numbs away that he feels Sousuke's fingers gently begin to move inside of him, giving him silent promises.
The anticipation builds agonizingly loudly in his body, however - because Sousuke's fingers give him girth, but not depth. And Ai knows he's meant for more. And it kills him. This desperate, almost shameful wanting, every ounce of him hungry for Sousuke-- how long had it been laid plain without him knowing?
He kisses Sousuke's hair; noses his temple. Then slides a hand to the back of his neck to guide his head back up to kiss him. Ai rocks his hips back carefully on Sousuke's fingers, taking as much as Sousuke was willing to give.
The murmurs directly against and into Sousuke's lips are breathless, unabashed, and heady,]
Please-- please, Sousuke-senpai. I can't stand it. No more. Without you, it's no good.
[this time, sousuke can't hold back in the way his hips buck and a little hiss slides through gritted teeth. he hates his body traitorously giving into ai's minuscule touches like they're the biggest, baddest things in the world. there's no way anyone should ever think this guy is a pushover in bed. not when he acts like some deity crawling out from under the water, and seducing sousuke fucking sideways with the simplest touch]
R-Right.
[there's nothing he can do but agree, melt underneath it, focusing on fucking ai open and watching him fall apart on his fingers. one by one. continue working at ai's neck, while he feels that face bury into his scalp. he can settle his hand into a stillness, wait for ai's body to adjust. ai might have been in the rush moments before, but hopefully he's not any longer]
Easy. I've got you.
[words can help in the reassurances though, that his hand might not offer in the same capacity. but finally, he seems to even out, adjust and sousuke continues with that careful stretching. all silent pleas that scream you'll feel so good around me, you're perfect for this, you-- and sousuke kisses him back with the same ferocity that has the both of them melting further into the onsen. and the moment ai begins to mutter against sousuke's mouth, sousuke is pulling his fingers out and scrambling for that bottle again.
waterproof lube, huh.
ai really was either the biggest liar on the face of the earth, or nanase and rin were absolutely fucking with him in the worst way imaginable. he tries to put the two out of his mind as he dips his hand back below the murky surface, shuddering as he slicks himself up with it, all while watching ai probably writhing and desperate for his cock. he's trying to hurry, but. maybe it is a little fun to watch that desperation color his features]
Working on it...
[he grunts through a tight jaw, shivering at the feeling of his palm against his agonizingly hard dick. his other hand grabs at ai's hip, yanking him into a better position for all this. his head tips back with a shuddering groan as he feels ai's ass against the head of his cock]
[He watches as Sousuke's hand disappears under the water after uncapping the lubricant, and anticipation coils heavily in Ai's gut. And maybe just-- the smallest pinprick of nerves. Was it for better or for worse he didn't tell Sousuke he's done this much before? Even if Sousuke wasn't six-foot-one and built like a damn brick, it'd be tall order taking someone for the first time in these conditions. Let alone the fact Sousuke is Sousuke, and Ai knows he is going to be begging for patience in all of its virtue in the coming minutes.
But he meant it when he said it, every time he said it: he trusts Sousuke. And he wants him badly. There would be no learning each other if he wasn't willing to be a little vulnerable, and they've already come this far.
The positioning is awkward; Sousuke is still sat on the ledge, and Ai is very precariously half-balanced between his legs with one of his knees propped on the small ledge under the water. He adjusts as Sousuke slicks himself up, coming atop him as he had been before, straddling his lap properly. Sousuke holds him strongly, pulls Ai down and closer, strong fingers tight at his waist.
He shudders when he feels Sousuke's cockhead against his taut entrance. At once, his heart is in his throat.
He keeps one arm steady around Sousuke's shoulders for purchase; the other reaches behind him, under the water, and just-- gently nudges Sousuke for better alignment, feeling his head catch right on Ai's rim. The ambient noise in the room suddenly turns to a faint and dull buzz, and all Ai can hear is Sousuke's breathing and his own heartbeat thumping wildly loud between his ears.
It'd be so easy. To release the tension in his thighs and take him. Something in Ai keeps him from being so reckless, though. He knows better. That and, a little selfishly, he wants to feel it for himself - how much Sousuke intends to take.
