justonezero | The World Overflow

[ 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 ]

Ah-

[He feels Deto slip away from him - nuzzles at his neck in the meantime, before he's ever so gently deposited on the bed, still flushed and trying to regain his breath. He manages to get enough back into his lungs to give a sound of surprise as Deto's lips find his chest, arching a little into the sensation - and again at that wetness on his stomach.]

Y-you... still want to taste...?

[He can hardly believe Akira's still got the energy for it, but it's fond nonetheless, a hand shifting to gently fluff his hair.]

[ when yoshi touches him like that… deto closes his eyes, enjoying the gentle affection. no one touches him like yoshi does. his tongue works to get every last bit on his lower belly ]

I… [ he tries to put into words the itch he feels ] …I just… want to be close. Closer. You’re so beautiful, and I don’t know what to do about it.

Closer...

[That flush isn't going away anytime soon, watching Deto lick away every last bit of evidence as his fingers continue idly carding through his hair.]

...Should I sit in your lap? Then you can be, um. Inside again.

[He feels full, but there's a certain warmth that's missing even now.]

[ he has to move lower still to get the last bit, taking yoshi into his mouth again, gently sucking him clean. is he still sensitive down here? will his toes curl and uncurl at the overstimulation? the only time he’ll ever think of another guy’s dick as cute ]

Will it be too much? … We did a lot.

[He does in fact give a sharp gasp, hips juttering up slightly before he can stop himself.]

I- um, yeah. I... miss having you in me...

[ once yoshi’s front is clean, deto pushes his legs apart slightly to find his entrance, thumb swiping a streak of cum back in - where it belongs ]

…

[ his oddly intense gaze stays there, then shifts up to yoshi’s face ]

I want to be in you all the time.

[It's easy enough to spread his legs, easy enough to coax that moan from his throat as he tilts his head back from the pleasure brought by even such a slight touch.]

I, um... w-wouldn't really mind that, either.

[ he could enter him like this, but - there’s also something real nice seeing yoshi claim his spot on deto’s lap. part of it is out of pure possessiveness; the other part is proud satisfaction every time yoshi takes what he wants ]

If only, huh? [ even his sex-addled brain knows better. there's another swipe, another push before he crawls up to join yoshi laying down ] What wouldn’t you let me do?

[He rolls onto his side to cuddle up to Deto, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.]

...? Like... when it comes to sex, or...?

[ his arm settles around yoshi’s waist, drawing him closer. uncaring if it’ll get numb - well, whatever, they’ll shift positions soon ]

Mm. Yeah.

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