justonezero | The World Overflow

[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.]

[ yoshi in his lap, sweat-damp, flushed, and lovely, with his hand on deto - a wet dream right in front of his eyes. how is he so cute and sexy at the same time?

a long, audible exhale as he slides in - or rather as yoshi slides down - like the air is being pushed from his own lungs. his body instinctively wants to move, but his mind prioritizes yoshi’s comfort first. hands settle on his hips to help steady him, mouthing soothing kisses on his neck, his collarbone, his upper chest ]

God, Yoshi… You feel so good. I feel like I’m - deeper than last time. [ more kisses scattering across his skin ] How do you - how do you feel? Do you feel good?

[He tilts his head back - better access to his throat and chest and, somehow, easier for his already uneven breaths. It's only once Akira stops speaking that he actually looks at him properly again, face flushed and gaze hazy.]

It feels - really good. Even better than I thought.

[Slowly, carefully, uncertain how it'll feel for either of them - he leans forward, to capture Akira in an embrace. Hold him again, please.]

Um, just... give me a minute?

I'll move soon.

[If it's already hitting this deep, how's it going to feel once he begins rocking into it-?]

…As long as you need…

[ every shift makes him ache with the need to move, but when yoshi embraces him, deto answers him with arms that will always welcome him. it’s second nature now to hold him close as is comfortable, not yet too tightly but the suggestion of it is there. always, he wants to always be closer

and if they could stay like this…

he’s always been patient and impatient in strange ways, willing to stay like this with yoshi in his arms, in his lap, in him, and just breath with him even as he was just as impatient to claim him once, twice now. the new intimacy of their chests touching and feeling both hearts racing - together, for each other - distracts him just enough to curb his lust momentarily ]

I like this a lot, too. It’s like… you belong in my arms.

[ like we belong together ]

[He settles in Akira's arms, adjusting to the sensation with shuddering breaths. Pleasantly full, but it could be so much more - once he gets himself together enough for it.]

...It feels good just being with you, you know? I like everyone, but... I feel like I'm exactly where I should be when I'm with you. I never really... knew that before.

[Never belonged. Never got even those minute, friendly touches.

Never got accepted just as he is.]

Being wanted is strange, but... I like it. When you pay attention to me.

[Which is another oddity, honestly. So often had he dreamed of fading away, present yet unseen. It would make things easier for everyone, he'd thought. No one would even miss him, he was sure.

But... maybe, if it's like this...

Maybe he shouldn't fade away after all...?

His lips seek out Akira's neck, trailing kisses up and over that mole again, reaching his lips - his own lips parted in an open-mouthed kiss as he slowly begins to rock, back and forth, jolting slightly at first as it hits deep, deeper than he'd grown used to their first time together.]

[ whatever his answer is (something soft, something honest) gets lost in the feeling of yoshi’s kiss. he opens his mouth to match, moaning into it, an insatiable desire to devour as his tongue traces every crevice it can think of

he’ll just have to kiss him for the rest of his life, that’s fine. that’s ideal. wake up every day like this, end every night like this. and maybe one day yoshi will care for himself a fraction of the way deto does

for now his hips stay, letting yoshi control the pace, the depth. the urge to cant up and deeper vie for his attention, but yoshi already taste so good and feels so good. if deto moved now that would distract him from feeling every jolt going through yoshi’s body ]

Edited 2023-10-31 16:30 (UTC)

[It takes a bit to adjust to, that's for certain. Still, it isn't long before the pace quickens along with his breaths, his moans, occasionally breaking off the kiss for a quick gasp of air before diving right back in.

He doesn't know what Deto intended to say, maybe never will, but right now it feels good and right to be this close - no, even closer, one hand trailing rather quickly down to Deto's waist, restless.

Please, please, move too. See just how much closer they can get even now.]

Edited 2023-11-01 08:27 (UTC)

[ he’s relying on yoshi’s body to tell him when it’s ready for more, and when it does, he breaks their kiss - kisses - for a breath to say: ]

Yoshi, I’m gonna -

[ his hands finish the sentence by shifting their grip to yoshi’s waist, hips punctuating with a deep thrust. then it’s the sound of their skin meeting as yoshi rocks down and deto rocks up, the sound of deto licking into his mouth when they both weren’t straining for air. all the fervor of a love that was too young and inexperience, but felt eternal and complete in this moment. if deto could reach deeper and meet yoshi where no one else ever would - his hips try again and again

he might be holding too tightly - his avatar’s body is stronger than his human one, zeros and ones calculated into stats he’d never think about in the real world. he’ll have to check later, if he’s left faint bruised circles on yoshi’s skin. he’ll have to remember somehow, when he’s not thinking about keeping yoshi on his lap for the next forever ]

[His hand quickly returns to Akira's shoulders, keeping himself steady, giving himself extra leverage to meet Akira each and every time, the sensation jolting through his whole body, released in a moan from his lips to Akira's.

