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[Trip shrugs.

That's it.]

[... Did this guy seriously just shrug at him? He can't tell if that's worse than the previous offers to punch him or not.

Well, the only answer, clearly, is to scowl.]

What?

You're not bad.

[He'd done worse. Is that a compliment? Who knows.]

I'd fuck you. If you could keep up.

Wha--?!

[Somehow, perhaps foolishly, that answer is completely disarming to Rin who sort of...stares. Then goes a similar shade as his hair.

He decides instead to focus on the part of this guy's comment that isn't him saying he'd fuck him.]

W-what the hell do you mean "keep up"?!

Ain't it obvious?

[He shrugged his shoulders casually again. He really is a big guy. Wide chest and shoulders it's almost like he's built like a yaoi game route male interest or something

His lips do twitch a bit into a little knowing smirk though as he looks Rin over again.]

[People who are so direct about this sort of thing unsettle Rin. He can feign confidence pretty well, but when it really comes down to it he is just quite nervous about a lot of things and feeling himself being so obviously eyed up makes something turn over in his stomach. It's not uniformly unpleasant either, he can just tell he's out of his depth. But really though this is part of the territory, isn't it?

But he's also got his pride and competitiveness, so he firms his expression.]

You trying to say I don't look like someone with stamina?

[So he's talking about athletic stamina, big deal--he's still not going just going to accept that insinuation lying down.]

Just because you're fit doesn't mean you can last long enough to keep it fun.

[Trip takes a step forward, hands idly in the pockets of his disgustingly bright plaid slacks before stopping just short of a foot in front of Rin so he can glance down the couple inches of height between them.

Unlike Rin who is feigning his confidence, Trip just oozes it in an overabundant and casual way. Being in the Yakuza will do that to someone. As will being a sociopath, but that is neither here nor there.]

You'd give up. [Despite being pretty neutral in the face the small cocky smirk on his lips makes it pretty obvious he's enjoying himself.]

[In situations like this where one sets up a situation where backing down would equate to losing and losing is absolutely not an option, that basically leaves only one other alternative. It's pretty clear to Rin that if he takes even a partial step back then he's giving ground and he might as well be admitting defeat.

That's a problem with competitive types--determination makes them stupid.

And that's exactly what this guy manages to do with the simplest little comment that would insinuate that Rin wouldn't be up to task in some way. There's a fine line in this case between showing you still have pride and starting on a potentially dangerous path.]

The hell I would! [He straightens his back, trying to make those couple of inches not feel as great as they do as a furious glare flares across his face.] If I said I'd be able to do something then I'd do it!

[ People like Rin were so easy to play.

Trip took that small step forward to make it where the two of them were practically chest to chest, staring down at him as he straightened himself up to his full 6'1. His lips curved into the smallest, almost mocking smile. ]

Wanna prove it?

[ Now would be the time to back down. ]

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[Apparently there is something worse he can do than making ill-advised choices to go to some hotel with a some guy he's just met, and that something is the rude discovery that hanging his head yanked back by his hair like that is...shockingly hot. It's a relatively small gesture comparatively, but it makes Rin's head swim with the heat that's suddenly rushing all around his body and finally culminating in a low shudder that runs down his spine.

And there's this guy talking like that again, blunt and vulgar and just adding to the effect. He swallows again, feeling his throat hitch as the gravity of the suggestion sinks in and he shakes his head.]

Not-- Not here, no... Wherever. But not here.

[In whatever span of time falls between here and getting to the place this dude knows, Rin has got to get it together again. He's getting the feeling to not have a better hold on himself is just going to end in disaster. Or more of one.]

[ He pulled back at that, though his hand on Rin's ass doesn't budge an inch as he turns to start walking down the block.

There were a number of places he could take him, but from how easily his confidence seemed to waver Trip had the perfect place in mind already. Somewhere skeevy as hell that any normal minded person would likely avoid if they knew what was good for them... fortunately for Trip, this particular place looked clean, civil and neat on the outside (much like himself, though most found him intimidating from the sheer width of his muscular chest and wicked glare of artificial blue eyes). It wasn't even that far away and almost didn't even look like a hotel from the outside more than it did a strangely out of place house.

