Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/3413027.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Matsuoka_Rin/Nitori_Aiichirou
  Character:
      Matsuoka_Rin, Nitori_Aiichirou, Mikoshiba_Momotarou, Yamazaki_Sousuke
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Biting, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Jealous!Rin, sousuke_being_an
      excellent_dick
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-22 Words: 5564
****** Biting Down ******
by knightswatch
Summary
     When Rin pulled quickly back, Nitori pressed his hand to his mouth,
     faking a hurt expression. “S-senpai bit me!”
     His hips didn't stop however, and it was only a moment before Rin
     noticed the corners of his lips turned up behind the hand. He leaned
     in close, dropping the hand slowly and purring softly into the
     captains ear.
     “Do it again,”
Notes
     I don't have much to say about this other than the obligatory sorry
     not sorry. I'm fairly sure this is the first smut I've written for
     two dudes, but the mechanics seem sound. Title comes from the Lorde
     song that inspired this into being.
Something had grated on Matsuoka Rin's nerves the entire day. Something that
floated just beyond the realm of his understanding and pushed him into a foul
mood. He wasn't sure why but he just felt wrong. It was when he got to practice
that evening that something in his mind snapped back into place.
Why was Sousuke looking at Ai- Nitori like that? The captain's eyes narrowed,
going from a neutral red to molten hot in moments. It was Sousuke who was
always making jokes about how he favored Nitori too much, and wondering if the
rest of the team saw the same thing Rin had tried to wean himself off of using
the affectionate nickname that made Nitori's face light up every single time he
heard it.
Rin felt a little addicted to the way the boy smiled at him; it was different
than the smile he gave anyone else. But from where he was standing, facing the
pool but not really taking any time to actually oversee it, he could see that
Nitori was giving Souske that same smile and something in his heart twisted in
a way that he definitely didn't like.
He ripped his eyes off the two speaking, in enough time to catch Momo as he
completed a lap. Rin motioned him out of the pool, tossing a towel at the
dripping boy and stealing another glance at Nitori who was now timing Sousuke's
butterfly. His lip curled in annoyance, finding that twisting feeling in his
chest once again.
“Captain! What's up?” Momo's voice was as bright and loud as ever. Rin skewered
him with a glare, and looming closer to the wilting Momotaru, he found himself
strugging for the question he had wanted to ask.
“Has Nitori been staying out late? He seems tired today.” It wasn't really a
lie, though pumping one of his swimmers for information made Rin's shoulders
give an uncomfortable roll. To his surprise Momo nodded his head with a bright
laugh, though he adopted the same conspiratorial tone than Rin had used.
“Yamazaki-senpai has been coaching him after practice,” His words were
punctuated by the splash of Nitori jumping into the pool, and Momo shrugged his
shoulders with a smile. “Though last night I think they went to go get food or
something afterwards, because it was almost ten by the time Nitori-senpai came
home, and they didn't even offer to get me anything!”
By the time he had finished speaking, Momo's voice had rose to a despairing
wail. Rin nodded before waving him back into the pool, trying and failing not
to look over and appraise Nitori's swimming. It was normal to watch him swim,
Rin was the captain after all.
His form had improved, but it couldn't be that way after just one coaching
session. Rin had known for awhile that Nitori was coming back after practice to
continue his laps, though he hadn't seemed so worn before, he had even found
plenty of time to still spend time with Rin as his boyfriend rather than just
the captain. Sousuke wasn't supposed to know that he and Nitori were dating,
though Rin was sure that he did.
Nitori had requested early on that Rin try to keep it a secret since he was the
captain. It had been easy to understand; Nitori didn't want anyone looking at
him and thinking that he only got treated well because he shared a bed with
Rin, instead of earning it himself. He was always softer on Nitori than he was
on other people, though he hadn't heard anything more than a few jokes about
it.
Nitori stopped at the end of the lane when he noticed Rin standing there,
lifting his goggles away from his stunning eyes and piercing Rin straight
through with him. Despite the irritation that had been plaguing him, he smiled
in return.
