justonezero | The World Overflow

…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 ]

[Oh god, he can feel that hum, and it elicits another whimper. He can feel those fingers working at his insides, loosening him up for more as they seek out that sweet spot, and, and-

And, honestly, it's a miracle he lasts as long as he does, because once those fingers find the exact spot they're searching for, that whimper becomes a drawn out moan as he finally comes.]

[ the taste is honestly not his favorite -

but the sensation of milking yoshi directly into his mouth - he sucks harder as the other boy comes, fingers grinding into that sweet spot. instinct tells him to swallow in waves. his dick is a line of aching iron trapped in his own pants, and unbelievably enough, he thinks it somehow manages to stiffen up even more. when yoshi’s emptied out everything, when deto feels he’s had every last drop, he finally pulls off

lips pressed together as he swallows one last time, tongue peeking out briefly. god, what an experience…

… yoshi better stop him from saying what he’s about to say… as he gazes up at him with dancing eyes, affection and lust still burning strong ]

[Bold to assume Yoshi's in any state to respond immediately after. He does get to watch at least - enjoys the view along with the sensation more than he can articulate right now or, possibly, ever - and by the time he's finished he's tipping his head back to catch his breath, a flushed mess of hot and heavy breaths.]

[ he’s so gorgeous. deto wants to push into him and hold him close first, fuck him after until they’re full of nothing but each other ]

… Thanks for the meal.

[ still fingering him with gentle insistence

he wants to - oh, but can he? brain working overtime to beat out his dick as he… thinks… ]

Can I… still kiss you… after doing that…? Do you want me to, uh, wash out my mouth or -

[ thankfully he’s still fully dressed, just mussed everywhere and tenting his pants ]

[He's already nodding by the word "kiss", though Akira can probably see the moment the rest actually catches up in his mind. He isn't the only one struggling to think right now.]

Yeah, you can.

[Though... does that mean he'll be able to taste himself on Akira's tongue, too? A bit strange to think about, though nothing he's opposed to.And now that his breaths have begun to calm, his hips move a little, helping those fingers reach deeper, preparing him for more to come.]

But... um. [His eyes can see that tenting, and...] Maybe... I can taste you, too?

[ his dick definitely jumped with interest at the question ]

If - you want.

[ whatever yoshi wants, deto’s game to try. and if tasting him means… everything, then - wow, dangerous. especially knowing how enthusiastic yoshi can get…

his fingers slip free as he arches up to kiss yoshi. probably the most erotic kiss of his life so far, going from yoshi’s dick and straight to his mouth. dirty in a way that he can’t help but really, really like ]

How do you want me?

[He meets that kiss and - ah, salty indeed. Strange, but certainly not unwelcome; he could never reject anything from Akira.

If anything, it just prepares him a little more for the rest to come, and he's already excited with anticipation.]

Mm... sitting on the edge of the bed?

[Seems easiest, that way.]

Alright.

[ pressing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead before deto sits up on his knees, holding out a hand to help yoshi up too. then it’s just a matter of shifting around to sit at the edge of the bed, waiting ]

[Nanashi takes that hand up - slides off the bed for now, his turn to kneel at the foot of it. Pushing aside any personal embarrassment to see what kind of pants Akira's armor set uses, seeking out a catch or a zipper or...]

[ he's just wearing regular pants. the button can be popped open and unzipped. though there is an asymmetrical belt in the way because mmo

with yoshi kneeling in front of him, deto takes the chance to poke at his hair whorl. this is why he wants to be taller ]

[Working that belt off and about to get to the zipper when...

Poke?

Looking up in confusion. Did Akira want something else?]

Too cute…

[????]

Is there something in my hair?

[But proceeding to unzip those pants - peel them away from the hips a little for more room to work.]

[ he doesn’t know how to explain the attraction of yoshi’s hair whorl. that very perfect spot on his head ]

No, you’re perfect.

[ which is, in a way, explanation enough of how stupidly taken deto is by everything nanashi - and he knows it

with the slide of his zippers, deto spreads his legs a little to give the other boy space. he’s definitely at max arousal and has been for a while, precum making his plain boxers wet where it clings to the tip ]

[Flushing a little - tracing his fingers over the front of those boxers with a light touch.]

So are you.

[...Before peeling those away, too, a hand immediately reaching to stroke him a few times.]

[ his chest rises as he breathes in sharply, already fighting the urge to close his eyes and buck into those strokes. no way in hell he’s going to miss watching this ]

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