Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)
Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Minor Caitlyn - Freeform, Other Background Characters - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Sex Worker Viktor (League of Legends), camgirl Viktor, Trans Viktor (League of Legends), Genderfluid Viktor (League of Legends), Bisexual Disaster Jayce (League of Legends), background Mel/Elora, Background Caitlyn/Vi - Freeform, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fantasizing, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Lingerie, Sexual Overstimulation, First Kiss, First Time, Teasing, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Nipple Play, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex, PIV Sex, the D/s is a little switchy, because Jayce is a sub but also he likes to hold Viktor down and make him beg, is that domming or just being a brat?, You decide!, Jayce is in love with Viktor (League of Legends), Viktor is in love with Jayce (League of Legends)
Summary:
There's a mole peeking out from underneath, and Jayce nuzzles in even closer to kiss it, and when the cloth shifts, he can see several more moles clustered nearby, in a shape a little smaller than Jayce's palm.
They're in the shape of the constellation Cassiopeia.
Jayce stops, staring at it.
A negative image of the sky, dark stars shining against the pale skin of Viktor's inner left thigh.
Viktor tries another shove and Jayce barely even notices it. He can't look away.
Viktor's hand loosens in Jayce's hair. "Ah, Jayce? Are you okay?"
"Uh. Uh, yeah," Jayce manages. "It's just, you just, uh. You have this little cluster of moles right here?" He brushes his thumb over them. "In the shape of Cassiopeia. The constellation."
"Yes?" Viktor props himself up on his elbows to look at Jayce more easily. "I have quite a few, I'm sure you have noticed. They are not harmful. Is it-- Do they bother you?"
"What? No! No, no, I just, um. I've seen them before."
--
LISTEN. @monobuu said,
What if Jayce has this camboy that he likes watching who never shows his face and speaks with a fake American accent or whatever, but Jayce is fucking obsessed with how it’s just a little off - the accent. But anyway genuinely obsessed with this camboy. Then meets Viktor on like Grindr or something, they go in a date and get nasty and Jayce is like OH MY GOD THIS IS THE CAMBOY I LOVE bc he can tell by a very distinct set of beauty marks on his inner thigh?
And then when I finished the WIP I’d been working on I said:
Maybe I’ll attempt your camboy idea next because unless Plot Happens, it seems like I should be able to get that done in less than 5k.
Plot did not actually Happen, but it STILL wound up being 3 times longer than I estimated. Apparently I am bad at estimating. So... have 15k of PWP in which Viktor is a camgirl, Jayce is a Disaster Bisexual (what else is new) and they have So Much Sex.
All the hugs and kisses to @zillac for beta-reading!
Note: Buu and Zil both think there should be a sequel from Viktor’s POV. That... might happen, you never know. I haven’t been making notes for it or anything yet. ::shifty look::
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Baahubali (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Amarendra Baahubali/Devasena
Characters: Amarendra Baahubali, Devasena
Additional Tags: fluff fluff fluff, Too much fluff, fluff with barely any plot, teeth rotting fluff
Series: Part 3 of Saptha Swara Sangeetha universe
Summary:
I slid into the backseat of the Uber, my mind already back at the office as I thumbed through a string of unread emails on my phone. I had barely closed the door when the driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes crinkling with a slightly nervous smile. “Hey, uh, quick thing,” he said, one hand still loosely gripping the steering wheel. “Mind if I pick up another passenger on the way? It’s just a quick detour, and, you know… gas prices.” He mumbled, a little sheepishly, like he half-expected me to say no.
I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the glowing screen as my mind flicked to the ticking clock at the top corner. I had exactly twenty-two minutes left on my break before I needed to be back at the desk, but the way the driver’s eyes flicked nervously to the dashboard, I figured he could probably use the extra cash. “Um… sure, yeah, that’s fine,” I said, forcing a small, polite smile as I set my phone down, trying not to overthink it.
“Thanks, really appreciate it,” he said, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he merged back into traffic. A few minutes later, the car pulled up outside a small, nondescript café, and the driver gave a quick, sharp honk of the horn. The door beside me opened, and a figure ducked in, the rush of cool, coffee-scented air following him into the backseat.
I glanced up, instinctively scooting a little closer to the opposite side, and found myself staring at a familiar face. His eyes flicked over to me, squinting slightly before he quickly looked at the driver, one hand bracing against the edge of the door. “Uh, this is… this is the right car, right?” he said, his voice a little lower, a little rougher than I’d expected, his brow furrowing as he leaned back out to check the license plate. “Yeah, yeah, you’re good, man,” the driver assured him, throwing a quick, reassuring wave over his shoulder. “Just a little ride share, you know, nothing crazy.” He winced. “Sorry.”
