#rinupi

Inupi felt his breath catch in his throat and his heartbeat pick up as Rindou righted himself. He was soaked until the last thread. His white blouse sheer as it stuck to his upper body, giving him a glorious view of the enormous half-torso tattoo that curved and twisted across his muscles. And his blouse wasn’t the only part of his outfit that had gotten clingy, as his already fitted pantalon had clung to his legs and crotch. The heat made the cool rainwater steam off him in the fading light. He managed to scrape his throat a little as he couldn’t take his trembling eyes off the sight in front of him. 

Rindou pulled back his shoulders and walked up to him slowly, arms spread wide in confidence. “Hmmm? Are you admiring the view?” He hummed in a low, grumbling voice. He grinned as he paused a couple steps away, popping his hip out and putting a hand in his waist. 

“Y-you devil, coming in here looking like that,” Inupi muttered and despite his reluctance he could feel his cheeks glow even hotter. 

Rindou chuckled, closing the gap between them with a couple long strides. “Devilishly handsome, I assume?” He said, clasping Inupi’s chin between his thumb and fingers, forcing him to look up at him. “Are you liking what you see, babe?” He growled as he brought his face closer. 

Inupi tried his best to keep his grease smeared hands and overalls away from the pristine white blouse but he could feel himself stumble backwards. “You’ll get grease all over you,” he tried, glancing up into Rindou’s piercing, violet eyes. 

Rindou squashed him up against the wall. “You think I care about that right now?” He asked, a determined grin dancing across his face.

Inupi felt more than just his cheeks glow hot as he watched drops of rain water seep out of his hair and across his face, dripping into his neck. He could feel his self restraint slip through his fingers like sand as he was pushed up against him like this and he grabbed a fist full of Rindou’s hair as he pulled his head aside, taking his time to lick the trails of rainwater from it. 

Rindou bit his bottom lip and tilted his hips, for there was no point at hiding that he was getting hard as fuck by now. 

Inupi flinched a little as the corner of Rindou’s shoulder holster poked into his ribs and he skillfully found the buttons and ripped it loose. He could feel Rindou’s abs tense as he braced against his pull to allow the leather strap to come undone. The weapon sank to the floor with a heavy thud and hands found their way across those chiseled abs, leaving dark smears all across the fitted shirt. 

“I would step into the shower with my clothes on more often, had I known it would have this effect on you,” Rindou joked sarcastically. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Inupi groaned as Rindou trailed his slender hand down the inside of his thigh roughly. 

“Oh?” Rindou sang in a velvety voice. “I’ll shut you the fuck up,” he continued before savagely kissing him. Inupi wasn’t the only one getting more than steaming hot by this.

Inupi couldn’t deal with the sticky fabric that was so adamant to cling to his lovers body like it did. He did not have the mental clarity for this anymore. He only wanted one thing. Needed one thing. He ripped open the shirt as he gasped for air. Buttons clattered down and bounced away and he pushed himself up against the now bare but incredibly warm body under his hand. He was barely allowed to catch his breath as Rindou’s tongue already found it’s way back to his lips. And frankly; how could he back away from that?

Rindou groaned against Inupi’s lips. His hard-on was becoming uncomfortably tight in the sticky pantalon and he pushed himself off the wall, grabbing the sleeves that were tied around Inupi’s waist as he staggered back towards the couch. He allowed himself to fall backwards over the armrest and quickly pulled Inupi on top of him, squeezing his ass as he rolled his hips against his crotch. 

Inupi fell forward on his hands as he struggled to think straight. The feeling of their still contained boners rubbing against each other was as frustrating as it was delicious. “This couch-,” he gasped as Rindou ripped the knot out of the sleeves. “It won’t hold,” he managed in a strained voice as Rindou’s hand found his way into his overalls. “Fuck-,” he gasped. 

“Want me to stop?” Rindou taunted him with a satisfied smirk as he glared up at him, his hand firm around Inupi’s cock now. 

Inupi noticed his head becoming more hazy with every jerk. 

“Do you?” Rindou growled as he pushed his hips up but pulled his hand out of Inupi’s boxers.

Inupi’s eyes shot open as he looked down in utter shock as Rindou had let go of him. 

