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[ Yosuke honestly doesn't want to think about the implications of being from different timelines, realities, whatever. He'd grown so comfortable in the idea that this group of friends was so connected, even if he only put so much stock into the memories they experience. It just felt so natural. Being with Yu is just another product of that, right?

Or, maybe not. Maybe Yu is just that wonderful on his own. In some ways, it's better...better to know that his feelings aren't the product of some past life or alternate reality--they're real, because of this boy who helped change his world.

He wishes he could help Yu understand that.

Oh, Yu. He hates seeing him look so sad.

Yosuke reaches back up to try and wipe away some of the moisture, gentle and caring, only to give a small huff at the nuzzle afterwards. ]

Y-Yu...

[ Yosuke shakes his head lightly, placing a few small kisses next to Yu's mouth. ]

You're none of those things...

[ Not a single one. ]

Unless you're implying I've got bad taste.

[ Humor...may or may not be welcome, but he's trying. He nuzzles Yu's nose, then sighs again. ]

You've got me.

[ I love you. ]

[ Even if I'm not, I'd be those things for you, he thinks but does not say.

Overcome, Yu does not reply for fear his voice would crack. Instead he turns his head and kisses Yosuke's nose, his cheek, his chin, whatever it is he can reach. He breathes out a soft, long sigh, knowing Yosuke will hear the way it shivers with tears he won't shed.

But ... it's fine. It's just the two of them. ]

You've got terrible taste, [ he whispers, a smile blooming across his face like the sun peeking over the horizon after a storm. ] You didn't get me a trombone.

[ He'll cry, if he thinks about it too much. He's not even sure what he wants to cry for. He's just feeling so much, so intensely, that it has to find an outlet or he'll combust. ]

[ Yu...how is he always so sweet, even when he's in so much pain? He'll take that smile, though. It's a small break in the cloud of sadness that's been hovering around Yu for weeks now. He'll take every bit he can get. ]

Do you want one?

[ He kisses Yu slowly, very slowly, very gently. ]

...I'll get you one.

[ Another kiss. ]

Even put cat stickers on it.

[ The sound Yu makes into that first kiss is just a little needy, and the look on his face is a little glazed when Yosuke pulls away again.

His hands slip low, to grip his boyfriend's butt instead. A bit of a raunchy counterpoint to the tender way he murmurs, ]

What would you do if I asked you for the moon?

[ Oh.

Well.

Yosuke sucks in a quick breath, staring at Yu for a moment, curious and questioning. Is this...what he wants? Is this what will make him feel whole, worthwhile, wanted? ]

Hm...

[ He'll test the waters. Slowly, carefully Yosuke slides his hands down the sides of Yu's torso, taking a moment to dip his thumbs along his hip bones. ]

Tweet Buzz Aldrin?

[ And pushes back slightly against Yu's hand. ]

He knows how to get there.

[ Yu just kinda... blinks at him, once or twice. And then his expression screws up, and he...

... starts to laugh. For the very first time since late December. And his laughter gets mixed up with barely-there gasps as Yosuke touches him, his hips again rolling up into his boyfriend's. For a moment ... just a moment, he feels ...

... happy ... ]

I don't -- I don't need the moon. Not when I already have the sun.

[ His hands squeeze, and he hides his smile against the joint of Yosuke's jaw as he arches up into his boyfriend to press a few kisses to his skin. ]

[ Yosuke drinks up that laugh. Every damn decibel. It's so refreshing, so wonderful that Yosuke thinks he'll do anything to hear Yu do it again. His intention is to kiss Yu immediately, but the roll of Yu's hips up into his is...well, pushing certain things against other things. And that feels kind of nice. ]

You--

[ That squeeze, that little smile, those words--that's plenty enough for Yosuke to grind himself back down with a little more purpose and grips Yu's waist.. ]

--are so cheesy sometimes...

