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“Rin, come on.”
“No.”
“We already paid! At least try to enjoy it!”
“You paid. You can enjoy it.”
“Riiin.”
Rin was not moved by Isagi’s pleas and puppy dog eyes, turning away from the fully grown man who thought he could get him wrapped around his finger.
‘Not today.’ That’s what Rin thought as he sat on the bench, ice skates on his feet, refusing to get up. He knew that Isagi was not amused with his attitude but it was his fault that they were even discussing this. Just because they were out and they saw an ice rink just outside Skytree didn’t mean that they should go. Isagi seemed excited so Rin was going to let him go off and get it out of his system until he brought some skates for him to wear as well.
“It’ll be fun!” Isagi said as he leaned against the half wall in front of him. “Wait…if you’re resisting so much, does that mean you can’t skate?”
Rin scowled, turning to face him. “Of course I can!”
“Hmm.” Isagi narrowed his eyes and Rin looked away again, knowing that he would be able to look through him and realize that impulsive lie.
Soccer was the only way of life ever since he was a child. There was no time for other things like ice skating since he spent all his energy playing with his brother then training to be the best. He didn’t have the energy to learn another sport that wasn’t beneficial to him. And clearly Isagi had all the time in the world if he was able to skate.
“Then join me on the ice.” Isagi reached over the wall and grabbed his hand, giving him a smile. Rin glared but Isagi tugged him forward, somehow keeping his balance as he led Rin to the open entryway.
There were no good things that came out of lies as Rin realized, stepping onto the ice, immediately losing balance from how slippery it was. He grabbed onto the wall quickly, holding onto his dear life to not lose any dignity but it was far too late when he heard people snickering at him. He turned and glowered at the kids that were laughing. They immediately became quiet and skated away, fear prevalent on their faces.
He looked back at Isagi who was smiling, lips in a tight line, keeping his laughter in.
“Don’t you fucking say anything or I’ll kill you.” Rin threatened though it was useless while he fumbled on the ice.
“Hey, hey,” Isagi said calmly and firmly though his eyes shone in amusement. “You shouldn’t swear when there are kids around.”
“Well, if they keep laughing, they deserve to be sworn at.”
“Rin,” Isagi sighed. He skated in front of him and held a hand out. “Come on. Let me help you out.”
Rin stared at the hand, tempted to hold it so he could at least peel himself off of the wall. However, he didn’t want Isagi’s help. He could manage just fine. He managed to get to the U-22 team on his own perfectly fine and he taught himself how to incorporate different methods of training to guarantee his spot as a regular. He didn’t need help.
“Fuck off.” Rin snapped.
Isagi reeled back, hands up. He shrugged him off.
“Fine,” Isagi said as he turned around, back facing Rin. “Let me know if you need help.”
And Isagi skated off, leaving Rin alone.
Did he actually just…ditch Rin? When Rin was struggling standing up? When they came here together? Isagi left Rin alone?
What the fuck?!
But like hell he was going to call out to him for help. Even as his legs shook and his arms were getting tired from holding onto the wall, there was no way he would subject himself to call out for him. Even in this situation, Rin had to hold onto what little pride he had left.
Slowly, he took steps around the rink while clinging onto the wall. People passed him, kids snickered, but Rin didn’t look at them, completely focused on reaching his goal. He didn't know where Isagi had fucked off to but hoped he was having fun, leaving Rin alone.
At some point, he had made it around a full lap. Rin wasn’t proud or pleased. No, that definitely wasn’t the feeling he had when he made it. Skating was just a dumb activity compared to soccer and apparently wasn’t even hard if Rin was able to make it around the rink on his first try.
He did not feel accomplished.
“You did it!” Rin nearly slipped when he heard Isagi’s excited voice pipe up from behind him. Automatically, he glared, the sense of betrayal returning to him. “I’m so proud of you.”
He ignored the warm feeling in his chest and how the indignation he felt early just instantly melted away. He looked away from Isagi’s smiling face, ignoring the throb in his chest.
Isagi, however, skated in front of Rin and held his hands out once more. Rin looked at them skeptically, unsure if Isagi would be strong enough to hold him up if he fell. Rin was taller and sturdier than him but at that moment, he could fall any time. And if he fell, he didn’t know how to get up.
