[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.]
[he smirks at ai's little quip. sure, they aren't quite like rin and nanase's... whatever strange mating ritual is going on there, but it's enough to keep little sparks clacking off one another, and keeping things fun and interesting]
I'll be sure to do that more often. Say, next practice we all get together?
[oh yes he is implying he's going to stare down ai's ass in front of all their friends and acquaintances. with the intensity of sousuke's gaze, anyone would be able to figure out where his eyes were. and then they would immediately shrink away when he fixed him with something that was akin to got something to say? nobody would. he shifts himself to move behind ai, keeping a firm grip at his hips.
and for a moment, sousuke is mean. he's mean and grinds his dick against ai's ass, over and over again. all with a little grit of his teeth, and a little noise sucked between them. back and forth, just like the water that laps against the rockwall with every movement. they're stirring the water and he doesn't even care. not when he could probably just get off from sight alone like this.
ai just has him whipped, after all. and sousuke makes it no secret as he teases ai's entrance with the tip of his dick, before pulling back again and letting it glide between his skin with another little noise. something that isn't quite punched out but eager and wanting enough]
That makes you breathless?
[sousuke ponders aloud with a soft laugh, slipping the head of his dick in just barely, before pulling back again and repeating the process. he's absolutely desperate to get his dick wet again. but watching ai probably spiral out a little underneath him is worth it too]
[The idea of Sousuke so blatantly staring at him outside the confines of sacred ground - an onsen where they've shared secrets, or closed doors where it's just them - makes Ai's heart leap into his throat. Worse still is he has half a mind to protest; that to be so obvious around the team would be uncouth, and Sousuke might invite untoward attention on himself.
But then, at once, Ai realizes he'd be a hypocrite. Ai, who spared no breath in declaring how perfect Sousuke's body was, loudly postulating for days that Sousuke must be Samezuka's new weapon. Unabashed in his appraisals. This is what makes his protest die on his lips, and in its place a frustrated whine grinds itself out from his throat.]
Maybe your kindhearted tendencies have a limit after all.
[Warmth blooms in his stomach and makes his cock jump when he feels Sousuke's hands come to his hips. Even if Ai is beyond fever pitch, Sousuke rutting himself between the cleave of his ass doesn't entirely upset Ai; he hangs his head low, enough so that his hair licks at the water beneath him, as he rolls his hips back lazily, pressing against Sousuke, enjoying the intimacy for its own sake, even if he so badly wants to be full again.
And he thinks Sousuke is about to deliver on that promise, Ai's mouth hanging open when he feels Sousuke's cockhead breach him again, finally. But whatever noise had just been about to bubble up and out of his throat dies when he feels Sousuke pop back out. It's the second time, paired with Sousuke's retort, that Ai realizes he's being relentlessly tormented.
Ai is stubborn, and refuses to beg. But never in his life has he felt so close to doing so. He breathes deep, shoulders flexing with the rise and fall of his diaphragm. Then decides for himself exactly how much he is going to take. He blindly reaches behind his body, groping for a moment until he's able to catch Sousuke's shaft with his fingers. Ai maneuvers his palm to be able to hold Sousuke; guides his cockhead back to Ai's weeping entrance. Unashamedly, unrepentantly presses his hips back to take in his cockhead again, still holding onto what of Sousuke's shaft he can reach. The twist of his body enables him to look up at Sousuke, expression so far gone.]
[ai has no room to talk. given how he practically heaped praise onto sousuke's physical form in their first moments of meeting. it did something to melt his stupid heart, and that was the first time he smiled at him. and it all went downhill from there.
and look how far they've come. sousuke drinking in the sounds of ai's frustrated whines and words spilling from his throat, half knelt in the onsen like this. he wants to laugh to himself when he thinks about how they've sullied this pool. but a place like this? it can't have been the first, and it certainly won't be the last. he dimly thinks about his parents. would they approve? maybe in a capacity. there's no secrets between his family after all, and they did seem to want him to have someone tag along...
there's no one else he would rather have under him, as he sinks into ai with a little grunt, finally not holding back anymore. even if ai annoyed as all fuck is kind of cute. ah well, notes for later. there has to be a later with how they're talking to one another right now, right?
and that aides a little as sousuke continues to push back in, hoping the new angle makes it better. so he goes slow, carefully. he knows ai can take it, but he wants to give his body a moment to accommodate regardless. he reaches under ai to squeeze the length of his cock, heaven forbid he come so soon just from being pushed back into. sousuke's smirk is evident in his words and tone]
[Ai had been afraid of coming too soon - which is an impressive feat, given his stamina was well-honed. But when they were sat on the ledge, every single thrust upward was a tactile nuke to his senses, and Ai could barely handle it. The real problem was how his body kept trying to jostle away, overstimulated.
