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It’s easier to appreciate something in retrospect, Yosuke thought. Still, the nostalgia that welcomed him as they wandered around the campus of Yasogami High was undoubtedly thanks to Yu’s arrival in his life, and the shift from the moment they met and the line that divided before and after had become so obvious now, so glaring that Yosuke couldn’t help but smile at his own prior innocence.
Despite all the time that had passed, their classroom 2-2 had barely changed. The permanent dent etched into corner of the chalkboard was still there, and even though the desk he was currently sitting at wasn’t the same as the one that he used to have, Yosuke could tell that it was Chie’s, the faded pockmarked ink marks a tell tale sign from her old habit of tapping her pen against the table. Even the view in front of him hadn’t changed - he must not have grown very much in the last few years - and it was all too easy to imagine Moroking or Sofue behind the lectern, regaling their class with lessons that Yosuke had long forgotten about.
The view was made better as Yu slid into the desk in front of him, and in this blissfully empty classroom, there’s no need for note-passing or chair-kicking like they used to do. Yu turned around with an easy smile, cheek resting against fist as he beamed at Yosuke. Yu’s hair was just a little longer now, though still perfectly swept, and instead of that familiar uniform this memory was supposed to conjure, he had worn the black sweater that Yosuke had packed into their suitcase two nights ago. It was both accurate and not, familiar and nouveau at the same time.
“So?” Yu started, “how does it feel?”
“You’re asking me? You’re the one that hadn’t been here in years!” Yosuke’s had maybe one more year in this high school and in Inaba compared to Yu, but he wasn’t going to let it go.
“Maybe,” Yu’s gaze softened, and Yosuke thought about the age-old fantasy he used to have of pulling Yu closer, to bridge the gap between their desks with a kiss, “I like hearing your thoughts, though.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yosuke huffed, smiling despite himself. The furniture of the classroom hadn’t changed in size, and Yosuke knew he had stayed the same height, but he’s feeling like he had outgrown the space anyway, “it’s not too bad. I’m kind of glad you wanted to see it.”
“I’m glad you came along, even though I had to drag you here.” Yu tilted his head slightly, teasing, “kind of like taking Mitski to the vet.”
“Excuse me? I walked here! With my own legs!” Yosuke understood what Yu meant though, even though he hadn’t known how to explain his reluctance. Yasogami was so many things to him now - it’s the loneliness when he first moved here, the carefree happiness as he passed his days with Yu and the rest of the Investigation Team, marred by the undertone of unshakeable anger every time he saw the ghost of Konishi-senpai on the corner or Naoki-kun lingering by the corridor on the first floor, watching the rain pummelling against the window. It’s the unspeakable void of pining and regret, of feeling oddly lost despite being surrounded by his friends when Yu’s steadfast presence wasn’t there anymore, a missing anchor that left him adrift. He hadn’t known which of those emotions would be stirred when he stepped into the school again three years after his graduation, but he’s glad that it was all of them, and gladder still that his moments of innocent joy with Yu shone the brightest, “and you? What do you think?”
Yu hummed thoughtfully for a moment. “I’m grateful for the memories here.”
“That’s such a you response,” Yosuke laughed, not at all surprised.
“Aren’t you?”
“I guess I am,” Yosuke drummed his fingers lightly against the table as he thought of everything that had transpired here, “didn’t like getting kicked in the balls, though.”
“Yeah,” Yu winced in sympathy at that thought, “but if that’s your only regret, then that’s not too bad.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s my only regret,” Yosuke admitted, scratching his cheek. It’s an embarrassing thought, but the distance of time had taken off its edge, “I mean, I kinda wish I got over myself earlier. Would have been nice to have been dating you since - well. You know?”
“Nope. You should tell me, though.” Yu shifted, his smile as equally teasing as it was probing. It’s a nice reminder for Yosuke that Yu used to be about as uncertain towards this relationship as he was, the both of them mutually terrified that their feelings was doomed to forever be unrequited, and it’s kind of the point that Yosuke wanted to make.
“Oh, fine, since you’re clearly intent on embarrassing me,” Yosuke huffed dramatically. His partner was always so firm in asserting his affection for him anyway, and the least Yosuke could do was reciprocate at times, “like - urgh, I can’t believe I’m admitting this - the scooters. It was kind of nice when you were sitting behind me on my bicycle, and I really should have just said that.”
It’s difficult to forget that time when he had reacted too loudly at Rise’s proclamation about wanting to squeeze Yu-senpai, attracting a funny look from Kanji and a confrontation from Rise later, as she demanded with crocodile tears and all if Yosuke had a problem with her. That memory - that he really could have done without.
“Only kind of nice?” Yu asked with a raised eyebrow, as if he wasn’t the only one between them with a scooter now, as if he hadn’t smirked when Yosuke blabbered on pointlessly about how they only needed one vehicle for their household because the train network in Tokyo worked great, the fact that Yosuke always held on to Yu tighter than necessary already open knowledge at that point.
