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[ 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. ]

Ah, ah--! Haaa...

[ Gasps, soft but sharp. Yu has to bite his lip to keep from making noise, but it's a losing battle with so little fabric left between them.

When Yosuke kisses him he melts into it, kissing back hard and desperately. His arms loop around Yosuke's shoulders, loosely draped, but his nails dig into Yosuke's shoulder blades. ]

Yosuke... I want-- I want to feel you...

[ That's right--they're at Yu's uncle's place. It's pretty late, so he's sure that the guy is still home...they need to be quiet.

Yikes.

Which is hard when Yu says things like that. ]

Mngh...

[ He's pretty sure he could finish just by doing this, each roll of his hips bringing another welcome jolt of pleasure up his spine. ]

Huh?

[ He blinks, eyes opening questioningly. Feel...like...without his underwear? ]

What... [ God, that's nice. Yosuke let's out a long sigh, letting his forehead hit Yu's shoulder. His next words are spoken into his chest. ] ...like how...?

Um...

[ Biting his lip for different reasons, Yu will snake a hand between their bodies, again slipping searching fingers beneath Yosuke's waistband. ]

I was thinking... like this?

[ That hand slips back out, and then pushes Yosuke's boxer-briefs down until his erection is free, waistband tucked beneath and pushing up his balls.

His fingers are a light touch, at least for the moment. ]

Is this okay...?

[ He lifts his hips up just slightly to give the other boy more room to work. It's interesting feeling what Yu is doing rather than seeing it, though Yosuke honestly keeps embarrassing himself any time he'd try to actually look. (He was only able to half watch that blowjob, after all.) His erection is only too happy to be free and even the lightest of touches makes it twitch. ]

Y-Yeah...

[ He breathes out again, placing a few sloppy kisses to Yu's collarbone. ]

And this?

[ His right hand leaves Yu's waist to tug at the waistband of his boxers. ]
...You too?

... please, [ he whispers, too shy for volume. He'll tighten the circle of his arms and hide his face in Yosuke's neck while his boyfriend tugs his own waistband down, trying to breathe his way through his growing need. ]

You know how much I love you, don't you...?

[ softly, a little mindlessly. ]

[ He'll place more kisses against whatever inch of Yu's skin he's closest to in response. Gingerly, Yosuke releases Yu's erection, feeling swell of the veins on the back of his knuckles. He gives a shuddering breath, remembering how it felt the last time he held it. ]

You're so...

[ He takes the shaft, pumping slightly, feeling the head hit his stomach due to their proximity as he strokes.

God. ]

Ah, ha, Yosuke....!

[ Soft, soft, but again with that sharp plaintive note. Yu arches his back as Yosuke grasps and strokes him, moaning as quietly as he can manage. His hips buck, entirely involuntarily. ]

Please....!

[ He's not even sure what he's asking for. ]

[ All Yosuke knows is what feels right. And this feels right. The buck of Yu's hips brings Yosuke's down, his own erection now rubbing against Yu's pelvis, right next to his own. Yosuke gasps, almost choking on his breath at the proximity and heat. ]

Yu...

[ He keeps his own hips moving, a little awkward with his own hand in the way, but his dick needs something, and the way his balls are pressed up against the base isn't helping either. He pumps Yu in time with his thrusts--or he tries, though not entirely succeeding. Every time a new jolt of pleasure shoots through him he goes off beat or groans, trying to lose the sounds into Yu's chest. ]

Mmn! Haaa, Yosuke, Yosuke...

[ Small whines escape him despite his best efforts, his hips more jolting than rolling as feeling and heat crashes through him. Everywhere Yosuke touches him feels loved, and between blinks Yu feels his eyelashes grow damp.

So he'll pull Yosuke into a ravenous kiss, trying to swallow every sound his boyfriend makes. But the feeling of Yosuke's dick pressing into his belly, hard and increasingly slick as their precome mingles on his skin, makes him break away. He throws his head back, his throat working as he tries to speak. ]

I love, I love you, I love you so-- ah!--

Sh-sh---ngh...

[ The rational part wants to shush Yu--they can't make too much noise--but what really drives him forward is each wave of welcoming warmth that washes over him. Each small spark that ignites in his gut is motivation to grind down again, to squeeze Yu's erection and pull their hips closer together.

It's a jumble of different motions that Yosuke isn't doing a great job of monitoring. So after a moment, he stops, breathing heavily on Yu's lips.

Is he just bad at this? ]

This--'s hard...Yu...

[ How embarrassing. ]

[ Yu silences him immediately by tugging Yosuke into a satisfyingly wet open-mouthed kiss. Every nerve in his body is alive, singing Yosuke's name, and he doesn't care if it's messy or imperfect, if they fumble or make mistakes. ]

We're both hard, [ he deadpans without thinking, laughing even as he takes a moment to sigh out the steam building in his gut. ]

Here-- let me-- shift, a little?

[ Once Yosuke moves his hips the way Yu is gently pushing him, he'll move his hand to somewhat hesitantly -- after a touch, a beat, a breath -- curl his fingers around both their erections, and squeeze.

He muffles the sound he makes by sucking a hickey into Yosuke's collarbone. ]

[ That kiss makes him see stars. Yu's lips and teeth and tongue and just a whole lot of fuck yes. He's dizzy when Yu deadpans, a breathy laugh following partially because he's not sure what else to do. It takes him a moment to catch on, but he does lift his hips as he's guided, and--

Oh. ]

Oh...

[ That--that is new.

That is very new.

That is the exact definition of dicks touching and--shit.

The sound Yosuke makes is not muffled. The sound Yosuke makes is very audible as it bounces of the room and Yosuke quickly clamps a hand over his lips. He shudders, shaking his head slightly, but his hips are already moving. He pushes forward between Yu's thighs, his erection now lovingly trapped between Yu's and Yu's palm. God. It feels so good.

So damn good. ]

Shh! Shh, shh, shhh...

[ Laughing admonishments against Yosuke's ear, and Yu will nose at Yosuke's hand until he's given renewed access to his boyfriend's lips, which he seals with his own. But even Yu is moaning, humming and laughing, into their kiss. His hand pumps them hard, out of time with their thrusts, but it's enough, it's better than enough as sparks skitter up his veins.

Yu only breaks their kiss to bite Yosuke's jaw instead, the soft skin beneath his ear, the column of his throat. He bites and bites and any time he thinks there's a risk of Yosuke making noise he dives back in to tangle his tongue with Yosuke's.

Tears leak from the corners of his eyes, and he's not sure if it's from happiness or sadness or too-intense pleasure or what, anymore. ]

[ They've only just started to find that really good position and Yosuke isn't sure how long he's going to last. Fuck. At least with his mouth otherwise occupied any time he gets a little too noisy--which may make Yu fairly busy--his hand reaches down instead to grip one of Yu's legs. He holds it firmly, an anchor for Yosuke to angle each of his thrusts into Yu's hand.

He can feel that coil of heat building in his gut. The slap of skin on skin is enough to drive him wild in and of itself. Yosuke moans into Yu's mouth, so lost in the feelings that he doesn't notice the way the bed frame starts to squeak. ]

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