Of course once Trip pushed the door open he was greeted by a pretty much naked woman speaking to him in another language than Japanese. In a matter of words he was holding a key and tilted his head toward the stairs as he looked Rin over again. The scent of perfumes and a colognes heavy in the air. ]

You still want to go? [ Naturally his tone was as bored and casual as before, almost like he wasn't taking the red head seriously to begin with and he'd been humoring his resolve this entire time. ]

[As they walk, Rin can feel his skin prickling all up his back, mostly radiating from the notably placed hand on his ass and the sense that that kind of physical contact is really not what he's used to.

But as far as other things he's not used to go, he gets an even bigger shock from the interior of the place Trip has selected. He has the vaguest sense of what love hotels are like and the procedures for them, but having some general knowledge is never the same as walking through the door. Especially not the woman inside and her state of undress. As a swimmer, there's probably an expectation that he'd be used to exposed bodies, and while that expectation is not untrue there's a very different feeling about bodies on display for sports and bodies that are on display for sexual titillation. Here, it has him averting his eyes rather quickly without knowing where else he should look.

As the question is posed to him, Rin snaps his attention directly back on Trip once more with a look of momentary bemusement on his face before he steels his expression and squares his shoulders back.]

So you're not just deaf, you've got memory problems too?

[He shoves his hands deeply into his pockets then before jerking his head lightly in direction of the stairs.]

Go on. You seem to know your way around after all.

[ Good.

He shrugged his massive shoulders before dismissing the woman who presumably handed him the keys and headed his way up the stairs with his hand finally pulling away from Rin's ass. Despite the raunchy red and barely censored decor the place was actually very clean and neat. Each room of the house labeled with a clean and easy to read plaque with numbers. Of course further down the hall there were couples heading to their rooms with snickering and hushed tones but once the doors closed... eerie silence except for the music playing softly from the stairs below.

Trip walked up to a door pretty nearby, fitting the key into the lock and shoving the door open before motioning for Rin to go inside before him.

Equally clean details were inside the well furnished room; a king sized bed. A sliding door closet and... mirrors. One hung along the wall of the room behind the bed while another equally large one adorned the ceiling above the bed. ]

[The mental preparation for what the inside of a room used almost exclusively for sex didn't quite go far enough so upon stepping cautiously past Trip and inside the room, Rin actually has a bit of a start.

He stops almost mid-stride as he realises the movement he can see out the corner of his eye is...himself. It's his own reflection in the mirrored wall and ceiling.

It's difficult not to be very suddenly get flashing thoughts of what kind of visibility those mirrors would allow and it makes Rin's throat tighten from a reflexive nervousness as he turns back around to face the taller man quickly.]

You--

[He's not even sure what he's trying to say or ask here and it's perhaps clear by the way he opens and closes his mouth without any further speech coming out then, seeming to remember what landed him in this situation, he sets his jaw once again. It's definitely hard to maintain the stubborn tough-guy thing, especially when it's pretty much a blown presentation at this point.]

... So you're pretty used to places like this, huh?

[Well, no-one ever told him in this kind of circumstance smalltalk isn't really necessary.]

[ Once Rin stepped into the room Trip kicked the door closed and turned the lock. Honestly no one just barged into a room at a hotel like this without prior notice, but sometimes and unlocked door could be seen as an invitation and the faux-blond was more in the mood for solo play today.

So he watched Rin look around the room and by the time the teen spun around he was busy undoing the buttons on his atrocious plaid vest. Electric blue eyes half-lidded in a bored expression. ]

I've been to a few. We own this one.

[ His group in the yakuza owned a lot of things in the city, but mostly through his boss's influence rather than Trip or Virus actually seeking to run these types of establishments.

Once his vest was open he discarded it to the floor, walking toward Rin as he slowly slid his suspenders from his wide shoulders. ]

Never been? This one has a good price per hour. [ Though for him it was free. ]

[As Trip moves forward Rin gets the feeling that it's not just that Trip's associates own the establishment, but that Trip owns the space and the very air around them with each passing moment. And all while looking so nonplussed about it. That's actually a bit scary and makes the blood rush around his body from his steadily increasing heart rate.