After a minute of conjuring his courage, Ai nods, hand joining Sousuke's hand at his waist, encouraging his hold; subtly encouraging him to move.]
[there's an inexplicable, and unspoken trust between the two of them. some things better left unsaid, or not needing to be said at all. not when you know someone so intimately over the years, and sex is just the last step of what seems like a natural process.
the permission is out in the open.
and so sousuke doesn't waste another second, grabbing ai and keeping him so close that act is the most painful part of all. not the waiting to the point his cock aches, or how he's sure ai must have been so tight and taut around his fingertips. but distance isn't something sousuke thinks he can handle right now. and so he selfishly closes that gap while he presses himself deeper, breath hitching on the motion. something so simple as sinking his dick into something nearly renders him breathless and useless]
Ai.
[he dares to breathe into the damp room. the encouragement was explicit, ai's words even moreso about how badly he wants, has wanted all of this. and sousuke intends to deliver. even if the first press in is agonizing to bear witness to. he slips one eye open to take in the sight before him, the way ai's face surely contorts into something of pure pleasure. their hands together on ai's waist, just like they're together and in tandem in so many other ways.
and once he finally, finally bottoms out after what feels like hours, his breath catches in his throat. before he finally groans]
[The stretch wipes any and all words clear from the forefront bank of his memory.
Indescribable; a searing heat, a surprisingly smooth glide. There are simply no words in neither Japanese nor his scrap of English to quantify how full he feels, sated and devoured, and the further Sousuke breaches into him, the more overwhelming that sensation.]
S--
[Even Sousuke's damned name, Ai's current favourite prayer, fails him. The hand around Sousuke's neck tightens strongly in his hair, tugging at his scalp; the hand below the water tightens its grip on Sousuke's, pressing it more firmly against his own skin. Because there's maybe a part of him that feels a small burn, a being stretched too far, but Sousuke is so patient and slow and delicate with him and Ai knows now is not the time to give up. Not when he's the one who's brought them here.
Especially not when he feels Sousuke bottom out, Ai settling into his lap, body excruciatingly alive where they're connected. He can't even shift the way his knees plank on the polished stone underneath them without feeling Sousuke against him, inside and out; it makes his breath hitch, silver eyelashes fluttering shut. Swallowed whole. That was maybe the descriptor that came closest.]
I, [he tries, but. He's still adjusting. Tentatively rolls his body forward, very slowly and languidly, testing-- pressing their chests together, his cock to Sousuke's lower stomach. Feeling the drag of Sousuke's length inside of him.]
Hah, god, [he finally manages, as if the friction is what finally brings him back to reality. He can't help himself; he lifts his hips. Slowly lowers them again. Feels the drag of Sousuke's slicked cock against his muscles.
Silver eyelashes flutter open again, immediately seeking out Sousuke's gaze. Both of Ai's hands come around his neck; Ai grips tight.]
'm okay, [he barely squeaks out, so beside himself at how far gone he already is. It may be the last time Sousuke sees such a sincere smile for a while,] Please move.
[for a moment, sousuke has a little flutter of panic, wondering if there's pain or he went too fast or--
god.
and that's all he needs to plaster that stupid, thin smile right back on his face. sousuke groans, because before he can methodically roll his hips upwards, ai takes everything in stride (like he always does) and begins to roll himself back onto sousuke's cock. his teeth grit, and he swallows down the urge to wrap his hand around ai's cock. it will be over too soon then, right? not that either of them are going to last much like this. swallowed up and consumed by warm water and the fluttering warmth of one another in turn.
and of course sousuke can't resist the beckon of ai's voice, that smile that screams genuine and please and more and-- it's all he can muster to not absolutely snap his hips upwards, instead curling his fingers through ai's hair and building a slow, steady pace. together. for the both of them]
Fuck.
[sousuke isn't once for cursing, it cracks his normally stoic demeanor. unless something really sets him off. but this does it in a different way. the clench of ai's body so agonizingly tight and hot around him beckons more. but he tries to remain in that slightly controlled mindset, for both of them]
Pretty as you are in the pool... like this.
