Chapter four

Sousuke huffed as he flung the door to their room open, striding in. Makoto looked up from where he was doing his homework at his desk.

Sousuke had started the ritual of jogging with Rin every couple of nights around this time. He'd come in huffing and puffing, followed by a shower and then throw Makoto a new version of the same insults before leaving the room to go study or hang out with Rin. That was the nights he came home. Most of the time Makoto had no clue where Sousuke was at all. Sousuke still stuck with Makoto at school and even a bit when practice started.

But once a free moment rolled around Sousuke jumped at the opportunity and was gone, Especially weekends. Makoto had had the room all to himself every weekend since the year had started. Rin told Makoto that Sousuke didn't live all that far away, and he'd go home most weekends.

Not that Makoto could blame him. If things weren't so-if he could go home to his parents every weekend he would. But now it was just-there was nothing left there but the ashes of everything that could have gone right, but didn't.

Though drawing his attentions was the fact there was still huffing next to Makoto, and had been for a good minute or so. Looking up, Makoto adjusted his reading glasses. "Yamazaki-kun?" He inquired. Maybe the insulting portion of their night would come early this time.

Sousuke looked at him, his face a bit unreadable, though there looked to be irritation, his favorite emotion when it came to Makoto.

Makoto frowned. He'd tried to branch the subject of room changes with Rin once again in the last few days and it hadn't gone as expected. Apparently Sousuke's version of their situation had the soundtrack of, "everything is awesome!" So now Makoto was trying to be as passive and light as he could with Sousuke, hoping maybe if he was kind, Sousuke would take a hint and start returning the sentiment. Or at least leave Makoto alone.

"You're here a lot."

Right.

On the flip side of Sousuke, Makoto did homework every evening. He had been swimming every evening up until he'd been throughly scolded by Sousuke and then Rin and then even Momo had noticed.

They were right, unfortunately. If Makoto pushed too hard he'd end up hurting himself and that would hurt the team. So Makoto did his homework. He still stayed an hour or so later at practice and was considering trying the gym again. Most nights though he just slipped back into the pool after everyone had left and started in on more swimming. It was the only thing that-kept it all at bay.

The problem with the gym was-his mind wandered. About an hour and his limit was up. Thoughts of oceanic blue eyes or small messy hands or just anything and Makoto would start to feel himself cracking from the inside.

Nonetheless less, Makoto already felt like Sousuke held too many secrets between them. So he simply pushed a smile to surface as he looked back down at his homework. "Am I?" He chuckled. "I guess I just don't want to let anyone down. Samezuka is a really great opportunity for me."

Sousuke grunted in response, "right." He was pulling the athletic hoodie off over his head before tugging the running shoes off.

Makoto swallowed audibly as he felt Sousuke's looming shadow over him, a large hand was placed on the desk as Sousuke leaned over him, his face quite close to Makoto's. "Is this the math homework?"

"Yeah," Makoto said trying not to shift in his seat. It had been a good couple of weeks since Sousuke had touched him. He had stopped running into him, tripping him, shoving him, but it had been replaced in a sudden way with the way he watched Makoto all the time, not touching him, just invading his personal space. Maybe this was his new form of torture.

It seemed neither of them were quite sure where they stood after the-incident-in the locker room.

But ever trying to keep things light hearted, Makoto just smiled as he looked at Sousuke. "Have you started it, at all?"

Sousuke peered back at him, not one of his devious smiles, not one of his looks of irritation, not even his usual mask of apathy. He shook his head and backed away. "It's not due till Monday, I'll do it sometime this weekend."

Humming in response, Makoto looked back down at his work.

There was a creak of the bed as Sousuke sat down. "Why did you come here, Tachibana?"

Caught off guard, Makoto straightened. Not many people had really asked him that. Most had just assumed since Makoto liked swimming he was trying to go to a better school for swimming.

Maybe that would be enough for Sousuke too, Makoto hoped. "This school has a really great swim team, I was really honored to be accepted."

There was another creak and rustle as Sousuke leaned back on the bed. "You don't seem like the kind of guy that would leave your old swim team hanging like that. Rin mentioned you were even Captain as a second year."

Makoto wasn't sure what to answer. Makoto had ended up being exactly that kind of guy. In the end, Makoto had left them, no he'd ran from them, as fast and as hard as he could. He hummed though, assuring,"I'm sure they're just fine. They even have two new recruits!" Makoto laughed. "I guess I might have cursed them, we could never manage a new member when I was there."

