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Soumako week Day 6: Touch
How did it turn out like this?
It was just a simple request. Makoto, after a joint practice with Samezuka, was feeling unusually stiff and Sosuke, having some experience with certain situations such as these, volunteered to help Makoto out with a massage. Grateful, the brunette nodded happily, taking him up on the request and leading him to his house.
Sosuke made good on his word, Makoto winding up in nothing but his underwear, his stomach to his mattress and his face in his crossed arms, strong calves on either side of his hips. Slowly, equally strong hands began pressing on the knotted back and shoulder muscles, soft hums of approval slipping from Makoto's lips.
They worked slow, the fingers sliding around the well-muscled back while Makoto, who was admittedly nervous as the two of them never spoke much outside of pleasantries during practices, found himself relaxing at the touch, even enjoying it. It felt good, the green eyes closing so as to focus on the touch, the young man unfortunately not noticing the repercussions of their actions until too late.
By the time Makoto discovered his body's reactions, he was already in too deep, and the erection that strained within his underwear was too noticeable to hide effectively. The young man tried his best to shuffle to a more comfortable position, his member rubbing against the sheets making his whimper quietly in protest.
"You alright? Tachibana?"
Green eyes looked up to the young man above him, the thick black eyebrows raised in concern.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine Yamazaki," Makoto nodded, hoping that he hid the strain he was under from his voice, "thank you for doing this for me."
"Sure," the head of black hair nodded, "let me know if you feel discomfort."
Nodding once more, the green eyes tried to focus on his bed spread, hoping that he could take his mind off the erection straining in his underpants. Unfortunately, the other alternative was the hands on his back and shoulders, pressing and rubbing at sensitive area Makoto didn't even know he hand. Whining softly, Makoto felt the thumbs press into the base of his neck, moving in circles, releasing the tension and helping him to relax even further.
Which did not help the situation in his lower extremities.
Almost as quickly as he relaxed, the young man tensed up again, half-wishing for this to be over so that he might be rid of this feeling.
Sosuke made his journey back down to Makoto's lower back, his body adjusting to apply more pressure, digging the young man's hips further into the mattress, a painful reminder of Makoto's embarrassment. Swallowing thickly, the brunette adjusted his chest over the sheets, doing his best not to focus on the relaxation the young man was causing him and, by extension, the pleasure that was a result of the touch.
"I'm almost done, a few more minutes alright?"
"Kay," the brunette smiled up, his face falling as soon as it returned to his arms only to jolt in surprise, "HII!"
"I'm just doing your legs," Sosuke explained with a teasing grin, "relax!"
Nodding sheepishly, the red face turning to look at his headboard, trying to ignore the feeling of the hands rubbing around his calves, sliding inward before moving to the outside, pressure applied at the right points before the feeling slid upwards and upwards, to the joint at the knees before reaching his thighs.
The pattern remained, the palm pressing into the muscles, sliding into the inside of the leg before moving away to the outside of it, the proximity almost making Makoto wanting to moan, the thoughts swirling in his mind driving him insane.
Why did he feel this way? He wanted to convince himself that it was simply because of the intimacy of the touch, that if anyone else was doing it, he'd feel the same, that if it were Rei or Nagisa, his body would react the same.
His problem was was that it had happened before, Rei had offered to massage his muscles and nothing had come of it, just quick thanks from Makoto before he headed off home to study for his upcoming tests.
Perhaps it was because he knew nothing about Sosuke, nor the mystery that surrounded him; the man was an enigma to Makoto. He was bigger than Makoto too, something that rarely happened in the brunette's life, and he found a sort of safety in Sosuke that Makoto tried to provide for Haru and the others, and it felt good to be the one being cared for. Green eyes peeked up at the young man who was focused on sliding his hands from the tops of the calves up to the thighs; his eyes could shift almost instantly from intense to kind, the colour almost like the arctic ocean, clear and beautiful.
"AH!"
Again the head of brown lifted to look as the tops of the fingers started sliding underneath his underwear, the teal eyes looking up at him with what Makoto was only a glint of mischief.
"Sorry," Sosuke murmured, "you need a massage here too," the young man noted, his hand over Makoto's slightly tightened ass, "it's better if I remove your underwear, get skin to skin contact."
"O-Oh," Makoto stammered quietly, his head turning to hide his flush.
"Do you mind?" the young man pressed, "we can stop-"
"No!" the brunette announced almost too quickly, his throat tightening as he tried to regain his composure, "I-I mean," Makoto stammered, "i-if you think it's better to continue than maybe we should…"
"It's up to you," Sosuke shrugged, his eyes watching Makoto with great interest.
