Rin brushed his thumb over Haru's lips, swollen and red. Maybe he should be more careful with his teeth, he thinks...
Until Haru grabbed Rin by the shoulders and crushed both their lips together.
They held off from this for a long time, since it would interfere with their swimming. But tonight, after their big win, there was only way for them to celebrate.
Of course when they arrived at the hotel, Rin put on a show to his team about how mad he was about the sleeping arrangements-- but when asked if he wanted a room with separate beds (or worse, a different room) Rin pretended to be resigned to the current set up. No use going through the trouble now to change it, he told them with a huff.
Rin remembered how much of a fuss he made about sharing a bed that time in Australia, both of them so awkward and oblivious. Before one rushed kiss behind a row of lockers, out of sight of the others, after their first race on the same team in many years. Keeping their relationship secret to all but their closest friends, their fumbling hands became more sure in their touches. This connection between them only came a close second to feeling each other's presence in the water. (Something that Haru would think started to rub off on Rin.)
They pulled themselves out of the room's spacious bathtub and took this to their large, soft bed. Buying the lubricant and condoms turned Rin bright red at the register at a small convenience store, trying to play it off, but in times like this he wondered why he ever gave a fuck what they might think...
Haru lifted his free hand up to Rin's face, brushing a lock of hair out of the way. "Rin--" he started to say, interrupted by the hitch in his breath. "Quiet, they'll hear..." Haru's rare show of caution only came about because he knew Rin cared about their reputation with the team. But he pushed two fingers up into Rin as he spoke, making Rin forget what he said for a moment. If anything, Rin found that a sign to be even louder.
"It's okay," Rin said, voice not restrained at all. It's a large room, and as long as they don't screw on every surface and push each other up against the walls, they would attract no trouble. Right? Even if that sounds like such a great idea.
"Bet they're... out celebrating too."
Rin lowered his hips down onto Haru's fingers, letting out a sharp moan, his gaze focused on Haru's eyes looking back up at him. He reached him to take Haru's cock in hand, roughly, drawing a gasp from him. It's not enough for Rin just to have Haru's fingers, even if they do drive him wild.
FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, E
(Self-consciousness...? ...???)
Rin brushed his thumb over Haru's lips, swollen and red. Maybe he should be more careful with his teeth, he thinks...
Until Haru grabbed Rin by the shoulders and crushed both their lips together.
They held off from this for a long time, since it would interfere with their swimming. But tonight, after their big win, there was only way for them to celebrate.
Of course when they arrived at the hotel, Rin put on a show to his team about how mad he was about the sleeping arrangements-- but when asked if he wanted a room with separate beds (or worse, a different room) Rin pretended to be resigned to the current set up. No use going through the trouble now to change it, he told them with a huff.
Rin remembered how much of a fuss he made about sharing a bed that time in Australia, both of them so awkward and oblivious. Before one rushed kiss behind a row of lockers, out of sight of the others, after their first race on the same team in many years. Keeping their relationship secret to all but their closest friends, their fumbling hands became more sure in their touches. This connection between them only came a close second to feeling each other's presence in the water. (Something that Haru would think started to rub off on Rin.)
They pulled themselves out of the room's spacious bathtub and took this to their large, soft bed. Buying the lubricant and condoms turned Rin bright red at the register at a small convenience store, trying to play it off, but in times like this he wondered why he ever gave a fuck what they might think...
Haru lifted his free hand up to Rin's face, brushing a lock of hair out of the way. "Rin--" he started to say, interrupted by the hitch in his breath. "Quiet, they'll hear..." Haru's rare show of caution only came about because he knew Rin cared about their reputation with the team. But he pushed two fingers up into Rin as he spoke, making Rin forget what he said for a moment. If anything, Rin found that a sign to be even louder.
"It's okay," Rin said, voice not restrained at all. It's a large room, and as long as they don't screw on every surface and push each other up against the walls, they would attract no trouble. Right? Even if that sounds like such a great idea.
"Bet they're... out celebrating too."
Rin lowered his hips down onto Haru's fingers, letting out a sharp moan, his gaze focused on Haru's eyes looking back up at him. He reached him to take Haru's cock in hand, roughly, drawing a gasp from him. It's not enough for Rin just to have Haru's fingers, even if they do drive him wild.
They were going to both be so sore tomorrow.