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[makoto makes a noncommittal sound at that, and hangs up. seconds later, the back door slides open, makoto looking up at the hinges worriedly; that was a lot more rattling that a few weeks ago...]

[anyway, focus]

Hey, Rin.

[walks over towards the pool, wearing slippers]

[he's momentarily confused by the dead line, but the greeting a moment later has him smiling over his shoulder. he's in his suit as promised, tight legskins folded down around his waist, showing the dumb tan line he's constantly trying to lower or remove]

Hey, Makoto.

[he doesn't get up from the pool, legs kicking idly in the water, but a kind of energy enters his shoulders; it's exciting in a kind of embarrassing way, when Makoto calls him just to fool around. it's getting more and more frequent, and this time he's even -- said he wanted to do that other thing. it's really hot, how bold Makoto's getting, and it makes him want to be silly and young and brave]

[makoto gets down on his haunches besides rin and presses a kiss to a momentarily relaxed expression. rin's skin feels warm; he's probably been here a while.]

[calmly, eyes on rin's waist--and he points.]

Fixing your tan line again? You're under the sun a lot, Rin.

[acting casual, like he didn't just ask rin in a really roundabout way to blow him. he focuses his attention on the water, though.]

Is it nice?

It's nice under the sun. And, um, y-you.

[cheesy lines like that are always smoother and more cool in his head; Rin's cheeks become completely flush, and he covers with one hand his face, laughing into his palm]

Sorry -- sorry. That was bad. I'm just, excited to see you today.

[okay, he's mostly pleased, but also kind of nervous, what else is new. he reaches over, taking Makoto's hand to embarrassingly kiss the back of it]

Ready to skinnydip?

Edited 2015-09-24 05:16 (UTC)

[he knows rin is kidding, with the skinnydipping... but makoto, being makoto, makes a deadpan expression. it's easier to be like this around rin; what used to be easy with just haru--expressing his opinion through open expressions--becomes something he can now do more openly with others.]

Pass. You can do that, I'll go make myself a sandwich...

[doesn't move, though]

Oi, you could have done that at home.

[that expression is one Rin actually loves, because only a very select few people get to see a Done Makoto. it's just so cute, with his eyebrows slack and his mouth all pouty, like that]

You know what you can't do at home? Kiss me.

[what a bossy not-quite-request; he scoots closer to where Makoto's perched, tilting his head up presumptuously for said kiss]

Really? So I can't kiss you at home anymore...?

[why does his boyfriend shine so bright all the time? makoto pretends to think about it for a moment, and then smiles, leaning over for a quick kiss; he won't entirely give in.]

Hm. You're right. Kissing you out here feels like a whole different experience! We should be more public about our affections from now on!

[being a shit (tm)]

[but who will be the king shit today? a thrilling battle commences, as Rin continues to shine and be charming]

Ohh, I get it. You don't want to just swim naked out here, huh.

[he chases after that annoyingly quick kiss, his hand falling to Makoto's waist and tugging at his pants]

Well, alright, you win.

He-hey, knock it off...

[rin, definitely. because makoto doesn't like taking things too far when it comes to teasing and being a king of da shit.]

Uhm...

[tries moving away a bit, from rin's hands, and instead holds onto the other's wrists]

Rin, uhm, I really want to kiss you a lot right now and, do things to you, but not out in the open like this. Not really...

[and Rin laughs again, just as bright and annoying as he did on the phone; hands withdraw as Makoto catches his wrists, and his palms are rotated to face Makoto like he's a criminal caught in the act]

Oi, I'm messing with you. Just 'cuz Makishima said that thing doesn't mean it's true.

[Rin leans between their stupid symmetrical points of contact to kiss at Makoto's lips, nipping playfully as he pulls back again]

Let's go inside, then.

[a glance of longing, here -- unfortunately for Makoto, towards the pool. he's been sitting on this warm concrete, a dip before things got heated up again would have felt nice...]

Ah...

[not that he was the one hammering whatever makishima said home; rin was a beacon of reminding makoto about it, which sucked. regardless of that, and the longing glance at the pool, makoto sits up from his squat and makes an attempt to help rin up.]

We can swim later? It'll probably stay this summery for some time.

You want to?

