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[well he's only got experience with his hand and a dildo Yu, so clearly he's not exactly sure himself. even then, there's part of him that's even embarrassed by even asking for that considering... ya know, he big deal he made of it a few months ago.

don't look at him--

it's also incredibly difficult to think while he's getting stimulation on his dick and Yu is kissing his body like this. he just knows that he wants more of whatever he can get.]

I want you inside me...

[THERE he said it, his face is flaming hot red. he's going to try to cover the fact that this is happening to his expression to kiss Yu right underneath his earlobe and suck on him there, trying to leave a mark of his own.]

[He... Did he hear that right?

Look-- sorry Yosuke, he is going to look at you. Just for a second. There's a searching inquiry in his gaze for that moment, a sort of really?? incredulousness after the giant fuss he made a while ago, but he...can't picture Yosuke saying something like this as a joke, so--

... There's a particular sort of arousal that comes from the realization that he actually means that; that, holy shit, this is something that he wants? --And then his lips are on Yu's neck, just behind his ear, and between that insane realization and the feel of Yosuke's breath hot on his skin, the sound that comes out of him is halfway between a gasp and a barely-restrained moan.

But that-- hold on, wait a second, this isn't the kind of thing you just plunge headfirst into, so he stops to take stock of the situation. One hand goes to Yosuke's shoulder, the other cups his cheek, seeking eye contact.] You're sure? [... He asks, thinking of Yosuke's well-being, having no fucking idea that apparently he's been practicing.. Yu's red all the way from his cheeks to his collarbones, but he's clearly into the idea, if his lasting erection is any indication.]

[DON'T LOOK AT HIM

goddammit, maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all. because now Yu's looking at him and he's gonna have to. explain. eventually. either now or later.

he laughs a bit nervously, looking at how red Yu is.]

I wouldn't have said it if I weren't...

[he waves his hand around, the one that isn't currently touching Yu's erection.]

Don't bring up what I know you're going to bring up. [not that stupid rule that he made up when Yosuke had found out Yu and Mikey were seeing each other. not... that he would've wanted to walk into that sort of thing, anyway.] Y-You asked me what I wanted--

[not the beginning of embarrassed babbling lmao]

[Yosuke, don't laugh, that's not nice!

Ah. Embarrassed babbling. That's pretty familiar. Yu wants to stop that in its tracks, that tendency Yosuke has to get flustered. So he leans forward and presses their lips together. A silent chill out.]

I did. I know. But... [Ohhh his face has gone hotter, his cheeks burning.] This is the kind of thing you have to sort of...prepare for.

[Yu isn't flustered, not exactly, but-- it's hard to figure out just how much he needs to explain. In spite of whatever is going on in his head, he's stillin control enough to be concerned.]

... I don't want to hurt you.

[Yosuke leans forward again when Yu kisses him, almost sort of melting into it. he's really kind of pathetic right now, he thinks. but it's not like Yu isn't used to seeing him completely pathetic.

when Yu pulls away, Yosuke averts his eyes and shifts more. it's kind of uncomfortable because he's so aroused, but. they've got to have... some... sort of conversation about it. wheeze.]

...

[clears throat.]

There's... stuff, underneath my mattress.

[with his porn shit. don't ask questions. oh my god don't ask questions]

[Stuff. There's stuff. Yu tries very, very hard not to look entirely incredulous or confused, because he's never known Yosuke to have stuff. He succeeds, but only because he's the first to disentangle himself and go to investigate this claim of stuff.

After the first weird shock of the moment passes --partner, you are full of surprises-- he looks back at Yosuke for a second, a teasing smile playing on his lips.]

So this is where you keep your stash, hmm?

[He says that so calmly, that callback to earlier days in Inaba, but he's still red all over. It's fine. Look, it's a way to break the tension, right?Anyway, he pulls up the corner of the mattress to grab...the stuff.]

On...the bed, maybe? Or couch, floor...?

[Yu seems fairly comfortable with any of these ideas, really.]

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[Yosuke doesn't even wanna know how he's so comfortable with any of these scenarios. how Yu is still pretty cool through it, even though Yosuke can tell he's kind of shocked at... the stash.

he knees finally get weak enough that he just kind of slides down onto the floor, and he kicks the rest of his clothes off that were still kind of lingering on and around him.]

Just... just get it and get over here...

[he doesn't trust himself to do something completely and utterly embarrassing on the way to anywhere else atm thank you very much.]

[Yu exhales, a soft huff somewhere between a breath and a laugh, not at Yosuke's expense but definitely at his reaction. It's hard to say what's more surprising about this stash, the lubricant or the toy. He has no idea if that's what Yosuke wants right now, but he brings it just in case.

