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Ryūji wished he had all the answers in the universe, since he believed that life would be so much easier that way, but he was not so lucky. Ugh, how difficult was it to know and understand oneself? It made absolutely no sense not knowing what was going on inside him, even if he kept turning the matter over and over in his mind. Suguro was tired of thinking about why he felt something strange, indefinable, towards the older Okumura brother; they were odd emotions that he didn't seem to experience with anyone else, not with his coworkers, not with his male friends, and not even with his girl friends, and sometimes he had disconcerting thoughts where he wondered how soft Rin's skin was, how bright his smile was, how easy it would be to cover him with his whole body, how much fun he could have if Rin were with him at some boring or even decent event, among other ideas that made no sense, at least not to the brunet.
“Oh,” Konekomaru thought when Ryūji confessed his doubts through a call, since he was the only one he trusted to have that kind of conversation. “Eh... You never... Uh... Don’t you think you might like him?”
The tallest man’s eyebrows wrinkled and his lip rose in disgust.
“How can I like that idiot?”
“It’s just that... From what you say, it seems so. I mean... For example, I know you care about me, Bon, but I also know that you don’t think the same things with me that you think with Rin-kun. At least I think so. I’m not going to get angry or anything if you say it’s like that, but it’s not, right?”
“You’re my friend, Koneko, but I’ve never thought I want to touch you... whatever that means.”
“Yeah. It’s probably not a friendly ‘touching’,” Miwa didn’t want to inquire into whether his friend wanted to have sex with the nephilim, that would be too invasive, though he assumed that was the case, even if he didn’t admit it or wasn’t aware of it.
For a long moment, Suguro did not speak, although the other young man did not pressure him and let him think as much as he needed.
“I’m not gay,” the taller one blurted out of nowhere. “I’ve seen lots of naked men and I’ve never felt anything.”
“You haven’t liked any girl either. It’s true that you were embarrassed that time in the hot springs, when the wall broke and Kirigakure-sensei was there with Shiemi-san and Izumo-san, but I doubt that you thought anything... dirty.”
Ryūji couldn't help but make a thoughtful face.
“Of course not,” and it was the truth. “It’s not right to look at a naked woman, unless it is a matter of life and death. We were all embarrassed that time.”
“Yes. Well, Renzō-kun probably thought it was a stroke of luck or something. Personally, I would like to erase that moment from my mind. Nothing against them! It's just… awkward.”
“But I haven’t thought about anything like that with Rin either.”
“No? Not even about kissing him?”
The tanned face reddened violently as he imagined an incredible softness meeting his lips and then the half-demon’s face very close to his. And from the momentary silence, Konekomaru guessed that the answer was yes.
“I’m not gay.”
“You don't have to label yourself,” Miwa said calmly, shrugging even though no one could see him since he was locked in his room in Kyoto. “It's the first time you've been interested in someone, so it's normal that you're confused.”
“Do you really think I like him?”
“Yes, but, in the end, you are the one who has the last word.”
Ryūji still considered it madness, although his friend had good reason to believe that he felt romantic love for Satan’s son. Anyway, how could he confirm it? He wasn’t really gay; he thought about watching porn between two men, but the idea disgusted him a lot, however, thinking about heterosexual sex was not pleasant at all either. Perhaps he was confusing what it was like to have a best friend.
With his left hand, Suguro rubbed his forehead while with the other he held the chopsticks that lazily took a bit of food to put in his mouth. The cafeteria of the headquarters was half full, so there were many voices and noises mingling, even so, he was alone at the table, at least that was until the older twin appeared, sitting next to him with a bento box that he prepared and a huge smile on his lips.
“What?” asked Rin when he saw the other’s dissatisfied and exhausted expression. “Is Lightning exploiting you?”
“No more than usual.”
Why did he have to appear?
“You look like shit,” the black-haired man continued as he unwrapped the box. “You should ask him for a break. A few days wouldn’t hurt.”
“I just haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Why? You said it’s not because of work, so I guess something else happened. Need help?”
In front of the blue eyes, Ryūji wrinkled his nose.
“Fuck you then,” the younger man replied, offended, and turned to the box to open it, finding the delicious lunch he cooked just that morning. “I won’t help you with anything again.”
“You never help,” to which the black-haired man stuck his chopsticks in the food, that remained standing still, and looked directly into the dark eyes. “It’s complicated.”
“I don’t care,” Rin exaggerated and made a funny face, earning an annoyed look from the other man.
After a big bite of food and a couple of chews, the twin, still with an annoyed face, asked if there was any problem with the sect and was reassured when the answer was “No”.
“If you don’t want to talk about it with me, you can ask Koneko or Yukio. Renzō isn’t much help.”
“I already did,” Suguro said with clear dissatisfaction. “I’m still confused. What he told me makes sense, but it doesn’t convince me.”
“And you don’t know what to do anymore? If you tell me, I can give you options.”
“It’s embarrassing,” admitted the tallest with a downcast face and stirring some of the food on his plate; of course he wasn’t going to say that Rin made him doubt his sexuality, although he could overlook that tiny detail and say that he just didn’t really know what he liked.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, idiot. I’m not like you to get myself in trouble. I'm just confused about some thoughts.”
Then, Rin looked at his friend again and raised his eyebrows in a gesture that he was paying attention to him and wanted to know more, so Ryūji blushed.
“How do you know if you like someone?” the older said ashamed, and the black eyebrows now showed surprise. “How did you know you liked Shiemi?”
“Eh...” the nephilim blinked as his cheeks turned pink. “It’s hard to explain. I don’t know. You just feel it...”
“Sorry to ask you. I know it’s been a while and everything is fine between the three of you,” said the brunet and Okumura tried to reassure him with a shake of his head, because it was true that at first it had made him feel bad that his brother and the blonde liked each other and, eventually, that they started dating, but he loved them and was not going to get in the way of their happiness. “I know you don’t like her... She’s the only person I know you’ve liked.”
“It’s fine. But, yes, I don’t know. You just know they’re special.” Rin raised his eyebrows a little more, then relaxed them, looked at his bento and took another bite. “When I liked her, I thought about the things one hopes to do with a partner. Dating, holding hands, kissing, the usual stuff. One day, you just realize it’s different. Who is the lucky one?”
From Suguro’s annoyed growl, the other boy knew that he didn’t like the situation he was in, whatever it was, and he wondered why.
“It’s not a girl.”
The answer caused the black-haired head to turn too quickly towards the tallest man, who noticed this and blushed more.
“Don’t make fun of me,” roared the brown-haired man, though the other’s grimace was only one of surprise.
“I won’t,” Rin said, shaking his head. “I just didn’t expect it. Is it Lightning?”
The two shared expressions of disgust, which was enough of a response for the black-haired man, even so, the other loudly stated that this was not the case.
“That would worry me more than you liking a man,” confessed the half-demon. “I hope he is a decent person.”
“I don’t know if I like him. I don’t understand how it works,” Ryūji shrugged, looked at the half-eaten plate, and decided to put some more rice in his mouth. “I don’t know. I’ve never liked a man, but it’s true that I haven’t liked a woman either.”
“I'm surprised you're even thinking about it. This is the first time you've talked about this. So, you want to... go out with him?”
“Going out means kissing and touching and stuff, doesn’t it?” The black-haired man’s grimace in response was a kind of ‘I guess.’ “I don’t know. I just don’t know how those things work. I don’t even know how to do it with a girl, now doing it with a man sounds stranger.”
“But have you thought about it? At least kiss him on the cheek, hold his hand or something, I don’t know. It doesn’t have to be sexual. When…” Okumura hesitated, looking away at the bento and embarrassed by what he was about to say. “When I realized I liked a guy... it was because I imagined him hugging me.”