“You know what I mean!” Yosuke said hotly, face warming up as he kicked the back of Yu’s chair.
Yu only laughed, “what else?”
“Oh, er, the group cafe! God, you have no idea how insane you were driving me. First, you wouldn’t stop staring at me, then you tell me you think you wouldn’t mind dating me, and then at the end of all that, you still waited for me so that we could walk home together even though there were all those people that wanted to spend time with you at the festival,” Yosuke buried his face with his hands, peeking out at Yu from between his fingers, “I mean, really! Talk about making someone feel special!”
“You are special, Yosuke,” Yu said, reaching over to hold Yosuke’s wrist, “to me, especially.”
“I know that now,” Yosuke muttered, not at all protesting when Yu pulled gently at him so he could press a kiss to Yosuke’s fingers, “it’s just - I could have saved myself all those nights of pining.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t oh me like that,” Yosuke grumbled as Yu laughed harder, breathing warmly against his skin, “I mean, it was bad that day, but fuck, the pageant the next day.”
Yu stilled. “What?”
“The pageant?” Yosuke frowned, “wow, did you really forget about all of that?”
“No, no, I remember it,” Yu paused, frowning slightly, “I mean, what about it?”
“Did I not… tell you?” Yosuke trailed off, but Yu’s frown only seemed to deepen. Oh, of course he hadn’t - when was he supposed to have brought it up? “Wait, it’s not like, bad or anything, it’s just… really, really embarrassing. But I mean, since I’m being honest and all, I just - god, partner, you were so hot in that outfit. It’s not that I couldn’t recognise you or anything, like, you were still Yu, you know? But the skirt and the thigh high socks and - and the way your hips shifted when you walked, I was just-”
Yosuke clammed his mouth shut, the blood in his veins as good as boiling. Yu was staring at him, eyes dark with interest and oh no, oh no-
“Keep going, Yosuke.” Yu murmured, lips barely grazing over Yosuke’s fingers and killing off the last of Yosuke’s sanity.
“We’re in a school, partner!” Yosuke managed to squeak out. He’s not a seventeen year old boy anymore, sitting in a classroom and desperately fighting back a hard-on and racy thoughts of Yu, except, nope, apparently he was. His trousers strained uncomfortably, a sensation that was both unwelcome and familiar at the same time, and he groaned, already feeling like he was on the losing end of things.
“There’s no one around,” Yu said, kissing Yosuke’s fingertips in a way that was so far beyond the realm of simple affection, “remember?”
“I know! But still!” Yosuke hissed, and even though he knew it was a lost cause he had to put up a good enough fight anyway, for the sake of his dignity, “what do you want me to say? That I was so hard under my skirt that the only thing keeping it down were those godawful sheer tights Chie made me wear?”
On second thought, Yosuke wasn’t sure that did any good for his dignity - it’s certainly making him harder now, and judging by the lust building behind Yu’s eyes, Yosuke was only pushing them further down a path of no return.
“Exactly,” Yu nibbled lightly at his skin, and Yosuke felt electricity run from that extremity and towards the heat pooling in his groin.
“Partner,” Yosuke whined, but even then he wasn’t sure what shape the relief that he was asking for would take.
“Yosuke,” Yu said pleasantly, “keep going. Please?”
As if Yosuke could say no to him, when he’d always been weak to Yu. No, even if he wasn’t, even if he hadn’t been - it’s not like Yosuke had never thought about whispering his every dirty thought to Yu at this desk, about living out every sordid fantasy that crossed his mind during those sleepy afternoons with only the back of Yu’s head for appreciation.
Yosuke hoped the school was still as empty as it had been just hours ago, and he swallowed.
“I wanted,” Yosuke started, voice shaking slightly as Yu refused to break eye contact, slowly slipping in more of Yosuke’s fingers into his mouth with each passing second, “I wanted - god, I - I wanted to feel you up under your skirt, I wanted to see what kind of face you’d make if I could just touch you, if I could make you blush and gasp under me - ah, Yu, wait-”
“Hmm, like this?” Yu had shifted from his seat at the desk and stalked closer to Yosuke so he could lean over him to palm the firm erection pressing inside Yosuke’s trousers. Yosuke didn’t let himself whimper from the touch, but it’s a near thing, because shit, wasn’t this his every fantasy during those boring classes? That Yu might get up from his place to finally, finally touch Yosuke, and when he babbled something along those lines, he’s treated to the sight of Yu’s eyes going intoxicatingly dark from thrill, “or like this, perhaps?”
“Fuck, yes?” Yosuke gasped as Yu squeezed gently around him, the rough cotton fabric of his boxers rubbing against sensitive skin and doing little to still the pre-cum already leaking from his trembling dick.
“Keep talking, Yosuke.”
Yosuke swore again under his breath - he could feel the playful dance of static in his veins from each clothed stroke, beckoning him forward for more as an embarrassingly high pitched sound escaped his lips, “I - urgh, partner - I’ve imagined this… you, just like that… blowing me under my table... oh, partner, please.”
