Titolo: afternoon delight
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Sousuke/Nagisa
Genere: fluff, slice of life
Avvertimenti: pwp, future fic, in inglese, crack pairing
Parole: 1412
Note: Proud to be the most boring person in the universe tbh *se li coccola* also come al solito faccio cagare con i titoli e vbb oh.
Questa è per la seconda settimana del COW-T, M2, col prompt "armonia".

The only color he can see is a dark shade of brown, sunlight barely filtering through the fibers of a cloth tied around his head. And on that canvas, the tiniest hints of movement can be caught, yet he squints anyway, with a sharp curiosity for what is going on right in front of him.
But there's a reason why Nagisa blindfolded him. There's a reason why he is sitting on Sousuke's lap, drawing slow invisible figures on his chest with his own fingers, while he rolls his ass down to make Sousuke feel the space between his cheeks slide back and forth along his dick, to feel it harden and to make Sousuke push his hips upwards out of frustration while his hands grasp at Nagisa's hips. Maybe to follow the movement, maybe to impose a pace, but Nagisa keeps moving slow, very slow, while ghosting his lips on Sousuke's and pulling back at the last moment to make the other groan with the hunger growing from those kisses he missed.
There's not a specific reason he's doing this, either. Sousuke did nothing wrong to be punished by having sex withholded from him despite having Nagisa right there, grinding down on his cock.
"Nagisa..." he almost growls, planting his fingers into the smaller man's skin. There's no reason why this should keep going, and yet Nagisa smiles, pressing a little kiss on his boyfriend's forehead.
"Do you want me, Sou-chan?" He sings, softly, rubbing the palms of his hands against the warmth of Sousuke's wide chest, and teasing the perky nubs on each pectoral with his fingers.
Sousuke could do whatever he wanted. He could force Nagisa to flip and crawl on top of him, could grab his wrists and push them above his head to gain control, he could get every kiss that was denied from him, he could spread Nagisa's pale thighs and dive right into his warmth without anything to stop him. His hands are not tied.
But the only thing he does is, his fingers clench a little bit more into Nagisa's skin until pale circles appear around the tips of his fingers. Such is the desperation of his arousal as Nagisa begins rubbing himself faster and more vehement down against him. Like it was a test.
"Yeah, I want you, but do you want me?" He hums, before lifting from the mattress a little and beginning to graze his teeth softly against Nagisa's chest and then latch onto a nipple, teasing it, harassing it with his tongue and lips and teeth again.
"Sou-chan..." Nagisa sighs, lightly shaken by a shiver that bolts up his spine and explodes in his chest with a wave of heat, spreading across his face and neck. And then finally he opens his eyes, looking down at the blindfolded face of his man, before resting his hands on those holding his hips and gently removing them, only to whisper, "in a bit."
The muscles on Sousuke's thighs twitch. Nagisa did this before, on other occasions, always delaying the moment they would fit one another like pieces of a puzzle. Sousuke knows satisfaction is going to come. And yet his fists clench into the sheet, while he sighs at the stimulus against his cock resuming slow, methodical. Nagisa goes on rubbing his denim-covered ass right into the swollen lump of Sousuke's boxers, providing continuous rushes of blood down to it, until it becomes as hard as it can get, and only then does Nagisa hum and smile, kissing Sousuke's cheek. His voice is the only thing Sousuke has.
"Do you want to see me?" He asks, very softly, while lifting his waist so that Sousuke loses that contact as well.
"Yeah," Sousuke murmurs, and licks his lips. "Yeah."
"Okey-doke," Nagisa says with a happy chirp, and right after the almost complete darkness gets replaced by a bath of light surrounding the lithe yet quite healthy frame of his boyfriend's body. However, Nagisa almost doesn't let him see again, as he crawls forth and drops a gentle kiss onto Sousuke's lips, rubbing the palm of his hand onto the other's thigh. He kept his hair quite short, yet his curls are all over the place - as usual. That's his look now, wild and explosive as his personality's always been, and today a choker surrounds the smooth form of his neck, which pairs nicely with the black of his comfortable, cotton t-shirt.
"Why are you so cute?" Sousuke mumbles, sliding a hand down Nagisa's backside, targeting his soft, round ass.
"Am I?" Nagisa hums, trying his damned hardest to not look away.
"Yeah," Sousuke replies, holding a smirk back. He knows just how much that wouldn't help with making Nagisa realize how charming everything about him really is, if he thought he was being made fun of.
"Yeah?"
"You're cute," Sousuke repeats, sliding a hand behind Nagisa's neck, and then pulls him in for a long, lazy kiss while inhaling the other man's scent. So sweet still. Adulthood did not take that away from him. Nor did it take his innocence.
The way he crawls into Sousuke's lap again, purring, the way he undresses, slowly, the way he lowers down on Sousuke until he's all sheated in his warm, soft insides, the way Nagisa lets out tiny wails and bounces and nervously closes his eyes with little tense twitches of his forehead - the way he holds onto Sousuke's shoulders as pleasure builds up within both of them, forgetting the details, the way his voice raises with each thrust, the way he sighs and his voice breaks when he comes all over Sousuke's stomach– none of it is anything short of innocent. Not when his pleasure appears so honest on his face, and so natural. Nothing appears impure or malicious about that.

He stills, for a second or two, while Sousuke grabs a tissue to clean himself up, and leans into Sousuke's embrace as both of them relax, fingers tangling with fingers and lips meeting in little open mouthed kisses until Sousuke finally does roll and dominates the other's smaller body, with a hand brushing up and down Nagisa's thigh. The other's smile widens, as his fingers trail along Sousuke's jaw line, and then he pulls him in for a tight, sweaty hug with a content hum vibrating between them. Sousuke's voice does follow suit, almost without him realizing it, as if he was too used to realize it, joining in with Nagisa's voice to sing their peaceful moment in an imperfect harmony.
"Let's get up, yeah?" Sousuke finally mutters, rubbing the palm of his hand up and down Nagisa's ass and then slapping it once, which makes the other grumble lazily.
"Mh, no. Wanna cuddle a little bit longer."
"Come on, I'm hungry."
"You can eat me, Sou-chan," Nagisa replies without even bothering to sound seductive.
"I'd love to, but I want to eat something of substance," Sousuke says, alluding to Nagisa's thinness with an amused smirk. Finally Nagisa does loosen his arms and lets go of him, with his lip sticking out in a pout. Which, as always, looks entirely too adorable to be an actual expression on a person's face. It compels Sousuke to drop a kiss on Nagisa's cheeks, before dressing up again and going to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. It's already late, but his stomach won't let him sleep if he doesn't eat something. After a few minutes, thin arms wrap around his body, and he senses Nagisa's head leaning on his back, over his shoulder blades. Nagisa sure grew up a lot between high school and university. Previously, his head would have gotten lower on Sousuke's back.
"Can we watch a movie later?" Sousuke finds himself sighing when Nagisa asks him that. It's still so hard, telling him no.
"I'm tired, Nagisa."
From behind him a disappointed groan vibrates against his spine, but then it's followed up by an "okay."
"But tomorrow it's Saturday. We can do whatever you want," Sousuke adds, glancing over his shoulder to meet a glimmer in Nagisa's eyes.
"Oh, cool!" The latter replies, with a wide happy grin that makes Sousuke's chest tighten slightly as if his heart had gotten bigger and upset the functions of his whole system for a moment. He turns around again looking at the miso soup while mixing it, and relaxes under Nagisa's hold until a smile gradually settles on his features, without letting him notice.