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Rin figures he’ll have the rest of the evening to himself.
The NEL games were over, and PXG had gone undefeated—undefeated. He was the top scorer worth over 200 million, and yet the weight of it felt strangely muted as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder and headed home, having just been dropped off at a nearby bus stop. A week-long break stretched ahead of him, but instead of relief, there was only a hollow hum in his chest.
When he arrives at the house, Rin isn’t surprised to see the driveway empty. His parents' shared car was gone, the house dark behind its windows. He stands there for a moment, exhaling softly into the warm evening. Of course. He fixed his bag, pulling the strap tighter before stepping inside.
The quiet greeted him like some kind of old companion because he was so used to it. His footsteps echoed lightly on the floor as he made his way to the kitchen, already anticipating what he’d find. Sure enough, on the island was a covered bowl, condensation fogging the edges of the plastic wrap. A small note was propped against it, the familiar handwriting stiff and simple:
“Rin, here’s some ochazuke if you get hungry. Warm it up before eating. Me and your father watched some of your games. We’re so proud. Congratulations!”
His eyes skimmed the words, and for another moment, he stood there, holding the note between his fingers. The gesture didn’t carry the warmth or understanding he’d craved when he was younger. His parents had always struggled with him, their words awkward, their presence fleeting. They had never really known how to handle him, or maybe they just didn’t try hard enough to understand.
Rin set the note back down, his face unmoved. The ochazuke, his favorite, wasn’t a revelation. It wasn’t love, not the kind he needed, but it was something. Something to eat later when the hunger gnawed at him.
With a quiet breath, he turned away, leaving the bowl untouched for now.
Sae was probably somewhere in Europe or America, opening for a high-profile fashion show now that she was of age. She wasn't exactly halfway across the world, but far enough that she might as well be. That was her life now, runways, flashing lights, and adoring crowds.
He remembers when her career had first taken off. Sae had been scouted when she was barely in her teens, her striking features and natural presence catching the eye of the right people at the right time. At first, it was just small gigs in Tokyo—local teen magazines, department store campaigns—but it didn't take long for her to outgrow Japan. She was barely fifteen when she had packed her bags and left for Spain, drawn by its strong modeling industry and opportunities Rin couldn't even begin to imagine.
The house had felt emptier without her, and it was like a piece of Rin was missing.
Even now, he thought about her more than he let on. Whenever a magazine featuring her landed in the mailbox, Rin would flip through it, scrutinizing the photos as if they could tell him how she was doing. When he’d been confined to Blue Lock’s walls, he’d occasionally pull up her interviews on his tablet late at night, trying to keep up with her life from a distance.
She didn’t come home as often as he wanted. Their worlds felt too far apart—hers filled with fashion capitals and photographers, his consumed by football fields and grueling matches. And yet when they did get in contact, Sae was still Sae, the supportive sister who had told him once, in her typical blunt way, “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, Rin. Just do what you do best.”
That memory lingered, even now. As much as Rin tried to keep up with her, he always wondered if she tried to keep up with him too, or if her life was just too busy to look back all the time.
The floorboards creaked under his shoes softly as Rin made his way through the house, his mind elsewhere. He's three steps up the staircase when a faint sound, almost too soft to notice, pulls him out of his reverie. Light steps descended the stairs, and Rin glanced up, his brain lagging behind what his eyes were seeing.
He froze.
“Oh.” Both he and Sae spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping.
Sae stands a few steps above him, her hand resting on the banister. Her bangs weren't pushed back like they usually were. Rin blinks, his gaze lingering on her face before it drops, taking in the sight of her. She was only wearing his PXG jersey, the dark and faded blue dominated fabric unmistakable. It hung off her smaller frame, the oversized sleeves almost brushing against her forearms, the hem falling just above her mid-thigh.
Faded blue knee-high socks clung to her legs, the tops striped in white and red that matched the lines on the front. The contrast between the blue of his jersey and the vibrant stripes on her socks drew his attention to her legs, making them seem longer, and Rin’s stomach flipped, his brain faltering.
Sae tilts her head slightly, her expression flat as she stares at him, seemingly unfazed by the unexpected encounter. There was no hint of shyness, no flicker of surprise, just her usual composed expression as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Rin’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words, thoughts—eluded him entirely.