[of course they're still in a pool of sorts, but. ai's lithe gracefulness extends to all avenues apparently. and sousuke's breath hitches as his hips snap upwards a little harder]
[He almost laughs, hearing Sousuke curse. It was a rare thing for them both; Ai himself had come close. Crying to the deities at being so beside himself and his arousal; a curt fuck came close to expressing the same thing. The smile is wiped clean off his face, though, when Sousuke's languid movements develop a delicious friction between his legs, Sousuke's painfully slow and measured pace causing Ai to loll his head back, exhale breathily from his lips, grip Sousuke's shoulders tighter--]
Ah--!
[A small moan is punched out of him when Sousuke suddenly snaps his hips upward, and the only reason more don't follow in rapid succession is because Ai's capping his voice, sinking his teeth harshly into his bottom lip, eyebrows knit on his ridge. a whine follows next, searing heat pulled from deep within him. It was one thing when he set the pace, and something manageable still when Sousuke had been moving languidly. But that? The sudden force deep within him was like a shock to his system. He doesn't even register he's been called pretty. Already, he's overwhelmed by the man consuming him.]
Again, Sousuke-senpai, [Ai encourages, breathless. He's no longer even moving, thighs tense and knees red against the polished stone somewhere beneath him to brace against the strength with which Sousuke meets him, thrust after thrust.]
[ai can play him like a fiddle, even if sousuke is the one playing ai's body similarly. he's watching him carefully, watching for every little movement, every little jerk of his body and--
well. the encouraging words, coupled with ai's body practically spasming around him should be indication enough. right? and sousuke doesn't hold back. ai would tell him to slow his roll for a moment if he really wanted to, or something right? and carefully, he begins to build that rythmn between them. copulating isn't necessarily his forte. he's not some crazed sex master intent on ruining ai's body for anyone else. but... there's something almost tantalizing in the prospect. a thought plagued with guilt that he might ruin ai for anyone else in more ways than one, and well.
he'll selfishly take that thought and hold it close to him. especially if this transpires into a one and done situation he might tell himself he's fine with. but in reality, it's something he's dreading the prospect of. sousuke tucks his face against ai's throat, gritting his teeth against the curve of his neck. he scrapes his teeth along the length, snapping his hips up against, squeezing around ai's middles, keeping them close, relishing in the feeling of ai's cock dragging against his stomach]
Better than fingers?
[he has to tease him a little bit after all, remind ai of all those times he imagined this on his own fingers or... whatever else]
[Ai tries to match that rhythm, he does. It isn't even particularly fast, or hard; Sousuke is just. A lot, and naturally carries about him a power and a strength, and Ai has seen him be kind and good and gentle and it makes his cock twitch against Sousuke's lower abdomen to think that the kind, good, gentle man he's fallen painfully head over heels for can barely keep himself at bay enough that this, Ai surmises, is his version of kind, good, gentle.
The parallel of that thought runs through Ai's head - that if he had any part of him left to give, he wanted Sousuke to take it all. All of him. Consume him holistically; drown him. In nothing but deep teal eyes and a consideration that is going to drive the both of them mad.
He sucks in a harsh breath and exhales a shaky moan when he feels Sousuke's face against the slope of his nape, whining when he feels teeth against his sensitive, already bruised skin. Sousuke's taunt is so achingly like him that it cuts through the fog, and even Ai, who is presently trying so damned hard not to be jostled upward every single time Sousuke snaps his hips, has to acquiesce with a breathless laugh, burying his face in Sousuke's hair,]
I'm done trying to get off after this.
[Maybe there was better out there, but Ai isn't keen to find it. He has Sousuke, who fits against him so perfectly, and has from the very start. Unsure as Ai is about where they fall, Ai is going to at least try and make sure this doesn't begin and end in the onsen. It can't. They can't.
Sousuke's undeterred thrusts cause Ai to bounce against him erratically; trying to keep himself sat against his cock, but every time Sousuke brushes something deep against him, Ai jolts, and his body lifts itself away. Suddenly, almost urgently, Ai's hand comes to Sousuke's chest, and he can likely hear an almost frustrated noise as Ai for a moment settles down against his length, and then decides to pull himself up; if Sousuke's heeded him and has slowed down, Ai will keep him only shallowly inside. Ai takes a breath, and then seeks out Sousuke's gaze with his own, flushed and intoxicated but-- determined?]
