Chapter Sixteen

Sousuke gasped and that was what allowed Makoto to plunge his tongue inside his mouth, the tip tracing patterns as his hips connected with Sousuke's, Makoto wet clothing clinging to his skin and freezing him as he stood in the doorway of Sousuke's home. With a push, Makoto felt himself forced towards the doorway and his back hit the wooden frame as he felt Sousuke push it closed, it making a small noise as it shut behind him.

Pressed up against the door, Makoto ran his hands down Sousuke's firm back, skittering his fingers over the muscles and tracing the tattoos, his eyes closed but remembering the blacks and subtle pinks and blues.

Makoto panted when Sousuke's thigh went in between his legs and he could feel his arousal building, his cock hardening in tight wet denim as Sousuke ground against his body, the sleepiness he had exhibited when he opened the door having vanished in the lust filled touches and kisses.

His mouth leaving Makoto's lips, Sousuke nibbled at his jaw and then down to his pulse, worrying at the skin with his teeth and he felt nimble fingers start to remove his clothes, his jeans soon in a puddle around his ankles, Makoto toeing off his soaking sneakers as best as he could without losing contact with Sousuke's body.

"You're all wet," Sousuke remarked as he pulled back, his eyes heavy lidded with lust as he looked Makoto up and down, now stood in his boxer briefs and a wet hooded sweatshirt. "Take it all off?"

The words could've been an order but instead they sounded almost hopeful and Makoto swallowed and nodded, removing the remaining wet clothing until he was stood in just the boxer briefs, damp too but also tented at the front from the desire coursing through his skin. Sousuke took in his body appreciatively and his fingers tentatively touched the one other area of his body that was covered – the plastic wrap and tape over his tattoo.

"Is it sore?"

Makoto nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he felt the gentle touches, the anger he'd had moments before abated almost entirely.

"Why do you push me away?" Makoto asked suddenly worrying that the question was too much – too much for right now when they were both almost naked, both turned on and close, Sousuke's hands now at Makoto's hips, his big palms pressed just above the waistband on underwear.

He saw Sousuke's eyes widen momentarily, some shock for his words but then Makoto saw his mask reappear, his composure and he had the sudden desire to kiss that look off his face again rather than hear some excuse.

He did. Kissed him harder than before, thrusting his hips forward and angling them against Sousuke's crotch, their cocks rubbing against each through the thin material of pyjama pants and boxer briefs. Using his body, Makoto pushed Sousuke back so that they were stepping across the small space of Sousuke's apartment, mouths connected with gasping breathless kisses, tongues teasing and teeth nipping, Makoto feeling impossibly turned on when they crashed to the bed, Makoto on top of Sousuke.

Pushing himself up to look down, Makoto saw all those tattoos, clearly sentimental and thoughtful, clearly having meaning behind them and the way Sousuke looked at him. He looked different, vulnerable even - his face flushed, hair messy from sleep and Makoto moved so he could lick at Sousuke's chest, running his tongue over a black line until he reached nipple, biting down lightly and sucking, feeling fingers lodge in his hair and Sousuke buck his hips up.

Makoto felt Sousuke's cock and he continued his trail downwards, following the ink until he was at the waistband of the Batman pyjama pants. He looked up to see Sousuke was biting his lip and Makoto nuzzled at the straining flesh through the material before breathing over the head, feeling Sousuke's frustrated pants as blew moist air over the tip. He looked up and then took pity, his fingers going to the elasticated waistband and pulling them down to thigh, getting stuck on Sousuke's impressive cock as he removed them.

"You don't…" Sousuke mumbled but while Makoto guessed Sousuke was going to tell him he didn't have to wrap his lips around his dick, taste the pre-cum at the tip and take him as deep into his mouth… Well, Makoto wasn't going to listen anyway as he took him deeply into his mouth, his hand gripping at the base as he descended his head down, Sousuke's thick cock between his lips.

"Fuck!"

Makoto heard Sousuke's words and he bobbed back up to the head, licking at teasing at the sensitive skin at the tip, tasting the hint of salt and he closed his eyes to savour the flavour. Sousuke's thing was that he was too good for him or some twisted notion and Makoto wasn't just this "good guy" and he was attempting to prove that, his head buried in his Sousuke's crotch, fingers holding tight in his hair.

He released Sousuke before licking and kissing down the length of his dick, a hand rolling his balls and then a finger teasing at the sensitive flesh underneath. Sousuke seemed to like what Makoto was doing as he looked up, his eyes heavy lidded and he could see Sousuke starting to come undone. He looked so good that Makoto wanted to make him come so he opened his mouth and took as much of Sousuke's cock in as he could, seeing Sousuke throw his head back further and buck his hips up. He almost choked for a moment but he let his hand grip at the base, stroking Sousuke firmly so that all his flesh was stimulated as he heard panted moans and gasps.