He felt as if his brain was short-circuited. He hadn’t seen Sae since his last break after the U-20 match.
He didn’t know what to focus on: the familiar jersey, the unexpected intimacy of seeing it on her, or the fact she was actually standing there before his eyes. It all made his heart stutter.
“Thought I heard you come in. Got tired of waiting in your room,” Sae says, her voice smooth and even. Letting her hand fall from the banister, she runs her fingers through her red hair, the loose strands slipping over her shoulder. Rin’s eyes caught on her nails—painted the same shade of blue that matched the tones of his jersey. “Welcome home.”
Rin finally remembered how to breathe, though his voice came out rougher than he intended. “Nee-chan? Why are you—” He gestures vaguely at her outfit, his usual sharpness dulled by the storm of emotions rushing through him.
Sae glances down at herself, then back up at him, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she takes fake offense by arching a brow. “Does it not look good on me or something?”
Rin swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry as he stumbles over his words. “N-No! No, it looks… it looks good on you,” he manages to say, his voice uncharacteristically coarse as a faint flush crept up his neck. His typical collected demeanor was nowhere to be found, leaving him standing there, completely at a loss. “Really fucking good,” he adds, rougher and quieter this time.
His cold and uncaring mask falters every single time he's in the presence of Sae without fail. Doesn't matter when or where. He could feel the cracks immediately forming, the practiced indifference slipping through his fingers like sand. It was always like this with her, she unraveled him without even trying, stripping away the stoic front he showed the rest of the world. Around her, the sharp edge to his personality diminishes, his walls crumble, and he doesn't even care.
He was weak to her, and he knew it. She knew it. He embraced it. The thought didn’t shame him, it never had, never will. If anything, it felt like a relief.
“Where’s…” Rin trails off, his gaze fixed on her knowingly.
“Yokohama for the weekend,” she answers right away, as if reading his mind. She always seemed to know what he was thinking. “They left a few hours ago. It’s just me and you.”
Just me and you. The words stirred something profound in Rin, his heartbeat caught for an instant.
Without waiting for a response, she turns, placing one foot on the next step. As she begins to ascend, she glances back over her shoulder, her blue-green eyes locking with his. “You coming?”
Rin doesn’t even have to think. His head shakes instinctively, the motion carrying his agreement more clearly than words ever could.
He follows her, his hand tightening around the strap of his bag as his eyes trail after her. His gaze lingers on her back, where his name and number stood bold on the jersey. His skin tingles, warmth spreading through him as his turquoise eyes sparkle.
It's like one of Rin’s many wet dreams has just come true.
He’s seen her in countless outfits before. In magazines, on billboards, even in lingerie shoots that had made his chest squeeze with a complicated mix of emotions. But none of that compared to this: Sae in his jersey, his name on her back. It was a silent claim, a reminder that no matter how far apart their lives might be, she was his just as much as he was hers.
A part of him wants the whole world to see her like this, to flaunt the sight in front of the countless men who follow her career and drool over her from afar. He wants to stake his claim so loudly that no one could ever question it.
That’s right. She’s mine, Rin thinks, the words reverberating through his entire being like a victorious gloat.
They make it into his room, and Rin closes the door almost all the way behind him before dropping his bag to the floor in a motion that felt heavier than usual. Sae turns to him without missing a beat, her steps purposeful as she closes the distance between them. Her fingers reach for the zipper of his track jacket, and she begins to tug it down slowly.
Rin’s gaze drops, drawn to the movement of her freshly painted nails. His heart skips another beat. “When did you get back?” he asks, trying to mask the desire that ran through him.
Sae helps him shrug off the jacket with practiced ease, folding it over one arm as she replies, “Last night. I was in Tokyo for a shoot before that.”
Rin nods absently, toeing off his shoes without much care, letting them land wherever they may. “How long are you staying?”
“Today and tomorrow,” Sae answers matter-of-factly, stepping back to drape the jacket over his desk chair before walking back over to him. “Then I’m off to Osaka for a few days for work.”
