Oh, when Sousuke's voiced dropped like that it did things to him. Very hot things. He could feel himself getting hard against Sousuke's body. And he was suddenly aware that Sousuke's was pressed against his thigh. It felt like it had gotten bigger...
He smiled, his own voice going soft as he spoke. "Well, never on a beach before," he moved one hand from Sousuke's waist to his chest and lets it rest there. Sousuke's so well built, Ryouta can't help but want to touch. Well, Sousuke isn't moving.
"I've never used swimming as seduction tool," he met Sousuke's teal eyes. He wondered if Sousuke had used this spot to seduce other boys or girls. Probably not. He imagined that Sousuke was more like himself; others came to him, and if he was in the mood he let it happen. "Is this a normal seduction routine?" he teased.
This was... new to Ryouta. Most of the boys he'd been with had been other models, unsurprising. Most boys in basketball were straight or extremely in the closet. Ryouta himself wasn't in the closet, but he wasn't exactly out except to his family and a select group of friends. He hadn't been with someone he considered a more than an acquittance.
He looks down at his hand, where his hand is spread over Sousuke's pectoral. He might have Sousuke in height, but Sousuke has him in muscle mass, more than most of his friends. He's intrigued, and more than a little turned on. He wants to touch him all over.
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He smiled, his own voice going soft as he spoke. "Well, never on a beach before," he moved one hand from Sousuke's waist to his chest and lets it rest there. Sousuke's so well built, Ryouta can't help but want to touch. Well, Sousuke isn't moving.
"I've never used swimming as seduction tool," he met Sousuke's teal eyes. He wondered if Sousuke had used this spot to seduce other boys or girls. Probably not. He imagined that Sousuke was more like himself; others came to him, and if he was in the mood he let it happen. "Is this a normal seduction routine?" he teased.
This was... new to Ryouta. Most of the boys he'd been with had been other models, unsurprising. Most boys in basketball were straight or extremely in the closet. Ryouta himself wasn't in the closet, but he wasn't exactly out except to his family and a select group of friends. He hadn't been with someone he considered a more than an acquittance.
He looks down at his hand, where his hand is spread over Sousuke's pectoral. He might have Sousuke in height, but Sousuke has him in muscle mass, more than most of his friends. He's intrigued, and more than a little turned on. He wants to touch him all over.