Chapter Twenty Eight

Removing Sousuke's clothes had not taken long, the jeans and shirt dropping to the floor as soon as they were safely in Makoto's room. They'd kissed and groped their way across the apartment, knocking into walls and doors and furniture but not caring as they focused on each other's lips and mouths, their tongues colliding and slipping together as they fumbled their way to the bedroom.

Makoto shrugged off his own t-shirt, shimmying out of his underwear seconds later. There was no point in pretence – no point in drawing it out and undressing each other slowly as there was a feeling in the room that was hard to articulate. Lust, yes but more than that and once they were both naked, bodies close, chests and groins aligned, Makoto broke off from Sousuke's mouth briefly just so he could look at Sousuke's face. Look at his flushed cheeks, his eyes that were clouded and lust filled and his lips moistened by their kisses. His hair was still stuck up at angles from its rough drying and Makoto ran his fingers through it again, addicted to the simple pleasure of feeling strands between his fingertips and then he dove in for another kiss, their lips meeting in tender sensual kiss.

The fire of the shower encounter seemed gone and there wasn't the same level of impatience. There was the need and want but it was without the grasping and the forceful nudges and pushes. Makoto liked the pace as he pushed his hips forward, their cocks sliding against one another deliciously and he used the leverage of his move to force Sousuke back towards his bed.

A few steps and Sousuke's legs must've hit the bed as he stopped, the kiss stalling as Sousuke sat down and then slid back onto the messed sheets, Makoto following when Sousuke's reached out to him. Makoto straddled Sousuke, their mouths connecting again, tongues seeking out tongues and hands reaching for each other's hands.

Makoto ground his hips slowly, rolling them into Sousuke's and the sensation was electric and enough in that very moment, the touch of naked skin against naked skin intoxicating. So intoxicating that Makoto felt breathless, so breathless that he needed to breathe.

He backed off, sat back on his heels and looked down at Sousuke who gave him the smallest smile, his big hands reaching to Makoto's side and running down them before he rested them at his hips.

"Fuck me."

Makoto blinked, his mouth opening in response but no words coming out. He knew he should respond but his mind had gone blank. It didn't help when one of Sousuke's hands wandered, grasping Makoto's cock and pumping him a few times slowly.

"Makoto…" Sousuke whispered as he leaned up on his elbows, "fuck me."

Gasping from the torturous moves of Sousuke's hand, the grip perfect, he nodded, his "yes" breathed out as he reached for that hand to stop the touch.

"I need…" he murmured and Sousuke nodded, his fingers stopping the sensual strokes as Makoto left the bed, fumbling in his top drawer for the necessary supplies.

Grabbing them, Makoto threw them on the bed beside Sousuke who grabbed for lube, raising his eyebrow when he noticed it had been opened before. Makoto wasn't stupid and inexperienced so he had bought condoms and lube just in case – it was just the condom packet that remained unopened, the lube he had used on his own…

"Masturbation," Makoto explained as Sousuke handed the tube back over, the slight twinkle in those blue eyes seeming to enjoy the slight awkwardness Makoto was feeling. "I've not since… my ex."

It didn't feel the right moment to be bringing up Kisumi and he saw a brief flicker in Sousuke's eyes that passed a moment later as Makoto climbed back on the bed, connecting their bodies one again. Makoto was sure Sousuke had exes – not just the boy who'd tried to blackmail him – and that thought did send a white hot feeling rolling in his stomach but he ignored it as he was leaning down for another heated kiss as he opened the tube, slicking up his fingers with dexterity he barely felt capable of.

Somehow accomplishing the task, Makoto trailed his mouth from Sousuke's lips so he could mouth as his jaw and then his throat, licking and nipping at the skin as he went. His mouths wandering was replicated by his fingers as found the sensitive skin underneath Sousuke's balls, spreading some there before Makoto let his finger slip to Sousuke's entrance, his tip skimming around the edge of his hole. He felt Sousuke grunt and Makoto looked up from where he had been licking at Sousuke's clavicle.

"Keep going," Sousuke said, his voice raw and Makoto did, sliding a finger inside Sousuke, feeling the heat and tightness, the sensation making Makoto's own cock throb.

He hadn't done this in so damn long and with Sousuke… it was overwhelming him. Sousuke with the ink that trailed his body. Sousuke with those kind eyes and that small smirk. Sousuke who smelt of Makoto's soap. Sousuke who Makoto… was in love with. And so Makoto rained butterfly kisses all over Sousuke's chest and abs, licking along the lines of his muscles and he thrust that finger in and then out, feeling the slight loosening and the subtle gasps and moans coming from Sousuke's lips.

Makoto grabbed for the lube again, applying more and he removed his finger to insert another, Sousuke making a noise that almost sounded like a whine when he was empty.

"Soon…" Makoto soothed and he leaned down to press a kiss to the head of Sousuke's cock before he let both fingers reach to Sousuke's hole, skirting the rim before slipping inside.

"Fuck," Sousuke hissed and Makoto worried for a second, sitting up as he did not want to hurt Sousuke but as he was about to withdraw, a hand was wrapped around his wrist, stopping it from moving. "Keep going… I want you."