“Getting desperate, huh?” Rindou said as he folded his hands behind his head, shaking his soaking hair out of his face. 

Inupi’s eyes darted across Rindou’s body, frantically looking for ways to make him continue and then it struck him. He resolutely grabbed the edge of Rindou’s pants and got it open quicker than he’d thought he would in this state or hazy lust. He yanked the soaking fabric down. And for the second time he had to thank the rain as Rindou's boxers had already come off along with his tight pants because it was such a soaking mess. He buckled forward and without warning took Rindou’s penis in his hand and mouth. 

“Fucking hell-,” Rindou gasped, whipping his hands back out and grabbing Inupi’s hair with both hands. Not to pull him off, but to push him onto himself even firmer. He groaned unrestrained as Inupi’s tongue whirled around him and his grip intensified. He couldn’t help but rock his hips with every thrust. It took every ounce of restraint to not fuck him like he was taking him from behind. But he couldn’t bring himself to bruise Inupi’s handsome face. He glanced down and watched Inupi’s mouth move around him and he felt himself get even harder. The pressure was already building so high he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. But he couldn’t look away even though he wished he could drag it out a little more. There was something so insanely hot about the desperation in Inupi’s eyes while they both were too fucking eager to take their time. “I want to see your face,” Rindou demanded, pulling Inupi’s hair to get him to break away from him. For just a moment Inupi’s grip on his cock weakened a little, but he was proud to feel how his baby grabbed onto him again almost instantly. He grabbed Inupi’s ass and scooted him closer so he could grab his still rock hard penis in his hand while simultaneously moving Inupi’s hand around his own up and down again. He groaned and rocked his hips against Inupi’s thighs and fist as he locked eyes with him. Inupi’s eyes had gone all dull with sheer lust and even though he seemed to try he couldn’t hold back his moans as he was jerked off with firm, long and well timed movements. “Squeeze me like you’ll never let go,” Rindou groaned as he could feel his orgasm boil in his groin. 

“Love,” Inupi gasped. 

But Rindou picked up his pacing mercilessly, feeling how Inupi’s cock tensed even further against his grip. “Give it to me, babe,” Rindou growled and he barely finished his sentence when he could feel the same thing happening with his own against the inside of Inupi’s fist. “Fuck,” he let out in a whistling moan. The mental clarity vanished and the space for snappy remarks obliterated. For a moment it was just clenching and jerking hands and thrusting hips accompanied by mutual moans of pleasure. He did his absolute best to drag it out as long as he could but he could feel Inupi struggle in his hands as his thighs twitched against him and he pushed his hips forward, causing the pressure on his own dick to increase even further as well. “Come on me,” Rindou moaned as he glanced up through half lidded eyes and as he sensually brushed his free hand up Inupi’s thigh and abs he bit his bottom lip as he felt how he had sent him over the edge, his sperm warm and sticky on his chest and hand. “Ride it,” Rindou demanded as he kept moving his hand around Inupi’s penis, feeling him shudder in the release. But he gasped and almost bolted upright as Inupi’s grip tightened around him and suddenly, Inupi’s green eyes turned clear again, his grip confident and resolute. No one had mastered moving with the slight curve in his dick as well as him. Knowing exactly when to squeeze and when to back off. 

“I’ll fucking ride you,” he growled out of breath and he flicked Rindou’s hand off him and scooted close against Rindou’s cock, rubbing it against his lower belly while increasing pace and pressure. He rocked his hips against Rindou’s and he raised his chin in defiance as he noticed how Rindou struggled to keep his face smug. “Give it to me, love,” he taunted as he rolled his balls against Rindou’s. And by the jerking in his hand and against his legs he knew very well the time was close. “Come on, fuck me, damnit,” Inupi growled as he cupped Rindou’s ass and pulled his hips up against him tight. 

Rindou closed his eyes and pushed his hips up against the inside of Inupi’s thighs as he felt the heat boil over. He let out a hearty moan, grabbing onto Inupi’s ass and pulling him onto him as he was milked for every last drop that was willing to spill out over his partner's hand. He clenched his teeth and gave Inupi’s fist one lasting hip thrust before allowing himself to sink back into the couch.