Try... [Oops embarrassing. How the hell does one say it feels so good my body literally cannot take it and I need an intervention otherwise I'll bounce right off? Ai starts again, fingers now curled gently on the side of Sousuke's throat, feeling his pulse,] -- Let me lay down. On my-- however.
[... Slowly he's smiling, and his laugh is a little bashful.]
[ah. maybe he was a bit too eager. sousuke pulls away, biting his lip the moment ai's hand is on his chest. at first it's more out of a shrill panic that maybe he's hurt ai somehow. especially with that noise that keens pain or frustration more than anything. maybe he overestimated ai's tenacity....
he brushes his thumb under ai's lashes, sweeping across that beauty mark as his gaze is fraught with concern]
Shit, sorry. You alright?
[his hips have stilled entirely, especially with ai's body hovering over his dick, not quite absent but not filled either. sousuke pries ai off of him, pulling him back in his lap for a moment (no contact) desperate to put some breathing room between them. ai fumbles over what to do next, and sousuke blinks as he looks around the onsen, and back up with concern at ai's face, refusing to remove his palm from his cheek. ai makes a little joke, and sousuke seals their mouths together with a kiss cutting off their thought processes for just a moment.
and then...]
Still trust me?
[sousuke tries to guide ai up onto the ledge, pulling himself out of the water a little more. if ai allows sousuke to manipulate his body (so tenderly and carefully, like something oh so near and dear and precious to him) he tries to guide him onto his knees and elbows, still half in the water, it lapping at his chin but his ass on display a little out of the water as sousuke kneels behind it.
...and he can't help the way he tugs at ai's ass, staring down at it all stretched and clenching around nothing. water droplets drizzling down back towards the pool, a little red from the hot water... it's almost enough to make sousuke come on the spot. and he groans, biting his lip as he tries to shift himself in turn]
Might... be a little better?
[he laughs, and presses a kiss against the dip of ai's spine, right above his rear, dragging his tongue across pale, flawless skin a little as well]
[It isn't worth trying to articulate to Sousuke-- quite the contrary, he was more than alright. It felt too good, and the pleasure was quite literally jolting him too much to stay still. But Sousuke seems to not fret too much, understanding the important bits of what Ai's asking, and Ai doesn't hesitate to nod,]
All of you, yes,
[before flinching under the sudden emptiness where Sousuke's slid out of him... And nearly drowning with how suddenly full his chest and lungs and heart feel, instead. As if Sousuke hadn't just been abusing his prostate a second ago, his touch is painfully soft as it urges Ai into whatever configuration Sousuke has decided is most worth it given their set dressing.
The water lapping at his thighs and shoulders now is a much welcome reprieve from where his thighs had been almost ready to give out; that tiny ledge definitely wasn't enough purchase for the both of them. He shudders a little when he feels Sousuke manipulate his ass, an uncomfortable chill rolling down his spine at how he can feel air pass through the cleave. Not enough. Even if Sousuke isn't situated behind him yet, Ai swallows his temporary embarrassment at being so prone and rocks his body backward, into Sousuke's hand.]
You staring is making it worse, [comes his vulnerable chide. Maybe a little embarrassed, but more than that, Ai wanted less staring and more doing. Sousuke's following quip very nearly gets a hearty laugh out of Ai, though, who lifts himself up on one hand enough to be able to look over his shoulder, down the length of his body to the man he trusts so, so much.]
I can think of a few other ways you could make me breathless instead. [And. Okay. Maybe the smile he wears then is just a little self-satisfied. He preens under Sousuke's tongue, his lips, turning forward and bracing with his elbows and forearms down against the ground of the onsen. Not being able to see what all Sousuke is doing behind him only amplifies the feeling.]
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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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Date: 2025-10-05 04:23 am (UTC)really, it's wildly inappropriate given the moment and everything going on below the surface of the water. but leave it to sousuke yamazaki to press on ai's stamina, and for ai to immediately falter and slide his hand away from his cock. his forehead tips against ai's collar bone for a moment, as he tries to quell down his snickers]
...and right as I was implying you had more in you than that. My bad. Guess you're just excited, huh.