With his eyes are drawn to the things Trip's hands are doing, especially the way the elastic of the suspenders slide across the muscle contours of his shoulders, Rin wonders what kind of strength a body like that might hold. He wonders this especially considering that he's hardly a petite guy himself.

The longer he watches Trip advance the more it feels like teetering on the edge of some serious drop and having no idea how long the fall is or what's at the bottom, and that sensation has him all inside his head again. Should he be mirroring what Trip is doing? Unzip the front of his sports jacket and work it off his arms and shoulders? How does this guy manage to make him feel completely stunned on the spot so easily? He's so caught up in these thoughts that he almost forgets he's being asked a question back.]

No! [That comes out a bit more defensive than he'd been intending it to.] Do I look like the type of person who'd do this often or something?!

You think that'd be a bad thing? Liking sex isn't bad.

[ He shrugged his shoulders again, fingers now working on loosening his tie as he speaks in his bored and casual tone. ]

Doing it with lots of people keeps it fun. [ But Trip wasn't one for 'relationships', and even fuck buddies bored him after too long. He was much more interested in casual affairs with people who he'd likely never see again, but if he did he wondered if they'd want to fuck him again. He would be lying if he said he didn't like the knowledge that people wanted him.

Once he reaches Rin though and his tie is on the floor he simply reaches over to yank the zipper of the other's jacket down with little care. ]

Take it off.

[Small town boys didn't tend to encounter people like Trip, not even the kind of small town boy who left the small town to new countries and cultures for part of their education. Rin probably had more worldly experience than anyone else in Iwatobi, and he still wasn't prepared for some speaking so candidly about sex.

The slight snapping sensation to his zip makes him glance down, watching the metal tag swing back and forth a few times before he obdientantly reaches a hand up to start to draw the zipper down.]

I never said liking sex was bad... I said I hadn't done something like this before. It feels--[Sleazy is the word he wants to use, but he actually doesn't want to say that about himself nor insinuate it about his present company. While hooking up wasn't high on Rin's to-do list, he actually hasn't given much thought either way to what opinion he should have on people who take part in non-monogamous sex. Maybe he hasn't given it much thought because he's never really been in a position where he'd need to, but the popularised idea is that sleeping around is just kind of slutty and that in and of itself is bad. But then who cares about popular opinion.

He pulls the jacket open, eyes momentarily distracted by the discarded tie upon the floor as he shrugs to push the school team uniform down from his shoulders. Fortunately or unfortunately he had been planning, predictably, to swim which meant he actually hadn't bothered with a shirt beneath the jacket. While on the one hand, that's fairly convenient, on the other it understandably leaves him more than a bit exposed as he drops the jacket to the floor.]

But if that's how you approach this sort of thing than that explains a lot, I guess.

[ Trip's eyes followed the other's hand as the zipper descended, brows raising just slightly once the swimmer's chest was fully revealed and his jacket on the floor.

A little better than he'd thought.

His hands were on Rin then, sliding down his chest and toward the dips of his hips. He made no move to remove the rest of his own clothing as he nudged the red-head back toward the bed. If possible, he was going to hurry this along just a bit and hopefully keep his clothes on the entire time. Not that he was ashamed of his body, but there were some things that kids like this one didn't need to see. Like very obvious tattoos that he got when he was accepted into the yakuza. ]

I like sex. [ It was simple enough to him. Sex was fun and being someone who was on a constant search for 'fun' he did it a lot when he was bored, much like now, when his not-twin wasn't around to follow. ] When it's fun.

[Apparently if you blink you'll miss someone like Trip move; once his hands are undeniably on Rin's body though it makes a surprised breath catch in his throat. It also doesn't take too terribly much to have him backing up, feet stumbling over each other a bit until the backs of his knees hit the corner of the bed and make Rin buckle.]

Woah--!

[It's a fairly unceremonious flop-sit onto the edge of the bed for him, one hand braced behind him on the mattress to keep him upright as he looks up at Trip. If someone likened Rin to a shark right now then they'd probably be wondering where that comparison came from; he's nothing like a predator in this moment.

