[ 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?
[ 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?
[ 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 ]
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his stomach is already tensing in anticipation of yoshi’s pleasure tipping over, heat pooling steadily ]
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It does not take long at all before he comes undone, hips stuttering, tight around Akira's dick.]
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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?
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[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?]
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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?
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Mm... you will too, won't you?
[Though with how his eyes are quickly drifting closed, he might not be conscious for the answer.]
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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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