This? Feeling Sousuke slide into him, giving him that delicious stretch all over again-- feeling his cock re-light the fire deep in his stomach, feeling Sousuke's strong hand wrap around to his front to grab his cock--
Knowing that there'd be no getting away this time. Splayed, prostrate, and prone, Ai knew he'd be at Sousuke's mercy. Presently, he wanted it no other way. He implicitly trusted the man presently murmuring a bid for reassurance into the thick, steamed air between them; Ai hangs his head even lower, forehead kissing the water.]
Much better. [Ai sounds a little breathless; evidently he's eager, and Sousuke's niceties are ebbing away at his patience. He screws out a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan, subtly rolling his hips back while Sousuke gets them both reacclimated.] Please.
[it takes a few minutes to begin to muster up the courage to let loose. and ai's breathless words speak volumes, aiding in that endeavor. his hips roll and begin to snap forward and backward. all in consideration of what ai's body can presently handle, even though the purr is damn near audible in his comrade's voice.
sousuke lets his own delicious noises become unbridled, as the pace slowly begins to quicken and hopefully any fear of ai's reaching a premature peak dissolves into nothing]
Way better.
[sousuke feeds into the earlier words, not in any mocking fashion. but just a perfect copy of ai's breathless verbiage and physical motions that turn this into something beyond dizzying. accompanied with the onsen steam, it's a picture perfect scenario. damn, sousuke thinks to himself as he eases up some of the pressure around ai's cock and slowly matches some movements with the snap of his hips as he continues to bury himself.
he really lucked out, didn't he?
and instead of keeping that to himself, he laughs and presses his thumb against the head of ai's cock, methodically rolling his hips to let his cock explore every inch of his insides]
[He is vocal out of bed. Is it any surprise he is in bed, too? That every single snap of Sousuke's hips driving his cock deeper inside Ai's body punches out a new noise. Ai tries to cap it, every couple beats, trading soft moans for sharp breaths and sudden gasps. All of it coalescing in a rough, hard-edged,] Sousuke-senpai, [when Sousuke keeps a steady and unrelenting rhythm.
Between that and the way Sousuke so delicately services his cockhead, Ai draws close to the edge. Under the water his forarms brace as hard as they can against the polished stone; one of his hands relocates to try and grip its edge. His biceps scream for reprieve, wanting nothing more than to collapse forward and let Sousuke take him, but on this day Ai doesn't have a drowning wish.
Sousuke's stupid little laugh does inadvertently pry a smile from Ai's face, twisted with his arousal and heady cognizance; suddenly, he's reaching behind him, groping around until he's able to find Sousuke's hand, haphazardly pressing his palm against it. For the connection, at first, but then Ai is pushing against it, encouraging more of Sousuke's strong hold on him.
This man. Who has managed single-handedly to bring out the best in Ai, who has moulded him into someone Ai himself can be proud of. Ai's very essence - his body, his pride, his self-certainty - was his. Sousuke's to build up, Sousuke's to tear back down. To reach into his very depths and drag out something new-- Ai trusted no one else, no one else to do that for him.]
I can't, [except his words are interrupted by Sousuke angling just right, and no doubt he can feel the way Ai flutters around him; the way precum beads at his cockhead. He can't help the way he clenches, the only way to try and abate the feeling, to delay the inevitable,] Sou-- Sousuke-senpai, please, if you're holding me too I don't stand a chance--
[as hot as it would be to take a page out of nanase's playbook and turn this into some literal experience with the onsen sousuke is enjoying himself too much right now. he doesn't aspire to let ai drown himself while he's stuffed full of his cock, and so he doesn't. instead draping his body weight a little further over him, using one hand to tilt his chin up out of the steaming water]
Who said I want you to have one?
[any chances. once again accentuated with the thick roll of his hips. sousuke has some self control, but even he feels like he's teetering. the hand on ai's cock twists a little, pressing his thumb against the head, working him in tandem with the snap of his hips]
...just remember something?