Almost as if he was being told that aliens existed, Suguro turned to the younger man who was blushing furiously while stuffing loads of food into his mouth until his cheeks puffed out.
“I didn’t say it,” the twin went on in a tiny, strained voice. “I didn’t know how. Only Kuro and Yukio knew. I know you all wouldn’t mind, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. I once thought about telling Shiemi, but I was so embarrassed. So, you can understand why you didn’t know.”
Besides, Rin couldn’t tell Ryūji that he had discovered that he not only liked women, but also men, because he liked him; he did not want to be rejected and much less ruin the friendship that had lasted so many years between them.
“Don’t ask me too much about being with men, because I don’t really know anything,” while Okumura was ashamed for this, the look on his face seemed to be one of irritation while his cheeks, still red, moved with each chew. “I have not even been with a woman.”
“But... Could you be with a man? Truly. A real one.”
“Thinking about it and seeing it is different, I guess,” the younger one accepted, looking at Suguro with shy eyes. “And when I saw a gay video... it was terrifying.”
Ryūji, for his part, showed immense disgust at the mere mental image, not of Rin, but of the type of video he may have seen.
“I thought about trying it,” the black-haired man continued, causing the other to now express anger, since the idea of the nephilim being in such an intimate relationship with someone other than him was anything but pleasant; another fact that helped Konekomaru’s theory. “I even thought about using those dating sites and apps, you know, the ones that are mostly used for hooking up, but I got scared.”
A nervous laugh erupted from Okumura, gathering more rice with the chopsticks to eat.
“I didn’t even log in. Honestly, doing it with a stranger,” Rin wrinkled his face, “makes me disgusted and scared. I don’t know how to do it and, worse, what if they asked me to do something strange? To each their own, but... Nah-ah. Also, I understood that one has to be, like, uh, the woman, I mean, it’s two men, right?, but someone has to put it in. I can’t see myself in any of those roles. I don’t know how they decide that. Maybe they decide by playing rock, paper, scissors.”
“I don’t think so,” said the brunet, clearly unconvinced, “but I don’t know how they decide who does what, either.”
“It must be something that you feel and that’s it,” the black-haired man said, more like a question than an affirmation, to which his companion let him know that he didn’t have the slightest idea with a facial grimace. “We’ll never know. You can try.”
“I’m not going to get into those weird apps.”
“I guess porn didn’t work either.”
“The very thought of searching it disgusts me. I don’t even look at Renzō’s disgusting magazines.”
“Some are good,” Okumura accepted with a conformist face, although Suguro disagreed. “If you see any interest on his part towards you... you could take advantage.”
Although the nephilim hoped that this would not happen.
Even if the brown-haired man didn’t say anything, he did gently shake his head before resuming his meal, suddenly both of them falling silent and ignoring the conversations around them.
Maybe Rin could be the one to take advantage of the situation, his friend’s doubt, no matter how questionable that was.
“You’re really not sure,” the blue-eyed man commented as naturally as possible, without directing his attention to the other and checking a well-cut piece of fish.
“As I say, I don’t understand any of this, so no. And no, I’m not going to sleep with random people to confirm it.”
“You can do it with someone you know, who you trust.”
“I trust Koneko, but I’m not going to have...”
“No, dumbass,” Rin looked at Ryūji in exasperation, clearly believing him to be one. “Why is your first thought to fuck with Koneko?”
“You said someone I trusted,” replied the tallest one with a face of obviousness.
“Don’t you trust me? I just told you that I think I like men, that I thought about having casual sex and that I don’t know anything, and the first thing you think about is to fuck with Koneko. Really?”
Okumura’s hint caused a more violent blush than the previous one to appear on the brunet’s cheeks and neck.
“If it doesn’t work,” the younger kept going, embarrassed, for the color dyeing the tanned skin let him know that he was understood, “it’s okay, we can continue to be friends and that’s it. And if it works, too. It doesn’t mean that we are going to be something else or so. It’s like a test session.”
“What is this? A gym?”
“I’m making you a serious proposal, you idiot. None of us have experience, we are friends, we have seen each other naked in the shared bathrooms, so there is trust and there is no danger of us crossing the line with each other. Just say no if you don’t want to.”
Actually, it was a good opportunity, besides, Ryūji couldn’t deny that the idea excited him, even if he didn’t know what one was supposed to do during sex, especially between men.
“What’s your plan then?” asked the taller man, feigning tranquility despite the blush covering his face.
“Yukio isn’t always in the apartment,” Rin said after clearing his throat and again filling his mouth with food, “but the walls are thin and we don’t want problems with the neighbors. I don’t want to risk him finding out. If you don’t want to do it in your apartment, we can go to a hotel.”
“Any in mind?” asked Suguro, raising his eyebrows and knowing what the answer was.
“No. I don’t know of any. But the red-light district is full of them.”
“Right,” the brown-haired man sighed heavily. “I also don’t want problems with the neighbors.”
With burning faces, they agreed to meet that weekend next to the statue of Hachiko, they would walk around to pretend that they were just two friends killing time and, later, they would go to the red-light district.
Both were adults, it was even legal for them to drink alcohol, so they could enter a motel without the fear of being called out, however, they felt like a couple of teenagers doing something forbidden while choosing a room on a screen, since they entered a place where they did not have to be greeted by someone, and then walking through the halls to their destination.
The room was large enough to have a double bed, two bureaus on each side and a curious piece of furniture in front of it, not forgetting to mention that there was an integrated bathroom that, fortunately, was not made of glass and maintained the privacy of whoever got in.
Ryūji announced that he was going to freshen up, although he had tried to bathe properly before meeting, as he was paranoid that he smelled bad or that he was sticky from the sweat that his nerves caused, so Rin was left alone in the room, looking at the large window on the side and deciding to close the curtains, only leaving a small space between them so that the Sun could illuminate the place, then, he approached that strange piece of furniture that contained multiple small doors of transparent material, where toys, condoms and lubricants of different types and brands were kept, along with a price in yen; he took a box of common condoms and a bottle of water-based lube.
Not knowing what else to do, Okumura sat on the edge of the bed, his butt barely touching the mattress, his hands rubbing his knees and his eyes staring disinterestedly at the boxes of products available to guests, although he didn’t last long there, as Suguro came out of the bath a few seconds later and the black-haired man jumped to his feet.
“Now what?” asked the tallest one.
“Uh... Let’s start with something simple. Shall we hold hands?”
Ryūji looked at the white hands reaching out towards him as if he didn’t understand, even so, he brought his close and let Rin grab them tightly to try to control the anxiety and not start shaking.
The skin of the nephilim was really soft and the palms of the brunet were full of calluses, in addition, he had a huge scar on one of them that traveled to the fingers and the back of the hand; Lightning had done it during the war, practically destroying muscles and everything, but, fortunately, he did not lose it. The twin didn’t get to see the wound, so he could only imagine how horrible and painful it was.
Unintentionally, the thumb delicately caressed the thin skin, paler than the rest and a little swollen, to which Suguro tensed slightly, his fingers squeezing the other’s hands and his eyes noticing the way Okumura observed the mark, making the stomach jump strangely, but pleasantly; he could let him do that all day.
“It’s fine, isn’t it?” Rin asked after a while, looking up at the face of the other man who nodded. “Shall we hug?”
“Okay.”
After letting go, the black-haired man ran his eyes all over his friend’s body, as if thinking about what to do, then he approached, almost stepping on his feet, and ran his arms around the large waist that contracted for a moment in nerves before relaxing, although not completely. The taller one hesitated as well, looking at what was in front of him with his arms raised before carefully putting them around the other young man, but that care soon wore off and he pressed his body hard against Okumura, who let out a long, almost snort-like exhale and became excited, enjoying the warmth and how strangely soft Suguro was despite being menacing and full of muscles.
