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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]

[here was makoto, finally having the time of his life when, suddenly and without warning, comes in -- rin's general face area?? it's a blowjohn, what else did you expect, rin? but while rin is having a really bad time processing what the hell just happened, makoto's instead giving in and laying back in bed, mouth open, catching his breath over basically an experience he's mentally thanking kami for, still vocally coming down from his high.]

[can they do it again? in the shower??? omg..]

[so, it's difficult to imagine, that while makoto doesn't think anything can top this--he's met with...... a sight he's never seen before..]

[oh, shit.]

Rin...

[dumb staring--rin can never find out]

[and while Makoto is taking in the sights as befits a closet pervert, a distressed kind of wheeze comes from Rin instead of words. he coughs a few times more, rubbing at his mouth -- god, the taste, and what the hell, he's pretty sure it's all over -- oh my god, it's definitely all over -- ]

Y-you didn't tell me, you were gonna!

[his voice is a little hoarse, and he's realising that they didn't put any tissues near the bed as usual. well, why would they, Rin thought they wouldn't need them. why was this so much neater in porn!]

Don't look -- !

[except he's not covering his face, because he doesn't want to get the mess all over the place]

I did though!

[he didn't, not with words anyway]

[a little distressed, makoto tries looking away, but finds that he can't. he sits up straighter in bed and -- is it wrong to touch a piece of art......... i mean..]

[his mind is so fucked up right now]

It's not bad...?

[shut up right now makoto]

Haah?

[he's lucky Rin is currently too embarrassed by -- everything that's just happened in the last 2 minutes to actually process the nonsense words Makoto is saying to him]

Where the hell are the tissues? I don't see them in your whole damn room -- ugh, this is so embarrassing, I messed up --

[he just wasn't expecting it that suddenly, or in his mouth like that (where else?) or for that matter the rest of it going all over the fucking place when he pulled back! he was supposed to be super smooth about this! god damnit, it was going so well! (it's still going well, unknown to Rin.)]

Gimme your pool towel...

[...maybe he can, manage this, somehow?]

[(makoto's brain is on overdrive)]

Uh... uhm, wait, here.

[a little wobbly-like, he gathers his legs to himself and scoots off the bed, adjusting his boxer briefs to get the--tissues, because that'll take longer than the pool towel to clean up. along with the tissues, on the side of the box, is makoto's phone...]

[BACK ON DA BED... he tries to be helpful to rin, eyes still staring a lot, a lot at his boyfriend's face smeared with... at least makoto can manage to open the camera app without looking at his phone's screen much.]

Are tissues alright?

[never clean it off]

Where did you -- yeah, fine...

[Rin reaches out for one, and true to Makoto's guesses, one isn't quite enough. two isn't enough. he's not making eye contact, which might actually make Makoto's terrible plot harder, with Rin's gaze firmly on the bed]

Sorry... ch, guess I don't need to ask if it was any good.

[he shuts his eyes to clean the last of it off, because the last thing he wants on top of this whole mortifying mess is sudden blindness]

-- Did I get it?

[he hasn't realised it's also in his hair.]

Edited 2015-10-20 04:27 (UTC)

[now, while rin's eyes are fortunately(!) closed, makoto lifts his phone up, as if in a trance, and snaps one, two pictures. lucky for him his phone was on silent, so the snapshot-sound will never register on rin's behalf.]

[he will treasure this; rin's embarrassed expression, his lips swollen, a mess throughout his face and hair. makoto's staring too intently at his phone, not so much at the reality before him.]

[and when he does look]

[makoto leans forward and presses a bold kiss to rin's lips. that's a weird tas-- oh eugh,, nevermind... makoto's phone under his hand and against the mattress, makoto pulls away to not break eye contact with rin. --and laughs, instead, happy, really happy. makoto smooths a hand over rin's cheek, pushing (smeared) hair back.]

You might as well take a shower. Rin, Rin--it was really good! [like an excited child now. a shower of kisses] Thank--you, Rin-- [well, at least whenever makoto got off, he became increasingly more affectionate] It was really, really good! --do you need help getting off? I'll do it, Rin, anything.