He puts both of these things on the floor nearby, tilting his head at the sight of the Yosuke-shaped puddle on the floor.]

Comfortable?

[If he's not, he'd better find a way to get there.]

[well. at least Yu seeing it kind of explains things in a way that would be so much more awkward to say otherwise.

he resists the urge to panic in awkwardness again as Yu gets closer again, because he's thinking that there's absolutely no way this is happening. but instead of answering, he's going to meet Yu where he is and kiss him again so he can get swept up in that all over again instead of being in this state. maybe if they get to the kissing and touching part he'll feel less embarrassed, and it'll feel more real again--]

[The kiss is so sudden that Yu almost falls back, steadying himself by putting his hands on Yosuke's hips. As surprising as it is, it's also good, and he hums out a small breathy sigh as his arms wind around the small of his back, tracing feather-light lines with the pads of his fingers.

The logistics are absurd, if you think about it. Positioning, preparing... his mind is working the angles, taking stock of options. But-- Yosuke is probably onto something with the don't think, just do it approach, so he follows suit, pulling Yosuke closer to deepen the kiss, shivering slightly as their chests press together.

They'll figure this out. They're partners, after all.]

[Yosuke is a damn pro at being don't think, just do it and maybe Yu should take some notes sometime.

but he presses into Yu a bit more, goosebumps rising yet again on his skin at the touch on the small of his back. now that he has no more clothing to grab Yu with, he grabs his hips instead and leans forward, as if trying to get Yu to topple backwards.

don't think about it he keeps seeming to say.]

[What the--?!

He does topple over, narrowly avoiding banging his head on the floor because he pulls Yosuke down with him. The kiss is long, deep, and breathless, and Yu is the first to introduce tongue, gently pushing it toward Yosuke's lips, seeking entry.

All the same, Yu has a strong sense that this is a new, but somehow unsurprising, side of Yosuke that he's seeing, and he's shocked by how much it turns him on. He cants his hips up to meet the other boy's, slotting a knee between his legs to grind into his hips.]

[Yosuke moans into Yu's mouth as he parts his lips to let his tongue into his own mouth. the leg between his drives him insane, and he grinds himself onto it to get more friction on him.

he reaches down to stroke at Yu's erection too, his fingers reaching all the way down to the base of Yu's dick before giving him a few firm strokes as well.]

[That moan echoes right through him like a shiver, and oh, it's incredible, he wants to hear it again and again and again. He could probably come just like this, friction and kisses slipping between the two of them right here in the floor, but he chases the feeling of that sound, pressing his knee against Yosuke while his hands reach up to palm his ass, fingertips pressing into flesh, pulling him closer. A low sound rumbles in his throat, a gravelly, hungry groan, as his tongue slips against the other boy's.]

[there's that feeling of Yu's hand on his ass and the friction getting more intense and even though he likes the feeling of Yu's tongue, he has to pull away. his breathing is just getting rougher, and he places his head against Yu's neck, moaning again as he jerks his hips up against the other boy.]

Yu...

[his voice sounds absolutely pathetic by now and he doesn't care, because same. he could come just from this too.]

My... Yu...

[The cadence of that sound makes his dick throb, and he gasps as their hips meet, another groan of pleasure pulsing through him. Yosuke's lips graze his throat as he puts his head down and--]

Kiss me, [Yu whispers, his breath coming in shaky gasps,] right there. Yosuke, I-- hah, [another little moan; he's rock hard against that grinding, and one hand goes to the other boy's dick, his grip gentle but insistent as he strokes.] I'm almost--

[he doesn't just kiss Yu there. he can't help it, he's so stimulated that he just sucks on him hard instead, and he rocks his hips up against the other boy as he comes. he groans again at the release, his fingers briefly digging into Yu's skin before they start to slack. he's in a bit of a haze, but he does have the thought to firmly continue to stroke Yu.

he still needs to get off, after all.

while he does it, Yosuke starts kissing at Yu's collarbone. he's still trying to catch his breath, so in between dragging lips on him, his breath comes out short and hot against him.]

[A shivery moan pours out of him as Yosuke puts his lips to the spot on his throat, and somehow it's even better, absolutely worth the mark he's going to be sporting later. He's tipping closer and closer, but it's the sound the other boy makes during orgasm that finally puts him over the edge, and with a long, drawn gasp, he comes, his back arching off the floor, fingers digging into Yosuke wherever he can reach him.

It feels like ages before the haze finally lifts, but it's really only a few moments. Breathless, with stars behind his eyes and sweat on his brow, he reaches up and grabs the back of Yosuke's neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Softer, this time, maybe even a little lethargic.]

