That's all Sousuke can think right now. His brain is gone, and he thinks that it's because Haru is sucking it out of his cock. Haru is taking his sweet ass time, lowering his mouth down Sousuke's cock. Sousuke swears that he's enjoying this, enjoying seeing him squirm against the wall as feels a warm, wet heat slowly take him. That's what Haru always liked, watching Sousuke be uncomfortable with every single way he looks at him.
That's how all this started. Haru never mentioned that the swim trainer that Sosuke applied to study under was his personal coach when Sousuke mentioned it to him and Makoto one time when they were having dinner together. It's probably his fault for not understanding what Makoto meant when he looked at Haru with a strange look in his eyes and Haru quickly looked back at home before taking a bite of his mackerel. He was used to their weird no-talking thing and mostly ignored it.
It was definitely his fault when he stood there stunned as Haru got out of the pool when his trainer was trying to introduce them. Haru just quietly looked at him, expression unreadable as he softly spoke out, "Sousuke."
All he could do was dumbly reply "Haru…" and barely listen to the trainer ask if they knew each other as Haru jumped back into the water.
After a practice that seemed to have lasted forever, Sousuke cornered Haru in the locker room once everyone else had left. It was oddly familiar, backing Haru up against the soda machine, except this time he wasn't warning Haru to stay away from Rin. No, this time he was after answers.
"Why didn't you tell me he was your coach?"
Haru, just like last time, looked surprised but this time, he didn't look like he was willing to back down at all. Instead, he looked Sousuke straight in his eyes, blue meeting teal, with that same expression he had back at the pool. It sent a shiver down Sousuke's spine and a warmth into his body that he had never felt before.
"Do you really want to know, Sousuke?"
He took a step towards Sousuke, their bodies pressed against each other.
"Or do you want something else?"
It took less than a second before Sousuke pushed Haru back against the soda machine, lips on his. It was hard and desperate. They kissed like that was all they could do. Before Sousuke knew it, hands were shoved into pants and they jerked each other off, muffling moans with kisses.
They didn't speak as they cleaned up, but when Haru was leaving, he looked back at Sousuke.
"See you next time, Sousuke."
Sousuke swore that this would be the last time.
Except then next time Haru climbed onto his lap in his still wet jammers, and Sousuke found himself unable to do anything but grab onto Haru's waist and pull him in for a kiss.
This became their trend. Each time, Sousuke would swear that this would be their last tryst, but there was something about the way that Haru would look at him as he was leaving and say "See you next time, Sousuke," that would make him want to come back for more.
But none of this was on Sousuke's mind at the moment. Because he's definitely sure that Haru is sucking his brain out through his cock. Whatever this is between him and Haru, Sousuke is sure that it's going to be something that last forever between them.
He can see it in Haru's eyes as he looks up at him, that this is what he wants, that Sousuke is who he wants.
And as he comes into Haru's mouth, moaning his name, Sousuke hopes that their dreams continue to coincide, so that this doesn't have to end at all.
FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, E
explicit sexual content
Haru's eyes really are blue like an ocean.
That's all Sousuke can think right now. His brain is gone, and he thinks that it's because Haru is sucking it out of his cock. Haru is taking his sweet ass time, lowering his mouth down Sousuke's cock. Sousuke swears that he's enjoying this, enjoying seeing him squirm against the wall as feels a warm, wet heat slowly take him. That's what Haru always liked, watching Sousuke be uncomfortable with every single way he looks at him.
That's how all this started. Haru never mentioned that the swim trainer that Sosuke applied to study under was his personal coach when Sousuke mentioned it to him and Makoto one time when they were having dinner together. It's probably his fault for not understanding what Makoto meant when he looked at Haru with a strange look in his eyes and Haru quickly looked back at home before taking a bite of his mackerel. He was used to their weird no-talking thing and mostly ignored it.
It was definitely his fault when he stood there stunned as Haru got out of the pool when his trainer was trying to introduce them. Haru just quietly looked at him, expression unreadable as he softly spoke out, "Sousuke."
All he could do was dumbly reply "Haru…" and barely listen to the trainer ask if they knew each other as Haru jumped back into the water.
After a practice that seemed to have lasted forever, Sousuke cornered Haru in the locker room once everyone else had left. It was oddly familiar, backing Haru up against the soda machine, except this time he wasn't warning Haru to stay away from Rin. No, this time he was after answers.
"Why didn't you tell me he was your coach?"
Haru, just like last time, looked surprised but this time, he didn't look like he was willing to back down at all. Instead, he looked Sousuke straight in his eyes, blue meeting teal, with that same expression he had back at the pool. It sent a shiver down Sousuke's spine and a warmth into his body that he had never felt before.
"Do you really want to know, Sousuke?"
He took a step towards Sousuke, their bodies pressed against each other.
"Or do you want something else?"
It took less than a second before Sousuke pushed Haru back against the soda machine, lips on his. It was hard and desperate. They kissed like that was all they could do. Before Sousuke knew it, hands were shoved into pants and they jerked each other off, muffling moans with kisses.
They didn't speak as they cleaned up, but when Haru was leaving, he looked back at Sousuke.
"See you next time, Sousuke."
Sousuke swore that this would be the last time.
Except then next time Haru climbed onto his lap in his still wet jammers, and Sousuke found himself unable to do anything but grab onto Haru's waist and pull him in for a kiss.
This became their trend. Each time, Sousuke would swear that this would be their last tryst, but there was something about the way that Haru would look at him as he was leaving and say "See you next time, Sousuke," that would make him want to come back for more.
But none of this was on Sousuke's mind at the moment. Because he's definitely sure that Haru is sucking his brain out through his cock. Whatever this is between him and Haru, Sousuke is sure that it's going to be something that last forever between them.
He can see it in Haru's eyes as he looks up at him, that this is what he wants, that Sousuke is who he wants.
And as he comes into Haru's mouth, moaning his name, Sousuke hopes that their dreams continue to coincide, so that this doesn't have to end at all.