It was quiet for a second before Sousuke said, not nearly as light hearted as Makoto had hoped for, "I've talked to Rin about those new recruits... Iwatobi lost one of their strongest swimmers. And the new boy they have doing backstroke apparently can't even manage a fraction of your old times." Sousuke snorted. "With your recent times, he might drown in the lane next to you, if he doesn't watch out."

Setting down his pen, Makoto looked over at one of the few things he'd brought with him of Iwatobi. The picture was nothing special, but it was enough, just a selfie the two of them had taken on Makoto's phone. But it meant the world to him, and when that world had crumbled...

"Trust me, Iwatobi is better off with out me,"

There was quiet again. Sousuke shifted, probably sitting up, "how-"

"Oi! Are you ready?" Rin announced his presence as he opened the door. He had his swim bag slung over his shoulder and a predatory smile.

Makoto smiled at him. "Hullo,"

"Hey Makoto!" Rin greeted before he faced Sousuke, "Have you been taking a nap or something? We said we were gonna head straight down to the pool. "

Sousuke stood from his bed, going to the closet to retrieve his own bag. "I just got up here." He dug out some slip-on shoes and fit into them. "I was talking for a second before I came down."

Rin snorted. "I thought you were the one all pumped up for a race."

Sousuke collected a jacket. "Don't be in such a hurry, we both know I'm going to crush you once we're in the water."

"Tsk! Not a chance in hell!" Rin retorted leading the way out the door.

At the door, Sousuke stopped, looking back at Makoto. Makoto flashed a smile before he leaned forward, focusing back on his homework.

It was good Rin had a friend like Sousuke. Friends that good only happened once in a lifetime it seemed.

"Come jogging with us." Sousuke voice rumbled through Makoto abruptly as he was shadowed by the giant leaning over him.

Sousuke closed the text book in front of Makoto, not all that gently brushing his homework into the front cover and placing his hands in either edge of the desk, watching for Makoto's reaction.

He sat stalk still. It had been a few nights since Sousuke's sudden interest in Makoto's daily habits.

Not sure how to refuse, Makoto shifted uneasily in his chair. "Yamazaki-kun ," he breathed. He tried to order his thoughts. It was harder than expected with Sousuke over him, his breath against Makoto's neck. "Ah," he fidgeted with his pencil. "I don't want to intrude-"

"On what?" Sousuke shot back. "Rin thinks you can do no wrong. My feelings?" He barked a laugh. "I'm the one asking you."

Saying he didn't want to go would be rude. And yet-he didn't want to go.

Makoto had a jogging partner and-there wasn't anything he wouldn't give to have him back. But unless there was a rift in the theory of the space time continuum, Makoto wasn't going to get a second chance.

"I-" he stalled. "Thank you, but-"

"Come on," Sousuke interrupted him. "It won't kill you to do something other than survive."

Makoto frowned again, trying to think of an excuse.

So standing out in the night air, in running shoes, basket ball shorts and his hoodie, Makoto was still working on that excuse. Sousuke waited a step or two away, rubbing his hands together. He watched Makoto, like always.

"Sorry," Rin called as he joined them in the courtyard. "I had to deal with something,"

Sousuke smiled immediately as Rin showed his face, "Yeah, important business I'm sure." he stepped up to Rin, still beaming. "Now that your hair's straightened and your nail are done, can we get to the running part?"

"Never underestimate the power of a good manicure," Rin shot back with out missing a beat, "be sure and remember that when you see me getting farther and farther ahead of you in the water."

"Only in your cute, girly dreams, " Sousuke touted, stretching one foot behind himself, then the other. He nodded to Makoto, "I managed to get him out of the cave."

Makoto reddened.

Chuckling, Rin smiled at Makoto as he passed him, stretching his own legs. "All are welcome aboard, just so long as you keep up."

Makoto gave a forced smile. "I'll try my best."

"I'll drag him along, when he collapses," Sousuke said. "And I'll still manage to beat you," he continued very pointedly at Rin, a challenging smile on his face.

Rin snorted. "Yeah yeah, let's get going, and maybe shut you and your big mouth up for once."

When Makoto had ran with Haru it had always been mostly quiet. Not that Makoto had minded. Haru seemed to prefer a comfortable silence over actual conversations. They had still connected, and Makoto at least had basked in the presence of his best friend, drinking it up as he jogged next to him.

