Sousuke delayed a little as he traced his finger around the delta a few more times, then glanced over to the beach a ways off from them. Ryouta’s moan dragged into his ears and he pressed his finger lower when the blonde shifted his hips in invitation. Enough for his fingertip to find the small ring of muscle between his cheeks. Teal eyes lidded slightly on the other athlete’s smile and he leaned forward to answer the kiss, his own deeper and a little slower, but intense. “Beach,” he murmured into the kiss before kicking with his legs and carrying them both towards the shore.

The kiss broke when they were halfway there and Sousuke blinked at the teeth pricking at his lips, and the question. “Uh, no.” Oops. It wasn’t like he’d planned on this either (though swimming naked was somewhat asking for something to happen). He still wasn’t keen on carrying around condoms either, especially not in his wallet. As his feet found the ocean floor and he waited for Ryouta to get his own legs down, he shifted against him, bodies still together and hard in the cool waters. “Is that still okay?” Some guys didn’t like barebacking so… Being tactful here.