[sousuke leans down, breathing rough and ragged against ai's ear. his hand strokes underneath the delicate corners of his jaw, tracing down his throat and tightening around it a little. before carefully working his way back up. it's all a show. meant to distract ai from the very real problem sousuke is experiencing of being able to hold back. when he's not. when he feels so close that--]
Don't go sitting on fire escapes without me anymore.
[It's a full-bodied shudder, Sousuke trading a modicum of his force for positively smothering Ai between his body and the water; Ai very nearly whimpers when Sousuke's palm skates over the pallid skin of his neck, breath hitching under the sudden, temporary pressure of Sousuke's fingers.
He'd let him. Embarrassingly, it only made the tension in Ai's gut string tighter; made his cock twitch in Sousuke's hand. Ai didn't ever consider himself to be someone with control issues, but apparently there was appeal in surrendering himself wholly to Sousuke. Thoughts to unpack later when the building heat and too-full stretch of Sousuke's cock pressed flush inside him aren't wiping his mind clean.
Ai tilts his head up; finds Sousuke's lips with his own, best he can. It's sideways, lopsided, sloppy. Uncoordinated attempts at having as much of Sousuke as he can while his body reaches fever pitch; Ai's lips fall open, then, attempts at words consistently interrupted either by his own soft moans or the undulation of Sousuke still rocking into his body.]
Let me-- Nngh-!
[It's sky blue eyes pleading and begging against teal, a hand wrapped around Sousuke's wrist to keep it wherever it is on his body as Ai comes, his pleasure cresting over his entire body like an unrelenting wave from the depths. It radiates from deep within him, pulses racking his body and drawing his orgasm out in almost painful waves, it's so potent. Attempts at Sousuke's name bleed from his lips directly into Sousuke's very mouth.]
[when you're hilt deep in someone, it's easy to proximate on when climax is drawing nearer. and if sousuke wasn't anticipating it before, he certainly is now.
the kiss is sloppy and far from graceful, but he wouldn't have it any other way. and when the cord finally snaps, it's a feral and guttural thing. the agonizing, maddening flutter of ai's body choking off his cock, his hand being forced in place, all the noises being swallowed down. a few more thrusts into that spasming space is all it takes, and sousuke grits his teeth against ai's mouth, bottoming out. a guttural noise is ripped clean from him, rolling his hips as he empties himself inside his junior.
a quiet calm carefully passes over. only broken temporarily by the sharp intakes of breath, quiet ripples and drips from every which way around the room and soft splashes from the water below them.
sousuke is a selfish guy, and lets himself stay sunk into ai for a little bit longer, just enjoying the tight warmth, that body so close to his, the damp humidity flooding the room around them. he huffs, tucking his nose against ai's neck, biting his lip]
[By the time he's ridden himself out and Sousuke has filled him back up with something else entirely, the room is spinning around him. Because somewhere between the intensity of his peak and the both of them having been down in the steaming hot water for an hour at least, it had become impossible for Ai to get a hold of his senses.
Chest heaving in breaths that desperately need to replete his lungs, Ai is not exactly subtle in the way he lets himself fall against where Sousuke holds him up and out of the water; he turns his head, pressing his forehead to Sousuke's. Pressing his nose to his smile line. Kissing him once, sweetly, tiredly on his lips.]
I should have known, [Ai breathes,] how far you'd push me. [Because Sousuke always had, and this was no different. Ai has half a mind to ask about Sousuke's wandering hand, but...
There's a different phenomenon aching within him. The muscles still taut around Sousuke's cock, threadbare at the intrusion now that he's spent. Yet all the same, Ai indulges in its warmth. He tries to sit up a little; enough so he doesn't have to lean on Sousuke to keep himself out of the water, nor does he have to rest on his forearms. His shoulders press flush to Sousuke's chest above him.
Suddenly he laughs. A small airy thing, but it's pulled up from his stomach and giggled off his tongue.]
I didn't think the cure for my hangover would be getting bent sideways. [Fucked silly, but Ai used his curse words wisely thanks.]