The dynamic of Rin and Sousuke was completely different. At every turn they were challenging each other and pushing each other. They argued over the mundane and joked amongst them. Makoto stayed quiet next to them, mostly listening as he kept pace.

It didn't take long though before what he had feared started to creep in through his bones. Running was too easy. Or at least that was the only conclusion Makoto had come to. When he swam he had to concentrate, he had to focus on the lines and making his turns, he had to maintain a perfect form, check his breathing, all of it while trying to be the fastest.

Then running was-like switching his brain on. He tried to pay attention to Rin next to him. But quickly it became clear this was a ritual between best friends. And why would Makoto ever want to take away from that? He'd felt it himself, and it was amazing.

He smiled over at the two men next to him. Sousuke was really a different person with Rin. He joked and laughed and never stopped smiling-almost like...

Sudden realization hit Makoto so hard he almost came to a full stopped. He did manage to falter a step though and was pitched forward, Rin and Sousuke both looking at him.

Laughing nervously he scratched at the back of his head, "whoops!"

Rin smiled and Sousuke looked at him a moment longer before they continued running. His look turned to a glare as he said, "at least manage to stay on your feet, Tachibana. I wasn't serious about carrying you."

Makoto dipped his head, nodding as he ran along side. It was obvious now that he thought about it. He glanced at Rin. The question was if Rin had figured it out or not, and if he had-Makoto looked to Sousuke.

Frowning, Makoto looked to the ground again.

Just then Rin's phone went off. The three of them skidded to a halt, Makoto a step or two away. This new revaluation wasn't something he was sure what do with. Sousuke had invited him, but it still...

Rin flipped out his phone, looking a bit surprised at the number, "sorry I have to take this," he mumbled to them before lifting the phone to his ear. "Haru?" Rin walked several paces away from Sousuke and Makoto.

Sousuke was looking down, his face unreadable as he leaned his hands on his knees. Makoto opened his mouth wanting to say something. He saw Rin everyday. He heard this everyday. He knew how much it hurt.

"Yamazaki-kun," Makoto started. "I-"

Sousuke looked startled but he looked up at Makoto.

"Haru calm down, " Rin whined several paces away. "It'll be fine I'm sure," he went on, his voice a bit more elevated as he spoke.

Makoto pressed his lips together, not sure what he should do. His eyes were now focused on Rin's back. His own hand twitched to his phone. If Haru was in trouble... Swallowing, Makoto made himself look to Sousuke. Sousuke was looking at him.

This was getting so unbearably awkward.

"Yeah?" Sousuke inquired. He looked frustrated. Makoto couldn't actually blame him.

Shaking his head, Makoto shifted away. "Uh, it's nothing." He looked back at Rin, talking very quickly into his phone. "Never mind."

Makoto almost breathed a sigh of relief when Rin snapped his phone shut and turned to them.

"I have to go."

Sousuke's face twinged for just a second, the glimpse of irritation not lost on Makoto and he was pretty sure not lost on Rin as well.

"Nanase?" He said.

Rin shook his head. "Yes, one of our friends needs help." He looked to Makoto, probably trying to reassure. "It's no big deal. Haru just asked if I would come."

Looking to Sousuke, Makoto figured the one to keep things peaceful and relaxed was probably himself. "That's alright, go." He forced a smile. "If Haru needs you that's way more important than a jog across campus."

Glancing at Sousuke, it was clear he didn't feel the same but as stone cold as his face was when he looked back at Makoto, it shifted in an instant to pleasantly content as he looked to Rin. "Yeah. You should go. It's not like we will get lost on the way back with out you."

Rin smiled. "Sure 'bout that?"

Sousuke scuffed, clearing his throat as he playfully nudged at Rin, "shut up." He turned away, walking to Makoto, "go console your boyfriend."

Rin gave him a thankful smile before sprinting off back towards the dorms. "Thanks. I'll see you guys later!"

Left there with Sousuke, Makoto looked over at him, hands on his hips, he was unsure of what to do.

Teal green eyes glanced at him, before Sousuke turned back to the courtyard, "come on, let's finish one last loop, then head back." He was already jogging again by the time he ended.

"Kay," Maktot breathed and lunged to catch up with him.

