It starts out innocently enough.

Rin's taken to spending the weekends at Haru's place, and it makes Makoto feel left out. Especially with Nagisa spending more and more time at Rei's, whether or not it's a weekday or not.

Makoto can no longer just head over to Haru's place and announce his presence; he's learnt that the hard way.

So Makoto starts spending more time with Sousuke, in his and Rin's room. They do homework, sometimes they talk - well, it's mostly Makoto who talks and Sousuke who listens, or just hang out in the same room without talking for hours; reading books or watching movies.

Then Makoto takes to spending the nights, sleeping in Sousuke's bed as he's once again managed to forget the time and decides staying is easier. Makoto claims it's so he won't wake his siblings, but something in his voice betrays him.

Sousuke wonders, but doesn't prod, glad for the company. It also means he gets to sleep in the bottom bunk for once, which he prefers.

All in all, the solution works out well for all of them.

Until one night after they've stayed up late watching a movie and Makoto is barely awake enough to get undressed and climb into the top bunk before falling asleep instantly.
Sousuke is less tired, finding it harder to succumb to sleep, instead tossing and turning for what feels like an hour.

And then...

And then Sousuke hears Makoto say his name in his sleep. No. He doesn't say it as much as sigh it, but when that turns into moans, Sousuke freezes. In a way, he feels like he's intruding upon Makoto, but they're in his room, and Makoto is in Sousuke's bed.

What the hell is going on?! The thought flashes through Sousuke's head, as another part of him starts to pay more attention than he would like. Fuck.

Sousuke tries to take calm, deep breaths, thoughts racing, trying to think of something, anything, else.
Because this...

He would lie if he said he'd never thought about it. Makoto is attractive, kind and compassionate, and attentive. The first of the Iwatobi team to reach out to him, to befriend him as they once had Rin.

It's just because he's in my bed. I forgot to change the sheets and they smell like me, that's why. Nothing else. Nothing... more.

While the thoughts should be reassuring, they're anything but. Sousuke's heart does this odd little motion; skipping a beat then leaping into a galopp.

He stays absolutely still in bed, while above him Makoto continues to let Sousuke's name fall from his lips, and oh..!
That's.. that's a thing, apparently.
This, at least, is something Sousuke can honestly say he'd not thought about; Makoto being vocal and topping.
Whenever Sousuke's allowed himself to think about him - the very, very few times thank you very much - he always envisioned Makoto as this shy creature who would take care not to get too vocal, lest others would hear.

But if what's going on above him - in Makoto's dreams - is anything to go by, then Sousuke is happy to find he's misjudged Makoto.

Not that anything could ever come of it.
Not like he'd talk to Makoto about it, or even mention it.

Because that... that would make everything really, really different.

The rest of the night is agony, Sousuke trying his best to ignore the increasingly louder sounds escaping past Makoto's lips, while fighting to contain his own groans and the heat surging in his groin.

Eventually he falls asleep from pure exhaustion, and he can't remember his dreams when he wakes up, though he can't shake the lingering feeling that they were filled with Makoto.

Makoto leaves early the next morning, appearing only a bit more rested than Sousuke, who spends the rest of the day in a daze, fighting the urge to take care of himself when he showers, knowing it would be a breach of trust to think about Makoto like that.

-

There's something about Makoto's smile.

Sousuke's been enamoured with that smile ever since he first saw it, but there seems to be something different about it now. He just can't quite place his finger on it.

Throughout their joint practice, Sousuke keeps watching Makoto. Watches his muscles ripple in the water, the way his body bends when he throws himself backwards. It's not until Rin punches his shoulder that he realises that he's staring rather than watching, too absorbed to have heard his best friend talk to him.

"What?" He frowns at Rin, and Rin just rolls his eyes at him, clearly understanding just who is on the receiving end of Sousuke's attention.
"Don't 'what' me. Like I haven't noticed something different between you two."
"Huh?" Now Sousuke's feeling even more confused than before.

Rin nods towards where Makoto is laughing at something Nagisa said or did.

"His smile. It's different when aimed towards you, and it wasn't last time I saw the two of you together. Spill."
"There's nothing to say!" Sousuke looks towards the Iwatobi team, eyes locking with Makoto's and oh, yeah. He can see it now. The smile aimed at him now is not the one that was aimed at Rei the moment before.

