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[Yosuke tenses when Yu grabs him and brings him close. there's a part of him that's bracing for him to get hit just as an instinct... but then he thinks that this is Yu. he wouldn't actually hurt him.

and then he's backed up again before Yosuke could really react, and he balls his hands into fists to keep them from shaking.]

What do you mean it's not about you?? You're the one with this creepy black stuff all over you!

[he redirects his adrenaline into something more annoyed than startled...]

[Damn it all, he doesn't understand anything, does he? Maybe that's the most infuriating part, because it's not about Yu, not really; this terrible self-sacrificing streak is all about Yosuke. Who he is as a person, what he doesn't seem to believe about himself, which is that someone cares-- and that blind ignorance might be the worst thing of all. Yu is right here. How could he not know?

The heat in his chest blossoms outward, a fiery rage that engulfs his whole body, and Yu isn't sure he can stop it. He should leave, of course, should put some distance between them, but his legs won't listen. This strange, blind aggression isn't going away, but neither is the dreading, anxious feeling that he might somehow hurt the other boy. He doesn't want to do that, he would never--

Spurred on to act, to feed that aggression in any way he can without causing pain, desperate to communicate something he can't quite put into words, he pushes Yosuke back against the wall and roughly, urgently kisses him.]

[so much for not having physical contact.

for a moment, Yosuke's just not sure what happened. he's suddenly being pushed back against the wall and kissed, and he's very aware that Yu's half naked still. the kiss is so much more intense than last time, but after that moment of surprise he returns the energy. he kisses Yu back just as roughly and urgently, grabbing Yu by the hips and bringing him closer. it ignites something in him too, something he had been craving since the mistletoe and wasn't sure how to ask for. these feelings are so new and frightening, but in this moment while Yu's kissing him, he feels warm. relaxed.]

[Yosuke pulls him closer and he assents, his hands finding the other boy's waist as the distance between them narrows to a sliver. Yu pursues the kiss almost hungrily, uncompromising, refusing to allow even the smallest fraction of space between them, hardly daring even to breathe. Any thought of the black marks is completely out of his head by now; he doesn't even seem to care that he never managed to get his shirt on. In the back of his head, there's a strange realization that this seems to be something they're both agreeing to. They've both wanted this, wanted each other, and they've been so, so stupid about it, haven't they? Now it's like he's drawing every ounce of closeness out of the encounter, seeking more.]

[Yosuke's heart starts to race as Yu gets so much closer to him. he tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss as he starts to bring one of his hands up Yu's bare stomach and feeling his way up to his chest slowly. there's not much thought going on right now, just Yu and the feeling of his skin underneath this hand.]

[The touch is like fire on his skin, leaving small trails of heat as Yu exhales a soft, shivery gasp. He's losing his head, and he knows it, but the part of him that cares is taking a backseat right now. Is this what the corruption does? Breaks down his barriers and inhibitions? Later -- he'll care about that later. For now, he's seeking more, lips parting to deepen the kiss as his hands move to the other's hips, holding him there.]

Edited 2024-01-09 17:18 (UTC)

[Yosuke has to take in some air. he doesn't pause for long, and when he resumes kissing Yu he loses no intensity and takes his lead in parting his own lips as well. the hand that'd been traveling up his chest finds his way into Yu's hair, and his other hand moves to Yu's back as he presses him as close as he can get. there's a passing moment where he wonders if Yu can hear his racing heart -- not that he cares so much right now at all.]

Edited (Fat fingered on my cell) 2024-01-09 17:36 (UTC)

[The initiative Yosuke is taking is notable, if only because Yu wasn't expecting it at all. His surprise at that realization only lasts a moment before he leans all the way into it, his hands slipping under the hem of Yosuke's shirt to brush against bare skin. The sound of his own heartbeat is deafening in his ears; it seems they're both wondering about that, chests pressed together so close that there's nowhere to hide.]

[goosebumps start to form on Yosuke's arms as he feels Yu starting to touch his bare skin. he thinks it's a very real possibility that Yu can unravel him here, but he wants it.

he pulls away from the kiss, breathing hard as he starts to pepper kisses along Yu's jawline.]

[They should stop. He should stop. The thought is fleeting, gone as soon as it surfaces in his mind, eclipsed by the feeling of lips along his jaw, the soft puffs of breath against his neck... Did he realize it was there, all of that want? Has it been simmering just below the surface, waiting to come out like this? Whatever the reason, Yu pursues it without hesitating. His own movements are more urgent, far more impulsive than he usually likes to be, as he moves to trace a line of kisses along the delicate skin of Yosuke's throat, lingering a moment on each one.]