The man hesitated, his eyes flicking back to where I sat, before shrugging and slid fully into the seat, pulling the door closed behind him. “Sorry,” he said as he settled back, his legs folding into the limited legroom with practiced ease. “Didn’t mean to, uh, crash your ride.” I managed a small, tight-lipped smile, my fingers twisting slightly in my lap as I glanced out the window, the awkward, too-close silence settling in almost immediately.
I knew his face, of course — his profile had been all over billboards and streaming ads for the past few months, some…clown? Comedian? Something. His latest project seemingly everywhere I looked. But the faint, polite nod I offered felt more appropriate than any starstruck gushing. “Alright, so… I guess we should introduce ourselves, since we’re, you know… carpool buddies now,” he said, his tone light and faint. He offered a hand, which I shook. “I’m Noah, aka BM2008.”
I gave my name in return, my voice a little more hesitant than I’d intended, and his eyebrows raised slightly. A few seconds ticked by, the soft hum of the engine and the low thrum of a forgotten pop song filtering through the speakers filling the otherwise oppressive silence. I glanced down at my phone, my thumb twitching against the side, a small, nervous habit I hadn’t quite managed to shake.
After another painfully quiet minute, I cleared your throat, my gaze flicking to the side as you forced myself to break the silence. “Um… I’m not, like… trying to make this awkward or anything,” I started, the words tumbling out a little faster, a little more unevenly than I’d meant. “I’m just… really bad at small talk. And… talking in general, actually. So, um, sorry if this is weird.”
For a split second, Noah just stared at me, before his arm reached into his bag and pulled out a sock. The silence was even stronger now as he—or the sock rather, started to talk. He didn’t break eye contact as he cracked the lamest jokes I’ve ever fucking heard before signing off with his signature production quote. I closed my eyes for a moment as I slowly turned my head towards the window and rolled it down to drown out the awkward silence. All of a sudden he slipped off the sock, but before he could put it back into his bag the sock lowkgenuinely started to move on its own as we mutually watched in confusion and fear. The driver questioned our outbursts and checked in the review mirror before letting out a startled sound as the car started to swerve. The googly eyes stared dead at Noah before it the air chucked him out past me, out through the window, and flew away into the abyss as the driver regained control of the vehicle before asking if we were alright. I blinked as I silently looked at the driver, who was stunned by the whole ordeal as I slowly raised my hand and opened my mouth. “Hey, you can drop me off at that bus stop over there..” I pointed as I purposely avoided the sad clown look Noah gave off. Once the car parked I quickly thanked the driver and lowkgenuinely…idk, idk how to end this
Note: I thought I was free of the cancer!verse, but apparently not. Maybe I just needed to write something from Kevin’s POV? Angst and stuff, as usual.
~*~
Kevin runs his fingers over his tie; he had planned to use the tie clip that Connor had given him a couple of years ago but he had forgotten about it when he got dressed and now it is too late. It bothers him mostly because he hates to be forgetful, not because he in any way thinks that a Mickey Mouse-shaped silver pin is the height of fashion. But it would have given his outfit some personality, Kevin can't deny that, and maybe he would have needed that tonight.
Reunions are meant for the successful people that have something to show off, after all, not for people like Kevin who had showed great promise up until the moment that he had gotten sick and lost the energy to do much else than deal with it. And that's just the thing with cancer, Kevin has come to realize. It's a stamp, it's something that'll make people shy away, and it's something that defines him, now, whether he likes it or not.
He is an entire year behind on his college schedule and he still only studies at 50 percent, though he hopes that it will change soon. And he is thinner than he used to be, even back in Uganda, and while his hair is back, it is significantly darker than it used to be. And he is tired, because even though Kevin is young he isn’t healthy anymore and his body isn't his friend; instead it has turned into something that he is going to have to fight with forever.
He is scowling at his reflection in the rearview mirror when Arnold finally opens the door and folds himself back into the driver's seat.
"Sorry," he says, holding out a chocolate bar for Kevin to take, using his free hand to fumble with his seatbelt. "There were like eight people ahead of me, and the lady right in front of me just won lots of money on her lottery ticket, like lots--" He glances in Kevin's direction and trails off, the bar of chocolate still in his hand. He puts it down on the little tray before the gearshift. "You okay? You're not going to puke, are you?"
Kevin frowns at the question, mostly because it's valid. He's still learning what he can and cannot eat after the surgery, because the doctors' recommendations had sucked and how is Kevin supposed to just know that he needs to peel cucumbers before eating them and that he shouldn’t even think about touching a blueberry or strawberry ever again? "I'm fine. I just... want to get this over with."
He can practically hear Arnold's thoughts in the silence that follows, even before he speaks. "Do you want to go home? They'll understand if you're not up to it."
