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     his ribs are bruised, skin broken and blooming with red and purple; his head pounds and his chest aches and his veins twitch with electricity, jolting through his bones in the aftermath of a hero’s adrenaline rush. brandon’s sore, tired, and he nearly died —

     but he’s never felt so alive.

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a breath of a sigh passes through the archer’s lips, and soon they twitch upward in an action that could only be described as relief. he knows better than most that brandon likes to deflect, but he can also tell when he’s telling the truth. 

             ( so why did you leave me, then? )

❝ what are you being so shy for? this was your idea. ❞ the keeper couldn’t help but tease the prince -- he sat so far away from her in the hot spring. what was he scared about? it was a private bath, it was just the two of them. was he worried she would bite? ( she wouldn’t do it hard, at least. )

seeking comfort after a big fight was normal -- he knew that. with the way things had gone down, it was a night where you didn’t want to be alone. when adrenaline had been high, the only way to make a racing heart calm down was through the exertion.

          though, what was perhaps what made things complicated was who was there for him to seek that comfort from.

so he watches   &   watches until he can pull his boyfriend apart just from his intense gaze   ,   the sharpness of his emerald hues drinking the sight in as much as he can   ,   to memorize this despite having seen it so many times   .   it’s with the groan of frustration that he breaks down into laughter ‘pon knowing exactly what it is that’s causing such a feeling to bubble up within the other’s chest   .   it’s not that makoto does not know of what haruka wants   ,   rather he wants to hear it from the swimmer’s lips   ,   wants to hear each sinful plea drip from those pinkened lips   .   for a second   ,   his mind halts   :       uwah   …   dangerous   …

when he gets what he wants to hear   ,   the trainer nods with a smile   ,   leaning down to kiss at his lover’s lips lovingly   ,   though the pacing of the kiss quickens without a warning given   .   one palm stays steady ‘gainst the pale skin   ,   caressing o’er the toned feel of it   ,   &   not allowing the other’s legs to fall over his broad shoulders   ,   cold feet just barely tickling his shoulder blades   .   makoto leans back to whisper   ,   hotly   /   lowly   ,   against haruka’s mouth      :      ‘   this is good   ,   haru ?   ’      he knows his boyfriend is flexible simply because he helps with stretches in the morning   &   then again at night but he asks to be sure   ,   regardless   .   an inhale   ,   then his hand drops in between them   ,   his own legs spreading to somewhat cradle the swimmer’s lower half to the front of his hips   .   a gentle push of the hips to haruka’s bottom   ,   redness flooding his features because of the pleasure that skirts up his back   &   the slight noise that escapes his mouth   .      ‘   i need   -   i need to stretch you open   ,   haru   .   hand me the lube   ,   mm ?   ’

each moment that passes haruka thinks he’s one step closer to getting what he wants. things progress, but then makoto stops them, prolonging their coupling and instead using more teasing words and touches. all it does is making the swimmer all the more sensitive, and he knows that’s what his boyfriend is doing this all for. he knows that once they finally connect that it will have been worth the wait, but when it comes to makoto he gets impatient, and all he wants is to have him hold him like he wants. ( fuck -- i don’t want to wait any longer. )

laughter spills past rosy - pink lips yet again ‘pon noticing the slight look of annoyance his boyfriend fixates him with because , yes , he definitely put haruka in hot water with his coach , with his teammates from the look of those bruises all over his neck , his collarbones   .   teeth catch at his lower lip , desire swelling in the pit of his stomach the longer he stares at them                            the contrast looks a little too nice     /     the reds painting messily ‘cross pretty pale skin , makoto likes it way too much   .      “ not really , ”      he laughs , softer this time as fingertips brush over them , practiced when he trails them down his lover’s body , cherishes every sound & twitch   .

the call of his name is too sweet , it breaks past the haze that hangs over his mistified gaze & the brunet is peering down at haruka , all mussed because of him   (  because of what he’s done so far  )   .   he shifts a little , palm pressing down ‘gainst the other’s abdomen lightly before sliding it to pale yet toned thigh   .   it’s clear that he’s contemplating to himself                      should i ?       he muses even as teeth graze lightly over his lover’s thigh , lips pressing light kisses wherever he can reach , roses blooming in such a path   .      “ what do you want me to do , haru ? ”      he murmurs , voice dropping a few octaves , thick with desire he cannot control   . 

the question earns another groan from haru as frustration begins to grow again for him. he hates voicing these things out loud, not matter how many times they’d been in situations like this. it was embarrassing and he always felt like he sounded ridiculous. he knew that he had to be forthcoming about what he wanted, though. the trust was already well established between them and he knew deep down that no matter what he said, makoto would listen and likely comply without hesitation. communication was key and he tried so hard to make sure if there was anyone in this world he could communicate best with, it was his lover who was already working at possibly adding more of those little red nibbles of adoration on his body.

the protest falls onto deaf ears , his mouth too greedy for more & more , fingers touching his lover in every which way possibly   ;   slides down the curve of his spine , grazes over the dips in his body due to toned muscle from day - to - day practice   .   teeth catch onto skin right above haruka’s collarbone , kissing the area gently before sucking on it roughly enough to create a bruise that could very well last for a day or two . the taller , slightly more toned man peels himself away from his boyfriend , debauched look so clear in those pretty emerald eyes of his as he gazes into the oceanic hues of the other’s , pink spreading from ear - to ear   .   “ eh … ? ”   he looks at the pinks , reds , & purples painting haruka’s neck , his collarbone , & his shoulder before flicking gaze up to meet blown out blacks with quite the false apologetic smile   .   “ mm , sorry , haru   . ”

with that said & done , the taller of the pair pushes the athlete down onto the bed , teeth instead catching at his own lower lip , gaze drinking in the sight before him                messy , but immensely pretty   .   “ haru … haru , you look so pretty , ”   he murmurs , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the other’s mouth & then continuing to press kisses down his neck to his shoulder & chest , large palms sliding down to thighs , only hook them over his shoulders naturally   .

despite his protesting, his body betrays what his words are trying to say. he clings to his lover and keeps him near, even if he’s trying to tell him to stop with those little notions. he wasn’t the sort of athlete that could hide his love marks from the rest for the world. when he was in his sport, he was bared for all to see -- he was also pretty sure he could get in trouble with his coach, but that was another thing all together. he’d worry about what to do about practice later. their gazes meet and when haru sees that totally bogus smile, and his black brows knit in their frustration. ❝ you’re not sorry at all. ❞ he mumbles, but his little bout of anger is short-lived as he’s soon pushed to the mattress and laid out beneath the larger male.