It quickly became clear that as much as it hadn't looked to have affected Sousuke, he wasn't happy about it. Makoto had noticed an uptick in pace a few minutes after. He looked to Sousuke but his face was mostly unreadable and he refused to look back. It was eerily quiet between them. And with the look of stone on Sousuke's face, Makoto wasn't going to chance starting up a conversation.

It made a bit of sense, Makoto guessed. They were both quite a bit bigger than Rin so maybe the longer legs would be a good excuse for the quicker pace. Then again as they rounded at the edge of campus Sousuke was going fast. Makoto fell behind for a few seconds, unsure of what Sousuke was thinking, but he quickly gulped down a breath before pushing himself to keep up.

Sousuke was breathing harder, his gaze narrowing as he shifted into a full run then. It was the last stretch, and what should have taken them another half an hour or so was now taking ten minutes tops. Makoto pushed into a run. Something about it all, made him not want to leave Sousuke alone.

Not that it looked like Sousuke even noticed his presence. He was running full steam ahead now, sweat dripping from his jaw line as he careened through the open yard of the dorms. Makoto was keeping up, though barely a few steps behind, he was mostly watching Sousuke. He looked ahead and started to slow realizing the wall to the dorms was a lot closer than expected.

His eyes wide he watched as Sousuke barely slowed in time, still managing to crash into the wall, his hands hitting the surface. The next second those hands were in the form of fists. He lifted his fist and hit them against the wall, the first time it wasn't all that hard, then he pounded again, and Makoto jolted forward as he saw the skin split and blood smear across the side of Sousuke's wrist.

He raised his hands to pound his fist in again, when Makoto intervened, grabbing Sousuke's forearm with both of his hands

"Don't," Makoto breathed, looking into those clear eyes of Sousuke's. "It won't help," Makoto said in a low voice. He would know after all.

Sousuke ripped his arm out of Makoto's grasp, his face twisted, he was looking at Makoto like he had that first time he knew he was from Iwatobi, like Makoto was nothing, like he was scrum.

For half a second, Makoto feared he was going to lunge at him again, but in an instant Souske's face changed and he pushed away from the wall. Letting out a snarl loud enough to scare the dead, Sousuke stumbled out into the sidewalk. His hands fisted up into his hair and he seemed to refuse to look at Makoto.

Signing, Makoto just stood there, watching with a sad expression. To think an hour ago, he was so oblivious to the entire crazy situation, and now he got to watch as Sousuke burned over it all.

It was surprising as in the next moment Sousuke was charging him. Makoto stumbled a step back, but as alway his reflexes were too slow when it came to Sousuke. He was slammed up against the wall.

Makoto grunted, his hands coming up to grab at Sousuke's wrists. Having been pinned to the wall in their room, the west side lockers in the locker room, and now the brick wall outside their dorm, Makoto was fairly confident the brick wall was the most uncomfortable.

As unexpected as it was the first time, Sousuke slammed his mouth on to Makoto's. apparently it wasn't giving him what he wanted though because in an instant he broke it, letting out a feral yell again as he looked down. His hands were still fisted tight in the collar of Makoto's hoodie.

Not sure how to react, or get Sousuke to calm from his reaction, Makoto stayed still for several seconds. Tentatively he moved his hands up Sousuke's arms, grasping at the front of his hoodie.

Makoto breathed, not sure if he should... "I'm sorry." He finally managed, watching the way Sousuke's face was twisted, his mouth open in a gnashing frown. He just looked so-so pained. "I'm so sorry."

It was just a thought, but maybe Makoto could-they'd had sex so it couldn't be that out of the question...

He reached one hand up, reaching to just lightly brush his fingertips against Sousuke's face. They never made it though, Sousuke slipped his arms from the hold, and latched on to Makoto's wrists forcing them back against the wall.

Breathing hard still, Sousuke flung Makoto out from under him then, releasing him to stumble across the open yard.

Regaining his balance, Makoto was cautious in the way he stood fully.

"Come on," Sousuke growled over his shoulder as he started back.

Right. Makoto waited an extra few steps before following.

The halls up to the room were dark. Sousuke jammed his key in, and strode in. He hadn't looked at Makoto once since they'd entered the building.

Makoto was carful as he followed, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. Sousuke was already removing his shoes, not bothering to turn the light on as he went in. Figuring it was intentional, Makoto passed by the light as well, pulling his hoodie off.

