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Nitori walked briskly, brows fraught with concern and anticipation. It was not smart to run right after a race, and not right after dinner, even if he found it difficult to eat too much sushi with the attention he was paying his phone. It was kind of his underclassman secretary to assure him that he had everything covered, and that Nitori could go. He was too anxious to leave to even question how or why the cunning up-and-coming freestyle swimmer would know he had somewhere else he would rather - no, needed - to be.
[Hey, I’m coming over, is that okay?] Nitori tapped out on his touchscreen and sent to Sousuke. Of course, he couldn’t assume so much without asking! But his longing, his patience, was wearing thin. The days before the meet had been near-torture. Together but not together, their responsibility to Nitori’s role as captain overriding their responsibility to their roles as boyfriends… if that was what they still were. But Sousuke had come to the meet after all, despite whatever his feelings about swimming were after his shoulder reconstruction. So that meant he came to see Nitori, right?
Sousuke’s eyes were already on the screen when the anticipated alert appeared. He blinked, and it was there, Nitori's question -his self invitation- begging an answer he was all too eager to give.
[just come in. door’s open], he replied, careful not to reply too fast, counting to ten before hitting send. Maybe that wasn’t necessary, now that they were an item, but he’d hardly had time to break the habit. There had been no promise of them seeing each other that evening, but he was fairly confident it would happen, anyway. His afternoon, after the meet, was wiled away with nervous cleaning and a careful analysis of their communications over their days apart. Their distance, be it not so far at all, had presented them with a sort of test, something simple to illuminate the shape of their growing relationship. If Nitori was going to be a repeat of Rin, Sousuke needed to know sooner rather than later, needed to be sure more than just his physical attraction was being reciprocated. Another friends-with-benefits scenario in which he longed for more but was never requited would break the strongest of men.
Nitori grinned upon seeing the response. He slowed his pace to text back. [As usual. Won’t be long! See you soon~!] He tucked his phone in his pocket and settled into a light jog. His stomach turned a bit as he thought back to the last few days some more. They had been fine, really, but so much like the days before Nitori’s confession, too… Well, except for a kiss here and there, and the telltale bump during cuddling of a burgeoning arousal that they ignored until suddenly it was time for Nitori to go. Prudence sucked, Nitori decided. But he dutifully left, every time. He was the captain of the swim team, after all.
Not tonight, though. Oh, if it happened again? Not tonight. His jog had picked up speed without his realizing it, and he slowed back down. The fatigue of the day’s races pulsed dull through his thighs, every footfall feeling heavy, thudding back in his ears. He took a deeper breath. He was so resolute now about what would happen tonight… but Sousuke could be such a stone wall sometimes, too. Had been the last few days. Which Sousuke would he find when he arrived?
Just a couple more blocks to go…
In Sousuke’s afternoon of agonizing, he’d failed to come to a decision, though knew he needed to make up his mind before Nitori arrived. Should they stay strong and hold out one more night --build up his peace of mind that Nitori was still interested in spending time with him without being physically involved-- or…? Sousuke’s eyes glazed. A series of stills from earlier that day flashed in his mind’s eye. Nitori’s legs had toned up beautifully. Even from his modest seat in the bleachers, Nitori with his ass up at the starting block made it well worth showing up to a pool he couldn’t swim in. Even with the sport of swimming to pick apart and cool his mind, Sousuke had been bothered and hot all day. Was it even possible for him to stay chaste much longer? Was it worth it? Maybe, tonight, he would just let things happen, not try to control everything. If he didn’t want it to happen, he could’ve gotten himself off hours ago, but as it was, he was pent up and indecisive.
Nitori spent the last stretch trying to slow everything down: his pace, his breathing, his nervous heart. There was no need for a panic - nothing had happened or not happened yet. Just let it be, he told himself. Sousuke showed up at the pool… He showed up…
He lightly pranced his way up the steps to the second floor apartment Sousuke was minding for his aunt while his shoulder healed and he got some of his general credits out of the way at the local community college. Nitori had practically lived here for the last couple months, at first tending to, ogling, and maybe flirting a little with his senpai, and then flirting a lot with his senpai, until earlier that week when the slight swimmer just couldn’t hold it in anymore and he confessed. Those big arms held him so tight, and the usually stern lips kissed him so passionately, and the way they touched changed, and that first night as they fondled and sucked… Nitori probably should have been surprised, considering his very slow sexual non-climb up until then, but it still seemed like such a natural thing to him. Like what had happened was the best choice. Of course they went to third base. Of course he did! He was a senior now, after all… and if Sousuke and Rin could have sex while they were at Samezuka, why should he have to keep his pleasure to himself, only stealing opportunities when Momo wasn’t around?
He turned the handle to the door and opened it, a hesitant heartbeat as he stepped through. “Tadaima!” he said energetically, kicking off his shoes in the genkan.
Sousuke popped to his feet at the jiggle of the door handle, and made his way to the entrance.
“ Okaeri,” he replied, without the same force. He eyed Nitori’s backpack. So he was already planning to spend the night?
Nitori couldn’t help but beam at Sousuke and the familiar answer. He hummed as the taller swimmer drew near.