[of course he doesn't you sweet swummer child etc; but Rin brightens up some, perhaps a little similar to how Makoto himself looks when Rin decides he's going to make them dinner, or elects to forego a workout for a cuddle and video game session. romance and swimming are about the only two ways to really get on that level of pure conceit with Rin]

Sounds fun...

[he lets Makoto help him up, his own touch handsy-but-not, the flighty, fleeting crap Rin always pulls when he's a dangerous mixed of playful and affectionate. a hand tugs Makoto towards the back door, even as his cheeks heat up, recalling just why Makoto's shown up all (which wasn't for swimming, or scaring the neighbours with offensive tanlines)]

I don't think anybody's home.

[Makoto's cats are making nuisances of themselves somewhere in the house, surely, but it's quiet as Rin leads them through, like it's his house instead]

Edited 2015-10-14 08:34 (UTC)

[holy shit, thinks makoto, this is actually happening.]

[but despite all that he's imagining will happen (A Reality, Soon), he can't help but wonder about the damp footprints left behind by rin in makoto's house. will they be a telling clue if momo arrives home earlier than most days? and where is rin's clothes, anyway? he didn't just walk over with just his jammers, did he?]

[Okay, makoto is Panicking a bit.]

Rin...

[the anticipation]

[he had a jacket on at some point, excuse you (yes he did walk over in mostly just his jammers)]

Hn?

[Rin's hand is tight in Makoto's, and he definitely isn't thinking about wet footprints or appropriate attire for walking around the neighbourhood. when they get to Makoto's bedroom, he opens the door for them, leaving it up to Makoto to close it]

[oh, one of the cats is on his bed (illegal!). it's Supun, who clearly fears no retribution; Rin leaves off holding Makoto's hand to pick her up, putting her on the floor]

Supun!

[how did she always get inside his room? makoto smiles at the cat and heads over to scratch her head. she nuzzles, and nuzzles, and nuzzles--and makoto gives in, picking her up against his chest. the purring calms him down, and even so, it feels wrong to leave her inside the room.]

[...so he dumps her outside (she jumps out of his arms), and makoto closes the door quietly. he turns to rin, and his expression is a lot more neutral.]

[rin really looks silly in just his jammers. what kind of situation is this?]

[quietly, for makoto, he moves closer to his boyfriend and wraps his arms around rin's waist, hands on his hip and the other on his back. rin's skin still feels warm from being under the sun, and that makes makoto feel a bit more comfortable; it reminds him that this isn't some complicated puzzle, that he loves rin and rin loves him back, it's fine to feel embarrassed. which is why makoto's approach includes no words, but an almost instant kiss--slow and deep--to a nervous smile, confidence streaming from unlikely places (the hand on rin's back moving down to cup rin's ass), back of knees bumping against the edge of the bed.]

[naturally, Rin has no sense of ever feeling silly in his jammers; rather, they're a part of him that makes him feel strong, and confident, and capable, so in a weird way, it's kind of exciting to be fooling around with Makoto dressed and Rin ready for a dive in the pool. Makoto's confidence is thrilling, but there's something uncertain tightening in his chest. Rin wants to be in control of this, but not full control; he always botches things up on his own, trying to force his own way. it's a little bit out of the blue and a little bit really, really not, this whole scenario, so while he's not questioning if today will be the day, he's nervous about how this will work, if he can actually pull it off -- and puts all that energy into returning Makoto's kiss]

[and some time later, after they've already gotten tangled up hot and heavy on the bed, words escape from him in jagged little breaths as they part. they're said with a fragile kind of strength, meant to hang between the two of them only in this moment]

I've never done -- obviously, I mean, you know... [there aren't any more unknowns, not really, when it came to what their respective experience was like. it's another reason to feel less nervous, even if the anticipation is killing him. he's also maybe a little worried that he's -- not rushing things, definitely not, but that he won't be particularly good at it. videos and embarrassing solo practice did not exactly leave one bursting with confidence] ...s-so, if it's bad, tell me, and I'll... [a nervous trailing off; he'll want to stop, probably, and stick his head under the sink. that's childish, isn't it? he needs to be more brave] ...t-try to do better.

Edited 2015-10-19 01:12 (UTC)

[makoto empathises terribly with what rin is telling him. it's normal to feel this kind of anxiety over something they haven't done before, even if it's something they've been really wanting to do--but since it involves physical intimacy, it's no wonder they want it to go as smoothly as possible.]

