The tension's been up and down throughout all this, but at the moment it's definitely quite high - neither of them fully know what they're doing, and somehow, Yoshi is the one leading things along.
Okay. Okay. He... can probably figure this out.]
The stores didn't really have any supplies, so...
[Hopefully that means they're unnecessary in this world...?
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He absolutely cannot bring himself to look at Akira as he slowly, tentatively begins to finger himself, gaze off and to the side, his free hand moving to cover his mouth before he makes any sounds.]
[ if deto could access more than just a fraction of his brain power, he’d wonder why yoshi knows the stores don’t sell any supplies
currently, that fraction is being used to watch the way yoshi’s fingers slide in and burn it into his memory. (he wasn’t expecting there, but where else?) the sight is so erotic that he feels it should be forbidden, delicately pale fingers between - god. everything about yoshi is so dangerous for his heart, and just when he thought he was used to it
at this point, his pants are finally off. there’s nothing to hide from either of them. mouth dry, he touches yoshi’s bare thigh, almost a soothing stroke but not quite. he’s not thinking ahead enough to soothe; he just wants to touch - more ]
[He doesn't really trust himself to make any sounds right now - he's already plenty turned on, has been for a while, and currently the only obstacle between them is some half-knowledge on how to make this as painless as possible.
So, all Akira really gets is a shaky nod and a very soft whimper when he removes his fingers, shifting a little - easier access, always making it as easy as possible for Akira.]
[ as eager as he is to touch yoshi there, his fingers are tentative, gentle as they rub at his entrance. the first push in with one finger is velvet heat - and it’s deto that moans first. somehow, he’s going to fit in here? somehow, he’s going to feel this. connect with yoshi in a way no one ever has, or ever will
he slips in a second, carefully twisting his fingers - an experiment. pulling out slightly, then back in. eyes glued to the sight, holding his breath, he repeats the motion. again and again, until he has a light rhythm. occasionally, his eyes flick up to catch yoshi’s expressions, ears always listening for the little noises he makes ]
[Even with the hand covering his mouth, he can't help those little sounds, head tilting back as his chest flutters for breath. He either can't help or doesn't fully notice the way his hips move slightly, the desire to meet that sweet sensation strong.
Slowly, carefully, he lowers his hand, eyes opening once more to face Akira properly.]
P-probably... um, probably ready.
[He thinks? He hopes? But those touches are more than teasing, and he's become all to aware of just how close Akira is, and-
deserving or not, he wants this, wants it more than he can possibly continue to deny himself.]
if deto were using his upstairs brain, he’d probably hope they don’t pass anyone in the guild lobby as he leads yoshi back to their room
they definitely have the look of two boys up to no good, too heated in their own clothes. his hold on yoshi’s hand leans more possessive than usual, thumb restlessly caressing pale skin. it would be suggestive if it wasn’t an entirely unconscious motion ]
[He opens the door and steps in, continuing a bit towards the bed before stopping. Waits for Deto to shut the door behind him before he switches outfits, not turning to face Deto quite yet, face red.]
[Getting ready to go outside had always been a pain in his eyes, but it doesn't seem so bad now, rushing about the apartment getting everything together. Despite it being a day off, his cousin has his nose in his laptop - though this does not stop him from advising the younger boy, "sunscreen" without looking up. And, shortly after: "the other sunscreen." His cousin really is kind!
It's the same kind cousin that pointed him in the right direction for clothing stores, given he hardly had much of a wardrobe at all other than his hoodie and his old uniform. The final ensemble: a soft white hoodie with oversized ears, pants in an equally soft pastel pink, a brimmed cap, and a sling bag for small necessities.
He's not entirely sure what the plan for the day is, but it doesn't matter much to him, in the end. It's their first date now that they're back from the World - they could spend all day inside chatting and he'd still be satisfied. After all...
Any time spent with Akira is time he treasures.]
Aaaand... I think that's it!
[He must have successfully gathered everything, because Mikado gives him a thumbs up, still not even looking up. Ah, workaholics.]