“You're looking good today, keep up the hard work.” He nodded his head and
turned back to looking over the pool as a whole, pretending not to notice the
cute way Nitori's cheeks flushed at the compliment before he pushed off the
wall once again.
When he was back in his customary spot in front of the pool, he wasn't
surprised when a mostly-dried Sousuke came to stand next to him, towel still
draped over the back of his neck. Usually his old friends calm company was
welcome, but this time Rin only fixed him with an annoyed glance and turned
back to the pool.
“You gotta policy on dating teammates, Rin?” Sousuke was quiet when he spoke,
and like Rin he didn't look over, instead watching the pool. His eyes fell on
Nitori for a moment and the small smile on his face crept up without
permission.
“You finally planning on asking Uozumi out or something?” Rin's tone was
acidic, but Sousuke just laughed him off. Sousuke, rather than responding to
Rin's comment nodded at Nitori's lane, one eyebrow quirked on his face.
“He looks good today.” Sousuke smiled and Rin found that he would like nothing
more than to punch him at that moment.
“His swimming has improved a lot this year.” Rin tried to keep his voice
neutral, struggling with the pang in his chest and the measure of pride that he
always felt whenever he discussed Nitori with someone else.
“That's not what I meant,” Sousuke grinned, noticing the way Rin flinched at
hearing that. “I was going to suggest he look into a better fitting suit, but I
think I'll keep it to myself.”
“Shut up.” Rin growled despite his attempt to stop himself, looking over at his
friend now with a dark expression. It was a totally new situation to him,
listening to someone else make that kind of comment about Nitori- his Nitori.
“You've never had an impure thought about those briefs, is what you're saying?”
Sousuke could see that maybe this was one day where maybe Rin didn't want to
hear any of this, but the way his face flushed before it started boiling was
too much for him to pass up. “You're right, maybe a speedo would be better.”
“I will hit you in front of everyone,” Rin tried to force calm into his voice,
his hands balled up into tight fists. “You're saying that's what you think
about?”
“Only when you're out of the room.” Sousuke flicked his eyes up in time to see
Rin's brows knit together in rage. It was time for Rin to just admit it
already, as fun as it was to torment him about it day in and day out. It seemed
like he'd finally given Rin enough to chew on, because he blew the whistle to
end practice, shouting for them to go change.
Sousuke stalked off, leaving Rin glaring venomously at his back. Nitori popped
out of the pool, but reading the expression on his boyfriends face thought
better of it and went into the locker room with the rest of the team.
*
Following the practice, Rin returned to the small office he'd been given with
his promotion to captain. He tucked the time sheets for the day into the
appropriate folder and dug his phone out of the drawer of the desk. He used the
office for little other than meeting up with Nitori in private, and after
sending him a text to come up now he stretched his long legs out, laying both
feet on the desk.
Was he jealous of the time Sousuke seemed to be spending with Nitori? Maybe, he
would've taken time to coach Nitori if he'd asked. He wasn't sure if his chest
would hurt like this if Sousuke hadn't pushed him on it. He'd assumed his
roommate had known for the last few weeks what Rin was doing, but if he did why
would he make those kinds of comments about his Nitori?
By the time Nitori knocked softly on the office door, Rin had worked himself
back into a boil. He opened the door and let himself in, blinking at the sour
expression on his boyfriends face.
“Senpai?” He asked, his voice more timid than he had intended. Rin had swiveled
the chair to face the door upon hearing Nitori's knock, and now that it was
safely shut again he nearly exploded onto his feet, leaning over the boy and
mashing their lips together without any other greeting.
Nitori loosed a surprised moan against his boyfriends lips, eyes going wide for
a second before melting into the forceful kiss. His mouth opened to the probing
of Rin's tongue easily while his arms wrapped around his neck to help hold his
slim body close to Rin's. After several tentative nibbles on Nitori's lips, the
captain finally pulled back from the kiss, breath leaving him in a few ragged
heaves.
Nitori was no better, though there was a bright smile on his face as he panted
to regain his breath. It wasn't clear to him what had spurred Rin into such
aggression, but Nitori rested his hands gently on Rin's shoulders, guiding him
back to the chair in a few short steps and settling himself so he was
straddling the captains lap.