[which is why makoto smooths a hand over rin's cheek, pushing some strands of red behind an ear, as the other speaks, and smiles--halfway embarrassed, at his half-hard state and the desire just oozing from himself.]

Rin, I know. It's okay--let's just, have fun with it? ...it's both our firsts, so, uhm, I'll talk you through it...? I love you, for wanting to do it. So...

[a high strung rin isn't the best]

[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]

[well now]

[makoto makes a string of embarrassed sounds, relaxing back on the bed, tense shoulders giving way to pressing his head back and closing his eyes, legs shifting open a bit. they've really gotten good at this part, makoto will testify to that.]

Okay, sounds like, fun.

[rin suggests things--and makoto is not one to say no to them. fooling around while showering seems a little precarious, but not something makoto is completely against. it might have its perks. he has to open his eyes though, now that rin sets a rhythm, because part of what turns makoto on is watching rin do these kind of things to him. maybe all he's ever wanted is witness rin matsuoka suck a dick]

[wow,, big words..,,]

Is it, ah, comfortable for you...? Like this?

So far. Uhm, well...

[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]

[makoto sits up, mouth goes cotton-dry at rin undressing (isn't this always the case?), and his reply is a dumb one--a nod and a hum. hands keeping his balance on the mattress, makoto hears his heart beating unto his ears, as he readjusts and helps rin with pulling down his trousers.]

I think I did...

[rin being naked on makoto's bed is never going to stop being new and exciting, thrilling and terrifying. the idea of rin doing anything to makoto while looking like this is aggravatingly erotic.]

[oh man, it's really going to happen.]

Should I ... stay seated? Rin...

[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]

[makoto isn't worried rin will stop. that's something about rin; determination plays a big role in who he is, and now that they've settled to do it this time, there's no way they aren't. the moment rin pulled away from the kiss and started making his messy way down makoto's chest, makoto sat up on his elbows as support and--stared.]

[his breathing became shallow, not wanting to giggle stupidly at any tickles caused by rin's hair on him, his lips dedicated, his hands warm on makoto's thighs. it was difficult not to be consumed by anticipation, the moment so fragile and so close, makoto gripping at the sheets in eagerness.]

[--so when rin speaks, a whine escapes through makoto's words. he's never been extremely vocal during these moments, but his vocalisations are quite telling whenever they do come out of him.]

It is, Rin... Just, uh, you're doing great?

[his eyes remain on rin's, until he can't help but look down at his boyfriend's lips--and something in him shatters a little at the general sight of rin on his bed, like this. makoto groans, just about covering his mouth with the back of a hand, his voice quiet but filled with want.]

Fuck, Rin, you're really sexy...

[when makoto curses tho]

Edited 2015-10-19 23:04 (UTC)

[if Rin was red before, he's scarlet now; but he can't help the smile that curves his lips, and -- there his teeth are, peeking gently over his bottom lip in a nervous, pleased bite]

Shut up. You're the one that looks...

[he trails off, because maybe it's not so embarrassing for Makoto to admit how turned on he is right now, but for Rin (in the position he is) it's just too much. however it's apparently not too much for him to slide one hand up to where Makoto's fist is clenched on the bed, tugging it down. he uses it to push his own hair back, because if Makoto knows Rin's a bit of a showman, Rin knows Makoto likes to watch]

[and Rin impresses that strange, shy smile into Makoto's skin, as he nibbles his way along the creases of Makoto's thighs, pausing only to kiss closer and closer to where Makoto wants him most]

[and oddly, with Makoto's hand in his hair and eyes on his every move, Rin's suddenly a lot less nervous, and can't help but feel that things are just going to keep falling into place for them -- and fall into place for Makoto especially, as Rin wraps a hand around Makoto's hardness, and slips his lips down]

[with the weeks of build-up, it's probably not surprising that less than 15 minutes later, things very abruptly stop falling into place]

Nnghk -- !

[and other things fall places that they shouldn't -- namely, on Rin's face and bangs]

Huh, nh -- ?

[even a badger let into the dorms while he was getting off couldn't have taken him from turned on to shocked, bewildered, and frankly somewhat appalled, so quickly. Rin coughs, sputters, and pulls back, somewhat frozen, as if he had no idea of this outcome]

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