"No," Kevin grouses. "I'm just--well. Connor's looking forward to seeing us, right? And I want to see him too," he adds, as an afterthought. "It'll be good to see him."
Because Connor has been great all through this, even though they haven't been able to meet much lately; he'd even let Kevin cry over the phone at one particularly low point, and at least he won't be shocked by Kevin's appearance. Heck, he probably expects it to be worse because he's such a worrywart.
Kevin is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't reflect over why Arnold hasn't started the car until the moment he feels a hand on his elbow and looks up to meet Arnold's concerned eyes.
"Hey," Arnold says. "We're only, uh, like twenty hours away from Disney World. Wanna go?"
Kevin does smile a little at the inside joke. "We have to return the car tomorrow, though."
"So? Who cares? I don’t. Except we would probably be banned from renting a car, ever again, and stuff." He smiles sheepishly.
Kevin rolls his eyes, tries to fix his hair the best he can in the rearview mirror before Arnold adjusts the angle of it. "--How do I look? Really?"
He doesn't like the resulting pause--well, he doesn't like that he had actually asked in the first place, but what's done is done. Then, he can hear Arnold shift in his seat, and Arnold's other hand settles over Kevin's. He meets Arnold’s eyes.
"I'd hug you if I could," Arnold says. "But I can't reach you like this."
"You're avoiding the question," Kevin protests, then frowns when Arnold swats his arm. "Hey."
"You look great." Arnold's hand tightens over Kevin's. "Like, really, really good. The best you've ever looked. Okay?" And--crap, Arnold’s eyes are starting to look shiny, and Kevin hadn't meant for that to happen.
"Liar," he replies, but keeps his voice as light as he can to let Arnold know that he's not angry. He turns his hand around and takes hold of Arnold's, squeezing it. "Let's go see what the guys have been up to."
"Aye, aye." Arnold keeps his hand in Kevin's for a moment, before finally withdrawing it to start the car. And Kevin slumps back in his seat, resigning himself to an evening to weary looks and carefully avoidant conversations, and thinks, at least he has this.
Summary: In which Ai is a model for a monthly fashion magazine & Rin is on his way to the Olympics
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In the summer of Nitori Aiichirou’s 1st year of university, he could safely say that although the new experience of being on his own in Tokyo was pretty exhilarating in itself, no other summer would be like this one.
“Good work today!”
“Thank you very much for all of your hard work everyone! I’ll be going now.” Giving several quick polite bows to each staff member and the other remaining models who had to stay behind,Ai turns on his heels, grabbing his bag off the chair and slings it over ashoulder.
Certainly, there’d bemany exciting summers to come, though thisone was just a bit more special.
Rin was going to the Olympics, for one.
He has a huge grin on his face as he exits the studio and the heat of Tokyo’s summer air greets him. He already has a hotel room booked with some friends from Samezuka and a plane ticket ready to fly out in a few weeks.
I need to head over to the company building now to pick up those papers, Ai thinks, reaching into his bag to pull on his sunglasses and puts on his baseball cap afterwards. Next week’s shoot will be at the countryside, he doesn’t know what concept it’ll be exactly. He’ll find out soon enough. Though the animated hustle and bustle lifestyle of the city makes him feel excited, nothing beats the scenic beauty of the countryside.
Stopping at the crosswalk, he waits with tons of other people beside him and pulls his cap a little snugger on his head. It’s a good enough disguise to conceal his identity, but he doesn’t want to risk it like last time. He shudders, remembering when all those girls started squealing, crowding around him and shrieking at how smooth his skin was, how soft his hair was, touching and grabbing him everywhere. Everywhere. Thank god when his manager saw him and skillfully managed to slip him away unnoticed by everyone. He was missing his shirt and a pair of his shoes though.
It’s too hot to wear a medical face mask so this’ll have to do.
After being scouted as a model in his third year of high school at Samezuka, Ai was pretty thankful for that encounter. Though, at first he was skeptical when that skeevy looking man approached him telling him he’s been watching Ai lead the swimmers as captain during practice and noticed he had a really great body and face (Ai backed away at this), that he’s the type he’s been looking for, that his sense of style was great to begin with and should definitely call him, insistently pushing his business card at his hands. He took it anyways not even looking at it and quickly tossed it into his backpack, walking very fast to class because he was late now—definitely not because the man was going to kidnap him and sell his body to the black market. Or kill him or something.
When he had settled down at his desk the card slipped out unnoticed by him. Uozumi Takuya greeted him and seeing the small slip of paper, he bent over near his desk to pick it up, asking him what it was. Minami Kazuki grabbed it from him and sputtered as he read it.
Buchou, who gave you this!?
And that’s when he found out some major guy from some major company wanted him to become a model for their monthly magazine mainly targeted for men in their early to late 20s.