Sousuke grasped for something boyfriendly to say, and managed, “Your dolphin kick is really looking good, Ai.” A compliment. He was doing great. “Even if the timing was a little bit off on your dive, that first stretch put you way ahead.” Was he a boyfriend or a coach?
“Thank you!” Nitori replied with a happy nod of a bow. “I knew it didn’t feel quite right so I had to make up for it.”
“Hazuki was pissed. I mean, he still looked happy; he’ll always look happy... You’ll have to watch out for him next time, make sure he doesn’t one-up you.”
Nitori nodded with a hum and shrugged off his backpack, setting it on the floor before turning to Sousuke. “I will! And thanks for coming. Did you have fun, Sousuke?” He lifted onto his toes and wrapped his arms around Sousuke’s neck, gazing into the ice-blue eyes, feeling Sousuke’s hands rest lightly -maybe a little hesitantly- on his back. The touch was a bit… stiff? Nitori’s brow flinched with quick concern.
“Of course.”
Sousuke felt something start in his chest when his eyes locked with Nitori’s. He resisted the instinct to look away and de-escalate. Their friendship had bloomed through many such moments: getting close, then hesitating and backing off. They would have confessed months ago if they hadn’t been so skittish. It was still unbelievable that he could just bend down… and kiss him. And he did, sweet and short, lingering as he pulled away, though he hoped that Nitori’s lips would chase his.
Nitori’s eyes drifted shut, and they stayed that way for a moment after Sousuke broke it, corners of his mouth curved up, letting the kiss be what Sousuke wanted to be. They fluttered back open as he lowered down onto his heels. His hold released and arms lowered, his eyes following as he took one of Sousuke’s hands in his. At long last - though only really after a moment- came a soft squeeze, and the brush of Sousuke’s thumb on the back of Nitori’s hand . It tingled along past his wrist and up the back of his forearm. “How was your afternoon?” he asked, looking up sweetly.
“Honestly…” Sousuke hesitated, but he had already started talking, so there little good would come from trying to backpedal. “I’ve kind of just been waiting for you,” he admitted.
“O-oh!” Nitori stuttered. Sousuke’s words swirled through his chest, warm again, feeling it rise into his cheeks. His thumb brushed Sousuke’s hand in return. He peeked around him to the tv. “What were you watching?” he asked.
“ Some docs.” Sousuke had learned to save the stuff he wanted to pay attention to for when Nitori wasn’t around.
They migrated to the sofa to begin their usual staying-in ritual of cuddling to an old movie. They did homework together too, sometimes, or played video games. In any case, it still felt like they needed an excuse to get close; an innocent starting point. This wasn’t Rin. Sousuke couldn’t very well just pin him against the counter and go for it, right? Nitori was more delicate than that. He was new to this. They needed to go slow.
“Anything good?” Nitori asked, taking his seat in the center of the couch and waiting for Sousuke to take his - on the right, so when they tipped over, the taller boy’s healing shoulder would stay on top.
“Nah, you didn’t miss anything.” He turned on the tv, but it didn’t really matter what was on; that wasn’t the point, and they both knew it. The less intriguing, the better. He put his arm across the back of the couch behind Nitori, and now it was only a matter of time before his boyfriend would start leaning in to him.
Or no time at all. Nitori sighed happily and nestled back into the crook of Sousuke’s arm. “Mmnnn… I really need this after today,” he said.
“Competitions are so much more tiring… even when they’re less work than practice.” Sousuke’s hand rested on Nitori’s shoulder as he squeezed him a little closer.
“Yeah… nnn~” Nitori purred, nuzzling into the swell of Sousuke’s chest.
“You feeling okay?” Sousuke looked down at Nitori with a raised brow. The heat was rising in his body, just from that little nuzzle.
“Mhm,” he said, taking a soft cleansing breath. He brushed his face up to look up toward Sousuke's eyes. “You?”
“Always,” he replied, taking a quiet breath before leaning forward to kiss Nitori’s forehead. The silver-haired swimmer’s eyes fell briefly shut as his weight rested a little more into Sousuke. “You looked really good today, Ai. The swimming. And you,” he laughed, feeling himself growing at ease with Nitori tucked against him, even if speaking so tacitly about Nitori’s body outside of the gym still felt taboo. “You’re amazing in a swimsuit.”
Nitori giggled. “Shall it put it on for you?~” he asked with a wink. Learned from Hazuki, of course. It elicited a chuckle from Sousuke, but he clearly didn’t take the offer seriously. Maybe Nitori was going to find his bravery after all? Probably just a little at a time. Not that his body was going to be nearly as slow about it… It was a full lap ahead. Nitori continued. “It’s all rinsed out and everything. And you look good in anything, Sou…” It was polite to return a compliment right? Especially when you mean it. He smirked a little. “Or even nothing at all. I…” he shifted his eyes toward the firm chest before him, and reached up splay his smaller hand across the other side of it. “The meet is over with. And of course we don’t have to do anything tonight, so quickly. We’ve still only been boyfriends for a few days, so I’d understand. That’s supposed to be too fast, right?”