“And then..?” Rin asks, almost cautiously, though there’s implicit hope in his voice.
Sae pauses, meeting his gaze with a look of calm certainty. “Back to Spain. And then New York after that.”
New York. The words hit him harder than they should. The city felt so far, so final. Rin tries not to let it show, but the slight downturn of his lips betrays him. He knows Sae’s schedule is busy, that her world demands her attention in ways he can’t, but it doesn’t make it easier. Every time she’s home, he can’t help but hope she stays a little longer, just enough to feel like she’s really there.
Sae notices, of course. She always does. Her hand comes up, her fingers cool as they cup his face. Her thumb brushes lightly against his cheek before she gives it a gentle pat. “Don’t sulk,” she says smoothly, her tone teasing but warm. “I’ll be back in the summer. Maybe even before, if I can.”
“You’ll find the time?” Rin asks, his voice softer now, almost tentative.
She shakes her head, her expression unwavering. “Don’t I always? For you?”
The sincerity in her words makes something in Rin’s body ache, and when Sae pushes up onto her toes, he meets her halfway, leaning down to press their lips together. The kiss is sweet and familiar, and yet it still sends a rush through him as if it were the first. Her lips are just as soft as he remembers, the warmth of them grounding him in a way nothing else could.
Rin closes his eyes, letting the moment linger. For the first time in weeks, his thoughts were quiet. While he had been consumed by the grind of Blue Lock, there had been nights when all he could think about was this—her. Now that she was here, all he wanted was to hold onto her just a little longer before the world pulled her away again.
When Sae tilts her head to deepen the kiss, Rin’s hands instinctively find her waist. The taste of her lips, her scent, subtle and so familiar, fills his senses as he starts guiding her backward, slow and deliberate. Sae doesn't resist, her steps light as she allows him to lead.
Just as they reach the edge of his bed, Rin pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his gaze locked onto hers. Without breaking eye contact he turns and sits down on the edge of his mattress, his hands still on her waist as he turns her too. His fingers curl slightly against the fabric of his jersey on her and his hands slide down to her hips. His grip is firm but gentle, a silent plea to his touch.
Sae raises an eyebrow, reading him as effortlessly as always, and a little smirk tugs at her lips. “Needy, aren't we?” she teases, her voice low and laced with amusement.
Rin doesn't respond—not with words, at least. His grip on her hips tightens ever so slightly, and the look in his eyes speaks volumes; a mixture of yearning and quiet vulnerability, the kind he never shows anyone but her.
Sae takes the hint, stepping forward to close the remaining space between them. She climbs onto his lap gracefully, straddling him with ease and placing her hands on his shoulders. Her legs settle on either side of his thighs. The oversized jersey shifts slightly with the movement, brushing against his hands as they slide up to rest on her waist again.
Their lips reconnect in a kiss that's deeper this time, more urgent. Rin’s the one tilting his head, matching her intensity as his hands hold her closer. Sae’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and Rin earnestly parts his lips, letting her explore inside of his mouth like he knows she likes to do.
“Looks so good on you,” Rin breathes into the heat of her mouth, hands going under the jersey and caressing her bare sides. Her skin is warm to his touch, smooth and well-maintained. Her muscles are subtly toned, giving a hint of her athleticism without losing her soft, feminine quality.
Sae looks at him with a seductive gaze before murmuring, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Rin’s voice is rough.
Large hands continue to rub up her sides before moving up her abdomen and chest, expecting to feel that familiar fabric of a bra. But there’s nothing there other than smooth flesh. Silently overjoyed, Rin takes hold of her ample breasts and squeezes. He kneads and pushes them together before his thumbs swipe over her stiffening beads, pressing them inwards. Rin watches her expression with sharp concentration.
A soft sigh comes from Sae as he begins to give attention to her chest, and the sound is gratifying. She leans into his touch as her eyelids fluttered close for the briefest of a moment.
Though the air between them grows warmer, it’s filled with pure affection, tangible in every movement. Sae had put a lot of thought into how she wanted this reunion to go. When she learned Rin would have a small break after his NEL matches, she made sure her schedule aligned with his, rearranging commitments just to surprise him. It wasn’t something she did often; Sae rarely went out of her way for anyone. But for Rin, it was always worth it. Every single time.