Slowly, shaking fingers reached down to the elastic band of his underwear, his thumbs hooking into the waistband and he began tugging it downwards, his hips raised almost suggestively, him supported on his knees. Sosuke's hand was slow, sliding over the young man's spine to grab the back, pulling the last remaining garment from Makoto's body, the brunette beneath him now entirely naked on the mattress.
Makoto wanted to cry out as hands returned to his thighs, this time moving over his firm cheeks, his hands splaying over them, the palms and fingers rubbing and pressing at the tense young man. A hand gripped the bed sheets tightly, turning Makoto's knuckles white, his mouth discreetly biting the fabric as well.
He was so close to moaning, to whimpering the sound had settled at the back of his throat, waiting for the right opportunity to burst forth. And the press of Sosuke's thumb was all it took.
"Ahh!"
The strong hands pulled back at the cry, the teal eyes wide as Makoto became very aware of his voice and, more importantly, what Sosuke had seen.
He was mortified, the green eyes more noticeable against the red pallor of his face, wishing to curl into a ball and disappear amongst the sheets. Sosuke would think he was some sort of sick freak, someone who got off on this sort of thing, who enjoyed taking strangers to his bed.
"M-Makoto…"
The brunette couldn't bear to face him, couldn't bear to look up; he was humiliated beyond all reason.
"Makoto…"
Sosuke's voice was closer now, his breath to the ears, a shiver traversing his spine at the tone.
"You should have mentioned something," the young man pressed on, his fingers gripping the back of the muscled thighs, "I could've fixed it for you…"
His request was ludicrous, and it served no other purpose than to mock him; tears welling in the green eyes, Makoto kept his face hidden from the other, praying that he would grow bored and leave.
"Makoto…"
It was stupid for him to feel this, they hardly knew each other and Sosuke had only done it because he didn't want anyone else to suffer as he had done. He probably could never look the young man in the eyes again, not after this.
"You're not alone."
Makoto froze as he felt something rub over his rear, the bulge covered in Sosuke's jeans, but still evident as to what it was.
"Makoto," the brunette felt oddly warmed by the sound of his name spoken in the soft tones, their proximity making it harder for the young man to breathe, the arms snaking over his body even more so. "Makoto," Sosuke started once more, "do you… want me to touch you?"
Sosuke seemed hesitant at the question, almost as though he was unnerved by the thought. The hand on the sheets tightened, heart hammering wildly in his chest. Was Sosuke suggesting what Makoto thought he was suggesting.
"Makoto," again his name came from the lips, a quiet sigh escaping Makoto's as he tried to focus on the matter at hand, "if I start… I won't stop."
The young man felt as though the world had frozen; moments felt like eternities to him, every beat of his heart was both sped up and almost nothing.
"Makoto," Sosuke began anew, "do you want this?"
Did he?
Makoto hardly knew Sosuke, only through a few encounters and conversations. Green eyes peeked towards his lower half; his body seemed to want to be touched, wanted Sosuke to do as he pleased with him. His mind was less understanding, wanting to rationalize and reason their interactions. Makoto bit his lips, he should say no, he would say no and perhaps salvage their budding friendship.
Swallowing thickly, Makoto felt himself silently nod his head.
"I won't let you regret this…"
Nothing could be said from the brunette, still too much in shock over what he had just consented too, what he wanted. Though, he supposed there was no time to think, not when strong hands were returning to his backside.
The hips unconsciously rose into the hands that were now at the base, were leg met back, the thumbs pointed towards the straining erection, the appendages rubbing sensually between the legs. Makoto's own hands clutched tighter at the sheets while the second set daringly moved towards the engorged member, the fingers running along the sensitive testicles before a hand finally touched him.
"Uhh…. Ah!"
Arching upwards, his back felt the clothed chest, the young man leaning over him, his hands begging to pull at him, the fingers running sensually along the veins of his shaft.
"Oh… OH!"
"Next time, if you needed a massage here," a husky voice teased him, Makoto shivering at the almost dangerous tone, "you should just let me know."
"Ah… hah… NNG!"
The voice increased in volume as the second hand reappeared on his chest, two fingers plucking and pulling at his protruding nipple.
"Uh… ahn!" there were no words Makoto could reach for as he leaned into the hand and pressed his back into the chest, nothing but white filling his mind, him gladly letting all the thoughts go as he focused on nothing but the pleasure he was receiving.
Sosuke had been right when he suggested Makoto was tense, all the pressure was on him to get into a university, nationals, his issues with Haru; it was almost all too much. This, this touch, this tenderness, this pleasure that was running through his veins, this was what he was craving, this was what he needed.
"Ah… hah… Oh!" Makoto moaned wantonly as a finger dipped into the slit of his erection, the tip pulling away with a string of pre-cum.