Rin did not avoid resting his chin against Ryūji’s shoulder, listening to the blood pumping thanks to his good hearing and how close he was to the neck, nor did he stop himself from closing his eyes to immerse fully in the pleasant sensations and in the chest of the other young man moving against his own with each breath that, honestly, were agitated, but he did not blame him, for he himself was still anxious.
They didn’t know how long they stayed like that, although they didn’t care.
“Shall we continue?” the younger man eventually broke the silence that covered them during that time, since they could not be like this all day, even if they wanted to, for the hours were running and they would have to leave the hotel.
“With what?” Ryūji asked, somewhat terrified by the answer.
“A kiss.”
They knew that would have to happen sooner or later, but the change from a hug to a kiss was too much. It was like going from 0 to 1000 in a second.
“A little peck,” Rin added.
Without receiving an answer, the twin moved away until he looked at the other young man who was red by the simple idea, his large hands now holding the thin shoulders.
“You do it,” ordered the brown-haired man, since he didn’t trust that he would be able to do it and his friend was more impulsive than him, so he was sure that he would have no problem.
But Okumura had no idea how to proceed and stared at his companion for longer than was appropriate. Finally, the nephilim decided to hold Suguro’s face with both hands so that he would not run away and timidly placed his lips on the others.
The brown-haired man was much more excited than he thought possible, though he was so stunned that it took him a whole minute to realize that his friend was looking at him again at a safe distance, his cheeks covered with vermilion and his eyes restlessly inspecting each tanned feature.
None of them were able to speak.
The younger man’s eyebrows rose in doubt, and the taller one nodded many times, and received the same gesture from Rin, who then tilted his head towards him, asking permission, which was soon given with more silent gestures.
Okumura placed another kiss, still soft, but pressing more against the mouth of the other man who held his breath.
“I’ll do it longer,” announced the blue-eyed young man, just a few centimeters from Suguro, who let out a very low “Okay.”
The kisses multiplied and increased in duration, very slowly, still innocent, until both young people felt like more.
Rin, still with his hands on each side of his friend’s face, moved his lips tremulously and clumsily, causing wrinkles to appear on Ryūji’s pressed eyelids who was insecure, staying motionless in place and only reacting a long time later, also with disastrous caresses that went to a completely different rhythm than the black-haired man, which was to be expected, since it was their first kiss.
“You should breathe through your nose,” Suguro said in an airy voice and managing to move away just a little to speak.
“I don’t know how yet,” panted the twin. “It takes practice, I guess. And we just stand here?”
The Aria looked around the room and licked his lips absently-minded, worsening the nephilim’s desire to continue kissing him.
“Do you want to sit down?”
“I guess,” Rin replied while shrugging.
Thus, Ryūji approached the bed, looked at it for a few seconds, and arranged the pillows against the headboard so that he could sit down and lean his back on them, then he made the other young man approach with a wave of his hand.
“I’m not going to sit on you,” the younger said, frowning.
“Any suggestions?” Suguro asked, with the same grimace.
Despite grunting, Rin gave in and began to climb on the bed and then settle on the extended and long legs.
“How embarrassing.”
Thin, trembling hands rested on Ryūji’s shoulders, who, in turn, placed his own on his friend’s waist, causing him to tremble.
“You aren't heavy. Sit down.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I know. But you’re going to get tired like that. Sit down.”
Wrinkling his nose more in disgust, the blue-eyed man dropped all his weight on the firmer lap, his legs bent and his knees touching the mattress.
“You can keep going,” Suguro blurted out in an uneasy sigh and Okumura nodded before bringing their mouths back together.
It felt so good that sooner rather than later they synchronized, with the nephilim finding the trick to breathe through his nose and not feel that he was drowning and, moreover, unconsciously biting from time to time the thin and not very smooth skin of the Dragoon who clung to his waist with too much impetuosity.
Gradually, they relaxed.
Rin’s hands were now on the brown hair and wide neck, while Ryūji’s arms brought him closer and the legs of both were relaxed, now really resting on the others and on the comfortable mattress.
Panting began to make its presence and the heat in the room gradually increased.
They didn’t understand how they could want more, but it was so, especially since a dense feeling gradually settled between their legs, reducing the space in their pants.
A little distracted, Suguro lowered his hands to the other man’s hips and pressed them closer to his, earning an incredible moan that made his brain “click”, as if something lit up or found its place. Then, the big fingers approached the edge of the shirt that Okumura was wearing and played with it insecurely, not knowing if they could venture under it and thus touch the pale skin; luckily, the black-haired man let out short quiet words to assure him that it was fine and the tallest did not take long to put his hands in and caress the slender back that vibrated slightly.
Rin stated within himself that the burning and rough skin moving over his body felt incredible as he stuck to Ryūji a little bit more, forcing him to hold his breath again. With that, and not quite sure if he was doing well or even what was he doing, the nephilim began to rub subtly against his friend, going up and down just a few centimeters, his right hand around the neck, noticing how the other man swallowed from time to time, and his lips still meeting the thinner ones that tried to keep up with him, which at first was complicated.
The friction everywhere was wonderful.
In a matter of blinking, the younger man's shirt disappeared and his companion took advantage of the free access to rub his hands everywhere, although he had to stop when the white fingers closed firmly around his once he moved over the agitated chest.
“I don’t have...”
“I don’t care,” the Aria reassured, looking into the anxious blue eyes.
And to give more weight to his words, Suguro left a kiss right in the center, above the sternum, and without ceasing to observe the other man who reddened again.
Embarrassed, the twin put one hand to his mouth while the other repositioned on the other man’s neck, letting kisses, bites and suctions spread across his bust. At the same time, the brown-haired man held the small hip again and forced it to resume the movements it had been doing until a few seconds before, causing gasps and sighs louder and louder.
It was suddenly that Rin pushed the taller man away, who was about to question if it weren’t for the fact that the agile hands got rid of the brown shirt and the whitish torso stuck to his dermis, sending subtle tickles throughout it; the nephilim wanted to bury himself in that warmth and that immensely comforting softness, a desire that was only aggravated when Ryūji hugged him tightly, covering him almost completely and hiding his face in his neck that he soon pampered with his mouth.
What was left of their clothes began to be annoying, creating a bit of discomfort with how rough they were against their groins, so they also removed them, ending up completely naked and, although the black-haired man was right to say that they had already seen each other that way before, he did not avoid feeling embarrassment that led him to cover his crotch with both hands while the vermilion descended down his neck, which was funny for anyone who witnessed the situation from the outside, because the other man looked at him enraptured, completely different from the grimace of irritation that he used to maintain at all times and that sometimes worsened when it came to dealing with the son of Satan.
Almost immediately, Suguro closed his hands once more on Okumura’s hip to pull him closer and position him on his lap where it seemed to be where he belonged, at least for that moment, shortly after returning to the rubbing that made the blue-eyed man lose his breath for an instant and the tallest one snort in disbelief at how good an act as simple as that felt like.
For someone who didn't know if he liked men or not, Ryūji was dealing quite well with what they were doing, Rin thought, who now had both hands on his shoulders while his tail began to swing slowly behind him, barely brushing the blankets of the bed that were already wrinkled by the movement; honestly, he didn’t expect the brown-haired man to be able to have sex with anyone, but, apparently, one never finished getting to know even the people closest to them, which he didn’t know if it worried him or not, for he was happy not to be rejected, at least not in that area, but he wasn’t content to know that the Aria was interested in someone else.
It was best not to think about it for the time being.
In search of a more incredible sensation, the movements became faster than before and the moans did not take long to come out of the mouths of both, however, it was still not enough and, after a few minutes, Suguro pushed the younger man until his back fell on the mattress and his legs were placed around the hip that did not take long to resume the rhythm that eventually increased.
