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[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.]

[on the one hand, that's mortifying. on the other, he's not sure he'll be able to... clean up properly, without someone else making sure he hasn't missed a spot. Rin huffs, his posture slackening a bit (probably a physical effect of the water more than anything else), and then grumbles]

Fine. Aren't you getting in too?

After you're cleaned up.

[if you want romantic tub times, you got to ask for it. as of now, makoto is pressing an amount of shampoo onto his hand and leaning over closer to rin's head, lathering his hair with a certain amount of massaging involved.]

[he's a happy guy who got a bj]

Sorry, again, for the mess. [he's not really. testing waters,] You probably won't want to do it again, huh...

[and that gets Rin's head snapping to the side. he narrowly avoids a soapy finger to the eye (almost blinded twice -- it's a very precarious kind of afternoon, isn't it)]

Are you calling me a quitter? Of course I'll do it again! I'll do it plenty more times!

[ah]

[hands pull away as rin turns to the side quickly. he's smiling, despite rin's current grumpy show of emotions. there's nothing but determination going for the redhead, and makoto knows that, and now that he's tested waters and made sure that rin really isn't upset about the situation--]

[it's fine. everything's fine.]

You're anything but a quitter.

[so he keeps on, washing rin's hair.]

I... liked it a lot. I hope we can do it more. [nothing but #thirstyhonesty] I can give it a try sometimes, too! Would that be alright?

[never loses his politeness, no matter what dirty things he's talking about]

[and despite what he's just done (and said), he turns red underneath the suds]

...You don't have to ask that. Of course it'd be alright. -- If, if you want that. I didn't mind doing it, because it's -- [abrupt throat clearing] s, something that really turns me on, but if it doesn't, you know...

[Rin Matsuoka: A Gay Mess]

[at least Makoto's fingers feel good on his worthless head]

Edited 2015-12-03 05:46 (UTC)

It turns me on too, to see you do it.

[maybe makoto was looking for this kind of honesty, maybe not. it's in fact hard for him to resist when rin presents himself so vulnerable by expressing his honest emotions. it takes so long for rin to be honest without coating his words with any kind of bravado or anger, that it's actually simply really nice to witness.]

[grabbing the showerhead and bringing it down, makoto stops washing rin's hair with shampoo and now rinses it off. he brings the soap too, and does a quick scrubbing (awkward...) of rin, or at least until the other takes over. after that, he unplugs the bathtub to let the soapy/bubbly water go.]

[makoto politely asks rin (once he's been rinsed from all shampoo and soap) to stand up and get off the tub, while he fills it up again with hot--and then warm water. the showerhead is put back in place, and makoto finally stands up and works on removing his trousers.]

Let's bathe together-- but, shower first next time. Alright? I'm going to shower. Could you keep an eye out on the bath in the meantime?

[don't talk to rin like you're the parent, bro]

I'll be quick in the shower.

Edited 2015-12-07 00:11 (UTC)

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