Sousuke’s heart had climbed up to somewhere between his chest and his mouth, the heat rising up to his ears and tingeing them red. Nitori’s words couldn’t be unsaid, and they couldn’t be unheard, either.
Nitori felt it thumping against his hand and chuckled. “I think sometimes your body talks more than you do,” he said, amused. “Or maybe it talks for you, I’m not sure.”
“What is it saying now?”
“That you’re… nervous. Or excited.” He grinned, even as his own heart pounded. “Like me, I guess?”
“Are you...? You want…?” His hand came to rest on top of Nitori’s, holding it onto his chest.
Nitori’s fingers practically slotted themselves between Sousuke’s without any show of will. “Of course I do!” he said, raising his sky blue eyes to find Sousuke’s again. He was still smiling, his smile melting Sousuke’s anxious ironwire line of a mouth into the slightest grin, which only made Nitori’s grow wider. “But I know you’ve had some hesitation or something. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” His face turned more concerned. “Really. I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want...”
“Something I don’t want? Ai… Why wouldn’t I?”
The delicate brows knitted together as he blinked and squeezed his fingers between Sousuke’s. He held the taller, stronger man’s gaze, searching. “I’m not sure… just… since I confessed, and after that first night, we still do these things - the cuddling, and little kisses, but…” He looked down as he thought, saw their hands, and the steadiness, the rightness of it spurred him on. He raised his eyes once more. “I don’t know. You feel further away somehow? Withdrawn? Which seems like the opposite thing from what was supposed to happen. I know we wanted to be careful because of the meet, but I guess I just want to make sure that’s all. That you’re not regretting anything.”
Sousuke’s face hardened as he considered his reply. “Of course I don’t regret anything…” The line of his mouth drooped slightly. “Is it… this… not enough?”
The concern in Nitori’s face turned to worried panic. “Nonono! That’s not it!” Nitori said, mentally flailing to find some clarity. His fingers flexed in Sousuke’s hand as if they were scrabbling for it. “That’s what I’m saying! It’s… the rest.” His tone leveled out a bit - he’d found it. “You say these things sometimes… like how I look to you in my jammers, and that you were here waiting for me to be done with dinner, and they sound so nice, but then… even though I’m right here, and we’re connected, it feels sometimes that you’re somewhere else.” He swallowed and lowered his gaze to the lines of the the tendon’s down Sousuke’s neck. “I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense. It’s probably nothing.”
Sousuke’s eyes followed Nitori’s, even once they were cast downwards and out of line with his. “You’re… not serious, are you? Ai… when you’re around me, you’re all I can think about,” he replied, voice tightening. Nitori’s gaze raised and softened. “You’re all I can think about even when you’re not here… I’m never anywhere else.”
After a moment, Nitori’s blue eyes fell closed and he lowered himself back to Sousuke’s chest, He tucked himself in closer, the wrap of Sousuke's arm tightening. “I’m sorry…” he said, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “I just have so much to learn, I guess. I don’t know what this is supposed to feel like. I’m sorry I doubted you! I shouldn’t have said anything…”
“Don't apologize. You don’t need to apologize when when you haven’t done anything wrong.” Sousuke stopped, teeth gritted, and looked for the first time at the tv screen, as if it could tell him what to say. “I doubted you, too.”
Nitori pulled away and pushed off of Sousuke’s chest, keeping their fingers tight, and turned around, his knees on the cushion facing Sousuke’s hip. He reached up with his right hand and threaded it into Sousuke’s hair, his worried gaze playing over his chiseled features. “Sousuke, I’ve cherished every moment with you! From the beginning, watching those crappy old kaiju shows and falling asleep with you all the way up to now. If I’ve made you doubt me… I’m sor-” He caught himself. Sousuke had just told him not to, after all. Was that a part of it somehow?
Sousuke's aquamarine eyes drifted shut briefly as he committed Nitori's words to memory -- he might need to remember them later. Nitori tucked his lips between his teeth, watching every shift in Sousuke’s face, giving his boyfriend some room to breathe.
“It’s not you at all, Ai.” Though, of course hearing Nitori's assertions made him more confident about that than he was a minute ago. “It's Rin.” Sousuke opened his mouth to continue but was arrested by Nitori's reaction.
Nitori blinked, then pulled back a corner of his mouth in an empathetic grimace, his eyes and chest brimming with compassion. Maybe… love? He swallowed again, and brushed his fingers through Sousuke’s hair. A thousand thoughts swirled through his mind; things to say, ways to say them, but all he could do was lean forward and place a kiss square on Sousuke’s forehead. The thrumming of his heart felt right. Yes, that was what he needed to do. He rested back on his ankles and hoped he was correct.
Sousuke couldn't help but laugh, albeit a little nervously. He had no way to read Nitori’s weird, wordless response.
“You sounded really serious!” Nitori said, his brows furrowed, worry dominating the frantic tone. “I was just… I don’t know. I was trying to help! I didn’t know what else to say...”
Sousuke, in turn, pressed a kiss to the crown of Nitori's head. Nitori’s right hand loosened from Sousuke’s hair and landed instead on a thick shoulder. He cooled off fast. “He... really hurt you, didn’t he?” Nitori asked.