“It’s a wonder how you managed to pass any exams at all,” Yu said in bemusement, but he acquiesced anyway. Yosuke could tell that he was a little smug about it, not that Yosuke understood why. Yu should have known he was an attractive guy, because if all the fawning girls making eyes at him hadn’t given it away, then Yosuke’s tragic foot-in-mouth syndrome and all those times he’d tripped up on his words to gush about Yu’s good looks should have made it clear.
“Don’t tease me,” Yosuke complained, and Yu laughed warmly before giving Yosuke little reason to whine further as he handily undid the front of Yosuke’s trousers to let his erection free, the sticky tip throbbing as it felt cool air.
It’s not the first time that Yu had gone down on him - each time he did had been delightful, of course, for Yosuke to see his prim and proper partner kneeling down before him, of the contrast of a hand neatly tucking stray hair behind his ear as he eagerly took Yosuke’s cock into his mouth - but it’s certainly the first time Yosuke’s teenage fantasy had come to life like this. It’s a sight framed by Yosuke’s school desk providing little cover as Yu pushed all of Yosuke inside himself in one smooth motion, and briefly, Yosuke’s mind blanked from sheer shock, from the shameful embarrassment of this act (they were still in a school, for god’s sake!) and the hot, excitement of doing it in public (they were in a school!) coming together dizzyingly.
“Fuck, Yu,” Yosuke gasped, his fingers tightening around the edge of his chair as he tried desperately to steady himself. It didn’t seem to matter how many times it’s happened now - watching Yu’s head bobbing around him and feeling the familiar warm, wet walls of that normally polite mouth slide filthily over his cock was sure to set Yosuke’s nerves alight, and it wasn’t long before his body was jerking nervously against Yu in want, keen in neediness when Yu pulled away with a loud, wet pop, “urgh, noooo why did you stop?”
“Impatient, huh?” Yu teased as he continued to pump Yosuke’s cock while his other hand tugged at Yosuke’s trousers. Yosuke had no idea how his partner could be so smug even when he looked like this, a thin thread of saliva and precum drawing a line from his lips to the tip of Yosuke’s erection, but he wasn’t about to complain, not when it was one of Yosuke’s favourite sights to witness.
“Of course I’m going to be impatient,” Yosuke squirmed, helping Yu along in pushing his trousers to his knees and briefly glad that he wasn’t wearing that skin-tight pair of jeans for once. The feeling of the school chair’s cool metal surface against his bare skin only seemed to further burn at the ends of his nerves, and he trembled in Yu’s grasp, “how is anyone supposed to be patient in this situation?”
“What’s this situation, then?” Yu asked playfully as he slicked his fingers up with the pre-cum that continued to dribble from Yosuke’s tip, the promise of something even better to come, but even Yosuke had to stare incredulously at Yu for a moment.
“Are you serious?” Yosuke hissed, but he knew that they were both aware the flush on his cheeks was entirely due to lust and embarrassment, not from any genuine annoyance, “the fact that you were doing a really good job of getting me to cum? The fact that we might get caught soon, if we don’t hurry?”
“Which one is it?” Yu cocked his head innocently, but Yosuke didn’t get a chance to answer properly - Yu was sliding his fingers down the length of his cock, after all, over the curvature of his balls and teasing around the space between the base of his dick and his entrance.
“Ungh - Yu, no, I’m - sensitive there - ah,” Yosuke moaned, his hips twitching gladly into Yu, the wanton noise from his lips filling his own ears and burning his skin.
“I know,” Yu said, because of course he did, and Yosuke’s mind didn’t get the chance to come back into coherence after that.
It’s the twin sensation of Yu’s knuckle kneading dextrously into skin, fingers twisting and rubbing over his asshole while his mouth wrapped around Yosuke’s cock again, tugging and pulling and pushing with the intimacy of familiarity. With each shudder that Yu drew from him, Yosuke also felt the inside of his thighs graze Yu’s smooth skin, the faintest of pinpricks from nearly nonexistent stubble rub against him and driving the fog of headiness further across his mind. Combined with the heated moans of Yu’s weighty breaths against his cock, of the static building up inside his nerves with each skin touch and the rocking of his school chair against uneven floor with each shake, Yosuke felt himself edging closer.
“Yu, please,” Yosuke begged, uncaring of how needy his voice sounded or how loud it was that as it seemed to echo against the classroom walls, “your fingers - I want...”
His body shivered despite himself, the firm press of Yu’s finger pushing in slowly and agonisingly tantalising as it dug into him. Yosuke clenched gladly around it, his breaths uneven and erratic as Yosuke threw his head back, eager and desperate to take more of Yu into him as Yu had taken him. His own hands found their way to hold Yu’s head closer towards him, fingers tangled in impossibly soft silver hair like it had done so many times before but no less pleasant. It’s easy to find a rhythm here - they’ve always been in sync anyway - as Yu surrendered easily to Yosuke’s demands with each jerk of Yosuke’s hips, of hands pushing cock deeper into throat or fingers deeper around tight, hot walls, and the coalescing ecstasy inside Yosuke climbed with each rocking motion.