Nevertheless, Isagi tried to reassure him with a calm smile and Rin felt himself reaching out.
Isagi gripped his forearm as he stumbled forward, barely keeping him up. Rin hardly moved, completely frozen, so Isagi pulled him forward.
“Bend your knees a bit,” Isagi said as he skillfully skated backwards, not even looking to see if he was about to crash into anyone. “Yeah, just like that. Oi, Rin, don’t grip my arm that much. It’s starting to hurt.”
“You’re just a wimp.”
“Ahaha, sure.”
Isagi grinned even though Rin was far from amused. He didn’t say anything more because his life was literally in Isagi’s hands right now. If Isagi let go and left him, the humiliation would be immeasurable. Also, the fucking betrayal would hurt him more than his ass hitting the ice.
He had to deal with it.
Isagi led him faster, encouraging Rin to give slight pushes with his legs. When Rin tried, he didn’t fall luckily as he was still relying on Isagi to keep him balanced. With each push, it became easier to find his centre of gravity. Slowly, Isagi’s drifted further away until their hands were the only things touching.
“You got it!” Isagi’s voice was excited as if Rin was doing some great thing. This was absolutely nothing. “Come on, we’re almost there.”
Rin’s legs were shaky and his steps were uncertain. He wasn’t gliding like Isagi was but he was getting through it. He finally made it to the gap where the entrance was.
“You did it!” Isagi smiled brightly, looking so pleased. “I knew you could!”
Rin flushed but he swore it was because he exerted his energy from skating. Isagi’s smile and affectionate voice had nothing to do with it.
Isagi lifted both hands up, gesturing for Rin to give him a high five. However, the change of weight was enough for Rin to lose balance. Immediately, Isagi tried to catch him but it was too late; he was falling, and he fell towards Isagi—
His fist making contact with his face.
Rin rarely ever shows emotion to anyone that wasn’t considered close to him. At most, he would show anger or indifference but over the years, Isagi had learned how subtle he could be. He wasn’t just those two modes; there were times where the muscles in his face twitched or his touch was just a bit soft or his voice strained just a little.
Right now, Rin was panicking.
His lips were turned in a grimace and his eyes were darting all over to look at Isagi’s face. His shoulders were drooped and the hand that was applying the ice pack on his black eye was tense. Isagi had never seen him like this before.
It was cute.
“Ow,” Isagi flinched as Rin pressed the ice pack a little harder on his eye. Rin paused, eyes showing hurt and concern so Isagi gave him a smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried.” Rin grumbled though he clearly was. He held the ice pack lightly against him, not putting any more pressure. “You get injured all the time.”
It wasn’t a lie. After all, when one was an athlete, especially in a sport like soccer, it was easy to get bruises and broken legs and ankles. Isagi wasn’t a stranger to this but he didn’t get hurt all the time.
He didn’t say anything though. He liked that Rin was taking care of him and would relish this for as long as he could.
“Yes, yes.” Isagi replied as he leaned into the ice pack, his nose brushing against the side of Rin’s palm. “I’m so hurt right now that I’m hungry. Let’s get dinner.”
“That makes no fucking sense.” Rin muttered but dragged Isagi up from his seat. They walked over to return the skates and ice pack (though Rin insisted on keeping it) and headed out.
Isagi expected them to hit some burger place or family restaurant. Maybe they could get some takeout and head home to relax, but judging by the fact he was being dragged into Skytree, Rin had different plans.
“Oi, Rin,” Isagi called out to him as they waited for the elevator. He narrowed his eyes but Rin was ignoring him. “Where are we going?”
“Dinner.”
“I thought we were going to get take out or something.”
“This place is closer.”
“There are plenty of restaurants not actually in Skytree.” Isagi argued as the elevator opened. People came out and they entered with a group. They were silent the ride up until the rest of the group got off before them. “Let’s head back and get a burger.”
“No.”
“Rin, this place is expensive.” Isagi said as the elevator door opened. Rin dragged him out but Isagi still resisted. “We can go somewhere else.”
“This place is fine. Not like you’re paying anyways.”