[makoto tachibana, an eager pup, now smoothing that same hand down rin's toned chest, down his navel and between rin's thighs]

[and even though he's still suffering a third degree burn from his embarrassed blush, his body can't help but respond; he bucks into Makoto's touch, a harsh breath cutting from his lips. it's harder than it should be, to wrap a loose hand around Makoto's wrist]

Bath. Let's take a bath together.

[two birds with one stone; he can wash off that hideously embarrassing stickiness and have a more luxurious kind of experience getting off. there's something about hot water and quiet voices and Makoto's slow, firm touch all together that make him feel ten kinds of spoiled]

[not that the shower of kisses and praise don't; he huffs in response to Makoto's enthusiasm, as if put upon, but he's clearly growing pleased. he'll be cocky soon, no pun intended, once the minor trauma of the whole affair wears off]

[he realises belatedly]

Eh, you kissed me before I could -- !

[wash myself free of sin. so many shojo dreams are crashing to the carpet today, yeesh.]

[makoto blinks owlishly, stopping--and watching as rin's many shojo dreams crash to the carpet.]

I shouldn't have--? But, you looked very...

[stops halfway through that sentence, because whatever descriptor makoto was about to use would have resulted in rin being either scandalised or too embarrassed to face makoto for a while. makoto's dreams are coming true, as rin's get plummeted to heck, and there's no denying how much of a pervert he is for rin in this kind of situation.]

[figuring that rin needs a moment to... compose himself, makoto pecks a cheek with a light kiss, and sits up--and stands.]

I'll get the bath running, then! I'll wash you, so uh, there's some of your clothes in my closet...

[an awkward smile and gesturing towards the obvious things rin know, and makoto starts collecting his own things too; a clean shirt, boxers, etc]

M'not gonna put clothes on to take 'em off again...

[mumbling; also, he doesn't particularly want to put anything on over his current state. he lets Makoto take care of this and that, bustling about, and then gets up to retrieve a towel and look in the mirror once he's gone]

[it's been in his hair this whole time, too.]

[after quite a lot of composing himself, Rin (sporting Makoto's light orange towel) makes a rather harried powerwalk from Makoto's bedroom to the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself loudly and with a face still red as a beet]

[he doesn't much wait for Makoto to say anything cute or charming, simply pulls his towel off his waist, folds it, and climbs into the warm tub]

[two seconds later he's underwater, maybe never to breach again.]

Ah--

[...]

[at least rin folded the towel.]

[makoto checks on the door and locks it, then turns back to the tub, where he turns off the running water. rin seems to have gotten in when the water was a comfortable temperature. not that rin would feel cold water, it seems, with the obvious flush visible all over his body, even underwater.]

[...makoto doesn't have any room to get in the tub, and he really wants to pay rin the favour back. perhaps in the shittiest, most unromantic way imaginable.]

[a hand into the water, makoto starts feeling rin up, hand wrapping around rin's d, messy, slow stroking. that should get rin out of the water quickly--if just to amend makoto's poor romantic decisions.]

[it only takes about .0092 seconds for Rin to startle up out of the water like the Loch Ness monster on a bad day. red hair drips down in long streaks down his face, leaving only one wide eye visible. retribution, as anticipated, comes in the form of a sharp gasp (not for air), followed by Rin crunching his knees up and smacking hard at Makoto's bicep]

What d'you think you're doing -- !

[well, exactly what he asked, except not at all that thing. scowling behind his hair, Rin scoots away from his unromantic boyfriend to the other end of the tub. the action, at least, leaves enough room for him to join him, should he so choose]

Idiot! Don't just do what you want!

[a hand paws back through his bangs, and yeah, he's still about red enough to raise the temperature in the water, maybe]

[makoto laughs, undeterred by the violent reaction, though pulling away to sit on his knees. the water pushes and sloshes about at the action, and makoto is already considering these trousers off for the wash anyway.]

Shouldn't you have taken a shower before getting into the bath? Now I'll have to change the water twice. Come on.

[makoto makes a grab for the shampoo, and motions at it for rin to see. they can play gay chicken for as long as rin wants.]

I'll help you clean up, if you want me to?

[he shouldn't sound so innocent when he really doesn't mean something so innocent.]

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