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Riku gasped when he felt the other’s finger push past that tight ring of muscle. It was the smallest intrusion—Sougo only inserted one finger, and even then he didn’t push it in all the way, stopping somewhere around the second knuckle. But even so, it felt so odd, and Riku squirmed a little, reaching back with one hand to clutch the pillow, tightly.
“Ah… S-Sougo-san…”
Sougo’s violet eyes fluttered up to his, hazy with arousal but laced with a very real sense of worry. He released the other’s cock, shifting up a bit and bracing an arm at the other’s side so he could brush his forehead against Riku’s. “Does it hurt?” he asked quietly. “Do you want me to stop?”
His voice was edged with concern, a tone that was all too familiar to Riku. Riku wouldn’t back out of this now though, he… He wanted this. He wanted it so badly. And it’d taken him so, so long to convince the other to finally do this, convince him that he would be fine, he wasn’t going to break, and that he wanted… he wanted his first time to be with Sougo. He wanted his first time to be with Sougo, and he was ready, dammit, had been ready for a long time. Plus, he knew…
He knew that Sougo would never hurt him.
Not in a million years.
“N-No,” he managed finally, locking eyes with the other, noting the flushed and slightly strained look painted on Sougo’s features. He swallowed. “I’m okay. And I… I trust you. So…” He trailed off, leaving the obvious unsaid, and opted instead to reach up, a hand slinking around the back of Sougo’s neck. Tugging the other down a bit, Riku brushed his lips against Sougo’s once before kissing him properly, needily.
Sougo sighed against the other idol’s lips, brow knitting just the slightest bit. He wasn’t typically an aggressive kisser, but he ventured to deepen the kiss then, tilting his head so he could push his tongue past the other’s teeth. Riku made a small sound somewhere in the back of his throat, and then a louder one—perhaps something close to a moan—when he felt that finger thrust deeper before slowly pulling back out.
Sougo reached down with his free hand to stroke the other’s cock again, fingering the head, a little firmly, to distract him as he pumped that finger in and out. Soon enough, he felt Riku’s walls loosen up just a bit, and ventured to add a second finger beside the first. Riku gasped, and Sougo pulled back just a bit, swallowing roughly.
The sight of the younger boy with his legs spread beneath him, chest heaving with each movement of Sougo’s hand… It was almost too much. Sougo had never been particularly interested in taking the dominant role in sex before—in fact, he usually wanted to be on the receiving end of things, but… but with Riku, things were different.
He could remember the day the other had first approached him about this so clearly; the way Riku had fidgeted flusteredly, eyes darting to and from Sougo’s as he tried to force the words out. It’d been nearly half a year since they’d started dating at that point, so Sougo could understand the other wanting to… finally take this step. And Riku had seemed ready—even eager, beneath that blushing exterior, but…
But the question that Sougo had asked himself at the time, was whether or not he was ready.
Sougo wasn’t a virgin. He’d lost that particular title several years ago, when he’d dated a bandmate briefly in college. Since then, he’d had only a few one-night-stands—some sober, and some not so much. He wasn’t particularly proud of it, but he had to admit that he wasn’t as pure as his angelic idol image implied… But that was beside the point.
Sougo recalled his and Riku’s conversation that day, the way he’d sat up a little straighter and clasped his hands atop the table at that little café, trying to ignore the flush he could feel spreading across his face.
“You want… me to top?” he’d asked quietly, though he’d already gotten the impression from the other that yes, that was what Riku wanted. He’d swallowed.
Riku had blinked at him with those wide eyes of his, and though Sougo hadn’t thought it possible, his cheeks had turned an even darker shade of red. “Y-Yeah?” he’d managed, stuttering a bit. “I-I mean, if you don’t want to, I can… try to…” But he’d trailed off, clearly not confident in taking that particular role, and Sougo had made up his mind.
“No, it’s… it’s fine,” he’d said, eyes darting around nervously out of reflex, hand tugging slightly at the brim of his hat. “If that’s what you want, then I’m okay with it, but… Riku-kun, are you sure?”
The red-haired idol had stared at him for a moment before pressing his lips together. His fiery eyes had flashed a little, and Sougo had been able to see the determination in the other’s eyes then, his resolve. Riku had nodded. “I’m sure. S-Sougo-san, I want… you to do it…” That resolve hadn’t withered, but his expression had crumbled a bit in a look of embarrassment then. Riku had covered his face with one hand.
"God, this is so embarrassing…” he’d said.