“Partner,” Yosuke cried out, pleasure tight in his blood as it choked him, “Yu!”
Yu thrust his fingers into Yosuke’s prostate right where Yosuke liked it, and the flare of pleasure from that singular point was enough to tip him over, urgent and bright as Yosuke came, shuddering bodily as he buried Yu’s face against his crotch, as he felt his cum spilling out messily while Yu drank it up greedily as he always did, the wet walls of his throat constricting around the tip of his cock with each swallow and drawing out Yosuke’s climax, coaxing more cum out with each nimble shift. As Yosuke rode out the afterglow of his orgasm, he watched dazedly as Yu sucked him clean, tongue swirling and licking before pulling himself off to gently kiss along the length of Yosuke’s still throbbing erection. If Yosuke’s climax was an orgasm, this itself was euphoric. Yu has always been a tender lover towards him, and if this demonstration of affection only made Yosuke’s want of his partner burn deeper, then, well. Yosuke was sure no one could fault him for it.
“Good?” Yu said eventually, once he was finally satisfied with draining every drop from Yosuke’s cock. An entire season could have passed, and Yosuke wouldn’t have noticed.
“You were amazing,” Yosuke exhaled breathlessly, pleased when Yu smiled happily. It’s another thing about Yu that Yosuke never really understood, why he seemed so in want of praise each time they had sex especially considering how damn good Yu was at it, but it’s a simple gift that Yosuke could give his partner, and he was more than glad to do so, “your turn?”
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” Yosuke lied. He knew he needed a few more minutes, but his body could suck it up. The sight of his partner now - of Yu with unkempt, messy hair damp with perspiration, wide eyes and red, swollen lips - was too delectable for Yosuke to want to hold back. Yosuke eyed Yu’s still pitched trousers knowingly, hungrily; it’s the kind of sensation that Yu alone could bring out in Yosuke, a desperation in Yosuke to want to please Yu too, “come on, don’t make me beg again, partner.”
“I do like seeing you beg,” Yu hummed honestly, but it wasn’t as if Yosuke didn’t already know that. Yosuke huffed, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance as he pushed up from his chair and drew in close to Yu for a wet kiss, and the taste of salt from his own cum on Yu’s tongue sent his senses haywire.
Yosuke palmed his hand over Yu’s cock in a mirror of Yu’s action before, squeezing gently to feel Yu gasp openly into him, “fine, Yu, won’t you please fuck me now.”
“You… ah, make a strong case, Yosuke,” Yu moaned softly, his hands firm and right as they dug into Yosuke’s butt cheeks. It’s enough for Yosuke’s cock to twitch again in interest, and Yosuke nudged into Yu so his partner could feel it against his own.
“Don’t I just?” Yosuke asked brightly, winking at Yu, “besides, don’t you think I want to know about your fantasies too? I mean, if you have any of me, that is.”
He hadn’t meant to be self-deprecating at this point - Yu’s expression turned into a slight pout, and Yosuke regretted it immediately.
“You know I do,” Yu started, and Yosuke leaned in to cut him off with a quick kiss, nibbling and tugging lightly at Yu’s lower lip with his teeth before pulling away.
“Is that so? Then you’d better show me, partner,” Yosuke said in earnest as he pressed their erections harder together, glad that his save worked when Yu’s eyes softened again with pleasure, “you know I enjoy a good demonstration.”
“Ah, well, anything for you, Yosuke,” Yu whispered, kissing a trail along Yosuke’s jaw. It’s a gentleness that juxtaposed well against the tightening grip Yu had on Yosuke’s ass as he spread his cheeks apart teasingly, and Yosuke reciprocated with a loud, filthy moan that he knew he would typically too embarrassed to deliberately make.
It’s just as well too - Yosuke could see how Yu flushed harder at that, because for all of Yu’s teasing to make Yosuke more open and more direct during sex, he knew that Yu could be just as shy in being honest about his desires at times. With the tables turned like this, Yosuke could see the appeal in Yu’s constant teasing, and he’s emboldened by this rare opportunity, undoing the fly on the very damp front of Yu’s trousers so his partner’s eager erection could be let out as well. It’s thick and slicked in his hand, and Yosuke was pleased by how wet and keen it was. Of course he knew by now about Yu’s very real and very deep attraction towards him, but it was still nice knowledge each time he saw physical proof of it.
“Ever think about this, Yu?” Yosuke cooed in his best imitation of a coquettish smile, and however silly he felt it was quickly mitigated by Yu’s lips tightening to hold back a gasp. Yosuke rubbed their cocks together, teasing bare, sensitive skin against bare, sensitive skin so his own erection could be slicked in Yu’s pre-cum as well, drawing out a muffled groan with each slide. Yosuke felt his cock tremble with restlessness, and he could only imagine how Yu felt, so he guided one of Yu’s hands towards his entrance, shimming his ass against it to tempt Yu into fingering him again, “ever think about fucking me right in this classroom?”
