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[ 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. ]

[ He can't take this. He can't. Tears keep streaming from his eyes, his head ludicrously dizzy with arousal and emotion he can't name. When he breaks away to gasp and pant, he finds his mouth floods with saliva and it's mortifying and he doesn't care.

He can't stand this. He feels like he wants to burst into tears it feels so good and the absurdity of it is totally outmatched by the intensity. This is fucking, this is sex, and to feel Yosuke pressing into him like this, sweaty and slick and losing control, is--

it's too much.

So it's probably no surprise that he tumbles first, his orgasm hitting him so hard that he doesn't make a sound, his voice trapped in his throat as he chokes and goes completely taut. Jerkily his hand keeps tugging on them both as he tries to pull himself through his orgasm and Yosuke into orgasm. But it's hard when the world is bursting apart into stars behind his eyelids.

Finally he collapses to the bed, panting like he's just run a race, somehow only now realizing how sweaty he is. He wants to just melt, to fall asleep, but no, he--

--Yosuke--

Yu has only just enough presence of mind to shift his hand, to release his own softening cock because it's just too sensitive for him to want to touch, and then turn his fingers into a tunnel slick with his own cum for Yosuke to fuck. ]

[ He's seen Yu cum before--once, really, but that's still one time--and this is so much more intense. Maybe their proximity helps, rather than having Yu sitting next to him, he has Yu underneath him, straightening, then feeling his hips shake slightly as he pumps himself to completion. The entire time Yosuke watches, feeling a little filthy, but unable to stop as his own hips continue to jerk forward.

To watch Yu come undone, to feel his erection spasm and orgasm right next to his own, trapped in Yu's grip as his thighs hug Yosuke's hips. It blows his fucking mind.

Wow.

He isn't thinking, he's completely incapable of it at the moment. All he can do is drive forward as he fucks Yu's hand. It's no surprising that he doesn't last much longer, the tingling building in his gut until his balls squeeze and he lets out a strangled cry. So much for being quiet.

His motions are shaky as he shudders, hips out of sync as his cum mixes with Yu's on their stomachs and on Yu's hand. A few final pumps of his hips and he's spent. Yosuke tries to hold himself up for a moment longer but fails, limbs shaking, and collapses on top of Yu.

Holy shit. ]

[ It's a bit surreal, watching Yosuke jerk and tremble above him. It is by far the hottest thing he's ever seen, and he watches the whole thing with lips slightly parted. If he hadn't already come, seeing this would certainly have done him in. Not to even mention the feeling of his boyfriend's slick erection sliding back and forth in his hand.

Wow.

Makes him wonder if there might be other places he'd want that dick in the future.

(The future, right? That thing he'll get to have?)

Well, anyway. Yu lets out a small "oof" once Yosuke collapses on top of him, and without thinking he simply wraps his arms around his boyfriend and sighs. For a long moment he's content to simply lay there and breathe, but eventually he'll surrender to the impulse to press little kisses to Yosuke's hair. ]

[ There is not a single fiber in Yosuke's being that wants to move. Nope. Not at all. He's run a few miles for gym class before, but nothing has felt as totally exhausting as this. Or as satisfying. Normally he would be so grossed out that they're all sweaty and sticky for other reasons, too, but he just can't bring himself to care. Not yet.

He's just a jumble of limbs, face smushed against Yu's shoulder.

He sighs, giving a small mumble when Yu starts to kiss the top of his head. ]

Mmf...

[ So eloquent. ]

Mmf is right, [ Yu agrees sagely, running the hand that isn't covered in cum up and down Yosuke's back in comforting strokes. He keeps pressing kisses to Yosuke's hair as he stares at the ceiling, thinking about everything and nothing at once. ]

[ That's nice. That's relaxing. Honestly, Yosuke could probably fall asleep like this...

...which he almost does. Until he just suddenly, awkwardly jolts awake. And then relaxes a bit.

He sighs, wiggling a little as he makes himself more comfortable, nuzzling into Yu's shoulder. ]

...'dun wanna move.

[ To be honest, Yu wants to fall asleep with him. He at least shuts his eyes, letting himself rest and his heart rate return to something normal. He's just starting to contemplate allowing himself to doze when Yosuke jerks awake again, and Yu only laughs softly. ]

Me either. But we should probably clean up.

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