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Chapter Seven

Forgetting

The kiss was not like it was earlier. At all. It wasn't a brief brush, a press of lips, instead, Makoto had his tongue in Sousuke's mouth and despite the fact Sousuke had thought he was in control, the guy on top of him was definitely taking some initiative. And he had no problem with that.

The sleeping bag was annoyingly in the way so that while Sousuke could touch Makoto's naked skin, trace his back, run his hands down his sides, and tease at the elastic at his tight boxer briefs, he was restricted by the covers, the layers meaning while he could feel the press of Makoto's firm body against his, there was padding in the way. That he wanted rid of.

Gasping and pulling back, Sousuke dragged his lips reluctantly from Makoto's and he could see in the dim lighting of the warehouse the confusion in deep green eyes.

"Problem?" Makoto asked, his voice soft but ragged, his breathing slightly erratic.

Fumbling, his fingers suddenly not working properly – damn it – Sousuke finally opened the zipper of the sleeping bag and pulled it down.

"No… just want to feel you."

Once the fabric was out of the way, Makoto shifting to allow it, their bodies then were touching and Sousuke let out a breath as that put their groins in direct contact through the cotton of their underwear. Makoto ground his hips experimentally and Sousuke groaned, his head going back as his cock had been hardening from the kiss but as soon as Makoto moved… he reached up, running his fingers over defined abs, up to nipples, flicking one and watching the reaction in green eyes, smiling when he saw the hitch of breath. Sensitive. It was worth knowing. His hand wandered to Makoto's jaw and encouraged him back down for another kiss.

Their lips were hurried, open mouthed, sloppy and Sousuke felt like a teenager, horny and needy and fuck if he knew why… but he didn't care right now as he let his hands roam, delving then to cup at Makoto's ass, squeezing and groping, making Makoto buck his hips forward, their clothes cocks rubbing together. Sousuke knew what he wanted to do – his mind had already provided that dirty fantasy when he'd seen Makoto half naked in the hotel room.

He wanted Makoto on his back, his green eyes closed in pleasure, his breathing hitched, his legs maybe over his shoulders as Sousuke pounded him into the sheets of some hotel room. Or perhaps, Makoto on his knees, Sousuke's cock poised between his lips, going down on him with enthusiasm that made Sousuke tremble. Or Makoto above him, riding him, those firm muscles moving and bringing them both close to orgasm as Sousuke was buried deep inside. All those scenarios flickered in Sousuke's brain – brief snapshot images – but none of them were happening. Due to lack of lube, due to the fact his fantasy version of Makoto had been more… submissive but hell, he could deal with that. As Makoto was firm, solid, hot, his skin soft and muscles flexing and he ground his body just right, their cocks aligning perfectly, their underwear sticky at the front from pre-cum.

Sousuke hands went impatiently to the waistband of boxer briefs and he broke away from the kiss briefly. "Off."

Makoto made a noise but complied and Sousuke wished for better lighting next time they did this – if there was a next time as he wanted to see light catch each dip and curve of muscles, how good he looked naked… but Sousuke wasn't going to think of next time. He was just going to appreciate this moment as he shimmied out of his own boxer briefs, blissfully naked against Makoto.

The first touch of their unclothed cocks sent ripples through Sousuke and he lowered his hand to touch Makoto, feeling his size and shape in his hand. He was… impressive and Sousuke smirked. That was a rare thing for him – a guy who matched him physically in every way. He stroked, teasing over the head, finding the slickness of pre-cum from the slit and he then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting.

The act seemed to turn on Makoto as suddenly Sousuke had lips pressing hard onto his, an insistent mouth and Makoto's hips were thrusting against Sousuke's, their cocks trapped between their bodies, rubbing together. Sousuke let his hands go back to where their cocks were, taking a loose hold of both of them, and he added extra stimulation, their breaths becoming pants.

Sousuke wasn't sure if it was the adrenalin or the fact Makoto was the sexiest guy he'd seen for so damn long but his orgasm was close, far too close, embarrassingly so and when Makoto's mouth moved from his lips to nip and tease at his throat, well, Sousuke was nearly lost. Nearly but not quite.

He pushed on Makoto's shoulders, puzzling him and then used his legs and hips to flip them over. The move was quick, powerful strong and their cocks ground against other as Sousuke rolled them.

Makoto didn't seem to care that the move had ended up with him on the cool warehouse floor as Sousuke kissed then as his neck, his hand at his cock, jerking him off, and he then wandered to nipples, flicking them with his tongue, listening to delicious moans. He felt a hand in his hair, pushing him and Sousuke slowly complied, moving down incredible toned abs, lapping at naval until he got to Makoto's cock, hard and straining and without giving warning, he took him deep into his mouth.

The hand in his hair tightened and Sousuke bobbed down, using his cheek, his tongue, his lips, until he came back to the head, teasing and licking, looking up for a moment before he bobbed down again, moaning around the cock in his mouth in pleasure. He jerked his own as he knelt on the cold floor, in time with each bob of head and he felt Makoto tense, jerk, thrust his hips up, Sousuke waiting for climax… wanting to taste Makoto.

A grunt was all the noise Makoto made and Sousuke felt a forceful push on his head as he came, his hips arching up and Makoto's cock filling Sousuke's mouth, the salty taste on his tongue.

He took a moment, sucking to get everything before he let his lips drift from Makoto, a trail of saliva on his chin and Makoto didn't waste a moment, moving to bury his head in Sousuke's lap, his mouth wrapping around Sousuke's cock. It didn't take much stimulation for him – the warm wet heat of Makoto's mouth, the way he let him thrust his hips lightly, the way his cock slid between perfect lips and the way he let him touch his skin, his hair and nipples.

Sousuke came with a harsh moan and he felt Makoto swallow, suck, lick at the head as he released him as though he wanted every drop and Sousuke felt dried up, spent, exhausted but also euphoric. Fuck and that was just mutual blowjobs… he couldn't imagine what anything else felt like.

Sitting up, both of them naked on the cold warehouse floor, Sousuke shrugged his shoulders, ran a hand to his hair and looked away.

"That make you forget?"

Sousuke felt a hand on his thigh, Makoto's touch and he met his eyes in the darkness.

"Yeah… thanks."

"We should sleep now… long day tomorrow."

The hand was gone and Sousuke suddenly wondered if he'd been insensitive – whether he should've said something about how good that was, how he felt when he was pressed up against Makoto's body, how he'd loved the way Makoto sounded when he came… but instead he focused back on work. Like he should. But maybe that had hurt him.

He watched Makoto grab for his boxers, putting them on again and this time he grabbed for his shirt again, putting that on too.

Yeah, Sousuke guessed, he had been an insensitive jerk but not knowing how to fix it, he only retrieved his own underwear, got back into his sleeping bag and tried to get a few hours' sleep.

As after that, he needed it.