Between the pleasure and the embarrassment, which was slowly fading away, the nephilim’s mind wandered, remembering how little he had learned from something as questionable as porn, and he wanted to know if what they were doing there really felt good, not the oral sex or the hands touching sensitive skin, but the penetration, because he could still see that thin, youthful-faced boy enjoying it and, sure, he knew that many, if not all, things were acted, but there must have been something good about it if so many people did it.
“Suguro,” the younger called and when they exchanged glances, the aforementioned stopped.
“Everything okay?”
Rin nodded.
“I wanted to... I think...” The young man's nails sank slightly into the thick skin. “I don’t know how it’s done, but I’d like to try, uh, well, you putting it in.”
With erratic breath, the brown-haired man raised his eyebrows in bewilderment, not because of what he heard, or not completely, but because he didn’t know what to do with that information.
“Do you have any idea?” asked the taller one hesitantly.
“No. In the video I saw they only put it in.”
“Mh... I read that we should use lube.”
“I put it there,” Rin said, throwing his head back and pointing his finger at the bottle and condoms waiting in the corner of the bed. “You’re going to have to pay me half.”
“Fine... But do I just touch or what?”
“I think so,” replied the black-haired man while looking at the other with a shy face. “Renzō once said that foreplay is important, maybe it’s the same here. That’s not an entry, so...”
Feeling as insecure as before, Ryūji sat up and stretched out until he reached the lube and box with which he soon began to maneuver while Rin bent his legs and placed the soles of his feet against the bed.
He really didn’t know what he was doing, so the Dragoon tried to do what was most logical, sliding a few fingers into the condom he opened and emptying some of the transparent liquid on it, as if he was not convinced that the lubricant already added to the latex was enough, then he felt the groin with his fingertips, getting the whole thin body to contract and the strong, but smaller, hands to close on his arms.
He touched the area superficially and for a long time until he saw the nephilim relax gently and, very carefully, he inserted a finger, turning soft muscles into stone once more.
Another few seconds passed for Rin to get used to it before adding more fingers and tensing up completely, for the sensation was strange and not at all pleasant, although, fortunately, it did not hurt.
Ryūji’s hand moved with dedication and only stopped when the blue-eyed man tightened again, now in a different way than before, while holding his breath and then exhaling slowly.
“Do that again,” asked the son of Satan in a confused tone and bringing his eyebrows together under the attentive brown gaze.
And the tallest man obeyed, later seeing how Okumura flinched and inhaled tremblingly.
“If it hurts...”
“No,” Rin reassured, his eyes passing over each feature of the other man as if they had the answers to everything. “It feels weird.”
“Good or bad?”
“I don’t know. It feels hot, so it’s weird, but it doesn’t hurt. Keep doing it.”
Hesitantly, Ryūji continued, noticing how the blue-eyed man’s body hardened and relaxed intermittently while, little by little, the moans returned, first in effort and then with more ease, and his chest vibrated with each breath.
“Are you okay?” asked the brown-haired man worriedly, although his companion’s face no longer showed doubt or discomfort.
“Aha,” the twin exhaled, his hands squeezing the large muscles tighter and his legs having a very small spasm. “Starts... It feels good.”
At this answer, Suguro blinked in disbelief, though his chest was filled with joy and pride, urging him to keep up the rhythm as much as possible so that the other young man would keep feeling good.
“Can you...?” Rin began, embarrassed despite slowly giving in to the growing pleasure. “Can you push there a little bit more?”
As soon as the tallest one complied with the instruction, a very slight whimper came from the blue-eyed man that made the hair of the whole large body rise; again and again, shivers ran through the eldest man from head to toe with each little sound that Okumura produced and that got worse with the passage of time.
If that felt good, maybe...
“Rin,” the Aria said before swallowing hard. “Will...? Will you let me put it in?”
The black-haired man moaned at the thought of Ryūji inside him and managed to nod at the same time; he needed more, more, more.
As the twin gulped air, the brown-haired man pulled his hand away, discarded the used condom and got a new one in order to push his body towards his, however, and almost immediately, he complained in pain.
“Stop. Stop,” Okumura insisted, straightening up a little with his left forearm and placing his right hand against the broad chest, then he shook his head emphatically and looked terrified at the gap between his legs. “I feel like you're splitting me in half. Ah-ah.”
Still, when Suguro tried to pull away, a white hand grabbed the back of his neck, and thin, but steady legs tightened around his body.
“I didn’t say you had to move away.”
“Then what do you want me to do?” replied the Dragoon.
Rin didn’t know what to answer.
“Go slowly,” the younger one relented. “I’ll tell you if I want you to pull out.”
Growling in exasperation, Ryūji pushed again, so slowly that they seemed to have all the time in the world, and his companion pressed his eyelids, lips and wrinkled his nose in immense discomfort, but he was not going to give up, of course not; if he could bear fingers, he could bear anything else, or so the nephilim wanted to believe.
Okumura lay down like a dead weight and tried by all possible means to control his breathing, agitated by the pain that did not stop until, after what felt like an eternity, Suguro remained still with his belly touching his pelvis. He would like to say that it felt good, but that was a lie, because the youngest was so stressed by the discomfort that even he felt pain.
“Give me a second,” Rin asked in a gasp and Ryūji had no problem with it.
So they remained completely motionless and the black-haired man tried to calm himself by taking large breaths of air and then expelling it through his nose. When he felt a little better, the nephilim announced that they could continue, but that they should do it slowly and little by little, fearing that he would be hurt.
The tallest one began to rock just an iota, his hands on the blankets and next to each side of the head of tousled black hair, and it really hurt.
Eventually, it became easier to move as the discomfort calmly subsided and the burning and tickling set in, and by the time they realized it, Suguro was swaying more frequently and the gasps and sighs ceased to express discomfort, though there was a moment when he changed positions and Okumura complained quietly before letting out a small moan that was followed by another and another and another, suddenly not being able to shut up because the tallest man found that area where it felt great; it didn’t take long for Rin to rock too, his right hand on one of the big arms and his left on the lower part of the other man’s back.
“There,” the younger whimpered with half-closed eyes and soon lengthening an “o” that made his companion whine, too, while closing his eyelids tightly. “There. There. Ah... Harder.”
Another plaintive and ecstatic moan erupted from Okumura as he was obeyed, feeling his mind spin uncontrollably and an astonishing pressure growing in his belly.
The blankets were already disheveled, since the black-haired man kept moving on them, up and down, with every thrust of Suguro which, without being able to believe it, became more and more fierce; it really seemed impossible to stop rocking in and out of the soft being, filling himself with incomparable joy, with one hand finding its place in the curve of the snowy neck and vaguely thanking the resistance of his muscles that he had achieved with much exercise over the years.
Ryūji didn’t want to stop and if it were up to him, he would stay like this for the rest of his life, dazed by emotion and lust, sharing his everything with Rin just as he did with him while he was undone in pleasure for everything he did to him and that he was so willing to let him do.
The black-haired man’s right arm went up and wrapped tightly around the other young man’s neck, pressing him against himself as soon as he hugged his waist impetuously and placed his forehead on the bed, while the other hand rested near the shoulder. This new position brought them so close that they practically seemed to want to merge with each other, in addition to intensifying the delight they experienced, which caused the nephilim’s now long nails to bury into the tanned skin until they drew blood and the swaying of the brunet to become even more violent, leaving them at times without air.
With Rin breathing, snorting, and moaning so close to his face and neck, Ryūji felt chills run through him because of it, but they were pleasant, strange, and new, so instead of pulling away or complaining, he clung to him, coming and going without rest, and neither did he when the teeth repeatedly sank into his flesh, at first somewhat gently and then sinking so much that the area bulged and bruised, especially when the legs around him began to shake more and more vehemently and the younger man's lungs struggled.
