justonezero | The World Overflow

...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 ]

[Giving his hand an affectionate squeeze once they're settled.]

--Eh- r-really?

[He's flushing again...]

I didn't notice...

[Too many other things on his mind. Trying to make sure their first time was good, for one, and Akira himself, for another.]

A good thing for my pride, maybe. But try to notice that stuff a little more. It’ll help.

… You had fun, right? A little? Do you want to try being on top next time?

[ he’s game to try receiving, though it’s not something he’d try on his own ]

I had fun!

[Immediately.]

Just because I don't stand a chance with most people doesn't mean I don't notice other people...

[As his reading habits can attest to......]

-? You want to try it?

[ good because it had been fun for deto and he had wanted yoshi to be comfortable enough to have fun too ]

Then please notice me more, and notice how much I love you.

[ embarrassing to say even though he doesn’t let that stop him ]

Well. Uh. Only if you want to? It’s not something I’ve ever thought about doing. It just wouldn’t be fair to you if I’m always on top…

I don't mind trying different things, but I really liked it this time? You, uh.

You're unfairly sexy when you, um. Really go for it.

[He noticed that much, at least.]

So... it's not like it feels unfair if you want to top?

Yoshi… That just makes me want to do it again.

[ dilemma because he also wants to hold yoshi and talk about whatever is on their mind, to be there for him because he’s had an emotional day ]

-Eh? Like right now?

[ he nods, cheeks tinted. the arm around yoshi’s waist tightens. deto brings their entwined hands to rest by his cheek ]

But I like this, too. I don’t want to let you go.

[Definitely flushing red again.]

...Maybe... If I was in your lap, you wouldn't have to...?

[ a slow, slow smile. ]

That sounds dangerous. I might not let you leave?

...I might not want to?

[Giving his hand a squeeze. His heart rate's already picking up again...]

[ he squeezes back, before carefully untangling their hands. a hot, lingering kiss lands at the center of yoshi’s palm, from where he leaves it by his cheek, easy for him to turn his head and have access to that soft skin, those slim fingers

his hand, now free, trails down, exploring what he hadn’t before in his rush to have the other boy. until it finds yoshi’s soft rising interest. he loosely starts pumping, a slow pace ]

We’ll… have to stop at some point. I don’t want to wear you out too much. … Maybe a hard limit of three rounds max…

[His fingers curl lazily by Akira's head once released, though there's a noticeable twitch once Akira's hand finds him again, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath.]

I- probably can't, uh. Do... more than just once in, um... r-real life. S-starting out I mean.

[Both thinking and speaking are suddenly difficult. Actually, maybe he shouldn't try to speak at all? His hips are already tensing, ready to move, and his hand goes to his mouth again, like somehow that will be enough to keep himself quiet this time.]

[ … real life… ]

I want to - see you so bad… in real life. Kiss you, hold you… be inside you. [ every heated word is accompanied by a firmer stroke. dark eyes hungrily watch every little move he makes, stiffening without touch, aroused by this alone ] Watch you smile - laugh.

I want to be - to be that person who loves you - the most… in the real world.

[He can't help but jolt again as the strokes get firmer, legs shifting incrementally, like he wants to curl them around Akira again which - to be fair, he does, but they aren't really in the right position for that.

He slowly brings away his hand to respond - can't help the soft whimper at another one of those strokes.]

I- I want go out more. I want to be with you and-- and build up stamina again, s-so...

[His breaths come quicker and quicker.]

...I want to make sure I can take you. Over and over and over. I want to- mn, feel you inside in real life, too...

[ everything feels tender, fit to burst for this boy in his arms

his hand slows as his hips shift closer, lining their lengths up. over and over and over echoes in his mind as he takes both of them in hand and continues his stroking. the rhythm is a little clumsy now, with two instead of one, a lot slower and more deliberate in the way his fingers curl ]

Do I… get to help you build up stamina? Do I get to watch you make sure?

[Another sharp gasp for breath, hand going to Akira's shoulder, clinging tight in lieu of anything else to ground him in this moment.]

Uhm... P-pretty sure you... d-don't want any others watching?

[His hips stutter forward - trying to catch more of that tantalizing sensation.]

[ well now that yoshi’s mouth is free because his hand is on deto’s shoulder, deto leans in to share his air, catching his rabbit-quick breaths. his own breathing stays hitching and heavy. occasionally it’s a proper kiss as if he can’t help himself ]

Just me. I don’t want anyone else to see you fall apart on your fingers while you open yourself up thinking of me.

[ and later when he’s alone, he’ll have his hand on his dick, thinking about the sight, thinking of yoshi thinking of him

the arm around yoshi inches down until fingers find that still-wet intimate spot. wet with him, wet with what they had done together. he needs - … his hands move to yoshi’s hips ]

Which position…?

[The kiss is quicky reciprocated, as though he needs it to breathe. Shivering a little, at Akira's words - thoughts immediately flying to imagine all the times in the future, preparing as Akira watches...]

Only you. Only ever you.

[The affirmation is breathless on his lips. No one else can have him. Only Akira.

He's already painfully aroused as-is, making it almost a relief when Akira poses his question.]

Um... s-sit up? Then... I can sit. Um, on your lap.

[Easier to hold at the same time, that way.]

Mm, right…

[ as though he can’t bear to part in any way, he keeps one hand on yoshi as he pushes to sit up, shuffling back until he hits the pillows. he can already sense the immense amount of self-control he’s going to need in the future (if, for whatever reason, yoshi has to sit in his lap in public…), but right now he wants him in any way he can have him ]

[He rolls onto his front to push himself up as well - waits for Akira to settle, catching his breath in the meantime. And, once Akira's seated, shifts to straddle him.

Despite it being his own suggestion, he can't help but be embarrassed, though it would be difficult to tell - his face is already flushed from the strokes before, and for some reason he just can't quite seem to get enough air in his lungs, lips still slightly parted and panting, softly.

Those breaths quicken again as he braces one hand on Akira's shoulder, the other lightly touching his arousal - lining them up before he sinks down, unable to hold back a moan as he fully seats himself. It takes another moment to collect himself, relishing in the feeling of that fullness, that connection again.]

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