A heavy sigh escaped Sousuke's lips, and Nitori’s brow quivered with uncertainty. At least that bit hadn't been misunderstood - it would be a disaster if Nitori thought he was still pining for Rin, but they’d already had that talk once. Sousuke nodded. He averted his eyes as he replied, “I couldn't take it if the same thing happened with you.”
Nitori’s heart fell, and he reached up to caress Sousuke’s cheek. “Sousuke! no, please, don’t go…” he chased after the other’s eyes, the concern flooding back to them. They caught Sousuke's, pulling them back. The dark haired athlete’s expression was as stern as ever, but Nitori, by now, could recognize the difference between stoicism and pain.
“I… don’t know what Rin’s intentions were. If it started like this. But I-” Love you? He took a deep breath. I… want to sit here and watch those shitty kaiju movies with you till the day I die? No… I’ve had a lot of fun with you? Not enough… What should he say?! “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to use you up and take what I want from you before I move on to someone else.” His eyes dropped to the collar of Sousuke’s shirt. “That’s not what I’m looking for.” No, if Sousuke wasn’t allowed to look away, neither was he! “I’m looking for a partner, Sou… The real thing. And I want it to be you.” His heart skipped with affirmation again. Hopefully this time it wouldn’t elicit a laugh from Sousuke.
As Sousuke blinked down at Nitori, his eyes began to sting. “Me, too, Ai,” he whispered, weakly.
Nitori’s pressed lips lightened into a smile, the new, clear confession of Sousuke’s dedication moving him. “Sou!” Nitori cried out, just about to launch forward to kiss him when Sousuke’s strong arms hugged Nitori into his chest. Nitori settled in again, clutching at Sousuke’s shirt. It felt like the moment was coming to a screeching halt, but… if Sousuke was his partner, maybe it meant their distance would have to be like this sometimes? Was he okay with that? He grinned. No, he just had to be the one to make sure he made himself clear. Give Sousuke complete information. He wriggled against Sousuke’s grasp and looked up toward his boyfriend’s misty eyes. “And wanting to be your real partner doesn’t exclude me from wanting to have sex too, you know~” he said with a playful gaze.
The welling behind Sousuke's eyes stopped, and his throat unclenched, but those feelings reappeared, immediately, elsewhere, in a different context. “Was that a proposition?” He loosened and pulled away enough to look down at Nitori with a penetrating stare.
The smaller swimmer blushed at the intense glare that met his. He was about to flinch away, but a hard thump in his chest, the one that was held back for three frustrating days, pushed him forward. He liked this look. Craved this look. His heart pounded as he raised up and released Sousuke’s hand, his eyes dancing all over his boyfriend’s face. “Yes.”
“You're way too fucking cute,” Sousuke teased with an amused huff.
Nitori peered down over Sousuke now, both hands slithering into thick dark brown locks and pushing his head back. He returned the smirk. “Too cute for what?” he asked.
“Too cute for me to handle,” Sousuke purred the first answer that came to his lips . Did it matter?
Nitori chuckled softly, satisfaction swirling through his chest, and bent over, bangs dangling free. He tilted his head, getting his nose out of the way, and drank in Sousuke’s eyes with his as he closed in, electricity already buzzing along his lips. He could feel Sousuke’s breath on them, and his eyes half-lidded as he lingered momentarily, following it with the smooth shutting of his eyelids and a slow, firm kiss, letting it grow deeper.
Sousuke made no attempt to attenuate this kiss, and let himself sink into it, eyes closed, with low, pleased hum. Nitori’s thoughts left him, letting Sousuke’s sounds of pleasure wash over his mind, his body. Hands on Nitori's hips, which drew a muffled moan from the captain, Sousuke easily guided his boyfriend to straddle his lap. Nitori obediently broke the kiss, panting for air as he released his grip and draped his arms over Sousuke’s shoulders. He lowered his head, watching between them to aim as he lifted his leg over Sousuke’s closing ones, nestling it between a strong thigh and the arm of the sofa. The break was brief - as brief as it possibly could be - before Sousuke laced a hand of fingers through the back of Nitori's neck to guide him in again.
Nitori needed nothing further to dive back down, hugging Sousuke’s neck tight as they resumed, his lips crushing and open, his passion flowing through them. He brought out his tongue, sliding it around the rim of Sousuke’s mouth. His hips pressed forward to rub against Sousuke, seeking contact, pressure - more. “Mmnn.. Sou~” Nitori muttered melodically between them, between gasps and sighs and the soft smacking of lips.
Even as Sousuke delved into the kiss, he felt himself holding back. His hands rested solidly on Nitori's hips, but they did nothing to rock his boyfriend's body against his own. Thankfully, Nitori didn’t notice, or care, getting drunk on Sousuke’s intoxicating lips.
“Ai,” he gasped, pulling away but staying close enough for their noses to touch. Their break stilled Nitori’s hips as well. “You meant… Now?” He needed to be sure, in no uncertain terms, that he needn't hold back.
