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[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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