“It's nice to see you too, Rin-senpai,” His voice was playful, but it shuddered
as Rin was already busying himself laying kisses on the short strip of Nitori's
exposed neck. It didn't seem as though he was in the mood for much
conversation, though Nitori was curious what had pushed him into such a state.
Rin didn't usually get so worked up on his own. “Ahh-re you feeling alright?”
He tried to disguise the moan by speaking quickly over it as Rin nipped at the
pulse point on the bottom of his jaw, feeling the thudding of his heartbeat
through Nitori's pale skin. That frustrated feeling hadn't left him yet, and
lifting his hands from where they had come to steady his boyfriends hips, he
unzipped the black track jacket, exposing more of Nitori's throat.
“I'm alright,” He paused, letting his warm breath tickle over Nitori's skin as
he sighed softly. “Has Sousuke been coaching you?”
Nitori's nod caused Rin's lips to resume laying kisses on his neck, his large
hands now wandering a lazy trail up and down Nitori's back. He didn't want to
seem angry with him, but it dripped into his words anyways.
“And he took you to dinner last night?” He asked, more quietly now. Nitori
leaned back a little in surprise, trying to look at Rin's face. The captain
turned away elusively, sharp teeth digging a little into his lower lip.
“Y-yeah. Dinner was already over when we finished so he walked to the store
with me to get something,” Nitori shrugged, sliding his fingers through Rin's
brilliant hair, using it to tilt his face upwards, only to squeak in surprise
as Rin leaned forward and pressed their mouths together once again.
Nitori could begin to feel himself start to strain the crotch of his track
pants a little, though he hoped Rin hadn't yet noticed. It was in vain; as they
continued to kiss Rin's hand came to cup around his quickly hardening cock,
rubbing it slowly over the pants. Nitori wiggled a little as bright sparks of
pleasure danced in front of his closed eyes. He pressed into the kiss until Rin
broke away again, tiny whimpers coming from the back of his throat betraying
him.
“Why didn't you ask me to help you out more?” Rin questioned, his voice
surprisingly earnest. His face was pressed into Nitori's slim shoulder,
interrupting a long chain of kisses to scrape his sharp teeth against the skin
once again.
He was always careful, sometimes overly so, not to leave any marks on Nitori.
It was his request to keep their relationship a secret, and Rin fully intended
to honor that for as long as he could. Nitori rolled his shoulder forward into
his boyfriends mouth, urging him to sink his teeth in further. He pulled his
head away at that, looking up as his thumb drew one full line along the length
of Nitori's cock. He moaned; judging by the blush it was louder than he had
expected, making Rin glad once again for the secluded office where he didn't
have to worry about quieting Nitori's... exuberant voice.
“I-I didn't want to give you more to worry about, Senpai. You're busy already,
and Yamazaki-senpai offered to help me.” His tongue was peeking out a little
between his lips as Nitori spoke, almost distracting Rin from what he said. The
captain wasn't playing fair, asking him all these serious questions while
teasing him like this. Nitori stared down at him, pupils blown wide with lust
as Rin continued massaging his palm against his cock, though more gently this
time.
He could feel that Rin was stiff under him, but he made no motion to even grind
himself into Nitori's soft ass, totally focused on the task at hand. It seemed
strangely easy for single-minded Rin to block out even his own body when it
came to tormenting Nitori. He had given an unconvinced snort at Nitori's words,
turning his blushing face away once again.
“S-senpai, are you um, jealous?” There was a little mirth in his voice as he
asked, causing Rin's blush to deepen as he nuzzled his forehead into his
boyfriends chest to hide himself. Rin hadn't really considered that option
during the day, but judging by the way his heart pinged at the question it
certainly felt true. He nodded reluctantly, keeping his face covered as Nitori
stroked through his hair.
“Sousuke had some... things to say about you during practice. I didn't really
like hearing it,” He turned his flushed face up towards Nitori and was
surprised by a sweet kiss. He leaned warmly into it, the arm he still had
wrapped around him squeezing tighter. “Sorry, it's... a little silly.”
“I don't know what he said, but I did kinda tell him last night we were
dating.” Nitori's words rushed out, and when Rin looked up his eyes crunched
together in a glare that Nitori knew all too well.
