justonezero | The World Overflow

And. Hm. Being able to tell when someone is around? Like the friends list says when someone is online in this game.

So it feels like you’re having a conversation rather than leaving a message.

That is a pretty handy feature. I'd have to create the graphics for it, too...

Bunny-themed?

No one could stop me!

[ oh - not what he was expecting his dick to react to, but cute bun boyfriend is cute bun boyfriend ]

… Everybun better watch out.

[He isn't expecting the reaction either, and he makes a soft sound of surprise feeling it.]

...Mm. I can probably make the chat backgrounds customizable and stuff.

[ like a chain reaction, that soft noise inspires more deliberate kisses on his skin. slow and heated, concentrated on the spots deto knows are most sensitive ]

Can I get a special one?

[He's rewarded with more of those soft sounds, Nanase's breath hitching here and there. When he speaks, his tone is distracted.]

I... could make one for you, yeah. Um...

What of...?

[ he shifts his grip and brings their hands under the skirt to cup yoshi together, all the while the trailing kisses continue ]

… A white and pink rabbit. Let’s call him Nacchin.

Haah... Like a mascot?

[The flush is beginning to return to his cheek as Akira moves their hands under his skirt, legs shifting slightly with anticipation.]

Mm… A mascot… means everyone would be able see him, right?

[ he wraps yoshi’s fingers around himself, his hand overlapping. he can’t see it, but it’s a pretty image, he imagines, the suggestion of what they're doing together under the bump of fabric. the both of them bringing yoshi back to hardness in slow, massaging strokes guided by deto ]

… I just want him to be mine though.

[Embarrassing in a way, but - definitely hot. He closes his eyes as the flush begins to deepen and spread across his face, feeling Deto's hand around his as they both work at his arousal.]

Mm... Mascot in design. But only you get to see it.

[He never did go fully soft, still plenty aware of the sensation of Deto inside him, to say nothing of Deto's lips trailing across his neck... his breaths are rapidly growing harder and more heated right alongside his arousal.]

[ with the next downward stroke, deto grunts softly as his hips begin rocking in short, inching thrusts, getting them both back up for the next round ]

Yeah… Because Nacchin has always been mine.

[He nods after a moment - words and movements both terribly distracted.]

Always. And... and always will be.

[He can't imagine finding this much happiness in anyone else's arms.]

Should I... mm, should it be this outfit or...?

[It'll all come off regardless, but he's already impatient to start. He wants to see Deto's gaze for himself - acknowledge all that attention, the only kind in this world that's a blessing rather than a curse.]

Mm…

[ impatient to start, but reluctant to pull out and pull away. he has to anyway, even if yoshi doesn’t change outfits. but it’s so nice and warm within him, where they're as close as can be ]

Don’t you… have the… maid outfit?

[ murmured into his ear. his hand slips from yoshi and with the wet push and pull of the next thrust, he withdraws completely ]

Haa… Do you want help taking things off?

[He moans as Akira pulls out. Rolls over, a little, so he can see the other boy better even as he catches his breath. Rather than answer verbally, he goes through his menu real quick - outfit changing to a familiar dress. A ribbon tied into a bow around his neck, sheer thigh high socks... detached sleeves... there's plenty that needs removing beyond just the blouse and the skirt.]

I... um, probably need it?

Oh.

[ this dress and the witch dress were the ones that woke his internal (yoshi in) skirt kink. he remembers being thoroughly distracted that night, and he’s distracted now, brain flatlining any possible answers - the only spike of life is his arousal ]

I… am… [ slow, dazed answers until he blinks and meets yoshi’s gaze. remembers there's something else he’s been wanting to do ] … actually. Gonna be real unhelpful with that for a moment because I need to kiss you.

[ and so he does, leaning over yoshi, a canopy of teenage lust and first love. he slots their lips together, feeling like it’s been way too long since their last kiss ]

[He smiles and laughs into the kiss - how could he not, seeing Deto's thoughts veer so clearly like that?

He tilts his head just right, arms wrapping around Deto's shoulders as his lips part. Not the same closeness as before, but one he missed nonetheless, happy to fill up on first.]

[ his lips curl automatically when he feels yoshi smile, mouth opening to swallow the laugh straight into his heart. it tastes delightful and sweet, just like the sound itself

he deepens the kiss once yoshi’s lips part at just the right angle, taking that as a request. it’s all wet heat and hitched moans, and a sense that he’d never find anyone else this perfect for him ]

[Request received indeed - Nanase has learned this well by now, how Akira tastes and feels, relishing in it. He'll never tire of it, he thinks, even simple pleasures like this.

That said, he can't quite help the heaviness of his breaths, the soft whimpers, the way his legs shift here and there self-consciously - covered, but straining against the latest pair.]

[ yoshi’s soft whimpers permeate the air like an added fragrance to red haze. everything seems a little slower, a little heavier as though time has been delayed. comfortable and yet too slow. rushed as if there isn’t enough of it. deto wants to keep kissing yoshi, is tempted to spend the rest of time just doing this, but the shifting reminds him they both have a greater need

he pulls back after kissing his favorite spot on yoshi’s cheek, revealed through disheveled hair. as he shifts to his knees, his hand finds yoshi’s wrist. one arm is focused on first, then the other. sliding the detached sleeves off, catching his hands, kissing his palms

the rest, he thinks, they’ll probably remove on their way off the bed, to the wall ]

… Wall?

[He's left laying on the bed, flushed and panting openly as Deto pulls off each sleeve with a kiss - nodding distractedly at the mention of the wall. Legs twitching as he gets his brain back into gear to actually, you know, get up and move.]

M-mm. Let's go.

[If Deto's still holding his hands, well, that just makes pulling himself up into a sitting position even easier.]

[ the moment where deto has to let go is always the hardest, so of course he lingers, keeping yoshi’s hands in his. sturdy in his fixation. he’s always been this type of person, sticking to the things he likes, thinking only about what has invaded his thoughts - whether it makes him angry, or happy. either way, it’s a little obsessive, he admits

but looking at yoshi now, he doesn’t think he could ever stop with this boy

… and, he thinks, maybe, yoshi wouldn’t ever mind anyway ]

Are you… okay to stand? Or should I help you take everything off first before we leave the bed after all…

[ if he has to let go, he will, but only to tug the ribbon at yoshi’s collar ]

[He doesn't seem to mind lingering at least, soaking in the attention. The only gaze in the world that doesn't make him want to shrink down and disappear, the only gaze he's happy to perform for.]

Should be able to stand. ...And wouldn't you get a better view that way, too?

[From just about any angle he could want.]

[ the pink bow unravels easily, draping limply as it loses shape. deto’s eyes flicker from it to the very beautiful pink-red eyes above. there’s really no comparison ]

I wouldn't say better? The view I get is always… damn amazing. In the mornings… when I wake up and see you first thing… I think that’s better.

[ he shifts back and offers his hand to help yoshi up the rest of the way ]

… Show me how to undo the rest?

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