After contemplating the entire day, he decided why not, it couldn’t hurt. Finally after practice, Ai made the call. Come visit us in Tokyo, they said.
With the permission of their parents, during Golden Week he, Minami, Uozomi and Momo who threw an absolute fit when his Ai-senpai didn’t even invite him and decided to invite himself (in which Ai rolled his eyes at), took a bus to Tokyo to visit their headquarters. They wandered on aimlessly for an hour or two because they were lost and these were terrible directions, but when they found the building, it was pretty impressive needless to say.
Dude, you gotta accept their offer. It’s legit.
I’m so jealous Buchou!
Ai-senpai if you become famous you can’t forget me and have to introduce me to girls!
They asked him to strip down.
Ai turned, making a beeline for the door. The three other boys grabbed him by the back of his shirt and undressed him right in front of the staff members.
A cutie with a body, they said awestruck (were those yen signs in their eyes?).
He nearly wanted to cry in his underwear.
The light changes at the crosswalk, signaling everyone to walk and Ai follows the flow of the crowd to the other side.
After finishing up his 3rd year at Samezuka with happy memories to remember for the rest of his life, Ai packed up his things, said goodbye to his family, friends, and neighbors and moved to Tokyo. The greatest thing was that he was accepted by a University in Tokyo not too far from the company.
Ai was provided a small one room apartment nearby and he felt lonely rooming by himself at times, but there were other models from his company around his age staying in the same building. Some of them also happened to attend the same university as him and they would hang out in their free time.
Everything seemed so uncertain when he started his final year at Samezuka. Where would he go after he graduates? Would he attend university somewhere far from home or go to his local college? Or perhaps, he’d go straight to work. He wasn’t sure what the distant future would hold for him, but being a model now, it opened his world, even if just the tiniest bit. He couldn’t exactly give up swimming even now. That beautiful flash of maroon in the water, always reminding him.
As for what he wanted to do in life—
He blinks.
Ah, he reached the building in no time. Going around the back, he punches in the passcode on the padlock and steps inside, the door closing shut behind him.
Ai’s seated on a salon chair now on the order of his manager. This salon in particular is where most of the models from his company go to for a haircut.
He runs a hand through his silver locks. It has grown a bit shaggy. He decided to grow out his bangs and now it’s hanging low at his eyes he observes, looking at his reflection in the mirror and smiles when his hairdresser comes over.
“Aiichirou-chan!” she chirps, placing a black salon cape over him. “Just a trim to get your hair a bit out of your face?”
“Yep! Same as usual.”
“Ah, about your particular photo spread in the newest issue, you looked amazing! Sooo cute!” she squeals, taking out a spray bottle to spritz water on his hair to damp it.
He scrunches his face out of reflex. “You know it! Most men don’t exactly appreciate being called cute.” She combs out his hair, lifting a tuft of hair in the back with it and starts to snip away.
“No, you’re cute. The cutest. You’re my fave quite honestly.” She winks at him in the mirror. “Isn’t he the cutest!?” She yells, turning back to glance at the only other stylist working today.
“No use persuading her.” He says with a shake of his head.
Ai chuckles and beams up at her. “Thanks for all your support!”
Their chatter continues and the light tinkling of the bell at the door fills the air with its dulcet sounds as another customer steps inside.
“Welcome! You have an appointment?”
His eyes are still closed shut, but Ai assumes the person nods because he doesn’t hear a reply.
“Great. Just take a seat over there for the time being.”
“Oh no need, I can take him now. Come over here!” The other hairdresser says, getting up from where he’s sitting.
Ai hears the person walk with heavy footsteps, taking a seat right at the next station over.
“Alright, so what are we looking for to– wait, I know you. Or, I think I know you?? ” The man mutters.
“Huh, he does look familiar.” Ai’s hairdresser pauses her snipping. He prays hard that she doesn’t get too distracted or he’ll end up with lopsided hair for the photo shoot. He could shave it all off, no problem, but his manager wouldn’t exactly fancy the idea.
“Like I’ve seen you on TV before… I mean, we get lots of celebrities here and all.”
“Are you an actor?”
“He looks more like a model, but perhaps—“ and Ai hears him he gasp in realization. “Y-You—You’re Matsuoka Rin right? The swimmer!”
At that, Ai sits up straight, his eyes fly open and swivels his entire body immediately to the right.“Rin!?” He blinks at him, astonished.
Rin looks pretty shocked as well, but then he’s grinning, sharp teeth shining underneath the bright salon lights, raising a hand to wave at him. “Yo, Ai.”
His heart almost leaps out of his throat and with every fiber in his being, contains himself before he goes and leaps off the chair and into Rin’s arms. “What’re you doing here?!”