He laid it over the back of his chair at his desk before turning to the dresser.

Sousuke was there, rummaging through one of his drawers. Right, asking him to move would be a bit of a bother, so Makoto worked on removing his shoes. He peeled his socks off as well, tossing them to the cloths hamper and putting his shoes away.

He turned to the bed then-to stumble back a step. Sousuke stood less than a foot from him. He was back to calm, or at least the exterior was, he blinked at Makoto before he took a step forward. There wasn't enough room for Makoto to take another step back.

Sousuke's hand came up, brushing lightly at Makoto's jawline, before tipping his head towards Sousuke.

"Yamazaki-kun..." Makoto trailed off.

His chin was lifted and Sousuke leaned forward, kissing him again. It was different this time, and Makoto froze. His hands were behind him, bracing himself against the closet.

When the small simple kiss ended, Sousuke smiled at Makoto. And for half a second, Makoto thought that he might have actually meant it.

He wasn't learning very quickly though. Souske seized his t-shirt and pitched Makoto to the bed. Landing with a gasp, Makoto was face down on the bottom bunk, and didn't have time to say anything as his head was forced up and back, just as Sousuke fit a knee between Makoto's shoulder blades, keeping him down.

"Yamakzaki-kun-Gahhhh!"

Makoto tried to push up but was shoved back down, Sousuke shifting onto the bed, his hand running up from Makoto's neck to his chin, holding him up as Sousuke pulled a tie through Makoto's open mouth and fastening it tightly behind Makoto's head, gaging him.

"Shhhh," Sousuke nibbled along Makoto's ear. He was sliding down against Makoto's body, fitting himself comfortably over Makoto. "We learned last time you're a little loud." He cooed near Makoto's neck.

The black covers under Makoto were fisted in his hands. He wasn't sure-last time he'd just-he was hurting and Sousuke... Makoto was beet red in a second. What Sousuke had done to him last time had been a welcome solace for the pain. This time- he moved his head as Sousuke withdrew his hand.

Was he okay with this? His hands were free, but Makoto had yet to push Sousuke away. He sighed, adjusting his tongue under the makeshift gag. Looking over his shoulder, he quickly realized he was in way over his head. Would Sousuke even stop if Makoto asked?

Sousuke was seated over Makoto's thighs, he had already tugged his shirt up and off. He didn't look like he had last time. It had been about hurting Makoto last time, forcing him to do as Sousuke asked. So what was it this time? That stoney expression wasn't faltering, but Makoto still remembered the look of anguish on his face as he had slammed his fists against the dorm brick walls.

Sousuke reached down to Makoto, hands digging underneath him, to pull his shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor.

"Forearms behind your back," Sousuke ordered as he picked up the roll of duck tape he had tossed onto to bed.

Breathing still a little shaky, Makoto looked back at him. He dipped his head, trying to think furiously if he really wanted this, if he really was willing to let Sousuke do this. Last time there hadn't been bondage involved. He'd held him down for sure and Makoto hadn't fought it, but if he had wanted to at least he had a chance.

Startling Makoto, Sousuke had leaned down, leaning in close to him.

"Hey," Sousuke said, his face still stoic, hard. "Did I hurt you last time?"

Makoto shifted his eyes away. He'd been rough, but no rougher than Makoto had wanted. Uneasily Makoto shook his head, no.

Sousuke gave a single assured nod. "Exactly. And this time I won't either." He sat back up, one of his hands sliding across Makoto's back. "Now, arms behind your back."

This time, Makoto complied, shifting his arms up and back behind him. Sousuke fit them one over the other before stretching the duck tape and wrapping it from wrist to elbow, it wasn't tight particularly but there wasn't much allowance of movement.

Souske shifted his weight up and off Makoto then, his hands returning to his sides. "Flip over."

With Sousuke keeping him from flailing, Makoto flipped on to his back, his mouth was already a little dry from the gag and he had to remind himself to breathe as Sousuke, still all business, was working at his basketball shorts. He picked the knot, pulling it loose, before he dug his fingers under the waist band, hooking Makoto's boxer briefs as well and started yanking them down.

Makoto looked up to the bed above him as Sousuke pulled the rest of his clothing off. He could feel the heat rushing to his face, his heart beat audible in his ears.