If there's pain, it goes unnoticed, saturated as he is in pleasure. Akira could leave all the marks he wanted and Yoshi would treasure each one, a reminder of the reality they found in the virtual, a love that's young and fresh and foolish and yet feels like a whole new world of its own, a blossom of colors after a long and sterile winter.

Would it be a crime, wanting to stay there forevermore?

As with before, Nanashi is the first to give an urgent murmur into Akira's lips:]

Almost-

[A second climax, a second time claimed - but this time he can rest in Akira's hold, warm and full and connected.]

[ he lasts maybe couple of seconds at most, led to spill by muscles that clench around him like a vise and yoshi coming undone right in his lap, utterly beautiful. he thinks maybe he cried out yoshi’s name on climax, but between the ringing and the panting, he’s not listening to himself - he’s listening for yoshi

was it good? is he alright? the other boy seems satisfied to just be held and deto is fine with catching all the tremors in his arms ]

…Love you…

[ murmured into his shoulder, one arm sliding up and down his back in loose-limbed comfort. he sinks them back bonelessly into the pillows to catch their breaths. calm, quiet minutes of him just holding yoshi close ]

… Sleepy?

[He moves with Akira, spent in more ways than one, content to nuzzle at him as his hold shifts back to an embrace.]

Mm... kind of, yeah. Not sure I could move my legs right now even if I wanted to.

[He gets the feeling they'd immediately fold under him, the way he is now.]

...I think I'd like to stay like this a while, though.

[Muscles relaxing, satisfied and warm, in Akira's arms.]

Mm, good, probably my favorite position.

[ the sex? fucking? lovemaking? is included, but he means in general. he feels complete like this ]

Yeah.

We can try others too, but... I like this way more than the first.

[They can both sit comfortably like this, no need to move or rearrange themselves, and he can still get the perfect view of Akira.

...Almost perfect. He'll reach over, tracing a finger along his brow to move his hair aside, better to see his whole face.]

[ deto blinks, then smiles at him ]

What?

[ his expression isn’t only softened by love, but the quiet comfort of skin to skin contact, the solid weight of yoshi in his arms, and a content satisfaction running through his veins. deto’s the one filling yoshi up, but his heart feels full as well ]

...Just wanted to see the rest of your face.

[Settling against him again, enjoying the peace of it all.]

...You know... If you want to start spending the night after this... I wouldn't mind it.

[His cheeks are pink, but it's hard to tell if that's anything new or not.]

Anything you want. If I can, I’ll make it happen.

[ even if deto could not care less about his looks, if it’s yoshi looking, then maybe he appreciates his features just a little. if yoshi finds him attractive, then… good.

after all, it’s not like he’s any different, wanting to see those red eyes, that star-shaped mole, that soft mouth… ]

Hm. I dunno, sounds too good to be true? Getting to see you when I’m thinking of you. Seeing you first thing in the morning and last at night. Holding you and knowing we’ll dream together. Sounds like a dream right now.

...All of today's kind of felt like a dream, if I'm being honest.

But... might as well make it a good one. Right?

[ his hold on yoshi tightens into a brief hug ]

I’m sorry if earlier it felt like you were gonna lose everything. But you won’t lose me, I can guarantee that.

[ yoshi’s the best dream he could have ]

Let me stay with you tonight - and every night.

[He's only too happy to tuck himself into that hug.]

I'll have to come up with more wishes. But... I'm okay with that.

Mm… Good. I’m ready to grant all of them.

[ his words trail off a little. he doesn’t want to nap yet, but the lure of it is there and he’s so warm and comfortable right now. rather than sleep, he drifts off into silence, ready to listen if yoshi has more to say, but just as content to turn off his brain.

maybe he’ll worry about the logistics of a nap in this position later. he can embarrass yoshi with all the questions once they’re both more alert ]

[Nanashi likewise seems content to go quiet, unsurprisingly tired too. It's been an eventful morning, to say the least.

Any potential consequences of falling asleep like this are far from his mind at the moment - if in part because in that warm, comfortable silence, he's already beginning to doze, breaths slow and even.]

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