justonezero | The World Overflow

[ 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.]

[ deto closes his eyes and thinks. not the waist, but - he meets that pink stare, determination glinting ]

Then - hold on tight, okay?

[ when he lifts yoshi up by his thighs, he hitches him higher than usual, using the wall for additional support. once yoshi’s legs wrap securely around deto, it soon becomes apparent why yoshi’s higher when something wet and blunt grazes along his perineum until it catches on the right spot, where it’s wetter and hotter and waiting ]

Feeling - ha, feeling secure? Feel safe?

[He curls around Deto like it's the most natural thing in the world, legs around his waist and arms around to grip at his back. The height is puzzling at first, though the sudden feeling of Deto's dick makes the intention clear, and he inhales sharply at the sensation.]

Y-yeah. I'm ready.

[Ready and wanting and-]

[ god, finally, finally - he’s slow to push all the way in, even as yoshi opens up for him immediately, beautifully. head first, inching into the welcoming heat that has him moaning low. the next inch comes from lowering yoshi on to his dick rather than any pushing, then the next, then the next - until that’s as far as they can go and he’s in as deep as possible

there is just - nothing else in the world like this ]

[His breath hitches as Deto presses inside, those little pants for air ragged as he reaches deeper and deeper until he reaches that sqeet sport, coaxes another of those soft, pleasureable sounds from his throat.

He can't contribute much to the pace like this, pinned against the wall in Deto's arms with nowhere to move or go, but he finds he doesn't mind it much. Takes all that excitement and affection and funnels it into a peppering of kisses from mole to mole to mole, across the bridge of his nose, the side of his face, trailing back to his lips again, his own parting in question and invitation both.

His eyes remain open, if half-lidded. He really does want to see Deto's expression now that he truly has Nanase pinned to the wall and then some.]

H-heh. Love you, too.

[ his answer to the kisses all over his face. maybe the unevenness of his moles were always meant to form a constellation pointing to the star on yoshi’s face. and his answer to yoshi’s lips is, of course, a heated kiss, sharing affection with teeth and tongue and soft moans

he starts off with syrup slow thrusts, setting an easy pace to gauge how much of this he can safely handle. the slow glide in and out, easy - so easy with how wet yoshi is. some of what’s dripping from yoshi’s stretched-tight hole to his dick to the floor must be - from earlier. and with his grip on yoshi’s thighs, the other boy can only take what he gives. it’s like yoshi is letting deto have everything he wants and, god, wow, that’s so damn hot. all of this makes him feel like he’s out of his mind with love and lust, dark eyes blown wide ]

[He tilts his head for the best access, his own moans aligning with each thrust, growing needier with every single one. He'll take and take and take everything Deto gives, like he needs it to breathe, to live. Filled up, over and over again, with reminders of that love and lust both - like all of it could someday fill up that void, that rift left behind from so many years without.

It's possible he's being greedy. But Deto told him to want, and there's nothing he wants more than Deto himself.

Each gasp for breath between kisses grows more ragged than the last, but it's never enough to deter him from diving right back in, letting himself get lost in the feeling of Deto inside and around him, legs and arms tight around the other boy. If those socks had any texture to them, they could well have left a mark after all this.]

[ he can’t go as fast in this position, but he can go harder despite the exertion required, aiming for that spot every thrust. sharp slaps of skin against skin, as his fingers dig into milky softness and delicate fabric. his kisses turn into frantic, desperate half-pants, half-gasps, often right into yoshi’s mouth

there’s a mantra of yoshi’s name in his mind battling with the concentration required. tight stomach muscles rub friction against yoshi’s own arousal as his hips work and work

it doesn’t take long at all for him to bury his face into yoshi’s neck, moaning as he releases deep. hips stuttering - stuttering desperately, rhythm as broken as the sound he makes ]

[The sound he makes as he comes undone is decidedly sharp, tightening and tensing around Deto even as the other boy's movements lose their rhythm, no longer the predictable thrusts of just moments ago. ]

Mgh...

[Deto can likely feel the exact moment he goes boneless in his arms, a third time spent, gasping to catch his breath, chin resting on Deto's shoulder.]

[ he savors it, the sensation of yoshi coming with him inside - because he’s inside. it’s him coaxing these orgasms out of the other boy, touching him so deep he can’t help but come undone. full of deto, full of everything deto wants to give him. deto should be coming down from the high of climax, but instead he… itches…

it’s not too many steps toward the bed, and as steady as he can be, deto brings them over to it. a sighing breath like he’s just ran a marathon, and then a grunt as he accidentally slips out on the way. but that does make it earlier to lay yoshi down carefully on bed. (always careful; he’ll never let him fall again, never.) yoshi is gorgeous in his jacket, splayed out enough to show off two pink nubs and a wet stomach. and between the thigh highs, there’s a place where deto knows is slick and leaking, as though overstuffed with cream - he really, really wants to see that, too

his shirt is unceremoniously pulled over his head, tossed off to the side somewhere. he crawls over yoshi, mouth attaching itself to one nipple. more of an open-mouthed kiss than a suck, and he swiftly moves along, down to yoshi’s bellybutton - and then further still where he laps up messy strings of release ]

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