Sousuke hummed lightly at the comment. “I guess,” he murmured. It wasn’t like he paid too much attention to all those compliments or accusations. He was too busy with his sport to bother much with it. He smoothed his fingers over the basketball player’s hips, wandering the tips along the definition of his pelvis, toying with the idea of going forward towards his ass or backwards towards his groin.
Pressed flush against the other athlete sparked nerves in his body as his skin contrasted between the water temperature and Ryouta’s warmth. But when fingers settled on his shoulder, Sousuke shuddered hard, breaking the kiss as a heated breath rushed out of his mouth. His skin flared up instantly and his body tensed up against the other boy’s, the shiver making its way all the way to their hips, his erection pulsing against the blonde’s.
It had been a bit of a cold kiss on Sousuke’s end, a little “technical” rather than heated, but there was a hint of him doing better right before it broke. The moan puffed over his lips and his forehead fell against Ryouta’s as fingers brushed at his nipple, the dusky pink circle pebbling under his touch. Sousuke brought one hand up to cup at the other’s back, pulling fingers down his spine and wandering muscle and lines.
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Date: 2016-02-23 09:01 am (UTC)Pressed flush against the other athlete sparked nerves in his body as his skin contrasted between the water temperature and Ryouta’s warmth. But when fingers settled on his shoulder, Sousuke shuddered hard, breaking the kiss as a heated breath rushed out of his mouth. His skin flared up instantly and his body tensed up against the other boy’s, the shiver making its way all the way to their hips, his erection pulsing against the blonde’s.
It had been a bit of a cold kiss on Sousuke’s end, a little “technical” rather than heated, but there was a hint of him doing better right before it broke. The moan puffed over his lips and his forehead fell against Ryouta’s as fingers brushed at his nipple, the dusky pink circle pebbling under his touch. Sousuke brought one hand up to cup at the other’s back, pulling fingers down his spine and wandering muscle and lines.