“You told him?” The demand was quiet, but Nitori leaned backwards a bit, still
massaging the back of Rin's scalp in a way he knew soothed the captain.
“You said you didn't care if anyone knew,” He reminded Rin calmly, a small
smile playing on his lips. “I-I think I agree with that now, so I told him.”
“I don't care! It's just...” Another flash of rage crossed his face when it
became clear that everything Sousuke said had been to fuck with him, though it
was quickly erased by the scrape of Nitori's short nails on his scalp. He
groaned softly at the feeling, his eyes closing for a second. “He was just
trying to make me mad.”
Though Rin's relieved smile was small, when he saw Nitori beaming at him it
grew instantly. They kissed again, and this time when Nitori felt teeth nudging
his lip, he pushed his hips down against Rin's, grinding his ass slowly back
and forth. It worked; Rin inhaled sharply and sunk his teeth deeper into
Nitori's soft lip, making him moan into the kiss.
When Rin pulled quickly back, Nitori pressed his hand to his mouth, faking a
hurt expression. “S-senpai bit me!”
His hips didn't stop however, and it was only a moment before Rin noticed the
corners of his lips turned up behind the hand. He leaned in close, dropping the
hand slowly and purring softly into the captains ear.
“Do it again,” There was a dangerous level of mischief in the request. For a
moment Rin's only response was a strangled groan, leaning his head back and
fixing Nitori with a gaze that he hoped would make him reconsider the request.
Looking down at Rin's wide blown pupils and seeing the lust settled heavy in
his dark eyes did not have the desired effect.
Nitori craned his head back a little, exposing the whole of his pale throat.
The tilt of his head hid the grin that formed on his face when Rin growled low
at the sight, his chest vibrating.
“Ai, q-quit it.” Rin mumbled in a tone that suggested to Nitori that he should
really continue exactly what he was doing.
“What did Sousuke-kun say?” He asked, having to tamp down the giggle that
started in his chest when Rin grunted at the casual address. He nuzzled his
nose softly on Rin's cheek, using the angle to continue hiding his smile. “Was
it mean?”
Rin's cheeks flamed as he shook his head. With Nitori pressed into him like
this, he could smell chlorine from the pool, along with the flowery shampoo
that his boyfriend always used on his silver hair.
“He was talking about your swimsuit.” Rin grumbled, holding carefully onto
Nitori's hips before laying another soft kiss on his neck, trying to avoid any
enticement to bite down once again. It failed when Nitori left a lewd moan in
his ear, unzipping his jacket the rest of the way. He hadn't bothered putting
another shirt on before coming up to meet Rin, and a shiver ran through his
bare chest as he felt the captains teeth sink just a little into his skin.
It wasn't enough, and he whimpered out in frustration as Rin leaned back again,
tongue dragging a slow path on his lips. He touched his fingers to the light
pink mark left on his skin, purring again as he rubbed against it.
“C'mon Rin-senpai,” His fingers slid over the mark again, looking down at Rin
with his head tilted a little to the side. “Bite me.”
Rin's breath hitched and he quickly closed his eyes to avoid the sight. His
hips ground upward into Nitori's ass despite himself. It was a struggle to
remember why he wasn't giving in to that request and covering Nitori in marks
from his teeth.
“You said you didn't want the team to know,” He spoke without conviction,
opening his eyes when he found that keeping them closed only let him imagine
tempting pictures of Nitori instead. The boy shrugged, smile growing on his
face.
“Who said they have to? My love life isn't anyone's business,” Nitori's voice
was coy. It wouldn't matter if he explained or not, bite marks from Rin were
bound to be unmistakable. Still, it seemed that the continued requests had
finally worn the captain down because rather than returning to pressing his
lips gently to Nitori's skin, he bit firmly onto his shoulder.
Nitori jerked forward with a moan, part in surprise from the bite, but mostly
from just how good it felt. There was something new and wild in Rin's eyes, and
it was at that point he'd had enough of all the clothing covering them. He
leaned back with a ragged breath, nudging Nitori back gently and nodding his
head.