The sex, the hushed talks afterwards, the catching up, the reminiscing... Sae wishes they could do all those things more often.
“Pull the shirt up?” Rin asks eagerly, licking his lips.
Inarticulately, one of Sae’s hands moves from his shoulder and down between them, grabbing the middle and hem of the jersey before scrunching it up above her chest and holding it there for him. Rin’s graced with the sight of her exposed chest and skin, and he can't help but let out a shaky exhale through his nose in thrill.
With a determined manner Rin leans forward, mouth latching onto one of her nipples as his hands massage her breasts. His warm tongue circles and licks over the nub before he gently takes it in between his teeth and pulls, planting a kiss on it after. His gaze never falls from Sae’s face, watching as her usual unwavering expression twists as Rin lavishes attention to her breasts. She hugs his head closer, eyes shutting again as she savors the pleasure of it all.
Rin’s gaze flickers briefly to his bedroom door, carelessly left ajar, and then he thinks about the empty driveway he came home to. He feels a wave of relief and bigger gratitude wash over him; their parents hadn't bothered to stick around long enough to welcome him home, let alone offer hollow congratulations for his return. He wouldn't know how to explain this if they walked in. Wouldn't want to. Being with Sae like this, so close and unguarded, felt like something sacred—something wickedly indulgent but undeniably theirs.
Over the years, they’ve become masters of discretion, being careful with what they did and where. A shared glance could carry volumes, a touch stolen in passing could linger for hours. They had learned how to navigate the lines they weren't supposed to cross, slipping between the cracks of expectation and prosperity.
But here, in the privacy of Rin’s room, all those walls came down. After placing a few light marks on her chest, Rin moves his head to her other nipple, tongue coming out to take it into his mouth. He lets himself indulge in her warmth and closeness again.
When he's satisfied, Rin pulls his head back, looking over his work. Sae's chest that was a clean slate before is now covered with light red marks and gleams of his saliva. Rin didn't ask if he could leave marks like he usually would, but Sae didn't speak up about it nor seem to mind. That makes Rin feel truly overjoyed.
His eyes then linger down her abdomen and to the dark blue lace thong clinging to her hips.
“You spoil me, Nee-chan,” Rin murmurs, his voice low as his hands slid down her sides before his fingertips tease under the waistband of her panties.
Sae leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a fleeting kiss. “You don’t think you deserve it?” she asks, her voice calm but edged with a playful challenge. She had assumed Rin would be pleased.
The question hit something deep within Rin. A giddy feeling bloomed in his chest, swelling until it made his heart skip yet again. He tried to fight the bashful heat rising to his face, his jaw tightening slightly as if it would help keep his composure. “I’m just… surprised,” he admits. “Shocked you actually watched my matches.”
Sae tilts her head, her expression softening as she speaks. “I kept up when I could. You were on big screens, y’know?” Her hands slide up to his shoulders, her palms pressing against the muscle there as her fingers move in slow, soothing circles.
The casual ease of her words made Rin’s breath hitch. He tried to play it off with a half-hearted shrug, but his gaze betrayed him, darting away as the familiar flutter of shyness crept in. He had hoped—prayed—that she’d been watching, that she’d cared enough to keep up with him despite everything else she had going on in her own life. Knowing she had, hearing her say it so casually, sent a heady glow going through him all over.
It wasn’t just pride—it was validation, connection. Her support, even from a distance, meant more to him than words could ever express.
Rin’s the one seeking out her lips, pouring all of his love and desire for her into the action. He grabs her thighs, squeezing the meat a few times before one of his hands slides between them and cups her cunt.
His palm pressed firmly against where her clit is, which provoked a sharp breath from Sae, her hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. Their eyes open and lock at the same time as they pull away, breaths ghosting each other's lips.
“C’mon, more,” Sae whispers.
How could Rin deny such a sweet request?
He presses harder, Sae’s hips continuing to seek out more friction until she's humping his hand and he's consciously rubbing her. Her breaths start to get harder, moving onto his hand with purpose. Rin can feel her dampness and just how wet she's getting using him like this.