Suddenly, Okumura tensed, although the tremors continued, and he was hardly able to inhale, which prevented him from moaning as often as before, so Suguro, almost magically, knew that he was on the verge of orgasm and wanted to see it, he had to see it; the taller one then straightened up only a little with his right arm, the left still clinging to the trembling body, and raised his face until he was facing the other young man.
The blue eyes were completely closed and with such impetus that multiple wrinkles decorated the thin nose. A blush glistening with sweat covered the rounder cheeks. And the upper lip, almost as red, was raised, exposing the fangs.
Ryūji made an immense effort not to stop looking at Rin, squinting his eyelids and wrinkling his eyebrows, and he was so excited when the black-haired head moved back, wanting to sink into the mattress, when the twin held his breath and then whimpered for a long moment, his nails opening the wounds even more and his legs clinging to his waist until it hurt; he didn’t worry at all that he might get dirty with the semen that soon emerged and focused only on what he was witnessing and on the body squeezing around his, getting him to move erratically, to cum and to demand air in droves.
He didn’t collapse immediately, but Suguro continued to rock slower and slower to keep up the remains of pleasure, listening to Okumura follow his and, after a few moments, they stopped, breathing heavily and using each other’s being as an anchor to come down from the clouds and return to reality.
The red pupils stared at the ceiling, shocked, as the tanned forehead fell over the pale chest, rising and falling.
“Are you okay?” the Aria muttered after a while, without moving away and in a hoarse voice.
“Aha.”
Once Ryūji straightened up in both arms, he exchanged incredulous glances with Rin, not fully understanding what happened.
“I’m going to…”
“Aha.”
Okumura sighed as Suguro unfortunately came out of him, dropped his legs and arms, and blinked.
“Well, you’re not straight,” said the nephilim after the tallest man returned from the bathroom and lay down next to him.
“Based on the evidence, no. I have no problem, I’m just surprised.”
“I was surprised when I realized it, too.”
With his eyes closed, Rin perceived Ryūji next to him even more and had the urgent need to touch him, to ask him to touch him back, to climb on top of him and just be, because he no longer intended to have sex, at least not at that moment; once had been enough, not because he didn’t like it, but because he needed a break. In turn, the brown-haired man wanted to hug him, even if he didn’t know how to do it, and he wanted to kiss him more, because his lips were so soft and his skin was so warm. But none dared to do so.
“Honestly, I didn’t expect it to work,” the twin confessed. “Not only because we are men, but also because, in general, I didn’t think you would find me attractive or that you could do it with anyone. I thought you wouldn’t even get a boner.”
The brown-haired man turned his head in the direction of his friend, who kept his eyelids closed and breathed more and more calmly.
“Are you okay with anyone?”
At the question, the nephilim stayed completely still and thought, in desperation, of an answer.
“I already said I was afraid to try it on the internet,” Okumura managed to say. “No. I couldn’t have sex with a stranger.”
“You don’t have a problem with a friend.”
“Don’t think I’d do it with Renzō.”
“I doubt very much that he would want to.”
To which the black eyebrows rose in agreement.
“With this, you already have practice,” Rin continued. “This way, it will be easier when you try it with your crush.”
But the brown-haired man said nothing about it and swallowed restlessly.
“How did you feel?” asked Suguro out of nowhere, although he knew that his companion had enjoyed it, he wanted to hear it again.
“Good,” the nephilim almost whispered, blushing a little. “You?”
“Me too.”
Okumura sighed.
“Thank you for cleaning me,” because Ryūji had run a tissue over the other man’s abdomen to remove the semen. “I’m still going to bathe, though.”
“It would be disgusting if it dried.”
Without further ado, Rin got out of bed and went into the bathroom to remove any traces of semen, lubricant and sweat; already coming to his senses, he felt how uncomfortable that transparent and slippery liquid was between his legs.
The water fell and wet the floor tiles before going down the drain as the door opened, causing the younger man to look in that direction, finding an embarrassed face and anxious eyes.
“What? I’m not letting you bathe first,” Okumura blurted out.
“I’m not here to fight about that,” Suguro said, his hand around the door knob.
So the nephilim said nothing and waited patiently for another word from the tallest man who was doubtful, soon passing his brown gaze over the site in search of a little courage.
“What if I said I can’t go on after this because I like you?”
Thinking he was hearing wrong, Rin wrinkled his face and stared carefully at the other young man who already looked like a cherry.
“Did you like the sex that much?”
“I’m not confused,” Ryūji replied angrily. “Before this, I already liked you. I just didn’t understand it. Like you said, I wouldn’t do it with just anyone.”
From the black-haired man’s grimace, the Aria knew that he did not believe him.
“Rin, until a second ago you had my dick inside you. How can you not believe what I tell you?!”
“Maybe you’re just thinking about it and you believe...”
“I’m not confused! What do you want me to do to make you believe me?”
“What else could you do?” the blue-eyed man muttered, not knowing the answer either.
“Why don’t you believe me? Or are you denying it because you don’t want to reject me?”
“I wouldn’t reject you. I like you.”
Ignoring the steam rising from the water, that was beginning to fill the bathroom, Suguro was surprised, though he remained with his eyebrows almost touching in annoyance.
“Believe me then.”
“It’s just that…” Okumura hesitated, turning into the shower and turning on the cold water. “I don’t know. It’s weird to think that you feel the same way.”
Barefoot steps approached Rin and a nervous hand grabbed his arm, making him turn to Ryūji, whose eyes were begging. Then, the pale arm was moved and positioned on the neck of the brown-haired man who made the distance between them disappear and kissed the pink lips so, so gently that the black-haired man became ecstatic again, making him wag his tail energetically, and eventually hug the other man who did not take long to hold him by the waist.
The gesture was so soft, so sweet, as if the nephilim were the most adored thing for the Dragoon. And as if that wasn’t enough, Suguro wrapped his arms around the other man’s torso and squeezed him tight.
“Fine,” Okumura relented once they moved away. “Boyfriends then. Now let me bathe. I don’t want to waste water. Ah. Do you want to come in with me?”
“No. Impractical.”
“Boring.”
However, the black-haired man still had the other’s arms around him, as if he didn’t want to let go and, to be honest, he didn’t want to move away either.
“Want to...?” Rin hesitated. “You want to keep going? We don't have to have sex, just...”
The nephilim’s hands swayed, trying to allude to touching, as he tilted his head from side to side and saw with the eyes of a pleading dog to his now boyfriend who thought for a long second.
“I’m not cheesy,” Ryūji admitted, though they both knew that and he only said it to reaffirm that, perhaps, his caresses weren’t exactly tender. “Just for a while is fine.”
“Let me bathe,” the black-haired man asked again. “The lube feels really weird on my ass.”
Of course, this made Suguro feel disgusted and it didn’t take long for Okumura to imitate him while nodding.
“There was no other way,” sighed Satan’s son, finally moving away from the other man and extending an arm to touch the water, checking that it was as he liked. “It’s not an entrance, it’s an exit. Although for one, it felt good.”
“At least you liked it.”
“Mh,” Rin said, getting under the shower and causing Ryūji’s umpteenth blush of the day. “At least. At first I was afraid that porn had really lied to me about it. I know it’s acted, but... well.”
Although the other young man did not see him, the brown-haired one nodded several times, stood still for a moment, looking at him, and finally returned silently to the room, closing the door behind him.
Sitting alone, Suguro didn’t know what to do and simply fiddled with the rosary around his wrist, caressing each bead and sliding it over his skin, so he was relieved a little when the younger man came out of the bathroom, totally dry, and approached nervously.
