[ Ah, Yosuke stepped back... Yu watches him, tired and concerned, but his hands rest on Yosuke's upper arms, a gentle grip that's the sign of how little he wants to break away. He's quiet while Yosuke hems and haws and tries to think of a way out, mostly because he's also furiously trying to think of a way to keep this night from ending. He doesn't want it to be over.
If only he knew Yosuke were thinking the exact same thing. He might never recover from how flustered he'd get.
Just as he's about to gently, if regretfully, suggest that they need to go, Yosuke throws them both a lifeline. Yu lifts his eyebrows, blinks twice, and then, with a huff, leans in to openly nuzzle his boyfriend, nose to nose, foreheads touching. He's so exhausted the inhibitions that would normally keep him from being so openly affectionate have completely dissolved. ]
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If only he knew Yosuke were thinking the exact same thing. He might never recover from how flustered he'd get.
Just as he's about to gently, if regretfully, suggest that they need to go, Yosuke throws them both a lifeline. Yu lifts his eyebrows, blinks twice, and then, with a huff, leans in to openly nuzzle his boyfriend, nose to nose, foreheads touching. He's so exhausted the inhibitions that would normally keep him from being so openly affectionate have completely dissolved. ]
Well, what are we waiting for, then?