"Uhu." Rin sounds unimpressed, but there's really nothing Sosuke can say that will make Rin believe everything's as it's been the past few weeks, that it's all still the same.

Because it's not.

Sousuke doesn't know what's changed between them; it's an unspoken thing that happened simultaneously on both parts, with neither of them aware of it. Or maybe Makoto is, but Sousuke certainly isn't.

They haven't seen each other since the morning after Makoto stayed over last and… talked, in his sleep. Sousuke would be lying if he said he'd not thought about that every moment since, wondering if he should talk to Makoto about it.

But he fears that Makoto would stay away, that things would change between them and that they would only meet at practice and during competitions. Sousuke finds he's become, for the lack of a better word, dependant on these days, when Makoto stays over, be it for a couple hours or the entire weekend.

In short, if Sousuke's to be completely honest, he would feel alone without Makoto there.

Before Rin can press the matter again, Nanase's walked over to them and Rin shifts, seemingly unconsciously, to stand flush against his boyfriend's side.

Sousuke's heart does a weird thing in his chest and Sousuke cannot for the life of him understand what it is. He knows it's not jealousy; Nanase and he are competitors who have barely spoken a word to on another, and most of them haven't been kind, and Rin is his best friend and brother in all but blood.

Shifting his gaze back to Makoto who is now chatting with Momo and Nitori, Sousuke can still feel Nanase's eyes staring at him, and when Makoto again smiles at him, that new, secret smile, Sousuke fights against the need to squirm under the weight of Nanase's gaze, seemingly trying to burn holes into him.

But it's nothing compared to the warmth that spreads through him from knowing that that smile is for him, and him alone. Not for fucking Nanase, or his other friends.

Thankfully Rin notices the way Nanase is acting, and is quick to steer his boyfriend away before anything can happen between them, saying in an off-handed way that Haru can help him pack as they'll be spending the weekend at his place. And of course he throws a wicked grin over his shoulder, aimed straight as Sousuke and then the fucker has the audacity to wink at him.

Oh, Rin will pay for this later on!

"What was that all about?" Makoto's voice rings out from beside him, and Sousuke jumps a bit, too far gone in his thoughts to have noticed Makoto approaching.
"Oh. Nothing." Sousuke pretends that his short conversation with Rin hadn't planted certain thoughts in his head. "You staying over tonight?"

"I wasn't sure, so I didn't bring anything," Makoto says, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks for some reason. There's a slight change to his tone that makes Sousuke wonder if something's wrong, that maybe Makoto doesn't want to spend time with him after all, and is trying to let him down easy.
"Oh. That's fine."
"That's not…" Makoto sighs, hiding his face behind his palm. His very large palm, Sousuke notices and can feel his own cheeks heat up.

A few moments later, it seems Makoto's regained his resolve, and he looks straight into Sousuke's eyes.

"I wasn't sure you wanted me to stay over again."
"What made you think that?" Sousuke frowns at him, confusion filling him. What could possibly make him think that I wouldn't want him to?
"I… Nevermind. If you want me to, I can stay. I still don't have anything to sleep it though…" Makoto trails off, sounding uncertain. Sousuke wonders if his eyes are playing tricks on him, because he could swear Makoto's blush just deepened.

"I'm sure I have something you could borrow. We're the same size after all." Sousuke tries to sound nonchalant, but there's a slight quiver in his voice that he hopes Makoto didn't pick up on.

"Okay." Makoto bites his lips, looking up at Sasuke from beneath his lashes and Sousuke feels like he'll combust if he doesn't get away from Makoto for long enough to regain his composure.

Fuck! When had that happened?

He tries to convince himself that it's all Rin's fault, that he let him get under his skin with his teasing and reading into things that aren't true, but that would be a lie. Because Makoto… Makoto is the one who's gotten under his skin, by being kind and patient and becoming a presence Sousuke finds he can rely on.

"Okay," Sousuke parrots. "But we should probably wait for a whil before heading to my room."
When Makoto just looks at him, confusion colouring those green, green eyes, Sousuke explains.
"Rin and Nanase just went there to pack for the weekend."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Wanna grab something to eat while we wait?"

Makoto smiles at him, and that smile is all that Sousuke needs.

-

They eat dinner without talking, a heavy silence looming over them like the air right before a thunderstorm.
It's not like they haven't sat together in silence before, but this is completely different. This is the first time the silence has been awkward and neither of them knows what to say or do to make it feel normal again, like it once used to.

