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[ Yu wrinkles his nose as Yosuke twists in his arms. Yu finishes the job for him, shifting so he can face his boyfriend and once again drape his arms over Yosuke's shoulders. Standing straight is too hard, so he presses his forehead to Yosuke's.

To be honest he's already forgotten the first thing he said. ]

Mmm... the only person I want to bite is you.

[ casually, with half-lidded eyes. ]

[ He's a little concerned. Yu does have a tendency to want to play the part, but--

Oh.

Oh.

Well. That sends ideas places. And it's difficult to properly focus on Yu with him so close. ]

...G-Good. 'Cause I don't want you biting other people n' stuff...

[ He tugs at the sides of Yu's cape. ]

Mmm, don't worry. All the vampires I sired are ... vampires of the mind.

[ translation: he talked to them. ]

What's up?

[ why you tugging on his cape bro ]

That sounds weirder, honestly...

[ Ah, Yu, you totally missed his meaning. Yosuke finds himself a little disappointed. ]

Nothin'.

[ He tugs again. ]

My costume doesn't have a cape.

[ he is drunk and oblivious, let him live. ]

Huh? D'you want mine?

[ Do werewolves need capes? But he'll still lift his hands to the fancy knot that's keeping his cape tied, obviously intending to untie it. ]

...

[ He thinks about it for a second. ]

Yes.

[ Give him your cape, Yu. Maybe he wants to feel powerful. ]

[ Well alright then. Yu straightens up and manages to untie the knot on his second try, which he feels sort of proud of. With a flourish he'll pull the cape around Yosuke's shoulders instead, a grin starting to spread across is face. ]

Count Woof.

[ It wasn't part of his original plan, but now that he has it, Yosuke feels strangely powerful. He matches Yu's grin, reaching up to hold onto the cape but just ends up holding onto Yu's hands instead. ]

How do I look?

Like a superhero.

[ he curls his fingers through Yosuke's without thinking, grinning at him. ]

Hell yeah.

[ Yes, this pleases him. He wobbles a little and leans forward, almost bumping noses with Yu before he tries to straight himself properly. His mind might be more coherent than Yu at the moment, but his center of gravity doesn't want to cooperate. ]

I might make this look better than you.

Count Woof is a weird superhero name.

[ Yu makes something of a face, leaning in till their foreheads bump again. Murmured low: ]

Stop moving. I can't kiss you this way.

You've got no room to judge me, Catman.

[ Which...isn't at all what Yu is dressed as right now, but that's not the point. ]

I'm not moving, you're moving.

[ You're both moving, dummies. ]

That's Captain Catman to you.

[ Yu tugs on his boyfriends hands. ]

Come on. I wanna ... go somewhere quieter.

Not anymore--now I got the cape.

[ Now he's the superhero. ]

Hm?

[ Yosuke let's his hands fall to wherever Yu wants to pull him towards. ]

This whole place is pretty boppin'...

[ They may be in a hallway, but there's definitely music still to be heard through the walls. And people walking around. ]

[ tug tug tug. ]

It's a house. There's going to be one room people aren't using, right?

[ like a bedroom.

Yu holds -- and tugs on -- one of Yosuke's hands while his free hand gropes for the handle of the nearest door he can find. ]

Come on. In here.

I guess...

[ Yosuke lets Yu tug him along, though he's a little wary as they pass, you know, other people. Who exist around them. But Yu seems to find a door that Yosuke just assumes Yu knows what he's doing. ]

Okay.

[ With the door open, Yosuke slips inside--and doesn't get very far. ]

Oof!

[ It's dark and he totally just walked into the wall. ]

[ The fact that Yu is too drunk to care that it's dark could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your perspective. In fact, he cares so little that he just tugs Yosuke towards him as an instinctive reaction to keep his boyfriend steady (and from walking into more walls).

But the instant Yu has him close his mouth is finding Yosuke's for a hungry kiss. Unless Yosuke puts a stop to this, then he'll soon find his back pressed against the door and a boyfriend pressed up against his chest.

... though before things can get too far Yu will pause. If Yosuke is able to see him even a little bit in the pitch black of the closet, he might realize that Yu is ... taking out his face fangs.

Don't want those getting in the way of makeouts, after all. ]

[ Is Yosuke really going to put a stop to this? No way. A closet isn't exactly where he wants to be (and the irony of that is beyond him at the moment), but it's hard to have complaints when his lips are locked with Yu's. He's already grabbing at Yu's back to hold him close with the intent to refamiliarize himself with Yu's mouth--

--until Yu pauses.

Yosuke can't really see in the darkness, though. ]

's it my breath?

[ Wait, Yu is moving? Yosuke leans in, mouth finding the side of Yu's jaw instead. But that works--he just places wet kisses along the skin. ]

[ Is it a closet? Honestly, Yu hasn't even registered that yet. It's a dark secluded space and he can barely see anything, but that's just fine. He doesn't need to be able to see, not when his hands can tease their way beneath the hem of a costume top and skate over warm skin. Yu keeps Yosuke close and is frankly about to dive right back in when that question stops him.