However the difference in perspective this angle makes is not lost on him and it simply amplifies the experience of contrasting size to him. There is a moment though where he gets to really look at Trip properly through a gap in the nerves of inexperience and draw in the fact that he is very attractive. And somewhat scary in the level of blasé confidence he presents.

Depsite this, Rin doesn't want to come across as passive or some shrinking violet--he has agreed to this after all--so he reaches his hands forward, albeit tentatively, to hook his fingers into Trip's belt to give a small tug. It's a tiny gesture, but it's a step even if he's certain Trip doesn't need even the smallest bit of encouragement here.]

... What counts as fun sex to you?

[ The fingers curled in his belt did more than just encourage him (not that he needed it). It made him see Rin in a slightly more serious light and while the other was all big talk before he seemed to have mellowed out a little...

Trip decided to fix that and brought himself closer, shifting one leg onto the bed to shorten the already small distance between them to half-sit on the swimmer's lap, though he was sure not to put much of his weight onto him. ]

Rough.

[ He really wasn't that talkative, but in the bedroom he could stand to open up a little more... verbally, anyway. His hands returned to Rin's body, one sliding down his chest as the other moved to slide into red hair so he could yank it back again. Exposing his throat so he could lean in and suck on the flesh of his neck where his jaw connected.

He spoke against his skin between bites and licks, his tone a tad deeper but still oh-so-casual. Slowly shifting his weight forward to push Rin back against the bed. ]

I want to break you.

[If Trip was aiming to shake Rin up again then he succeeds amazingly. The initial single-word reply makes his eyes go wide. What's unsettling is the ease with which Trip answers and how slowly it feels like he's moving. Rin's not sure if it's in his own head or if the movement really is going at such a leisurely pace until the fingers touch his chest. It probably shouldn't, but the contact makes him jump more than Trip's answer, but before he could catch up to real time and answer (though he does take a breath as if he's about to) the grasp in his hair happens and--

There's that feeling again as his head is pulled back and the teeth graze his neck--the feeling that makes Rin's heart pound harder in his chest and the sensation of heated blood rising to the surface of his skin all over his body as he stares directly up at the ceiling from the angle his head has been forced into.

Rin does grit his teeth a little to hold in a few strained breathes that otherwise might have edged their way to being moans as Trip's mouth works at his neck, unwilling willing to let himself go so soon. He can acknowledge that what Trip is doing is a clear turn on, but what Rin absolutely refuses to do is let himself think right now is that he might like it a little rough too, especially with his fairly limited scope of experience. It not only seems like something he shouldn't want, but already he's not sure his level of rough and Trip's are the same at all.

And the very next thing the older man says just confirms that concern and makes his body tense again, though differently to before. Trip probably could do exactly that if he wants to, but that doesn't stop Rin from trying to lock his elbows down against the mattress to resist being pushed back and glaring over his cheekbones at the shape of Trip's back in lieu of his face.]

Tch! I won't break!

[ It took some effort not for Trip to roll his eyes at his reply. As almost childishly stubborn as Rin sounded, that was what actually made this interesting. Trip knew in time he would break him; pound him into the bed until his entire body arched and his toes curled desperately into the sheets... it was inevitable with everyone he'd been with. Well, except for one person, but they didn't count.

His mouth trailed down his neck then, lips trailing into the dips of his collarbone before continuing to kiss and nip at his skin as he slid down his chest. The hand on Rin's chest brushing over one of his invisible nipples before moving down him quickly so he could cup his cock through the fabric of his pants as Trip's mouth reached his navel. He paused there to dip his tongue in before pulling back... hand undoing the button of the swimmer's pants before he leaned in to use his teeth to slowly pull down his zipper. ]

[Somehow Rin had been expecting more resistance, to have to use more force to keep himself propped up like that. When it turns out Trip decides to take a different route it's a bit surprising. But Trip's mouth leaves heat on his skin the way sound leaves echoes in empty enclosed spaces, and every new point of contact making his body tense then shiver deeply. It's sort of, he realises, like breath-training and the pleasant burn of holding his breath to keep in sounds turns out to not be an unfamiliar sensation. That, however, does sort of come to very little when Trip's hand moves between his legs.

