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[ 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 ]

[His own gaze flicks between Akira and his arousal, trailing his lips along the length until he's back to the tip, breaths warm. He already knows now, what it's like to have Akira inside of him, but getting to actually taste this time is...

He's flushed as he licks at the underside, hand settling near the hilt as he finally takes in the tip. Movements slow and experimental, tongue laving against his dick as he sees just how deep he can go. Eyes darting up, watching Akira's reaction.]

[ deto watches like he’s intent on memorizing every detail. his face flushed with want, dark eyes tracking the moving pieces but always goes back to lingering on yoshi’s face. more often than not, when yoshi glances up, their eyes are meeting

then he has the shocking pleasure of watching his dick disappear into yoshi’s mouth; feeling himself slide against the ridges of the roof of his mouth; the wet, curling heat of his tongue. a low moan escapes him. his hips does its best not to shift too much, especially when yoshi tries to take him deeper, but his dick reacts to every new sensation ]

[He slows a bit at the sensation, but gamely continues onwards, humming around him as he reaches his limit. He's equally slow to pull back to the tip again, gathering himself for a second before starting a steady rhythm. Tongue continuing to brush up against the underside, his hand stroking everything he can't reach with his mouth.

All the while, hazy red eyes seek out Akira's gaze with a clear question. Is this right...?]

Oh, fu-

[ the curse cuts off with a moan as he throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut. the hum feels a hundredfold more intense as it vibrates through him and he jerks, precum gathering at the tip. yoshi felt this? god ]

Yoshi, I - [ dazed eyes slide back to him, brow scrunched faintly as he breathes through his teeth ] - I’m not - gonna… last…

[ there’s no way he’ll last past the next minute; arousal had him in its firm grip since the beginning. he’s only lasted this long without creaming himself because there’d been no touching there, but now he’s being touched all over by yoshi’s hand, his mouth, his tongue, the occasional brush of teeth ]

[It's his turn to look mischievous, humming in affirmative with the full knowledge of just how, exactly, that will feel - lips tight around him and tongue teasing that climax out, ready.]

Yoshi -

[ he comes immediately with a yelp from the second hum combined with the look on yoshi’s face. his hips stutter in an involuntary thrust, seeking to shove in deeper as he spills - aborted midway because some small part of him is still mindful about fitting too much in

the rush leaves him panting, an arm thrown over his face. it doesn’t stay there for long, lowering enough so he watch what happens next. he has to see ]

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