“Haircut, obviously.” He points to his mop of hair. He’s in a dire need of a trim as well. “There weren’t any nice salons in the area I was training at and at the one I went to, well, they can’t exactly cut Asian hair right.” Rin says with a long suffering sigh.
“No, I meant, what’re you doing back here in Japan?” his heart’s beating so loud in his chest everyone can probably hear it.
“You two know each other?”
“He was my senpai at Samezuka.”
“You’ve never told meeee!!” she screeches into his ears.
“This is why….” Ai mutters, hissing, closing his ringing ears shut with his hands. He turns to look at Rin again. “You, I—“ his mouth shuts. We need to talk afterwards, are the unspoken words and Rin nods, understanding him.
“I can’t believe a member of Japan’s Olympic swim team is sitting in my chair! You’re headed to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil next month! So tell me, how you feelin’ about that? Nervous? ”
Ai and Rin don’t speak for the rest of the time as Rin’s stylist does most of the asking and with Rin answering. They do exchange a brief glance towards each other however and Ai squirms in his seat.
He really wants to give Rin a hug right now.
Ai is the first to finish and he waits for Rin outside at the side of the building. As soon as he sees Rin step outside to search for him, he dashes and grabs Rin by the hand, pulling him with him back to the side of the building and lets go.
“Oi! Ai—“
“Rin, I’ve missed you so much!” Ai squeaks, closing his mouth shut afterwards.
Rin gapes at him and then smiles gently, stepping towards him and holding out his arms wide to embrace him. “I missed you t—“
“Not here.” he quickly says, shoving his arms away and Rin deflates a bit. Ai melts a little inside.
“Why not?”
“It’s because,” Ai flushes a bit. “I’ll explain it to you later, but let’s go to this coffee shop near here. It isn’t busy during this time of day so no one will be there to bother us.”
“Ah, sure.” Rin is momentarily confused by his actions, but then he remembers they aren’t exactly just nobodies anymore, but he still doesn’t get why they have to be secretive about it. It’s not like Ai’s a girl or anything and they’re having a fling.
Rin walks beside him and they reach a small quaint and vintage looking coffee shop owned by a married couple. Ai greets them. He’s a regular here and the couple know who he is, but is startled by Rin’s appearance when they instantly recognize who he is.
“Your regular spot upstairs in the corner is free! Go on up ahead and I’ll take your order.” The woman says.
When their drinks arrive and are finally left alone Ai speaks. “When’d you get back?”
“Yesterday.”
“Did you plan on never telling me when you’d get here?” Ai says, giving him a calculating stare.
“Ah, I slept over at Makoto’s yesterday with Haru, it was already late at night and I didn’t want to wake you up by calling you.” Rin says sipping his drink.
“Haruka-san is here too?” Ai smiles, satisfied with his answer.
“We both came back together to relax and visit everyone before we set off again.” Rin reaches for one of Ai’s hands to place his own on top and he gently rubs it “I’m really glad too.” He says softly with a smile.
Ai shyly smiles at him. “I’m really glad too.” He echoes back.
“I have to go and meet up with the other swimmers with Haru in a few days, but” he leans over the table to whisper in his ears, “for now, I can spend all my time with you.” Ai doesn’t know if there’s supposed to be an underlying meaning to what he just said but he still blushes anyways.
They have a lot to catch up on.
Ai grabs his drink before he can turn even redder.
“Anyways, what was that all about earlier.” Rin raises a brow, grabbing his own drink and Ai chokes on his drink.
“Well?”
“Well…”
Before he can even continue he hears a few thundering footsteps coming from the staircase and some shrill squeals. They both look over and Ai wants to end his life right there. Not really, but still.
“Aiichirou really does come here! See, my sources are always right. Oh my god, look at him, he’s so cute!”
“Wait, is that Rin over there??”
“Matsuoka Rin!?”
“Rin’s here!?”
“They’re totally dating!!”
“Quick take a picture! This is going on my blog!”
“Wait,” Rin turns to look at Ai, giving him a confused stare “How do they know about us—“ Ai slaps down a generous amount of money on the table and grabs his hands, running down the other staircase and out the door.
“W-what’s—” Rin’s cap almost flies off, and he places it back on, looking behind him to see the girls hot on their tails.
He supposes they’re fan girls.
“Just run!” Ai yells panicked, adrenaline allowing him to run faster. He sees an alleyway and they turn that way, searching for a secluded spot and Rin sees one, nudging Ai over until they’re squished between the two walls. They keep still when all of the girls run past them.
After a moment and deeming it safe, they both let out a breath.
“They don’t…” Ai says, gulping for air “They don’t know we’re going out.”
“Oh.” Rin says, huffing.
“…But they know we’re friends, and they like, make stories out of us.” He cringes.
“What.” Rin deadpans.