Makoto nodded and slid them in further, the prep slow and agonising for both of them but it would be worth it, Makoto knew even as he saw the beads of sweat developing on Sousuke's skin, Makoto licking a bead on his throat, tasting him as he scissored his fingers, opening Sousuke carefully and slowly.

Time had seemed to stop as it all took too long but also not long enough. Once Sousuke was ready, Makoto added a third finger as he licked at the underside of his cock, enjoying feeling Sousuke tremble underneath him. It seemed he was trying to stop himself from losing control but Makoto heard the grunts and pants, the gasps and moans and he loved each one as he knew it would be soon. Soon until he was inside Sousuke. Soon until they were joined.

Panting, sweat on his own face, Makoto reached for the condom packet with trembling fingers, opening it and carefully rolling it onto his cock. Sousuke watched the act and he spread his legs wider, offering himself as obviously as he could. Carefully, Makoto spread lube over the latex and then grabbed for one of Sousuke's legs so it rested against his shoulder. His cock nudged at Sousuke's hole and then Makoto flexed his hips, the head slipping inside slowly as he thrust his hips forward.

He pulled a little way back before he pushed in again and Makoto tried to keep his eyes open to see Sousuke's expression but it was hard to. Hard when the feeling of tight warm heat was overwhelming every sense of his body, his nerves tingling, alive with the pleasure. He pressed in until he was fully inside and Makoto groaned loudly once he was sheathed as he felt so connected to Sousuke. His whole body was trembling from the sensation and when Makoto opened his eyes, he saw Sousuke illuminated by the morning light, his arms above his head and his eyes closed, his mouth open in pleasure. It was incredibly sexy but more than that… Sousuke was beautiful. And his.

Makoto bent down for one brief swipe of lips while Sousuke adjusted and as he moved back he couldn't help but whisper "I love you."

It was barely words – just a sigh on the breeze but then Sousuke reached out, grabbing for one of Makoto's hands. He brought it to his mouth and kissed at Makoto's knuckles and he said "I love you, too."

It was whispered, words shared in private, alone but they were said. And unable to say anything else, unable to do anything else but feel Makoto pulled back his hips before snapping them forward, thrusting deeply into Sousuke's body. It was unbelievable how it felt as they moved together and Makoto knew he was probably being louder than usual as he panted out, as the sweat ran into his eyes, as he fucked Sousuke slow but steadily into his bed sheets.

Sousuke wasn't passive but then Makoto never expected that, he pushed into all of Makoto moves, flexing his hips to drive Makoto deeper, swearing loudly when it was clear Makoto had hit prostate and Sousuke was seeing stars.

Whenever Makoto heard that "fuck" whispered, he repeated the same flex to hear it again, Sousuke's needy gasps turning him on like no one ever had. It felt so natural, their pace meeting each other's and when Makoto started to feel his own cock demanding more speed, it seemed Sousuke needed it too, their bodies rutting and rocking together faster.

The bed rocked and Makoto wondered if his cheaply bought frame could take the power of their fucking but it would – it had to as he started to slam into Sousuke with force, his balls slapping against Sousuke's ass at each deep thrust. Sousuke's hands had grabbed for Makoto's biceps and his leg had ended up around Makoto's waist and their thrusts were becoming uncontrollable, jerky and fast, both of them reaching some ecstasy as they rocked the bed.

Makoto reached for Sousuke's cock, it slick from pre-cum and he pumped at it, jerking Sousuke's big cock hard and fast as his own twitched, release starting to whiten out all his senses.

Sousuke rocked his hips up perfectly, his cock sliding between Makoto's fingers and Makoto felt his own dick being squeezed by the tight heat of being inside Sousuke. The clenching around his cock sent Makoto over the edge and he thrust jerkily and deeply, finally coming with a loud drawn out moan, his voice raw and cracked.

He remembered Sousuke even in his euphoria, pumping his hand as he slumped forward, feeling the stickiness of cum on his fingertips as Sousuke gasped out his climax moments after Makoto's own.

Unable to move, unable to do anything but bask in the afterglow, Makoto buried his head in Sousuke's shoulder, breathing in the sweat from their exertion as he felt his body thrum from orgasm. He was sure he wouldn't be able to walk for a while but Makoto didn't care. Not when Sousuke wrapped his arms around him, rubbing circles on his back and Makoto almost purred to show his content as he nuzzled at the slick sweaty skin.

They stayed that way until Makoto knew he had to slip out and tie off the condom, reluctantly doing so and then throwing it in the trash can he found hidden underneath some books. Sousuke moved gingerly from his position, making himself more comfortable in the bed but not before grabbing some tissues to wipe off the mess on his stomach and chest.

His task done, Makoto walked back over to the bed and joined Sousuke, accepting the non-verbal offer to lay on his chest. As he lay there, Sousuke played with Makoto's hair and Makoto let his eyes close as he listened to Sousuke's heartbeat.

"I meant it," Sousuke said softly, followed by a low chuckle, "I love you even though I really didn't want to…"

Makoto propped himself up then. "I love you too even though I didn't want to," Makoto replied and he saw Sousuke's expression and Makoto laughed too. "You were meant to be just a fling. Some stupid thing through the Rush Hour Crush page."

"And I'm not?" Sousuke teased.

Smiling, Makoto returned to his position on Sousuke's chest, his fingers tracing some ink. "No… no you're not."