His chest adjusted to the fingers that were at his buds, the hand moving to the untouched one, Makoto now to his knees as he sat up, his breath against Sosuke's neck and his hands clutching the wrists that were tantalizing him.
"So… Sosuke…" the brunette whimpered, uncaring as to how he sounded, how he looked as he called to the young man he barely knew to continue, to give him more.
The hand wrapped around his member pulled slightly harder at the mention of his name, his fingers treating his erection with the same tenderness as the rest of his body. The brown head of hair lolled as his chest heaved and panted, his neck exposed to Sosuke's teeth, the white incisors scraping along the flesh, making the body in his arms shiver with want.
"Ah… cl-close," Makoto warned, "I-I'm… hah… cl-AAHH!"
His body reacted as it would, his member releasing over Sosuke's hand, coating it in a sticky, warm, white, Makoto left panting in the muscled arms. They remained still for a moment longer, the sounds nothing but Makoto's breathing. Fog lifted from the green eyes as he suddenly became very aware of his state, as Sosuke did too. The tanned body pulled itself from the other, his body to the bed as he avoided the teal eyes that seemed to look only at the hand covered in Makoto's remains.
"Ah!"
Makoto was shocked as he felt an arm snake beneath his hips and pull them back into the air, the green eyes turning to see Sosuke bend over the bed, his hands retrieving the bottle of massage oil he had been using.
"I guess I was lying," the young man teased while the cool liquid flowed over his fingers, "you're massage isn't done yet."
The intensity of the teal orbs made Makoto shiver once more, his body tensing slightly as he felt cool fingers slide towards his wanting opening.
"Ah… AH!"
"Relax," Sosuke breathed as a finger slid into the young man twitching beneath him, "just breathe."
Makoto tried his best, his chest expanding and contracting in odd intervals, his breath hitching as the appendage curled and rubbed at his inner walls, stretching him and getting him accustomed to the sensation.
"Just relax," the young man above him encouraged, his chest coming to hover over Makoto's back, his lips to the ears that were a bright red.
"Hah… un… hah…."
A second finger entered the body, the two digits scissoring and prodding at him, as though the elder was searching for something within the brunette.
"Hah… HYA!"
Something that he found.
Makoto cried out as a jolt filled his whole body, his nerves feeling as though he was set on fire, his erection returning. Quivering, the young man tried to regain his long since lost composure, wondering what the elder had done to him.
"S-Souske…" the young man whimpered, "a-again… please?"
A smirk was all he received before the fingers began rocking his body, the spot that made him see stars found once more, Makoto's body responding accordingly.
The brunette couldn't contain his moans, the embarrassment he wanted to feel evaporating in the presence of the elder, his mind now at the mercy of his body's pleasures.
"So-So-Sosuke," Makoto panted, his cheek in the mattress, drool slipping from his parted lips, "f-feels… feels good…"
"Is it?" the voice teased, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "and we haven't even gotten to the best part yet…"
Makoto's muscled body shuddered at the words, his strong form now in a heaping mess at Sosuke's hands, his lungs singing at each touch inside of him, wondering how he never knew such pleasure could exist. A knee shuffled between his thighs, his form widening enough for Sosuke's body could fit into. Looking up, green eyes met a seductive teal, the smaller of the two feeling nervousness rush into his system as the fingers slid from his body only to undo the clothes that covered Sosuke's body.
"Relax," Sosuke repeated, his hands taking either side of Makoto's hips, his head lowering towards the brunette's, "this'll feel good."
"HHnng… AH!"
"Makoto…" the man above him grunted, "you need to relax!"
"Un-tr-trying too," Makoto whimpered, "h-hurts…"
"I know," the teal-eyed man whispered, his fingers tightening on the flesh, retraining himself from snapping forward and taking Makoto all at once. Sosuke let out a guttural groan, the young man felt so deliriously tight and warm it caused him such desire, "give it a moment," he chuckled softly, "next time, remind me to massage you a little more; you're still so tight…"
Next time?
Green eyes turned to look up at the dark-haired young man, tears blooming in his orbs though his face was that of surprise.
"What?" Sosuke grinned, his own nose touching Makoto's, "what did I say?"
"N-Next time…" Makoto swallowed thickly, "d-don't… don't you l-love R-Ri- AH!"
His words were silenced by something shoving roughly into him, his lips unable to contain the scream that permeated the room. In the aftermath Makoto lay there, his hands holding onto the mattress as though that were the only thing keeping him to the earth, the young man above him taking deep breaths to steady himself.
"You sounded good," Sosuke breathed, his fingers gently running up the length of Makoto's arms before they took positions above him, the brunette trying his best to keep his tears within in him.
"No. I don't."
Emerald met Aquamarine as the two of them stared at each other, Sosuke's forehead touching his own.