Edited (predictably changed my mind on the icon) 2024-01-09 19:40 (UTC)

[he'd been trying to figure out how to tell Yu how much he cared... how much he loves him, but this was absolutely not in his plans.

he remembers the marks on his friend again, and makes a sort of pathetic sound as he feels him kissing down his throat. but he has to think rationally, if only for just a minute.

he brings his hands up to Yu's head and tries to lift it so he can try to make eye contact with him.]

Yu... [it comes out kind of in an embarrassing huff of air, because he's so worked up over his closeness and everything they'd been doing up until now.] do you... really want this? It's--it's me, you know. Yosuke. Do you want...

[me? is the word that he's scared to say. is this thing warping Yu's mind somehow? will he regret it later? is it because he hadn't seen Mikey in a few days?

as much as he wants this and more... Yosuke isn't sure he could handle just being a replacement.]

[The sudden slow-down slams down on him like it's waking him from a daze. He never...he's not like that, that impulsive, hot-headed... Heat rises in his face, a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks, as his hands first find Yosuke's hands and then wind their way around the back of his neck.

A pause. Yu's eyebrows lift; is that really what Yosuke thought?]

I-- [He's still a bit breathless, his voice low and airy. But his expression is solid, unflinching. Committed.] I know, Yosuke. I see you.

[... maybe with more clarity than ever before. And maybe it's still that impulsiveness taking around in his brain or adrenaline or whatever, but he seems to speak his mind fairly clearly.]

... And I do. [want you.] I have. [thought about it.] I just...I thought...

[... come on, Yosuke, you don't really need him to finish that, do you]

[it'd been so damn confusing to be Yosuke Hanamura for so long. when he'd finally had the time to stop and think about it at home, he had considered that he had feelings for his best friend. but then Yu went back home... and he'd went ahead and called it a loss. he didn't have a great track record with maintaining long distance friendships, and he had even lesser hopes of anything romantic. besides, he was always surrounded by girls. pretty girls. it'd just been easier to dismiss everything before it became a problem.

until he found out that Yu didn't mind being with guys, too. the proximity to Yu and knowing that had unleashed so much want in him, but he was so damn confused about what to do about it. ignoring it didn't work. pretending he wasn't into Yu didn't work. and everything fell apart when they'd kissed under the mistletoe.

it's not like he had had a romantic date in mind or anything, because he knows himself and knows he'd probably just blurt I LOVE YOU to Yu randomly and then want to hide under a rock for the rest of his existence. but he had wanted to have the conversation, after the network post he'd made. but saying those sorts of things... he'd never done it before.]

If you're confused... think about how I've felt.

[it's a weak attempt at a joke, and he laughs a little bit before moving down to kiss Yu on the lips again. this time it's gentler at least, at least for the start. he's so relieved, that this might actually happen... or at least, he can see how far it goes.]

[But that's the thing, right now, isn't it? He doesn't want to think. If he starts thinking, he's going to go down a rabbit hole of questions and interrogations. If he starts thinking, he's going to realize that whatever's affected his hand is still affecting him in some way, and that's scary on a whole different level. If he starts to think--

The kiss throws everything off-balance. He exhales into it, pulling his arms tight around Yosuke's neck, fingers brushing against his hair.

There, again, is the want. The intoxicating urge to push for more. He pulls away for a moment, breathless, his expression serious as he brings a hand to the other boy's cheek, seeking eye contact.] Yosuke. If it gets to a point where you want to stop... please tell me. Okay? [A slight pinch in his brow is a telltale sign that this is concerning him. That he's taking it seriously. Because he's not sure he'll stop otherwise, and he needs that confirmation that Yosuke will figure out his limits before he keeps going.]

[there's a rush of heat that comes to his face as Yu makes his statement. he's not quite sure of his limits either, but... he's fine with experimentation, if it's with Yu.]

Yeah. Will do.

[he moves in for another kiss again, this time more urgent.

he can overthink this, but Yu absolutely can't.]

[Alarm bells should be ringing. There's a choice to make, here, and there's an answer to that choice that is safe and responsible. The right thing to do, if you will.

But Yu doesn't go that route. Not right now.

Yosuke kisses him again and the alarm bells stop, everything stops, everything except traded breaths and warm skin. His hands wind around to the small of Yosuke's back, pressing them both closer together as his lips part, his tongue searching for an opening.]