His cheeks burned at each word out of his mouth, but Yu’s flush was reddening harder as his eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe Yosuke was saying those things. Yosuke was having trouble believing it himself, but Yu was nodding slowly, shyly, and even though it’s been a long time since Yosuke had picked up a porno magazine or put a dirty video on, Yosuke thought he could remember enough still to pull together the words for more dirty talk.
“How did you want me, partner?” Yosuke whispered, hooking a leg around Yu’s as he continued to stroke the both of them with fervour, the smell of musk and sweat and Yu full in his lungs, “did you think about me on my back on the table, with my legs spread open? Did you think about tearing my stockings apart during the pageant day and having your way with me, with my arms pinned down so I was helpless? Did you think about marking me with bites and making me cum over and over until I couldn’t walk straight?”
Those were Yosuke’s own fantasies, really, but Yu either didn’t notice or his daydreams were exactly the same - against him, Yu whimpered weakly with each word, with each touch, the heat of his every breath a burning plume against Yosuke’s skin. It’s a delight for Yosuke to learn, and the warm static of pleasure running in his veins seemed to boil with this knowledge.
“Yes, Yosuke, I wanted - you, ahh, ngh,” Yu cried out, his hips jerking against Yosuke, their cocks rubbing harder together in Yosuke’s hands. The grip Yu had on Yosuke’s flesh tightened impossibly, and even though Yosuke was tempted to push Yu over so he could climb onto him and fuck himself on Yu’s cock right now, the opportunity to tease Yu further dangled alluringly before him, and it took all Yosuke’s self-restraint to hold back.
“Keep talking, Yu,” Yosuke said sweetly even as he wrapped one hand around Yu’s wrist to impatiently push Yu’s fingers deeper and faster into him, each motion sloppy and messy as he continued to stroke them but no less urgent in want, “I like - I like hearing you too, partner.”
Yu swore softly, uncharacteristic of him, a thrilling sound that left Yosuke needy and keen, “I thought - you - the desk…”
“Oh, like this, perhaps?”
There’s a brief gap between them when Yosuke reluctantly detached himself from Yu so he could bend himself over his desk, his hands holding his own cheeks apart so his entrance remained open. Yosuke wriggled his ass a little in invitation, and just as he started to think it might have been too much, Yu finally seemed to kick into gear, joining hot skin together again as he held Yosuke’s arms to his back to pin him down.
“Like this, partner.” Yu purred, pushing his cock into Yosuke in one swift motion and drawing out a strangled, throaty moan from Yosuke. It’s precisely what Yosuke had been needling him for, but it’s even greater somehow. The sound of Yu’s voice, that soft baritone forming around the syllables to call Yosuke partner was lethal for Yosuke’s sanity as he fucked into Yosuke. Yu didn’t start off with a slow pace like he normally did, but he didn’t need to now - Yosuke clenched greedily around Yu in need, luxuriating in the pleasure that emanated from each thick, wet, sloppy thrust.
Maybe there was a good reason Yu had been a little reluctant about bending Yosuke over like this, like Yu had better awareness of his self-control or whatever, but at this point, Yosuke found that he didn’t really have it in himself to care. The custodian could walk in on them right now, and Yosuke wouldn’t have changed a thing, not with the urgent, fervent pounding of Yu’s cock pushing into him right now, his own erection rubbing against the sharp table edge, pain and pleasure blurring into each other. Yosuke wanted to reach out and touch himself, to ease the buildup of hot-blooded ecstasy in his cock, but Yu’s hold on him remained firm, a tight, overwhelming embrace that rendered Yosuke helpless.
It wasn’t a bad thing at all.
How could it be, when any coherent thought in his mind had long vacated, allowing the urgent pleasure from each push and pull slide of Yu’s cock into him to consume the empty space left behind? It’s the hot, slippery weight of Yu’s heat filling him up so completely, so thoroughly, that Yosuke gladly surrendered himself to this giddy arousal, guided only by the sheer, animalistic need to bounce himself on Yu while rutting desperately against the school desk for want of relief.
“Yosuke,” Yu choked hoarsely, his grip on Yosuke arms’ tightening as he pushed harder, deeper, “Yosuke,”
For a while, it’s all Yosuke could hear - Yu repeating his name over and over with a reverence like a litany in a church, him calling out for Yu in equal need and their desperate, wanton moans becoming entangled together, and the back and forth rocking of the uneven classroom desk under him - all of which became a single symphony and the only thing Yosuke could focus on, a siren song that he readily drowned himself in.
