Chapter Eighteen

The walk to Sousuke's apartment had been full of teasing touches and gropes, sideways glances and the occasional shared kiss. In the red light district area of Tokyo, no one cared about the two guys touching and starting their foreplay in the middle of the streets but Makoto did briefly think how he wouldn't have felt this bold if he'd been in Iwatobi. The memory of hiding kisses and sneaking into houses and trying to pretend he was "just" friends with his childhood friend suddenly coming to the forefront. It was quickly forgotten as they reached Sousuke's apartment, ice creams disbanded into the trash as after the kiss that tasted of popping candy, the sweetest thing wasn't the ice cream. It was the slide of tongues and the press of lips. And once in the apartment, the kisses shared were more heated than they had been in the streets.

Makoto grabbed for the loops of Sousuke's jeans dragging him as close as he could, their near identical height making it easy for their mouths to move against one another, Makoto's head tilted to the side to allow their tongues to delve and swipe, their kiss open mouthed and intense, sloppy but unbelievably sexy. There was want in every lick and nip and Makoto pushed his hips forward into Sousuke's, their denim clad groins meeting and it was clear they were both hard in the confines of stiff material, instinct meaning they rubbed against one another, the feeling delicious but unsatisfying with clothing in between.

Pulling away his lips, Makoto felt flushed, his eyes heavy with lust and he looked at Sousuke who looked pretty much how he felt, his eyes clouded and his cheeks warm. A large hand cupped at Makoto's jaw and he leaned into the touch as Sousuke ran his thumb over his lips, Makoto licking at the digit and then drawing it into his mouth, sucking at it in a way that probably reminded Sousuke of the previous night's blow job. It must've as Sousuke made a low growling noise and pulled back his thumb, his other hand grabbing for Makoto's ass and groping as he ground up against Makoto's crotch.

"Less clothes?" Sousuke said, his voice deep and strained and Makoto nodded, his hands diving to the front of Sousuke's jeans, fumbling with the button and the zipper, the erection making the task more difficult.

He accomplished it, his hand reaching for the front of Sousuke's underwear and feeling the wet spot at the front as he ran his fingers over his cloth covered cock. Sousuke's head rested on Makoto's shoulder as he pumped him a few times through underwear, the breathy exhales into the thick fabric of the hoodie making Makoto continue his touches as clearly Sousuke was enjoying it.

But as much as he was, Makoto suddenly felt a hand around his wrist effectively stopping his hand job and he looked up at Sousuke as he stepped back, a small amount of distance created between them. "I want to fuck you," he said bluntly.

Makoto wasn't shocked by the simple statement as he expected that. Hell, he wanted it – when he'd been blowing Sousuke, he could admit, he'd wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked by him, his cock inside him, pounding him, Makoto underneath or on top, his hands roaming over Sousuke's incredible body and tracing over his tattoos. But Makoto didn't answer straight away as much as his blood burned and his cock twitched and he felt Sousuke release his wrist.

"I mean, if you want…"

From the sexy assertiveness, Sousuke suddenly didn't seem as confident and Makoto pressed forward again, their mouths close enough that they could feel each other's breath on their wet lips.

"I want you to fuck me, Sousuke."

The answer was not verbal as Sousuke crashed his lips into Makoto's, hands roughly grabbing at clothing to remove it, impatience and desire taking over from rationality. Makoto did the same, t-shirts, hoodies and jeans falling to the floor and shaking needy hands grabbing at bare skin.

"Sousuke," Makoto moaned when his nipples were tweaked, when his neck was bitten, when his body was unable to keep itself upright and they both tumbled to the fold out, struggling with the remains of clothing until they were both naked, boxer briefs gone and cocks aligned, hands stroking flesh and mouths moving together.

There was still some awkwardness, the awkwardness of the first time with someone as Makoto nearly elbowed Sousuke in the face when he moved back on the bed so that he was lying on it properly rather than at the strange angle they'd landed but it was soon forgotten in the meeting of hot skin and gentle finger tips.

Sousuke kissed down Makoto's torso, looking up from underneath long eyelashes with hooded eyes to see Makoto's responses. It was hard not to gasp out and mumble words under his breath as Sousuke mouthed at his flesh, reaching to where the tattoo was still covered up, still healing. When he arrived at it, he touched it gently, Makoto feeling his eyes flutter closed as Sousuke's mouth moved to just over his cock, the feel of soft breath close to the tip.