[it's not even phrased as a question so much as an observation--a statement of the obvious. but sousuke is nothing but adoring and obliging as he drops his hand from the vicinity of ai's cock. he makes a mental note for him to drive to town and buy some sports drinks, or fuck they're going to have a migraine in the morning. the onsen coupled with the equally steamy act of fucking indecently in it, makes for a dehydrating mix.
sousuke tries not to think of the inevitable head pounding, and tries not to buck incessantly into ai's gentle palm. fuck, maybe ai has a point about the stamina. it's one thing with your own hand in a quiet room or a quick fuck behind a backtown alley. it's something else entirely enveloped in this cooling, murky water, riding the high of admissions and whatever the hell is transpiring here.
he slowly, agonizingly, begins to press a third finger into the mix. the part where normally, things begin to get a little uncomfortable. not that sousuke has ever attempted such a thing with himself... huh. maybe a future time in his bed, shoulder permitting]
Lucky me.
[sousuke smiles against the expanse of ai's throat, dragging his teeth along his adam's apple. all the while those three fingers begin to meticulously work ai apart, all in preparation of sliding his cock in so flawlessly it punches the air out of those parted, swollen lips he's so honed in on currently]
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Date: 2025-10-05 05:12 am (UTC)Ai reaches to Sousuke's undercarriage, cupping and massaging his sack.]
It isn't the first time you've found me in poor condition. But we can work on this too, right? [Because Ai hopes to whatever deities are out there this is not a one-time thing, even if he's not interested in having conversations at the moment.
Whatever smart quip to follow immediately dies in his throat when the poignant stretch of Sousuke's third finger pushes his body to a limit presently unchallenged. His eyebrows pinch, and for a moment his fingers scramble on Sousuke's broad chest for purchase. His entire body seizes, a silent and subtle cue for Sousuke to wait. Ai chews his bottom lip; buries his face against Sousuke's hair, where he is so diligently paying attention to Ai's neck.
He relaxes. Sousuke is so patient with him, Ai thinks; always has been. Can read Ai's body so easily, and it leaves Ai to wonder what all he's unintentionally said over the years without realizing. Because it's at the exact moment he isn't clenching his teeth and the gentle sear numbs away that he feels Sousuke's fingers gently begin to move inside of him, giving him silent promises.
The anticipation builds agonizingly loudly in his body, however - because Sousuke's fingers give him girth, but not depth. And Ai knows he's meant for more. And it kills him. This desperate, almost shameful wanting, every ounce of him hungry for Sousuke-- how long had it been laid plain without him knowing?
He kisses Sousuke's hair; noses his temple. Then slides a hand to the back of his neck to guide his head back up to kiss him. Ai rocks his hips back carefully on Sousuke's fingers, taking as much as Sousuke was willing to give.
The murmurs directly against and into Sousuke's lips are breathless, unabashed, and heady,]
Please-- please, Sousuke-senpai. I can't stand it. No more. Without you, it's no good.
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Date: 2025-10-05 07:56 pm (UTC)R-Right.
[there's nothing he can do but agree, melt underneath it, focusing on fucking ai open and watching him fall apart on his fingers. one by one. continue working at ai's neck, while he feels that face bury into his scalp. he can settle his hand into a stillness, wait for ai's body to adjust. ai might have been in the rush moments before, but hopefully he's not any longer]
Easy. I've got you.
[words can help in the reassurances though, that his hand might not offer in the same capacity. but finally, he seems to even out, adjust and sousuke continues with that careful stretching. all silent pleas that scream you'll feel so good around me, you're perfect for this, you-- and sousuke kisses him back with the same ferocity that has the both of them melting further into the onsen. and the moment ai begins to mutter against sousuke's mouth, sousuke is pulling his fingers out and scrambling for that bottle again.
waterproof lube, huh.
ai really was either the biggest liar on the face of the earth, or nanase and rin were absolutely fucking with him in the worst way imaginable. he tries to put the two out of his mind as he dips his hand back below the murky surface, shuddering as he slicks himself up with it, all while watching ai probably writhing and desperate for his cock. he's trying to hurry, but. maybe it is a little fun to watch that desperation color his features]
Working on it...
[he grunts through a tight jaw, shivering at the feeling of his palm against his agonizingly hard dick. his other hand grabs at ai's hip, yanking him into a better position for all this. his head tips back with a shuddering groan as he feels ai's ass against the head of his cock]
...you good?