And Sougo hadn’t been able to help but agree.
He hadn’t really been sure what to think at the time. It wasn’t as if he and Riku hadn’t gotten intimate here and there, and indeed, Sougo had noticed the other submit during those times, but he’d simply chalked it up to Riku’s lack of experience. Sougo hadn’t quite expected him… to actually want to catch.
And he hadn’t expected himself to like the idea so much.
He wanted to treasure Riku, and he wanted to make him feel good. So even though he’d been apprehensive to take such a role at first, he’d submitted in his own way and given in to the other’s wishes. If Riku wanted it, then he would happily oblige.
“Riku-kun…” He breathed the other’s name as he leaned over him, thrusting those fingers just a little deeper and spreading them just the slightest bit. “Riku-kun, hold your legs up a bit.” It was a gentle command, one that Riku obeyed immediately, gazing at Sougo with hazy eyes and biting back the sounds that threatened to escape his lips. Sougo angled his hand differently, searching for that spot inside the other that he knew would make Riku cry out. He had a general idea of where it was, he just had to…
“Ah--!” Riku’s voice cracked in a moan then, a loud, rather lewd sound that Sougo had never heard from the other. Sougo stilled, wide eyes flashing up to meet his partner’s gaze. Riku had a look of shock on his face, a hand pressed against his mouth as if he couldn’t believe he’d just made that sound, either. He fumbled for words for a moment, shivering; “S-Sougo-san, tha—”
Sougo didn’t let him finish though, curling his fingers just so again and brushing that bundle of nerves once more. He smiled, in a soft, slight way, his other hand still and loose around Riku’s length as he continued to finger him, deliberately.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, sensually, but with a hint of disbelief. He hadn’t been particularly confident about this, but with Riku writhing underneath him, face contorted in a look that was undeniably pleasure, he was starting to feel a little more secure. He leaned back a bit for a better view, the heated look in his eyes contrasting with his gentle smile as he let his gaze drift over his partner’s body.
Riku gasped, toes curling, fingers clutching at the bedsheets as he shuddered under the other’s touch. “Y-Yes,” he managed after a moment, voice hitching. “Yes, Sougo-sa—Ah!” He was cut off again as Sougo went back to pumping his cock, moving his hands in sync so the pleasure was magnified. It was almost too much. Riku cried out again, unable to stifle it in time as his back arched against the bed, reflexively.
“S-Sougo-san, please—” Riku gasped those words, but he wasn’t even entirely sure what he was begging for. He could feel himself drawing dangerously close to the edge, and the prospect of release was so tantalizing. Please, was all he could think then. Fuck, please—!
Sougo bit down on his lip, his own arousal straining against his jeans at the sight of Riku so thoroughly overwhelmed. There was the faintest lewd squelching noise as he continued to finger the other relentlessly, fingers moving smoothly now, thanks to the generous amount of lube he’d applied, and the fact that Riku’s hole had relaxed around the intrusion. Before long, he could feel the other clenching around him a bit, see him tense, brow knitting as that pressure mounted inside him.
Riku’s hand flew down to clutch at Sougo’s wrist, desperately, as he thumbed the slit of his cock. The look in the younger man’s face told Sougo all he needed to know.
“I-I’m gonna—”
Riku couldn’t quite get that last word out as he came, hard, voice cracking in a desperate cry, grip tightening on Sougo’s slim wrist. Cum shot across the smooth skin of his stomach, and Sougo pumped Riku’s cock quickly to draw it out, fingers curling inside him. Those violet eyes were wide, as he watched the other unravel, Riku throwing his head back and whining, needily, as his orgasm drew to a close.
For a moment then, there was just the sound of Riku’s panting, the whistle of air in and out of those lungs. Sougo pulled his fingers gently out of the other, massaging the rim just the slightest bit before shifting his body up so he could lean over Riku, both hands braced against the mattress. “Riku-kun,” he breathed, kissing the other’s temple once so those orange eyes fluttered open.