The storm breaks later that night, literally and figuratively.

It's late, and they've just finished watching a movie that had more to do with having something to filling the silence than an actual want of watching that particular one.
Makoto had seemed distracted throughout, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, chewing on his bottom lip and Sousuke found it hard to focus on the movie, instead watching Makoto.

Something definitely seems to be off with Makoto, but Sousuke - while wanting to find out, maybe he can help? - is afraid of finding out just what it is, worries he's done or said anything that made his new friend want to stay away.

Well. Here goes nothing.

"Makoto?"
"Yes?"
"You would tell me if something was wrong, right? You seemed fine until…" Until the others left. Until we were alone. Sousuke leaves the last part out, the words stuck in his throat. "If you don't want to stay, it's fine. You can still catch the last ride home, right?"

Sousuke doesn't look at Makoto throughout the exchange, so he doesn't see Makoto biting his bottom lip until it bleeds, wringing his hands, body shaking a a bit.

"I…"

Outside, the sky is dark, and thunder claps. Their room is dark, but illuminated seconds later by a flash of lightning, reflected in Sousuke's glasses.
Which is when sees the blood on Makoto's lips.
Just as Sousuke is about to reach out to him, rain starts pounding on the window. Large, heavy drops that drowns out all sounds but the harsh breathing from Makoto.

Thunder, followed by lighting and Makoto shoots out of the bottom bunk, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Makoto. You're not afraid of the storm, are you?" His only answer is a violent head shake, and then Makoto speaks, for the first time in hours, apart from one-syllable replies.
"I have to go!"

Before Sousuke can get out of the bed, banging his head against the frame of the top bunk, Makoto's got his shoes on, tearing through the halls, leaving his jacket behind.
Sousuke runs out after him, not even putting his own shoes on and not caring about anything but catching up to Makoto to find out what exactly it is that's going on - because no way would Makoto just act like this and then bolt if everything was okay.

"Makoto!" Sousuke shouts, but the rain is falling faster now, the thunder is closer, drowning out any chance of Makoto hearing him. Then the lightning flashes again, and Sousuke sees the outline of a figure ahead, moving away from him.

He is soaked through already, feet cold, the ground sharp against his bare skin as he wills himself to run faster, to stop Makoto from leaving until he gets an explanation.
Now Sousuke can see the station ahead, the train pulling away and he hopes he is not too late.

"Makoto!" He shouts his name again, willing the other man to be there, to not have managed to reach the train.

There! A figure standing hunched in the rain, soaked through just like him, barely visible through the fog and water on his glasses.
Sousuke calls out to him again, and when the lightning strikes again, hitting a tree this time, the sparks flying off, the figure turns towards him and…

It's Makoto.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Sousuke doesn't intend to sound angry, but he's worried and scared and he cares so, so much about him, and oh…

Makoto is crying. Sousuke doesn't know how he came to the realisation, that there is both rain and tears on Makoto's face, but there is and Sousuke hates himself for shouting, for swearing at him.

"I'm sorry…"
"I'm sorry!"

Their eyes lock, surprise on both their faces evident. This time, Makoto had been the loud one, and Sousuke the soft-spoken one.

"I shouldn't have ran off. Not like that."
"And I shouldn't have pressed, and then shouted at you just now."

The rain is easing up, but only because the thunder and lightning is getting closer, the eye of the storm moving towards them, threatening to catch them in the middle less they get inside.

"We should go inside."
"Sousuke..."
"If.. If you want to. If you want to call your parents to…"

The rest of the words remain unsaid as Makoto throws himself at Sousuke, locking their lips together. Sousuke's brain short-circuits for a moment, as though he is a robot in water, but then, just as Makoto's about to pull away due to a lack of response, Sousuke surges forward, one had on the back of Makoto's head, the other at the small of his back. Sousuke can taste the blood on his tongue from when Makoto bit his own lip earlier.

Makoto's hands roam all over Sousuke's arms and back before he settles for burying them in his tank top, holding him close. They only break apart when thunder is immediately followed by lightning and they realise it's no longer safe to be outside.
So Sousuke grabs Makoto's hand, dragging him back into the dorm, then kissing him as soon as they're in his room, pushing Makoto up against the door, making sure to lock it.