One of Sae’s own hands finds the nape of Rin’s neck, holding tightly as she leans her head back and whines. The noise only fuels Rin’s lust, and he leans forward to connect his lips to her neck, kissing her skin open-mouthed.
“S’not enough,” eventually Sae complains, voice laced with a mix of growing frustration and desperation. Her brows drew together as she struggled against her own impatience.
Rin had expected as much, it never was, but there was something undeniably endearing about watching her attempt to satisfy herself, determination flickering in her every movement, no matter how futile. It was cute.
Rin's hand retracts from her only for a brief moment, and before Sae can complain about that loss too, she’s distracted by Rin fumbling with the front of his sweatpants, grabbing the waistband and his boxers to push them down and free his hard cock.
Sae’s pussy throbs, and she purses her lips, unable to tear her eyes away from his length. How she has ached for this moment.
Rin reaches out again, tugging on her panties and pulling them aside swiftly. Sae’s so soaked, and watching a string of her wetness disconnect from her cunt and her panties almost has Rin’s breath catching in his throat. She’s been wanting this just as much as I have, Rin thinks, and he's thrilled again.
Aligning himself with her entrance with a hand, Rin holds Sae’s hip with his other one before looking back up at her with unmasked need in his eyes. With another swift movement, he's helping her sink down onto his cock, her walls stretching to take him in. Rin bites down on his lip while Sae gasps softly, the grip she has on his shoulders tightening.
When Rin fills her to the hilt, his hands go under her jersey to hold her hips, not yet moving but taking pleasure in the way she feels for a few moments. Hot and tight, just like he loves and remembers. They’re finally connected again, and Rin wants to lose himself in the fulfillment of it all.
He leans forward, his intense gaze locked on hers as he captures her bottom lip gently in between his teeth before releasing it. His voice, low and reverent, brushes against her lips. “You're so perfect,” he murmurs, his words filled with adoration. In response, Sae exhales softly, her breath mingling with his.
But she doesn't linger in the sentiment, doesn't let herself sink into the warmth of his praise or savor their bodies connection. Instead, she rolls her hips with wanton urgency. “Start moving,” she prompts, voice firm and commanding. The words are drenched in a want, her need overtaking any space for tenderness.
Rin’s eyes flicker with a hint of something before he's nodding without a second thought, grasping onto her hips before he begins to lift her and then force her back down onto his cock, his hips bucking up to meet her movements.
He starts a fast pace, fucking into her restlessly with wild fervor, like he has something to prove. Sae’s voice is loud, her arms wrapping over his shoulders as she continues to help move her hips back down to meet his. Rin lets out a quiet curse, eyebrows knitting as he focuses on nothing other than hitting her deep and pounding her prostate.
It takes everything in Rin not to get so overwhelmed quickly. But he can't help it, he hasn't felt Sae’s walls wrapped so snuggly around him like this in what felt like too long. It's been too fucking long, and his head spins.
“Missed you so much,” Rin whispers into her skin, nibbling at her neck as he fucks into her. “Missed having you like this.”
“Shit, Rin,” Sae whines out, hugging her body closer to his as her thighs begin to shake.
Rin felt like exploding because it all felt so good. A surge of euphoria flowed through his body, so intense that he felt he might burst apart at the seams. The sensation was already so overpowering, intoxicating, an all-consuming wave he wanted to drown in forever. Every fluid movement of Sae’s body against his sent jolts through his nerves, intensifying the overwhelming pleasure between them.
The quiet room elevated the sounds of their bodies connecting—the ragged breaths, the sinful squelching sounds, the low moans, and the rhythmic creak of the bed—each one echoing in Rin’s mind, leaving him dizzy and lost in the moment.
Kissing up her jaw, he murmurs again, “How much have you thought about this, Nee-chan? Being fucked in my jersey? Having my name on your back while I give you everything I have to offer?”
The questions caught Sae off guard, her breath faltering as she fixed his gaze on him. “A lot,” she confesses, a tingle spreading through her stomach. “Knew you’d like it.”
A deep chuckle escapes Rin, his lips turning upward at the response. Moments like this reminded him how perfectly they understood each other, their desires aligning without effort. It electrified him to learn about the way her mind worked, the careful thought she put into pleasing him.