“Sougo-san…”
Sougo nuzzled slightly against the other’s hair, bringing a hand up to cup the curve of his chin, all soft breaths and gentle touches. “How was that?” he asked—perhaps an unnecessary question, considering how hard Riku’s orgasm seemed to have hit him, but… Sougo just wanted to be sure. He drew back a little to meet the other’s gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asked, brow knitting just a little bit, eyes flickering once to the inhaler sitting on the bedside. “Your asthma…”
Riku blinked at him several times, blearily, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend what the other was saying. Was Sougo really worried about his asthma at a time like this? Well, Riku figured he couldn’t blame him—worrying was invariably in Sougo’s nature, and Riku was having a slightly difficult time catching his breath right now, but…
He swallowed, taking one deep breath and holding it for just a moment. “I-I’m okay,” he answered, still rather dazed as he reached up to place a hand over Sougo’s, leaning into the other’s touch. He was flushed up to his ears, and felt his face heat up a little more when he noticed that… Sougo was still fully clothed, despite the fact that Riku was completely naked underneath him, cum drying on his stomach from where he’d been thoroughly worked over. He swallowed roughly, eyes flickering searchingly over the older man’s features.
“I’m okay,” he said again, hesitating for a moment and biting down on his lower lip in embarrassment. “I’m fine, so Sougo-san, I…” His hands ventured downwards, fingers picking at the hem of Sougo’s shirt, the button on the front of his jeans. He could feel the other’s heat even through the thick fabric, and after a moment ventured to move his hand lower, fingers splaying over the bulge of the other’s erection. Sougo inhaled sharply.
Finally Riku managed to force those words out, flushing right up to his ears as he held Sougo’s gaze, determinedly; “I want to touch you…”
Those simple words rattled Sougo’s composure—which he was already hanging onto by a thread, thank you very much. He couldn’t help but have the invasive thought then, that question of really, why would Riku want to do that. Sougo wanted nothing more than to make Riku feel good tonight, and he hadn’t really factored his own arousal into the equation. He bit his lip as Riku held his hand there against his crotch, eyes not leaving Sougo’s as he waited with baited breath for a response.
“Sougo-san…?”
The apprehension in Riku’s voice made Sougo wince a little, finally pulling away to sit back on his heels. Riku propped himself up as well, following him with the beginnings of a protest on his lips, but stopped when Sougo gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled the piece of clothing up over his head. Sougo was pale—a cream color against Riku’s slightly tanned skin—and perhaps just a little too thin, with less muscle mass than Riku despite the younger boy’s sickly nature.
He’d always hated his body, if he was to be completely honest with himself. He saw himself as skinny, and weak—no matter how he’d tried to build up some muscle when he was younger, it’d never seemed to stick. Now as he hovered over Riku, he couldn’t help but flush a little, averting his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the look on the other’s face. But… Well, it wasn’t like he’d expected to go through the entire night without taking his shirt off. He’d have to just deal with his insecurities.
So he looked back at Riku, just in time to see the younger boy sitting up and reaching for him. Sougo’s eyes widened a little when Riku pressed a hand lightly against his chest, caressing the muscle there, a thumb brushing over one pale pink nipple. “R-Riku-kun, what—” Sougo jolted a little in surprise when Riku leaned in to press his mouth against his collarbone, kissing him there once before moving downwards, tongue brushing over his skin. It didn’t feel particularly arousing but it did tickle a bit. Sougo doubled over the other slightly, hands hovering awkwardly above Riku’s shoulders.
“W-What are you doing…?” he ventured to ask after a moment, one eyebrow quirked upwards a bit. He was genuinely confused.
Riku seemed to be trying to put up a confident front when he looked up at Sougo, though the fact that his face was red as a tomato kind of killed it. “I said I wanted to touch you,” he explained. “So that’s what I’m doing…”
Sougo couldn’t help it; he let out a breathy sort of laugh, that brow arching higher in an incredulous expression. “And that means licking me all ov—Nn!” He couldn’t quite finish that sentence as Riku scraped his teeth lightly over one nipple, shooting Sougo a slightly petulant look. At the same time, he palmed the older man firmly through his jeans, making Sougo wince, stomach flipping.
Okay, Sougo thought vaguely, bringing his hands down to clutch at Riku’s shoulders. Perhaps he’d gotten a little ahead of himself. Riku’s hands were working at the front of his pants with alarming speed then, and before Sougo could entirely process what was happening, the younger man had his jeans unzipped and was tugging his boxer-briefs down around his hips.
“R-Riku-kun, you don’t have to…” Sougo trailed off. Didn’t have to what? Didn’t have to touch him? Riku clearly wanted to though, and it wasn’t as if Sougo was going to push him away. What Riku wants is top priority here, he reminded himself vaguely. So if he wants to, then…
He gasped, internal conflict interrupted as Riku tugged that clothing down just a little further, letting his erection spring free. Their hotel room wasn’t particularly chilly, but the air felt cool and jarring nonetheless… At least, until Riku took hold of his length with one hand, the other brushing lightly against the thin white hair at the base. Sougo closed his eyes for a moment, breath hitching just the slightest bit when the other stroked him once, experimentally, far more forward than Sougo was used to.
