Metanoia

Chapter Twenty-Three.

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I'm scheduled to work right now, but Rindou called me to speak with him about the upcoming fight, the date of which was still in question. This added to my stress, and not only that...Daichi had been avoiding me since that day, I knew I couldn't just go to him and demand an answer, but it was still frustrating. 

I lost track of how many days it's been, but I had been hoping to hear from him since then, but it felt like he was deliberately avoiding me. So, I spent most of my time with Rindou. It started with going to work, seeing him, coming home, and going back to him, and then I went to school, clinicals, seeing him, working, and going back to him. I had nothing better to do, so what was the point? 

And that's how I ended up here.

I glide my hands up his back, over his shoulders, and down his arms. My fingers encounter scar tissue that lies on his skin; jagged, rough, and narrowed. There were some that were on the outside of his forearms from previous fights, curving over the cords of muscle and tendon. He let out a deep sigh, and I kissed his neck gently in a gesture of understanding.

My lip tucks between my teeth as Rindou grunts and rolls onto his back, and the sheets slide down towards his thighs, exposing his fully erect cock. I look down at it and lick my lips, suddenly getting nervous. I never felt this way when we were intimate, but it was different this time. I take a deep breath and look at Rindou, who is watching me with a smirk. I blush and look away, trying to hide my embarrassment. I couldn't fathom how I managed to fit that inside of me as many times as I did.

"You're still shy even though we have done this a bunch of times?"

Yes.

"No, I just---shut up."

I can barely fit my hand around it. Rindou's skin is smooth, so smooth and sleek that it even glistens when it's dry. The pink head is big and tapered, it darkens to a deep purple pink as his erection throbs. Rindou's shaft has a golden tinge to it, and thick veins run over its surface. His balls are heavy and hang low. His tip is bright pink, wide, and slightly bulbous. When aroused, his shaft expands, and the veins become more pronounced.

"Fuck." 

Rin's curses are soothing to my ears, and his head throws back against the bed, his chest raising up and down in a rhythmic pattern. As I begin to massage his cock, Rindou's breath catches, and his cock throbs. His hips shift and he lets out a low moan as his tension builds. I can feel his muscles tighten, and his breathing grows more erratic.

"E-Elly, I-"

"Ah ah ah, shush." I cooed, running my fingers through every inch of Rindou's huge dick, from the tip to the clipped blonde hair at the base. The longer I looked at it, the more my mouth watered. As his trembling breath encourages me, my touch is soft and hesitant, but firming steadily. His cock is rigid against his stomach with precum leaking from the head, making a sticky, transparent mess.

"I swear to god if--"

"I'll stop." I threatened, stopping my fingers that dance across his sensitive skin. Rindou's brows furrowed, and his eyes rolled, letting out a huff. He was growing impatient, but he was the one that told me to do it slowly. I wiggled down from the bed and onto his carpeted floor, I got comfortable enough to be on my knees.

I lower my head to his inner thigh and prep kisses on the skin I slide my hands up his thighs, caressing every inch before finding his chest. I look into his eyes, reading the desire reflected in them. I press my lips against his thigh once more, letting the kiss linger before pulling away.