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[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.]

[What does he want? That's a bit rich, isn't it, when he still has Yosuke up against the wall, when both of them are standing here like this--

The indignation doesn't last; an almost obscene groan tumbles out of his throat as Yosuke grinds against him, earning an aroused jolt of his dick as he tries to hold onto his last shreds of composure.]

I want you, [he gasps, softly, taking a firmer hold of him as the touches become a more consistent stroke. His voice pitches lower as he continues, licking and parting his lips for a moment before whispering against Yosuke's ear, as if the words are his and his alone.] I want to keep going. And I want to find out what makes you feel good.

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[the words makes a chill run up Yosuke's spine, and he moves to stroke Yu's growing erection as well while his breaths run hot against Yu's neck. the feeling of getting touched by him makes him moan quietly too, and he leans against Yu as he grinds against him a bit more.]

I want you... to feel good too.

[he presses his lips against Yu's shoulder, before he speaks again.]

So... do what you want with me.

[Along with the Investigation Team, Yu has been on enough of a journey to understand who he is, at least in part: virtues and vices alike. So he knows that this is part of him, too; the small, greedy voice that asks for more, the satisfaction of seeing and feeling just how wound up Yosuke is getting over this, over him, the desperate need to do everything and do it immediately. Whatever's affecting him didn't create those feelings, it's just loosened his grip on them, melted away some of the composure he uses to hold himself back. This-- the feel of Yosuke's breath on his neck, the addictive friction of their dicks sliding against each other like this, erodes his desire for control even more.]

Tell me-- [He swallows a soft gasp. Yosuke's not the only one getting wound up, here.] Tell me what makes you feel good.

[His lips hover there by Yosuke's ear for a moment before he traces a line of kisses along the other boy's jaw, moves further to suck another mark on his throat.]

[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.]

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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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