"Mak…ot…o," he said roughly and Makoto backed off enough so that only the head was in his mouth as Sousuke arched his back and came, the taste on Makoto's tongue before he swallowed, sitting back on heels and looking up to see Sousuke looking down at him in some kind of daze. "You're… incredible…" he mumbled out and Makoto crawled back onto the bed then, straddling Sousuke's lap and kissing him, his cock still hard and feeling even harder due to how much blowing Sousuke had turned him on.

Makoto panted as Sousuke delved into his boxer briefs, reaching for his neglected cock and Makoto bucked into his hand, demanding more friction as they shared the flavour of cum between their lips. It was just a hand job but Makoto was already close, his body shivering from the cold from the rain or something else and Sousuke kept kissing him with this intensity that made Makoto's heart beat far too fast. Sousuke ran his thumb to the head of Makoto's cock and he was wet at the tip as Sousuke swirled around the pre-cum and Makoto couldn't continue the kiss as he buried his head in Sousuke's neck, mouthing at his skin, biting down at the inked flesh.

"I'm...close," Makoto warned, his voice barely a whisper and Sousuke grunted and increased his pace, his hand slipping down his cock in a way that felt so good and different to Makoto's own masturbation techniques.

He felt Sousuke's hand descend to his ass, cupping him firmly and a thumb teasing dangerously close to his hole, Makoto's body twitching from the idea of Sousuke inside him, that cock ramming into him hard as he looked up at the incredible body, as he ran his hands over those tattoos…. Makoto jerked forward into Sousuke's fist and came, the rumbling of his orgasm almost making him white out by the force.

He bit down hard when he felt his cock twitch and spurt and Makoto knew he would feel bad about it when he calmed down, when the sexual high was no longer coursing through his skin but right in the moment he felt primal and feral. He wanted to mark Sousuke just as the tattoos that covered his skin and claim some part of him. It was stupid as Sei's warning about Sousuke ran through his head but right now he felt so good, his body relaxing into Sousuke's as his hands ran up and down his firm back.

"You want to stay the night?" Sousuke said softly and Makoto looked at him, at his tired eyes and sexy bed head and nodded.

"Yeah," Makoto replied and he almost blushed when he noticed the white fluids on Sousuke's chest knowing exactly what they were. "You need to clean up… I'm sorry."

"Hey…I really don't mind after that." Makoto felt a smack on his ass and he jolted forward, a spark of pleasure caused by it. "There's beers in the fridge and my clothes are over there. Pick what you want."

Sousuke gestured towards a set of drawers and Makoto got up to do just that, feeling another light smack on his ass as Sousuke got up too, walking towards the small bathroom. In the top drawer were comfortable clothes – sleep shorts and t-shirts and Makoto grabbed for an old comfortable Ramones t-shirt and some boxers, unable to stop himself from breathing in the scent of the cotton as he put it on. He could hear Sousuke running a tap as he walked over to the small kitchen area and the refrigerator. When he got to the 'fridge, he stopped, pausing, as on the door were magnets – cheesy magnets of cats and things but they held up photographs.

There was one of the band and some of Rin and Sousuke together. He saw ones that were Rin and Sousuke and what Makoto guessed was Rin's dad, the family resemblance obvious and Makoto smiled seeing a young and innocent Sousuke. He was about to open the door and acquire the beers when he saw one was mostly obscured and Makoto moved it, seeing that on it was a younger Sousuke. Not that much younger but beside him was a man he assumed was his father and Makoto could see even though Sousuke could only be about fifteen or sixteen at the time, he had no tattoos then. It made him wonder when he'd started getting them and why but he didn't have time as he heard Sousuke re-enter the room, completely naked and Makoto couldn't help staring still even though he'd just blown the guy.

"Getting the beers?" Sousuke said, his eyes slightly narrowed and Makoto opened the door, getting the bottles before walking back towards the bed, Sousuke now having his Batman pyjamas back on.

Handing one over, Makoto smiled as Sousuke moved to offer him a spot on the fold out and Makoto took it, watching as Sousuke opened his drink and Makoto following suit. There was plenty Makoto wanted to say but then nothing at the same time as the anger had seemed to subside and he felt exhausted, more than exhausted as he was going to spend another night in Sousuke's bed.

"Why are you here? Not that I mind…" Sousuke said casually and Makoto felt his hands trail along his inner thigh, Makoto trying not to shiver from the feel of Sousuke's hands on him.

"I…" Makoto said and he stopped himself from admitting where he'd been – that he'd been at the bar, that he'd talked to Sei, that he wanted to know more than Sousuke gave. "I wanted to see you."

It sounded lame but Sousuke only laughed and Makoto liked the sound he decided as he moved to lie on Sousuke's tattooed chest, sipping on his beer. Sousuke reached for his cell, turning on some music and Makoto felt his eyes begin to close, feeling oddly safe and content lying on Sousuke's chest, listening to his heartbeat as he started to fall asleep.