"I wouldn't be here, inside you if I loved someone else," the young man whispered, his hands covering Makoto's, "take as long as you need… I can wait."
Nodding, Makoto forced himself to take deep breaths in time with Sosuke's, their rhythms syncing quicker than the young man expected, his thoughts too many and too muddled to be made into a sensible string. The eyes looked up to the young man; he didn't know what to think, the mystery that was Sosuke only deepening. There was only one thing on his brain at the moment, only one thing that he felt he needed.
"Good," Sosuke encouraged, "good job, Makoto…"
"So-Sosuke," Makoto panted, "I-I'm okay… I'm ready…"
"Not yet," the young man smirked, "but you will be."
Green eyes returned to the pillow as the body inside of him pulled out slowly, his body both terrified and wanting what was to come, his hands gripping at the fabric.
The first thrust was painful, Makoto grimacing at the pain, his partner guilty at pleasure he was feeling.
"Makoto," Sosuke whispered, "you… okay…?"
"M fine," the young man grunted out, "keep-keep-hah-"
Sosuke was patient, setting a rhythm between the two of them, keeping in mind Makoto's state of pleasure, or lack thereof.
"S-Sosu-AH!?"
The young man smirked as Makoto's body arched in pleasure, the spot that made him writher and writhe now plundered with extreme accuracy, his chest heaving and the throat screaming in pleasure and delirium.
"Hah-ah! AH!"
Makoto was vocal, keenly moaning and filling the room with his sounds, their bodies' interactions muffled by the cries.
"So-Sosuke!" the young man cried, "ah-hah! I-I- oh God!"
"You feel good," Sosuke whispered, "Makoto… ugn…"
There was nothing that flowed into Makoto's mind, his thoughts vacant and his mind having gone entirely blank. Drool slipped from his lips as his sweat soaked skin slid against the strong chest. Sosuke looked towards the face, seeing only pieces of the closed eyes and open face, the flush over his cheeks accenting his tanned cheeks.
"Ug… hah!" Makoto had never felt such pleasure, never known it to exist, and wished it could never end. "So-Sosuke!"
His legs were gipped tightly, the body flipping onto his back, his green eyes looking up at the partner that was taking him with vigour, the eyes looking down at him burning with strength and desire. They said nothing as Sosuke dove, their lips connecting, the passion burning in Makoto's veins stronger now at their contact.
Blunt nails reached to grip at the bare back and shoulder, the fingertips digging into the flesh, red marks left in their wake.
"So-Sosuke!" Makoto cried, his chest arching into the other's, toes curling as he felt his end approach, "Oh-oh!"
"Makoto," Sosuke whispered, his lips skimming the throat as the head arched backwards, the crown of brown hair brushing over the mattress, "Makoto…"
The young man felt pathetic of how close he was to his end, how easily Sosuke could play his body. Green eyes filled with lust opened to look up at the young man, his lungs heaving and drool down the corner of his lips.
"So-SOSUKE!"
His body tensed as he released on his lover's abdomen, Makoto unable to catch his breath as his vision was covered in white, Sosuke feeling the walls around him tightening, an animalistic growl resonating in Sosuke's throat, Makoto's own body filled, the experience something odd; odd, but not unpleasant.
They stilled, panting and spent from their excursion, Sosuke stilled over the brunette, his arms shaking before he collapsed on the bed next to Makoto, panting equally as hard.
"Well," Sosuke started after a moment, "that's a first for me…"
"You mean… all your massages don't end like that...?" Makoto whispered while Sosuke chuckled.
"If they did, I'd be one hell of a slut," the young man commented, his head turning to look at the still flushing face, "besides… they usually didn't involve you…"
Makoto blushed ferociously, at the comment, his body trying to roll away, a hand gripping his arm stopping him.
"Sosuke!?"
His protests fell on deaf ears, his cheek coming to press against the chest, their closeness returned.
"Sorry," the young man whispered, "sorry… Makoto…"
Emerald eyes flickered around at the confession, his heart rate returning to normal though his thoughts were still jumbled.
"Sosuke," Makoto murmured, "so… why?"
Teal eyes looked down at the young man, his own orbs conflicted.
"I like you, Makoto," Sosuke explained bluntly, "I want to keep that smile."
His flush seemed to be never ending as the green eyes looked towards where his hand lay, his head close to the right shoulder.
"Sosuke," the young man whispered, his lips pressing against the destroyed muscles, "thank you…"
"Hm?" the teal eyes looked towards him, "that's it? Thank you?"
"What else is there to say?" Makoto asked, smiling fondly up at him, his eyes drooping dangerously, "well… besides, you know…"
"We'll worry about that later," Sosuke murmured, his thumb rubbing the young man, his lips to Makoto's hair as he slowly fell asleep, the two touching until the morning.
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