justonezero | The World Overflow

[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?

[Ah... he ducks his head a little as he gets to his feet. If his face weren't already flushed, he'd definitely be blushing at those words.]

Um... I think the straps tie in the back...?

[And then he can work on removing the shirt, button by button.]

[ in the back? he moves behind yoshi to examine said back, nudging him farther away from the bed if needed. the next couple of minutes are spent in complete silence from deto, who undoes the straps and loops with an air of extreme concentration, aiming to get it all right in one go. careful about how he does it as if yoshi’s a wrapped present. way too serious about this, way too turned on

and when he’s done: ]

… And then? Does this pink part just slip off?

[Nanase takes a few unsteady steps away from the bed, working away at the blouse while Deto handles the skirt. He's nearly got it off by the time Deto finishes untying everything, and he nods.]

Um- yeah. Should slide down.

[Right past the panties and the thigh highs.]

[ down it goes, leaving the unbuttoned blouse, the panties, the thigh highs - and fair skin showing in all the right places. deto’s mouth goes dry with want. it’s always possible, he’s realizing, to want yoshi more and more, as though there’s no limit. maybe that’s just how it goes when he only wants one person in this world

he presses against yoshi’s back, kissing the side of his cheek, his jaw. his hands slide over his stomach first, then down, thumbs hooking under the band of his panties. he watches over yoshi’s shoulder as the thin fabric is ease over the tent, as ruddy red comes into view and the panties are slid down slim hips ]

Pretty… [ like all of him ] Maybe - we should keep the shirt? Or. Or you could… wear my jacket? Don’t want to scrape your back against the wall.

[When he feels Deto up against him, he presses his back to his chest, head tilting to expose more neck. His breath shudders a little, when Deto's fingers slip under the band - pulling down the panties, exposing him once more, a little too aware of how close Deto is behind him, how little it would take to become connected once more.]

-? Is that... um. Y-you think that can happen?

[It hadn't actually crossed his mind.]

...I'll wear your jacket.

[Layer upon layer, reminder after reminder of where he truly belongs.]

[ whether it can happen or not - ]

… I hate even the possibility of it…

[ he never wants to get too into his own head, too wrapped up in the lust and forget that all of yoshi is precious to him ]

But maybe I just want you to wear my jacket.

[ when the panties are low enough on yoshi’s hips that the tension relaxes completely, deto lets gravity do the rest. then he helps yoshi slip off his blouse, and slip on his jacket

and the thigh highs, well… the thigh highs can stay ]

I could probably heal it...

[But he doesn't fight it too hard. After all:]

...I want to wear it, too.

[He does, in fact, shift his feet a little - encouraging the panties to drop the rest of the way as he removes the blouse, swaps it for the jacket instead. The thigh highs and the jacket create a rather strange combination, a bit of Deto's style, a bit of (sort of) Nanase's - an exciting taste of the future, of clothes shared between them both.

Though that's admittedly not nearly as exciting as precisely what they're doing now, and it shows, not just in his arousal, but in the way he catches Deto's wrist to tug him towards the nearest wall, impatient.]

[ he’s all too willing to follow. eager to have yoshi again, it’s deto who traps him against the wall with a kiss, rushed and brief ]

Standing? … I could carry you.

[ already running his hands down yoshi’s sides to his hips ]

[He rests his back all too willingly against the wall, cream-colored jacket serving its purpose immediately as they kiss.]

-Eh, carry, as in... while we're...?

[He's growing redder just thinking about it.]

[ deto thinks he can probably handle it if they’re braced against the wall like this ]

Yeah. You trust me?

[Nodding far, far too quickly.]

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