"S… Sousuke..." A shudder runs through both of them, but neither is sure if it's from being wet and cold, or if it's something else.
Their hands start roaming, as if of their own accord, leaving traces of fire in their wake to rival the cold rain, goosebumps appearing as the fire cools, only to flare up again when the hands stroke over the flesh again, and again, and again.

When they break apart to breathe, Makoto moves to remove Sousuke's tank top, glasses making it less easy, but when Sousuke makes a move to remove his glasses, he is instructed to keep them on.

"I.. ah… Didn't know you had a thing for glasses," Sousuke remarks, breath laboured.
"Only on a certain guy," Makoto remarks, an uncharacteristic tone colouring his voice that Sousuke identifies as mischievousness. It makes Sousuke feel even more turned on.

Sousuke growls as he surges forward, capturing Makoto's lips with his own, hands cupping his head before moving down to roam over his back, and then unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as it lays discarded on the floor, Sousuke grabs Makoto's ass and lifts him up; Makoto reacting by wrapping his legs around his waist for purchase.

The resounding thud of Makoto's back once again hitting the door makes them both pause, listening for sounds of other doors opening, of someone coming to investigate.

One heartbeat, two, ten, twenty. Nothing.

This time they reach out simultaneously, but this time the kiss is less frantic, less hurried; instead it's slower, more deliberate.

Makoto starts rutting against him, and Sousuke copies him moaning at the sensation. He is strong, more than capable of holding Makoto up like this but his resolve is faltering and just kissing is not enough. He needs more, but only if Makoto is comfortable with it.

"Bed?" he asks against the skin on Makoto's neck, nibbling his way down to his collarbone, then starts sucking on the skin. In return, Makoto groans, digging his fingers into Sousuke's skin, and Sousuke can tell from the pressure that it will leave marks but he couldn't possibly care less.

He can't speak for Makoto, but Sousuke will find no shame in bearing the marks of tonight, instead showing it off proudly, not caring who sees or who knows. And if Makoto doesn't want this to happen again, or to let others know it was he who left the marks, well, then Sousuke will respect his wishes.
In fact, Sousuke doesn't even know if anyone knows Makoto's into guys, but, right now, that is far from the most pressing matter.

"Yeah." The answer comes out as a breathless moan, and Sousuke just then mouths at what turns out to be a very sensitive spot just below Makoto's right ear. "Bed. Good."

Sousuke chuckles at the way Makoto's already struggling with his words, then carries him over to the bed, letting both of them fall down on it, careful not to crush Makoto under him. Though based on how similar they are in size and build, Makoto could no doubt handle it.

And maybe, next time, Makoto could be the one to hold Sousuke up against the door, which is something Sousuke never thought would happen; having settled for the thought that he would always be the large, strong guy in a relationship. Makoto however, might just give as good as he gets.

The bed creaks as they land on it, bouncing in a way that makes their hips bump against each other, and they both need a moment to just breathe from the sensation.
Then Makoto starts unbuckling his own pants and Sousuke reluctantly gets off of him and on his feet so he can remove his own pair of rain-soaked sweatpants before helping Makoto peel off his own, which cling to him like a second skin.

Once they're just in their underwear, Sousuke can't help but climb into bed again, a knee between Makoto's legs, almost - but not quite - rubbing against Makoto's dick.
For a moment, all Sousuke can do is look down at Makoto whose skin is flushed, pupils dilated and breath coming in short bursts.

"Beautiful."

He doesn't realise he's said the word out loud until Makoto blushes again, a deep crimson, and then his eyes fall shut.

"Look at me." It's not an order, more of a question really, but Makoto does as Sousuke says. "I meant what I said. You are beautiful and don't ever let anyone tell you differently." The sappiness is unexpected, even for him, especially from him and Sousuke has no idea where it's coming from, but the words are out, the words are true and Makoto needs to know.

"I've barely managed to tear my eyes away from you all day. Watching you swim, how powerful you look. How your eyes sparkle as you laugh, the way you smile at the others. The way you smile at me. Ever since last weekend I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You don't know this, but the last night you were here, you talked in your sleep and…"

If Sousuke thought Makoto was red before, then it's nothing compared to now.

"Well..." Makoto starts, then bites his lip again, swollen and covered in saliva. Sousuke cocks his head, brow furrowing slightly. Makoto's nextwords comes out in a rush: "I wasn't asleep."