All right, for all the obvious bravado that makes Rin jump and let out an entire lungful of a gasp before snapping his jaw shut again sharply. There's really no way to hide swiftly growing hardness with someone palming your dick and Rin knows it, even through--]

W-wait! There's--!

[... It's not like he forgot this or anything, but he hadn't been planning to let someone get into his pants today either. So if the plus of him intending to swim was that he had nothing on under his shirt the downside is the legskins which are illegal in professional swimming tournaments, and Rin should know that he has on under his pants, which he is certain are not going to go unnoticed.

He glances off to the side, his shoulders hunching slightly as he scowls at nothing in particular and mumbles a low excuse.]

...I said, I'm on the swim team. So I was going to-- That is, I don't always wear those. Under my clothes, I mean. I wasn't expecting... to do this.

[Honestly, he's not Haru or anything. Just because that weirdo wears his swimsuit every day doesn't mean Rin does. Except for today. It's just a coincidence.]

[ What sort of loser didn't change into their swimsuit at the pool? Not that Trip cared much for swimming (though he did have the muscle structure for it, just not the practice) so maybe people did wear them under their clothes when they expected to swim. Either way, while it was kind of strange, he didn't actually care much.

Until he started pulling Rin's pants down and noticed just how long the swimsuit was. He'd seen legskins before in magazines and on tv in passing, but he didn't think people actually wore the things.

Whatever. It didn't matter, actually it gave him an idea. So rather than even comment on it or seem put off by it anymore than just a raise of his eyebrow he simply leaned in to press his mouth against the swimmer's dick, sucking and nibbling at him through the tight fabric of his swimsuit. ]

[This is utterly mortifying and it only feels worse the more obvious it is that his swimsuit just...doesn't really stop. But even if there's not much to do about it in this exact moment, it doesn't help Rin feel any less embarrassed, especially was he catches Trip's brow arching.

He would not have guessed what the taller guy was going to do until it's too late though, and he would never have expected someone's lips and tongue against his cock to feel like that.]

Ahh--!

[The heat of Trip's mouth against the restrictive material makes him jump, backing up slightly against the mattress as every single muscle in his body feels like its contracting under a wave of intense electric heat which eventually, quite predictably, centers between his legs. The situation has never arisen for someone to suck him through his swimsuit before, and something about it feels pretty disgraceful. It's enough to make Rin try and hide his furiously red face behind a hand and muffle the low moaning sounds he starts to make.]

[ Rin's reaction was exactly what Trip had been trying for, but he didn't stop to tease or make a jab at him. No, he was far too into what he was doing in that moment to care much.

Slowly he shifted closer, a strong hand lifting the teen's leg to rest it over one of his wide shoulders before sliding back down to grope at his thigh and ass. This kid really was built like an athlete and the more Trip touched him the more he felt like he'd be able to give him a good time after all. His lips didn't leave Rin's cock, tongue rubbing against him even more intently once he noticed the reactions he was getting. It didn't take long for Trip to get into it... a suck at the tip, a nibble where he could feel his shaft meet the base. The slight dip lower to kiss and trace his tongue along the shape of his balls.

Trip actually enjoyed oral, as little as he preformed it. There were countless ways to shake it up and keep it interesting. Plus the amount of control that usually came with it made him even harder. It was a power play when he did it and getting it himself fell short of that sort of satisfaction he got from giving it. ]

Hmn... You want to take them off yet? [ He murmurs against him, his casual tone actually contaminated with a hint of want now. ]

[If Rin were to ever admit to having an experience like this one before (which he would not be rushing to do) then he'd never be able to claim it was anything like this at all.

The hand that had been covering his mouth moves upward at some point to cover his eyes instead. He's entirely too embarrassed to watch Trip's mouth working over the shape of his hard cock straining beneath the tight material too closely, but ever time he catches a glimpse between his fingers it makes Rin's body shudder and his teeth grit before closing his eyes tightly and arching his back.