“Strip,” It was a demand that Nitori was glad to follow, though his legs
quivered as he rose. Rin was quick to help steady him, though his eyes were
locked on the dark circular mark his teeth had left on Nitori's pale skin. He
let his boyfriend remove the jacket on his own, but leaned forward and hooked
his thumbs in the waist of Nitori's pants, hauling them down in a sharp motion.
Nitori kicked them away from his feet, grinning as he tugged Rin's shirt up
over his head.
“Are you going to do it again Senpai?” His voice teased, pushing the arms of
the wheeled chair until it clanged against the desk. Rin nodded his head
eagerly, arching his hips off the chair as Nitori pulled his sweats down with a
coo. His teeth clamped on his pale neck, eyes closed as he relaxed back into
the seat, now naked.
“F-fuck,” Nitori moaned, sliding himself back into Rin's lap. There was a
tingle of pain that vanished as Rin's tongue swiped over each deep indent,
leaving a red stain evident. Nitori did not have a foul mouth, even during sex;
hearing him curse made Rin's hips thrust up in surprise. He groaned at the
thick wave of pleasure that came from his cock rubbing against Nitori's. One
hand came to rest on the small of Nitori's back as he continued leaving smaller
nips, leaving pink pinches of skin in his wake.
His other hand was digging in the top drawer of the desk, producing a clear
tube of lube and a brightly wrapped condom. He set the wrapper to the side,
flipping the cap of the tube open. He removed his hand from rubbing Nitori's
back and squirted some of the cold liquid on his fingers, rubbing them together
to warm it.
Nitori's fingers were in his hair once again, the gentle pressure of his blunt
nails massaging Rin's scalp caused him to rumble from his chest once again. His
fingers rubbed a slow circle around Nitori's tight hole, spreading the slick
substance there before sliding his middle finger in slowly.
Nitori's back arched up instantly, and a single breathy Senpai fell out of his
mouth. It was so soft it almost wasn't a word at all, and his arms wrapped
tight around Rin's neck, bringing their bodies to press together. Rin curled
his finger inside of Nitori's heat listening to the faltering whimpers that
were drawn out as he thrust his finger in all the way. Nitori's hips rolled
backwards, seeking greater friction against the intruding digit. Rin's wrist
twisted, and he paused to enjoy the way it made him cry out sharply.
As he moved to slide a second finger into Nitori's hole, Rin's teeth dug into
his collarbone. This time he pressured them more roughly into his boyfriends
skin, suckling on the wound he left behind. Each time he sunk his teeth in, an
electric thrill trembled down his spine. It made his fingers curl deeper inside
Nitori, and he was rewarded with a shout and another firm tug on his vibrant
hair. He wanted to continue tormenting Nitori, to watch him come completely
undone in his arms but even as he thought about it, Rin's body shouted at him
for release.
Instead he ceased mouthing Nitori's delicate flesh for a moment, pausing to
admire the almost purple mark with its perfect ring of indents from his teeth.
He shifted Nitori's position in his lap, his fingers scissoring and spreading
inside him. This brought a series of new sounds out of Nitori, who continued to
grind his hips backwards into Rin's fingers. He lifted his head, mostly with
the intent of planting a kiss on Nitori's lips, but was stopped dead by the
look on his face.
Nitori's mouth hung open slightly, his lips dark and swollen. His silver hair
was stuck in strands on his forehead with a light sheen of sweat that made his
skin seem like it was shimmering. Distracted by the sight of Nitori looking so
nearly wrecked, even Rin's fingers stopped moving inside him.
“A-Ai,” A blush was creeping its way from the back of his neck to his cheeks,
Rin could feel it. He didn't know what he had meant to say, but he was saved by
the strangled sound that came from the back of Nitori's throat. Pushing back
onto Rin's fingers, he tried to regain some of the delightful friction he had
only a moment ago.
The sound pushed Rin's world back into focus, making everything feel like it
was in high definition. He returned to pressing kisses into Nitori's neck,
teasing over his thrumming pulse with swirling licks from his tongue. He
returned to thrusting and curling his fingers in Nitori, waiting for him to
huff out a ragged breath before adding in a third.