Huffing through his nose, Yu leans in to nip at Yosuke's jaw and neck, slow, lingering presses of teeth that he makes up for with hot laves of his tongue to soothe the sting. Distractedly: ]

No, no... you're fine. Had to take my teeth out. [ A beat. ] Wouldn't want to turn you into a vampire by accidentally biting your tongue, after all.

[ There's a certainty silly warmth in advice that suggests he fracked himself up with his own joke. ]

Edited 2017-11-18 04:10 (UTC)

[ The nature of Yu's costume definitely makes it more difficult to gain access to skin, even with Yosuke wearing his cape. But the touch of Yu's teeth and tongue against his neck make him shudder and encourage him to double up his efforts. He gropes at the other boy's shirt, taking a fistful of the back.

Did Yu just laugh at his own joke? Ugh. Yosuke groans, head bonking back against the door. Ow. ]

I couldn't be a vampire even if you bit me--'m already a werewolf.

[ Duh. ]

[ Yu's response to that is to shiver and press Yosuke even harder into the door. Without realizing he slips a knee between Yosuke's legs as he seeks purchase, leverage with which to kiss Yosuke as long and as deeply as he wants. ]

You can't be... [ tilts his chin up, nibbles on Yosuke's earlobe ] ... both?

[ Yu sucks on Yosuke's earlobe properly, swirling his tongue around it, knowing the wet sounds of his mouth will be right in Yosuke's ear, loud and clear. ]

[ Yosuke groans again, but it's for a decidedly different reason this time. Taking in a deep, staggering breath, he grips the back of Yu's head, tugging at his hair. God, the hot wetness of Yu's mouth on his skin, on his ear, with that lecherous sound goes right to Yosuke's dick. He can't help it. ]

N-No...yeah.

[ What are they talking about? Is he agreeing with Yu's statement or just encouraging other things.

Forgoing his hold on Yu's shirt, he gropes lower for purchase, but ends up with his hand on Yu's ass. Pinned though he is, he tries to adjust his stance against the door, incidentally rubbing himself on Yu's knee. ]

[ Yu's skin flashes hot as he sucks on Yosuke's earlobe, relishing the feel of his boyfriend's fingers digging into his hair. Yu doesn't say another word, and really makes very little sound; his intensity is a quiet thing and all of his focus is on Yosuke. Warm, bright, wriggling Yosuke, gasping and shifting against his body as Yu does different things to him. It's an intoxicating feeling. He wants more of it.

More of Yosuke.

For all that he seems to be taking the lead in this situation, he's hardly impervious to what's happening. Yosuke grabs his ass and Yu rocks his hips forward without thinking, a soft hiss escaping from between clenched teeth. Without a care in the world for whoever might be outside, Yu slams his palm into the door above Yosuke's shoulder while his other arm circles around Yosuke's waist to bring their bodies flush. He likes the feeling of Yosuke rubbing up against him. He wants more of that, too.

Hungry to explore his boyfriend's mouth again, Yu presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Yosuke's lips. ]

[ Making out is a pretty regular thing for them now. It's been building in intensity, but for all the times they've stopped partway through, red in the face and otherwise overheated, it hasn't fully felt like this, even the time they danced shirtless to Yu's drunk singing. That had left Yosuke with a few things to consider when he returned home the next day, but...

Yu may not be making much noise, so Yosuke will make enough for the both of them. The roll of Yu's hips into his pulls a small moan from his throat, cut off by a surprised gasp at the slam of Yu's hand right next to him. ]

Yu--

[ If he had anything else to say, it's lost into the depths of Yu's mouth, and given the purr-like hum that bubbles up from Yosuke almost instantly, he doesn't have much problem with it. Closeness is nice. Like, really nice. Maybe he should consider the fact that he's got a handful of his boyfriend's ass, but all that he can really register is that it's the perfect combination of firmness and softness, and that every time he pulls against it, Yu's forced a little closer.

It's nice.

It's a heavy, wet kiss, all lips and tongue with little room to breath. Yosuke is forced to take a sharp inhale through his nose, losing another short groan between them as he presses himself down on Yu's knee again. That feels good. Maybe too good. The kind of good that starts to become apparent. ]

[ Yu wants to swallow those noises. Every single sigh and moan that escapes Yosuke is a sound Yu catches in his mouth, where he can savor his boyfriend's vocal desire for him. Yu licks into Yosuke's mouth over and over, the slide of their tongues together threatening to finally pull a noise from him.

But it's the way Yosuke keeps grabbing at him that actually breaks his composure. Every time Yosuke pulls at him Yu rolls his hips, and before too long he's choking on his own gasps that are swiftly turning into moans.

The moment he notices Yosuke's problem is also the same moment he notices his own.

Drunk and dizzy, not wanting to stop but also quietly freaking out over the idea of continuing, Yu breaks the kiss and bows his head so his forehead can drop onto Yosuke's shoulder. There he hovers, panting, resisting the twitches in his hips that make him want to rock into Yosuke again. ]

Yosuke...

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