[sousuke murmurs against ai's mouth, sharing a few slips of one another's oxygen in the process. it's far from a tumble down from the high they shared; more apt to be compared to a slow and steady descent. sousuke is all too content to bask in their shared space, even if he is of a similar mindset and the light headed nature of the onsen is beginning to take a toll on him...
ai's laugh always does something to him. but this one sounds so breathtakingly genuine and small, it brings a heat to sousuke's face that has little to do with the bath or their current positioning. he takes a moment to drink it all in, a little wide-eyed and absolutely staring, mesmerized.
...before sousuke too lets out some airy giggle that is so unlike him. something only ai can famously begin to shine light on]
Maybe next time you decide to lose all your clothes, let me know instead?
[the last part is spoken...almost shyly. still that similarly gruff tone sousuke is so famous for. but the smile that warps his features is so agonizingly soft and sweet, he might be a different person entirely. all while he carefully pulls himself out with a little crack in his features, a huff and sigh spilling out at the same time]
[Whose sake got him naked, Sousuke? Maybe in a way, this was fate. It only stood to reason that the person who gave Ai the problem should be the one to fix it, too. It was poetic, almost - the myriad ways in which Ai not just permits but relies upon Sousuke to both build him up and break him back down.
He's about to make another quip, but then he feels Sousuke begin to pull out, and Ai's over-sensitive body flinches a little at the sudden lack of-- anything. How selfish was he, immediately finding himself missing the warmth and fullness? He reaches back behind himself, feeling his own rim; it's sore to the touch, and pearls of both lubricant and seed kiss his cleave...
There's an indiscernible noise, half-way stuck between a groan and a whimper, as Ai moves to sit up some on his knees. He feels Sousuke drip down his thighs, eyes rolling shut. Never, ever has his body felt so simultaneously light and heavy at the same time. Ai places a steadying hand on Sousuke's forearm.]
You can help me clean off. [Ai bites his bottom lip, but levels Sousuke with an expression that is. Saccharine. So god damned smitten it's sick,] ... And.
If I had to wager a guess, next my clothes come flying off, it'll probably be your fault anyway.
ai's body hanging on until the very end like a damn vicegrip just intensifies the over sensitivity when he finally does slip out. he has to bury his face against whatever part of ai he can muster when ai sits up, immediately laxing underneath the reassuring hand pressed on his arm. come hell or high water, ai somehow always manages to bring this side to him. something so lulling and comforting. even if the guy is tenacious beyond belief, and this just proves sousuke further right in that regard]
Making me clean up my own mess? I see.
[he laughs softly, taking in the expression ai is giving him, letting it flow over him. he thinks he knows exactly what he sees there, and it might just be reflected in his own gaze.
but really, where's the lie? a whole weekend holes up here. though sousuke must admit he really needs to get his head out of this onsen before he gets a migraine that rivals ai's hangover induced one. he leans up to press a soft little kiss on ai's nose as he shakily pulls them both to their feet]
Shower? Then maybe we can talk a little more about next time.
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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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Date: 2025-10-19 04:02 am (UTC)I'll be sure to do that more often. Say, next practice we all get together?
[oh yes he is implying he's going to stare down ai's ass in front of all their friends and acquaintances. with the intensity of sousuke's gaze, anyone would be able to figure out where his eyes were. and then they would immediately shrink away when he fixed him with something that was akin to got something to say? nobody would. he shifts himself to move behind ai, keeping a firm grip at his hips.
and for a moment, sousuke is mean. he's mean and grinds his dick against ai's ass, over and over again. all with a little grit of his teeth, and a little noise sucked between them. back and forth, just like the water that laps against the rockwall with every movement. they're stirring the water and he doesn't even care. not when he could probably just get off from sight alone like this.
ai just has him whipped, after all. and sousuke makes it no secret as he teases ai's entrance with the tip of his dick, before pulling back again and letting it glide between his skin with another little noise. something that isn't quite punched out but eager and wanting enough]
That makes you breathless?
[sousuke ponders aloud with a soft laugh, slipping the head of his dick in just barely, before pulling back again and repeating the process. he's absolutely desperate to get his dick wet again. but watching ai probably spiral out a little underneath him is worth it too]
...or maybe something else?
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Date: 2025-10-19 02:03 pm (UTC)But then, at once, Ai realizes he'd be a hypocrite. Ai, who spared no breath in declaring how perfect Sousuke's body was, loudly postulating for days that Sousuke must be Samezuka's new weapon. Unabashed in his appraisals. This is what makes his protest die on his lips, and in its place a frustrated whine grinds itself out from his throat.]