It’s a potent combination, with each slam of Yu’s body into him making the rush of arousal hit even harder, until each salient touchpoint of heat and electricity rampant under his skin melded into each other, until the edges between him and Yu were blurred and became molten, ecstatic pleasure. It’s the sensation of Yu shuddering against him tellingly before the burst of hot cum spilled inside him, of Yu’s cry in orgasm as he collapsed around Yosuke that pleasure asserted itself over him a second time, wet and messy from the hot liquid spluttering over his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up and pulsing in his ass with each twitch of Yu’s erection still inside him. Yu’s breath was shaky and warm against his ear as he rocked the both of them through the afterglow of this climax, and in his arms, the contentment that blanketed Yosuke felt decidedly blissful.
“Yu,” Yosuke sighed as they rode out the last of their climax lazily, “I love you.”
Yosuke’s affection for his partner was long-standing and had nothing to do with the post-orgasm headiness clouding his mind, but he felt the urge to make his love known again anyway.
“I love you too, Yosuke,” Yu laughed, pressing a kiss to Yosuke’s temple, “we’ve made quite the mess, haven’t we?”
“That would be an understatement,” Yosuke grumbled. He’s dreading the moment Yu pulled out from him, wincing a little when Yu did - his partner always seemed to cum in bucketfuls, and as fun as it was to feel it pour inside him, the sensation of warm cum cooling as it dribbled out of his hole and ran along his skin was unpleasant. It’s not so bad when they were at home, but the washroom on this floor was at the opposite end of the hallway. Before Yu could apologise, Yosuke glanced up at him, trying for seduction in his tone again, “I like you making a mess of me, though.”
Yu smiled, leaning in to press their lips together in understanding, “don’t worry, I always take responsibility for my messes.”
Yosuke wasn’t at all surprised that Yu was far better at provocation in comparison to him, flirtation seemingly second nature to Yu, but he’s the one that got to lounge spinelessly against the classroom desk for another moment as Yu wiped him clean with a pocket handkerchief, so he wasn’t about to complain. It’s still sticky and unpleasant when Yosuke pulled his trousers up, but it’s certainly an improvement. He helped Yu clean up the drying cum from the table, muttering a silent apology in his mind to Chie and the poor kid that sat there.
“Maybe we should break one of the legs so they’ll get a new desk,” Yosuke mused as he watched Yu put away the cleaning supplies that he had borrowed from the classroom closet, “that would be an improvement, right?”
“Wouldn’t the school ask how the desk broke?” Yu said, straightening his clothes, “what if the kid thought they were being bullied?”
“Yeah, but cum?” Yosuke sniffed, “if someone left cum on my desk, I would think that’s bullying. Look, I’ve thought about this before, we could pass it off as wear and tear. The furniture here is ancient anyway.”
“Is that something you think about along with your fantasies?” Yu laughed, brushing Yosuke’s hair so it settled into some semblance of order, “the clean up after?”
Yosuke opened his mouth to retort, but shut it again promptly because of course his partner had figured him out, “it’s occupational hazard, okay? And just because I think about public sex doesn’t mean I want to inconvenience someone else.”
“I know,” Yu said, his voice brimming with fondness, “that’s just the kind of person you are.”
Yosuke made a feeble noise in protest, but it wasn’t an unhappy sound.
“If it helps, I’ve made sure to clean it down properly thrice,” Yu added, rubbing his thumb over Yosuke’s cheek in consolation, “as a reward, humour me for a moment?”
“Huh?” Yosuke blinked, already nodding, “Oh sure - hey, wait!”
Whatever he had been expecting Yu’s request to be, it wasn’t Yu scooping him up in his arms. It’s embarrassing, even though they had been doing even more mortifying things in the last half hour — Yosuke tried to tell himself that Yu had just been railing him against a classroom desk, but all it did was deepen the rapid heat spreading across his face, a reminder that despite their similar height, Yu was a fair bit stronger than him.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Yu said, looking so unreasonably happy about it that Yosuke couldn’t bring himself to tell Yu off, “pick you up, that is.”
“Why, because I’m so scrawny?” Yosuke huffed, even as he looped his arms around Yu’s neck for support anyway. This wasn’t a fantasy he had, but he didn’t mind playing along.
“Because you’re so cute,” Yu said, pressing another kiss to Yosuke’s forehead, “also, I might have imagined saving you during a school fire as an excuse to get close to you, even though I know you’re a much faster sprinter than me.”
It’s kind of endearing, Yosuke thought, to learn that Yu also imagined silly things like that. “I don’t know, partner, you’re pretty adorable yourself.”
“Please,” Yu shook his head, but Yosuke could see the faint blush on him with this proximity. It wasn’t a bad view at all, so Yosuke didn’t budge even as Yu carried him out of the classroom, making their way down the corridor and towards the bathroom.
“You are,” Yosuke teased with a wink, “I’ve always known you had a cute side.”
“Hmm, is that why you wanted to, what was it, make me blush and gasp under you?”
“Maybe,” Yosuke’s fingers brushed against the nape of Yu’s neck, “yes.”
They passed the main stairwell, and Yosuke was glad they hadn’t run into anyone yet.
