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(don't ask, he can't explain. perhaps... there is a better understanding, a higher connection after what they just been through - or, if they were to be difficult about it too, he could easily argue that it can very be his body who misses another. he has been cast aside from home in his own home when his home left.

in a way, it nearly feels like home-coming.

if yosuke remembers well, manjiro's not quiet, nor is he shy when he feels that pang in his stomach, the goosebumps that make the hairs on his arm to raise - an audible sigh escapes through the kiss, his legs, ever so muscular, wrapping around the other's hips to bring them even closer.)

[he'd almost forgotten how strong Mikey's legs were as he gets brought closer. he doesn't want to unpack how attractive he thinks that is, so he doesn't. he's got other things to think about right now, as he rolls his hips down so that there's friction on their dicks through their pants.

he does need to fix that, but... not quite yet. even if the sigh raises his own goosebumps, and his pants get tighter still as he gets more aroused.]

(please, enjoy the murder thighs, they worked really hard to be what they are today.

too sensitive is how he has been feeling, which comes into view with the fact that he's completely hard with so little. too much tension, too alone for someone who is hardly ever so, so the roll of hips is easily rewarded with a moan that he tries to hide by kissing the harder, faster, a distraction of sorts.

that said, he's not distracted, he's on a damn mission, wasting very little time by undoing yosuke's pants to wrap his hand around him.)

[Yosuke responds with a moan of his own as he feels Mikey's fingers wrap around him. he leans into it, as he starts to attempt to take off Mikey's own pants, responding to the kiss with just as much ferocity. it's pathetic, he knows. he's pathetic, but he wants this so bad.

he breaks the kiss just long enough to reach for the table next to the couch, opening one of the drawers and getting a bottle of lube out from it. don't ask why there's one just chilling in their living room... just don't ask.

his breathing is already coming out in short bursts, and he feels warm all over. needy.]

(this might be a record of how fast has yosuke ever undressed him - it's always a back and forth of Difficult and Bitchy that it takes them a while to get going. part of him wonders if yosuke missed him too, or is this just a reaction he's having to the shittiness of it all? a question manjiro will find the answer as they go.

at least neither have to peel away to deal with logistics, and for that, manjiro's grateful.)

[listen... he's feeling some sort of way about everything right now, and Mikey's there. understanding. not outwardly judging. that's enough to give him this sort of attention, honestly.

he opens the bottle of lube and pauses for a moment, getting one question in.]

You ready?

[because he wants to make sure, first.]

(the clicking noise of the bottle opening reminds him of something that he would definitely hate to admit, so his eyes goggle in response, mouth opening and closing a few times, but alas, here goes.)

... I haven't been with anyone ever since, so you gotta prep and be nice for a little while, alright? But other than that, yeah.

(it's not that he's nervous.

it's maybe that he's a bit nervous. it means a lot, whether they want to admit it or not.

just be nice.)

[he listens, and then nods. whatever Mikey needs is fine with him...

and then he starts to prep him, slowly and gently as he was asked to, watching Mikey's face to see his reactions. both for comfort and also to watch him get worked up in real time, if possible...]

(it's not that he intended to give a show, it's just that he likes this a little way too much. he has craved it, and to receive after such a while felt like something heavenly. with his head tilted back, the tattoo is even more apparent, lips half-opened as he allows the moans and sighs to leave him without a trace of shame.

he's never had any shyness to showing he was enjoying it, either way. what would be the fun in hiding?)

[Yosuke knows you're an attention whore, Mikey.

he leans down to kiss at the tattoo, his eyes closing slightly as he does it. for some reason... there's affection there. he'd never had time to unpack that before all hell broke loose... and he's not going to unpack it now.

he finds Mikey's lips again and kisses him again, his fingers still loosening him up so that he's comfortable.]

(they never talked, because disaster caught up to them before they had a chance to - but now, with tables turned and openings, perhaps they won't even have to. manjiro's eager, urging for more friction as he clenches around the fingers inside him and returns the kiss with so much want, as if he's trying to communicate that the affection is retributed, and just as much of that is the craving for more display of it.

another noise leaves right into yosuke's mouth, before manjiro decides to speak.)

