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[That one word, please, sends a shiver right down to his toes, forcing a puff of exhaled breath. It's a powerful feeling, and instantly, Yu wants to hear it again. So he pulls Yosuke closer by the hips, just a bit, but he doesn't start pushing, not just yet--]

Say it again, [he says softly, his voice gravelly, a whisper. His lips brush the shell of Yosuke's ear.] Say please.

[he wants Yu that bad...

he presses himself closer, as if trying to urge Yu to do something. kind of trying to distract him again.]

Please...

[he sounds so pathetic still when he says it.]

I need you...

[It would be sinfully easy to keep pushing, to tease and tease until Yosuke's voice cracks, until he's begging, until he's aching with need and about to boil over...

Yu doesn't do any of that. Instead he swallows thickly, biting back the feeling, and he holds the other teen's hips steady. It's a small push, at the start, but his breath still hitches and stills with the effort of restraint, of trying not to go too fast, too hard. He urges Yosuke closer, too, with the tug of his hands against his hips and with a low, gravelly voice whispered against his shoulder,]

C'mere, then.

[Yosuke's breath hitches as well and he fights back a moan as he feels Yu push. it's not really quick enough for him, so he pushes back slowly. he doesn't want to hurt himself either, even though he has his own needs...

but that need is about to start getting satiated, so there's that. he can be glad about that.]

[His grip, his breathing -- it feels like even his heartbeat is measured as Yosuke moves, sinking slowly on his dick, and absurdly, he feels a pulse of affection alongside arousal as he gently guides him by the hips. Seconds stretch out, and it-- it's better than good, it's amazing. Yosuke feels incredible around him, enough so that it's probably the absurdly-timed, subtle creak of the desk beneath them that keeps him from boiling over.

Another breath, slow, a bit shaky, and he's all the way in.

He just stays like that for a moment, trying to give Yosuke the time he needs, and nips at his shoulder with a small, soft kiss.]

Tell... tell me when you're ready. Okay?

[god, Yu feels so good inside of him. his head spins as he moans in earnest this time, not holding it back.]

I'm... I'm ready.

[the kiss feels like fire on his skin, stimulating him all the more into as he wants more friction. to feel Yu moving.]

[Even after Yosuke gives the go-ahead, Yu hardly dares to breathe for another moment, pulling himself back from a premature tipping point as Yosuke makes that sound. He shudders against the other boy, a gravelly groan rumbling out of his throat.

Holding him firmly at the hips, Yu starts slowly, tipping back before thrusting again, again, again;]

Yosuke, [whispered breathlessly against his ear,] you feel amazing.

[Yosuke moans as Yu starts thrusting inside him, and he shifts his hips back against him with the thrusts to get the most out of it.]

You do too...

[feeling Yu inside him makes his head spin and his core tighten. it's kind of sad that he could come so easily just by Yu fucking him, but he could. it doesn't really take too much.]

More...

[More is what Yu wants, too -- more friction, more touching, more of those sounds Yosuke is making--

--his breath hitches.]

Careful. We don't want to get caught. [There's a teasing edge to his voice, but as much as those moans send throbs of arousal straight to his cock, there's a grain of truth in the words, too. They're still in the club building, still sneaking around before the last people empty out of it.

He doesn't make it easy, though, thrusting deeper as if he's trying to make it more of a challenge.]

[that's so true. Yosuke's basically forgotten about the fact that they're still in near-public, but... guess that's what happens when you're doing this shit.

good thing Yu had some sort of brain.

but then Yu's thrusting deeper, and Yosuke has to bite the side of his mouth not to moan out loud. he can't help it that he's loud when it comes to this sort of thing, but this is also going straight to his dick. it's getting a little bit of friction too, between the part of his pants and the desk... which helps nothing at all.

but he's gonna try to take it seriously!! for now.]

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