[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: 2025-10-23 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.