Heaven's BBS | ~Video~

[takenwithhim]

From: Sousuke Yamazaki
When: Early October

[It’s rare that he posts to the BBS; Sousuke’s quiet nature and sometimes-over-focus kind of leads to that little problem. Content to dwell with his own life and his own small circle of friends and duties. But sometimes, the private life just doesn’t cut it. Especially when said private life is the entire reason for breaking his silence and going outside that small circle.

The video feed clicks on with a quiet sound, light blazing from the screen for a second until it adjusts to the scenery. It’s soon obvious he’s alone. Considering the presence of a black jacket barely resting at the peripheral of the video’s frame, it’s likely he’s holding the screen to his side. Deliberately not pointing the feed at himself. Instead, there’s a lovely shot of a quiet patch of natural garden, complete with trickling spring, breezing of clear air, and the ever-present drizzle of pink sakura petals from the surrounding grove Eros’ castle temple is renowned for.


There’s a moment of silence, semi-awkward on his end, before Sousuke finally outs with it. His tone’s calm, musing.]

Can a god and a shinki be more than god and shinki? [A measure before adding in a lower voice.] Or will it make problems between them?

[Yeah, it’s vague, he knows. The nature of god and shinki is a complex relationship. But Sousuke’s not honest enough with his softer emotions and being open to other people to outright ask the serious/embarrassing question:

What happens if you find yourself attracted to your own god?]

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[takenwithhim]

[Yeah there are those grudges that always tend to float around the back of their minds like sharks in the deep. It’s hard to completely forget about them when there’s so many reminders it’s there. But for now, this is more important. The relationship they’ve developed here together, even with the overhang, is theirs and theirs alone. No one has forced them to fall in love, no one forced them to even be together. He chose to become Rin’s shinki and Rin chose to treat Sousuke as a person rather than a shinki. Their feelings… simply came along the merry way. Sousuke thinks there’s more to it than that, but those thoughts stop before they can go tripping off the edge. It’s fine. This is fine. No matter the mistakes or difficulties, embarrassments or confusions, they’re together. That’s what’s important.

It's impossible for him not to tense slightly at the quiet reminder. All night. The words are simple and normal, yet in this context, they go right into his head and jump-start his heart into flood mode. Heat crawls over his face and blood swims straight down his chest and stomach to pool where he had been hoping it’d hold off from just a few minutes longer. Dammit… but he is eager.]

I’ll hold you to that.

[The spray of water and the gush of heat from the shower is a mixed blessing. It seeps over his skin, but entices his pulse faster. Does he apologize for the belt getting so suddenly whipped off? No. His boyfriend—ugh, butterflies in the stomach with that realization—should know Sousuke’s not always the patience, laid-back person he seems like. The leather flops out of his hand over his shoulder, carelessly dropped to the ground with a clatter of metal buckle and flap of strip. As he lowers his hands, eyes darkening with arousal at the intensity of giving Rin such a command, Sousuke only gets a moment to wait before fingers suddenly seize around his wrists and his hands find themselves hiked right back onto Rin’s legs. Well… someone’s bossy.

He curls his fingers, squeezing Rin’s thighs as his hands are guided over them. Travelling over the long lines until they reach the fastening of his pants. Sousuke doesn’t break their gaze either, holding Rin with the same determination as before. He knows… This is serious. There’s no going back. And the guy he loves… is a hot jerk when he wants to be. The swimmer’s eyes lid with a rather sultry little smirk.]

Hai…

[Before slowly moving his hands. Long fingers skim over the hem of Rin’s pants and the sound of cloth rushing over flesh heralds the taller boy lowering. Sousuke bends at his knees, descending Rin’s body as he tilts his head back to keep his eyes. Moving to one leg, then the next, until he’s on his knees before his god, head so close to his stomach and his hands still resting at the hem of his pants. Sousuke leans forward, and blindly brings his mouth to Rin’s stomach, kissing the taut plane of his abdomen, tongue following soon after. And pops his fly with a deft motion of his hands. The slow grit of an unfastening zipper follows, somewhat muffled by the sound of the shower, but definitely tangible to the other boy.