It takes Sousuke a few seconds to comprehend just what Makoto said, and then…

"You did that on purpose?!" Sousuke can't believe it; that sweet, innocent Makoto did that, knowing full well what he was doing. But not... "Did you know I was awake? That I barely slept that night because I couldn't stop thinking about you, that I've been dreaming about you every night?" His voice is a growl at the end, and normally Makoto would look uncertain, would hesitate. But not this time.

This time there is defiance in Makoto's voice. He looks straight into Sousuke's eyes and the defiance can be found there as well.

"It's not my fault you're so stupidly handsome!" He huffs. "I kept thinking you wanted me to stay because you liked me as more than a friend but you never made a move and then you sat so damn close and still nothing and I thought I'd just read into things and then I couldn't hold it in and I thought you were asleep…"

Fuck. Seems there's some fire in you after all, Makoto...

"So what you're saying is if I wasn't so stupid, if I taken the hint, we could have started this weeks ago? And that I could have joined you last weekend?"
"Uhm.. yes?" The defiance has been replaced with uncertainty; the fight's left Makoto for the second time that night and Sousuke marvels at the quick changes in conflicting personalities.
"Then you agree we shouldn't waste a moment more?"

In reply, Makoto moves so he can grind his dick against Sousuke's leg, and that's all the incentive Sousuke needs.
So he moves to swirl his tongue around one of Makoto's nipples, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to tweak at his other nipple.

Makoto in return palms at Sousuke's dick with one hand, burying the other in his hair, holding him in place, nails scraping against his scalp.

"I should punish you for that night," Sousuke says, breathing over the sensitive nipple, causing a shiver to run through Makoto. "Make you stay awake, thinking about me, unable to seek release in case someone finds out, in case they hear you."

Sousuke moves his leg so it's once again beyond Makoto's reach.

"You wouldn't!" Makoto stares up at him, wide eyed.

"Try me." Sousuke grins down at him, and it's a predatory thing that makes Mako shudder beneath him.

He moves lower, licking and nibbling his way across Makoto's chest.

"I wouldn't let you when or how." He makes a mark on the ribcage on Makoto's left side. "Leave you in suspense." Another lower down on the opposite side. "Keep you jumping each time your phone goes off, wondering if it's me." A mark on his hip bone, again on the left side. "Waiting for me to strike." One last mark just above his other hip bone.

Makoto's hands are fisted in the sheet, hips bucking up, seeking contact. His breathing is laboured and Sousuke again thinks Makoto is beautiful, and how lucky he is to see him like this.

Sousuke sits back and looks to Makoto for permission as he moves his hands to the waistband of his boxers, then removes them when Makoto nods and lifts his hips to get them off easier. They get tossed into a corner somewhere, forgotten.

For a moment, Sousuke can do nothing but marvel at the sight before him, before he moves forward to drag Makoto to the edge of the bed and then he takes Makoto's leaking dick into his mouth, one hand at the base of it, the other ghosting over his chest.

As soon as Sousuke touches him, Makoto cries out, arching his back.

"S… Sousuke!" In reply, he hums around Makoto's dick, which causes Makoto's hips to twitch, his dick hitting the back of Sousuke's throat. "I'm… ah… sorry."
"Don't be," Sousuke says after letting go of his dick for a moment, then he grins up at Makoto. "Apparently I have no gag-reflex."

Oh, the sound that leaves Makoto's lips at that statement! Sousuke will definitely remember that for later.

"You don't need to hold back. Just fuck my mouth." Then he takes in all of Makoto's length at once, moving the hand that had previously held his dick and moves it to rub against his entrance.

Makoto's breathing even harder now, chasing both the tight, wet warmth of Sousuke's mouth and the finger now inching its way inside him at once.
The sounds of Makoto's dick hitting the back of Sousuke's throat coupled with the choking sounds he makes himself are obscene, and Sousuke is sure he can come from just this.

It doesn't take long before Makoto grabs Sousuke's hair with one hand, attempting to pull him off.
"Sou.. Sousuke, I'm.. ah, so close!"

But Sousuke doesn't move, instead increases his speed, sucking and pushing his finger all the way.
When Makoto comes seconds later, Sousuke swallows it all down, only pulling off after Makoto is fully spent and too sensitive to be touched.