[you ready?]
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Date: 2025-10-05 08:36 pm (UTC)But he meant it when he said it, every time he said it: he trusts Sousuke. And he wants him badly. There would be no learning each other if he wasn't willing to be a little vulnerable, and they've already come this far.
The positioning is awkward; Sousuke is still sat on the ledge, and Ai is very precariously half-balanced between his legs with one of his knees propped on the small ledge under the water. He adjusts as Sousuke slicks himself up, coming atop him as he had been before, straddling his lap properly. Sousuke holds him strongly, pulls Ai down and closer, strong fingers tight at his waist.
He shudders when he feels Sousuke's cockhead against his taut entrance. At once, his heart is in his throat.
He keeps one arm steady around Sousuke's shoulders for purchase; the other reaches behind him, under the water, and just-- gently nudges Sousuke for better alignment, feeling his head catch right on Ai's rim. The ambient noise in the room suddenly turns to a faint and dull buzz, and all Ai can hear is Sousuke's breathing and his own heartbeat thumping wildly loud between his ears.
It'd be so easy. To release the tension in his thighs and take him. Something in Ai keeps him from being so reckless, though. He knows better. That and, a little selfishly, he wants to feel it for himself - how much Sousuke intends to take.
After a minute of conjuring his courage, Ai nods, hand joining Sousuke's hand at his waist, encouraging his hold; subtly encouraging him to move.]
I'm okay.
[I'm ready. Are you?]
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Date: 2025-10-08 10:42 pm (UTC)the permission is out in the open.
and so sousuke doesn't waste another second, grabbing ai and keeping him so close that act is the most painful part of all. not the waiting to the point his cock aches, or how he's sure ai must have been so tight and taut around his fingertips. but distance isn't something sousuke thinks he can handle right now. and so he selfishly closes that gap while he presses himself deeper, breath hitching on the motion. something so simple as sinking his dick into something nearly renders him breathless and useless]
Ai.
[he dares to breathe into the damp room. the encouragement was explicit, ai's words even moreso about how badly he wants, has wanted all of this. and sousuke intends to deliver. even if the first press in is agonizing to bear witness to. he slips one eye open to take in the sight before him, the way ai's face surely contorts into something of pure pleasure. their hands together on ai's waist, just like they're together and in tandem in so many other ways.
and once he finally, finally bottoms out after what feels like hours, his breath catches in his throat. before he finally groans]
...okay?
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Date: 2025-10-08 11:09 pm (UTC)Indescribable; a searing heat, a surprisingly smooth glide. There are simply no words in neither Japanese nor his scrap of English to quantify how full he feels, sated and devoured, and the further Sousuke breaches into him, the more overwhelming that sensation.]
S--
[Even Sousuke's damned name, Ai's current favourite prayer, fails him. The hand around Sousuke's neck tightens strongly in his hair, tugging at his scalp; the hand below the water tightens its grip on Sousuke's, pressing it more firmly against his own skin. Because there's maybe a part of him that feels a small burn, a being stretched too far, but Sousuke is so patient and slow and delicate with him and Ai knows now is not the time to give up. Not when he's the one who's brought them here.
Especially not when he feels Sousuke bottom out, Ai settling into his lap, body excruciatingly alive where they're connected. He can't even shift the way his knees plank on the polished stone underneath them without feeling Sousuke against him, inside and out; it makes his breath hitch, silver eyelashes fluttering shut. Swallowed whole. That was maybe the descriptor that came closest.]
I, [he tries, but. He's still adjusting. Tentatively rolls his body forward, very slowly and languidly, testing-- pressing their chests together, his cock to Sousuke's lower stomach. Feeling the drag of Sousuke's length inside of him.]
Hah, god, [he finally manages, as if the friction is what finally brings him back to reality. He can't help himself; he lifts his hips. Slowly lowers them again. Feels the drag of Sousuke's slicked cock against his muscles.
Silver eyelashes flutter open again, immediately seeking out Sousuke's gaze. Both of Ai's hands come around his neck; Ai grips tight.]