"Bend your leg up," Sousuke said as he adjusted Makoto's right leg up first. Bending at the knee he pushed it up, so that his calf was against the back of his thigh. The duck tape was wrapped around the middle of Makoto's thigh, holding his leg bent all the way and since his foot could barely reached down to the covers, upright.

"Other one,"

Makoto lifted his other leg and it was quickly bound in the same fashion. Blushing and a little lightheaded, Makoto wasn't sure he could look away from the top bunk.

The mattress dipped as Sousuke crawled over him, his hand at the back of Makoto's head, guiding him to look down at him.

"How's is it?" Sousuke asked, explain further. "Not cutting off any circulation? Not painful?"

Makoto took stock, just to make sure, he felt a little humiliated, and way too vulnerable, but he wasn't in pain in the position. He shook his head no and Souske released him, letting his head down back to the bed.

"Good." Sousuke's voice had seemed to deepen further than normal. "Now we're ready to play."

His mouth was down to Makoto's chest in an instant, his tongue lavishing attention onto a ripe red nipple, making Makoto suck in a sharp breath.

Souske growled and palmed over his budging jersey shorts. He was a lot harder than he had expected from just getting Makoto as he wanted him. His eyes locked upwards to Makoto though Makoto couldn't maintain the eye contact.

His face was red all the way back to his ears and spreading down onto his sculptured shoulders. It was beautiful. His mouth struggling around the cheap tie Sousuke had used to gag him.

At first that's all Sousuke had thought he was going to do, but in the process of finding the tie in his top drawer he'd uncovered the duck tape with some other odds and ends. He'd grabbed it out of passing interest, tossing it to the bed before he had prowled around the side of the bed to Makoto.

He'd wanted to fuck Makoto out side initially, bare ass in his hands out in the open yard, forcing his face into the brick wall and hearing him whine and whimper, but-the way the pathetic boy had been so damn concerned for Sousuke. He could have let Sousuke throw himself from the dorm roof for all Makoto should care, but instead Makoto had stayed by him, even stopped him from hurting himself further.

And then the walk back up to their dorm room calmed Sousuke further. A part of him still steamed with the thought of Rin and-Nanase. The fire burning through him at the thought of how in an instant Rin had just so easily-chosen Nanase over Sousuke, again.

Sousuke hadn't meant to over react like he had, then running had just made him burn hotter and-he'd ended up running face first into a brick wall.

He'd thought all sense was burned up by the time Makoto had grabbed his arm, urging him back to reality. Sousuke snorted, still giving Makoto's chest and neck plenty of attention, his lower body had shifted. His cock was still in his boxer briefs, a bit tight but his hips were rocking, clothed cock grinding against Makoto's. The friction was blissful.

Somewhere along that dark, quiet walk up to their room, Souske had shifted into a steady heat, and all he could think about was the last time he'd forced Makoto underneath him. Since the last time, he'd spent enough time seeing Makoto shift in his seat next to him, or slide into the water, or just walk by and Sousuke was back in that moment pressed up against Makoto's ass.

Makoto let out a whimper, his eyes half lidded. Sousuke moved up on his hands and knees. Making it easier to crawl up and taste those roses lips.

Another whimper was Sosukes reward as he licked and suckled at Makoto's gagged lips. It wasn't like he could kiss in return, or ask Sousuke to stop.

At least Sousuke could still maintain control somewhere, even if it was just the quivering boy underneath him.

He smiled as he tipped his head, starting at Makoto's neck. There was something about that honey tan skin, Sousuke found quite wonderful. Leaving one last kiss on Makoto's chest Sousuke stood. Immediately Makoto was whining behind him.

Sousuke grinned as he went back to the top drawer of the dresser, rummaging for the bottle of lubricant. He glanced at Makoto on the bed. He was laying still, and so fucking hot strained against the bondage. His cock was that attractive pink again, resting against his stomach.

When Sousuke returned to the bed, he leaned down to press another kiss over Makoto's gagged lips. He climbed back on the bed, sliding between Makoto's prone legs.

"Been fingered before?" He asked as he deposited some lube in his hand, half watching Makoto.

The rush of a blush to Makoto's cheeks was enough to make Sousuke's cock jump.

"I'll take that as a, no," Sousuke chuckled and brushed his slick fingers down against Makoto's ass.

The brief touch made Maktot jump under him. His head restless, he turned away one moment before lifting it to look down another.