“They write such creepy ass stories of us! Together. Doing stuff together. What kind of messed up minds do they have!? It’s so terrifying!” Ai sputters, still heaving.
“Do you mean, fan fiction…?” Rin can’t really wrap his mind around the idea as he’s still trying to calm down his racing pulse, but that’s when he notices the little distance between them and he stares down at Ai’s mouth.
He notices and stares back quietly.
Since they’re like this, it’s fine, because no one will see. To the best of his abilities in this cramped place, he goes on his tiptoes (did Rin get even taller?) and places a light kiss on Rin’s lips.
“…Isn’t enough.” Rin says, voice low.
“My…place isn’t far from here…” his gaze shifts to the side, blushing hotly.
Rin swears he’s never ran so fast in his entire life.
They almost don’t make it to bed.
Ai barely has time to register that he’s being carried. Within the next second, Rin’s quickly depositing him on his back on the bed, crawling and hovering over him, pulling his own shirt off and sets his hands on either side of Ai’s head.
He can only stare at the look Rin gives him, glazed and dark, a predatory look in his eyes which makes him tremble in excitement. Rin’s hands are already all over him, already kissing him hard and full on his lips before also tugging Ai’s shirt off.
He’s suddenly overcome with emotions he can’t quite put his fingers on, but all he knows is that he needs a moment to himself and covers his face with his arms.
Rin’s hands still for a moment. “Ai?”
“Give me a sec, I feel so—“ Ai whispers softly, face buried in his arms still.
“Wanna stop?” It’s been a while after all. A year and a half the last time they met face to face. He spent all of it in Australia training. He frowns, reaches out to pull his arms away to see Ai’s face flushed, eyes glossy. “No worries, we can some other time—“
“I don’t.” He quickly interrupts. “Don’t want to stop. It’s…” he says worrying at his lips, pausing a long while before he speaks again. “I’m really glad you’re here.” He settles with a gentle shy smile, eyes crinkling ever so slightly while looking up at him. Too happy because you’re here right in front of me.
Rin can feel something well up in him, a delightful pang in his heart. “Ahhh, this is bad. You’re too cute.” He mutters the last part underneath his breath as he embraces the other boy, letting all of his weight press onto him. He’s too sweet, too precious for him. “I missed you a lot you know. There was never a day I didn’t think about you.”
“Messaging and phone calls were never enough for me.” Ai chuckles into maroon hair, wrapping his arms around him. Rin’s so warm, can feel the heat radiating off the other, can feel Rin in his arms. “Even if I did watch your interviews, or see you qualify for the Olympics on TV, or see your pictures on the net, or in magazines, see any possible media of you, nothing can compare to this.” he says grabbing Rin’s face. “It’s like I’m dreaming.”
“This is anything but a dream Ai, I’m right here. Wake up.” Rin laughs biting his fingers, then goes to kiss his beauty mark. “I’ll just have to keep kissing you like this then.” He’s littering little kisses all over his face, some shorter, some longer than others.
“It’s still hard to believe— I’m being ridiculous, we were on the phone not even 3 days ago.” Ai lightly laughs.
“Well, I’ll just have to show you then, don’t I?” red eyes glint briefly, an unspoken promise of doing something more than just kissing.
Ai doesn’t miss the subtle message.
“And just how are you gonna show me?” he whispers, lurching his hips up to meet Rin’s own, urging him on.
It’s all really a mess of tangled limbs. Rin kisses him hungrily, desperately, wants to be closer, Ai a shuddery little thing underneath him who’s moaning so sweetly and he just wants to drink in those sounds.
Ai’s tangles his fingers in Rin’s now shorter locks, giving little openmouthed gasps through each kiss. Rin trails kisses down his jaw and to his neck, nipping the thin skin there. “You’re a model, so I don’t think your stylists would appreciate the bites.” He says, licking a short path up his neck, and bites his earlobe gently.
“Nothing a little makeup can’t cover.” He pants, already out of breath.
“Do you want me to mark you up that badly? To claim you? To show other people who you belong to?” Rin asks heatedly, moving back down his neck.
Those words shouldn’t make him heat up as much as it does. “Y-yes… want you to… mark me up. ” He’s already so hard it hurts and nothings even begun yet.
Who is he to deny Ai in the first place? He kisses a collarbone, sucking the skin there before slowly biting down on that soft tender skin.
“A-ah.” Ai moans out, squeezing his eyes shut. It hurts, but oh, how many times has he thought about those sharp teeth marking him up.
Satisfied after covering a good expanse of skin, Rin pulls away, smirking and admiring the small red marks that’d surely darken in color within the next day. “Good. You look good like this underneath me.”
“Rin, are you really just satisfied with this…?” he all but splays his legs open, just the slightest bit, inviting him.
