justonezero | The World Overflow

[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.]

[ … is deto ready? he feels like he’s waited forever and yet no time at all, wondering if the prep was enough. if yoshi says he’s ready, then…

(later, he’ll think to ask about protection. and even later still, in the real world, he’ll do proper research and learn how to prep the other boy - how much prep is actually needed.)

he shifts until he’s properly between yoshi’s legs, one hand bracing against his knee, the other one on his own heat. he strokes himself once, twice to get as wet as possible then positions carefully ]

… Let me know if you’re uncomfortable or if it hurts -

[ the first push doesn’t seem like he’d fit, until the head suddenly pops in. the rest follow in a slow glide. shit, shit, shit this feels too good ]

[This time, there's no hand in the way to obscure the moan, his hands twisting in the bedding for grip, bracing himself. It really is a good thing game mechanics are on their side, making this far more pleasure than the pain reality likely would have brought from inexperience. Though he can't help the way he tenses, tight around Akira, he does manage to relax himself again, breaths fast and hard.

Though shaky, he's able to bring his legs up - curl them around Akira, much in the same way his hands seek to curl around his back.

Closer. He wants to be even closer.]

F-feels... really good.

[So please don't stop.]

[ he watches every inch disappear inside. has to watch with eyes blown wide, unable to look away ]

Yeah…

[ exhaled shakily, the word breathed more than said. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when yoshi tightens around him. determined not to move just yet, no matter how obscenely good yoshi feels. not until he can control himself just a smidge and check the other boy’s condition ]

Yeah, you do.

[ he draws closer, urged by yoshi’s arms around him, legs welcoming him in and in. when he opens his eyes to check, it’s in affectionate nuzzles, brushing their noses together, a clumsy press to his lips, his cheek. gestures of love and concern where words are scarce. once yoshi relaxes, deto presses a messy kiss at the crook of his neck and starts to rock. slow, stuttering - overwhelmed by how good this is, but determined to make it better for them both ]

[Affection is met with affection, nuzzling right back, kissing right back, burying his face in Akira's shoulder with uneven pants for breath as he adjusts to the sensation of those rocks. There's muffled groans each time he hits deep enough, and once he's had the time to adjust just enough to the sensation, he begins to move too - rolling his hips to try to meet each one, so Akira can reach deeper and deeper. Pressing his body up close, close as they can possibly be, the friction of their two bodies on his own arousal.

His lips find Akira's neck, nuzzling leading to kissing, trailing down the side of it -overwhelmed and overflowing with love for this boy, this person who saw him and gathered him up, accepting all of him where no one else had before, seeking a special kind of closeness no one else had surely ever considered.

His mind can't form the words to express any of that, but maybe he'll know through the tightness of Yoshi's grip, the wetness at his neck, the feeling of Yoshi's body around him.

Can he, will he ever fully understand?

Though he may love the world and everything in it, the one at the forefront of his mind will always be Akira.]

[ his hips seem to know what to do even if his mind is still processing, a needy instinct guiding him to rock harder, press deeper. there’s a sound yoshi makes each time he angles just so; it must be good for the other boy. he doesn’t get the angle right each time, but eventually he hits it consistently enough with the help of yoshi’s own hips meeting his

this is him inside of yoshi; this is them joined. two halves merged and rocking with each other, deto moaning his name like he’s lost, though their hips find each other again and again. the slick slide of skin against skin, the full body warmth of another person, their hearts very nearly aligned. deto’s rapidly beating heart is drowned out by the the catch of yoshi’s breath, matched in beat by his own pants, not as fast though he wants. he wants to be closer, still. shifting to press more of his weight onto yoshi, to grind down where a hard warmth rubs against his lower belly, to thrust into the deepest part that he can reach

to leave his mark in here too

no one had ever made me feel this way and no one will ever make him feel this way again. only this boy under him, only yoshi. he thinks maybe he was made to love yoshi and only him ]

[If he was making an effort to keep quiet earlier, that plan more or less falls to the wayside as Akira begins grinding down on him in earnest. A surprised moan is quickly followed by shorter sounds of pleasure each and every time Akira hits just right, which, frankly - is about every thrust at this point.

The kisses along his neck, too, are abandoned, replaced with murmurs of Akira's name into his skin between each roll of their hips, clinging tight as he rapidly approaches climax.]

S-- Soon-

[-Is all he can gasp out, voice trembling almost desperately, the single word punctuated by another short, sweet groan.]

[ the higher they climb together, the tighter yoshi gets, the harder it is to keep up the rhythm. his hips eventually stutter, distracted by the too-tight grip and dazed out of his mind with the pleasure of it. each break in pattern is a rougher, sharper thrust as he tries to chase the same sweet release that’s overtaking yoshi

when he comes, it’s swift. heat welling in his stomach and spilling out of him as he shudders into yoshi, head thrown back into a long-drawn moan. a blackout of white ecstasy. after that, it’s just lingering tremors and the ringing in his ears

even then, he doesn’t collapse on top of yoshi completely, trying not to smother the other boy when they’re both trying to catch their breaths. even then, he reaches up to check, brushing damp white hair out of his eyes, cradling him protectively ]

[It's almost perfectly timed, the warmth rushing inside of him, the warmth spilling between them, the sounds they both make in the wake of it all. He's certainly left a dazed mess both physically and mentally by now, but he doesn't much mind as his grip on Akira finally relaxes, chest heaving to capture a regular flow of air once more.

While his grip does relax, he doesn't seem in any hurry to move all that much. His eyes close, contented as Akira brushes the hair from his face, and after a moment he finds the energy in him to nuzzle at the other boy, trailing his lips up his neck, over the mole on the side of his face, seeking out a kiss.

