[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: 2025-11-01 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.