“What are you talking—”
Isagi paused. Usually when they ate, they would just pay for their own portions. The only time they would pay for each other would be their birthdays or some celebration but that wasn’t the case.
“I’m sorry for the wait,” A hostess spoke with a small bow. She gestured with her hand. “Please follow me to your table.”
Rin stepped forward and Isagi had no choice but to follow. He tried to read Rin’s expression, to figure out his motives and his reasons for doing this. Rin didn’t care about spending money unless it was to improve his condition. He would spend money on sports equipment, new workout clothes and shoes but he lived very frugally. Isagi is the one more willing to spend money on nicer furniture and new pots and pans, otherwise Rin would be living minimally with a futon and nothing else.
No, realistically, he would want a bed to make sure he didn’t get back pain.
But because of that, Isagi couldn’t understand why Rin was willing to spend so much money on a mere meal, especially when they were comfortable eating at home or getting takeout.
Unless…
“Are you feeling guilty?”
Rin snapped his head over to him with a frown but Isagi could easily see he was right.
He tried not to laugh, merely smiling and not saying. Rin’s eyes were daring him to but he knew he would never get Rin to admit it aloud. He felt bad about giving him a black eye and was trying to make it up to him in some way, no matter how awkward his delivery was. Isagi let Rin do his thing, as long as he was satisfied.
They ordered their course with Isagi flinching at the cost, even the cheapest one. Rin didn’t, as if it was a normal occurrence to him (Isagi lived with the guy and it clearly was not) . They ordered their food and got their drinks; Isagi had some wine, needing it to clear his head and forget how much it cost. He enjoyed it a little too much though, feeling a little drowsy before the food even arrived.
“Oi, don’t drink so much.” Rin scolded as he reached out to his face, gently moving his bangs away from his eyes, finger brushing against his cheek. “I’m not carrying your ass home when you’re dead drunk, you stupid lightweight.”
“I’m not drunk.” Isagi pouted and looked away from him, finally noticing the beautiful view they had through the window.
Tokyo was a massive city so sometimes it was difficult to find the beauty in it. At night though, there were thousands of lights of different colours, contrasting with buildings in the horizon as it transformed into the night sky. The stars above were not as colourful but they were plentiful, the moon shining down, making the sky glow.
Looking down, he could see the ice rink they were just on. Little spots of darkness were scattered on the white ice, indicating people still skating. Isagi nearly laughed at the memory of Rin awkwardly making his way around and how ridiculously cute he was.
He never thought he would see that. Ever since they met, Rin had always had a cool exterior; unflappable and prideful. Although slowly, he started to open up to Isagi, his walls never broke down.
Until their first win in the World Cup.
“What are you grinning at?” Rin asked with his eyebrows furrowed. Isagi placed a hand on his lips and he was, indeed, smiling widely.
“I was just thinking about our first World Cup.” Isagi answered. Based on the light in Rin’s eyes, he understood what he meant. “I was so embarrassed but it’s still a funny memory.”
“Yeah, who the hell kisses their teammate in front of international television because they scored a goal?” Rin said with a sigh although it was anything but exasperated.
“You didn’t have to say it aloud!”
“You’re the one thinking about it.”
Isagi blushed. Saying aloud where anyone could hear would make things worse, especially since they were public figures. Isagi remembered cheering when Rin made the first goal of their first World Cup game. He had been so excited that he ended up tackling Rin and kissing him in front of everyone. There was definitely some shock, not just from the audience, media, and their team, but from Rin and Isagi as well. Isagi had always felt that he and Rin had good chemistry, but it was only on the field!
Until that day.
Isagi thought Rin would avoid him and he had completely ruined their connection. Any plays after wouldn’t work and they would be knocked out of the tournament but surprisingly, Rin reciprocated. It was in secret at first, not wanting another incident for the media to exploit but they did it more frequently and as they saw each other every day during the World Cup, they couldn’t help but get closer.
“Why are you thinking about it?” Rin asked before taking a sip of his wine. He held onto the glass, looking sophisticated and grown-up like that. Well, Rin was an adult after all but it was baffling to Isagi that they still associated with each other for this long. It was amazing how Isagi managed to see so many sides of Rin he never thought he would.