There may indeed be some implications for some about the acts of giving and receiving oral pleasure, but none of the derogatory connotations connected to being called things like a cocksucker seem to apply to Trip here at all; he's anything but weak or sissified here and if anything it's Rin who really and truly feels dirty already here.

He certainly feels Trip speak before he really hears what he's saying, and when he does he instinctively holds his breath to make sure he doesn't miss anything. Swallowing heavily, it actually seems like a very practical move to peel out of his legskins now--if this goes on like this then there's going to be a real mess to clean up. Shifting back slightly, Rin moves his hands to his own hips to slip between the tight black material to push it down and away from his skin, pausing momentarily as his fingertips reach the middle of his upper thigh.]

I never said I wouldn't take the off...

[It's a very feeble contrary point, but it's mostly to keep himself out of his own head while he's hesitating. If he pushes a little more down then he really will be putting himself entirely on display, not just the teasing hint of the base of his hard dick showing through with the head still trapped beneath the black material. He has come this far though and giving a short huff he struggles free, giving a low sigh from the pleasure at his groin being so tightly restricted before working on getting at least one leg free for now.]

You just seemed kinda eager, that's all.

[ Once one of his legs was bare Trip threw it back over his shoulder to lean back down to his previous object of attention. His lips tracing over the other's shaft with fleeting touches before his hand came up to steady his erection so he could take him into his mouth without hesitation. Lips pushed slowly towards the base before he slowly began to pull back with a long, firm suck. Once he reaches the tip again he swirls his tongue against the head, teasing at his glans and the sensitive slit to taste him. Then he dived back down to repeat the action again. And again.

Until eventually his hand moves to hold Rin down by his hip so he could adjust the position of his neck enough to slowly take him back into his mputh--but much farther that time. His throat relaxing so he could pull him deeper until his lips met the red-head's base with a low groan of deep satisfaction. ]

[That sort of thing shouldn't be possible for someone to do with their mouth... It doesn't even really occur to Rin to wonder just how many times someone would need to suck someone else off to allow them that kind of ability because it's too distracting to have it being done to him, plain and simple.

It's probably a good thing that Trip's grasp goes to Rin's hips when it does since despite the sensation already feeling maddening and heated, when Rin feels that groan around his cock and how far down Trip's lips have gotten, he can't clear his thoughts enough to stop his hips from jerking forward. He can't hear his own voice now, doesn't remember when he moved a hand to twist his fingers into Trip's hair, and doesn't have the kind of awareness that suggests that thrusting forward while someone is deep-throating isn't necessarily well received by everyone and in some cases would even count as very bad sexual etiquette. It doesn't occur to him until a moment too late, as he bites down on his own lip and tries to regather his thoughts through the haze of the pleasure, that he perhaps should have tried to control his rolling hips more.]

[ The thrusts were a little annoying, but honestly he'd expected them. The way Rin had been responding to his efforts through the fabric of his swimsuit had been proof enough that this sort of thing didn't happen to him often. That and as Trip gave him another firm suck before pulling back and licking his lips he considered the options in front of him.

He could get him off now and then take him with all of the added sensitivities of post-orgasm with the bonus of possibly getting him off again, or he could hold off and make him squirm with desperation before fucking him to completion... or he could do a bit of both.

Fingers wrap around Rin again, stroking over him slowly as Trip leans down again to trace his tongue along him. Starting with his base before tracing a vein along his underside before sliding his tongue against his slit to taste him. It's then than his actions take a slow, grueling pace. Focusing on just barely touching the sensitive tip with his lips and tip of his tongue.

Despite this he knows he won't have the patience to do this for long so his other hand moves to cup and fondle Rin's sack. ]

[Somewhere out there, someone might have thought performing fellatio like this would be an excellent form of torture and that is sort of how Rin is feeling when Trip shifts the pace and the level of focus on particular areas of his cock.

By this point, he does manage somehow to get the bucking of his hips under control, at least relatively speaking. It's a whole lot of willpower and one hand grasping desperately into the sheet, but he manages it. What he doesn't manage to stave off is the way his body shudders down heavily each time Trip's tongue swipes across the slit of his cock. And he definitely doesn't manage to disguise the way his body reacts to the attention given to his balls as the fingers in Trip's hair tighten quite sharply and his back arches him upward. There's absolutely no mistaking the feeling of heat building somewhere just below his abdomen and the longer this goes on the more Rin knows exactly where this will end up.]