Maybe your kindhearted tendencies have a limit after all.
[Warmth blooms in his stomach and makes his cock jump when he feels Sousuke's hands come to his hips. Even if Ai is beyond fever pitch, Sousuke rutting himself between the cleave of his ass doesn't entirely upset Ai; he hangs his head low, enough so that his hair licks at the water beneath him, as he rolls his hips back lazily, pressing against Sousuke, enjoying the intimacy for its own sake, even if he so badly wants to be full again.
And he thinks Sousuke is about to deliver on that promise, Ai's mouth hanging open when he feels Sousuke's cockhead breach him again, finally. But whatever noise had just been about to bubble up and out of his throat dies when he feels Sousuke pop back out. It's the second time, paired with Sousuke's retort, that Ai realizes he's being relentlessly tormented.
Ai is stubborn, and refuses to beg. But never in his life has he felt so close to doing so. He breathes deep, shoulders flexing with the rise and fall of his diaphragm. Then decides for himself exactly how much he is going to take. He blindly reaches behind his body, groping for a moment until he's able to catch Sousuke's shaft with his fingers. Ai maneuvers his palm to be able to hold Sousuke; guides his cockhead back to Ai's weeping entrance. Unashamedly, unrepentantly presses his hips back to take in his cockhead again, still holding onto what of Sousuke's shaft he can reach. The twist of his body enables him to look up at Sousuke, expression so far gone.]
Something else. Sousuke-senpai.
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Date: 2025-10-22 03:14 am (UTC)and look how far they've come. sousuke drinking in the sounds of ai's frustrated whines and words spilling from his throat, half knelt in the onsen like this. he wants to laugh to himself when he thinks about how they've sullied this pool. but a place like this? it can't have been the first, and it certainly won't be the last. he dimly thinks about his parents. would they approve? maybe in a capacity. there's no secrets between his family after all, and they did seem to want him to have someone tag along...
there's no one else he would rather have under him, as he sinks into ai with a little grunt, finally not holding back anymore. even if ai annoyed as all fuck is kind of cute. ah well, notes for later. there has to be a later with how they're talking to one another right now, right?
and that aides a little as sousuke continues to push back in, hoping the new angle makes it better. so he goes slow, carefully. he knows ai can take it, but he wants to give his body a moment to accommodate regardless. he reaches under ai to squeeze the length of his cock, heaven forbid he come so soon just from being pushed back into. sousuke's smirk is evident in his words and tone]
Better?
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Date: 2025-10-22 03:55 am (UTC)This? Feeling Sousuke slide into him, giving him that delicious stretch all over again-- feeling his cock re-light the fire deep in his stomach, feeling Sousuke's strong hand wrap around to his front to grab his cock--
Knowing that there'd be no getting away this time. Splayed, prostrate, and prone, Ai knew he'd be at Sousuke's mercy. Presently, he wanted it no other way. He implicitly trusted the man presently murmuring a bid for reassurance into the thick, steamed air between them; Ai hangs his head even lower, forehead kissing the water.]
Much better. [Ai sounds a little breathless; evidently he's eager, and Sousuke's niceties are ebbing away at his patience. He screws out a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan, subtly rolling his hips back while Sousuke gets them both reacclimated.] Please.
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Date: 2025-10-23 03:22 am (UTC)sousuke lets his own delicious noises become unbridled, as the pace slowly begins to quicken and hopefully any fear of ai's reaching a premature peak dissolves into nothing]
Way better.
[sousuke feeds into the earlier words, not in any mocking fashion. but just a perfect copy of ai's breathless verbiage and physical motions that turn this into something beyond dizzying. accompanied with the onsen steam, it's a picture perfect scenario. damn, sousuke thinks to himself as he eases up some of the pressure around ai's cock and slowly matches some movements with the snap of his hips as he continues to bury himself.
he really lucked out, didn't he?
and instead of keeping that to himself, he laughs and presses his thumb against the head of ai's cock, methodically rolling his hips to let his cock explore every inch of his insides]
Feels good.
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Date: 2025-10-23 03:36 am (UTC)[He is vocal out of bed. Is it any surprise he is in bed, too? That every single snap of Sousuke's hips driving his cock deeper inside Ai's body punches out a new noise. Ai tries to cap it, every couple beats, trading soft moans for sharp breaths and sudden gasps. All of it coalescing in a rough, hard-edged,] Sousuke-senpai, [when Sousuke keeps a steady and unrelenting rhythm.