“Riku-kun…”
Riku didn’t answer; he just swallowed roughly, looking down at the other’s member with a vaguely uncomprehending look, as if he’d never expected for this to actually happen. He could feel his own cock twitching back to life despite how hard he’d come mere moments before. Glancing up at Sougo, he bit his lip for a moment before shifting a little closer so their lengths brushed against each other.
He brought a hand up to slide around the other’s neck, leaning in for a kiss, heated and a little messy. Sougo’s eyes fluttered open, and then he finally, finally managed to make himself move, a hand slinking down between them to take hold of Riku’s wrist.
“Sougo-san…” Riku breathed his name with a slightly confused look on his face as Sougo pulled that hand away, but then Sougo was pushing against him, tongue sliding into his mouth as he guided him back down against the bedsheets, hovering over him. Sougo reached a hand out blindly, fumbling for the item he knew he’d left on the corner of the bedside table until finally he found it. He broke the kiss, pulling back just a bit to rip the condom open and slide it down over his length.
His eyes met Riku’s then, hazy and clouded with unbridled desire Riku had never seen on the other before. As he looked back into Sougo’s eyes though, Riku knew that same desire was reflected in his own. There was a part of him that still couldn’t quite comprehend that this was happening, and he felt his stomach roll with nervousness—not fear, he could never be afraid of Sougo—as Sougo leaned over him, capturing his lips in another desperate kiss.
But despite that nervousness, he knew that he wanted this—he wanted it so badly. Sougo had become a sort of comforting light in Riku’s life in the years since they’d formed I7, something precious and irreplaceable. At first, Riku had mistaken his feelings for the older man for simple admiration, the memory of his brother’s presence throughout his childhood. But those feelings had grown, and changed into something else—no, perhaps Riku had just been misunderstanding himself from the beinning.
Riku tensed just a bit when he felt the other lining up with his entrance; his brow furrowed, and he wrapped his arms around Sougo’s midsection then, fingers splayed against his back. Sougo pulled back slightly, breathing hard against Riku’s lips as he looked searchingly into the other’s eyes one last time.
“Are you sure…?” he asked once more, voice strained.
He had to be sure… He had to be absolutely sure.
Riku let out a breath that might’ve been close to a huff, brow knitting a little as he hiked his legs up higher around Sougo’s waist. “Yes,” he muttered. “You don’t have to keep asking tha—Ahh!”
His gasped, sharply, as the head of Sougo’s cock pushed inside him, stretching him more than his fingers could earlier, enough that it burned just the slightest bit. Riku bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead against the other’s, fingernails pricking at the skin of his back. Oh god…
The sensation was unlike anything he’s ever felt before, and almost overwhelming. Sougo didn’t move for a moment, pressing his lips against Riku’s cheek, giving the other space to breathe, to adjust. He wanted to go slowly—as slowly as Riku needed him to, even if his own body trembled with the effort of restraining himself, of hovering there, unmoving. The other’s walls were hot and slick around the tip of his member, but Sougo wouldn’t allow himself to get lost in this and move selfishly. He wouldn’t…
He swallowed roughly, and moved to breathe against the shell of Riku’s ear. “T-Try to relax,” he murmured. “Tell me when to move, okay?”
Riku couldn’t quite manage a reply at first, too busy trying to do as the other said, to relax and get used to the situation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was likely only several seconds, he turned his head a bit so his cheek brushed against Sougo’s, glancing at the other with hazy, half-lidded eyes. He nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. A silent affirmation; it’s okay.
That was enough to convince Sougo, though he moved slowly, as slowly as he could manage. Bracing himself over the other to get a better angle, he pushed in further, eyes trained on Riku’s face, alert to any change in his expression, any sign that he was in pain. First just the head; in and out, at a languid pace until he felt the other relax a bit and ventured to thrust a little deeper. Whenever he felt that prick of the other’s fingernails on his shoulders, or saw his features contort just a little too much, he paused, breathing hard as he waited for the other to adjust, for those walls to slacken a bit around him.
It was slow-going, but that was fine. Sougo wouldn’t rush this.