"Come here," Makoto instructs as he sits up, pulling Sousuke down on his lap, kissing him deeply, Sousuke holding Makoto's face between his hands and when he pulls away to breathe there's a look of reverence on Sousuke's face.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," Sousuke says, looking straight into Makoto's eyes before kissing him again.
"I can make you even luckier," Makoto retorts, and this time he is the one grinning. Then he pushes Sousuke back so that he lands on the floor, Makoto on top.

Makoto wastes no time, moving to mouth at Sousuke's dick through his boxers, and when he inhales sharply, Sousuke feels ready to burst right then and there. Just the sight of Makoto on all fours, looking up at him through his lashes with a predatory shine in his eyes… Fuck!

The fact that he is close must be apparent on his face, because Makoto's grinning at him now as he moves a hand to fondle Sousuke through his underwear, rather than remove it. Then he moves, and Sousuke expects Makoto to kiss him, but instead he start sucking on his neck, intent to leave his own mark on Sousuke in return.

And then, then Makoto bites down gently over Sousuke's pulse point and Sousuke comes in his underwear, feeling like a hormonal teenager (which is is) experience his first orgasm at the hands of another person (which he isn't). But this is Makoto, and Makoto is special, so Sousuke find he's excused.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to go again," Makoto says, sounding a bit out of breath. Shit.
"I.. I don't have any…" Sousuke doesn't get to finish his sentence as Makoto reaches into his own bag and takes out lube and condoms.
"I stole some from Haru," Makoto shrugs. "He's got a small storage and I figured he wouldn't miss any."

Sousuke grimases. "Our best friends doing it is not something I wanna think about right now, but fuck am I glad you thought ahead." Then, "you planned for this to happen?"
"Well, I was hoping…"

Surging forward to capture Makoto's lips again, Sousuke groans at the cleverness of the other boy.

"Bed?"
"Bed." Makoto rises to his feet first, helping Sousuke up.
"How…" Makoto swallows hard. "How do you wanna…"
"Ride me?" It's a question, so full of hope and something else, something Sousuke's not dared to express before.
"Yeah… okay." Makoto sounds stunned, but quickly regains his composure.

So Sousuke moves to the bed, sitting at the edge and drags Makoto down to sit on his lap. They start kissing again as Sousuke grabs the lube and starts coating his fingers, wasting no time before he guides it to Makoto's entrance.

The first finger slips in easily, so a second soon joins it, making Makoto break the kiss in order to rest his head on Sousuke's shoulder, focusing on just breathing. Sousuke sees his chance, and starts kissing his neck, sucking on his lobe and tracing the shell of his ear with his tongue.

Makoto's rocking back and forth, his member rapidly hardening again which causes Sousuke to feel his own member to do the same.

"More," Makoto mumbles into Sousuke's shoulder, and Sousuke finds he can't deny Makoto anything, so he does as asked; moving his fingers in and out, curling them and when he manages to his the right spot inside him, Makoto shudders.
"Stop, Sousukle, I'm gonna…"

Sousuke pulls his fingers out, making Makoto whimper at the loss.

"Ready?" Sousuke asks, and Makoto can only nod in reply.

He lies back, shuffling further in so his entire body is on the bed, and then Makoto climbs up over him, making sure to pump Sousuke's dick a few times before once again kissing him; just a short peck this time.

The hand on his dick, and the feeling of Makoto's body hovering over his, heat radiating off of his skin is almost too much and Sousuke makes a broken sound that sounds like a plea.

Thankfully Makoto pulls away from the kiss and grabs a condom and the bottle of lube, applying both to Sousuke's member.
A string of curses escapes Sousuke at the touch, and he mumbles "too much, too much, Makoto…"

Then Makoto lowers himself slowly onto Sousuke, and they're both trying to just breathe and not come right there and then.

"So good, Makoto, all for me." Sousuke throws his head back and forth, the stimulation too slow and not fast enough and too much and not enough all at once.

"All for you," Makoto replies, reaching up to hold Sousuke's arms above his head, restraining him. They both know Sousuke is strong enough to get out of the grip if he wants to, but there's something about the choice he makes by allowing it, trusting Makoto as much as he does.

It feels like forever, but finally Sousuke is buried fully in Makoto. Breathing is becoming harder now, and Sousuke is glad Makoto's on top because he can't control the shallow thrusts of his own hips, and Sousuke needs a moment more before he can start moving.