The smaller swimmer’s heart was pounding, panting heavily already. His body had begun to react otherwise as well, the tip of him straining and buzzing against the confines of his briefs. “N-not if you don’t want to,” he said, bringing a hand back to stroke Sousuke’s cheek.
“Of course I want to!” Sousuke interjected, more firmly than he’d intended, growing quiet afterward.
Nitori’s hand flinched away, and he blinked as Sousuke’s flareup died down . His eyes were frantically bouncing their focus from one of Sousuke’s to the other. His brow flinched narrower. “I just want to make sure… If you’re not ready, because of Rin, I understand. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. My attention, my body, my heart, my everything, it’s yours.”
“You shouldn’t throw around words like that, Ai… I don’t want you to regret anything.” Sousuke sighed. “It’s important, the first time… you can’t get it back.”
Nitori frowned and pulled a little further away, reaching up, and gave Sousuke a light flick to his forehead.
“Hey!” Sousuke protested in a harsh whisper, expression taking a sullen pout.
“I really like it when you call me cute,” he said, his tone more serious. Almost scolding, but his hand rested, splayed, lightly on Sousuke’s chest. “Even if it makes me too cute to handle. But I’m telling you that I’m ready.” He shook his head. “Our first night was really special for me. I think…” he took a breath to gather himself, to cool off a little bit. “I did what I wanted to do with you because I decided I wanted to. I’m not just your dumb, innocent little kouhai, Sousuke.” Or was he? And it came rushing back to him - Sousuke and Rin, and Rin and him - just dumb little insignificant Nitori. Noticed, but ignored. “I’m younger, but I’m old enough now to have put some thought into the kind of person I want to be with. The kind of person I want to share my body with, and the feelings I want to have for that person. You asked me if it was a proposition, and I said yes, but I don’t think you believed me.”
Sousuke's breath caught - he'd been holding it the whole while Nitori was taking, sinking lower and lower. His pout straightened out into a look of dour remorse. He finally exhaled, and took a new breath.
Nitori noticed the change, his own expression softening. He leaned forward and kissed the spot he’d flicked.
“You're right,” Sousuke breathed, quieter than before. “I'm sorry, l…” but he couldn't find an excuse.
“‘I’m sorry’ is fine, Sousuke,” Nitori said, eyes closed and smiling as he took in the smell of Sousuke’s hair. He pulled back again, resting his weight on Sousuke’s thighs, and blinked half-lidded eyes. Sousuke's hands crept gently down from Nitori's hips to rest atop Nitori's legs. The touch tingled along Nitori’s clothed skin, and his hips shifted ever so slightly into it.
“I don't want you to regret anything…” Sousuke said. And as soon as he did, he knew it sounded stupid. Nothing to regret, but nothing to enjoy either. And hadn't Nitori just made it perfectly clear that he'd thought it through? “What can I do to make it up to you?” He cast his eyes away as he conceded, bringing them back to read Nitori's response.
“Stay here and kiss me,” Nitori said, his grin widening to more of a playful smirk. He leaned closer again, touching noses, blue eyes sparkling across the short distance.
“I think I can manage that,” Sousuke replied, tightening his grip on Nitori's thighs. Nitori’s patience and forgiveness were golden. Maybe now they could go forward without any more hiccups.
Nitori’s fingers brushed their way through Sousuke’s hair. “And don’t hold back. It’s okay, Sousuke. I chose you. I want you. There’s no way I’m going to regret it.”
Sousuke teased Nitori's nose with his own, his eyes getting heavy, and his lips relaxing apart instinctively. “Whatever you want, Ai,” he mumbled as he closed the gap between them, leading with his tongue into a slow, deep kiss.
“And whatever you want, Sou…” Nitori whispered as his lips parted and head tilted, his own tongue coming out to meet Sousuke’s, beckoning it forward as their lips met. Nitori hummed as they made contact, arms closing and fingers tightening. His hips were moving again, rolling as his body reawoke, and this time, Sousuke responded, pulling Nitori forward to straddle his hips more tightly. The lighter body moved easily, light pleasure blooming in Nitori’s groin at the new pressure. A hand then crept up Nitori's back, under his shirt, and he redoubled their kiss, welcoming the touch, undeterred.
Even that simple skin to skin contact had Sousuke wanting more. Nitori’s skin was completely smooth, in all the places his jammers didn't cover, and probably in all the ones they did.
Nitori broke the kiss with a soft smack to get some air and switch his head to the other side, lips tingling anew with the fresh contact, offering his tongue forward to trace the ridge of Sousuke’s and drag it along the roof of his boyfriend’s mouth.