He couldn't watch – couldn't watch the way Sousuke looked – naked and tattooed and defined – or more importantly, the way he looked at Makoto. It was with reverence and need and lust and no one had looked at Makoto like that.

His ex had been all convenience. They both liked boys, they both wanted to experiment, they had easy access to each other's homes but there was the thing hidden underneath the surface that neither really cared about the other at all. Well, not beyond friendship and there was certainly no love. No passion beyond horniness and Makoto trembled when he felt the swipe of tongue across the tip of his cock, the swirl around the head, the impression that Sousuke was tasting him, savouring his flavour like they should've done with the ice cream they'd discarded.

His fingers threaded themselves through Sousuke's hair and it felt soft in his grasp as Sousuke bobbed down on his cock as fingers teased at his inner thighs.

"Sou…suke…" Makoto said shakily, his eyes opening again as he felt fingers travel up to crevice of his ass, teasingly touching at the sensitive spot behind his balls before pressing lightly at the rim of his hole.

It had been a while since he'd done this and Makoto almost jerked away from the intrusion, the feeling forgotten but then he felt Sousuke's lips leave his cock, his tongue then licking at his balls before following his fingers trail.

Lifting at Makoto's thighs, Sousuke moved Makoto, exposing him and Makoto wanted to blush or turn away but oddly his eyes were wide open and locked with Sousuke's. Sousuke gave the slightest of smirks before he leant down, the eye contact lost and Makoto felt the swipe of tongue, the push inside of his body and he swore loudly, uncharacteristically, as he felt the slick invasion into his body.

His fingers were now balled in Sousuke's cheap sheets and Makoto worried he would break them from the intensity, the weird feeling that was in his gut as he felt Sousuke's fingers join his tongue, slick from lube acquired from somewhere. Makoto had lost all semblance of control and knowledge, barely knowing anything but the thrumming pleasurable feelings radiating through his body and so Sousuke could've left the bed and grabbed the lube and Makoto would barely know. He felt lost in a way that was entirely perfect. Not lost because he wasn't fitting in somewhere, not lost because he was a small town boy in a big city, not lost because he was finding his feet and trying to make friends. He was lost because Sousuke was doing things to him because Sousuke was focused on his pleasure and Makoto was sweating, biting on his bottom lip as he felt the intense sensations.

Sousuke moved, the tongue leaving and Makoto almost whimpered from the loss of that feeling only for it to be replaced by the fullness of two fingers, crooked and probing, filling him. Shaking, Makoto tried to move, tried to prop himself up on his elbows but he ended up flat on his back with Sousuke hovering over his, their faces close, those fingers still inside him.

"Are you okay?" Sousuke asked, kisses rained down on Makoto's jaw and cheek, at the corner of his eye, on his forehead.

Makoto nodded and took a gulping breath. "You're… good…"

"I try."

Sousuke's retort was followed by a prod of finger that made Makoto buck up uncontrollably, a flash of pure pleasure circulating through his system as Sousuke touched him expertly, Makoto moaning loudly and not caring if it was loud or embarrassing as he surrendered to the feelings.

"You are so sexy, Makoto," Sousuke murmured and Makoto didn't tell him he wasn't as he felt his body opened and stretched, more than two fingers, slick and moving. Makoto thought he could probably come from the fingering but he wanted more – he wanted Sousuke inside him and he was getting so damn close from the foreplay that he worried he wouldn't last.

"Stop… I don't want to come yet…"

He heard the small "huh" from Sousuke's mouth as those fingers left him and he sat back on his heels, his head cocked. Despite his body trembling from Sousuke's touch, Makoto pushed himself up so that he too was kneeling on the fold out and face to face with Sousuke. He tentatively touched at Sousuke's chest, tracing the lotus flower tattoo and he let his hand trail to Sousuke's impressive cock, his thumb on the slit as he felt Sousuke's obvious excitement, the wetness on the digit.

