Icarus

"Do ya trust me?" asks Tabito, gazing down at Rin who's spread out on the bed. Green eyes stare up at him with a glare that's meant to be threatening but can only be described as 'cute.' Rin just out his bottom lip in a pout and Tabito captures it between his teeth, sucking and nipping at the lip until Rin melts into the kiss and returns it with equal desire.

"Yes," breathes Rin when they finally pull apart. He's reluctant to admit it, but they're not going to get very far unless he does. Rin's drive to be the best and his unwillingness to submit to others means that Tabito has been forced to make all the moves in their relationship, not that he's complaining. He doesn't mind being number two to Mr. Number One. Tabito enjoys seeing what it takes to break down each wall that Rin puts up. When one crumbles, the victory he feels is better than any soccer goal. He knows what it takes to elicit certain responses and actions from Rin.

He presses another kiss to Rin's lips and trails his fingers down sculpted abs and thighs made of corded muscle. Rin has been perfecting his body since he was a little kid and it shows. He's an athlete in all sense of the word. How they got to this point, Tabito's not entirely sure. It started as lighthearted teasing, but then Rin would blush and hide his embarrassment with anger and suddenly Tabito couldn't look away.

Tabito takes Rin in his mouth, sucks him down to the base, and his heart kicks up in his chest at the sound of breathy moans and punched out gasps. The waiting was torture but it was worth it. Listening to Rin moan as he writhes on the bed and curls his fingers in Tabito's hair makes all the effort he put into getting to this point all the more savory. He pulls his head back with a wet pop and wipes drool from his chin. Dark lashes fan out on ruddy cheeks and Tabito fears he might have a heart attack from how gorgeous Rin looks when he's thoroughly wrecked. If he's this far gone now, what will happen when they're in the middle of the actual sex?

He slicks his fingers and presses the first one in. Rin gasps and Tabito has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from cumming prematurely. Not fucking fair, he thinks.

"C-Crow." Rin whines, snapping his eyes open to glare at Tabito.

"Yeah, yeah," says Tabito. Always in a hurry to get the goal. He's not going to listen to Mr. Number One this time. It's about the journey, not the destination. Tight muscles clamp down on Tabito's finger in protest, so he works in a second one. He can meet Rin in the middle. He's not ready to put his dick in their star player, but he'll add the extra finger to appease Rin and stretch him a little faster. The sharp intake of breath doesn't go unnoticed. "Breathe." Tabito encourages him.

Rin lets out the breath he's holding but it's with another glare. His green eyes are glossy and his pupils are blown wide with obvious desire. It fuels Tabito further, working Rin open a touch faster, wanting to feel what it's like to be buried inside of Rin and taste that desire on his tongue once more.

"Crow."

Tabito smirks. "Say my name and I'll give ya' what ya' want."

Reluctantly, Rin says, "Karasu."

Tabito shakes his head. "Nuh-uh." He curls his fingers, brushing the tips against Rin's prostate and earning a gasp and a moan in return.

Rin snaps his head forward, chin touching his chest to meet Tabito's gaze and glowers. "Tabito," he says, though it sounds like venom on his tongue. It doesn't matter. The effect is the same as it would have been if Rin had purred Tabito's name. He's too far gone now to delay any longer.

"All right, all right," he says, pulling his fingers free and slathering his cock with lube before letting the tip kiss the rim of Rin's asshole. Fuck, he thinks as he presses in, feeling the velvety tension around his length. This'll be the death of him. He can picture his obituary clearly: Karasu Tabito, soared too close to the sun by way of one Itoshi Rin. It's a good way to die, at least.