[ 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 ]
[ 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...?]
[ 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.]
[ 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 ]
[The near-thrust is a surprise, but he manages not to choke, swallowing despite it - swallowing around him, drinking up every last bit offered, eyes closed and face flushed. It's salty... but different from what he caught from Akira's tongue in a way he can't quite place.
He nearly loses a drop when he finally draws back for good, catching it on his lips with a reflexive lick, a hand reaching up to his face in case his tongue wasn't sufficient to get it all. Those red eyes are focused on Akira again, satisfied smile on his face.]
...Mm, I think I see what you mean.
I think I could get addicted to it, too.
[It's his turn to climb back up, practically onto Akira's lap. The panties did their best to cling around his thighs, but he lets them fall to the ground for now.]
[He laughs, soft and light into Akira's lips for a brief moment before tilting his head just right for a kiss, his own arms circling around Akira's back as he perches in his lap. The contact there will probably grow distracting before long, but for now he's content as is, licking into Akira's mouth, tasting more of him in another way.]
[ just the sound of his laugh - god, he loves this boy
the kiss tastes of each other, just saltier - but he can’t really tell the difference between his taste and yoshi’s. imagines whatever’s vaguely sweeter comes from the other boy
his hand travels down the small of yoshi’s back, down the curve of his skirt and under it. a finger finds his rim and slips back in silently, not yet thrusting, just resting in the warmth of him as they continue to kiss ]
[He can't help but shiver when he feels that finger - makes a soft sound into that kiss, pressing up closer.
He's been at "rest" longer than Akira, and that touch is just another reminder of what's left to come, eagerly awaited. And when it comes to Akira, it's so easy for him to want, want, want.]
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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.]
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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 ]
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So are you.
[...Before peeling those away, too, a hand immediately reaching to stroke him a few times.]
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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.]
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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 ]
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All the while, hazy red eyes seek out Akira's gaze with a clear question. Is this right...?]
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[ 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 ]
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[ 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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He nearly loses a drop when he finally draws back for good, catching it on his lips with a reflexive lick, a hand reaching up to his face in case his tongue wasn't sufficient to get it all. Those red eyes are focused on Akira again, satisfied smile on his face.]
...Mm, I think I see what you mean.
I think I could get addicted to it, too.
[It's his turn to climb back up, practically onto Akira's lap. The panties did their best to cling around his thighs, but he lets them fall to the ground for now.]
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if his refractory period were nonexistent rather than a few minutes, he’d be hard again just from watching all that ]
… You’re unreal.
[ get in his lap, bun. catching the other boy around the waist and reaching up to cradle his chin with his forefinger and thumb ]
Share with me?
[ he draws yoshi into a deep kiss. not terribly interested in his own taste, but invested in the wonders of yoshi’s mouth ]
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the kiss tastes of each other, just saltier - but he can’t really tell the difference between his taste and yoshi’s. imagines whatever’s vaguely sweeter comes from the other boy
his hand travels down the small of yoshi’s back, down the curve of his skirt and under it. a finger finds his rim and slips back in silently, not yet thrusting, just resting in the warmth of him as they continue to kiss ]
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He's been at "rest" longer than Akira, and that touch is just another reminder of what's left to come, eagerly awaited. And when it comes to Akira, it's so easy for him to want, want, want.]
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… Did you think sex was going to be so… erotic? Every time you do something sexy, my mind just goes blank.
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I think that was probably the case for me before, too? But it's not like anyone'd consider me seriously, so...
[Instead he just read about it. A lot.]
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[ does he need to be jealous ]
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Various people... I mean, just because they're attractive doesn't mean I was going to do anything-?!
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1/2
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You do know you're good-looking too, right?
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Yeah… but…
[ as he slips another finger inside ]
I’m still jealous.
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congrats on 300 tags of dumb boys on this post
omfg these idiots in love… THE LENGTH OF THIS THREAD ALONE
They cannot be stopped
do they even know the meaning of it
nope
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