[ when it comes to deto’s possessions, he doesn’t have too many. but what he does have, he handles with care to preserve them throughout the years. his clothes are always pressed and folded neatly. winter clothes swapped for summer ones with the season, the pieces nondescript enough that age doesn’t matter too much as long as things still fit
which is, partially the problem in this case since he’s grown in height, but lost a little weight. his mom has let out the hems where she could, and he’s gotten a couple of new shirts and such as graduation gifts. after a lot of thought (and some help from his little sister), he’s decided on some dark pants, a gray knitted crewneck and a two-toned jacket that brings the look together. he hopes. his fringe is brushed back just a little, enough to look neater, to keep the hair out of his eyes so he doesn’t miss a thing today
here at yoshi’s door, fingers fiddling with his jacket sleeve, deto wonders if he looks good enough for a date - good enough to date…
( there’s something wild about being engaged before they even have their first date - )
he’s… honestly not sure why he’s nervous in the first place. the one thing he wants most is to see yoshi, so why is he just standing here like an idiot? it’s so stupid. it could be, he reasons as he raises his hand to knock, excitement actually. he tells himself it must be that
[ his eyes smile first, warming immediately. it’s always his eyes that react to yoshi first, following his movement, catching his gaze, lingering on his face before his hands even reach out or his lips can lean in
he almost smiles with his entire face - before stiffening when he remembers yoshi’s older cousin is here. he has to, of course, murmur the usual phrases (‘pardon the intrusion,’ ‘nice seeing you again,’ ‘i’ll take good care of him’) because this is yoshi’s family and he wants to make a good impression even if mikado always leaves him feeling weird. oncet that’s done and he can focus on yoshi again, he relaxes ]
[ at this point, deto is pretty used to the commute to his boyfriend’s place. tokyo’s not too far from chiba. he’s dressed casually today, ankles peeking out again. he has that crossbody bag from their time at the beach, literally armed for knowledge what with several blank notebooks, some mechanical pencils, a sturdy eraser, and - a tissue packet
if there’s one thing about living in tokyo, it’s that everything’s within a convenient distance. it was easy to find an internet cafe close to yoshi’s apartment at least, and maybe it’s due to the area yoshi lives in, but this cafe is nicer than he expected. not run down at all. at the very least, it doesn’t scream ‘degenerates welcome inside’ and the guy checking them in had actually been very nearly attentive and polite. there are even vending machines in the lobby for meals
the private room they reserved is a proper room with four walls and a door, rather than just a partitioned cubicle. which is promising, deto thinks. but when he opens the door… the space is rather narrow, however, and clearly meant for one ]
Uh. Don’t think we can fit a second chair in here.
[He's come along in yet another bunny hoodie and black pants, though he put down the hood and swapped his shades for his regular glasses once they were inside. He was already flustered enough at the purpose of this outing, but...]
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Do you... think you can handle it if I sit in your lap...?
[He says, unsure if he'll be able to manage it while """researching"""]
[ since this date was planned by yoshi, deto has no idea what to expect. but he does dress up a little more nicely (juuust in case) for his boyfriend. and his precious wallet is prepared (just… in… case… )
he texts yoshi on the elevator so the other boy knows to expect him, knocking on the now-familiar door a minute or so later ]
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[As usual, the door opens immediately, and the boyfriend is in... uniform and slacks?!]
Akira! Welcome in!
[As he turns to get out of the way - ah. There's the bunny theming.
Mikado is as usual on the couch typing away, though he looks up to give a faint smile and a wave, casually letting it drop that he may need to head into the office, so if that turns out to be the case - could the boys look after the apartment in the meantime?]
[ deto smiles as he enters and gently tugs on an ear when yoshi turns. yep, there it is
the smile becomes something more diplomatically neutral when he greets mikado and exchanges the necessary pleasantries. though the older man’s request gets a raised brow. deto tilts his head at yoshi ]
[Eventually, the date is set, and it's time to move in!
