It was evening, and most students had cleared out, leaving the campus hushed except for a few late-night revisers.
Ruan, buzzing with energy for the upcoming sports event, stuck around after team practice for solo drills. An hour of intense warm-ups and sprints later, he stumbled into the locker room, sweat-slicked and spent.
He yanked open his locker, towel-ruffling his damp hair. Muscles throbbed with that delicious burn, but his mind raced hotter than his body.
Closing the locker, he froze—Akari leaned there, smirking, a chilled water bottle dangling from his fingers.
"Here," Akari purred, offering it with a wickedly sweet smile.
Ruan grinned, relief flooding him. Akari's presence hit harder than any hydration.
"Aren't you gonna take it?" Akari teased, eyes glinting.
Ruan pouted dramatically, voice husky with mock exhaustion. "Your boyfriend's wrecked. Hands are numb. Feed me... please?"
Akari scoffed, turning away. "Guess you're not thirsty then."
Ruan blocked him, tilting his head with puppy-dog eyes. "Please."
Akari burst out laughing—Ruan's pout was lethal cuteness. "Fine, fine."
He nodded to the bench. Ruan dropped onto it. Akari twisted the cap, smirking. "Mouth open—incoming."
"Let's share," Ruan countered, voice low.
"Huh?"
"You thirsty too?"
Before Akari could react, Ruan yanked him onto his lap, stole the bottle, swigged water, and crushed their lips together—hot, wet, urgent. Akari's eyes flew wide as Ruan's tongue teased the cool stream between them.
Ruan pulled back, whispering, "How's that?"
Akari blinked, cheeks blazing, lips parted. "Ruan... campus," he whispered, shy but breathless.
Ruan's hands gripped his waist, hauling him flush. He nodded, smirking at the blush.
"We sh..."
Ruan interrupted with a peck.
"You..."Deeper kiss.
"Ru..."
Ravenous
Akari went still, eyes smouldering with feigned anger. Ruan shrugged innocently. Akari snatched the bottle, gulped water, and dove in, snogging Ruan fiercely, tongues tangling. Ruan growled approval, hands kneading Akari's ass, grinding him closer.
"You started it, big boy," Akari gasped, chest heaving.
"And I'm taking responsibility for it. Quick give me a kiss."
Ruan lunged, but Akari's palm hit his pecs. Face falling, Ruan whined. Akari's finger traced Ruan's jersey-clad abs, dipping teasingly.
"This jersey... good grief, you look sinful. Can't resist grinding on you."
Ruan's eyes darkened. He bit his lip, captured Akari's mouth in a slow burn that exploded, tongues battling, teeth nipping. Ruan devoured his neck, sucking marks, ripping open the shirt to lave hot trails over taut nipples, rippling abs, every inch of quivering chest. His hands shoved down Akari's pants, stroking his hard length with firm, twisting pulls.
Akari whimpered, moaning Ruan's name like a prayer, nails digging into his back. Legs wrapping tight, he bucked into Ruan's grip, slick with sweat and need. Ruan's free hand freed himself, grinding their cocks together in slick friction as he jerked Akari relentlessly—faster, harder—until Akari shattered with a choked cry, spilling hot over Ruan's fist.
Ruan followed seconds later, groaning into Akari's neck, pulsing against him. Lost in their haze, the sun sank, its dying rays piercing the window in fiery streaks, gilding their sweat-drenched skin, highlighting Ruan's flexing biceps pinning Akari down, the glistening trails on Akari's heaving chest, and the raw, possessive hunger in their locked gazes.
The light bathed them like molten gold, turning their frenzy into a sacred blaze. They revelled in the afterglow, bodies tangled and trembling—Ruan inhaling Akari's musky scent, savouring the salty taste of his skin; Akari tracing lazy circles on Ruan's back, drunk on the stretch and fullness of being claimed. Every gasp, every grind had woven them tighter, their love a scorching pulse that left them sated, marked, and craving the next stolen spark.