“Just…” Isagi was enamoured, staring at how beautiful Rin was with the dim lights; the sharp jaw, and his pink lips. He felt so lucky. “I’m glad it happened.”
“I see.”
Rin’s answer was short, not unlike him, but Isagi could see, even with the dim lights, a faint blush on his cheeks as he took another sip of his drink.
Under the table, their legs intermingled, resting against the other, feeling the warmth. Isagi quietly reached out for Rin’s hand on the table, their fingertips touching, trying to be somewhat discreet. Even the slightest touch was enough to make his body feel warm.
Their food arrived and they ate it quietly, enjoying the moment of peace. The appetizers were perhaps some of the best Isagi had ever eaten but when it came to the main dishes, they were absolutely scrumptious. He couldn’t control himself, eating the small portion so quickly that he was left wanting more.
Then he saw that Rin hadn’t finished his yet.
“Don’t you like it?” Isagi asked as he leaned forward on the table. He gave a sly grin. “If you don’t like it, give it to me—”
“Don’t be greedy.” Rin snapped as he shoved the fork with a piece of lobster in his mouth.
Isagi whined, a pout appearing on his face as he watched Rin stuff himself. His eyes stared as Rin chewed, his cheeks slightly puffed out from doing so. They wandered to look at his lips, a little bit of sauce on them, ready for Isagi to lick—
They were in public so they couldn't.
If only Rin listened to him and they could’ve had take out and go home.
Isagi sighed, leaning on one hand and staring at his empty plate. He was growing impatient, suddenly in the mood. The dinner was an expensive one and came with multiple courses so it would be a while until they returned.
“Oi, are you really that upset?” Rin suddenly asked with a frown. He sighed and held his fork out, a piece of his lobster stuck to it.
Isagi blinked, staring at the offering in confusion. He then realized that Rin was actually sharing his food with him. Of course, it was because he noticed Isagi’s mood but he couldn’t complain.
“Thank you for the food!” Isagi chirped as he chomped down on the fork with satisfaction.
After they finished up the next part of the course, dessert arrived. It was a delicious strawberry and chocolate tart that sent Isagi to heaven with every bite. He looked over at Rin, knowing that he was giving him pleading eyes for an extra bite.
“You…” Rin began but gave up easily, knowing that Isagi had a bigger sweet tooth than him. He lifted up his fork again but this time, Isagi took his hand and brought it closer to him.
He didn’t let go, chomping on the tart, sucking it off the fork, eyes meeting Rin’s. Purposely, he moved his lips in a slow motion, feeling Rin’s muscles tense when he did so. He let his tongue peek out of his mouth, licking around the fork. He saw Rin’s cheek twitched, his teeth clenched as he became more irritable. Isagi massaged his hand with his thumbs but could see it wasn’t working.
He had gotten Rin too riled up.
The trip home was silent and tense, riding on a nearly empty train with their arms pressed together and their fingers clinging onto each other. However, once they reached their apartment, all inhibitions were released as Isagi was carried into their bedroom then promptly dropped on the bed.
Rin immediately threw his shirt off, looking down at Isagi with a predatory gaze. The entire dinner, he could feel Isagi’s knee push against his legs, his fingers tickling his skin, and that incessant tongue teasing him, sticking out and licking his lips like he was about to devour him.
But what he didn’t realize was Rin was going to do so first.
Isagi didn’t look surprised when Rin bent down to kiss him. Their mouths were hot as their tongues mingled, Rin sinking in so their bodies were pressed together. He grabbed the hem of Isagi’s shirt, practically ripping it off and throwing it away somewhere in the room. Immediately, Rin placed his hands on his torso, feeling the lines of his abs and ribs, rubbing up and down to Isagi’s chest.
Isagi gasped against his mouth but Rin wouldn’t let him breathe, pressing his lips against his once more. It doesn’t take long for Isagi to accept, arms going around Rin’s neck and pulling him forward to keep kissing.
Isagi’s nipples were especially sensitive and Rin took advantage of that all the time. He had them between his thumb and finger, pinching and pulling them, twisting until he felt Isagi shiver under him. Despite Isagi’s desire to keep kissing him, their lips kept getting separated by how much he was panting.