Between that and the way Sousuke so delicately services his cockhead, Ai draws close to the edge. Under the water his forarms brace as hard as they can against the polished stone; one of his hands relocates to try and grip its edge. His biceps scream for reprieve, wanting nothing more than to collapse forward and let Sousuke take him, but on this day Ai doesn't have a drowning wish.
Sousuke's stupid little laugh does inadvertently pry a smile from Ai's face, twisted with his arousal and heady cognizance; suddenly, he's reaching behind him, groping around until he's able to find Sousuke's hand, haphazardly pressing his palm against it. For the connection, at first, but then Ai is pushing against it, encouraging more of Sousuke's strong hold on him.
This man. Who has managed single-handedly to bring out the best in Ai, who has moulded him into someone Ai himself can be proud of. Ai's very essence - his body, his pride, his self-certainty - was his. Sousuke's to build up, Sousuke's to tear back down. To reach into his very depths and drag out something new-- Ai trusted no one else, no one else to do that for him.]
I can't, [except his words are interrupted by Sousuke angling just right, and no doubt he can feel the way Ai flutters around him; the way precum beads at his cockhead. He can't help the way he clenches, the only way to try and abate the feeling, to delay the inevitable,] Sou-- Sousuke-senpai, please, if you're holding me too I don't stand a chance--
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Date: 2025-10-29 08:23 pm (UTC)Who said I want you to have one?
[any chances. once again accentuated with the thick roll of his hips. sousuke has some self control, but even he feels like he's teetering. the hand on ai's cock twists a little, pressing his thumb against the head, working him in tandem with the snap of his hips]
...just remember something?
[sousuke leans down, breathing rough and ragged against ai's ear. his hand strokes underneath the delicate corners of his jaw, tracing down his throat and tightening around it a little. before carefully working his way back up. it's all a show. meant to distract ai from the very real problem sousuke is experiencing of being able to hold back. when he's not. when he feels so close that--]
Don't go sitting on fire escapes without me anymore.
[all laced in a clearly possessive tone]
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Date: 2025-10-29 08:56 pm (UTC)He'd let him. Embarrassingly, it only made the tension in Ai's gut string tighter; made his cock twitch in Sousuke's hand. Ai didn't ever consider himself to be someone with control issues, but apparently there was appeal in surrendering himself wholly to Sousuke. Thoughts to unpack later when the building heat and too-full stretch of Sousuke's cock pressed flush inside him aren't wiping his mind clean.
Ai tilts his head up; finds Sousuke's lips with his own, best he can. It's sideways, lopsided, sloppy. Uncoordinated attempts at having as much of Sousuke as he can while his body reaches fever pitch; Ai's lips fall open, then, attempts at words consistently interrupted either by his own soft moans or the undulation of Sousuke still rocking into his body.]
Let me-- Nngh-!
[It's sky blue eyes pleading and begging against teal, a hand wrapped around Sousuke's wrist to keep it wherever it is on his body as Ai comes, his pleasure cresting over his entire body like an unrelenting wave from the depths. It radiates from deep within him, pulses racking his body and drawing his orgasm out in almost painful waves, it's so potent. Attempts at Sousuke's name bleed from his lips directly into Sousuke's very mouth.]
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Date: 2025-11-01 08:50 pm (UTC)the kiss is sloppy and far from graceful, but he wouldn't have it any other way. and when the cord finally snaps, it's a feral and guttural thing. the agonizing, maddening flutter of ai's body choking off his cock, his hand being forced in place, all the noises being swallowed down. a few more thrusts into that spasming space is all it takes, and sousuke grits his teeth against ai's mouth, bottoming out. a guttural noise is ripped clean from him, rolling his hips as he empties himself inside his junior.
a quiet calm carefully passes over. only broken temporarily by the sharp intakes of breath, quiet ripples and drips from every which way around the room and soft splashes from the water below them.
sousuke is a selfish guy, and lets himself stay sunk into ai for a little bit longer, just enjoying the tight warmth, that body so close to his, the damp humidity flooding the room around them. he huffs, tucking his nose against ai's neck, biting his lip]
...Hope that means it was alright.