She always could anticipate what he wanted and gave it with such passion. Every glimpse of her intentions only made him more fascinated, and today was no exception. She always got it right, and it drove him wild.
“Are you close?” Rin asks against her lips, feeling how she stops moving her hips and leaves it up to him to continue to move her body back down onto his cock again and again.
Sae answers with a nod, shaky breaths, heavy and uneven, intertwining with his own before their lips finally met. It wasn't soft, it was desperate, almost rough, like they’d both been holding back too long. Sae’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging with an intensity that made Rin groan into her mouth. Their lips moved together hungrily, each kiss deeper than the last, breaths breaking only to gasp for air before crashing back together again.
Raw and unrestrained. Rin loved these types of kisses. It was a collision of demand and passion that left them both lightheaded.
Eventually, Sae’s walls clench around Rin as an intense feeling of pleasure courses through her body, her hands tightening in Rin’s locks as she comes undone with a broken gasp nearing a whine. Her whole body tenses as she cums, and Rin doesn't slow down. He bites the inside of his cheek as he watches her face twist with bliss, and he's screaming at himself internally to not cum instantly from the sight.
He wants to prolong this as much as he can.
His movements become slower as Sae comes down from her high. She's a million times wetter and tighter, the squelching louder. Burying his cock deep inside her, Rin stops moving momentarily to reach up with a hand and brush at her bangs, some strands of hair sticking to her forehead.
“You didn't cum?” Sae asks, blinking a few times to clear the haze in her eyes. Rin shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says before intently lifting Sae off of him. She lets out a little sound, but it's not out of protest and she doesn't fight him on moving.
He carefully guides her to the middle of his mattress, the fabric dipping slightly beneath her. With swift, impatient movements, he tugs off his shirt and tosses it thoughtlessly to the floor. Climbing back onto the bed, Rin’s hands find her side, and he encourages her to shift positions. “On your knees?” Rin asks, his tone almost pleading, voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and restraint.
Sae’s misty gaze lingers on him, unreadable and steady, as if weighing the moment. After a pause that felt like eternity, she shifts her body, the bed squeaking softly as she turns and settles onto her hands and knees. Rin drinks in the sight, absolutely captivated as he absentmindedly licks his lips. His cock twitches and he itches to be inside her once again.
Shuffling forward on his knees, Rin takes hold of Sae’s waist and then presses his cock to her slit, rubbing against her wet cunt a few times before completely slipping in. Sae moans, head dropping as her hands fist with the sheet beneath her. Almost immediately she rocks her hips back onto him, coaxing him to fuck her harder.
That, Rin does.
He tightens his grip on her before thrusting abruptly, receiving yet another sweet moan from Sae. She’s a million times tighter than she was before due to her orgasm, and Rin relishes in the feeling. He wants her to completely milk him, to take everything he has to offer in the end.
Rin’s eyes are glued to Sae’s back, to his name and number standing loud and proud against the fabric. Rin swipes his tongue over his lips again without thinking, because fuck, it looked so good. It's maddening how it looked like the jersey was made solely for Sae to walk around wearing, whether it be in public or lounging around at home.
“All for me,” Rin says huskily, punctuating the words by arduously abusing her prostate. “All mine. You're all mine, Nee-chan.”
Sae arches her back before reaching out for one of Rin’s pillows. Her fingers curl around the soft fabric as she drags it closer before leaning forward and pressing her face into its center. A long, muffled whine escapes her, the sound smothered by the pillow. Her hands grip the edges tightly as Rin fucks her face down, ass up.
After a brief pause, Sae turns her head, a soft gasp escaping her lips as a wave of pleasure coils and intensifies deep in her. Her breath falters. “Rin,” the soft sound carries a distinct note of yearning and signal that Rin instantly recognizes.
“Already?” He can't help but smirk, but he knows he's just as close as she is.
Sae nods as best she can into the pillow, her string of moans and whines becoming higher-pitched as Rin continues to drive into her with a sole purpose. Rin leans forward a little, his grip on Sae almost bruising. He screws his eyes shut and swallows back a groan.