[Yosuke hums parts his lips and he leans into Yu, making sure that they're as close as they could be with each other. he somehow still wants more from him, and he feels so greedy, but he wants everything Yu can give him right now, in this moment.

one of Yosuke's hands drop to the small of Yu's back again, starting to trace imaginary sort of lines against his skin. but he wants to touch him so badly, maybe even go a little bit lower with his exploring, but he's going to stop here for now.]

[It's hard not to overthink everything when it comes to Yosuke. Maybe it's a testament to how much Yu likes him, how much he values their friendship, how important it is to preserve it...

But. Well. They've thrown caution to the wind, at this point.

Yu makes a soft sound as fingertips graze against his back, leaning into the touch even as his hands deftly slip beneath the hem of Yosuke's shirt, landing warm and solid against his hips, just where they meet his waistband. He, too, stops there for now, but his thumbs trace the hemlines, almost questioning, waiting for a response.]

[he likes the sound Yu makes... he likes getting reactions from him, Yosuke decides. he likes Yu touching him too, his hands on his bare skin. Yosuke takes one of Yu's hands and puts it against the button on his pants. because he'd dressed like he was about to go out and do... something, he wasn't sure what.

but obviously he's not going to now.

there's nervousness with everything else that's going on here, because he's never actually had an encounter like this. but it's Yu, so at the end of the day, there's nothing to really worry about.]

[Oh. That feels like a pretty solid indication of how Yosuke is feeling at the moment. Yu's response is affirmative, but admittedly somewhat clumsy; he really does give it a go with just the one hand, at first, but -- it's not terribly effective. Two hands it is.

It... it's not like he's never done anything like this before, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels a surge of-- anxiety? Nervousness? It takes so much for him to try not to push, right now, not to take and take. He starts with a much restraint as he can muster, tracing a line of soft, feathery kisses down Yosuke's jaw, to his neck, breathing softly against his throat as the button finally comes free.]

[the irony is that Yosuke wants Yu to keep taking. he wants him to do whatever he wants, because he wants to drown under all this attention he's getting. just this once. because he never thought it'd happen.

there's a quiet moan that escapes him when he feels Yu's breath on him, and as his pants get unbuttoned, he moves to take off Yu's as well. his fingers are trembling with nervousness and want -- but it's mostly want he feels towards the other boy. his breath comes out in short bursts as he attempts to trace his fingers down Yu's dick.]

[He sucks up a reddish mark on Yosuke's collarbone, and he wants to keep kissing and touching, but after shoving his pants down around his hips, he has to take a moment to push the other boy's shirt up, bunching the fabric up somewhat insistently.]

Off. [His voice has gone low, husky, hungry. Then, as an afterthought:] ... please. [I mean... it's nice to be polite I guess??

He's almost hard already, just at the continual sensation of touch, at the wanton show of want between them, at the feel of hot skin beneath his fingers-- and his dick twitches at the extra attention, his breath catching in his throat. His hands slide down Yosuke's sides, palming the jut of his hips as they make their way lower.]

[you know what, he could've just left it without the please and Yosuke would've found it more attractive.

but anyway.

Yosuke takes his shirt off and tosses it to the side unceremoniously. he also goes ahead and pushes his own pants down as he leans into Yu's touch. he's... admittedly almost all the way hard himself just from the attention he's getting. because it's Yu's attention.]

[Listen, don't judge his weird politeness, okay.

They're on common ground, now, naked and exposed, each with clearly mutual arousal for the other. Yu pauses for just a moment to look at him from lowered lashes, like he's taking in the sight of him, committing it to memory. Then he closes the distance between them again, lips pressing against the now-exposed skin of Yosuke's shoulder, his neck, the space between his collarbones. One arm wraps around his back, hand going to the nape of his neck. The other goes the opposite direction, exploring downward, grazing the skin of his hips and then moving decisively to his erection, stroking the underside almost experimentally, almost curiously.]

[the weird politeness would be cute if Yosuke wasn't so horny rn.

Yosuke's breath catches as he feels Yu's lips and breath on him. he moves to grab at Yu's dick now too, touching him in a way to attempt to work him up to the level that Yosuke himself is.]

What... do you want, Yu?

[he asks breathlessly, pressing his body up against the other boy and grinding his hips against him a little.]

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slaps up a nsfw warning here lmao

I thought maybe I should've done that last tag whoops lmao

LMAO whoops. Yeah we sure did end up here!!

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