this week i present to u the starters of some very soft and fluffy rinsagi. 304 got me all feelsy and i got thinking about how since isagi and rin tied for number one, maybe theyd both be going the same places. 305 has kind of disproved that but that's okay because i still think the idea itself is pretty cute. anyway have this it's super soft i hate them!!!! save us rinsagi
“I told my parents we’re dating,” Yoichi tells him one quiet evening. They’re in a monitoring room, tucked away somewhere in the corner of what used to be Italy’s stratum. It doesn’t see much use nowadays — too far out of the way to warrant many visitors, it’s turned into the closest thing they have to ‘their spot’, if a cold box of concrete full of television screens can be called that.
“Right,” responds Rin eloquently, preoccupied with tracing paths down each ridge and plane of Yoichi’s hands. His fingers are slender, strong, muscled, and they shiver once against Rin’s feather-light touch. It sends a persistent, warm thrill down his spine, radiating down its length and flaring outwards across his ribs in pleasant waves.
Yoichi’s always been pliant when they’re alone. Content to allow himself to be manoeuvred around, more often than not these nights end with one or more of his limbs subject to Rin’s scrutiny in his attempt to map out every square centimetre of skin. The truth, of course, is simply that Yoichi runs warm where Rin does not; it serves a tactical advantage to have him in his arms when he gets cold. It's a basic survival instinct, to curl up against something with more heat than yourself.
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Yoichi mumbles. It’s partially to himself and partially to Rin, the words slipping easily out into the still night air. Rin lets his eyes fall closed, slides his fingers out of where they’re interlocked with Yoichi’s to curl loosely around his wrist. It fits easily in the circle made by his index and thumb; he can feel the soft thump of his pulse through the thin layer of cells that separates them. He thinks he’d be happy if they sank into one, like leather under enough pressure. The idea of Yoichi’s blood bubbling around his own oughtn’t sound as comforting as it does.
