The tension's been up and down throughout all this, but at the moment it's definitely quite high - neither of them fully know what they're doing, and somehow, Yoshi is the one leading things along.
Okay. Okay. He... can probably figure this out.]
The stores didn't really have any supplies, so...
[Hopefully that means they're unnecessary in this world...?
...
He absolutely cannot bring himself to look at Akira as he slowly, tentatively begins to finger himself, gaze off and to the side, his free hand moving to cover his mouth before he makes any sounds.]
[ if deto could access more than just a fraction of his brain power, he’d wonder why yoshi knows the stores don’t sell any supplies
currently, that fraction is being used to watch the way yoshi’s fingers slide in and burn it into his memory. (he wasn’t expecting there, but where else?) the sight is so erotic that he feels it should be forbidden, delicately pale fingers between - god. everything about yoshi is so dangerous for his heart, and just when he thought he was used to it
at this point, his pants are finally off. there’s nothing to hide from either of them. mouth dry, he touches yoshi’s bare thigh, almost a soothing stroke but not quite. he’s not thinking ahead enough to soothe; he just wants to touch - more ]
[He doesn't really trust himself to make any sounds right now - he's already plenty turned on, has been for a while, and currently the only obstacle between them is some half-knowledge on how to make this as painless as possible.
So, all Akira really gets is a shaky nod and a very soft whimper when he removes his fingers, shifting a little - easier access, always making it as easy as possible for Akira.]
[ as eager as he is to touch yoshi there, his fingers are tentative, gentle as they rub at his entrance. the first push in with one finger is velvet heat - and it’s deto that moans first. somehow, he’s going to fit in here? somehow, he’s going to feel this. connect with yoshi in a way no one ever has, or ever will
he slips in a second, carefully twisting his fingers - an experiment. pulling out slightly, then back in. eyes glued to the sight, holding his breath, he repeats the motion. again and again, until he has a light rhythm. occasionally, his eyes flick up to catch yoshi’s expressions, ears always listening for the little noises he makes ]
[Even with the hand covering his mouth, he can't help those little sounds, head tilting back as his chest flutters for breath. He either can't help or doesn't fully notice the way his hips move slightly, the desire to meet that sweet sensation strong.
Slowly, carefully, he lowers his hand, eyes opening once more to face Akira properly.]
P-probably... um, probably ready.
[He thinks? He hopes? But those touches are more than teasing, and he's become all to aware of just how close Akira is, and-
deserving or not, he wants this, wants it more than he can possibly continue to deny himself.]
[ … is deto ready? he feels like he’s waited forever and yet no time at all, wondering if the prep was enough. if yoshi says he’s ready, then…
(later, he’ll think to ask about protection. and even later still, in the real world, he’ll do proper research and learn how to prep the other boy - how much prep is actually needed.)
he shifts until he’s properly between yoshi’s legs, one hand bracing against his knee, the other one on his own heat. he strokes himself once, twice to get as wet as possible then positions carefully ]
… Let me know if you’re uncomfortable or if it hurts -
[ the first push doesn’t seem like he’d fit, until the head suddenly pops in. the rest follow in a slow glide. shit, shit, shit this feels too good ]
[This time, there's no hand in the way to obscure the moan, his hands twisting in the bedding for grip, bracing himself. It really is a good thing game mechanics are on their side, making this far more pleasure than the pain reality likely would have brought from inexperience. Though he can't help the way he tenses, tight around Akira, he does manage to relax himself again, breaths fast and hard.
Though shaky, he's able to bring his legs up - curl them around Akira, much in the same way his hands seek to curl around his back.
[ he watches every inch disappear inside. has to watch with eyes blown wide, unable to look away ]
Yeah…
[ exhaled shakily, the word breathed more than said. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when yoshi tightens around him. determined not to move just yet, no matter how obscenely good yoshi feels. not until he can control himself just a smidge and check the other boy’s condition ]
Yeah, you do.
[ he draws closer, urged by yoshi’s arms around him, legs welcoming him in and in. when he opens his eyes to check, it’s in affectionate nuzzles, brushing their noses together, a clumsy press to his lips, his cheek. gestures of love and concern where words are scarce. once yoshi relaxes, deto presses a messy kiss at the crook of his neck and starts to rock. slow, stuttering - overwhelmed by how good this is, but determined to make it better for them both ]
[Affection is met with affection, nuzzling right back, kissing right back, burying his face in Akira's shoulder with uneven pants for breath as he adjusts to the sensation of those rocks. There's muffled groans each time he hits deep enough, and once he's had the time to adjust just enough to the sensation, he begins to move too - rolling his hips to try to meet each one, so Akira can reach deeper and deeper. Pressing his body up close, close as they can possibly be, the friction of their two bodies on his own arousal.