“In case you were wondering, I did think about having sex with you a lot in this school too. There isn’t a place where I haven’t thought about fucking you, or being fucked by you.” Yu admitted, looking devastatingly charming even with the filthy words leaving his mouth. It’s something that Yosuke was still learning to adapt to; for now, he blamed the weakness in his body from the post-orgasm climax instead of the shot Yu had unknowingly made at his heart, and when he huffed in futile retort, Yu only laughed, “no, really! I did!”
“Even in the music room?”
“The instrument closet is a tight fit, and I wondered how you might react if we were both locked inside.”
“Hmm,” Yosuke considered it, “maybe you should have. What about the gym?”
“I thought about your sit-and-reach attempt during the spring term just a little too much.”
“Pervert*,*” Yosuke laughed, “I imagined blowing you in the showers.”
“I’m amenable to that,” Yu said, pushing open the door to the washroom, “want to do it now?”
“This isn’t the gym showers,” Yosuke paused, wrinkling his nose a little. The familiar, chemical smell of strong antiseptic lingered in the air, so Yosuke knew in theory that the toilets were probably clean, but, “er, you’re not planning on having sex in here, are you?”
“… no?” Yu smiled sweetly, but Yosuke recognised that look.
“Partner, that’s disgusting!”
“How is it more disgusting than doing it in the showers?”
“Because you can clean up in the showers,” Yosuke explained impatiently, but he didn’t protest, even as Yu locked the door behind him. It’s not as if Yosuke wasn’t feeling a little hard at the thought of Yu having such sexual thoughts about him, after all, their entire conversation on the way here leaving him feeling a little interested again.
“Water isn’t good lubrication, Yosuke. Porn isn’t meant to be reference, you know?” Yu laughed as Yosuke smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
“You jerk! You know that I don’t watch any of that anymore,” Yosuke buried his face in Yu’s neck to hide his growing embarrassment, “not with, you know, you around…”
Yu knew that, Yosuke was sure.
“I satisfy you that well, huh?” Yu chuckled, his laughter a gentle rumble that reverberated pleasantly against Yosuke, “you make me happy too, Yosuke.”
“I sure hope so,” Yosuke mumbled, cheeks red, “so? Tell me your dirty toilet fantasy, you degenerate.”
“Hmm, maybe I won’t,” Yu shifted, setting Yosuke on the washroom counter and pressing their lips together briefly, “not if you’re going to call me names.”
“What? No, partner, you can’t just leave me hanging,” Yosuke complained, pulling Yu’s hand towards his already stirred cock, “look at what you’ve done to me - didn’t you just say that you always take responsibility for your own mess?”
“You’re right,” Yu said with a solemnity wholly incompatible with the fact that they were just talking about fucking in the school toilets, “I’ll just have to make you cum again, Yosuke.”
It’s in the way Yu said, it, Yosuke swore, that he felt his own body shiver again in want. Maybe there’s some kind of Pavlovian training going given that he’s practically hard on demand for Yu, but then again, Yosuke doubted anyone would blame him - Yu was just that attractive of a guy. It’s a nice perk now, that even without the arousing squeeze of Yu’s hand stroking Yosuke’s cock over his clothes to bring him to erection, Yosuke could now openly appreciate Yu, and he said as such.
“I feel like we should be a bit more sensible about this,” Yosuke said, leaning eagerly into Yu’s touch, his hands fisted in Yu’s clothes to pull him closer, “but it just feels like I’m making up for lost time.”
“Yeah,” Yu said empathically, his thumb rubbing teasingly over the tip of Yosuke’s cock, “feeling regrets?”
“Not a chance,” Yosuke shook his head, undoing his trousers again for the second time in an hour so he feel the heat of Yu’s skin on his erection more properly, “I’m glad I confessed to you when I did. If I did it when we were in high school, I might have fucked up our relationship before the year was over. And don’t say I won’t - you’re just biased!”
“Maybe,” Yu smiled, leaning down slightly to kiss the glistening tip, swirling his tongue over it briefly and just enough for the anticipation to build inside Yosuke, “I’m glad we’re here now, though.”
“Mm, even if now is screwing me in our high school toilet?”
“Especially if it means screwing you in our high school toilet,” Yu agreed, and Yosuke’s ears burned so hot that he barely registered Yu pulling Yosuke’s shirt over his head, “take off your trousers, too.”
“Yes sir,” Yosuke said mockingly, but he did as he was told, feeling vulnerable as he clumsily pulled his trousers and boxers off and over his sneakers. Yu had folded Yosuke’s shirt up so it hung neatly over the edge of the sink, and the rest of Yosuke’s clothes followed, even though Yu himself remained fully dressed, “not joining me, partner? Is having me strip me down in the toilet all part of your fantasy?”
“A little,” Yu said, picking Yosuke up again in his arms. This time, Yosuke wrapped his legs around Yu’s waist. The soft, still damp fabric of Yu’s clothes brushed tantalisingly against Yosuke’s bare skin, and he shivered from exhilaration and the cool air in equal parts, “I imagined fucking you in a locked toilet stall during break, muffling your moans with my mouth so we wouldn’t be caught. I wanted to see your body in the privacy of a stall, because I didn’t want you to be bare for anyone else. This is better, though - you don’t need to be quiet, and I always love hearing you moan.”
