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[Saved, saved, and saved. Sousuke had been about to rib Rin about the first picture being not good enough to up the ante, but then the others had come in, and the ball was squarely in his court, as it were.

He still didn't intend to lose.]

i shouldnt have to show you what im into

[Four pictures for you, Rin. The first three pan down, starting from the collarbone, and all angling upward to capture a progressively more self-assured expression until the fourth could only have been taken from one very particular spot, still angled up.]

hope you like this view.

[Rin only needed to save that last one.

Several pictures flooded Sousuke's phone. Rin couldn't find anything suitable to suck on, so his fingers had to suffice. Each picture was only his face, but he made sure to make it interesting. He licked, sucked and wrapped his tongue around his fingers. All from an upward angle.

He really didn't know what Sousuke was 'in to', and he didn't plan on losing and finding out.]

not as much as i like the taste

[The next message Rin got was only one picture, from the same angle, but he's leaning closer to the camera, smirking wider.]

why don't you show me how much you like it?

[Seriously!? That was a cop out. Rin didn't save it out of spite. He didn't delete it either.]

if i do will you send me a picture that isnt boring?

[If Sousuke was going to take the easy way, then Rin would have to show him how it was done. Rin's first picture to Sousuke was another of his face, tongue outstretched as far as he could manage. He grabbed his hairbrush and flipped it over, rubbing the handle against his lips. That was the second picture.

Then came a video. Rin's hand wasn't the steadiest as he filmed, but he did an admirable job of fellating the object. He licked up the length before pulling it into his mouth, being sure to make every wet sucking noise he could.]

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depends. what's boring

He asks just as the first couple images come in, and they're nice but nothing especially worth upping the ante over.

But something was loading.

And there was a video.

Saved.]

you know i could give you something better for that.

[And there's a down angle shot, if only to pointedly avoid showing his face, half-hard cock in hand.]

[Rin would have replied to anything Sousuke said, but he was busy biting his lip over the new picture. Clearly, he'd won. But he didn't want the game to stop, so with every ounce of self control in Rin's body, he didn't gloat over the victory. Instead he just saved the picture.

The next shot was difficult. Rin laid on his bed, sprawling his legs so nothing was obscured. He was sure to leave his lips parted. After pinning his phone up against the bedpost with his foot he let a brief timer count down to take the photo.]

show me what you can do with it [It wasn't a taunt this time, it was genuine interest. Rin's cock twitched, growing hard at the thought of the next message.]

[So yes, Rin had won, and Sousuke had expected a little bit of gloating, but it seemed he was intent on continuing the game. So be it. It was Rin's turn to get a video, in that case. Several long seconds of him stroking slowly until he'd gotten himself to full hardness, but then it abruptly cut off.]

rather see what you'd want me to do with it.
besides replacing that hairbrush.

[Rin watched Sousuke's video twice...three times before even thinking of a reply. His eyes were glued to the screen, but his hand drifted down to his cock. His motions set at the same pace as Sousuke's, he was just as hard as his friend by the end of the third viewing.

It didn't take long to know what he'd want Sousuke to do. Easy in concept, difficult in practice. Rin cursed his friend - apparently anatomy was his fault. First he reached under the bed, fumbling around until he found some lotion. He slathered it on two fingers and reached down to spread the substance on his asshole before starting the video.

The first sound was Rin growling in frustration that he couldn't get his entire body in the frame. Instead, he had to settle for a long shot of his fingers working gently inside. Back out. Then just a little deeper. The sensation was nice, but not so much that Rin forgot to pan up. He dragged the view over his body and to his face, pink setting into his cheeks and little pants accompanying the soft wet slick of his fingers.]

[Rin wasn't the only one cursing anatomy by the time the video had been watched several times of its own - and saved - because they'd reached the point where actually going to each other would be... difficult at best.

He'd lost, though, so if Rin asked, then he'd be obligated to oblige.

As it was, though, Sousuke had the fleeting urge to get Rin a damn toy for next time, and then wondered why he was even thinking there would be a next time, and then was right back to watching the video one last time before he set to responding.

It was a photo, this time, of him slumped back against a wall, more flushed than Rin was, somehow, and biting his lip, pointedly not touching himself, this time.]

okay shit, Rin, I lose
whatre you into?
come on cant back out now.

[Sousuke was taking his damned time replying! Rin's fingers dragged absentmindedly over his asshole, circling the entrance impatiently. He took a few breaks to run his hand up and down his cock, taking the edge of anticipation off just a little at a time. Maybe that would make a good video for their competition. He was about to push the record button when Sousuke finally replied.