He wasn’t exactly used to this kind of movement, but he settled into a sort of rhythm eventually, breathing hard as he rolled his hips slowly, as smoothly as he could. Riku gasped, voice escaping him in soft moans each time Sougo rocked into him, and it wasn’t long before his expression had slackened from discomfort to flushed pleasure. Sougo’s hands slid down Riku’s sides to his hips, and he pulled back a little after a moment so he could angle himself better, venturing to move a little faster when he saw the look on the other’s face.
Sougo’s breathing was a little labored then as he thrust into the other, holding Riku’s hips in place and angling his own so he caught the other’s prostate with each push and pull. The feeling of that slick heat enveloping him was incredible—a million times better than Sougo had imagined. And beyond that, the sight of the other writhing underneath him, those fiery eyes filled with need as they gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes… It was enough to make Sougo’s head spin.
To think he could elicit this sort of reaction from the other, reduce him to such a needy state…
“S-Sougo… san… A-Ah--!” Riku could hardly even get his name out, moaning wantonly when Sougo pushed particularly deep, fingers curling desperately in the bedsheets now that Sougo’s back was out of reach. He’d loosened enough now that he could take Sougo almost to the hilt. Sougo didn’t want to push things, but…
He bit back a groan as he thrust almost all the way in, staying there for a moment, rolling his hips against the other’s instead of pulling out again. The movement made Riku cry out, throwing his head back against the pillow, legs spasming on either side of Sougo’s waist with the pleasure that lanced through him.
Sougo exhaled sharply. “Does it… feel good?” He managed the question between desperate breaths, his stamina not quite up to par for this, though… He didn’t think he was going to last much longer, anyway.
Riku’s response was hardly intelligible, a mess of moans and him desperately calling Sougo’s name; “Y-Ye... Nng! Yes—S-Sougo-sa—Ah!” His voice cracked helplessly when Sougo took hold of his neglected cock, stroking him in time with each roll of his hips, thoroughly, relentlessly.
It was only a matter of time then until one of them came, and Sougo made sure it was Riku who came first. He thrust into the other harder, and faster, letting himself give in and move with a little less restraint. The soft sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout their little hotel room as Sougo finally buried himself to the hilt, over and over, until finally, Riku came undone;
“Sougo-san, I—A-Ah! Sougo!”
The usual honorific was forgotten, Riku calling his partner’s name desperately as he came, hard. His body seized, his walls clenching tight around Sougo as cum spurted out over his hand, and Riku swore he saw stars for a moment, a blinding light as he rode out his orgasm for all it was worth. The feeling of Riku tightening around him, the way he ground his hips up against Sougo’s own, calling his name so loudly, so unrestrainedly… It was enough to send Sougo over the edge as well, and he moaned as he came, breath catching helplessly in the back of his throat.
It was an orgasm unlike any Sougo had had before, the sensation different from when he was on the receiving end of things, though no less powerful. He shuddered as he came down from his high, hips slowly coming to a standstill against the other’s. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to the sight of Riku spent and gasping, a hand pressed against his own chest as he struggled to get his breathing under control.
He didn’t seem quite able to, though.
Sougo couldn’t think for a moment then, couldn’t quite make sense of everything jumbled up in his head. But the way Riku was breathing made him blink, set off some instinct inside him that told him to pay attention, to act.
He pulled out of the other as hastily as he could without being too rough, and scrambled to peel off the condom, tossing it into the trashcan by the bed. Then he located that inhaler sitting on the bedside table, pressing it into Riku’s hands with a concerned look and soft reassurances; “Riku-kun, use it…”
Riku knew better than to protest. Sougo helped him sit up, and then he fumbled to take one, two gulps of that medicine, holding his breath for as long as he could manage. Sougo hovered nervously at his side, eyes sharp with worry and no small amount of guilt, rubbing the other’s back in small, soothing circles until finally, finally, his breathing started to return to normal.
It… It certainly ruined the moment a bit, but then, that wasn’t important right now—the abstract concept of moments.
The first thing out of Riku’s mouth when he was able to speak again was an apology, a sorry so small it was nearly inaudible. Sougo stared at him with wide, incredulous eyes for a moment. What… could he possibly be apologizing for?
“No, I should be the one saying sorry.” Sougo furrowed his brow, averting his eyes for just a moment before looking back at Riku and catching that exhausted gaze. “I-I was too rough. I should’ve held back a little more…” If he hadn’t felt so overwhelmed with guilt, he thought he might’ve felt a little sheepish then; to think he’d lost control like that when he honestly hadn’t expected to enjoy pitching that much in the first place… As it was, though, all he could do was bite his lip, worry flashing in his eyes. “Are you all right? D-Did I hurt you?”