Rin stopped kissing his mouth to stare at him, seeing how red his face was, eyes closed as he enjoyed the pleasure. It took all of his willpower not to just take Isagi at that moment.
But not yet.
He slipped off Isagi’s pants, his underwear already stained from precum. He placed his face against it, the scent permeating through Rin’s nose as he used his mouth to massage his hard dick through the fabric. Isagi shivered under him, making small yelps as Rin nipped him.
“More.” Isagi groaned as he hooked his ankles on Rin’s back, squeezing his head with his thighs. Rin pulled down the waistband of his underwear, his dick popping out. He could feel the goosebumps form on Isagi’s skin when he did that. “More.”
But Rin didn’t relent.
He purposely went slow, his tongue dragging against his hard dick to the head, the tip lining against it. He watched Isagi’s chest rise and fall, his hips bucking up as if to shove it in his mouth but he didn’t let him. Rin placed his lips on his dick, kissing it gently and making Isagi groan louder.
“Rin, hurry up!”
“Why should I?”
Isagi shot him an impatient look. He moved his hips so his cock rubbed against his mouth, almost demanding him to lick again. Rin didn’t do it and a look of frustration crossed Isagi’s face.
“Please.” Isagi said, purposely hitting Rin’s face with his dick. It was a childish display that Rin was used to. “Rin—”
He gasped when Rin put the cock in his mouth, engulfing Isagi easily.
Rin could feel something gushing out already, Isagi being ridiculously sensitive. He sucked on it, Isagi’s whimpers egging him on. Rin placed his hands on his thighs, pinning him down and forcing him not to move so he could go at a slow, laborious pace.
“Rin, faster.” Isagi called out but he ignored him. He whimpered. “Go faster.”
He didn’t.
“Riiin.” Isagi whined again but this time, he couldn’t entice him with a shake of his hips. He heard his heavy breathing and gargled noises, desperately trying to figure out what to do.
The corner of Rin’s lips twitched.
“I need you now.” He cried out. “I need to feel you. Please, let me feel you. All of you.”
Rin got up and flipped Isagi on his stomach, making him yell. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table, smearing it on his fingers before inserting a finger in slowly.
Isagi groaned. He got on all fours and forcefully pushed Rin’s finger in, patience completely gone. He glared at Rin from over his shoulder.
“I said faster.”
“Tch.” Rin clicked his tongue, grabbing a condom from the bedside table. “Fucking annoying.”
“You’ll be fucking annoying in a moment.”
Rin wanted to prepare Isagi a little more, slowly insert his fingers until he was loose and watch him writhe under his touch. With how Isagi’s body was, it would stimulate him too much and he would start sobbing, so induced with lust. Rin always liked looking down to see his flushed face, eyes hungry for Rin.
But there were times like these when Isagi being a little bratty would bring out the worst in him.
Rin inserted his own throbbing dick into Isagi. He arched his back at the sudden movement but Rin wouldn’t let him have the relief, pushing down his head to the bed. He felt resistance but physically, Rin was stronger. Isagi cried out when Rin moved his hips, taking advantage of the unfinished preparation and slammed all the way in then back out.
It was a bit tight as a result and it was tighter as Isagi clenched onto him. That didn’t stop him, his hips working in shorter bursts, the movement inside Isagi getting to him.
“A-Ah. More, faster, I need you.” Isagi’s voice was muffled with his face planted into the bed. Rin couldn’t hear his voice clearly enough. “Rin.”
He released Isagi’s head and grabbed his arms instead, pulling him back towards him. Rin slammed his hips into him with Isagi trying to cry out but it came out empty, weak, speechless.
“You like it like that, don’t you?” Rin growled in Isagi’s ear as he slammed in again. Isagi’s voice came out but just barely. “Do you like clenching my cock that much? Fucking egoist, you think I’ll give you what you want?”
He slowed his pace and a hand went to Isagi’s chest, rubbing his nipples. With how slowly he was moving, he could feel him shake, back arching so he could press himself against Rin more. Rin kept him in place, using his arms to hold him up so he couldn’t put all of him inside.
