[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: 2025-11-04 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.