[Rin smiles in a kind of embarrassed relief, the tightness in his chest and shaky uncertainty in his stomach feeling a little less imposing; he thinks about their first time really fooling around together in the flowershop, and what had made him feel brave and ready and cocky (no pun intended), and how he'd been the one coaxing Makoto through his nervousness. it all turned out fine -- better than fine, amazing, making their connection something even more intimate. if Makoto's here for him this time around, it won't be scary or intimidating at all -- it should be pretty damn fun, the thing he's been fantasizing about stupidly for what feels like years]

[he kisses Makoto sweetly a few times, teasing and bossy for all the lightness of his lips, until Makoto's mostly beneath him on the bed, and confesses in an amused kind of hush]

The way I pictured it was -- I guess, actually a lot like this.

[his hand makes its way down to Makoto's trousers, and unlike their first fumbling times in the flowershop, he knows what he's doing. the button's opened, the fly pulled down, and Rin's hand slips inside Makoto's boxers without much fuss. they've become good at this part (with all their practice, they should be)]

I figured it'd be more comfortable first on the bed instead of, you know. Kneeling... [he trails off, cheeks flaring with embarrassment. he can't even say the other way, which somehow seems incredibly dirty, not even while he's literally got his hand down Makoto's pants] We can try it the other way too, though. Once we get the hang of it. The shower's got that padding on the bottom of the tub.

[well now]