Sousuke mumbled agreeably, allowing Nitori to continue his playful tonguing as he smoothed a hand up his boyfriend's side, trailing his fingers up to his shoulder, then down his smooth-shaved arm. Nitori was encouraged by Sousuke’s sounds and gliding touch, swirling around Sousuke’s tongue and teasing under it. His teeth found one of Sousuke’s lips and lightly dragged over the soft, supple flesh. Sousuke pulled gently away from the kiss and brought Nitori's slender wrist to his mouth to dot the underside of it with his lips, letting his hot breath tickle the pale skin. Nitori watched, half-lidded eyes rapt as he felt the simple kisses rush under the surface, through his chest to blossom in his very tip. “Mmm… Sou…” he sighed, grinding his hips into Sousuke’s body and petting his boyfriend’s hair appreciatively. “T-that feels really nice…”
“I know,” Sousuke purred, kissing up the inside of Nitori’s elbow. Nitori still just watched, his jaw hanging slack, his heart beating faster and his breaths coming heavier. His shirt moved as his chest swelled and shrank with each one. Nitori’s arm fell to his side when Sousuke’s lips traveled to his neck, unable to think of anything else to do with it. A soft moan escaped his throat along with a rush of air. “You’re already soooo hard, I can feel it,” Sousuke said in a brusque whisper. It was easy to recall their first time messing around, how crazy Nitori went when Sousuke talked dirty.
“Uh huh…” Nitori said with a weak nod, his bulge straining against Sousuke’s body to confirm for itself. With Sousuke’s lips almost brushing against Nitori’s ear, there was no seeing the older boy’s teasing smirk, but maybe the smaller swimmer could hear it, after all.
And Nitori could. The other hand in Sousuke’s hair slid down his neck to clutch at his shirt. He heard it, and saw it in his mind’s eye. Saw what they’d done, imagined what they could do, would do. “S-sou…” he mewled between heavy breaths. “Yes…” He was burning up, as hard as Sousuke claimed, if not harder. He wanted Sousuke’s mouth on him. Sousuke’s body on him - in him. “Sou, take me…” His chest pounded as the words he’d only uttered alone in his dorm room, when Momo was gone, fell from his mouth in the presence of the one they invoked. “Please…” he added.
Nitori’s neck shimmered, wet from Sousuke’s mouth as he pulled the seal of his lips, and straightened himself to look Nitori in the eyes. His breath was heavy, and his heart was beating in his ears as everything slowed, just for a moment, with the gravity of the situation. Nitori gazed back too, blinking, his eyes half-focused, knitted brows pleading. This was going to be it. He wasn’t going to be invisible anymore, with an invisible lover. And that lover was going to have Sousuke’s face, Sousuke’s hands, Sousuke’s eyes - all the features of the man he wanted.
Sousuke wasn’t just going to be pleasuring Nitori; it would be his virginity, too. For the first time in a while, he felt like he was on the starting platform again; felt the call of something heavily important, something he only got one chance at.
He nodded sternly. It would be an honor.
“Here?” Sousuke blinked at Nitori, and glanced for the first time at the tv they’d been ignoring in the background.
Nitori chuckled softly, his eyes falling closed and a smile creeping up. They opened again, more relaxed, playful once more. “It could be anywhere, Sousuke,” he said. It felt like they’d smashed through some sort of window, like a wall that had been there between Nitori then and Nitori now was just missing, like he’d merged together. He brushed his fingers through Sousuke’s hair, the man who would fill him, and he filled with calm. Or confidence. Everything was right. He tipped Sousuke’s head back again and kissed him briefly, wiggling his way back and stretching a socked foot to the floor, pushing off and standing, the lifting and casting off of his shirt backlit by the documentary neither of them were watching, the gentle curves of his muscles lit like an eclipse. He let the clothing fall to the floor before reaching for Sousuke’s hand. “But the bedroom’s probably better, right? C’mon~”
“Wait~” Sousuke chimed. He was transfixed by the figure before him, taking his hand, but remaining a dead weight on the sofa. “No need to rush… you look really. Fucking. Hot.” He let go of Nitori’s hand to trace his fingers down Nitori’s abs, down to hook into the front of Nitori’s casual sweats, tugging at the waist band.
Sousuke’s fingers were as electric as his lips, and Nitori offered his body up, watching the fingers travel down. He lifted his arms, tucking his hands behind his head, and thrust his hips out for Sousuke, the light in the room peeking inside to show the smooth curve of his lower stomach and the grooves of his hips. Sousuke’s words made him feel powerful, and like every word out of Sousuke’s mouth, Nitori hung on it. The lesser swell of his chest muscles heaved as he breathed, toned arms still raised. “Want to untie them?” he asked, his tone and gaze clear but his face flushed. His hips swayed. “Or I can…” His heart filled with pride, with excitement, anticipation. It was wonderful! Perfect. Everything he could’ve wanted - Sousuke being the one worshipping at the altar of -his- body.
Sousuke’s face was dominated by a boyish grin at Nitori’s offer. He licked his lips, and gave the drawstring a decisive tug before slouching back against the cushion with his legs cast far apart, feet on the outside of either one of Nitori’s. He remembered what Nitori looked like naked -- of course he did -- but seeing it again was no less of a thrill. A cocky smile and a nod said it was Nitori’s move, now.
The single, big bow was gone, and all that remained was the loose knot, the drawstring still mostly cinched around Nitori’s pale hips. Nitori smiled down at Sousuke, too, his eyes catlike slits as he lowered an arm and tucked his thumb between that knot and the fabric. He moved it away slowly, the ends becoming shorter and shorter as he did, until his thumb was free and the two ends fell to his thighs, bouncing off the soft cotton. “You’re dirty, Sousuke~” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest and turning around to face the tv, his back sweeping in deep before his ass curved out.
