[he's getting pretty turned on, which doesn't so much lend to the whole "power suit" ideal of his legskins as it does point out that they are absolutely unbearably tight by design. he withdraws, rolling back on his ass with legs to the side to peel them off in what's either an incredibly smutty show or a goofy reality of being a swimmer or, most likely, something right up the middle of those two things]
[it seems to always happen that Rin gets naked first, regardless of what they're wearing; he might be a bit of a showman, but that's likely something Makoto's known for a while (in both trashy contexts and otherwise, after all). a nervous, excited grin always seems to light his face as his legskins (or gym shorts, or trousers, or annoyingly tight stylish jeans) hit the floor beside the bed, and this time is no different]
This is more comfortable. You locked the door, right?
[he doesn't particularly wait for an answer, resuming his position over Makoto and turning his attention back to Makoto's clothes, tugging the open flies down. his heart feels like it's about to fucking explode, and the red hasn't left his face or his eyes from the entirety of the time they've come through from the backyard]
Re: King Shit
[he's getting pretty turned on, which doesn't so much lend to the whole "power suit" ideal of his legskins as it does point out that they are absolutely unbearably tight by design. he withdraws, rolling back on his ass with legs to the side to peel them off in what's either an incredibly smutty show or a goofy reality of being a swimmer or, most likely, something right up the middle of those two things]
[it seems to always happen that Rin gets naked first, regardless of what they're wearing; he might be a bit of a showman, but that's likely something Makoto's known for a while (in both trashy contexts and otherwise, after all). a nervous, excited grin always seems to light his face as his legskins (or gym shorts, or trousers, or annoyingly tight stylish jeans) hit the floor beside the bed, and this time is no different]
This is more comfortable. You locked the door, right?
[he doesn't particularly wait for an answer, resuming his position over Makoto and turning his attention back to Makoto's clothes, tugging the open flies down. his heart feels like it's about to fucking explode, and the red hasn't left his face or his eyes from the entirety of the time they've come through from the backyard]