He's still a mess in many ways, but right now he's happy to linger as they are, still connected, still joined, breathless and warm.]

[ he turns his head to meet the kiss, not even really looking and expecting their lips to align perfectly anyway ]

…Yoshi…

[ a name that means i love you; a word that means mine. hushed, he follows up with: ]

How do you feel?

Mmm...

[It's a tired but satisfied hum as he turns the question over in his head, soaking up the warmth, the view of Akira over him, protective.]

Tired... but amazing.

[It's been kind of a rollercoaster of - emotions, first, and then new experiences for the both of them.

Lifting his head just enough to rest his forehead against Akira's, he speaks up, still slightly flushed:]

...I like it. Feeling you inside of me.

[Being right here, right now with Akira... For once, he feels like he's exactly where he belongs.]

[ oh - that’s right… he’s still… his priority had been to make sure yoshi was okay, so he had - not forgotten, exactly, because he’s still sensitive down there, but -

his blush overlays the healthy afterglow on his face, red forehead touching yoshi’s ]

I think - I should’ve asked if it was okay to - [ but it happened so fast, his control was shot ] But you like it? Because I like it. Everything. I like us being close like this.

I like that you’re full of me.

...I wanted it too.

[It's easy for him to deny his own desires, he does that every single day. But today... it was nothing short of impossible.]

I liked it a lot. And, um... if you ever want to do it again...

[His breaths are settling down, but he's definitely going red all over again.]

I'm... really happy I get to be yours.

[ do it again… he wants to do it in person. once they get out of here, he’s going to do so much research on this. stuff about protection and uh, how to do it raw properly…

… because they seem to both really like that… ]

I want to. [ do it fast next time, and do it slow. in all the ways so they can learn together what they like and what they don’t. he catches yoshi’s lips again to trade him soft, sweet kisses ] I love you, Yoshi. I’m honestly really lucky to call you mine. Somehow I found the one person who I’d want to do any of this with.

Or, I guess, you found me first? [ it was yoshi who replied to his forum post. one of the very first people to ] Thanks for finding me. Thanks for trusting me to take care of you.

[It's starting to come naturally as breathing, leaning in to return each kiss, gentle and lingering.

There's a slight pause when Akira continues - saying he's lucky. Thanking Yoshi for finding him. It's... new. Not unpleasant, but unexpected.]

I love you, too. Though... I feel like I should be the one thanking you.

[One hand shifts - fingers trailing absently over the marks left on his neck.]

...I never would have thought anyone would want me, especially the way you do. Even though I loved, I never would have thought it would be returned.

[Never thought there would - even could be anything more for him.

His hand moves again, this time to cup Akira's face.]

Thank you for loving me. I think... I finally know where I belong. It isn't a certain group or a certain place.

It's with you. Wherever you are... that's where I belong.

[ there are a lot of things he could say. comments about how baffled he is that anyone can look at yoshi and not want him. he could also admit that there’s a small part of him that’s relieved yoshi is his alone to claim because no one else he knows in the real world has working eyes apparently

he grins into the next kiss instead ]

I would hope so? You did promise to marry me earlier.

...?

Eh- did I?!

[He doesn't remember the term "marry" coming up. Just a promise to never fall for anyone else, to meet and live together in the real world, to support and love each other...

...]

...Oh! I- I guess I did?

[Rabbit brain just never made the connection, apparently.]

[ well, deto did say it in the most japanese way possible

‘and I’ll make you tempura and croquettes for the rest of your life’

he figured yoshi hadn’t realized. already was planning on asking properly in the future at a more reasonable relationship milestone, but ]

Gonna take that back?

[ just teasing ]

I mean... a promise is a promise?

...Besides... I can't really think of anyone other than you.

[He leans in again - resting his chin on Akira's shoulder.]

...It's hard for me to want things. [Even now, it feels unwarranted.] ...But I've kind of given up on trying to avoid wanting you?

[It's definitely too late for that now.]

...I want to do more together. I want to learn everything you love the most. I... really, really want you.

I don't think I could stop.

[ he thinks about that ]

Did you try to avoid wanting me in the beginning? I think for me… liking you was just inevitable so I gave up pretty quick. [ a quick kiss against the side of yoshi’s head. ] I’m never interested in people like this. And that’s still the case. So you’re it.

… Hold on, let me just - so I can hold you better. [ he shifts to pull out, making a brief face at the sensation. he likes the slide of it - but doesn’t like the sensitivity. or just. being separated from yoshi. that’s, uh, something to note for later ] Sorry, sorry. Okay?

[He makes a short sound of surprise as he feels Akira pull out, jolting a little.]

Y-yeah, I'm fine.

[He was getting used to that feeling of fullness... but now that it's easier to move, he takes the opportunity to snuggle up in Akira's arms. Not as close as before, but still close.]

...More like, I just assumed no one would be interested? It's fine to admire people aesthetically, but it's not like I actually stood a chance... or so I thought.

[Everyone else is far, far out of his league as far as he's concerned.]

I liked being around you, but I definitely didn't think you'd like me as much as you do. And it... still feels kind of undeserved...

[Akira could do much, much better, he's sure. As kind and strong as he is... surely, there would be others who would love him just as much.]

[ he turns them both on their sides, keeping yoshi pressed close with an arm wrapped around his back. his free hand he uses to grab one of yoshi’s. already he misses being connected, so this will have to do, their fingers interlocked to his liking ]

I can’t do anything about your brain thinking that, but… [ he can only present things as he sees them and hope that what he says will help yoshi in small ways until he can better help himself ] ’m asking you to recall that just earlier my brain short-circuited because of how gorgeous you are and how much I wanted you.

[ if anyone didn’t stand a chance, it was deto ]

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