Rin decides enough is enough.
With one motion, Rin grabs both Ai’s athletic shorts and boxers off his slender hips, taking his flushed cock in his hands and rubs the entire length of it in his hands slowly. Ai twitches, stifling his moans in his hands. His hands are rough, so hot, but this isn’t nearly enough to satisfy him. “Tell me Aiichirou, what exactly you’d like me to do.” Rin says, pushing a leg up by the back of his knee to expose his pretty little hole, observing the way it twitches every time he rubs the tip of Ai’s cock in his fingers. “Look how it’s so eager and ready down here.”
It’s embarrassing, with the way Rin’s talking to him like this. “Y-your fingers…” he brokenly says, face flushing up to his ears.
He wants to tease Ai until he’s crying, but that can wait for a later time. Still holding him up by a leg, Rin lets go of Ai’s hardening cock and looks behind him briefly, seeing a tube of ointment and squirts a good small amount of it out on his fingertips, not even capping it—he’ll need it in a moment anyways— he traces the puckered skin of his entrance with a finger before letting it sink slowly in.
It’s just one finger but Ai feels like he can come with just that finger. He releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, groaning softly.
“You’re so tight here.” Rin says a little too gravelly, thrusting that long slender finger in and out, eventually adding a second finger, and after a while a third. He feels so smooth, so soft inside, and just imagine how he’d feel like inside, but Rin enjoys the sight altogether, watching Ai squirm and pant hotly against the sheets.
“R-Rin, just hurry and… it’s enough.” He rasps out.
Rin kisses a tear away, then bites a slender shoulder. “But if I don’t prepare you properly,” He lets go of his leg, hand grabbing his cock once more and strokes it, smearing precum along the shaft, “it’s going to hurt a million times worse.”
“I j-just wanna feel you already. I’m not fragile.” He gasps, whispers softly as he’s wriggles on the bed.
He’s right, he isn’t, and to hell with it. Rin growls, takes out his fingers and moves, grabbing that ointment once more to squeeze out what’s left of it.
“Did anyone else take you to bed while I was gone? Let them see such a lewd body?” he gazes at him, freeing his own hard cock from his own shorts, stroking it a few good times with the ointment. He didn’t bring any condoms this time, and it’s no excuse, but he hasn’t slept with anyone from the last time he’s seen Ai, certainly wouldn’t do it with anyone other than him.
“No…no one. There’s no one but you Rin. I haven’t—“ words are just so hard to form right now, not when Rin is right in front of him, knowing fully well what he’s going to do to him. He’s been waiting a long year and a half, too long for this moment to think even think properly. “Haven’t had anyone but yours— oh, just fucking put it in me already.”
Rin makes a sound that sounds close to animalistic, kicks off the rest of his short and boxers, pushing up Ai’s legs by the back of his knees and lines himself up at his entrance, the head of his cock catching on his hole and then he slides in slow all the way, just holds it there, pressing long and deep and Ai’s mouth opens in a soundless scream, shuddering hard. “Even if you did, I’ll remind you just who you belong to.” He only slips out briefly before violently shoving back in.
He can’t make a sound, can’t think, can’t breathe.
If he isn’t crying, he certainly doesn’t know what’s dripping down his cheeks in a hot path. “A-ah, ah! Rin…”
“Really tight…” Rin wheezes lightly, giving Ai time to adjust, but it’s not too long before he’s moving again. “Perhaps I should just take you like this all night.”
Ai knows he can take more than this, but all his thoughts fly out the window when Rin slowly picks up his pace, rocking him into the sheets and he doesn’t know where to grab, where to steady himself, where to keep himself feeling sane. He wants to hold on to Rin’s neck for dear life, but that’s not what he wants right now.
“W-want you to just, t-take me.” God, it’s embarrassing how hot his face is.
Rin pulls himself out of Ai and flips him over so he’s laying on his stomach. “You’re mine,” Rin whispers low, grabbing Ai’s hips in his hands, letting his cock rut and rub against Ai’s flushed entrance. “Mine to hold, mine to touch, mine to fuck.”
Ai can only lay there, eyes glazing over, pupils dilated. Can only whimper at how stuffed he feels full of cock, can feel how big Rin is inside of him.
“Mine to use.”
“T-then do it. Use it. It’s—all yours.” He groans throatily, peering at Rin from the side.
There’s something so sexy about the way Ai’s displayed like this, the way he’s looking at him and something finally snaps in Rin and he decides its fine to let go. He’s grabbing Ai roughly, surely enough to bruise him and jerks him brutally back onto his cock, slides in hard over and over, right at that spot that Rin knows will best make Ai shriek. Surely, he sobs hoarsely, a violent shudder wracking throughout him, head and upper body sinking onto the mattress, arms useless around his head. He’s squeaking in high pitched noises and it’s too good, too much, his lower body held up in a vice-like grip by Rin who’s just using him nothing more than a hole to use, that that’s all he’s really all for.