If the brown-haired man were not exceedingly prideful, he would probably be rolling around in excitement, crumpling the sheets even more, and even throwing away the pillows, for he could not conceive that this beautiful boy was his boyfriend; for someone who wasn't cheesy, he was thinking cloying things.
Hot tickles appeared on every part of Ryūji’s body that touched Rin as he sat in the space between the crossed legs, stretching his own to each side, and grabbed his shoulders. When a sharp-fanged smile was presented to him, the Dragoon felt his heart go wild and the insistent desire to touch the nephilim, and he did, after asking if it was okay; he carefully placed his hands around the thin waist. Immediately, Okumura kissed him, and so they went on, moving their palms and fingers all over, and sometimes kissing beyond their lips, caressing cheeks, neck, and chest. Thanks to that situation, they discovered that Rin was capable of purring, which made him embarrassed and almost hid, either in the bathroom or under the covers, but the other man did not let him, hugging him firmly and leaving new kisses in the area that vibrated, clearly fighting a little with the blue-eyed one who wanted to flee.
“Why didn’t you do this before?” asked Suguro, running a hand over the center of the chest, feeling the purr, and before leaving a kiss on the clenched jaw.
“I can’t control it,” complained the youngest, eyes closed and an immense concentration focused on stopping that stupid noise, but the firm skin moving over the center and side of his abdomen and the caresses on his neck did not help.
“Do you think it will get louder if we do it again?”
“I hope not,” and in response to this, the taller man laughed. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I like it.”
“Of course, ’cause you love to humiliate me.”
“You do that on your own. It’s fun.”
Squinting his eyelids, Rin found the marks of his teeth in the curve that joined Ryūji’s neck with the shoulder.
“It looks terrible,” the nephilim said as his hand went up the back and his fingers ran through the gaps and swelling. “You should have moved.”
The brunet said nothing, but the blue-eyed man felt his cheeks warm and he guessed that, like a pervert, he had liked it, so he laughed.
“You have a bit of a masochistic fetish. Will you ask me to choke you next time?”
“Shut up.”
After laughing, Okumura ran his tongue slowly over the wound and felt the big being tremble against him, causing him satisfaction and some superiority.
“Just don’t ask me to bite you while I give you a blowjob,” Rin said in a low voice, licked the side of the neck, passing over a slightly protruding vein and bit hard enough to leave the skin red and teeth marked, to which Ryūji shuddered a little.
“I’m not a degenerate.”
“Mh...” muttered the younger man in doubt and placed another bite, this time on the jaw, feeling the facial hair.
“Only if you don’t stop purring.”
The rough hand rose slowly, more relaxed, and closed on Okumura’s neck, the thumb caressing the trembling bones with sweetness and clumsiness, while Suguro lifted his face, smiling petulantly even as the other man’s face showed irritation.
“You’re unbearable.”
“And even so, you don’t want me to stop.”
Although the white complexion wrinkled more for how annoying the brunet was, the nephilim continued to purr and later, closed his eyes when the other man made the distance between their mouths disappear, causing the purr against the thumb to intensify; he was so angry with himself because no, he didn’t want Ryūji to stop at all by adoring his caresses and rejoicing in his kisses.
In almost immediate response to Rin’s legs pressing against his back, the Dragoon squeezed him using his free arm around his waist while sharp fangs carefully bit into the thin lips between kisses; he wondered if he really was a pervert, since those little pinches felt good, although he was sure it was nothing compared to the fetishes of others.
The caresses went down to the jaw, the inside of it, and finally reached the throat, and feeling Okumura’s purr in his mouth was more pleasant than Suguro thought, even the blue-eyed man himself was surprised at how good it felt, his hands clutching fiercely to the broad back and almost leaving new cuts.
Honestly, the brown-haired man liked any way the son of Satan touched him, whether it was tenderly, running his slender fingers barely close enough to his skin, or verve, practically squeezing and kneading every muscle he encountered.
Hearing another laugh coming from Rin, Ryūji faced him and raised his eyebrows in questioning.
“You’re being so cheesy,” the nephilim said, not as a complaint, just as a comment on something that amused him.
“I can slap you if you want,” growled the tallest man, to which he was granted a defiant look.
“And what will you do if I like it?”
“And I’m the masochist?”
Okumura shrugged, laughing, then ran the fingertips of his left hand over the scabs and bleeding flesh on the back, those of his right hand did the same with the bite, and stared with captivating eyes through his eyelashes at Suguro, catching how he stopped breathing for a moment before exhaling tremblingly.
“Mh...” the black-haired man lengthened, quite pleased to embarrass his companion. “It looks like you are. But, if you do, we’ll know if I am or not.”
“Look, I’ve beaten you a lot, but I won’t do it like that.”
“Boo.”
A slap hit the Dragoon’s right shoulder as he squeezed the start of the black tail, causing great pain, albeit ephemeral, that climbed up each vertebra.
“The tail,” Rin said firmly, pointing a finger at Ryūji, “is out of limits.”
They both held their gazes in defiance for a while, and at the same time the big hand relaxed and moved barely an inch outwards, towards the tip of the tail, to which the half-demon was startled and paid full attention to that area through which the thick palm descended very slowly, towards the base of the back to which it eventually reached, exerting a little more pressure that made a quiet sigh and a sufficient smile emerge.
Okumura purred and purred as he felt the tallest man outline his spine with his fingertips and an exasperating calm, at the same time that the thumb on his throat pressed in a really particular way, although it was not uncomfortable, and several hickeys were left at the end of the jaw, near the ear.
Full of longing, the blue-eyed man, for his part, slid the edge of his nails and fingertips over the scars that were multiplying on the tanned back, extremely sensitive despite the years and very soft; the slight doubt as to whether the wounds he made would also form permanent lines and stains appeared, and honestly, the idea did not displease him. And Suguro snorted with a lot of delight that must have been contagious because the twin felt a burning inside his chest just because of this tiny gesture.
In a matter of seconds, Rin cradled one of Ryūji’s cheeks, turned him towards his own face, and began to leave little pecks on the lips, his hand now resting against the nape and between the short hair.
A shiver ran through the brown-haired man as soon as the tail went around the half-demon and the hairy part managed to sneak through the small space between their bodies until it rested in his crotch, generating a tickling sensation that was somewhere between funny and pleasant; he knew it had been done on purpose, so Suguro once again grasped the base of that appendage to run his thumbnail between the dark strands, holding this action for a few long seconds.
“Ah,” the taller one said sarcastically as he felt the black-haired man’s erection brush against him, when he heard an indescribable change in the purring and the agitated breathing. “Didn't you say no sex?”
“I said we didn't have to have sex,” Okumura said, showing his fangs menacingly, though his hand followed the hip bone delicately, toward the crotch. “I never said it was forbidden or anything like that.”
“Convenient,” Ryūji exhaled, concentrating on the caresses under his navel and then on the line that Rin’s fingers drew along his phallus.
“It was going to happen.”
The sighs that gradually came out of the Aria let the son of Satan know that he was doing it right, that the going up and down of his hand was pleasurable, that the pressure and movement of his thumb against the glans was just right.
“I don’t see you complaining,” Rin commented mockingly.
Suguro swallowed, rolled his eyes angrily at the black-haired man, and shuddered by the tail now moving across his back and around his neck.
“You wouldn’t listen even if I complained,” the brown-haired man managed to say, making the nephilim smile. “I know you well.”
“I can stop if you ask me.”
No verbal response was given, and there was no need for it, as Ryūji clung to the back of the black-haired head and hungrily smashed their mouths together.
