Polite. Friendly. Caring. Intelligent. Gentle. Careful. Generous. Respectful. Responsible.
Tachibana Makoto was all of those things. Only few people have had the privilege of seeing another side of him; one he only showed on two occasions.
The first one was swimming. In contrast to Haru, who practically melted with the water, his body was constantly battling against it, almost violently breaking its surface time and time again. A whole different energy than usual filled his surroundings, which made him send out an almost dangerous aura. It was fascinating watching his flexing body fight like that and those who waited for the concentration and haste to pass could see the exhilaration and an almost contagious smile on his face.
The second occasion was in the bedroom, when the brunette stared into his boyfriend's bright blue orbs, his own green ones clouded over with desire. It always started with a fierce kiss; a fight for dominance. Depending on the day he would win or lose; ending up on top or underneath Haru's chiseled body. He didn't mind either way.
Sometimes he enjoyed the control, simply relieving stress by making his lover beg and tremble beneath him.
On other days he felt the need for something different. He couldn't deny that he loves being spoiled by the normally indifferent boy.
He was a sucker for the way Haru's pale fingers would ghost over his sensitive skin, exploring hardened muscle and soft flesh. Makoto's teeth would clench in anticipation, when he felt the familiar tickle at his crotch area, causing him to grow rock hard in mere seconds. His eyes would squeeze shut as he felt a wet tongue roaming his body and two slick fingers teasing his entrance. Haru had always been a tease, but when he finally got to it, pressing just a bit harder than before, finally penetrating him at last, Makoto's eyes would squeeze shut tightly as a few heated moans escaped his lips. The tall boy would be pressed into the matress harshly a he's reduced to a sweaty, panting, begging mess and his better half decided to give in. Haru had always been a rough lover, mercilessly thrusting into his boyfriend, while he cried and screames, torn between agonizing pain and heart-stopping pleasure. Forgetting all manners, forfeiting all dignity, Makoto always shouted Haru's name for everyone to hear as the shorter boy slammed into him again and again. He would grip onto the headboard, desperately trying to keep at least some of his beloved control, but he never did. Haru always drove him over the edge, his cold hand around his dick while his hot seed exploded into him. Lights would explode behind closed eyelids, as the brunette threw his head back, mouth wide open, calling the only name that seemed to exist.
Moments later they would lie in each others arms; Haruka cockily smiling down on Makoto's sleeping form as he remembers the way he had changed him once again. After a small peck on the lips Haru would also go to sleep, leaving the mess to clean up for the next day.