Ai’s vision starts to glaze over, feeling the start of something hot and sweet pooling at the pit of his stomach. “Rin, a-ah, S-Senpai, just wanna— be stuffed full of you—j-just use me— like a toy…!“ he rasps, sobbing.
Rin shivers, they’d drop formalities ages ago, an affectionate term rather, but it’s turning him on more than anything now. “Then this Senpai, will give this good boy what he wants soon enough.” Rin says darkly, his voice gruff. He looks down at where they’re connected, can see Ai’s hole swallow him in, can see that he’s the one doing this to him. Right now, Rin thinks, fucking him harder into the mattress, he just wants to make him scream. His voice is so lovely, so lewd, and Ai feels just so good, so good inside it’s almost addicting, can’t help but crave for more.
Rin’s too much for him, everything is too overwhelming, from the obscene wet noises coming from behind him, to the bed creaking loudly, he just feels like everything is coming to an end. He’s sobbing hysterically, feeling every bit stimulated and sensitive and he spills onto the sheets beneath him.
Rin can feel Ai tighten around him, hears him cry out in that sweet high pitched broken voice when he comes and Rin makes an inhuman sound, fueled by Ai’s voice and with the endurance he has left, he fucks Ai heavily and deeper into the mattress, using the advantage of the position he’s at to really stuff him until he finally comes, spilling inside the other boy, pushing in a few times before pulling out as he watches his seed slowly seep out of Ai’s pink hole.
Ai needs a moment to collect himself.
“Ah… sorry. I came inside and I didn’t even use a condom. ” Rin says, panting hard, voice gone husky and he runs a hand through his short hair.
“It’s fine…” Ai says spent, still out of breath and with great effort, rolls onto his side where Rin’s sitting. Everything feels so hot and damp— is the air in his room steaming?
“Wanna go again?” Rin asks, laying on his stomach and folding his arms to rest the side of his face to stare at Ai.
“So soon?!” Ai squeaks.
“We have a whole year and a half to make up,” Rin grins toothily. “and I can’t get it back up that fast. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go another round.”
Ai can’t believe him and his cheeks burn. “Too exhausted right now to even continue.” Ai sighs.
“Come on Ai, you need to keep yourself in shape since you’re a model! While we’re already naked, what better way than to use this opportunity?”
Ai snorts, he thinks he sounds so convincing. “…This is harder than any exercise I’ve ever done.” Are they really having this conversation? He squirms, feeling some of Rin’s seed drip down his thighs and it makes him blush. He could use a shower right now.
“Please?”
Rin says it with the most despairing face he’s ever seen and his mind goes blank. How cute.
Ah, why not.
Ai’s heart thumps in his ears. He gets up slowly, nudging Rin into a sitting position.
“Still not ready yet, but for the time being…” Ai blushes hotly, sinking down Rin’s body and looks up at him embarrassedly, pushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear. What the hell am I doing.
Ai blames everything leading up until today on Tokyo’s summer heat. It must be the heat that’s making everyone go crazy that they’re so thirsty for some action (Rin and those crazy fangirls for example).
Rin raises a brow. Intresting.
“Well, I’m waiting.” He all but grins.
His body aches as expected.
When the alarm wakes him up the next morning he curses Rin for the pain that shoots up his back. How many times did they go last night?
Rin’s lays on his back next to him, looking up at his phone. Ai blearily notes the time on the clock on the wall. Even though he has a free day today they can’t just stay like this forever and he really needs a shower right now because he absolutely reeks of last night’s activities.
“Morning sleepyhead.” Rin says, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“When’d you wake up?” Ai yawns, stretching out his limbs and when he hears and feels the satisfying pop he moans in satisfaction.
“Not too long ago.” He says still, still not looking at him.
Ai huffs. What happened to the whole romantic thing where you wake up only to find that you’re partner has been staring at you while you were asleep? What an unlike Rin thing to do. “What’re you looking at that’s made you so absorbed?”
“Ah, this?” Rin looks at him, finally, showing the screen. “You were right. They do write fan fiction about us—look how many there are. Oh, this one that I’m reading—I didn’t know you could bend like that—“
Ai makes a strange strangled noise. “What the hell are you reading Rin!?”
“I’m really impressed though.” he looks a little too awed.
“Stop reading it! Forget any images you got from those… those…”
“Work of art.” Rin supplies.
“Anything but art.” he angrily flushes.
“I think it’s pretty awesome. Hey Ai, we need to try this out ourselves, this person—”
“Put it down.” he says, chucking the phone far across the room.