They didn’t detach themselves from each other, panting and letting out moans barely audible to their companion, both of Rin’s hands handling the boners with dexterity to accumulate that wonderful tingling. But it was not enough, for either of them, and yet the Dragoon did not want to overexert his now boyfriend, if that was possible, and he made up his mind to settle for what they were already doing, no matter how difficult it was for him, even more so when the nephilim stopped without warning and moved.
“Put your legs together,” Okumura ordered, not waiting to be listened to and maneuvering with Suguro as if nothing, then placing his knees on either side of the wide lap.
“Why...?” The taller one didn’t finish the question, startled by a touch on his sensitive skin and lowering the eyes away from the blue ones, that were watching him from above, to his crotch that was held by the black-haired man with one hand while the other was placed on one of his shoulders to be able to hold on to something and make it easy to go down. “Rin...!”
“It’s fine,” the aforementioned interjected with agitated breathing, but calm features and his body receiving the brown-haired man. “I’m fine.”
“But there...”
With a passionate kiss, Ryūji fell silent, his hands leaving red marks on the other man’s hip in an attempt to keep him still, an unsuccessful attempt for the nephilim was strong and continued to descend without any problem, ignoring the areas that burned in discomfort to only focus on the tickles that were still tiny, but which, eventually, would get worse.
“It's fine,” Rin gasped against the other young man’s mouth and sat down completely. “Shut up and let me do it.”
And he left him, although the brunet did not totally agree; the nephilim healed quickly, but he still felt pain and his boyfriend didn’t want him to suffer, especially when it was for something that could be avoided.
Suguro saw Okumura ascend and descend slowly, holding on to his shoulders and tightening the tail that remained on his neck, and from the grimace he had, he knew that he was not feeling pleasure at all, but the brown-haired man was silent about it, doubtful, and went on to attend to the boner that occasionally brushed against his abdomen and the rosy neck in front of his face.
The movements were uncoordinated at first, as expected, causing the large nose to hit the throat or jaw of the younger man at times or the rough hand to unintentionally release the phallus, however, Rin found pleasure in those clumsy caresses, a very curious pleasure that made the intense and persistent pain become pleasant, surprising him when it made him think that it hurt so good, although not enough to make him stop in panic and believing himself to be a degenerate who had lost his mind.
Slowly, but surely, the black-haired man increased the rhythm of his movements, as did the volume of the purr coming out of his chest and the tingling in every part of their bodies, concentrating mainly on their bellies, at the same time that the discomfort diminished with the intention of disappearing completely. Thus, Ryūji leaned back, balancing with his left arm while the right hand helped Rin with the swaying, leaving his fingers marked, so the latter was forced to place his palms on the tanned abdomen to have a little more stability.
As Suguro had said, throughout his life he had seen numerous naked men, not for pleasure, but out of necessity, since the baths of the True Cross Academy were shared, as were those in the Japanese headquarters and the hot springs that he had visited, and at no time did he consider any of them attractive, although it was true that he did not pay much attention to the bodies of others on those occasions (for what?), but now, so close to Okumura, he could affirm that he was very beautiful and that just seeing him warmed both his heart and his crotch, no matter how vulgar the latter sounded, especially when he was as pleased and ecstatic as at that moment, with a blush that went down from his cheekbones to his chest, his black hair bouncing with each movement, his eyebrows together, his eyes shining and the small and ephemeral blue sparks sprouting from random areas of his body. And most likely he was not aware of how much he was looking at the twin who, for his part, did notice the dark eyes going up and down his being, as if he were examining him in detail and with such an intensity and passion so excessive that Rin felt his skin ignite.
The position they were in made the brunet reach new and magnificent places, adding to how pleasant it was not to use a condom; the Aria should be more cautious for next time, because he was sure that this latex accessory was essential, but he didn’t like the idea of wearing it, not when it felt a thousand times better without it. It was all the fault of the twin’s impulsiveness.
The nephilim’s legs began to tremble almost imperceptibly as they hardened and relaxed from the non-stop rise and fall, while his insides contracted more and more around Suguro who believed was from getting closer to orgasm, which was not entirely incorrect, however, Okumura was confused, because the feeling was different from before, not necessarily bad, just unknown and complicated to explain; it was as if the inside of his being became small, leaving no room for anything but the tickling, the air and the dick of the other man. And it became so tiny that there was no room for air, leaving his lungs empty as he let out a moan and experienced a million little animals running from his belly to his head that made him think for a moment that he finished, but it wasn’t the case, or at least that’s what he guessed, for he hadn’t came, so Rin followed that emotion that made his skin extremely sensitive, noticing how it went down a little before starting to increase again like a roller coaster, with his body compressed, but short of breath.
Still riding Ryūji, who was trying immensely not to finish until the other young man did (which was proving to be a titanic task), the blue-eyed man, with an alienated mind, placed one hand on his belly and pressed, this being a surprisingly good idea, while the other tore the thick skin and the tail tightened a little more.
The Dragoon’s touch traveling up the side of his hip to his waist burned so much that Satan’s son moaned at a higher volume that only increased as the seconds progressed.
Suguro then saw Okumura lean back a little, his right hand now on the mattress, and throw his head in the same direction while whimpering, which almost made him finish, so he clenched his eyelids and hissed to properly manage his breathing, but it was extremely difficult with the heat of his groin at the verge of exploding.
“Rin,” panted the brown-haired man and the one in question whimpered again in response, this time leaning his head against his own shoulder and blue fire in his eyes.
The nephilim contracted more and more, causing every fiber of his body to vibrate violently, making his movements desperate and erratic, with his hips being attacked by spasms, one after another, and his breath ragged, barely entering before being expelled in snorts and moans that crushed his chest in its entirety; he wasn’t thinking about anything anymore, not where they were, what day it was or how much time they had left in the room, the truth is that he hardly knew what his name was, since he only went round and round about how good it felt and who he had as a partner. Rin’s mind was nothing more than a bunch of yeses and long exclaimed statements, a whirlwind of “Feels good,” “So good,” “Like this,” and “More” that caused nothing but complete disaster, and he clung to it with great verve, to the embers inside his belly and on his skin, to the tingling that worsened and the lightning that ran through him from head to toe, to everything that was only getting worse with inconceivable speed.
Could they stay like this forever?
Ryūji. Ryūji. More. More. There. Yes. Ryūji. Yes.
When he opened his eyes to see the black-haired man reaching his climax, and with his breath short, Suguro discovered that the blue irises were hidden and that a small shine appeared on the long eyelashes, in addition to the fact that he soon saw the white and sharp teeth shivering; for a very fleeting moment he became worried, as tears began to flow non-stop down the smooth and red cheeks, but Okumura did not stop moving or whimpering, so he decided to ignore it.
“Ryuh... ih...!” Rin sobbed with joy, his legs still pushing him despite how shrunk every muscle was and how much he trembled, as something erupted inside him in a grandiose, magnificent way, much better than the one he had known until just a few minutes ago.
In the fog of the extraordinary orgasm that threatened to turn his brain into mush, blinking repeatedly and with tremulous breath, the brown-haired man managed to be surprised and distressed for seeing a translucent liquid emerge in spurts from the boner of the other man, completely different from the white semen he had expected, and tried to sit up, but the twin did not give him a chance by pressing him to the bed, with long nails digging into his chest and his neck hurting from the tail holding him.
Stunned, Ryūji saw the nephilim melt with pleasure, still moving in his boner that was extremely sensitive from having cummed, filling his insides, and that was about to start hurting, still moaning, gasping and snorting, staying as long as possible in the climax that was dragging on despite seeming impossible, so the worry subsided and the fire that had been extinguishing in his heart threatened to ignite violently, for the moment just causing a vermilion color all over his face and a suffocating heat that covered him, almost making him dizzy; he didn’t know how it worked for the blue-eyed man, but he would have to take a break before he could have sex again, which really irritated him.