“Me?” Sousuke scoffed in mock offense, shaking his head and not for a second tearing his eyes away from Nitori as he turned around.
“Mhm~” His elbows tucked behind his hips, and the sweatpants tightened as the waistband smoothed out from him pulling it forward again. He released, and they fell down lower, the white elastic of his briefs now peeking over that of the dark sweats, the points of his hips jutting out. He peeked over his shoulder, the light of the TV glinting off his eye, watching Sousuke’s face.
It was wearing the same dumb, boyishly entertained grin, but it was his hands that gave Sousuke away. Even if they were crossed over his chest, his fingers fidgeted, locked in place, unable to touch Nitori’s ass or the phallic bulge that stood out in the front of his own sweats.
Nitori stayed facing the tv as he tucked his thumbs in the back of his briefs, but thought better, instead brushing them over the fabric to slide under his sweatpants as he slid them over his hips and they found their own way down his legs to gather at his ankles. An audible exhale brought his gaze back to Sousuke; it lowered to that bulge, and his heart skipped as he remembered the first time he saw it. He wanted to drop to his knees and press his open lips to it, just then. In time… in time…
He lifted one foot out of the bunched up cotton, bending down to pop his ass out and tuck his finger inside his sock and pull it over his heel. His bare foot set itself delicately, gracefully down on the floor, and he shifted his weight to it as he did the same for his other foot. He finally straightened, turning back, his silhouette showing his hips, then his back, then his flat stomach that terminated in a definite, prominent lump of arousal tucked along his hip.
He stepped over and put his knee between Sousuke’s legs, running his hand down the front of his shirt and squeezing the better-clothed bulge the seated swimmer was presenting, sussing out the dimensions, where it ended. Sousuke shifted in his hand, hips twitching up, just slightly. Nitori looked back up, intently into Sousuke’s eyes. “I want you to do the rest,” he said.
“So demanding~ Who’s the dirty one now?” Sousuke teased as he eagerly sat forward, securing himself to Nitori with both hands on his ass as he pecked a couple kisses from his navel down to the top of his briefs.
“I never said I wasn’t~” Nitori’s chuckle turned into soft lustful moans as Sousuke’s lips again worked their magic on his skin, tingling the short distance through his core and down his trapped length, that strained against the fabric at each kiss. “Mmm.. Sousuke… Yes…” One of Nitori’s slender hands reached down and worked its way into Sousuke’s hair. “Please… More…”
Sousuke’s eyes darted up softly to Nitori’s. “Yes, captain,” he replied sweetly. It sent a thrill down Nitori’s spine. His hands found their way off of Nitori’s rear to slowly pull down front of his briefs, the smaller swimmer’s erection still trapped in the fabric. Sousuke’s eyes glinted, and darted quickly up to Nitori’s face as he revealed nothing but smooth, smooth skin, so newly shaved that not even a shadow of stubble had begun to show. Nitori was looking back, panting, desire - need - in his eyes.
“You know shaving this part doesn’t really do anything for you in the water, right?” Sousuke teased.
Nitori laughed. “Well, if I’m doing the rest of it, I- Haaaahhh~” He was cut off as Sousuke shut his mouth and put away his grin to trace a wet line with his tongue down Nitori’s abs, and over his smooth skin, stopping when he got to the elastic.
“So, everything is smooth?” He stalled.
“W-why not?” Nitori reddened another shade and whimpered softly, his cock leaping against the gathered fabric, fingers tightening in Sousuke’s hair.
“I like it,” Sousuke reassured him before getting back to what he was doing. The taller swimmer pulled the briefs the rest of the way away from Nitori’s cock. The modest length shifted straighter from its confines, sliding its way bit by bit with each throb to rest in the dip of the makeshift elastic sling, crown glistening as Sousuke pulled the fabric clear away.
And there it was - Nitori, exposed, again. For the last time as a virgin, as someone merely playing at this. He felt Sousuke’s breath, felt the lust burning between them. The tip of his member sported a clear drop of arousal clinging to the sensitive skin, the gentle wrinkles of his frenulum the gleaming benefactors of where it would go next. “Sousuke…” Nitori sighed heatedly, stroking his boyfriend’s hair, wanting to ask but not daring to, wanting to observe for himself what shape Sousuke’s lust took .
Nitori didn't need to ask. The thrill of seeing the glistening, pink skin, the smell Nitori's arousal, the fingers sharply gripping his hair - all of it made Sousuke desperate.
The silver-haired boy’s pulse quickened as he watched Sousuke’s intent take form, hand reaching, curling...
Sousuke slid his fingers down Nitori's length, guiding them into a gentle fist so he could guide the tip closer to his mouth for an affectionate lick.
