Chapter Eleven

Intoxicating

Sousuke wasn't inexperienced. Nope. He certainly wasn't and he had been fucking around with some guy casually recently so it wasn't like it had been a while but still it all felt so damn intense with Makoto. He wasn't sure why but when they were both finally naked, cocks aligning, bodies close and mouths meeting, he felt something he'd not felt before. Had he fallen for the guy?

He almost hated himself for the thought… thinking of how it gave Rin an even greater thing to mock him for than usual but then Sousuke could forget about his dumbass idiot of a friend when a hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking it firmly in a loose fist.

Their lips parted and Makoto kissed at Sousuke's jaw, his neck, down to his collarbone and then dropped to his knees to kiss at his abdominal muscles and Sousuke felt his body jerk at the attention. Makoto's lips wrapped briefly around his cock but Sousuke gripped for Makoto's hair, dragging him back to his feet for another searing kiss. He didn't want that. Hell, they'd done that. He wanted something more intimate. As they kissed, he used his hips and body to push Makoto towards the bed, him falling back onto the sheets as they'd seemed to lose all sense of space and time and whatever as they kissed each other, each press of lips so incredibly intoxicating. It tasted of vodka, and of the food they ate and it was perfect as Sousuke fell on top of Makoto, their limbs becoming tangled and both of them uncaring.

Sousuke pushed himself up to look down at Makoto and he smiled, his open smile, not the one he used at work to charm his clients, not the smile that was fake and false, a genuine look.

"I need to… get something… if you-"

A hand grabbed at Sousuke's hair and Makoto pulled him for another kiss, nipping and nibbling at Sousuke's lower lip.

"We're both naked. Do you need to ask?"

In another situation, it would've been funny but instead, Sousuke hopped off the bed and went in search of the bag. Oh he knew he'd been optimistic, knew he shouldn't have believed he was going to get lucky but somehow when he'd bought shaving foam and all the other necessities, he'd bought lube and condoms and stashed it in the inner pocket of the bag. Retrieving it from downstairs, he also decided on bringing the gun just in case, and he dropped the bag with the gun and walked over with the required items.

Makoto was now laid in the middle of the bed and the fading light caught every inch of his perfect skin and Sousuke felt the urge to worship every inch of that flesh – kiss and lick and nip at every muscle, every dip, make Makoto's writhe and whine and want him. But there was and yet there wasn't time for that. He felt needy, his cock demanding, and Sousuke walked across the room and placed the supplies on the side table before he climbed back to straddle Makoto, sliding his hands down his perfect chest and abs, down to his cock that he pumped a few times.

"You…"

It was like he was asking permission and Makoto gave him a "look", a look that suggested he didn't need to ask anything but Sousuke knew he'd broken every taboo, done everything he shouldn't have done with Makoto as he was his job but he couldn't stop himself. He just needed to make sure Makoto wanted him as he grabbed for lube, slicking fingers to slide inside, kissing Makoto with a soft brush as he reached to tease at first. He ran his finger around the edge of Makoto's hole before he pressed in, hearing a moan at the intrusion and Sousuke almost pulled back but Makoto only shot out a hand to stop him from doing anything. It was clear he wanted him to continue and Sousuke complied – kissing at his abs, his thighs, licking at his cock as he added more fingers, scissoring and stretching, feeling Makoto push back and throw his head back when Sousuke curled his fingers just right.

When Makoto felt ready, Sousuke grabbed for the condom but Makoto was there first, and he surprised Sousuke by kissing him forcefully and forcing him onto his back. Sousuke looked up, his blue eyes hooded and he watched as Makoto ripped open the condom packet, sliding the latex onto Sousuke's cock before he moved his body, reaching for Sousuke's dick before he lowered himself onto it.

He was barely able to watch as Makoto sunk his body onto him, Sousuke seeing his cock being engulfed by Makoto. But he did, using his hands to grip onto Makoto's hips, feeling the sweat on his skin, the tremble in his muscles until they were joined. Sousuke looked up at Makoto with some kind of reverence as fuck… he didn't dream he'd be here. Not after being a grade A asshole.

"You are…" Sousuke began but Makoto flexed his hips ever so slightly and all coherent thought left Sousuke's brain. It was nothing but sparks of pure pleasure that circulated through his body, his mind and he took a deep ragged breath to calm his racing heart but it was futile.

As then Makoto started moving. He bunched up his thighs, put his hands onto Sousuke's chest and moved up and then back down, the first feel of his cock sliding in and out of Makoto's tightness making him moan and clutch at Makoto's skin harder, hard enough to make bruises but Sousuke didn't care and neither did Makoto. As he repeated the move, the same swift pace, the same position and Sousuke moaned again, unable to supress the sounds. Makoto repeated it again and again, the bed beginning to rock and Sousuke found some pace, some rhythm, thrusting his hips up to Makoto's downward thrusts, their bodies meeting, Sousuke's cock driving deeper into Makoto.

They moved naturally against each other as though they'd done this a million times before and Sousuke had had so many bad one night stands, so many bad sexual experiences that the way this was, all hot and sweaty and incredible, was making his fingers clutch at Makoto's skin, his eyes close and his grunt and pants and moans fall loudly from his mouth.

Feeling climax draw close, his stomach tensing, his thighs twitching, he opened his eyes and looked at Makoto, at his closed eyes, at the way he bit his bottom lip, at the way his skin shone with sweat and he reached for his cock, stroking him, feeling the pre-cum at the slit and Sousuke pumped firmly as he felt Makoto shake, their thrusts suddenly losing that perfect timing at they both raced towards orgasm.

Sousuke came first, bucking up and slamming his cock as far as he could go as he came, his body shuddering and shivering from the intensity. He stopped his strokes for a moment but then resumed them, thrusting his hips up a few more times and pumping at Makoto until a low grunt came from his throat and he slumped forward, the stickiness on Sousuke's stomach and chest.

Makoto stayed where he was and Sousuke did not want him to move. As in that instant he was happy, content and he was pretty fucking sure he had fallen for Makoto. But they would have to move. The whole thing would be over soon and Sousuke would be back to his old life.

But right now, Sousuke ran his hand up Makoto's back, tracing circles around his muscles and Makoto made a low content noise in his throat before leaning down for a kiss. A kiss that was as much a goodbye as a thank you.