[Yosuke laughs softly into the kiss, letting Yu kiss him for a moment before pulling away. he tilts his head and pushes Yu's bangs away for a moment, and then sits up and gets the towel he discarded at some point and wipes his abdomen off before tossing it to Yu.

he sits back down on the floor next to him, and he frowns at the marks on Yu... he traces some of them for a moment. but then it's like he remembers himself, and he looks at the mark he left on his best friend. finally, he looks up at Yu's eyes.]

I... wanted to talk to you, you know. [his eyebrows pinch in concern.] But I don't know if it's a good time now.

[its not really a negative tone or expression. more or less concern, as he traces where those marks are on Yu.]

What-- what do you think? Can I talk to you?

[That light touch on his arms... he's spent, completely and utterly, but somehow, absurdly, the touch leaves him wanting more. That greedy, uncompromising tangle of emotions is still there, after all, and while he's almost too tired to fight about anything, he knows he needs to be aware of it.

... and yet...

Yu takes the towel and starts trying to clean himself up. It gives him an extra moment to process what he wants to say, which-- right now, he might need.]

... I don't want to leave things unsaid. [The words are heavy, punctuated by his expression, thoughtful, serious, as they make eye contact.]

So-- let's talk.

[Yosuke swallows hard. it makes him so nervous that it might make him sick, but he just needs to rip off the bandaid.]

I wanted to apologize. For the... mistletoe thing.

[his expression looks sad. he knew from the look on Yu's face that day that he'd fucked up, but everything had been so weird then. he'd come back from the dead, and even though he'd been grappling with his feelings for Yu pretty much since they got here, it still got all jumbled up. fucked up.]

I know it's not fair that I've been weird. I know you told me I can tell you anything. But it's the first time I've had feelings for someone like this, and it's for someone that I can't ever replace... so I was scared. I still am scared, but you don't deserve me being an ass because of it.

["Apologize for the mistletoe"... does that mean he has some regrets about it? Yu wants to ask, but Yosuke clearly has a lot more to say, so he bites back on it for now, worrying his lower lip a bit as he watches his friend's expression. Listens.

His own face remains stoic, for the most part, though his eyebrows lift a bit at the word "feelings." He's not sure what to make of it, yet. Any of it.]

Oh, [he says softly, once Yosuke finally does pause. But he's groping for words, to be honest, trying to figure out what the other boy is getting at -- what he's not saying yet. Because clearly there's something, and it's... it's like he's afraid of it.

Maybe Yu should brace himself, so to speak.] Yosuke, I... you don't...

[... but he trails off there. To be honest, he's still somewhat confused -- this time it does show in his expression.]

[no. no no no. don't try to block his feelings Yu, not when he's about to actually finally say it.

he takes a deep breath, and his next sentence comes out in a quick breath.]

I think I love you.

[now he's staring at the floor... feeling exposed in like the worst way possible. not just because he's still naked but he feels like his heart is right out there and Yu can just take it and then give it back to him for all he cares.

but he had to say it.]

But I don't want to make it weird. I know you see other people. [at least Mikey, god knows who else.] You're always surrounded by so many people, and I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me stuff because I was the idiot who caught feelings for you. I just... had to tell you. Before I keep making everything worse. Or awkward. Or both.

[... ... ...

Uh.

Few things can render Yu Narukami completely speechless, but this-- this is definitely on the list. For a moment, he has to question whether he heard that right. Whether this might be some effect of whatever's happening to his skin. When he breaks it down, tries to pick at the pieces, he... he can't see it as anything other than real. Not when Yosuke is so steadfastly avoiding his gaze on top of everything else.

Something brief and hot flares in his chest, some annoyance at the way Yosuke puts himself down like that, but-- that, that feeling, is definite something spurred on by the affliction.

As for the rest...]

Yosuke... [Okay, now-- now he thinks they need eye contact. He leans forward and grabs Yosuke's hand, tugging him close enough that they're looking directly at each other. His cheeks are dusted lightly with pink; somehow, this feels even more intimate than everything else did. In spite of that, his answer comes swift and solid.]

... I feel the same way about you.

[the silence is deafening while Yu works it all out. and he's determined not to look at Yu, at least for maybe 5 business days, especially since he did the dumb chick flick thing of yeah we had sex and I love you. to be fair, that wasn't his intention at all. but when someone you care about so much is showering so much attention on you, it's so hard to say no.

but then Yu's grabbing him and forcing him to look him in the eyes, and this time it's Yosuke's brain that completely sputters to a stop.]

... Huh?

[there's no possible way he heard that right.]

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