Rin bit his neck, making him jolt. He continued to bite on various parts of Isagi’s shoulders and back as his other hand traveled down to his cock, feeling how hard it was, noticing that it was already wet.
“You came again?” Rin asked, unsurprised. “You’re still hard though.”
“M-More—”
“More?”
“C-Cock.” Isagi’s voice sounded garbled, becoming less coherent with every second ticking. “Inside. Me. Faster. Rougher.”
“Tch.” Rin dropped him on the bed again, Isagi unable to get on his hands when Rin slammed into him again. Isagi howled at the sudden movement before panting like a dog. He was unable to speak, only making groaning noises for the rest of the night.
By the time they finished their third round, it seemed like Isagi passed out on the bed. Rin reached over to his hair, brushing away his bangs and wiping away some of the sweat that was there. He got up to take a shower when he felt something on his wrist. He looked over and saw that Isagi had not fallen asleep.
“Not yet.” Isagi slowly sat up, the blanket Rin had put on him slipping down to reveal all the bite marks on his torso. He rubbed his cheek against Rin’s hand. “It’s my turn.”
“Your…?” Rin furrowed his eyebrows before realizing what Isagi was insinuating. He frowned. “No.”
“What?! Why not?” Isagi asked as he gave him puppy dog eyes. Rin flinched, trying to resist. “It won’t hurt!”
“Really? You remember what happened last time?”
“I…well, I swear, it won’t hurt this time!” Isagi said as he grabbed Rin’s other hand, holding them tightly with determination in his eyes. “I promise.”
Rin sighed. Promises were such childish things but Isagi kept making them to try to make him relent.
And he always did.
The more Rin looked down at his pleading eyes, the weaker his willpower became.
“Fine.” Rin sat back down on the bed, propping a pillow under his back where his tailbone was and waited. Isagi loomed over him with wide eyes and excitement, as he just wasn’t sleeping a mere moment ago.
“I’ll ease you into it.” Isagi said, running his hands on Rin’s torso. Isagi knew that his nipples did nothing for him so he quickly abandoned it to run his hands on his thighs, massaging the muscles, teasing him as they went on his crotch, surrounding his dick. They weren’t touching his penis but just around.
His thighs were surprisingly his weak spot and, much to Rin’s chagrin, Isagi’s favourite place to touch. He was always too eager to touch him there and bury his face into them and when he got too much, Rin tried to suffocate him with them.
The bastard didn’t mind a single bit.
Isagi never learned and showed that by rubbing his face against Rin’s thighs again, planting soft kisses at first, tickling his skin, before his mouth began to suck. Just like how Rin left bite marks on his body, Isagi was placing his claim on his thighs.
He squirmed, feeling Isagi getting closer and closer to his cock. He felt him sucking on one of his balls, licking it slowly. He was starting to enjoy it until he felt Isagi press a finger against his asshole.
Rin tensed and Isagi noticed. Nothing was even inserted yet, just a fingertip against it and Rin was already feeling nervous. He had to remind himself that he had it done to him once already but that last time hurt like hell so he never experienced it again.
“It’s okay,” Isagi said as he kissed Rin’s thigh, hands caressing him softly. “You can do it. I know you can.”
He was using the same voice as earlier that day when Rin was trying to skate. One of reassurance, belief that Rin could actually accomplish the goal. It both irritated him and comforted him.
Rin exhaled, trying to calm himself. Isagi reached over for the lube and put a generous amount on his fingers.
He flinched when one finger went in. It stopped though when Isagi noticed his discomfort. Isagi waited for him patiently, not moving.
Rin swallowed and huffed, relaxing his muscles again. Isagi continued with just the one finger, letting him get used to it.
It felt strange to have something inside him like this. Isagi didn’t do much, just rotated around, slowly going in and out. Rin wasn’t sure what was supposed to feel good about this. He knew Isagi was sensitive but was he that sensitive that just the slightest trigger inside was enough to make him beg? He couldn’t believe that Isagi was that weak—
Rin yelled, covering his mouth instantaneously, not believing he made such a noise. Even Isagi seemed shocked.
“What did you do?” Rin asked, trying to stay calm. He wasn’t sure it was working but Isagi didn’t notice.