A-ahh...! D-don't! That's going to--!

[ It looks like he won't have to do this as long as he thought. Good.

Trip wasn't very good at teasing, honestly. At least not in his own mind; he had very little patience for the act and while it made for some fun foreplay for awhile he usually grew tired of it quickly... unlike his counterpart Virus who could drag it out forever. Something that when Trip was on the receiving end of he hated. This doesn't stop his hands from rolling and stroking over Rin's balls as the hand around the teen's cock starts to rub and pull him faster, though, by any means. His lips and tongue teasing over the tip of him--any raised skin receiving attention from his tongue and the softest catch of teeth. Careful not to cause him any pain or scrape him.

After another couple of tugs and one more lick against his swollen tip he takes it between his lips to suck hard and swallow him back down into the heat of his mouth with a very intentional hum. ]

[The hands and mouth and teeth around the most sensitive and responsive area of his body definitely take its toll on Rin. It's definitely not a bad thing, but he'd never really thought that physical stamina and sexual stamina were not entirely the same thing. So it's not exhaustion that's getting to him, it's the swiftly approaching knowledge that at this rate he really is going to blow his load right into Trip's mouth. And while there's a degree of uncertainty about that, there really come a point where self-control is completely out of the question for Rin with things as they are.

The teeth against his skin really does have a very particular effect as Rin twists a hand into the sheets and curls his body forward, no longer able to quiet the noises as he bows his head down close to Trip's. The heavier, deeper sucks are where Rin's breath really does start to become ragged, the hand in Trip's hand dropping to grasp the back of his neck instead as his chest rises and falls in quick session, but in the end its the vibration caused by the soft hum that undoes him.

There's no time or mental clarity to give a direct warning, just the way Rin's body momentarily goes entirely still, every muscle taut and tense, and his previously ragged breathing halted. It only lasts a split second, and then he shudders heavily, a loud groan escaping his lips as his head tilts back and his nails drag against Trip's neck then down grasp onto his clothed shoulder as he cums intensely. Trip's very good with his mouth and Rin's simply not had that done to him before, there was no way it wasn't going to feel mind-blowing to him; such is the way of teenagers and their early orgasms induced by others, after all.]

[ His orgasm is well received despite Trip not caring much for the taste it leaves in his mouth. Through Rin's pleasure he just continues to lick, suck and hum around him, hand on his balls fondling him through the rough wave of his orgasm without any hesitation or pause after the initial swallow. Even the deep scratch on his neck doesn't make him falter.

Once the other's body is back to a trembling mass of spazzing muscles he slides his lips off of him with a wet pop, licking any residue of him from his lips before pulling back to look at him before just placing a quick peck to the swimmer's panting lips above him. Almost mocking in a 'good job' kind of way. ]

My turn.

[ He felt like he'd waited long enough and he shifts up into a standing position, hands working over his belt as he jersey his head toward the nightstand. ]

Get the lube.

[The whole experience is far from unpleasant for Rin, but the immediate aftermath has him panting for breath and his eyes closed as if doing so might shield him from the reality of having let someone he doesn't even know do something like that to him. Trip's kiss, therefore, is incredibly well-timed and draws Rin away from any hope of actually hiding his own shame behind closed eyes as they blink open in surprise when Trip's lips brush his own. It should really be an act on the lower end of his concerns, but for whatever reason that kiss makes his cheek burn all open again and his stare widen as his mouth wordless opens and closes.

There's definitely no ambiguity about what is expected next, and it's undoubtedly what had occurred to Rin earlier when he'd been mouthing off so carelessly, but that all seems very far away now, as does the distance between the edge of the bed where Rin's sat and the nightstand. As he's temporarily distracted by the way Trip's hands move and loosen his belt, Rin's mind wanders to how embarrassing it's going to be to crawl across the bed in his state while Trip remains mostly clothed. Being coy now though seems quite absurd, even to Rin. So with a low tch!-sound he first lowers his eyes then turns to shift up the bed a ways, an arm extending to the nightstand to grasp the bottle before leaning back to offer it to Trip, avoiding eye-contact for now.]

