After gathering an immense amount of speed during their ascent of the stairs, Haru and Rin found themselves tumbling through the door to their room with rather more frivolity than they had originally intended. Still gripping Haru's hand tightly in his own, Rin kicked the door closed behind them before they hastily stumbled onto the bed, laughing happily. Haru's shoes had started to slip off as he flung himself at Rin, so he kicked them away completely as Rin's jumper went flying across the room. Rin's trainers quickly followed as Haru struggled away to yank the curtains closed, only to be pulled back into Rin's grasp with a playful shriek.
Haru found himself quickly overpowered by Rin - despite thinking himself to be reasonably fit - and was eventually pressed into the mattress when his red haired friend moved to straddle him. The heat emanating from between their bodies was enough to light a forest on fire, and Haru suddenly felt an overwhelming need to strip his shirt off and feel Rin's cool fingers on his skin. Seeming to read his mind, Rin snaked his hands below Haru's collarbones and peeled his t-shirt away, almost making Haru see stars. Rin grinned mischievously before leaning down to capture Haru's lips in a gentle, teasing kiss.
"Haru," Rin chuckled, running his fingers imperceptibly up Haru's neck to softly caress his chin. "You dirty piece of filth! I know what you want, and don't try to lie to me. Honestly, we're together for a few hours and you already want me in bed!"
Haru shivered in anticipation at Rin's suggestive language, lost for words and feeling impossibly aroused. Was it to rushed? Was it too fast? Clearly not, as it was in fact Rin who was tormenting and touching him. It wasn't as if either of the pair was feeling remotely uncomfortable with the current situation, so what was the point in backing off now?
"Rin," Haru breathed, curling his fingers into Rin's hair and pulling his face down towards his own. "You're so hot, I can't believe I never had you before now."
"No point thinking about the past," Rin replied, barely concealing a moan of longing as Haru placed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw line. "Just focus on this moment, ok?"
"Mhm," Haru whined, breaking away to gaze into Rin's lusting crimson eyes.
He was only allowed a second of reverence however, before Rin's hands were once more roaming his body, this time removing his shirt completely and sending it to join the accumulating pile of clothing on the hotel room floor. Exposing his upper body to Rin was not a new occurrence; after all, they had been swimming together for years. But this time was different, this time felt unique and exclusive, amorous and passionate, and unbelievably romantic.
The room was cool, but Rin's heat kept Haru warm as he reached up and unbuttoned the other's shirt, so they were both topless. The air around them became suddenly silent as they both admired each other's splendorous physiques, taking in every curve and crevice, memorizing each muscle to memory. It was a while before either of them made a sound, until Rin snaked a hand between Haru's legs and roughly grabbed his inner thigh without so much as a warning. Haru practically yelped with surprise, and something snapped within Rin's reason. All he wanted to do was hear Haru's voice loud and clear in his ears, and he would do whatever it took to achieve that.
His hand moved quickly upwards, brushing against Haru's crotch accidentally on the way, and earning a strangled cry in the process. Rin skilfully unbuckled Haru's belt with one nimble hand before swiftly sliding his jeans down his legs, where they were hastily kicked onto the carpet. Now Haru lay beneath him, flushed and slightly sweaty, an aroused look of desperation on his usually calm face, clad in nothing more than a pair of black boxers, which looked unusually tight.
"Is that uncomfortable for you, Haru?" Rin teased, trailing one finger lightly over the sizeable bulge. "Do you want me to take care of it?"
Haru nodded longingly, trying to raise his hips into Rin's touch, but finding himself mercilessly held back. Instead, he grabbed Rin's toned arm and yanked the redhead down into a roughly passionate kiss, their tongues messily clashing together as each fought for dominance, Haru's frustration at Rin's prevention becoming apparent. Taking advantage of this moment, Rin swept his hand over Haru's stomach, towards his heaving chest, feeling each muscle with a new wave of sexual desire before arriving at his destination. He twisted a hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, allowing Haru to break their kiss with a gasp of pain and pleasure. He continued his ministrations until both nipples stood perfectly upright, and Haru had become a squirming, breathless, moaning mess beneath him.
The sight of black hair sticking to his face, legs desperately trying to reach for contact, and deep red cheeks beautifully catching the light was far too much for Rin to handle. His hand plunged below the waistband of Haru's boxers, clumsily grabbing hold of his throbbing length and extracting an incomprehensible shriek from that usually so silent mouth. Smirking in satisfaction, Rin began to tactfully stroke Haru in time with the black haired swimmer's heaving gasps. Only it was never quite hard enough, never quite fast enough, never quite pleasurable enough, so that it teased Haru and drove him to the point of sobbing in need.