“I, uh,” Isagi lifted up his other hand and bent one of his fingers, “did this. Did it feel bad?”
“It—” Rin paused. He wanted to deny the next words that came out of his mouth but if they were going to continue, he might as well be truthful. “...was fine.”
“Really?” Isagi asked tentatively.
“Don’t make me say it again, you bastard!”
“Alright, alright.” Isagi laughed as Rin pushed his face away. The confidence in his eyes returned, making Rin falter. “Let’s try another?”
Rin tried not to tense up but it was hard. Isagi slowly inserted another finger and moved around, letting him get used to it. He twisted them, tried to make small circular motions with Rin indicating if it was fine or not, and pulled them out and pushed them back in. He felt Isagi bend his fingers and bit his lip, trying to hold back a groan.
“How is it?” Isagi asked cautiously. Even though Rin could hide his sounds, the grasp his ass had on Isagi was a different question.
“...fine.” Rin muttered. He flinched when Isagi bent his fingers inside him again, a small groan threatening to come out.
“Can I put in the third finger?” Isagi asked. Rin looked up at him and saw his eyes were glazed as he looked at him. He was looking at him so gently, it was just so hard to tell him no.
“Yes.”
A third finger was put in, making Rin hiss, his back arching. There was the burning sensation of being stretched but it wasn’t as bad as last time. Isagi did the same twisting inside but quicker, his fingers bending and hitting his prostate sooner than Rin anticipated.
“You’re doing so well.” He could barely hear Isagi’s quiet voice from how groggy his mind became. He kept hitting his prostate over and over, both feeling pain and pleasure at the same time. “Rin, can I put it in?”
Rin inhaled. Three fingers was different from an entire dick and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. But when he looked at Isagi’s face, how excited and eager he was but also incredibly nervous, it made him hate him.
“Yes.”
Isagi grabbed a condom as quickly as possible, surprising Rin who barely had time to blink. He looked down and saw how erect Isagi was, suddenly looking bigger than usual. Rin tried to stay brave, ignoring the nerves inside his stomach.
“It’ll be fine.” Isagi said as he lifted a leg over his shoulder, kissing his calf. “You’ll be fine.”
Isagi leaned down to kiss Rin. It was soft, enough for him to melt into it before the tip of Isagi’s cock went inside him.
He gasped, breaking their kiss. Isagi left butterfly kisses on his jaw and neck, nipping him once in a while as if trying to divert his attention. Rin pulled his head closer to him; Isagi went to his neck and collarbone, his hands rubbing and massaging Rin’s ass in reassurance.
He sank in deeper but stopped when Rin groaned. He was getting used to it with Isagi’s soft touches getting him through the pain. He just couldn’t imagine liking this as much as Isagi did. Didn’t Isagi feel pain when he slammed into him? Rin wasn’t as gentle as he was being so he couldn’t fathom what kind of pain he experienced.
It was the third push that Rin felt it.
Isagi hit somewhere just right that made Rin’s voice come out in a degenerate moan. Isagi paused. Rin couldn’t look at him, covering his eyes with his arms to hide his face.
“Did you like that?” Isagi’s voice was close to his ear, sounding smug like the bastard he is. “Did that feel good?”
“Fuck no.”
He regretted those words instantly when Isagi hit that same spot again. And again. And again.
Each time, Isagi made sure Rin was ready. At some point, Rin didn’t feel the pain anymore, only feeling pleasure if Isagi inside him, his hands and lips roaming his body, overflowing his senses.
He could see Isagi’s expression, so desperate for him; he could smell his sweat and musk, the sex in the room; he could feel the gentleness and care as Isagi whispered in his ear.
“Rin.”
He had never heard his name spoken so tenderly.
He had been snoring before something woke him up. He knew he was from how exhausted he was both physically and emotionally. However, he could still feel something caressing his face, tracing over where his black eye was.
Rin.
Slowly, he opened his eyes to see his lover doing that. He too looked like he had just woken up, eyes not fully open, and staring at him in a daze.
Isagi reached out for his hand and kissed the palm, placing it on his cheek. He then inched closer, feeling Rin curl an arm under him as he placed his own around his waist.
Both breathed at an even pace, the night peaceful and finally fell asleep.