justonezero | The World Overflow

[His breath hitches at the sensation, flush settling in on his cheeks as his breathing quickens.]

I just... like seeing your face. Um, when you can't stop staring.

[Speaking of which...]

Do you- want me to switch to another skirt before we do it again?

Like right now?

[ is it possible to look away when they’re this close and yoshi is reacting to his touch? ]

Do we… have to take your panties off again?

Um... yeah. And, uh... tights, too, if it's one of those.

[It's already getting difficult for him to focus on words, distracted by the touch and the anticipation.]

[ …

he nudges up and against yoshi ]

… I don’t know if I can wait for that…

[Nodding quickly.]

What... what position?

[ trying to think through the insistent chant of ‘just put it in now while he’s warm and willing in your lap’… ]

From - from behind…

[ which means he should probably, very reluctantly, slide his fingers out ]

[Taking in a sharp breath as those fingers slide out.]

I, um- I can brace myself against the bed...?

[Sliding off his lap with a similar reluctance, shifting - bent over at the waist, arms braced on the mattress of the bed.]

[ then it’s deto’s turn to get off the bed and position himself behind yoshi. once again he slides the skirt up and up. the view this time is - he says something, swift and low. he doesn’t know what. yoshi’s name? a prayer? a curse? whatever it is, the tone is awed, full of reverence

and when he can’t help but reach out and spread yoshi wide open for him, so he can really see everything ]

Please tell me you’re ready - tell me I can put it in. You’re so damn gorgeous, I need - to have you -

[Nodding quickly again, shifting his feet to keep his balance as Akira spreads his legs apart.]

R-ready. Please-

[He's not sure how much longer he can wait like this.]

[ he slides a thumb in first, brief, just the tip. then curls it slightly to the side, spreading that dusky rim open that way, too. he wants to - kiss him there, tongue him there whether he’s filled with deto or not. and he will, he’ll taste all of yoshi

but first, finally, finally - he takes himself in hand and pushes in, past the brief resistance. god. he’s only midway and normally, he waits when he’s all the way in, but he can’t this time - his hips cant back, then in again, as he fucks his way in deeper with each thrust until he’s flushed against yoshi for one glorious moment. not deep enough though ]

If I’m - too rough, tell me. I want to go - as deep as possible - this angle.

[ this position might do that, he thinks. his hips drive in with mindless need, seeking yoshi’s sweet spot, seeking to go past it ]

[He gives a surprised yelp as Akira immediately begins thrusting into him, hands holding himself in place as much as possible, trying to prevent his whole body from rocking forward too much from the movement, so the other boy can reach exactly where he's aiming for.]

'S... not too rough-

[His words are interrupted by a sound of pleasure, and another and another, every time Akira manages to hit him deeply.

He brings up a hand, shaky - clumsily stroking himself with each thrust, for want of any kind of friction.]

[ he focuses on chasing pleasure found only within yoshi, one hand holding his hip steady and in place. the other travels to where his shirt parts to reveal soft skin, the little divot of his belly button pressed against his palm ]

So good… inside - inside you.

[ it’s never been anything but. impossible for them to come together in any way that isn’t good when their skin slaps together so sweetly ]

Next time - [ it’s surprising that any thoughts break through but this one is… important ] Next time - naked. Miss kissing you.

M-mm.

[He manages to squeeze out the affirmative sound between pants for air. He can feel Akira hitting deeply each time, and as good as that feels-]

I wanna- Mnh, see you, too...

[His imagination is full trying to figure out what Akira looks like right now, but... anything he imagines never quite beats out seeing his face, those little changes in expression in time with their movements.]

[ he moans his agreement. all parts of yoshi are exquisite to him, and watching his shoulders shake with each thrust definitely has its own charm. but… he wants to see yoshi’s face, too

if deto slows down to grind against that sensitive bundle of nerves like he’s doing right now, what expression is yoshi making? he slips in deeper and, at the right angle, sometimes he hits something like a wall, tender and giving. if he grinds against that, how does yoshi’s expression shift? he wants to know every miniscule change ]

[There's differences in sound and touch to be found, at least. Pleasurable whimpers and muscles tightening around Akira. All that attention from the other boy along with his own strokes causing his breaths to become ragged as he's pushed ever closer towards peaking.]

I'm- I'm almost...

[He never quite finishes the words, thoroughly distracted by the sensations, the thought of Akira buried inside him, face no doubt as flushed as his own.]

[ almost -

his last few thrusts land rough, staccato in rhythm. sharp and deep, lined up snug in velvet walls. if yoshi is close, deto wants to meet him there ]

Come - with me. Yoshi -

[ this time, he can afford to close his eyes briefly, imagining yoshi’s face. his own flushed and set in concentration, hair wild and curling ]

N-now -

[ the blunt, sensitive head of his dick slides against that soft spot- ]

[A moan and he's tight, so tight, braced up against the bed as he comes, head ducked down but hand still moving, carrying himself through the climax. Trying to imagine Akira's face as he hits that point too. Black hair framing that flushed face perhaps, eyes on him in front maybe...?

By the time he finishes, he's still panting for breath, but trying to look back - catch a glimpse of the other boy's face through half-lidded eyes.]

Hng! Tight -

[ as though yoshi’s body is telling him to stay. his stomach tightens as he spills in wringing spurts, hips pressed as close as possible - pleasure punching him harder than normal, and he groans. this is the second time, in a different hole, but yoshi always accepts all of him. that thought makes him feel just as good as the release itself

as the ringing sets in, his dazed, dark eyes finds yoshi’s. a young man lost, barely regaining his senses after riding and drowning in the waves of pleasure. his senses say to kiss this boy immediately - but he can’t quite. reach. has to settle for the exposed skin of his neck, and the covered expanse of his shoulder ]

God. God… That was - intense.

[ to take the strain off yoshi’s arms, deto eases them both to lay on their sides, legs tangled. still keeping yoshi plugged with him, keeping everything in ]

[It's the kisses that bring him back to awareness, and he arches his back a little to meet them as best as he can - welcomes the chance to lay down with Akira as he catches his breath, lets his arms rest.]

It felt- really, really good. But I miss seeing you...

[That familiar fullness and warmth makes up for it a little, though. Their legs are a tangle, but he adds a little intentionality, hooking a foot around Deto's leg for closeness, hands seeking out Akira's.]

Yeah…

[ his hand rubs up yoshi’s stomach once before he feels the seeking fingers, then it’s just a matter of catching those fingers, those hands so they can weave together even tighter ]

I could pull out and we could reposition…?

Mm... I'll just wait 'til we do it again.

[Grasping at those hands as his body and senses both begin to calm. He can settle in and enjoy the warmth for the moment. Because...]

...I want to see your face when you've got me up against the wall.

[ his dick immediately twitches with interest, even as tired as it is ]

Yoshi… [ impressed, reproachful and absolutely turned on ] What’s the word for someone like you? There has to be one Really hot and cute but a little troublemaker.

[Another of those light little laughs at the words and the sensation, grip tightening briefly on Akira's hands, fond.]

Is it making trouble if we were already planning on it, though?

It’s making trouble if we’re supposed to be resting between rounds and you open your mouth and turn me on immediately…

[ he’s not as soft as he was a couple moments ago, now that he’s vividly imagined what yoshi would look like pressed up against the wall on his dick. that sweet little laugh doesn’t help ]

I still need to take everything off. Does the time spent on that count as resting, too?

[He's helping!]

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