He was afraid of the answer. Hurting Riku was the last thing he wanted…
Riku shook his head almost immediately though, and gave a slight smile—tired, but genuine. “No,” he managed, voice still a little strained. “No, you didn’t! I-I’m fine, Sougo-san, I…” He hesitated, cheeks reddening considerably as he glanced off to the side, flusteredly. “I-It was… really good…”
Sougo bit his lip lightly at that. “A-Are you sure…?” As much as he’d tried to act confident before, he couldn’t help but show that fear of inadequacy a bit. He knew on some rational level that Riku’s asthma acting up wasn’t necessarily his fault, that this might’ve happened no matter what he’d done, but… still, he…
Riku’s features twisted into a frown then, his brow knitting as he caught that guilty look on Sougo’s face, that wrinkle right in the middle of his forehead. He took another deep breath before straightening a little, reaching out to slink one hand around the back of Sougo’s neck. “I’m sure,” he said, voice a little stronger now as he leaned in to bump his forehead against Sougo’s. “I just got a little winded towards the end. It’s not like it’s your fault…”
His gaze caught Sougo’s and held him there, trying to make him understand that he was telling the truth. Sougo pressed his lips together for a moment, not quite buying it, and Riku let out a little huff before nuzzling forward to capture Sougo’s lips with his own.
It was a chaste kiss, slow and gentle, Sougo knitting his brow for only a moment before giving in and melting into it, a hand coming up to run through Riku’s soft hair. He pushed back just a little bit against the other’s lips until they had to break the kiss to breathe, Riku taking especially deep breaths through his nose. Sougo swallowed, watching the other, remembering the way that he… had indeed appeared to be writhing in pleasure right up until the end there.
So… So perhaps it was all right to say he’d… done at least a fairly decent job.
Sougo felt his face heat up, a flush spreading up to the tips of his ears. God… What was he getting all embarrassed now for? He didn’t know. His head was a mess of emotions, and he felt somehow as if he was moving through a dream. As if he couldn’t be sure this had really just happened. Had it?
Not so long ago, he had closed himself off from any and everyone around him, constructed walls brick by brick with careful words and polite smiles. When he’d joined I7, he hadn’t expected to become so close to the members, to come to see them as… as family. He wasn’t sure when, or how exactly, Riku had managed to tear down those walls of his so easily. Perhaps it was his natural charisma, the way he shone so brightly on stage and meant every word that passed his lips… Or perhaps it was the way he wore his heart on his sleeve and never hesitated to approach the others when he was lost—something Sougo himself had never quite been able to do.
But more than that, Sougo thought it was probably because Riku hadn’t given up on him.
He’d never stopped relying on him, and never stopped looking up to him… Even when Sougo had hardly thought himself a decent role model, even when he’d pushed the other away, insisting that he was fine, he was fine, he was fine, he…
Riku hadn’t held that against him.
Riku had even come to love him.
That was something Sougo could hardly fathom, something that made his chest tighten with emotion every time he thought about it, something that honestly amazed him. And though it’d taken him a little bit longer, he’d realized that he loved the other back.
To think that now they were in bed together, Riku’s hands tangling in his hair, Riku’s lips moving against his, it…
It made Sougo happier than he could ever truly put into words.
“So it was good?” he asked softly when the other pulled away, the faintest smile playing on his lips.
Riku caught the look and flushed a little, eyes skittering away before venturing back to the other’s. His lips quirked upwards, embarrassed but indulgent, and he held fast to the other as he moved to lie down, pulling the older man down beside him. He tucked his face into the crook of Sougo’s neck in an attempt to hide the very obvious blush. “Yes,” he muttered, a little exasperatedly. How many times was he going to have to say it? "Yes, Sougo-san, it was good.”
Sougo slid an arm over Riku’s waist, and tilted his head to press his lips against that fiery red hair. “I’m glad.”
The younger idol said something else then, something that was quiet, and muffled slightly against Sougo’s collar. Sougo almost couldn’t make it out. Almost.
His smile widened a little, his eyes softening as he looked down at the boy in his arms. His precious treasure, one of the few things he’d found in life that he knew he would absolutely never let go of, no matter what. Drawing the other just a little closer, and shifting just a bit into a more comfortable position, Sougo closed his eyes and replied;
“I love you too, Riku.”