Chapter Twenty Seven

Makoto woke up far too hot. For a moment he was unsure of the reason and then he realised there was something heavy across his legs and he turned his head as he figured out it was Sousuke's thigh. Considering Makoto's bed was pretty small they had managed to both sprawl in their sleep and Makoto smiled as he saw the way one of Sousuke's arms was dangling from the bed as well as one leg. It didn't look particularly comfortable. But then again, they'd both been so damn exhausted that it didn't matter. Makoto guessed they would've fallen asleep anywhere last night and he was glad they'd made it to the bed.

He shifted a little, trying to extricate himself from Sousuke's body – not because he wanted to but because the bathroom was required and he moved Sousuke's leg with a delicate push. Sousuke responded sleepily, a grunt that was barely a noise and when Makoto escaped the heat of the bed, Sousuke seemed to spread out his limbs making best use of Makoto's bed.

Makoto paused for a moment, looking down at Sousuke in his bed and he let a smile cross his face. He could see his messy hair, his tattoos and one leg sticking out from the covers and Makoto marvelled at how this guy had ended up in his bed – the long convoluted story of love in a big city.

He stepped out of his bedroom, checking once again for any sign of Haru. His roommate had had always had a habit of being particularly quiet and so Makoto did expect to see sneakers in the door or some sign of Haru. But there was none.

Somewhat relieved though a little confused, Makoto went to the bathroom and then tip-toed back to the room. Sousuke was still asleep so Makoto took the opportunity, returning to the bathroom and turning the shower on, stepping into it once it was just warm enough, discarding his boxer shorts on the floor.

It felt like sweet relief, the water dripping down his body and Makoto closed his eyes as he just stood in the spray, relaxing into it rather than bothering to wash himself. He was enjoying the water, the simple pleasure when he heard the slight hint of movement, turning to look over his shoulder to see Sousuke who was taking off those tight boxer briefs – Makoto noticing the Superman pattern now he wasn't so exhausted – and a few seconds later, Sousuke stepped in too.

"Morning," Sousuke murmured as Makoto felt his body behind him, Sousuke pressing his front into Makoto's wet back. "You could've woke me…"

Makoto let a small gasp leave his lips as he felt Sousuke's naked body against his own, the very prominent hardness of an erection nudging his ass cheeks. He leaned back into Sousuke's body further, flexing his hips and he felt Sousuke respond, grinding his cock against Makoto's slick skin.

"You always left me in bed at your place…it's payback," Makoto answered, his voice breathless as Sousuke's big hands reached around his body, fingers teasing at Makoto's nipples, pinching them. Makoto moaned his encouragement and Sousuke leaned his head into the crook of Makoto's shoulder, kissing at his slick skin as he let his other hand wander.

It took far too long for Sousuke's hand to wrap around Makoto's cock and by the time it did, Makoto was bucking back shamelessly into Sousuke. The touch was electric and Makoto jerked his hips forward into Sousuke's slick hold, the move of his hips imitating fucking and ensuring that Sousuke's trapped cock was being stimulated by their slick moves.

Bucking together, Makoto felt close – close from just a hand on his dick and he turned his head to attempt a rough kiss. It was hard to kiss in their current position but Makoto was not changing it for the world. Sousuke was now pumping his cock firmly, his strokes from base to tip, and his thumb was teasing at the slit perfectly when he reached the tip, Makoto trembling at the stimulation. The other hand was still at Makoto's chest, his nipples being circled and pinched and abused and Makoto knew he was moaning constantly but so was Sousuke. As while Makoto was using his own hands to keep upright, his fingers gripping the tiles, he was letting his hips slide and he could feel Sousuke's big hard cock pressing against his ass, sliding between his cheeks and Makoto was grinding back into him as Sousuke continued to jerk him off.

The kiss was sloppy, teeth clattering and tongues peeking out to lick. The shower water dribbled between their mouths and Makoto only pulled back when he felt his thighs tremble, orgasm overwhelming him, barely able to stand up straight from the high of Sousuke's touch.

"Sou…suke," he panted out as he closed his eyes, his hips jerking as he reached climax, his cum staining the tiles briefly before the water washed it away. Makoto dared crack an eye open after the white heat of the initial high had stopped wracking through his body and he moved his hips again to feel Sousuke still hard against him.

With a forceful push back, Makoto freed himself from Sousuke's hold, turning in the small space and grabbing for Sousuke's wet hair, dragging him for a kiss full of soul and fire and need. He ran his fingers over Sousuke's toned and wet chest, stopping at his hipbones and he dragged Sousuke's bottom lip between his teeth before he fell to his knees, the small space making the move less elegant than he would've liked but still that didn't matter as Makoto wrapped his lips around the head of Sousuke's cock.

He felt the water from the shower against his back but Makoto ignored it as he took Sousuke into his mouth, his tongue trailing the sensitive underside and his hand going to the base, stroking where he couldn't take him in. Makoto felt hands in his hair, a hand on his shoulder, the grip tight and he would've smiled if not for the hard cock lodged in his mouth.