Then Makoto starts pulling up and then down again, so very slowly it's agonizing for both of them. It takes a while to find a rhythm, seeing as Sousuke is unable to help Makoto move.

The moan Makoto makes when he angles his hips a bit differently is proof enough to Sousuke that it won't take more than a couple more strokes in the same place before Makoto loses it, and so he starts meeting the thrusts in earnest, despite being held down by his lover.

"Sousuke… oh God…" Makoto arches his back, eyes screwed shut as his head is thrown back and a long, hoarse moan rises up. All Sousuke wants to do is to watch Makoto come undone, and that sound…

Makoto clamps around Sousuke's dick at the same time as semen covers Sousuke's chest in hot spurts. Some of it even hits his lower lips, and he sticks his tongue out to lap it up just as he comes himself. Sousuke bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, a breathless moan forcing its way up through his throat.

His whole body is shaking, arms thrashing in Makoto's hands, trying to grab something to hold on to but they can only find air.

Sousuke collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. He's still buried in Makoto's tight heath, and his entire body is over-sensitive.
So when Makoto bends over to lick up his semen, Sousuke cries out in both pleasure and pain because it's all too much and even the sheets at his back is too much for his sensitive skin.

Then Makoto finally pulls off of him, and Sousuke whimpers as he does. He feels empty in more than one way, but knows Makoto needed to do it, that it would have been worse if he hadn't, if they had waited.

"Should get cleaned up," Sousuke murmurs, but he yawns at the end and knows both of them are too spent to be able to get dressed, walk to the bathroom to get cloths and then return. Besides, they still fear someone might have heard something and will catch them if they leave now.
"Here," Makoto says, procuring a pack of wet wipes from his bag.

Sousuke barely has enough energy left to raise an eyebrow, but he sits up to grab some wipes to clean himself off. They get tossed in the bin alongside the used condom and Sousuke makes a mental note to empty the trash as soon as they get up in the morning. Or afternoon.

"I should probably stay in your bunk," Makoto says, and even through his post-coital haze it makes sense to Sousuke. Sleeping with a locked door is too suspicious, and unlocking it and then sleeping in the same bed would just announce this, this thing between them to everyone.

They haven't even gotten around to discussing just what this thing is yet.

"Wish you didn't have to," Sousuke mumbles sleepily. "Rather have you down here."

Just where the fuck is this sappiness coming from? he asks himself, not expecting an answer. He is never been the type to want to cuddle, but there's something about Makoto that makes him want to change that immediately. Maybe it's the puppy-dog look on his face?

"How about we have a movie marathon tomorrow and cuddle during?" The mischievous glint is back in Makoto's eyes again. "Or more?"
"I was wrong in thinking you're a puppy, You're a vixen."

Makoto just laughs at him.

"Oh… yeah, so about lending me some clothes?"
Sousuke points to where his clothes are, telling him to just grab two pairs of boxers and a t-shirt each for them. When Makoto actually blushes standing there with Sousuke's boxer in his hands, Sousuke canæt help but remark on it, despite being barely able to get out of bed to get dressed.
"We just had sex, so you wearing my boxer shouldn't be a problem."
"It's just… It's different now. I've never thought about, well, this before. I know what I would have thought if it were the other way around..."
"Oh?" Sousuke feels slightly more awake now, and definitely intrigued.
"Well… I just know that seeing you in my boxers would, uhm.."Makoto blushes harder again, something Sousuke would have thought impossible after this night. "It's different now that we've had sex. Wearing the underwear of the person you just slept with changes things, doesn't it? It's like a mark all on its own?"

Makoto still sounds uncertain, but Sousuke definitely knows what Makoto means; he just hadnæt thought about it like that.

"And, that's okay, right? It doesn't… It doesn't make you feel like we're moving too fast?" Sousuke suddenly feels worries, fearing that maybe Makoto just wanted this to be a one-time thing, that wearing Sousuke's boxer would be a statement to them both, proof for something that Makoto just might not be ready for.

Makoto kissed him, slow, languid and chaste, clutching Sousuke's boxer in one hand, the other cradling the back of his head.

"I'm happier than I've ever been, Sousuke. Because of you. Because of this," he holds the boxer up. "It's a mark I'm glad to brandish."