His lips find Akira's neck, nuzzling leading to kissing, trailing down the side of it -overwhelmed and overflowing with love for this boy, this person who saw him and gathered him up, accepting all of him where no one else had before, seeking a special kind of closeness no one else had surely ever considered.
His mind can't form the words to express any of that, but maybe he'll know through the tightness of Yoshi's grip, the wetness at his neck, the feeling of Yoshi's body around him.
Can he, will he ever fully understand?
Though he may love the world and everything in it, the one at the forefront of his mind will always be Akira.]
[ his hips seem to know what to do even if his mind is still processing, a needy instinct guiding him to rock harder, press deeper. there’s a sound yoshi makes each time he angles just so; it must be good for the other boy. he doesn’t get the angle right each time, but eventually he hits it consistently enough with the help of yoshi’s own hips meeting his
this is him inside of yoshi; this is them joined. two halves merged and rocking with each other, deto moaning his name like he’s lost, though their hips find each other again and again. the slick slide of skin against skin, the full body warmth of another person, their hearts very nearly aligned. deto’s rapidly beating heart is drowned out by the the catch of yoshi’s breath, matched in beat by his own pants, not as fast though he wants. he wants to be closer, still. shifting to press more of his weight onto yoshi, to grind down where a hard warmth rubs against his lower belly, to thrust into the deepest part that he can reach
to leave his mark in here too
no one had ever made me feel this way and no one will ever make him feel this way again. only this boy under him, only yoshi. he thinks maybe he was made to love yoshi and only him ]
[If he was making an effort to keep quiet earlier, that plan more or less falls to the wayside as Akira begins grinding down on him in earnest. A surprised moan is quickly followed by shorter sounds of pleasure each and every time Akira hits just right, which, frankly - is about every thrust at this point.
The kisses along his neck, too, are abandoned, replaced with murmurs of Akira's name into his skin between each roll of their hips, clinging tight as he rapidly approaches climax.]
S-- Soon-
[-Is all he can gasp out, voice trembling almost desperately, the single word punctuated by another short, sweet groan.]
[ the higher they climb together, the tighter yoshi gets, the harder it is to keep up the rhythm. his hips eventually stutter, distracted by the too-tight grip and dazed out of his mind with the pleasure of it. each break in pattern is a rougher, sharper thrust as he tries to chase the same sweet release that’s overtaking yoshi
when he comes, it’s swift. heat welling in his stomach and spilling out of him as he shudders into yoshi, head thrown back into a long-drawn moan. a blackout of white ecstasy. after that, it’s just lingering tremors and the ringing in his ears
even then, he doesn’t collapse on top of yoshi completely, trying not to smother the other boy when they’re both trying to catch their breaths. even then, he reaches up to check, brushing damp white hair out of his eyes, cradling him protectively ]
[It's almost perfectly timed, the warmth rushing inside of him, the warmth spilling between them, the sounds they both make in the wake of it all. He's certainly left a dazed mess both physically and mentally by now, but he doesn't much mind as his grip on Akira finally relaxes, chest heaving to capture a regular flow of air once more.
While his grip does relax, he doesn't seem in any hurry to move all that much. His eyes close, contented as Akira brushes the hair from his face, and after a moment he finds the energy in him to nuzzle at the other boy, trailing his lips up his neck, over the mole on the side of his face, seeking out a kiss.
He's still a mess in many ways, but right now he's happy to linger as they are, still connected, still joined, breathless and warm.]
[ oh - that’s right… he’s still… his priority had been to make sure yoshi was okay, so he had - not forgotten, exactly, because he’s still sensitive down there, but -
his blush overlays the healthy afterglow on his face, red forehead touching yoshi’s ]
I think - I should’ve asked if it was okay to - [ but it happened so fast, his control was shot ] But you like it? Because I like it. Everything. I like us being close like this.
[ do it again… he wants to do it in person. once they get out of here, he’s going to do so much research on this. stuff about protection and uh, how to do it raw properly…
… because they seem to both really like that… ]
I want to. [ do it fast next time, and do it slow. in all the ways so they can learn together what they like and what they don’t. he catches yoshi’s lips again to trade him soft, sweet kisses ] I love you, Yoshi. I’m honestly really lucky to call you mine. Somehow I found the one person who I’d want to do any of this with.
Or, I guess, you found me first? [ it was yoshi who replied to his forum post. one of the very first people to ] Thanks for finding me. Thanks for trusting me to take care of you.
[ there are a lot of things he could say. comments about how baffled he is that anyone can look at yoshi and not want him. he could also admit that there’s a small part of him that’s relieved yoshi is his alone to claim because no one else he knows in the real world has working eyes apparently
he grins into the next kiss instead ]
I would hope so? You did promise to marry me earlier.
[He doesn't remember the term "marry" coming up. Just a promise to never fall for anyone else, to meet and live together in the real world, to support and love each other...
...]
...Oh! I- I guess I did?
[Rabbit brain just never made the connection, apparently.]
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