... All that shit, we get it out of us and leave it here.

... Fuck me. I'm ready.

... Yeah.

[he's tired of being angry and emotional. this year had taken such a toll on him so far, and made him feel things he hadn't wanted to feel at all.

there's a moment where he takes a deep breath, before he pushes inside of Mikey, shifting his hands so that they're at his hips.]

I'm sick of it.

(the moment yosuke is finally in makes manjiro sink his nails onto the biceps that he is currently holding. fuck, it's been-- a while, ever since he got to aldrip again. longer, if he's to think about how long has it been since he had done it with yosuke in the first place. whatever it means, he isn't sure right now, and he finds that this is not what he wants to think about through the entire ordeal. it's a processing motion, yes, but not for what is, but what was.

he'll switch them up in position in a little while. let him remember for a second.)

[there's a groan that escapes Yosuke when he feels himself inside Mikey. he breathes hot against his skin, before slowly thrusting again. it's been a minute since he's been with Mikey... but this is completely different. so much had changed since then -- and Mikey has even new memories to go alongside it all.

but he doesn't think about that. he thinks about starting a pace, a rhythm of fucking Mikey, his own fingers starting to dig into his skin as he does it.]

Mikey...

(new memories, and a whole new body. scars are different, his skin bears tattoos, and even the callouses in his hands seem to be placed at differing spots. he's a whole different person, who lived too many lives, and right now, he misses this one.

manjiro was expecting something rougher, given what they've been through, how many emotions they've been keeping to themselves, but the slow rhythm is disarming and he smiles at his name. it feels nice, and his hand moves to caress yosuke's cheek as he attempts to move with him.)

... Thought you'd be mad at me.

[he's just getting started Mikey, give him a minute. whether it's because of this that he speeds up his pace and grasps Mikey's hip with one of his hands, or his words, who knew.]

Shut up.

[he has to take a minute in between some ragged gasps, and he puts his head against Mikey's neck.]

We're not... talking about this... right now.

(there we go. the gasp he gives is both loud and unexpected even for him, especially with the grab. it's a weakness he has, and he admits it very easily... but the point here hasn't been getting off, it has been to process, and when he presses against manjiro's neck, there's a kiss that he presses to his temple.

he'll shut up, especially as they go. they won't keep at this position for all of it, but for now, he's fine letting yosuke lead.)

[God, he's so glad Mikey's stopped talking. stopped trying to make it a whole Thing, when Yosuke just wants to move past it all. he's still not great at talking things out when said person isn't Yu... but even that was a bit of a struggle for a little while there.

he doesn't want to think, though. that's not what he wants out of all of this, so he shoves himself more into Mikey, groaning into his ear as he does it. he's getting so wound up that he feels like he's going to cum soon from it all...]

You feel... so good...

(the original thing he felt when he first kissed yosuke hardly changed. what is it about this boy that yu likes so much? perhaps it's that vulnerability that he has, that he hides so loudly, so unapologetically so.

his lips are not idle as he rides the same rhythm, feeling the groan, feeling the pressure building--)

You should find out how much better I feel on all fours.

[there's a bit of a pause as Yosuke lets Mikey's words trickle into his single braincell. there's... something that definitely turns him on.]

Then what are you waiting for?

[he'll pull out for just a moment so that he can try to initiate the other boy to start rolling over...]

I think you shouldn't talk when you're in or about to be in me.

(that's probably a wise thing, because he slaps the hand that IS TRYING TO ROLL HIM OVER WHAT IS THIS before he puts his hair on a bun and does so.

fucker. he hates him.)

[he hates you too, bitch.

not really, because he's going to push inside Mikey again when he gets into position, groaning at the feeling of him around him again.

he told him he's not going to talk. so he's not going to talk!! at least, not for right now.]

(this position always works for him, his back arching as soon as yosuke is back inside and moving. it never fails to hit the right spots like this, and he has no shame into bending further, moving against the other's hips.)

[Yosuke groans as he feels himself move inside Mikey again, even moreso now that Mikey's moving back against him. that just makes him increase his pace again, putting his hands on the other boy's hips as he does so.]

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