Nitori squeaked at this, Rin biting down high on his neck as he shoved them
deeper, until the pressed firmly into the spot inside of him that made Nitori
practically keen in delight. Several deep pushes later, Rin removed his teeth,
followed by his intruding fingers, licking over the broken blood vessels under
Nitori's skin that were already beginning to form a bruise. After the shiver
wracking through Nitori finished, Rin paused to rest both hands on his slender
hips, only now realizing the heavy pants coming out of his own mouth.
“S-senpai?” Nitori shivered a little, feeling Rin's damp fingers resting on his
skin made the rest of his body feel unbearably hot. Under the last bite Rin had
left on his skin, he could feel the endless pounding of his pulse. He leaned
forward, his pelvis pressing into the almost angry hardness of Rin's cock under
him as his fingers grabbed the wrapped condom, pressing an open mouthed kiss
just under Rin's ear.
Rin wondered if his boyfriend was feeling apprehensive about moving any
further, with the way that he was quivering but quiet. Hearing the crinkling
behind him brought a toothy smirk to his face. Rather than struggling to open
it himself, Nitori simply held it up to the captain with a quirk of the
eyebrow. Rin lifted one hand away from his hips, taking it and tearing the
wrapper easily with his teeth. Nitori still marveled at how he managed to do
without ripping the rubber with a mouth so reminiscent of a sharks. Rolling the
rubber over Rin's length brought a shiver through his shoulders. Nitori lifted
his hips in the air, his thighs trembling from holding his position crouched
over Rin's lap for so long, and the captain rubbed his hands over their pale
skin, helping to hold him steady.
After a moment of adjusting and pressing his lips almost furiously against
Rin's; Nitori pressed his stretched opening against the red tip of Rin's cock.
It took little pressure from his hips to allow it to sink into him, and a
faltering groan came from the back of Rin's throat as he felt it.
When Nitori was settled fully in his lap, Rin took several long and shaking
breaths. Nitori pressed his face into the side of Rin's neck, leaving ghostly
kisses over his throbbing pulse point. His insides burned a little with the
intrusion, but it settled quickly. Drawing in a shaking breath, Nitori began
moving his hips upwards slowly; his breath hitched, feeling Rin's fingers
pressing into one of the bite marks left on his pale shoulder.
He traced it, fingers pressing down on the darkening bruise, feeling the
shallow indents left by his sharp teeth. Nitori whimpered at the contact,
rolling his shoulder forward into Rin's fingers as his hips continued at a
maddeningly slow pace. Rin's chest rumbled with a growl, his hips bucking up
underneath Nitori, speeding his bounces.
Rin did the best he could to swallow down the moan that was welling its way up
his throat, only to have it knocked out the next time Nitori's hips landed on
his. Nitori giggled softly at the sound in a way that was deceptively angelic.
Rin quirked his eyebrow, a sharp smirk spreading over his face. He shifted them
slightly, tilting his head to Nitori's unblemished shoulder and sinking his
teeth in. It was deeper than the previous bites though not nearly enough to
actually break Nitori's perfect skin.
Holding Nitori's shoulder in his mouth still, Rin began thrusting his hips
upwards in earnest. Nitori settled against him in response, letting Rin's
thrusts and the strong pressure of his hands gripping his thighs take control.
Nitori rolled his hips forcefully every time he came to rest against Rin,
delighted moans fluttering out of his mouth as each time he did the head of
Rin's cock brushed against the bundle of nerves inside him that made his
perception of the world shrink only to the places where he could feel Rin
against him.
Rin increased the pace of his hips gradually, shifting one hand from Nitori's
hip to wrap and tug firmly at his length. His other arm tugged Nitori
impossibly closer, the subtle change in angle causing each thrust to abuse his
prostate instead of brushing teasingly against it. He could feel the trembles
coursing through Nitori as the first wave of his orgasm rushed up from his
stomach.
Nitori dug his teeth into his lower lip sharply, feeling the hot rush threaten
all of his senses. There was a mild surprise when Rin lifted his face from
where it had pressed into Nitori's shoulder, untangling his lips with a
forceful kiss. Their lips broke apart as the first thick ropes of cum shot out
of Nitori's length, painting abstract patterns along Rin's abs.
