[Rin answers the question by moving back up Makoto's body and kissing him; he's spent a lot of time, fretting about position and control and who'll do what and how things'll go -- but it never serves him. he's at least starting to understand, a little, that when he quiets his head, his heart and his body can get any job done just fine]
[without preamble, his hand resumes it's stroking from before, like it's any other afternoon, and not the particular one they've decided to "go farther" on. suddenly, he wants Makoto to be relaxed and happy and enjoy every second of this, because that's what makes this act even worth it for Rin -- the idea that it could be in his power to do something so lovely and new and pleasurable for his boyfriend, that he's wanted for so long (longer than Rin probably even expects, with his shojo-bubble fantasies)]
I think it'd, be easier if...
[he guides Makoto back down onto his back to finish off the statement, and Rin presses wet, hot kisses down, down from his chest; he's been deterred from this path a few times by now, and the anticipation of the goal might be killing Makoto slowly, especially when his teeth refuse to make an appearance. maybe they will on a day Rin feels less 200% self-conscious about their role in his love life (because even if Makoto loves his teeth in most places, he has a feeling it won't be this place)]
[his brain is starting to work too much; Rin pauses in his licking and kissing, hovering between Makoto's legs, and looks up to find Makoto on his elbows and staring down at him intensely. god, wow, shit, it's so ridiculously dirty, to meet his boyfriend's eyes from this position. he's suddenly aware that his ass and lower back are in the air like some dumbass gravure model, and his hands are digging into those thick thighs, and his mouth is inches from -- ]
I-is it okay?
[he blurts it, frozen; it would have been nice to ride that confidence all the way to the end, but it's their first time. it's important to Rin, to know that Makoto's with him, talking him through it, just like he said he would -- because yeah, it's really, really going to happen]
Re: King Shit
[without preamble, his hand resumes it's stroking from before, like it's any other afternoon, and not the particular one they've decided to "go farther" on. suddenly, he wants Makoto to be relaxed and happy and enjoy every second of this, because that's what makes this act even worth it for Rin -- the idea that it could be in his power to do something so lovely and new and pleasurable for his boyfriend, that he's wanted for so long (longer than Rin probably even expects, with his shojo-bubble fantasies)]
I think it'd, be easier if...
[he guides Makoto back down onto his back to finish off the statement, and Rin presses wet, hot kisses down, down from his chest; he's been deterred from this path a few times by now, and the anticipation of the goal might be killing Makoto slowly, especially when his teeth refuse to make an appearance. maybe they will on a day Rin feels less 200% self-conscious about their role in his love life (because even if Makoto loves his teeth in most places, he has a feeling it won't be this place)]
[his brain is starting to work too much; Rin pauses in his licking and kissing, hovering between Makoto's legs, and looks up to find Makoto on his elbows and staring down at him intensely. god, wow, shit, it's so ridiculously dirty, to meet his boyfriend's eyes from this position. he's suddenly aware that his ass and lower back are in the air like some dumbass gravure model, and his hands are digging into those thick thighs, and his mouth is inches from -- ]
I-is it okay?
[he blurts it, frozen; it would have been nice to ride that confidence all the way to the end, but it's their first time. it's important to Rin, to know that Makoto's with him, talking him through it, just like he said he would -- because yeah, it's really, really going to happen]