𝓑𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝓟𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊 𐬹 𝓫𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝓵𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓣𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝓔𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ★ 𝓶𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Julian Loki, Leonardo Luna, Adam Blake, Pablo Cavasoz, and Dada Silva. The world five, and their next opponent. Akira knew all of them, some more than others. But still, he had a well-rounded idea of all of their strengths and weaknesses, their pros outweighing their cons by a country mile.

The curly-haired boy knew that this match-up would be an interesting one, as it would be the first time he would come face-to-face with Dada since leaving Brazil. The pair had always been close, and it was no secret the Brazilian tank was far from happy that Akira was moving to Japan. Going as far as to beg his father to let the younger stay with him so that he could continue to grow in Brazil. The older unwilling to lose someone who he had watched grow up before his very eyes, someone who he saw as a younger brother.

Akira wondered if Dada was mad at him, for leaving. The two had bid goodbyes to each other, but he wondered if he had done that only because the rest of the Brazilian national team and his cousin were there to see them off at the airport. 'Isso é muito estressante para se ter na noite anterior ao jogo' The bronzed teen thought, as he slipped out of the room without alerting the rest of his teammates, looking to find a quiet place to de-stress.

And he did, but what he hadn't expected was for Rin to also be there. Stripped with nothing but his boxers on, doing some simple meditation. Silently walking into the room, Akira picked up a yoga mat for himself and lay it beside Rin's. Before stripping down to his boxers and leaving his clothes neatly off to the side, joining the peaceful mediation session.

The teal-eyed teen seemed to notice his presence, opening his eyes slightly to see who had invited themselves into his private session. Surprisingly he didn't seem to mind, as he silently appreciated Akira's physique, 'I wonder what his routine is?' the Itoshi silently questioned, making a mental note to ask him later. 'I wonder what he would look like under me...'

The intrusive thought caught Rin off guard, as images of the boy beside him flashed through his head. Akira under him, naked, face etched with pleasure, and completely submissive to him and him alone. The thought was enough to make even the strongest man's resolve crumble, he was the definition of sweet temptation. A delicacy so irresistible that one could not help but want a taste, and Rin couldn't help but be one of the many who craved to do so.

Shaking the perverted thoughts that crowded his head, Rin ended his meditation early in favour of stretching out his body in the hope of shaking the aroused feeling that had infected him. With Akira following him, the golden-eyed teen silently followed the teal-eyed teen's lead as the two stretched themselves out.