[a teasing tone]
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Date: 2025-11-01 09:31 pm (UTC)Chest heaving in breaths that desperately need to replete his lungs, Ai is not exactly subtle in the way he lets himself fall against where Sousuke holds him up and out of the water; he turns his head, pressing his forehead to Sousuke's. Pressing his nose to his smile line. Kissing him once, sweetly, tiredly on his lips.]
I should have known, [Ai breathes,] how far you'd push me. [Because Sousuke always had, and this was no different. Ai has half a mind to ask about Sousuke's wandering hand, but...
There's a different phenomenon aching within him. The muscles still taut around Sousuke's cock, threadbare at the intrusion now that he's spent. Yet all the same, Ai indulges in its warmth. He tries to sit up a little; enough so he doesn't have to lean on Sousuke to keep himself out of the water, nor does he have to rest on his forearms. His shoulders press flush to Sousuke's chest above him.
Suddenly he laughs. A small airy thing, but it's pulled up from his stomach and giggled off his tongue.]
I didn't think the cure for my hangover would be getting bent sideways. [Fucked silly, but Ai used his curse words wisely thanks.]
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Date: 2025-11-04 04:04 am (UTC)[sousuke murmurs against ai's mouth, sharing a few slips of one another's oxygen in the process. it's far from a tumble down from the high they shared; more apt to be compared to a slow and steady descent. sousuke is all too content to bask in their shared space, even if he is of a similar mindset and the light headed nature of the onsen is beginning to take a toll on him...
ai's laugh always does something to him. but this one sounds so breathtakingly genuine and small, it brings a heat to sousuke's face that has little to do with the bath or their current positioning. he takes a moment to drink it all in, a little wide-eyed and absolutely staring, mesmerized.
...before sousuke too lets out some airy giggle that is so unlike him. something only ai can famously begin to shine light on]
Maybe next time you decide to lose all your clothes, let me know instead?
[the last part is spoken...almost shyly. still that similarly gruff tone sousuke is so famous for. but the smile that warps his features is so agonizingly soft and sweet, he might be a different person entirely. all while he carefully pulls himself out with a little crack in his features, a huff and sigh spilling out at the same time]
Think I'd rather be the one to help.
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Date: 2025-11-04 04:16 am (UTC)[Whose sake got him naked, Sousuke? Maybe in a way, this was fate. It only stood to reason that the person who gave Ai the problem should be the one to fix it, too. It was poetic, almost - the myriad ways in which Ai not just permits but relies upon Sousuke to both build him up and break him back down.
He's about to make another quip, but then he feels Sousuke begin to pull out, and Ai's over-sensitive body flinches a little at the sudden lack of-- anything. How selfish was he, immediately finding himself missing the warmth and fullness? He reaches back behind himself, feeling his own rim; it's sore to the touch, and pearls of both lubricant and seed kiss his cleave...
There's an indiscernible noise, half-way stuck between a groan and a whimper, as Ai moves to sit up some on his knees. He feels Sousuke drip down his thighs, eyes rolling shut. Never, ever has his body felt so simultaneously light and heavy at the same time. Ai places a steadying hand on Sousuke's forearm.]
You can help me clean off. [Ai bites his bottom lip, but levels Sousuke with an expression that is. Saccharine. So god damned smitten it's sick,] ... And.
If I had to wager a guess, next my clothes come flying off, it'll probably be your fault anyway.
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Date: 2025-11-06 11:35 pm (UTC)ai's body hanging on until the very end like a damn vicegrip just intensifies the over sensitivity when he finally does slip out. he has to bury his face against whatever part of ai he can muster when ai sits up, immediately laxing underneath the reassuring hand pressed on his arm. come hell or high water, ai somehow always manages to bring this side to him. something so lulling and comforting. even if the guy is tenacious beyond belief, and this just proves sousuke further right in that regard]
Making me clean up my own mess? I see.
[he laughs softly, taking in the expression ai is giving him, letting it flow over him. he thinks he knows exactly what he sees there, and it might just be reflected in his own gaze.
but really, where's the lie? a whole weekend holes up here. though sousuke must admit he really needs to get his head out of this onsen before he gets a migraine that rivals ai's hangover induced one. he leans up to press a soft little kiss on ai's nose as he shakily pulls them both to their feet]
Shower? Then maybe we can talk a little more about next time.