Sousuke let his fingers lightly run up Makoto's cook then, lightly stroking but not enough to really be satisfying. He watched the tortured boy under him squirm before his fingers dipped down again and he probed at Makoto's hole.

"I'm thinking I might have you suck me off," Sousuke couldn't decide if he liked talking dirty because he liked it, or because he like watching Makoto blush and squirm to it.

"I'd have to remove the gag though," Sousuke went on.

He let his two fingers start pushing in, starting a slow fucking motion.

"I could just fuck you instead."

Sousuke smiled as that comment won him a look of wide eyes. He prowled up, Makoto's body, one hand still working at his ass. He leaned on his other elbow, over Makoto's head, allowing his hand enough range to brush through Makoto's shaggy hair, brushing it up away from his face.

Noses almost touching, Makoto didn't have any choice but to look at Sousuke as he spoke this time.

"Do you want to get fucked by me?" Sousuke teased Makoto, his lips so close to kissing him, but never letting him.

"I could." Going on, Sousuke kept working with slick fingers, opening Makoto's ass. "No one would know how I fucked your pretty little ass hole."

The whimpering moan he got in return was enough to send a pleasant feeling down Sousuke's spine. He moved his fingers in and out of Makoto, keeping the idea of fucking him ever present. He licked his lips, tipping his forehead to rest on Makoto's. The small whimpers and moans in Sousuke's ears were lovely as he concentrated on keeping them coming in a steady stream.

He shifted his legs so his thighs pressed right up against Maktos own bound legs, keeping them up, and ensuring Makoto's ass was spread for him.

Makoto groaned under him, and pulled his head away, looking away from Sousuke. Presented with the skin of Maktos neck again, he kissed at the hollow under Makoto's ear. It was delicious to feel Makoto shiver with the kiss.

As best he could, Makoto had started moving with Souske's fingers, fucking himself onto the digits. Sousuke smiled and sat up, lifting Makoto's ass into his lap. He lightly started to caress against Makoto's cock, running his fingers up the back side and along over the tip, smearing the leaking pre-cum over to the other side.

He flipped his hand as well, moving to thrust his fingers in at an upward angle, rubbing over Makoto's prostate.

That earned him a throaty groan as Makoto tossed his head back again. His chest was heaving, and hips rocking as much as he could against Sousuke.

"Do you want to come?" Sousuke asked.

Makoto whimpered in response and Sousuke lightly let at his cock. He even bent down and kissed just ever so lightly at the tip.

"I don't think you've quite done enough to convince me." Sousuke chided, his fingers fucking slower before he pulled them out, whipping them against Makoto's ass.

The whimpering under him was delicious, but Sousuke wanted to hear a bit more. "Turn your head," he ordered before he reached up, and pulled the knot of the tie loose and pulled the gag from Makoto's.

"Now then," Sousuke smiled. "Would you like to come?"

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Makoto swallowed, his mouth dry from the gag. He looked to Sousuke, a bit surprised he actually wanted Makoto to speak.

But Sousuke was looking at him, expectant.

Swallowing again, Makoto managed a nod. "Yes."

Feeling that wonderfully warm breath over him again, Maktots wasn't surprised for once when he looked up to find Sousuke was hovering over him again.

"Really?" Souske asked, challenging.

Makoto flicked his tongue over his lips. He'd wanted to actually kiss Sousuke this whole time. The teasing way Sousuke had licked across his parted, gagged lips had been driving him crazy. So peering up through his lashes, Makoto nodded again as he lifted his head.

"Yes," he whispered before sealing his lips to Sousuke's.

This time around. Sousuke wasn't playful, or teasing. One of his hands dove under Makoto's skull, keeping his head tipped into the kiss as Sousuke opened his mouth into the kiss and made sure their tongues met. It was slick and hot as Sousuke sucked at Maktots mouth. At the same moment he returned a hand to Makoto's length, starting to stroke for the first real time that night.

It felt fantastic and Makoto moaned into Souske's mouth. There was a chuckle that rumbled thought the kiss before with a generous lick to Makoto's lips he parted as he spoke.

"Do you want my fingers back in your ass?"

Going red for the trillionth time that night, Makoto hid his face against Sousuke's neck. He couldn't manage to speak but he nodded, kissing at the patch of skin connecting Sousuke's neck to his shoulder.