Yeah, you thought you could do better…]

[sharkmaid]

[He’s not sure when or how they situated themselves in the shower, only that they did and now there’s water starting to seep into his clothes. Well, what little he’s wearing by now, at any rate. He did say he wanted this though. An interesting change from the safer, less experienced moments they’ve found themselves in just a room away. His chest flutters just thinking about it. How far they’ve come, how eager and bold they’ve gotten in such little time... Rin doesn’t know the next time they’ll ever have the chance to do things like this again. He never knows how long they have to be together, fight together, sleep beside each other before something whisks them away. He’s already spent one too many hours watching his partner fast asleep, wondering if he’ll wake up still remembering his name. If ever it happens... Rin wants to be prepared. And he wants to give Sousuke everything he wants, as much as he wants, before anything can take him away.

So, yes. He’ll be a little bossy. And he’ll be very generous in return. Leaning back as Sousuke leans in, shoulder blades digging into the tile while his hips stay shoved forward in Sousuke’s hold. He might be a little ashamed to say he can predict where they’re going from here... considering he’s found himself in similar positions a couple times before. The first time was a mess. Embarrassing. Awkward. The second a little less so. And now he has Sousuke on his knees in the damn shower, still refusing to break eye contact, still teasing around his waistband without any proper tugs. Maroon bangs tint deep burgundy under the spray of warm water, but Rin can’t bring himself to push them out of the way. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Not when tanned lips finally press to his stomach and all he can think to do is hold on for dear life, shaking fingers digging into the taller swimmer’s scalp and neck. He doesn’t want to touch or feel anything else.

Just you. Only you.]

God... [he gasps, brows knitting together when he shuts his eyes. Abs harden beneath that swipe of tongue and further down, well... Sousuke’s going to find out soon enough once he gets that zipper out of the way. Unsurprisingly, he’s swollen to full arousal already, his body remembering and expecting where that tongue will go. That time he gripped the headboard and choked, when he nearly ripped their second pair of sheets to shreds– Rin doesn’t want to say he’s grown addicted to the feeling. So he won’t.] Come on...

[He almost begs. Almost.]

[takenwithhim]

[It’s not a feeling he’s unfamiliar with. Water draining through his clothes and soaking the fabric to his skin. From accidental to not-so-accidental slips into the fountains around the castle to diving into the pool fully clothed because it’d simply been too hot to wait, the event’s happened before. It does help they’re practically more than half-naked now anyways. The warmth of Rin’s body is something entirely separated from the warmth of the water and he soaks in both within each other. There are moments when he also wonders about the “if’s” they live with. If he’ll ever remember. If he’ll still be next to Rin when he wakes. But the “if’s” have a nasty habit of ruining what would otherwise be a wonderful life, enough he tries not to dwell on them as much as possible. Living with Rin, experiencing all of this with him, that should be enough to make him happy and not wonder about those “if’s” that might be. This, right here, this young man who’s become his life and his reason to live… Is better than any “if” he could possibly have.

Rin molds with him, curving back as Sousuke leans forward, until his shoulders press to the tile behind him and his hips fill Sousuke’s fingers, from the curve of his pelvis to the swell of his cock beneath his unfastened pants. Holding him, touching him, as he descends to his knees in the shower and ends up gazing at Rin from this position. Submissive on the one hand, a daring control on the other. He dances his fingers around Rin’s hem, tracing where the water is leaking between his skin and the fabric. The look on his god’s face is hypnotically attractive, from the flush of his skin to the way his soaking hair hangs in spiked frames around his visage. Don’t push them out of the way; they look gorgeous as they are, streaming with the water that’s brought them together so many times. Sousuke brushes his lips from one sculpted abdominal muscle to the next, alternating between kisses to brushes to gentle bites that scrape his teeth against his skin. The fingers in his hair and on his neck only encourage him to make it last longer.

But that’s just his mouth. His hands aren’t for that encouragement and with one tug, he’s undone the fastenings, leaving Rin’s zipper down and his fly flared open above the swell of his groin. The reactions he gets from Rin’s abs are amazing and his tongue takes its time exploring the pleasure from one to the next, playing with the grooves and hills created by his god’s flexing stomach. Waiting for that one whispered mixture of command and beg that makes his skin sizzle and his hair stand up. Come on. There it is…

Sousuke breathes out against Rin’s navel, his breath hot and molten as he finally curves his fingers down inside the hem of Rin’s pants and starts to drag down. Deliberately making to hook his lover’s boxer briefs along with it (because he knows just how much his best friend loves wet and sticky shorts clinging to his hips). Until he finally uncovers the prize he wants. Sousuke groans softly as Rin springs from the confines and the head of his lover’s cock nuzzles into the softer divot under Sousuke’s chin, letting the spongey tip feel the vibrations of his groan right through its drooling cap.]