After searching high and low, Yoshi manages to snag a discounted student apartment for the both of them - a single room with an already provided double bed and two small desks side by side, along with a kitchen with all the necessities (Fridge, microwave, toaster, single stove), a combination toilet and bath, and even a washing machine - though they'll have to hang everything on the balcony to dry. There's even a TV! Although...]
...Might have to get a dresser...
[Since it's just kind of hanging out on top of one of the desks, and that closet's way too tiny for two people's worth of clothes.
Still!
It's a place, and it's theirs for the next few years, and it's conveniently located near the train station besides. The perfect little pocket in the city for the pair.]
...What do you think?
[The fact that the place is already furnished is a godsend, greatly reducing how much he had to carry up the stairs to their second floor room. Toiletries, some clothes, his desktop and a small monitor, a separate secondhand laptop for mobile use, along with some brand new bedding that also hides that discreet bag from the adult store, tucked away during packing when Mikado had his back turned.]
[ the first thing deto says when arriving at their new place is: ]
Let’s go nap, so I can wake up to you.
[ it’s only half a joke, as he really did miss yoshi on days they couldn’t see each other. he never thought he’d be that type, moping when missing bun dominated his thoughts too much. but some days - mornings especially - were honestly hard despite the constant texts and calls
in the same way he calculated every yen saved and spent, he also kept track of the days and hours until they could have a place of their own ]
Do they make those in pink?
[ yoshi’s right though. that closet is too small for both their clothes and a guest futon, which is actually his own futon. it had been a pain to drag that up
the rest was easy: carefully pressed clothing and boxed toiletries, his baseball things, and two pairs of shoes - one for everyday wear and one for baseball. there were also gifts from his mom: two pairs of indoor slippers and some containers of food, a week’s worth
which
cousin mikado had pointedly been reminded before he left that they’re having lunch together ]
Yoshi, come hug me. I’m overwhelmed by how happy I am right now. Also, I think we need ingredients for things, so add that to our list.
We haven't even set up the bed yet? Plus, it's not even noon!
[AKIRA PLEASE... Though he does understand it. A text when he wakes up and a text before he goes to bed doesn't really hold a candle to waking up to the soft breaths of the boy he loves right next to him.
A hug, he can do at least - tight around Akira's back, a grin as he looks up at him.]
Not sure if they make them in pink, but we could always try to paint our own? And- what ingredients do we need?
[It's impossible not to be excited, now that they've finally regained a home together.]
[ the hugging helps, a baseball field full of happiness shrinking to fit within the boy in his arms. deto smiles wide into the crown of his white head before leaning back a little to catch his grin
there’s so many things he wants to say to that beautiful face, and his mouth starts with: ]
Eggs, shrimp, tempura mix, panko, potatoes and other assorted veggies.
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Okay. Okay, this is really happening.
The tension's been up and down throughout all this, but at the moment it's definitely quite high - neither of them fully know what they're doing, and somehow, Yoshi is the one leading things along.
Okay. Okay. He... can probably figure this out.]
The stores didn't really have any supplies, so...
[Hopefully that means they're unnecessary in this world...?
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He absolutely cannot bring himself to look at Akira as he slowly, tentatively begins to finger himself, gaze off and to the side, his free hand moving to cover his mouth before he makes any sounds.]
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currently, that fraction is being used to watch the way yoshi’s fingers slide in and burn it into his memory. (he wasn’t expecting there, but where else?) the sight is so erotic that he feels it should be forbidden, delicately pale fingers between - god. everything about yoshi is so dangerous for his heart, and just when he thought he was used to it
at this point, his pants are finally off. there’s nothing to hide from either of them. mouth dry, he touches yoshi’s bare thigh, almost a soothing stroke but not quite. he’s not thinking ahead enough to soothe; he just wants to touch - more ]
Can I - help?
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So, all Akira really gets is a shaky nod and a very soft whimper when he removes his fingers, shifting a little - easier access, always making it as easy as possible for Akira.]
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he slips in a second, carefully twisting his fingers - an experiment. pulling out slightly, then back in. eyes glued to the sight, holding his breath, he repeats the motion. again and again, until he has a light rhythm. occasionally, his eyes flick up to catch yoshi’s expressions, ears always listening for the little noises he makes ]
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Slowly, carefully, he lowers his hand, eyes opening once more to face Akira properly.]