When the hands stumbled towards his abdomen, the taller one managed to sit up, wrinkling his face with effort and some discomfort, and he grabbed the black-haired man vigorously in an attempt to stop him, without success, although it was true that the rise and fall was gradually becoming slow. Anyway, and as far as Suguro could guess, it would take another while for Okumura to stop.
The Dragoon saw the son of Satan hiss, raising his upper lip and baring his fangs, before letting out a mixture of moaning and sobbing, accompanied by more tears and thick semen; Ryūji wished so, so much to be able to keep going, and found immense satisfaction in Rin’s delight that his legs tensed and vibrated, and a violent burning settled in his groin, like a giant bonfire, before exploding, to which the younger man gasped pleased, his voice harmonizing with the pants and snorts of the brown-haired man who, instead of immobilizing him as he wanted to do until just a second ago, squeezed each of his legs, leaving some bruises, and forced him to continue, while placing his forehead on one of the thin shoulders.
After an extended period of time in which they both calmed down slowly, between irregular movements and breaths, and uncontrollable spasms, Okumura stopped, hooked his right hand to Suguro’s hair while the nails of his left dug deeper into the large muscles of the shoulder, and inhaled with his whole mouth open to finally fill his sore lungs. Although it took another minute for the nephilim to think correctly, slowly chasing away the euphoric words and letting the pleasure go, and when this was so, he carefully moved away until he faced the Aria who was breathing as vehemently as he did.
“God,” Rin said in a broken voice, tears covering his eyes that then ran down his face, whether he blinked or not, and hundreds of tremors running through him furiously.
“You okay?” asked the brown-haired man before clearing his throat (his voice sounding an octave deeper) and his right hand trying to dry the water from one cheek.
With some difficulty to speak, the nephilim blinked several times, splashing tiny drops, lowered his gaze and babbled something without much sense.
“Rin.”
“I’m fine,” the younger man tried to calm him down, distinguishing the semen and something transparent staining them, then, he met his blurred gaze with that of the other man, and hiccupped aggressively. “God. It felt so good.”
Okumura inspected the mess again, ignoring the purr that faded as if it had all the time in the world, and rubbed the right palm on his eyelid and cheekbone, cleaning a little of his tears.
“I thought the squirt was a lie,” Rin admitted, sniffling the mucus that gathered in his nose and not noticing the doubt on his boyfriend’s face. “And if it was true, I thought only women did it.”
“What?”
“Squirt?” In response to the black-haired man, who looked back at him, Ryūji shook his head. “This thing that looks like pee.”
Brown eyes descended to their bellies.
“I’m not sure it is,” Okumura went on, again sniffling and hiccupping, and vibrating, “but it probably is. I don’t know. I’ve only seen it in one video or two, only girls, so I didn’t think that...”
The nephilim paused and took a deep breath, shuddering.
“Porn. It’s acted,” Rin swallowed and raised his eyebrows as if in amazement. “But it really felt good.”
Suguro noticed that, however, he did not comment on it, but instead said:
“You’re too old to pee on yourself.”
“Shut up,” the blue-eyed man laughed, punching the taller one on the chest with both fists, then rubbed his eyelids and looked directly at the black pupils. “Squirt. It’s a squirt. Surely it is more than just pee.”
“Whatever it is, we should take a bath.”
“Can you wait?”
And seeing that Okumura was still as trembling as jelly in the midst of an earthquake and that his breath was agitated, Suguro gave in with a grunt.
“Excellent,” sighed the nephilim, then took a part of the blankets and used them to clean a little; they were already dirty. “How many times did you come?”
Ryūji didn’t seem to understand the question at first, not until he noticed the other young man’s free hand pressing on his lower belly, as if feeling his way.
“I don’t know,” muttered the brown-haired man, embarrassed. “Maybe two.”
“I’m sure it was twice,” Rin said, nodding and grimacing intriguedly. “As far as I know, you need breaks. Good for you, you’re an exception.”
“Stop poking.”
And when he met blue eyes, Suguro blushed.
“Why?”
“Why are you poking?”
“I think I still feel it,” the black-haired man admitted, wrinkling his eyebrows and showing meditation. “Obviously, your cum must still be there, but.…”
“Stop poking.”
“It’s just weird,” Okumura replied.
“Well, you’re making it even weirder,” the Dragoon growled. “You feel something because I’m still inside.”
“But it’s not the same,” the younger explained, to which Suguro wanted to shout in exasperation, since he didn’t need to hear anything detailed about the subject. “Your dick is hard, cum is not. It doesn’t feel...”
“I don’t want to know how it feels!”
“Me neither, but here we are! I try to process everything, okay? Look at the wall or something and stop fucking me.”
Instead, Ryūji grabbed the slender wrists and held them still, earning an annoyed look.
“Stop poking and rest. You can't stop shaking.”
In that he was right, conceded the nephilim, but he did not move even when the other young man moved the grip to his waist and tried to pull him away.
“I don’t want to move,” Rin said, his hands now holding Ryūji’s wrists. “I will rest, but I won't move.”
And despite snorting, the tallest said nothing in clear acceptance. Then, the black-haired man, still with an irritated grimace, hugged the other’s neck and rested his head on one of the shoulders to let his body relax in a sigh; Suguro hugged him back, still annoyed and embarrassed, but also slightly worried about the tremors that did not stop and with which he did not know how to deal, so he simply held the son of Satan in his arms and ran a clumsy hand over his back, only stopping when he noticed that the latter made the situation worse.
“Now it’s forbidden to have sex,” Okumura said, slurring his words in exhaustion and brushing his nose against the larger neck. “Ten out of ten, but I’m tired.”
“We still have time. After bathing and tidying up a bit, you could sleep.”
“That sounds good. I ask for the side that didn’t get wet.”
“You don’t have the right to ask for anything. Not when you peed on me.”
“Sh,” exaggerated the twin, eyes closed and mouth pursed, while pinching the lips of the taller man. “If it had bothered you so much, you wouldn’t have cummed.”
They remained cuddling in silence for a few more minutes, long enough for the thinner body to stop shaking completely and for the noise reverberating from his chest to cease, although the latter didn't make Ryūji happy who absentmindedly ran his fingers through the black hair, the rosy nape and the side of the neck, still wishing to feel the vibrations.
“I’d rather hear you purr than hear you talk,” Suguro said out of nowhere.
“Any noise you make is annoying to me,” Rin said before letting out a sigh. “I guess we have to take a bath. You're going limp.”
“I really want you to stop talking about my dick and all that.”
“It’s the truth,” laughed the younger man, straightening up and rising carefully in front of the brown eyes.
“Can you bathe by yourself?”
“Yeah,” Okumura brushed him off with a wave of his hand and as he approached the edge of the bed on his knees. “I won’t take long. Hold on for another two minutes.”
Suguro saw the nephilim get down from the bed to go into the bathroom, then he inspected his body and was grateful that the grime had been removed with the blankets that were still wet and that he later tried to dry and adjust while time passed and he was allowed to use the shower; he knew that it was a hotel and that the employees must be used to dealing with any kind of disaster, but that did not mean that the state of the room was embarrassing or that Ryūji wanted to make it look better.
Once he came out of the bathroom completely clean, the Aria saw the son of Satan lying on the bed, naked and hugging a pillow. He was so, so still, that Suguro knew immediately that he was asleep, so he moved cautiously and placed the free end of the blankets over him so that he would not be cold, proceeded to dry himself and dress in the clean clothes he had brought with him and, finally, leaned back against the headboard and in his hands the cell phone he used to entertain himself until his stay was over, for he did not expect Rin to wake up until he announced that it was time to leave.