Yosuke groaned, the singular attention of Yu’s desire driving him wild with hazy arousal, and he squirmed in Yu’s hold so their dicks brushed against each other, desperate and wanting and insufficient, “fuck, partner, just - fuck me now, please.”
“As you wish, Yosuke.” Yu murmured, voice thick with lust, and he hoisted Yosuke up enough to push his cock into Yosuke, the remnants of cool cum mixing in with new hot pre-cum easing the slide in. Yosuke tightened urgently around him, gasping aloud as he arched into Yu, whimpering from the ache of the thick weight filling him.
“Partner,” Yosuke whined headily, his arms and legs curling around Yu to draw the two of them even closer, “Yu.”
Yosuke was rapidly beginning to understand the allure of this — it’s the same thrill as fucking in their old classroom, with the danger of being caught hanging over them making his cock ever harder — but now Yosuke was practically naked as well, a fact that made itself salient to him with every gentle brush of wind, with every graze of his skin against the toilet door and against Yu’s clothes. It’s exciting and reckless in a different way, a similar yet distinct sort of helplessness as Yu bounced Yosuke on his cock, pushing in seemingly deeper, seemingly harder, reaching his prostate with greater ease. Each press brought out a throatier moan from his lips, and the more Yu coaxed it out of him, the louder Yosuke was, eager to perform for Yu so that he could better feel Yu’s arousal from each sound in the twitching cock digging inside of him, of Yu’s fingers digging deeper into flesh as Yu kept Yosuke spread open to take in more of his cock.
“More,” Yosuke choked on the words to pointlessly goad Yu on faster even though he already felt so filled up that Yosuke thought he might burst. The electric pleasure under his skin felt more intense than it had before, burning out his every nerve as it danced along his veins, “please, Yu!”
“You’re so beautiful, Yosuke,” Yu’s breath was hot against Yosuke’s skin as he nibbled and bit and sucked in between heated whispers that burned Yosuke through, “can you see yourself in the mirror? Can you see how wonderful and delicious you are? Do you understand me when I say I want you all for myself?”
Yosuke didn’t see the same appeal that Yu saw - the sight of himself debauched like this was embarrassing, with flushed cheeks and swollen lips and heavy lidded eyes, his limbs wrapped tightly around Yu’s body and holding on for dear life, fingers digging into Yu’s hair as he’s fucked by his partner against the cold, plastic door partition. He ought to feel shame, Yosuke thought, his own erection rubbing desperately against the soft knit of Yu’s shirt and his own skin in mind-numbing stimulation, but instead, he’s giddy with pride and aroused elation as Yu lost himself in lust because of him - the knowledge that Yosuke alone could draw out this side of his partner and that he alone bore witness to it. The gratification was dizzying; Yosuke wanted Yu to keep looking at him like this, to fuck only him and think only of him like this.
“I’m yours, Yu,” Yosuke gasped out, drunk on the pulsing pleasure that Yu pushed into him with each steady thrust, “I’m all yours.”
Forever, always, Yosuke wanted to declare, to make it known to Yu how much his partner had him, but each sound from his lips by this point was warped, slurred into incoherent moaning as his mind blanked again, the euphoria in him climbing to a crest. He loved Yu - loved how they seemed to fit so perfectly around each other like each curvature and nook was meant to accommodate one another precisely, he loved how they existed in such perfect synchrony, how Yu understood him in the way he understood Yu. There was no one else that could make him feel like this, seen and wanted and loved, and his intentions die on his tongue no matter how hard he tried to express them, but Yosuke knew it was fine. They never needed words before and they didn’t need it now, not with the way Yu tensed against him as his own muscles tightened, not with the way they came together, the both of them crying out without restraint as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body, bright and intense and demanding of Yosuke’s every sense. Yosuke felt his own hot cum splutter out between their chests, felt Yu pump equally hot cum into him in slow, steady jolts, and his body jerked from each heated sensation as they rode out their climax, his orgasm drawing and pulling from him until he was completely wrung of arousal.
The affection in Yu’s eyes burned overtly and blatantly now as he smiled dopily, “and I’m all yours too, Yosuke. I love you.”
They didn’t need words, but it was nice to hear them anyway.
“I love you too, Yu,” Yosuke said, and in lieu of saying it a thousand times he pressed a kiss to his partner’s lips, and another, and a dozen more, each one gentle and honeyed until they finally pulled apart, Yosuke’s heart overfull with love as Yu knocked their foreheads together, breathless.
It’s a sweet sight, but Yu’s cock was still buried deep in him, and when it became clear that Yu was making no movement to pull out, Yosuke had to stifle a laugh.
They really understood each other, after all.
“So, Yu,” Yosuke asked, dazed and satisfied, but ultimately insatiable when it came to his partner, “any other clever ideas?”