P-probably... um, probably ready.
[He thinks? He hopes? But those touches are more than teasing, and he's become all to aware of just how close Akira is, and-
deserving or not, he wants this, wants it more than he can possibly continue to deny himself.]
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if deto were using his upstairs brain, he’d probably hope they don’t pass anyone in the guild lobby as he leads yoshi back to their room
they definitely have the look of two boys up to no good, too heated in their own clothes. his hold on yoshi’s hand leans more possessive than usual, thumb restlessly caressing pale skin. it would be suggestive if it wasn’t an entirely unconscious motion ]
Do you like skirts, Yoshi?
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Hmm... I don't mind them?
It's not that different from wearing pants, just airier.
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Airier… What’s under them? The uh, the same thing?
[ finally at their door, he waits for yoshi to open it since it’s technically his room ]
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[He opens the door and steps in, continuing a bit towards the bed before stopping. Waits for Deto to shut the door behind him before he switches outfits, not turning to face Deto quite yet, face red.]
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Post-Game; Deito deito
It's the same kind cousin that pointed him in the right direction for clothing stores, given he hardly had much of a wardrobe at all other than his hoodie and his old uniform. The final ensemble: a soft white hoodie with oversized ears, pants in an equally soft pastel pink, a brimmed cap, and a sling bag for small necessities.
He's not entirely sure what the plan for the day is, but it doesn't matter much to him, in the end. It's their first date now that they're back from the World - they could spend all day inside chatting and he'd still be satisfied. After all...
Any time spent with Akira is time he treasures.]
Aaaand... I think that's it!
[He must have successfully gathered everything, because Mikado gives him a thumbs up, still not even looking up. Ah, workaholics.]
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which is, partially the problem in this case since he’s grown in height, but lost a little weight. his mom has let out the hems where she could, and he’s gotten a couple of new shirts and such as graduation gifts. after a lot of thought (and some help from his little sister), he’s decided on some dark pants, a gray knitted crewneck and a two-toned jacket that brings the look together. he hopes. his fringe is brushed back just a little, enough to look neater, to keep the hair out of his eyes so he doesn’t miss a thing today
here at yoshi’s door, fingers fiddling with his jacket sleeve, deto wonders if he looks good enough for a date - good enough to date…
( there’s something wild about being engaged before they even have their first date - )
he’s… honestly not sure why he’s nervous in the first place. the one thing he wants most is to see yoshi, so why is he just standing here like an idiot? it’s so stupid. it could be, he reasons as he raises his hand to knock, excitement actually. he tells himself it must be that
well, here goes nothing. knock-knock. ]
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Akira! You're here!
[Mikado looks up finally and waves from the couch with a pleasant smile that just about says "Have fun out there (and leave me to my work please)."]
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[ his eyes smile first, warming immediately. it’s always his eyes that react to yoshi first, following his movement, catching his gaze, lingering on his face before his hands even reach out or his lips can lean in
he almost smiles with his entire face - before stiffening when he remembers yoshi’s older cousin is here. he has to, of course, murmur the usual phrases (‘pardon the intrusion,’ ‘nice seeing you again,’ ‘i’ll take good care of him’) because this is yoshi’s family and he wants to make a good impression even if mikado always leaves him feeling weird. oncet that’s done and he can focus on yoshi again, he relaxes ]
… Very cute.
[ the outfit. his boyfriend-fiancé-bun ]
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post-game: “research”
if there’s one thing about living in tokyo, it’s that everything’s within a convenient distance. it was easy to find an internet cafe close to yoshi’s apartment at least, and maybe it’s due to the area yoshi lives in, but this cafe is nicer than he expected. not run down at all. at the very least, it doesn’t scream ‘degenerates welcome inside’ and the guy checking them in had actually been very nearly attentive and polite. there are even vending machines in the lobby for meals
the private room they reserved is a proper room with four walls and a door, rather than just a partitioned cubicle. which is promising, deto thinks. but when he opens the door… the space is rather narrow, however, and clearly meant for one ]
Uh. Don’t think we can fit a second chair in here.