Sousuke's eyes were watching Makoto's hands and Makoto bridged the distance between their mouths, kissing once again, but this time slow and sensual as he stroked at Sousuke's cock. He swallowed Sousuke's moans and gasps, feeling his breathing become irregular and Makoto pushed forward, losing the balance they'd had and crashing back to the bed in a tangle of limbs. With some fumbling and grasping fingers, Makoto ended up straddling Sousuke and he ran his fingers down his chest, pinching at nipples until he felt the impatience that had been building bubble to the surface and he reached for Sousuke's cock, running his hand up and down it.

"Condom?"

Makoto meant to sound assertive but it sounded weaker than he intended and Sousuke nodded, his hand reaching towards the floor and after some groping around blindly, he seemed to have grabbed what they needed. Taking it off Sousuke, Makoto ripped open a packet, and rolled the latex onto Sousuke with more tease than necessary. Sousuke threw his head back at Makoto's touch but it was nothing to the response Makoto got a moment later when he held the base of Sousuke's cock, aligning it against his entrance and then slowly slid his body down onto him.

Biting his bottom lip, Makoto felt the familiar burn of penetration but it was a pleasant ache as he felt Sousuke stretch and fill him, Makoto resting his hands on Sousuke's chest as he lowered his body until they were fully connected. Once Sousuke was deep inside, Makoto paused, his breathing shaky and he opened his eyes and looked at Sousuke whose hair was dishevelled, his eyes closed and his mouth opened in an "o" of pleasure. He looked incredible and Makoto let a gasp leave his lips as he flexed his hips ever so slightly, the ripple radiating through his body from even the slightest movement. He felt Sousuke's hands grab at his hips and they moved against each other, a small move at first that was like familiarising themselves with each other's bodies.

"You're… fucking incredible," Sousuke moaned out, "so…tight…"

Makoto wanted to say how it felt to be filled by Sousuke, connected, how it felt to have him deep inside and pulsing but he didn't, he only moved his hips with more intent, his thighs tensing as he moved up and then back down on Sousuke's cock. Sousuke's hips moved up then, thrusting up into Makoto's downward motions and Makoto's back arched as he felt every inch of Sousuke's cock inside him. Breathlessly, with sweat pouring down his face and his hair in his eyes, Makoto began to move at a more steady rhythm, his hands grabbing at Sousuke's shoulder as he ground down onto his dick. Sousuke's hands were tight on his hips to help each up and down movement and with each slick move, Makoto was panting out a litany of swear words and Sousuke's name repeatedly as his whole body shook from the intensity.

His cock was leaking, the head wet and he felt Sousuke's fingers wrap around his stiff flesh, pumping him in time with their moves, the combined feeling of the cock pounding into his ass and the hand jerking him off making Makoto reach climax quicker than he had wanted to. He did want this to last longer but the pent- up frustration from the foreplay and the depth and feel of Sousuke inside him meant that Makoto was losing grip, his balls tightening and his cock twitching as he felt climax begin to rip through his body.

Panting, Makoto felt his orgasm burst through his body, his cum spurting onto Sousuke's chest and he felt Sousuke's body rock up into him hard a few more times until he stopped moving, gasping Makoto's name and "fuck" as he too came.

Almost whiting out in the intensity, Makoto felt Sousuke's hands gently running down his sides and he opened his eyes after he'd caught his breath, looking down to see Sousuke's small smile, the fluids on his chest and the way his eyes were smiling sleepily, crinkled at the corner.

"Wow," Sousuke said.

Makoto nodded in agreement unable to trust his voice and then leaned down for a kiss, his body still trembling as they were still connected.

"Staying?" Sousuke asked as they parted and Makoto smiled.

"Yeah."

Reluctantly, they disconnected their bodies and Makoto tried not to be embarrassed as he realised that cum had even ended up on Sousuke's neck. Sousuke didn't care, only chuckled and gave a small smirk as they cleaned up, ordered pizza and spent the rest of the night watching some movie and eating, sharing kisses and wearing nothing but boxer briefs.

And when it was time to sleep, Makoto found his body gravitating to Sousuke's heat and he wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his nose into the dark hair of his neck. He was nearly asleep, his breathing regular when he heard Sousuke speak in the darkness, his voice quiet as though he was whispering it to the night and intending for Makoto not to hear. But Makoto heard.

"Don't leave… even though everyone does..."