Rin shudders, an involuntary set of moans escaping him as waves of pleasure ebb and flow throughout his body. “Nee-chan—” His hips stutter before he’s shooting his load deep into Sae. She stiffens up a second time, clenching and unclenching around his cock as she cums too.
Everything down from Sae’s belly was tingling and contracting, not at all painful but euphoric. She catches her breath, her hold on the pillow easing up as she allows herself to breath, eyes shut. In a way, she felt sated. So full.
Rin doesn't want to pull out of her when he blinks his eyes open and comes to his senses. He really doesn't. So, he gives Sae a few more shallow thrusts, making sure his cum stays deep inside of her and doesn't seep out so quickly. Sae lets out a noise bordering a whimper from oversensitivity, and only then does Rin slowly pull out.
Sae lets out a contented sigh, her body going completely limp as she rolls onto her side. She feels as though her limbs have turned to jelly. The soft sheets beneath her feel cool against her flushed skin. Her blue-green eyes, still fuzzy, follow Rin as he tucks his softening dick back into his boxers and pulls up his pants. The movements, casual yet unhurried, bring a small, almost imperceptible smile to her lips.
Rin adjusts his position, shifting on his knees before flopping onto the middle of the bed beside her with a heavy, satisfied exhale. The mattress dips under his weight, and for a moment, the quiet between them feels profound, like a shared secret. Well, all of this was a shared secret.
Settling into silence, their gazes lock. It’s something they’ve always done, staring at each other without a word, letting the world beyond the edges of the bed fade into insignificance. The hushed rise and fall of their breaths is the only sound.
After a beat, Rin’s hand moves toward her, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. Her skin is warm. His voice is a quiet murmur, a thread of emotion woven into every word. “God, I missed you.”
Sae doesn’t reply right away, letting his words settle over. When she does speak, her voice is gentle and touched with humor and a fondness only he ever gets to see. “I can imagine,” she says, her lips curving into a little smile. “You’ve never known how to live without me.”
Rin lets out a short, amused snort, shaking his head slightly. “And I don’t plan on learning anytime soon,” he retorts. His tone carried a mix of both honesty and playfulness. He props himself up on one elbow, giving her a look of faux seriousness. “But don’t let it go to your head, Nee-chan. It’s not like you don’t need me too.”
Sae arches a brow, her smile widening ever so slightly. Rin falls in love all over again at the sight. “Oh, please. You’d have fallen apart ages ago without me. I’m your emotional support, remember?”
“Emotional support or eternal torment?” Rin quips, grinning as she nudges his shoulder in mock offense.
“When did you start getting bratty? Torment is just my love language,” Sae replies, her voice softening as she shifts closer, her head resting against his chest.
Rin wraps an arm around her, pulling her snug against him. The heat of her body against his feels comforting in a way that sends a deep sense of contentment flowing through him. He presses a light kiss to the top of her head before breathing in the fresh scent of her hair.
As the quiet stretches again, Rin’s mind drifts back to when they were younger, back when life was simpler, but their connection was just as strong. He remembers the way he used to tug at her sleeve when he wanted her attention or the way her presence had always been the cure to his worst days. A soft smile graces his lips as his eyes flutter shut.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “You have no idea how much I needed this.”
Sae hums softly in response, her hand lazily tracing shapes against his chest. “I think I do,” she murmurs, her own voice growing drowsy.
Rin’s heart felt so fucking full, as if every piece of him had fallen back into place. With Sae in his arms, the world just felt right again. He tightened his hold on her slightly, as if afraid she might slip away, though he knew better. Sae had always been practical, always the one to get up and clean herself off before settling down to rest. But she doesn't move. She doesn't speak or stir, and Rin didn’t dare break the spell by saying anything either.
Instead, he allows himself to be selfish, to hope against hope that she wouldn’t pull away this time, that they could stay like this, tangled together in the quiet sanctuary of each other’s arms, forever.
And maybe it was foolish, but Rin couldn’t bring himself to care. He could truly die like this, he thought, with Sae back where she belonged—in his arms, where the world couldn’t touch them. The universe might try to pull them apart again, but for now, in this moment, they were whole.
And that was enough for the both of them.