'm okay, [he barely squeaks out, so beside himself at how far gone he already is. It may be the last time Sousuke sees such a sincere smile for a while,] Please move.
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Date: 2025-10-11 02:34 am (UTC)god.
and that's all he needs to plaster that stupid, thin smile right back on his face. sousuke groans, because before he can methodically roll his hips upwards, ai takes everything in stride (like he always does) and begins to roll himself back onto sousuke's cock. his teeth grit, and he swallows down the urge to wrap his hand around ai's cock. it will be over too soon then, right? not that either of them are going to last much like this. swallowed up and consumed by warm water and the fluttering warmth of one another in turn.
and of course sousuke can't resist the beckon of ai's voice, that smile that screams genuine and please and more and-- it's all he can muster to not absolutely snap his hips upwards, instead curling his fingers through ai's hair and building a slow, steady pace. together. for the both of them]
Fuck.
[sousuke isn't once for cursing, it cracks his normally stoic demeanor. unless something really sets him off. but this does it in a different way. the clench of ai's body so agonizingly tight and hot around him beckons more. but he tries to remain in that slightly controlled mindset, for both of them]
Pretty as you are in the pool... like this.
[of course they're still in a pool of sorts, but. ai's lithe gracefulness extends to all avenues apparently. and sousuke's breath hitches as his hips snap upwards a little harder]
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Date: 2025-10-11 03:45 am (UTC)Ah--!
[A small moan is punched out of him when Sousuke suddenly snaps his hips upward, and the only reason more don't follow in rapid succession is because Ai's capping his voice, sinking his teeth harshly into his bottom lip, eyebrows knit on his ridge. a whine follows next, searing heat pulled from deep within him. It was one thing when he set the pace, and something manageable still when Sousuke had been moving languidly. But that? The sudden force deep within him was like a shock to his system. He doesn't even register he's been called pretty. Already, he's overwhelmed by the man consuming him.]
Again, Sousuke-senpai, [Ai encourages, breathless. He's no longer even moving, thighs tense and knees red against the polished stone somewhere beneath him to brace against the strength with which Sousuke meets him, thrust after thrust.]
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Date: 2025-10-13 11:45 pm (UTC)well. the encouraging words, coupled with ai's body practically spasming around him should be indication enough. right? and sousuke doesn't hold back. ai would tell him to slow his roll for a moment if he really wanted to, or something right? and carefully, he begins to build that rythmn between them. copulating isn't necessarily his forte. he's not some crazed sex master intent on ruining ai's body for anyone else. but... there's something almost tantalizing in the prospect. a thought plagued with guilt that he might ruin ai for anyone else in more ways than one, and well.
he'll selfishly take that thought and hold it close to him. especially if this transpires into a one and done situation he might tell himself he's fine with. but in reality, it's something he's dreading the prospect of. sousuke tucks his face against ai's throat, gritting his teeth against the curve of his neck. he scrapes his teeth along the length, snapping his hips up against, squeezing around ai's middles, keeping them close, relishing in the feeling of ai's cock dragging against his stomach]
Better than fingers?
[he has to tease him a little bit after all, remind ai of all those times he imagined this on his own fingers or... whatever else]
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Date: 2025-10-14 12:12 am (UTC)[Ai tries to match that rhythm, he does. It isn't even particularly fast, or hard; Sousuke is just. A lot, and naturally carries about him a power and a strength, and Ai has seen him be kind and good and gentle and it makes his cock twitch against Sousuke's lower abdomen to think that the kind, good, gentle man he's fallen painfully head over heels for can barely keep himself at bay enough that this, Ai surmises, is his version of kind, good, gentle.
The parallel of that thought runs through Ai's head - that if he had any part of him left to give, he wanted Sousuke to take it all. All of him. Consume him holistically; drown him. In nothing but deep teal eyes and a consideration that is going to drive the both of them mad.
He sucks in a harsh breath and exhales a shaky moan when he feels Sousuke's face against the slope of his nape, whining when he feels teeth against his sensitive, already bruised skin. Sousuke's taunt is so achingly like him that it cuts through the fog, and even Ai, who is presently trying so damned hard not to be jostled upward every single time Sousuke snaps his hips, has to acquiesce with a breathless laugh, burying his face in Sousuke's hair,]
I'm done trying to get off after this.