"Rin... Rin please!" Haru whimpered, crying out in shock and delight as he felt Rin circle his entrance with a delicate finger. "I can't take any more of this! It's too much!"
"But you can't say you're not enjoying it?" Rin grinned, sniggering slightly as Haru desperately tried to push down onto his finger.
As a result of this, Rin cheekily withdrew the digit, and instead used it to circle the tip of Haru's cock, swirling the collective beads of moisture that had formed there. His head was spinning and he could barely think of anything else but Rin. Rin, and the pleasure he was inflicting upon him.
Determined to drag this out for as long as he physically could; Rin lowered his mouth to Haru's chest and prodded his nipple with his tongue, eventually smothering his collarbones in long, wet strokes, before moving smoothly down towards his abdomen. Rin licked over every inch of Haru's stomach, enjoying the rippling sensation as he glazed over thick muscle, dipping his tongue into Haru's navel, his ears exploding from the amazing noises escaping that suddenly unrefined mouth.
The hand that was trapped within Haru's rapidly tightening boxers was still skilfully moving, and this combined with Rin's mouth on his bare skin was enough to tip Haru over the edge right there and then. However he held himself back, wanting this night to last as long as possible.
Rin had sensed how close he was, and after realising that he was restraining his climax, began to advance confidently on him, resolutely indomitable. Finally, after all of Haru's begging, he sped up the motion of his pumping hand, raised his face from flushed skin and locked their lips together in a rough kiss. Haru could barely maintain it for long, in fact, it was all he could do to continue breathing normally and control his voice. A strong urge had began to grow along with the heat that was pooling in the pit of his stomach, and Haru lost all self control as he wrapped his arms around Rin's shoulders, digging his fingernails into his back and crying out as his desires overcame him. Holding himself back now seemed to be impossible, and all he wanted to do was feel Rin inside him, yet voicing this craving was turning out to be harder than he had originally thought.
"Rin... I want... I w-want!" Haru panted, wanting nothing more than to get his words out and voice his longing.
"What? You want what?!" Rin asked amusedly, shuddering with pleasure as Haru's nails dug into his shoulders, his now painful erection jerking against his jeans. "Say it Haru. Say it and I promise I'll do it. What do you need, my love?"
"Ahh!" Haru groaned, trying to compose himself as he felt his climax building with a sudden lurch of his stomach. "I-I want you deep inside me. I want you. Please Rin. Please!"
Hearing those dirty words spill out of Haru's mouth like the liquid pouring from the tip of his length, was probably the sexiest thing Rin had ever experienced. And what made it all the better, was the fact that he was feeling it alongside the boy he had been in love with for a depressingly long time. But now, his feelings had been returned tenfold, and now that very boy was squirming and moaning beneath him, and the sight was fifty times better than any of his dreams.
"Fuck, Rin!" Haru shouted, his body convulsing suddenly as he reached his limit, spilling his load into the sticky expanse of his boxers, almost drowning Rin's hand completely.
Leaning back into the pillows, Haru closed his eyes and relished in the pleasurable feeling that had just begun to die down, the exhaustion he now felt beginning to claim his body. His limbs had turned to lead and he had almost gone numb, to the point where he didn't feel Rin withdraw his hand and wipe it clean on his jeans.
The red haired boy smiled as he looked down at Haru, before wiping sweat-drenched hair out of his face, his cool, heavy breathing beginning to cool his heated skin. It was clear that Haru was going to need a moment of recovery before they could even consider taking it further, and if he was perfectly honest, Rin himself needed a minute's preparation to adjust to the wonderful reality he was now living in. However, his time for dirty imaginings was cut annoyingly short, as a ringtone was blaring from his backpack, and he had no choice but to answer it. Even so, he shot a guilty look down at Haru as he got to his feet.
"Go get it," Haru replied sleepily, turning onto his side and sighing. "I need a quick second."
Rin nodded, smiling to himself at the sheer adorableness that was Haruka Nanase. He unzipped his bag and answered the phone, not bothering to check who was ringing, so that even the familiar voice that travelled down the line startled him slightly.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Are you ok? You took ages to answer. Where's Haru? Is he alright too? Did the flight land safely? Did the taxi crash? Is the hotel still standing?"
"Woah, Makoto! Calm down, we're fine! Just a little... um... preoccupied, that's all,"
"Oh thank goodness! I was so worried! So when did your flight land?"
"A couple of hours ago,"
"Was the flight comfortable?"
"Boy, Makoto. You sure do ask a lot of questions! Yes, the flight was actually really nice,"
"Have you eaten today? Did you find mackerel for Haru?"
"No, we weren't hungry,"
"Oh. Well make sure you eat tomorrow!"
"We're not stupid, of course we'll eat tomorrow..."
"Just checking, just checking! So when are you going to bed?"