It wasn't what Rin wanted to see. Sousuke had put a stop to their game with that. He'd sent a picture, to be sure, but the admission of defeat pulled the veil of purpose away from Rin and suddenly he shuddered to send another image.
Apparently now was time to reap the spoils of victory. It should have made him swell with pride as any other win would have, but like so many times before, the real joy had been in the competition itself.]

i'm into you
coming back to the room just like that
try to make it before i'm finished

[Shit. The first text had suffered the ever destructive 'hit enter too soon' error. He'd send the second as quickly as possible, but Rin only had one hand, so the delay would have been noticeable. The third text came faster as the redhead panicked. He didn't want Sousuke focusing on the first message. He didn't want to focus on the first message. He wanted his friend to be thinking about his cock and how Rin would look when he came. Or something - anything so long as it was distracting.

Rin took that video anyway, though his hands may have been shaking from something other than lust. He sent it and dropped his phone. Rin had issued a challenge, and he couldn't back down from it. Both of the boy's hands were quickly busy pleasuring him, one pushing fingers into his ass and the other stroking his cock with increasing pace.]

[Other images, videos, would have been nothing more than taunting at that point, really driving home the fact that Rin had won, that Sousuke was at his mercy, that he had to do whatever he wanted.

He'd lost far too easily, and yet he wasn't unsatisfied with it in the least.]

What else?
Because if you finish, then you'll have to go again.
When you're already tired and spent.
Think you could handle that?

[The long pause between the first and the second texts was noticed, and while he lingered on it for a little longer than he should have, the second text had him brushing off the sentiment of the first, so he ignored it in his response.

The video only really cemented the fact that he needed to get back, and soon, and not focus on anything sentimental accidentally sent.

So he pocketed his phone and tied his jacket around his waist and set off back for the dorm as quickly as he could manage.]

[Rin's phone was on the ground, quickly forgotten as he became more and most lost in his pleasure. He didn't have to think about what his hands were doing, they'd fallen into a mindless rhythm. In and out. Up and down. His fingers dragged over his ass and the warm flesh inside, pressing every point that caused shudders to run from his feet to his head. He pressed his cock into his palm with his fingers, enveloping as much of it as he could with each pass.

And with each pass he thought about what it would be like to have Sousuke doing it to him. What Sousuke would feel like inside of him. What Sousuke's hands would feel like stroking his cock. What Sousuke's weight would feel like pressing down on him. How Sousuke's breath would feel, hot on his neck.

Rin was completely lost in fantasy - he wouldn't even notice when the door to the dorm was opened.]

[Sousuke had never gotten back to the dorm so quickly. Still, he wasn't quite sure what to expect when he opened the door and slipped inside, but what he saw made his breath hitch in his throat.

And he hoped Rin didn't notice.

He hoped he could get away with kicking off his shoes and stripping down before joining Rin in bed, slipping in beside him, but not touching yet - because that wasn't part of the game. He was at Rin's mercy, and... well, touching would skew matters too far in his favor.

Even if he ached to.]

[Rin didn't notice when Sousuke slipped in, far too busy with the Sousuke in his imagination to realize when the real one had entered. He'd even nearly forgotten that the boy was on his way. So when the door opened and clicked shut Rin was none the wiser. His eyes were shut and his mind was elsewhere, focusing on what Sousuke would look like over him, how his lips would be tempting and how his eyes would burn with intensity.

He jumped when Sousuke slid into the bed with him. Rin's eyes flicked open immediately and it was almost as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. The haze of imagination and sensation soon left him and he remembered the phone conversation.]

Took you long enough.

[Really, Rin had no idea how long it had been. His hands abandoned their work, leaving him aching for release, to run up Sousuke's chest. To actually feel the boy who had just occupied his every thought. He was slow, careful, taking in every detail with half lidded eyes.

Then he pushed Sousuke onto his back (and nearly out of the bed). Rin climbed onto him quickly, sitting on his lower torso, not low enough for any satisfying contact.]

Now I get what I want. [Victory was ripe in his voice, but he couldn't quite catch his breath.]

Yeah. Sorry.

[It hadn't been that long at all, but if it was long enough for Rin to get all wrapped up in his fantasies again, then it was definitely too long. Not that the memory of what he'd looked like when he'd walked in would be leaving any time soon, of course.

But soon enough Rin was touching him, pushing him down, settling over him, and Sousuke couldn't catch his breath either, even as he schooled his expression into a lazy smirk, made a show of looking Rin over now that he was sitting up and on display - as though he didn't see him mostly naked every day.

To be fair, he'd never seen him so flushed and open.]

So take what you want. Or tell me what it is so I can give it to you.