[ For now, at least, it's like the clouds have broken. Yu keeps laughing, even when that laugh turns into little gasps of need, ah, ahhh sounds Yosuke might recognize. His muted warmth and his hotter need meld into the same thing. He burns and brightens, reflecting Yosuke's light. ]

Then what are you? [ his voice is a low, sweet murmur, but the way he grinds up into his boyfriend has a rhythm and a purpose now. his nerve endings spark everywhere yosuke touches him. ]

The bread to my cheese? The fruit to my chocolate? [ muttered as his teeth find purchase on any skin they can, biting gently. ]

[ He loves it. Loves, loves, loves that Yu continues to laugh. That there's a familiar airiness to it. It pulls a laugh of his own as he breathes out in hot puffs onto Yu's neck as he grinds back down, knees digging into the mattress, meeting each roll of Yu's hips with his own.

That feels nice. That feels really nice. Warmth spreads through his loins. ]

...Y-Your partner?

[ That's not a metaphor at all. ]

[ Another laughing gasp. ]

Yo-Yosuke--

[ Yu pulls Yosuke down hard, breathing out hot against his boyfriend's skin. His hands pull back -- and this time, snake their way into Yosuke's pants. ]

My partner.

[ He's definitely grabbing a handful of ass, smiling against Yosuke's lips. ]

My Yosuke.

[ Yu kisses him hard, hoping to steal his breath away. ]

Mn!

[ A surprised groan gets lost in that kiss, but the growing bulge in Yosuke's pants is hard to miss. He takes the opportunity to move his hands away from Yu's waist to slide up the front of his shirt, letting his fingers skate along the definition in his stomach and chest as he pushes that shirt up. ]

Yeah...

[ He breathes out against the other boy's lips in a short break, grinding down, again and again. ]

M' yours...

[ He pulls at Yu's bottom lip with his teeth. ]

'n you're mine.

I love you, [ Yu whispers once his mouth is free. For the first time in days, weeks?, he feels like he fits inside his own skin.

Yosuke isn't the only one with a growing problem. Yu can't take much more of this friction and heat -- not with all their clothes still on, anyway. Yu pulls his hands back again, instead hooking his thumbs into Yosuke's waistband. ]

Think we should get these off...?

[ Yosuke pulls up, slightly, so he can look down at the other boy more clearly. His pants...off entirely? That's definitely a step forward from last time. He takes a few heavy breaths to let it sink in, eyes glancing down Yu's frame, noting where he left the edge of his shirt strew halfway up his chest. ]

Yeah...

[ He looks back up, tugging back at that shirt. ]

You first, though.

[ Shirtless Yu is one of his favorites versions. ]

[ Yu pushes himself up on his elbows, and the smile on his face is ... it looks like normal. Like Yu.

He'll comply easily, tugging his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor. But once that's done, he'll sit up enough to wrap his arms loosely around Yosuke's neck. ]

Thank you. [ very soft. ]

[ That's a good smile. That's a smile worth fighting for.

Yosuke helps him pull his shirt off, his own hands dropping to the button of his jeans, but he pauses when he feels Yu's arms around his neck. He blinks, catching the other boy's gaze with a questioning one of his own. ]

Hm?

[ He's pretty sure Yu doesn't mean for helping him take his shirt off... ]

[ A flash of a grin. Yu just cups his face and kisses him quick, then lets himself flop back onto the bed. ]

It's nothing. Keep going.

[ Yosuke tilts his head slightly, but moves his attention to the task at hand. (Yu's good mood, maybe? No, that's honestly Yu's doing, not his. But he's happy to see it.) Yosuke unbuttons his jeans and opens his fly, which is the easy part to do without looking like an idiot. Unfortunately skinny jeans are never something one takes off gracefully, especially while trying to kind of straddle another person...

Yosuke actually has to roll off Yu partway through because they're so damn tight just ends up yanking them off inside out and sending them flopping over the side of the bed.

Whew.