Nitori outright whimpered. He caught himself, and drew his lip between his teeth as the warmth of such a simple, hot, wet action made him twitch in Sousuke’s hand and tied his stomach in knots. He missed this… so much. The past three nights, their restraint, his mixed signals; something like this was so much simpler than that. Tangible. Nitori offering himself, asking, and Sousuke indulging himself - them both - in answer. He let his jaw open again, panting loudly as his pulse pounded in his ears. “Yes… Yes, Sou…”
Sousuke only granted Nitori a couple kisses, and a lick to clean away the first drops of precum. He moved Nitori easily to the cushions, rolling himself onto his knees to face his prone boyfriend and slip his briefs all the way off. Nitori eagerly cooperated, lifting his hips and grinning up at Sousuke as his lithe legs framed his face until he lowered them back to the cushions, spread wide and presenting everything for Sousuke. Sousuke felt a little sentimental with Nitori bared beneath him on the same sofa they'd grown their friendship on, watching B movies and eating take-out while his shoulder was strapped into a sling. Sentimental, but mainly really horny. The same clearly went for Nitori.
After casting aside Nitori's last vestige of clothing, Sousuke moved in closer, tilting himself and hooking his arm under Nitori's leg so he could lavish the inside of his boyfriend’s knee with kisses.
Nitori looked up adoringly, reached up to again find Sousuke’s hair as he hummed. His leg hung in the air, foot bent, toes flexing with the delightful sensations his lover’s lips sent along his skin. “Come here~” he said, reaching with his other hand for Sousuke’s shirt and tugging. “And take this thing off.”
Sousuke obediently set Nitori's leg down and shed his shirt, tossing it to the floor to join Nitori's clothing. Nitori curled up, propping himself up on an elbow to trail his spare hand and his eyes down the front of Sousuke’s rippling body before happily rejoining Sousuke’s gaze. Any of the hesitation Sousuke felt before was gone, and he wasted no time at all in assuming his position over Nitori, hips snug between his boyfriend's bare legs, roughly kissing at his mouth.
Nitori easily accommodated him, lowering back to the cushion and wrapping an arm around Sousuke’s neck, the other around his back as he hooked his ankles between Sousuke’s calves. He kissed eagerly, softly, moaning and licking, panting between slow presses of lips. Sousuke supported himself on his left arm, both to take the pressure of his right, and to give his hand the freedom to explore the gentle angles of Nitori's waist, his hips, his ass. Nitori rolled his hips with Sousuke’s touches, pressing his heels into the cushion to raise them high, his straining, arching length brushing against the fabric of Sousuke’s sweats and sliding beside his boyfriend’s. Nitori was in heaven, even just here, like this, smothered in desire and giving it back in equal measure. He threaded his fingers through Sousuke’s hair and blinked his eyes half open to nuzzle the other’s nose. “Nnn… Sousuke…” he said, placing another brief kiss on Sousuke’s lips. “I could stay like this forever…” He was a flustered mess, harder than a rock and breathing slow but heavily. This was a moment, their moment, and he was taking in as much of it as he could. If the sex they would have was half as good as this intimacy, right here, there would still be nothing to regret.
When Nitori broke away from the kiss, Sousuke moved his mouth down to his neck. Nitori mewled, fingers clutching as Sousuke’s lips and tongue made him shiver. Sousuke hummed in agreement and pulled back to kiss his collarbone and chest. The words Nitori had uttered didn't fail to make his heart swell. Forever, the two of them, and Nitori wanted it, too.
“No you couldn't,” Sousuke snickered. He caught a bit nub of nipple between his teeth before sweetly caressing it with his tongue. Nitori’s cock throbbed hard against his hip as his breath hitched and he moaned. “You'd come like five minutes into forever.”
“O-only if you took it that far,” Nitori managed to point out with a weak smirk of his own, his chin tucked to his chest as Sousuke lavished him.
“Of course I would.”
Nitori chuckled, a bit heavy with his arousal. “Good,” he said.
Sousuke looked daringly down at Nitori, but then softened his smirk into gentle smile. “You still want to keep going?”
Nitori’s enthusiastic nods were shallow, and he licked his lips. “You feel amazing, Sou, but I… I feel like I’m not doing enough…” he said, honest concern peeking through his blushing face as he stroked Sousuke’s hair.
“You can do whatever you want, Ai,” Sousuke replied softly, nuzzling into the Nitori's hand. “You don't have to do anything. It's your first time, you can take it easy. This time.”
Nitori nodded in response, the simple gesture from Sousuke making his heart swell. He reached down with his thumb and brushed it across Sousuke’s lips, eliciting a reflexive kiss. The soft friction was somehow perfect as it warmed Nitori’s thumb, and his wrist. So that was why people did weird things like that. “I…” His eyes got lost in Sousuke as he tried to find more words. “I wanna touch you too,” he said, reaching with the hand on Sousuke’s back down toward his waistband, fingers not quite reaching. “I want to keep kissing you and never stop. Everywhere.”
“Yeah, where are you going to start?” Sousuke asked to get Nitori talking as he stood up, taking his boyfriend's hand so they could migrate to the bed.
It was a good idea. Nitori took the hand and followed to his feet. He gazed up into Sousuke’s eyes and answered by slinging his other hand around the thick, muscular neck and reaching up to kiss his lips briefly. “I don’t know,” he said, settling back down and stepping tentatively toward the hallway. “Whatever I can reach.”