Re: post-game: “research”
[He's come along in yet another bunny hoodie and black pants, though he put down the hood and swapped his shades for his regular glasses once they were inside. He was already flustered enough at the purpose of this outing, but...]
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Do you... think you can handle it if I sit in your lap...?
[He says, unsure if he'll be able to manage it while """researching"""]
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[ with the stuff they’re about to look up? when deto already wants to kiss him senseless?? ]
How about - ah, I’ll sit behind you and you can sit in front? Since you’re better at computer stuff…
[ as if that’s any better than directly in his lap somehow ]
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he texts yoshi on the elevator so the other boy knows to expect him, knocking on the now-familiar door a minute or so later ]
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Akira! Welcome in!
[As he turns to get out of the way - ah. There's the bunny theming.
Mikado is as usual on the couch typing away, though he looks up to give a faint smile and a wave, casually letting it drop that he may need to head into the office, so if that turns out to be the case - could the boys look after the apartment in the meantime?]
Huh? Oh, sure!
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the smile becomes something more diplomatically neutral when he greets mikado and exchanges the necessary pleasantries. though the older man’s request gets a raised brow. deto tilts his head at yoshi ]
Oh - we’re staying in?
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MOVE IN MOVE IN MOVE IN
After searching high and low, Yoshi manages to snag a discounted student apartment for the both of them - a single room with an already provided double bed and two small desks side by side, along with a kitchen with all the necessities (Fridge, microwave, toaster, single stove), a combination toilet and bath, and even a washing machine - though they'll have to hang everything on the balcony to dry. There's even a TV! Although...]
...Might have to get a dresser...
[Since it's just kind of hanging out on top of one of the desks, and that closet's way too tiny for two people's worth of clothes.
Still!
It's a place, and it's theirs for the next few years, and it's conveniently located near the train station besides. The perfect little pocket in the city for the pair.]
...What do you think?
[The fact that the place is already furnished is a godsend, greatly reducing how much he had to carry up the stairs to their second floor room. Toiletries, some clothes, his desktop and a small monitor, a separate secondhand laptop for mobile use, along with some brand new bedding that also hides that discreet bag from the adult store, tucked away during packing when Mikado had his back turned.]
!!!
Let’s go nap, so I can wake up to you.
[ it’s only half a joke, as he really did miss yoshi on days they couldn’t see each other. he never thought he’d be that type, moping when missing bun dominated his thoughts too much. but some days - mornings especially - were honestly hard despite the constant texts and calls
in the same way he calculated every yen saved and spent, he also kept track of the days and hours until they could have a place of their own ]
Do they make those in pink?
[ yoshi’s right though. that closet is too small for both their clothes and a guest futon, which is actually his own futon. it had been a pain to drag that up
the rest was easy: carefully pressed clothing and boxed toiletries, his baseball things, and two pairs of shoes - one for everyday wear and one for baseball. there were also gifts from his mom: two pairs of indoor slippers and some containers of food, a week’s worth
which
cousin mikado had pointedly been reminded before he left that they’re having lunch together ]
Yoshi, come hug me. I’m overwhelmed by how happy I am right now. Also, I think we need ingredients for things, so add that to our list.
Re: !!!
[AKIRA PLEASE... Though he does understand it. A text when he wakes up and a text before he goes to bed doesn't really hold a candle to waking up to the soft breaths of the boy he loves right next to him.
A hug, he can do at least - tight around Akira's back, a grin as he looks up at him.]
Not sure if they make them in pink, but we could always try to paint our own? And- what ingredients do we need?
[It's impossible not to be excited, now that they've finally regained a home together.]
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[ the hugging helps, a baseball field full of happiness shrinking to fit within the boy in his arms. deto smiles wide into the crown of his white head before leaning back a little to catch his grin
there’s so many things he wants to say to that beautiful face, and his mouth starts with: ]
Eggs, shrimp, tempura mix, panko, potatoes and other assorted veggies.
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