Of course now he's kind of half laying next to Yu...trying not to make eye contact. Because that was definitely not sexy. ]

[ Yu cannot stop smiling. Even with Yosuke flopping around like a fish. Or maybe because of that...?

Well, he won't give his boyfriend too much time to be self-conscious. He'll roll onto his side, push up on his elbow, and kiss Yosuke hard while his other hand sneaks its way down into Yosuke's boxers to start stroking his erection. He won't strip Yosuke naked. Not unless he want to be.

I love you. I love you. Thank you. I love you so much. ]

Edited 2018-01-07 07:53 (UTC)

[ He is so fantastically good at ruining the mood, Yosuke thinks. And Yu is so fantastically good at recovering it. He gives a low hum when their lips connect again, followed by a deep groan as Yu's hand slips inside his underwear. It's a touch that Yosuke is only just getting to know, but it's a nice one.

Propping himself up with one arm as well, Yosuke's free hand runs almost reverently across Yu's skin, noting the planes of his chest that make him so decidedly male, down to the dip of his bellybutton. He breathes out across the other boy's lips, heavy and warm. His erection twitches in Yu's hand. ]

D-D'you...want your, um...pants...?

Not really, [ Yu breathes, smiling against Yosuke's mouth. ] But, I'll have to stop touching you to take them off... that's a problem, isn't it?

[ As Yu rubs his thumb in circles around the head of Yosuke's dick. ]

Mmm... what should we do?

Ah...

[ He shudders, mouth hanging open, fingers flexing against Yu's hipbone. Shit. The thought of Yu stopping that is definitely an unwanted one, is all that he manages to think for a moment. But he manages, ]

Please...

[ Which really isn't very helpful either way.

Yosuke tries again, licking his lips as his glazed eyes search Yu's. ]

I wanna--ngh--do it together.

[ Ah. That gets Yu's expression to soften, and Yu leans in for a kiss, then another, then another, sticky and lingering.

Then he pulls his hand away. ]

Together. As partners. Isn't that right?

[ A last kiss, and then Yu rolls onto his back. He has an easier time shucking off his pants and tossing them away. Leaving them both in their boxers, though Yosuke still has his shirt...

Yu rolls towards him again, this time reaching up just to touch his face. ]

Think you can get that shirt off for me, in exchange?

[ Yosuke nods, a little dumbly, but earnestly. ]

Yeah...that's right.

[ He watches his boyfriend strip with growing interest, so ready to lean in and kiss him once he has the option. ]

Huh?

[ Wait, what? ]

Oh--uh...y-yeah.

[ He can do that. Then they can match.

He'll steal one kiss, though, because he wants it. Then Yosuke pulls back, pulling off his shirt in less of a mess than his pants, at least. But he realizes...this is the most naked they've been in front of each other. (Swimsuits don't count.) ]

Yu...

[ He slips back next to Yu, bumping their noses together. ]

[ Yu simply gathers Yosuke into his arms. His blood is still humming, but for a moment all he wants to do is hold his boyfriend close, skin pressed to warm skin, and breathe in the sweat-and-shampoo smell of his hair. Slow, soft kisses are pressed to Yosuke's cheek, Yu taking his time in lavishing his boyfriend with affection. ]

C'mere.

[ Only once he's had his fill will he try and shift, rolling onto his back and tugging at Yosuke so his boyfriend will lie on top of him. He likes the pressure and security of it; being beneath another body reminds him that his own is real, accepted, forgiven for existing.

And also it feels nice when Yosuke grinds down onto him. ]

[ Yosuke has zero problems with this arrangement. This time he finds himself strewn between Yu's legs, hips lined up almost perfectly with the other boy's. So grind he does, relishing in the contact between their respective erections, clothed as they are, but the rub of the fabric does add another nice added friction. ]

Mmm...

[ He hums against Yu's lips, letting his eyes fall shut. His hands roam the sides of Yu's torso, finally finding purchase at his waist. ]

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