justonezero | The World Overflow

They remind me of your bunny ears - sometimes they look like wings when your hood’s down.

[ he tugs on the closest wing, then - ]

This is a lot of skirt.

I thought it was a pretty cute design!

[Wing bunny ear hood, we love and miss you.]

This skirt has way more... layers?

[This is pretty much a tutu.]

Yeah, good memories of that outfit. It’s still pretty clear in my head - when we met in person for the first time and I saw your eyes.

[ yoshi had been wearing that outfit. soft, fluffy, pink and white vibes all over. and the way his eyes had widened - ]

Oh. You had blushed then, too.

[ he doesn’t know how to handle this tutu-like skirt, so he’s just gonna duck his head under instead of lifting it ]

Huh? I did?

[There's a lot of stiff ruffles holding up the rest of the skirt, making it pretty easy to tell that this outfit comes with a set of nice white panties, too. Also a leather garter belt for some reason?

As for Yoshi, it's admittedly a bit less embarrassing when he can't really see what's going on past the skirt.]

I definitely remember a flush on your face.

[ why does he remember? because ]

What's... this?

[ he touches the garter belt curiously ]

Not sure. Decoration?

Looks good against your skin, but might be finicky to take off.

[ well, since he’s already touching… his hand shifts over to rub a thumb lightly over the tip, where it’s a little damp, a little wet

and deto breathes in sharply like he’s touching himself ]

Though it’s no problem if we don’t take anything off? [ whatever yoshi wants, but deto’s at his limit ] So. Which outfit?

[He takes in a breath, sharp, at that touch, the flush returning in full.]

U-um... the pink one?

Ah- what position...?

[Though he does pull up the menu to switch outfits again.]

Ah, the one with the bow.

[ he pulls yoshi close, pressing a kiss on his jaw. soft lines, pink here too. he does like this outfit best, probably. although… ]

I think if you were wearing my jacket, it’d be perfect. [ if they could share clothes at all ] Position… Should we try a new one? I only know the basic ones though.

I can.

[Tilting his head already, so Deto can kiss him all the more easily ]

Um... from behind... or against the wall, I guess?

[Those are the ones that come to mind first through the haze, at any rate. Though...

A slight pause, and his hands go to his waist - untucking the shirt from the skirt and hurriedly undoing a few of the bottom buttons. This is the only outfit that didn't expose his belly, but if that's what Akira likes - that's easily remedied.]

… Both?

[ the scattering of kisses deto presses to his jaw and neck have no rhyme or reason to their pattern, landing on flushed skin like rain drops all over the place. he feels yoshi’s arms shift and move, and curious, he pulls back to look after a particularly nippy kiss under the other boy’s ear.

oh. ]

Is that because I - [ he breaks into a grin. cute bun. ] Can I try something then, before we -

[There's a soft whimper at that last kiss, breaths quickening between that and the anticipation.]

M-mm. We can do both.

[He really, really wants to do both and more, after all this.]

...? Um, go ahead?

[Questioning, curious. What does he have in mind...?]

Back up to the bed for me?

[ asked with a kiss, catching that soft whimper. gentle, guiding nudges to have yoshi step back toward the bed, a kiss to match every step as deto follows until their legs meet the foot of the bed frame ]

Can you - lay back?

[He is more than happy to step backwards towards the bed, fully distracted by each accompanying kiss. There isn't a verbal answer to Akira's request, just a quick nod as he sits on the bed first, laying back, already flushed and breathless.]

God.

[ what a sight. kind of unbelievable how gorgeous his boyfriend is - disheveled and laid out like a feast specific to deto’s taste. his eyes travel from yoshi’s face, dangerously alluring in his anticipation, down to the bow, the dress shirt, his exposed belly, the spread skirt, those pale legs…

he blows out a breath. calm down a little down there, deto - ]

Okay, let me know if I do anything you don’t like - and um. Do you want to keep everything on?

[He nods, quick again. He has no idea what Akira's planning, but the idea is plenty enticing on its own, his imagination running wild already.

It takes a second to remember some logistics enough to kick off the shoes first, settling down splayed out on the bed once they're removed.]

I can keep the rest on- um, except the panties, probably.

...You'll probably have to take them off. Unless you want me to do it...?

[If Akira wants a show, he's happy to perform all sorts of things for his eyes alone.]

…I got it.

[ but he’ll definitely ask for a show at some point. definitely ]

Ah. Let me know if you want me to take anything off either.

