(Wind Breaker) The Green Rose's Thorns

Part 56

"Really guys," Kiryu let out a strained sigh. He had been sent to check on a certain pair of classmates, with everyone else finishing up their bath and settling on a plan for a little gathering with fireworks on the shoreline after. By the time he got to the door, hand on the doorknob, he heard a series of things from inside that made him hesitate hard. Instead of going in, he leaned against the door and decided to dissuade any would-be intruders as they all got ready to go outside again.

"Hey, what're you doin'? We're about to leave, did you tell them-"

Tsugeura, almost the worst possible student to follow him, nearly crashed right into the room. He was obnoxiously loud as always, jumping to conclusions and charging ahead before anyone could stop him. His hand was curled around the doorknob now, much like Kyru's had been a few moments earlier, when a sudden rise in volume from inside caught them both off guard.

"They're...?," Tsugeura's voice was hardly a whisper as he pointed at the door. Face scarlet red as he asked that unfinished question, and with Kiryu's unspoken answer.

"I'll text them later. For now let's just go. Don't say anything!," Kiryu pulled Tsugeura away from the door and down the hall. He showed far less on his face as they rejoined the group, explaining things away easily enough.

...

Suo's movements slowed down, grinding to a complete halt as he studied the face of his partner beneath him. Something had been eating away at him this whole time, now overtaking any other pressing concerns. His eyes trailed down from Aoi's face, down his neck where it was marked by that black band across his skin. Over his rapidly rising and falling chest, further still over the soft musculature of his abdomen. Following the length of the arm Aoi used to shield a part of himself from sight, his slender wrist providing just enough cover while something else peeked out between his fingertips.

Suo shifted his weight slightly, freeing up one of his hands and taking Aoi's wrist. Pulling his arm gently up and away, stroking the palm and shooting a glance upward for just a second. Aoi turned his face away, lips pressed together as he was fully and completely exposed. Brows pusshed slightly together while Suo placed the boy's hand on his shoulder, a silent command sent forth to keep it there as his eyes turned back downward.

Down to the area Aoi had tried to hide, even as he was ravaged from the inside. The one final secret he tried to keep as he and Suo lay naked and panting together on the floor. Suo's lips curled somewhat, studying the last few square inches of his partner's body. Something was bothering him. More than the pockmarks of discolored skin around the shaft there. More than the mark where the hair didn't fully fill in beside it, like a mountainside scarred by fire. More still than his own throbbing member where Aoi twitched and trembled around it.

"Suo..," Aoi's fingertips curled into his partner's shoulder, pulling Suo's attention back toward his face. Aoi was looking up at him, brows arced up in the middle and green pools shifting amid a sea of glistening red. Those long lashes of his spread further apart as Suo traced the area he so intently studied with his fingertips, running along the shaft slowly. Pressing his thumb lightly against the area just below the head and holding it there.

"You've been holding back," Suo frowned a little bit as he spoke. Aoi's eyes shot open at that, and he shook his head vigorously in quiet denial. Even so, Suo pulled away from him. Slowly, removing first his hand, threatening to pull out entirely.

"Don't!"

Aoi's nails dug in, like he was trying to hold Suo there. The desperate, incomplete plea was finished off by the moisture welling up at the edges of his eyes, and the look of pure desperation on his face. He was practically begging, pleading for his partner to stay. To finish the work he had started.

Whatever willpower Suo had summoned to taunt his partner crumbled to dust in an instant at that pathetically impassioned display. He slid back into Aoi, taking the boy's length into his palm at the same time and doing the very thing he just berated his partner for. Holding back his voice while Aoi gasped and cried out from the new wave of pleasure. Even if no sound came out, Suo couldn't hide his sheer joy at the way Aoi's face twisted up and his voice ricocheted back off the walls of the empty room. His lips parted a little as a grin spread over his face, the very same look a cat might give it's prey as it batted it around like a toy.

Under that piercing, sadistic gaze Aoi knew he was done for. He let his voice spill out freely as any last shred of dignity he'd hoped to maintain was taken from him with each stroke and thrust. His body moved of it's own accord, clawing and pulling at his partner as the knot in his gut pulled his back into a near perfect arch. One of those frustratingly pitiful tears freed itself from his lashes and slid down the side of his cheek as that knot came undone in a burning hot rush. Hot, like the fluid that filled him up and simultaneously spilled through Suo's fingers onto his belly.

Suo let out a moan of equal gratuitous pleasure as he finished inside his partner, though it was not match for the cry that escaped from Aoi's throat. As both boys' bodies eased their tension, he took a moment to admire his work. The heaving of Aoi's chest with his panting breaths. The eggshell colored rivulets that spilled over the boy's tanned stomach and left strings as Suo pulled his thoroughly coated hand to the floor to steady himself. The glassy stare as he used his other hand to wipe away the last of the water clinging to Aoi's lashes. And finally, the salty sting of Aoi's lips as he went for one last passionate taste of his partner's mouth before his strength failed him and he collapsed into a breathless heap on top of Aoi.

The two laid there, wrapped and coated in each other's heat while their bodies returned to normal ranges. Suo groped and grasped around at his side, until his fingers found purchase on some sort of cloth that he pulled between their bodies in an attempt to clear away some of the stickiness on their stomachs. Aoi flinched as his fingers brushed against something there, prompting Suo to ease himself back up to check his expression.

"It's..fine. Sorry," Aoi's voice was almost hoarse, and his hair clung to the drying sweat on his forehead. Suo studies his eyes before continuing his honestly futile cleanup, reassured when Aoi returned the gaze without wavering. He pressed ahead, nearly losing his self control all over again at the brief whimpering gasp Aoi let out as he slid himself out one last time.

He forced himself away, sitting up and letting the fan dry up the last of the sweat on his tired body. Aoi sat up too, crossing his legs and shielding the area between them with hands folded in the gap.

He half expected a tease or taunt from Suo, glad still that it never came. He watched through his curtained bangs as his partner slowly got dressed, face heating up all over again as he studied Suo's pale form from new angles. Aoi reflexively looked down when Suo turned toward him, feeling a new level of humiliated guilt as he sat there painfully exposed.

"Sorry," Suo's genuine, quiet apology erased those feelings to be replaced by confused curiosity. Aoi looked up, first seeing a bundle of cloth extended to him in Suo's hand. Beyond that was the sheepishly shy look on Suo's face, turned to the side in a rare display of bashfulness. Aoi cocked a brow, not understanding the apology until he took the clothes and realized what was missing. He didn't need to even look to confirm that the now soaked and discarded bundle on the floor to his left was in fact the undershirt he had worn under his beach attire earlier.

Once they were both fully back in their previous clothes, mostly, Suo moved toward the door and poked his head out into the hall. He thought he might have heard something earlier, but there wasn't a single soul in sight now. He let out a relieved sigh, pulling the door closed behind him and turning back around. Aoi was sitting there staring red-faced at his phone screen.

"Aoi?," Suo moved closer, getting no response. He leaned over Aoi from behind, his earring brushing the boy's nape and startling him.

Kiryu (7:33 PM): bath is free. others are doing fireworks, but try to wrap up before too long ;3c

The phone screen went dark before Suo could make out what was there, Aoi nearly throwing the phone in a sudden panic.

"Uh. Bath's clear. They're doin' other stuff for a little bit," Aoi's volume was all over the place as he explained that.

"Is that all?," Suo isn't fully convinced with that. Aoi nods, unable to outright lie but still wanting to spare his partner some of the shame he felt in that moment.