[Maybe there was better out there, but Ai isn't keen to find it. He has Sousuke, who fits against him so perfectly, and has from the very start. Unsure as Ai is about where they fall, Ai is going to at least try and make sure this doesn't begin and end in the onsen. It can't. They can't.
Sousuke's undeterred thrusts cause Ai to bounce against him erratically; trying to keep himself sat against his cock, but every time Sousuke brushes something deep against him, Ai jolts, and his body lifts itself away. Suddenly, almost urgently, Ai's hand comes to Sousuke's chest, and he can likely hear an almost frustrated noise as Ai for a moment settles down against his length, and then decides to pull himself up; if Sousuke's heeded him and has slowed down, Ai will keep him only shallowly inside. Ai takes a breath, and then seeks out Sousuke's gaze with his own, flushed and intoxicated but-- determined?]
Try... [Oops embarrassing. How the hell does one say it feels so good my body literally cannot take it and I need an intervention otherwise I'll bounce right off? Ai starts again, fingers now curled gently on the side of Sousuke's throat, feeling his pulse,] -- Let me lay down. On my-- however.
[... Slowly he's smiling, and his laugh is a little bashful.]
I don't know how your quads haven't given up yet.
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Date: 2025-10-14 01:26 am (UTC)he brushes his thumb under ai's lashes, sweeping across that beauty mark as his gaze is fraught with concern]
Shit, sorry. You alright?
[his hips have stilled entirely, especially with ai's body hovering over his dick, not quite absent but not filled either. sousuke pries ai off of him, pulling him back in his lap for a moment (no contact) desperate to put some breathing room between them. ai fumbles over what to do next, and sousuke blinks as he looks around the onsen, and back up with concern at ai's face, refusing to remove his palm from his cheek. ai makes a little joke, and sousuke seals their mouths together with a kiss cutting off their thought processes for just a moment.
and then...]
Still trust me?
[sousuke tries to guide ai up onto the ledge, pulling himself out of the water a little more. if ai allows sousuke to manipulate his body (so tenderly and carefully, like something oh so near and dear and precious to him) he tries to guide him onto his knees and elbows, still half in the water, it lapping at his chin but his ass on display a little out of the water as sousuke kneels behind it.
...and he can't help the way he tugs at ai's ass, staring down at it all stretched and clenching around nothing. water droplets drizzling down back towards the pool, a little red from the hot water... it's almost enough to make sousuke come on the spot. and he groans, biting his lip as he tries to shift himself in turn]
Might... be a little better?
[he laughs, and presses a kiss against the dip of ai's spine, right above his rear, dragging his tongue across pale, flawless skin a little as well]
Promise I'm not gonna drown you either.
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Date: 2025-10-14 01:49 am (UTC)All of you, yes,
[before flinching under the sudden emptiness where Sousuke's slid out of him... And nearly drowning with how suddenly full his chest and lungs and heart feel, instead. As if Sousuke hadn't just been abusing his prostate a second ago, his touch is painfully soft as it urges Ai into whatever configuration Sousuke has decided is most worth it given their set dressing.
The water lapping at his thighs and shoulders now is a much welcome reprieve from where his thighs had been almost ready to give out; that tiny ledge definitely wasn't enough purchase for the both of them. He shudders a little when he feels Sousuke manipulate his ass, an uncomfortable chill rolling down his spine at how he can feel air pass through the cleave. Not enough. Even if Sousuke isn't situated behind him yet, Ai swallows his temporary embarrassment at being so prone and rocks his body backward, into Sousuke's hand.]
You staring is making it worse, [comes his vulnerable chide. Maybe a little embarrassed, but more than that, Ai wanted less staring and more doing. Sousuke's following quip very nearly gets a hearty laugh out of Ai, though, who lifts himself up on one hand enough to be able to look over his shoulder, down the length of his body to the man he trusts so, so much.]
I can think of a few other ways you could make me breathless instead. [And. Okay. Maybe the smile he wears then is just a little self-satisfied. He preens under Sousuke's tongue, his lips, turning forward and bracing with his elbows and forearms down against the ground of the onsen. Not being able to see what all Sousuke is doing behind him only amplifies the feeling.]
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