He could hear Sousuke's moans, sexy and deep, reverberating around the tiny bathroom, echoing off the tiles and it encouraged Makoto to suck harder, to make Sousuke come hard and scream his name.

Bobbing forward, he used his cheek, his tongue, applying suction and then backed off so that only the head was between his lips. He looked up through his eyelashes, meeting Sousuke's eye and he let Sousuke thrust his hips in small increments, fucking his mouth gently but firmly, Makoto reaching to hold onto Sousuke's firm ass. Makoto couldn't maintain eye contact and he closed them, moaning around Sousuke's cock, enjoying the firm solid feel of Sousuke. It felt so good to know the pleasure he was giving Sousuke and when he felt Sousuke's hips jerk with a more erratic move, Makoto looked up again to see Sousuke's head thrown back, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth as he came.

The force of Sousuke's climax shocked Makoto but he managed to swallow, sucking on Sousuke before he withdrew, wiping a wet hand across his mouth and taking a deep breath.

His body was trembling and with Sousuke's help, Makoto got to his feet, meeting his lips again in a slow sensual kiss that tasted of water and Sousuke.

"I'm glad Haru isn't home," Makoto mumbled when they parted, the shower water starting to feel cool as they stood.

Sousuke only "hmm'd" and pressed a series of kisses across Makoto's jaw and neck, the attention making his arousal build despite the recent orgasm.

"The waters getting cold…"

The answer to that was a small bite to Makoto's collarbone before Sousuke stepped back, nodding and with a few teasing touches, they left the shower, grabbing for towels and drying off themselves and each other. Makoto offered to make breakfast as Sousuke towel dried his hair, it sticking up at angles adorably and Sousuke smiled.

"I need coffee."

Makoto grinned. "I guessed… but we don't have it. I'll buy some if you stay over more often."

Haru did the food shopping and was a pretty healthy guy so the options were not what Makoto would've chosen but despite Makoto's lack of domesticity, he was able to make some simple rice porridge and find some additional sides from Haru's leftovers. He would certainly be repaying his roommate soon. He would make sure of that.

Coffee on the other hand was something they were sorely lacking in and tea would have to do. Makoto completed the tasks and Sousuke was dressed when he was done. There was a slight disappointment at seeing him clothed again as Makoto stood in a t-shirt and boxer briefs but as Makoto laid out the breakfast on the table in the living room, he felt Sousuke's hand against his back, sliding down to cup his ass and Makoto figured perhaps clothes would not last too long.

Breakfast was eaten, tea was drunk but Makoto found himself repeatedly distracted, rice dropped from chopsticks. The playful mood included feeding each other and Sousuke's gropes and Makoto couldn't help teasing back, his fingers slipping under Sousuke's shirt, reaching for nipples and tweaking, revelling in the sound of Sousuke's little gasps. It was nothing like the moans Makoto had got in the shower but he was beginning to learn all Sousuke's little signs – how to play his body and soon the remains of breakfast was being forgotten as Makoto crawled into Sousuke's lap, knocking his empty cup onto the floor and pressing his lips to Sousuke's firmly, slipping his tongue inside and tasting him deeply, drinking him in.

Sousuke responded, his fingers gripping tightly at Makoto's hips and their bodies began to grind together, the friction of Sousuke's jeans reawakening Makoto's cock, it hardening as they moved. There was certain laziness to their grinding, the urgency of their earlier sexual release dampening down some of lust filled need. If only some of it as when Sousuke bucked up just right Makoto was barely able to stop his loud shout, surprised at the pleasure circulating up his spine.

Their mouths attached, connected, their bodies in unison, they barely noticed the noise and it was only when Makoto heard a throat being cleared did he have enough sense of mind to break away and look up seeing both Haru and Rin in the apartment.

It had been Haru who had coughed in an attempt to get their attention. Rin was just smirking, his arms folded across his chest and he raised one eyebrow.

"We interrupting something?" he teased and Makoto marvelled at Sousuke's ability to both grab and aim a cushion at his friends direction, Rin dodging it otherwise it would've hit Sousuke's target.

"I'm just picking up some sketches… we have a meeting," Haru explained.

Makoto nodded and moved off Sousuke's lap, pulling down his t-shirt in a subtle attempt to hide his erection which Sousuke helped by offering him a pillow. He met Haru's blue eyes for a moment before his friend went into his room, the sound of things being thrown about heard before Haru returned clutching a large sketchbook. Rin had kept his hands in his pockets during the awkward interlude and looked around the apartment, conspicuously not looking towards them. Maybe he was aware if he said something else or stared, Sousuke would throw something that would be considerably more painful than the cushion.

"I'll be gone until after lunch," Haru said, his face mostly impassive but he inclined his head in Makoto's direction telling him all he needed to know - that they were alone again and could continue.

Makoto gave a smile despite knowing he probably looked embarrassed and cocked his head. "Thanks… Haru."

With a salute and a wink in Sousuke's direction, Rin left without another sarcastic word and once the door was closed, Makoto breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sometimes people have sucky timing," Sousuke said, a smirk on his face.

Makoto got to his feet, ignoring the mess of their breakfast they had made and he offered his hand to Sousuke.

"Let's go back to bed."