[ he kneels between yoshi’s legs, running his hands up smooth skin until he can push up the skirt. and that’s - wow, going to memorize everything right here. he has to kiss yoshi’s belly as his hands handle the rest. the panties he peels off little by little, exposing him carefully like a well-wrapped present - or, deto swallows, unboxing a very delicious cake. not all the way, just slid down his hips enough to show off - everything good.

kind of daunting, what he wants to do, but even more than that, he can’t wait - deto dives in, doesn’t even start off with a lick, he just takes the head of yoshi’s dick into his mouth.

it’s - different, not bad. he never thought he’d want to do this for another guy, but this is yoshi. and deto wants everything with yoshi. ]

[The kiss on his stomach already has him making a soft sound, though those red eyes of his go wide a mere moment before Akira makes his move when he realizes just where this is going.

It still catches him off guard enough to moan, long and low at the sudden wet warmth, head tilting back again at the pleasure of it, legs tensing slightly out of reflex.]

A-Akira...

[They've barely even begun and it already feels so good.]

[ he keeps it shallow, a hand holding the base, going by instinct. using his mouth to suckle, his tongue to tease - the slit where yoshi leaks, a distinct saltiness and underneath that, the sweet-salt taste of skin

he’s heard that something like this is called giving head, but it feels more like he’s taking in yoshi’s essence, mouth greedy for all of it

after a bit, his mouth gets tired and he pulls off with a pop ]

Mm, it feels… [ he wets his lips ] …like I’m… eating you.

[His breaths come heavily, obvious both visually from the rise and fall of his chest, and audibly from those pants for air, hands forming tense fists in the sheets. He can feel himself edging closer and closer to a climax, but-

Akira stops and he's left whimpering again. It takes him a moment to gather himself enough to prop himself on his elbows enough to see for himself.]

I-is it?

[His voice stutters with effort to speak.]

What... um, how do I...?

["taste" is probably where that sentence was going, but he trails off instead, biting down on his lip as he really takes in the sight of Akira on his knees, mouth so close.]

It’s - hard to describe.

[ if yoshi wants to see… deto meets his eyes and, keeping his gaze, he leans down to lick the tip. deliberate and slow, like he needs another taste before he can give his opinion ]

… Salty, but sweet. [ short strokes with his hand while his mouth is occupied with talking ] Familiar. It’s a combination of how you taste and how you feel, but… I could get addicted to it.

[A hand reflexively moves to his mouth to muffle the moan, though he barely even seems to notice he's done as much. He's a little too busy being mesmerized by the sight, hips tensed in an effort to keep them still rather than moving to meet those strokes, that tongue.

He swallows, hard. Licks his lips, like that will help him to speak.]

I... I guess we'd have to do it a lot. Um. I-if you really got... addicted.

[ his answer is to take yoshi into his mouth again, a little deeper than last time. maybe the mouthfeel is more important than the taste itself, the way yoshi is firm-soft and twitching. deto tries for a rhythm that’s more predictable, less experimental, his head bobbing up and down. surprised to find that he can tell by feel alone how close yoshi is - an echo of nights alone with his own hand, the way he’d twitched and bucked -

god, the very idea of it, if yoshi - inside his mouth -

his eyes flick up to meet yoshi’s gaze again, a mischievous glint mixing in with the lust. his free hand slips itself between yoshi and the panties, a finger immediately finding that soft, giving space. he presses in ]

[He watches with wide eyes, hand still presses up against his mouth - wanting to cover his face conflicting the desire to watch more, the way Akira moves, the way he disappears into the other boy's mouth and the warm, hot pleasure of it all.

-And then he presses a finger in and that gaze drops, another involuntary moan issuing from the back of his throat. His dick in Akira's mouth and Akira's fingers in his ass, it's-]

N-- not fair. I'm- I'm already close--

[How is he supposed to handle both at once, and after so much teasing to start, no less? Still, he wrenches his gaze back to Akira's face, eyes hazy.

Desire beats out embarrassment, and right now, all he wants to see is the moment he hits that peak with Akira's mouth so tight around him.]

[ he hadn’t meant to tease yoshi for this long. the way the panties had failed to cover all of him painted the prettiest of pictures, enticing deto to take a peek - slip a finger, a hand in, and touch where he was covered and where he wasn't. put his mouth on him through the fabric, his dick straining so hard to fit itself in the too scant underneath. kind of endearing, kind of cute, unbearably hot

so he’d tried. that was all

listening to yoshi’s complaint now, deto only hums his response. does he agree? yeah, it isn’t fair how attractive yoshi is; it isn’t fair how velvet and soft his insides are. deto’s middle and forefinger reach deep, searching for that spot ]

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