The satisfaction at hearing Nitori's cresting scream ring out in the
oppressively hot office made Rin slam into him a final time. He was quieter,
several long groans that choked off abruptly as his orgasm barreled through
him, both arms wrapped tight around Nitori to hold him in place as his hips
hitched upwards almost weakly.
Nitori was a puddle against his chest when Rin finished, carding his fingers
weakly through the slightly damp red locks. His contented smile was pure
silver, and Rin found a traitorous blush creeping over his neck as he looked
down into two satisfied blue eyes.
“Mmn, Senpai,” Nitori was blushing as well, his fingers running over one of the
almost purple bites decorating around his neck. “I think you got a little
carried away.”
Rin leaned forward, pressing tender pecks into each one, stealing another
moment to keep his face hidden away. It was embarrassing; not the apparent
severity of the bites, but just how much he had enjoyed inflicting them.
“Doesn't hurt, right?” He inquired, his breath fanning warm and comforting over
the sharp angles of Nitori's collarbone. He looked up, smiling at the nod he
received. “Good. I like them.”
Nitori laughed at the shy note in Rin's voice, stretching himself languidly as
he stood, using Rin's shoulders to help support his weight on trembling legs.
“Desk next time,” He smiled, cheeks a dusty pink. Rin just pressed his face
into his palms, scrubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes as he laughed.
*
Rin had not expected to be nervous about the next days practice, but he found
himself making excuses to linger in the locker room until he saw Nitori's
silver head facing his locker. He was still wearing his jacket, and Rin glanced
away quickly before he undressed to change. The temptation of seeing what state
his neck was in did not seem like it would make practice any easier.
He could hear Momo's confused gasp before the locker rooms door banged shut
behind him, and it wasn't hard to imagine what had surprised his boyfriends
room mate.
When Nitori walked out, it took considerable effort for Rin not to stare at his
neck like some kind of deep sea predator. His throat and shoulders were dotted
with dark bruises; several still sporting the round indents of his teeth
digging in. Rin spared it just a glance, looking back at the pool with his
eyebrows settled low in focus. No one other than Momo seemed interested in
asking about the origin of the bites, seemingly blessed with better sense than
the exuberant first-year.
Sousuke waited until the end of practice to appear again standing next to Rin.
He was still dripping with water from the pool, towel draped over the back of
his neck. Sousuke coughed a little, and Rin glanced up, following his stare for
a moment. He was watching Nitori again, of course.
“Y'know Captain,” The title dripped with Sousukes particular brand of almost
apathetic sarcasm. “I didn't really mean to encourage you that much.”
“Dick,” Rin glanced up with a glare, though his whole heart wasn't really in
it. He was too busy forcing thoughts of Nitori out of his mind.
“At least it's not as bad as the day he called you Captain on accident and you
insisted on re-timing your 400. Twice,” Sousuke laughed, clapping one hand on
Rin's back. He didn't miss the little growl that worked its way out of Rin's
chest. “At least you made me a lot of money today.”
Rin looked up at that, blinking for a second before groaning loudly.
“A bet? Really?” His tone was dismal, and he surveyed the whole of the team
with an imposing red glare. He was torn between wondering if his relationship
was really that obvious, or if it was Sousuke just finding a way to line his
pockets.
“Minami was so sure he still had a chance with Nitori, too,” Sousuke chuckled,
shrugging his shoulders.
“You're using that money to send me and Ai on a nice date.” Rin was grumbling
now, shrugging his shoulders unevenly. He stole another glance at Nitori, face
flushing as Momo ducked into his lane, poking one of the bruises gently. The
sound Nitori made in response was bordering on lewd, and with a sharp shake of
his head Rin went back to shouting at the members of the team.
“Mikoshiba! Back to work,” It came out as a growl, but he didn't miss the
slightly thankful look on Nitori's face. He continued barking orders, letting
practice drag for another fifteen minutes before finally signaling for everyone
to hit the showers.
Idly he wondered what kind of food Nitori would like, especially now that it
was on Sousuke.
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