Here.

Finger your ass with it.

[ Honestly Trip still wasn't 100% sure this kid had done anything like this before, but this was one way to sort of test it. If he'd done it he might be able to relax and use his own fingers accordingly, if he hadn't then maybe he'd give Trip a weird look that he'd get to laugh at.

But in all honesty? Trip just wanted to watch him try and prepare himself for him. Delve his fingers in deep and try to pry himself open. He wasn't like Virus who used it as an act of foreplay (and he'd likely step in whether Rin agreed to do it or not at some point), but he did like the thought of the other's face going bright red as he worked himself for the inevitable penetration of Trip's cock.

Which was actually rather large if the bulge in the front of his viciously plaid pants was to be believed. ]

Wha--?!

[Before hearing that command (because it definitely is a command, no doubt about it), Rin might have said that the idiom about time stopping was just an exaggeration, but now he knows what it means; it does feel like time stopping. It's not the first time he's done what he's being told to do now, but never in front of anyone, especially not with the clear implication that he's going to be watched while doing it.

His grip on the bottle tightens instinctively as he pulls his outstretched arm back and heavily considers this. It's embarrassing--humiliating even--but it's not something he outright doesn't want to do, and that awareness is quite startling to him and ignites his cheeks even more.

With a sharp, disgruntled-sounding click of his teeth, Rin shifts to settle himself at a more comfortably angle on the bed, his knees drawn up in some kind of failed attempt at modesty as he dribbles a steadily line of the lube onto his fingers.]

... I hadn't figured you for that kind of pervert.

[Of course, he wouldn't really know what he was expecting Trip to be into in contrast, but if nothing else it's Rin's attempt to not come across as nervous as he is while slipping his hand down between his legs. This is, after all, what they came here for...

But even with that knowledge pulsing loudly in his head, Rin still hesitates, hand poised with his ring and forefinger resting on the curve of each ass cheek and his middle finger positioned but paused from making direct contact with the tight ring of muscle it's hovered over. He even feels a large, wet drop of lube drip from his finger, partly slipping down the skin of his ass, but mostly falling on the bedsheet underneath him.]

Really? I told you on the street that I'd fuck you.

[ Are you really surprised, Rin? ]

If you want me to do it I won't be gentle.

[ For emphasis he lifted his leg back onto the bed once his pants were undone, zipper down just enough to show the dark red of his underwear as he watched him with his bright blue eyes. Because honestly, he didn't care about Rin's well-being after all of this was done and he already expected to walk out of the hotel when they were finished and never see the red head again.

Unless this turned out to be even more fun than it was initially. Then maybe he'd seek him out again in the future. ]

[Rin's eyes flit back and forth between Trip's eyes and the flash of red that's been revealed within Trip's slacks, though he wills himself not to be backed off under the stare. Maybe it's some kind of game with the looks and the vaguely threatening comments to rattle Rin's cage, and so far it's been working, but Trip's quite right about there being absolute transparency here.

He has to try and collect his thoughts, despite being out of his depth and with someone who clearly knows that, there has to be some way to counter the feeling of embarrassment with something else. For a second, he does catch Trip's eye again and this time holds it as he swallows heavily and steadies himself with a deep breath. It's a physical activity; he can do that no problem. And he's not afraid of challenges or competing with someone, he just has to channel that in a different way now. It fail incredibly, though he doesn't have much to lose.]

I heard you... I meant I didn't know you were the kind who liked to watch.

[Holding that eye contact, Rin slowly lowers one leg to give a somewhat clearer view of his hand between his leg, his lubed fingertip rolling steady circles over the puckered entrance of his ass as he angles his head to stare at Trip over his cheekbones.]

... Tell me how you'd do it. [Even with his heart pounding hard in his chest and his hand trembling ever so slightly as he starts to work the tip of his finger against the tight ring of muscle, pausing to give a small hiss between his momentarily gritted teeth as he pushes a little deeper.] You said you wouldn't be gentle if you were doing this... So tell me what you'd do.