He could practically feel the smug smile, as Sousuke nuzzled in against Makoto's cheek. He pulled his hand out from under Makoto's head and traced his way down to Makoto's ass again. There was a brief moment his fingers fumbled to squeeze more lube from the bottle before Sousuke was back to touching him full force.

Sousuke stopped for just enough time to pull his boxer briefs off before he was hauling Makoto firmly into his arms. One hand was down between both of their legs, fingers thrusting into Makoto as Sousuke's other arm was wound around Makoto's neck holding his face against Souske's skin. Sousuke had also started grinding, his own full hard-erection moving against Makoto's

Makoto felt flushed and out of breath by the time Sosuke sealed his lips again with his own.

It was strangely intimate to Makoto to be pressed so close to Sousuke. Souske's hand came up, combing Makoto's hair away from his forehead. It was more of a caress than anything.

Eyes closed, Makoto could feel himself getting closer. He bucked his hips upward, grinding into Sousuke on ever upswing and impaling himself on Sousuke's fingers on the down. It felt so amazing.

Makoto's moaned into the kiss.

He felt like he was so strung up, aware of everything Sousuke was doing to him, and the heat of their skin barely separating them. He was whining again, his senses on overload as the rush of an orgasm started the initial buzz though him.

As it started to tear through him, Makoto tried to pull away, but the hand in his hair kept him forced into the kiss that only deepened as Makoto shot between them, slicking up their skin as Sousuke ground hard into him.

He let out a whining cry into the kiss as the last of the white hot rush faded.

His head felt like it was swirling, breathing deep and heavy as Sousuke finally broke the kiss, pulling his fingers out of Makoto's ass as well. Makoto didn't want to open his eyes, sighing and letting his head rest against Sousuke's neck. The ache of his restrained limbs were finally starting to register. His shoulders were tight, and Makoto wanted to shrug them properly if only he could.

Next to him he could feel Sousuke shift, he made space between them just enough to snake his hand between their sweat slick bodies and start pumping himself.

Realizing, Makoto gasped and looked up, "uh," he started

But Sousuke smiled at him, touching their foreheads again. "Just stay still," Sousuke told him. "I'm close." He pressed a kiss to Makoto's prone lips.

"Next time," Sousuke said, speaking against Makoto's lips. "I'll let you suck me." He smiled deviously before moving in to kiss Makoto again.

Grinding and moving again, Sousuke pumped himself off, pressing every inch of skin capable against Makoto. It was erotic in an animalistic way that had never occurred to Makoto. If Makoto hadn't already come and could barely keep his eyes open from fatigue he would have been hard again.

Sousuke had been right, it wasn't long at all before he was growling into Makoto's mouth, his limbs shaking as he milked himself of the cum shooting out between them.

He broke the kiss with a huff and leaned back, against the wall, breathing hard, he closed his eyes.

Makoto adjusted his head on Sousuke's arm. His limbs were aching. But he didn't want to break Sousuke out of his feeling of bliss.

But he breathed a sigh of relief when Sousuke rolled back towards him.

"Comere' " he mumbled holding out his hand. Makoto rolled up on his side to let Sousuke have access to his arms.

They discovered duck tape had been a bad idea. Sousuke ended up using scissors to slice a long stripe through the duck tape before pulling it off, taking most of Makoto's hair with it. First his arms were freed then his legs, and Makoto laid back with a sigh of relief as he just let his limbs fall away from him naturally.

He didn't want to move, but the thought that he was still on Sousuke's bed nagged at him until Makoto sat up-just as Sousuke ducked under to get back on to the bed.

"I was just going to-uh-go back to my bed." Makoto explained.

Sousuke looked him over again before pulling the covers down and motioning for Makoto to slide in. "Don't bother, we're already both here."

Not sure if he really should, Makoto hesitated. "I don't want to-I mean it's your bed and-"

Sousuke sighed. "Get in."

Makoto pressed his lips together before nodding in agreement and getting under the covers. Sousuke quickly followed, pulling the sheet and duvet over them both.

Facing the wall, Makoto tried to give Sousuke as much space as he wanted. Sousuke had other plans, turning on his side as well and resting his forehead at the back of Makoto's neck.

Makoto closed his eyes, though in the back of his mind he mulled over what had just happened. Last time he would have staked his life that Sousuke wouldn't ever want to do anything with him again, but this time-well, they may not be friends but Makoto was pretty certain sex was now officially on the table as far as roommate interactions went.