"Soon-ish,"
"I'd better let you go then! Sleep well!"
"We will,"
"Good. Alright, I'll be going. Calls overseas cost a fortune anyway. Enjoy your evening!"
"Oh we will. Goodnight,"
Rin hung up the phone with an amused smirk on his face, feeling somewhat pleased with himself that he had successfully managed to cover up what he and Haru had spent their evening doing. However, upon turning back to Haru to strike up the possibility of continuing; Rin found his boyfriend to be sound asleep, breathing softly through his mouth and looking like the most peacefully happy thing on the planet.
Surprisingly, the lack of sex didn't disappoint or dissatisfy Rin in the slightest. As it were, that tedious conversation with Makoto had been enough to considerably reduce his arousal, and he had already had a pretty great night. After all, he'd never seen Haru act like that before...
Rin was not sleepy himself - even despite the hazard of jetlag - so he decided that taking a shower would be a good cause of action, as his hands were still splattered with the sticky remnants of Haru's orgasm, and he wasn't sure the hotel workers would be overly impressed if they turned up to clean in the morning and found it all over the sheets. So, rolling his eyes at the task he had assigned to himself, Rin gently removed the quilt from the bed, making an effort not to wake Haru in the process. He then tugged Haru's boxers down his legs and cleaned the sleeping boy up as best he could. Satisfied with his work, and also satisfied with the view; Rin pulled one of his jumpers out of a suitcase, and covered Haru over with it, smiling at the cute little mumbles he made as he snuggled his face into the fabric.
It was pitch black outside, and the wind from earlier that day had died down completely, so that the only sounds in around them were muffled footsteps from the rooms above, and Haru's contented breathing. Rin sighed happily before makin his way into the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door as he closed it, as the only person who could possibly walk in on him was Haru. After taking the usual fifteen minutes to figure out how the shower operated, Rin managed to start the water running, remove his clothes, and slide the door closed behind him before the glass windows became too condensed.
The water was a pleasantly warm temperature, and the showerhead was large and powerful, creating an absolutely wonderful feeling inside the cubicle. Rin tipped his head back and closed his eyes, allowing the strong jets of water to press onto every part of his body, his nerves tingling with relief, as it had been several long hours since he last washed himself. After reluctantly dragging himself away from the delightful heat and humidity, Rin rummaged around in his bag to locate his shampoo and shower gel. He eventually found it - as well as developing an unpleasant chill - and quickly leapt back into the shower, relishing in the water he had surprisingly found he'd missed.
After he had thoroughly cleansed himself of any post-plane discomforts, Rin pulled a pair of loose pyjama trousers on and draped a small towel around his neck, to catch the droplets of water that were sliding out of his damp red hair.
He let himself out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, becoming slightly startled upon finding Haru to be awake and gazing dazedly out of the window. Rin's mouth turned suddenly dry when his eyes dropped to Haru's body, and found him to be naked, apart from the jumper he had been sleeping beneath, which was half zipped up to cover his stomach.
"Haru?" Rin asked, walking over to stand beside him, looking out over the expanse of the city, cars and streetlamps twinkling like grounded stars.
Haru did not reply; instead he leant his elbow on the windowsill and rested his chin on his hand, letting out a soft breath of air and continuing to admire the sight of the city at midnight.
"What did you dream about on the plane?" Haru asked suddenly, only a small hint of curiosity leaking into his voice.
"Huh?" Rin exclaimed, taken-aback by this sudden interest in his unconscious pastimes.
"When you fell asleep on the flight," Haru repeated, again without turning his head to face Rin. "What was your dream? Can you remember?"
Rin fell silent in thought for a moment, trying to think of a way to express the complexly kinky dream he had experienced on that aeroplane.
"I suppose it was a dream about you, Haru," Rin said eventually, turning his head away in a sudden wave of unexpected embarrassment. "It was a dream about what it'd be like to hold you, kiss you, touch you. A dream about your beauty, and what it would feel like to love you, and express that love to you instead of simply bottling it all up inside. I kept it secret for so long Haru, it physically hurt me. I still can't believe I'm here with you now."
I response to this, Haru yanked Rin's face towards his own and kissed him tenderly, trying to tell him without words that he appreciated and received any love that came his way, and he would do his best to return it. Rin wrapped his hands around Haru's back and shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss. The taste of Haru's lips was sweeter than he could ever have imagined. The feel of his smooth skin and his breath on his face felt better than anything Rin had dreamed. The way Haru's tongue danced with his own, submissive yet feisty; somehow seemed to remind Rin of the reality he was living. The amazing, wonderful reality that the two lovers could both share. The magical, beautiful, fantastical reality that neither Rin nor Haru ever wanted to leave.
