justonezero | The World Overflow

[Like he's made to be loved...?

He knows by now how much Akira loves him, but the thought of being made to be so beloved still brings him pause. Though, to be fair, it's only a very brief one before he leans in close for a soft kiss, a movement that probably doesn't help in the slightest with Akira's current problem.]

...Probably... I can do one more round. If you want...?

[Also being fair, that line of discussion wasn't exclusively an issue for Akira alone, which he can probably feel with their proximity, too.]

[ to be fair, yoshi dressed like this - or rather, undressed like this while sitting in his lap was never going to help with those specific problems

he wants to and it’s tempting to say yes, but - ]

I don’t want to strain your body, and I like what we’re doing already - being close and just talking.

I'm not made of glass... but I'll probably want a nap afterwards.

[So the conversation would definitely get cut short.]

I know. You’re so strong.

[ said in an almost wondrous tone like he’s a marvel. he really does think yoshi is probably one of the strongest people he knows ]

Well… [ and he has to ask: ] Should we? Want to?

It's not that I'm especially strong or anything, either. I just... really like doing it with you...

[So with that said, it's probably unsurprising when his answer is:]

...Yeah. I want to.

No, your heart is… strong and beautiful.

[ he leans in to kiss yoshi, shifting with intent ]

Every part of you. So beautiful.

[He smiles softly - it's still hard to believe sometimes, when Akira says these things, but he soaks up the words nonetheless, moving to meet that kiss.

His hips move, too, beginning a slow rock for now.]

That one.

[ he lets the slow, almost lazy roll of his hips meet yoshi’s, the heat between them rekindling easy and familiar ]

[He looks surprised ever so briefly before his expression melts to one of pleasure, eyes closed as he licks into Akira's mouth, arms looping around his back. He continues to keep the pace slow for now, breath hitching occasionally when they meet just right.]

[ his hands travel back to yoshi’s hips to keep him steady and keep him close. the way they rock with each other reminds him of the ebb and flow of the waves that first day, so natural is the push and pull between their bodies. not slow, just right. the delicious wetness - the slick glide - is almost secondary to yoshi’s tongue meeting his, as deto breathes in his air ]

[Whether it's weariness or just plain comfort, he seems happy to keep it at this speed, savoring each roll of their hips, together and then apart, over and over again.

If he presses up close to Akira's body, his lips, his mouth - can he finally be satisfied with their closeness? They're practically moving as one as it is, shared breath and sound and heat, fingertips digging in lightly each time they meet.]

[ their kisses are punctuated by lingering nibbles from deto when the need for air can’t be ignored. careful, tender until those pink lips take on a sanguine tint

all the while, his hips rise again and again to meet yoshi’s, helpless to stop, but unhurried. this time, everything is spurred on by love rather than lust. his love meeting yoshi’s love as it draws him in, always seeking to connect deeper in some way ]

Tell me - [ a kiss as his tongue seeks out yoshi’s, a swift caress before he pulls back a breath to continue: ] - when you’re close? I’ll help.

Mm... hm?

[He hums, curious, into the kiss at the first half of the question - gives a more affirmative hum when the rest of it follows.]

Yeah. I-- mmnh, I will.

[The pace may be sedate, but his face is flushed, breaths already heavy and heated as he leans back into the kiss, moaning softly into Akira's mouth.

One of his hands shifts, sliding up Akira's back - tangling lightly in his hair, urging him gently to tilt his head just so as they kiss.]

[ deto’s not any better, heart beating loudly in his chest, the liquid warmth of love rushing throughout his body. never loud enough to drown out the soft moans, which reach his ears with sharp clarity each time - as though he’s wired to collect every single one

he tilts his head back - a flicker of thought at the fingers in his hair directing him: yoshi really is too sexy in bed. dangerous rabbit

his fingers dig more firmly into skin, lovely and smooth above the thigh-highs. the bows making it seem like yoshi is a present just for him

all his ]

[All his, indeed.

He gives a pleased hum once the angle's right for a deeper kiss - the movement of his hips just a tick faster as those feelings of pleasure continue to build. Between rocking into Akira and the friction between their bodies, it's not long at all before he's gasping into Akira's lips:]

S-- soon.

[ he catches the word in his mouth and hums back. a hand slides from yoshi’s hips to his waist then between their bodies. fingers first meeting wet skin before his entire hand has him in a heated grip. he’s still learning yoshi, the ways in which he likes best to be stroked, to be held there. right now his help takes on the same rhythm of their bodies, matching each downward pump with the upward thrust of his hips

his stomach is already tensing in anticipation of yoshi’s pleasure tipping over, heat pooling steadily ]

[It gets another hitched breath and a needy whine, his eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure of it all. Though his pace stutters, he does his best to continue, rising into Akira's hand and falling into his thrusts, lips parting in an attempt to catch his breath.

It does not take long at all before he comes undone, hips stuttering, tight around Akira's dick.]

[ he tries to hold out so he can witness all of yoshi’s beauty in this moment - flushed pleasure on the apples of his cheeks and captivating beyond reason. unbelievable that he gets to have this. but the tightness makes his hips stutter out of rhythm, too. and it’s with a gasp, strained and overwhelmed, and a couple sharp, desperate thrusts that he arrives at his own tipping point, settling snug and deep and pulsing

he finally stills inside of yoshi when there’s nothing left to spill, every drop wrung out. all that’s left is languid satisfaction as he presses breathless kisses to yoshi’s lips, nose, forehead ]

Love you, Yoshi… [ and, as always, he has to check, the question comes out mumbled and sleepy: ] Good?

I love you, too.

[Equally breathless. He leans into every kiss, his head eventually settling on Akira's shoulder, pressing a kiss of his own to the other's neck.]

Mm... really good.

...I think I could fall asleep like this.

[Or rather, he's already dangerously close to. Warm and full and flushed and loved-

Where else would he feel so secure than in Akira's arms?]

[ it’s a lucky thing they’re already in a position that’s comfortable and perfect for a nap together because he feels boneless after coming that many times

he does muster up enough energy for a ghost of a smile against yoshi’s hair that he probably can’t see ]

You did work hard today. [ his dancing eyes slide close ] Keep me company in my dreams, mm?

[Yoshi likewise smiles into his neck.]

Mm... you will too, won't you?

[Though with how his eyes are quickly drifting closed, he might not be conscious for the answer.]

[ utterly content is probably the best phrase to describe how he relaxes into the pillows with yoshi resting against him, warm and perfect in his arms. it would be enough, his drifting mind thinks, to have just this and have it be enough of a reason to stay here in this world

to stay here with yoshi

as he’s pulled into the cushioned embrace of dreams, his body knows it’s necessary to keep holding this boy close no matter what ]

… yeah… ‘ll kiss you… hello…

[ … ]

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