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Boyfriend.
A boyfriend.
Yosuke has one.
Yosuke has one, and it’s a concept he’s still getting used to. He’s been bouncing the word around his thoughts and whispering it under his breath to test the mouthfeel and, so far, it’s fine. The sky hasn’t come crashing, the Earth hasn’t stopped spinning, nor has a chasm opened up and swallowed him whole.
Nothing terrible has happened at all and it’s more than fine – it’s fantastic.
Especially when said boyfriend is also his partner, best friend, the most popular dude in town, and – Yosuke jumps to his feet with a grin – knocking at his front door.
“Hey there, partner,” Yosuke says, swinging the door wide in greeting.
As expected, Yu stands on the other side of it, clad in his most casual – a white, short-sleeved polo top, dark slacks, and an affectionate smile that Yosuke’s sure is just for him.
“Hey.”
*
“Now that I think about it, it’s rare we get to hang out in your room these days,” says Yu offhandedly. The observation comes shortly after he makes himself at home, sitting down cross-legged on Yosuke’s futon. Yosuke wastes no time plopping down right beside him, bumping their shoulders together along the way.
“Yeah, I know, right? Between my parents and Teddie, I have no privacy anymore,” Yosuke replies, rolling his eyes in mild annoyance. He leans back on his hands, letting his gaze settle on his boyfriend. “But that’s why I wanted to try something later, maybe?”
Yu spends a moment looking over the familiarly racy Idol posters plastered across Yosuke’s walls and closet before meeting his brown eyes curiously. “Something like what?”
Yosuke grins, hopping right back up to move towards his closet. Since what he’s aiming for is right up front, it only takes a second to bring it out, prop it against the closet door, and present it to Yu.
It being a full-length mirror.
Yu looks between Yosuke and his reflection, then at the reflection of them both once Yosuke returns to his side. As Yosuke throws an arm around his shoulder and presses close, thigh to thigh, he can’t help but smile.
They look good together.
He can’t help but shiver, either, as Yosuke’s breath begins to puff warmly over his ear.
“Even though we’ve done it a bunch now, you’ve only let me see your face once, you know that?” Yosuke says, meeting Yu’s eyes in the mirror. His voice then drops in pitch to something low and intimate. “So what I want is to see you the entire time, partner. Right up until the moment I make you come.”
“You want to have sex in front of a mirror,” Yu clarifies, feeling a spark of arousal just from Yosuke’s tone. Yosuke has gotten so good at pushing all of his buttons; if he didn’t absolutely love it, he’d be absolutely mortified by it.
Yosuke kisses his earlobe sweetly. “Yeah, later. What do you think?”
What does he think?
Already, Yu feels a flush coloring his cheeks. Already, he’s at half-mast. Already, he’s acutely aware of the warmth radiating from Yosuke, seeping into his skin where they touch as if clothing isn’t a barrier at all.
Yu wets his lips with the tip of his tongue before answering. “Does it have to be later?”
“Oh?” Yosuke smiles slowly; mischievously. He readjusts his position so that he’s partially behind Yu and able to watch the mirror over his shoulder. Now his lips brush the shell of Yu’s ear with every word. “Does that mean someone’s excited?”
Shivering again, Yu averts his gaze. He rubs his palms, sweaty and prickling with budding desire, over his thighs. “Maybe a little.”
“Just a little, huh? You sure about that?” Yosuke teases, reaching around to palm Yu’s crotch. As he expected, Yu’s fully hard, and just a slight squeeze from him makes the other boy groan. “What’s this then?”
“It’s n-noth–” Yu starts, only to have whatever else he planned to say derailed by another squeeze. Cock twitching, inhaling sharply, he reflexively covers Yosuke’s hand with his own. His other hand grips the fabric of his slacks tightly.
Yosuke kisses Yu’s earlobe again and guides him, with a gentle touch to his cheek, to look in the mirror again. “Come on, partner, be a good boy and tell me the truth. You can’t wait for me to be inside you again.”
“Mm…!”
Yu brings his knees together abruptly and moans, shuddering deeply. Without fail, just those two words from his boyfriend – goodboygoodboygoodboy – are enough to make his cock achy and drippy with precome. Just those two words are enough to leave him flushed and gasping, weak with desire.
And Yosuke knows it.
They both know it.
“Yosuke, don’t,” Yu complains, squirming against the hand cupping his dick. In the mirror, he can see his blush darkening in real-time. “Don’t tease me…”
But his actions belie his words because his legs part again to let Yosuke keep touching and he turns his head to the side, offering his mouth for kisses. At this angle, though, their lips don’t align perfectly and they can’t get too deep or messy; it only makes Yu want more, sooner.
Shifting without warning, Yu pushes Yosuke onto his back to clamber atop him for a proper kiss. Yu tangles his fingers in Yosuke’s hair and licks into his mouth, urgent and demanding; Yosuke’s yelp of surprise rapidly melts into a satisfied hum of pleasure.
“God, Yu,” Yosuke groans between kisses, pulling at Yu’s shirt until it’s no longer tucked in and he can hike it up to get his hands on bare skin. His hands roam Yu’s sides and lower back, touching everywhere he can simply because he can; because he wants to. “I love how horny you get, you’re amazing.”
Yu shudders again, breaking away from their kiss to bury his face in the curve of Yosuke’s neck. He does it not only to lap and suck at the exposed skin there, but to walk himself back from a premature peak.
“Nuh uh,” Yosuke chides gently, even as the damp warmth of Yu’s tongue against his neck makes him tingle down to his toes. He tugs on Yu’s hair to bring his blushed face back into view; to bring his plump, pink lips back into kissing range. Then, he smiles. “There we go. No hiding, remember?”
“But–”
Yosuke tugs again, more firmly this time, to crash land their mouths together, dissolving Yu’s protest like sugar.
Yu was going to say that he wasn’t hiding; that he was just too close; that he just needed five seconds to calm the throbbing in his groin.
He was going to say something.
He was.
Instead, Yu finds himself melting against Yosuke, yielding to the hold on his hair and kisses that drain the air from his lungs. Instead, he finds himself dazed and breathless and flipped flat on his back, pinned underneath Yosuke’s weight.
“You’re too easy, partner,” Yosuke says, sitting back just to stare down at Yu smugly. He couldn’t stop himself from smirking if he tried. “Way too easy. Bet you’re already soaking through your boxers.”
To bolster his point, Yosuke grinds down on Yu – but only once, and only so Yu can feel his own wetness smearing embarrassingly over the head of his dick. It sends a thrill through Yu like a feedback loop and he moans – Yosuke, oh – as his hips cant upward to chase a pulse of pleasure.
He isn’t soaked through exactly like Yosuke says, but it’s a close, sure thing, because the hornier he gets, the wetter he gets, and Yosuke’s figured that out too. Yosuke’s figured out so many things about him, things Yu himself didn’t know yet, and he’s become relentless in his quest to discover more. He’s become dedicated to leaving Yu a quivering mess every chance he gets, encouraged, emboldened, by Yu’s own insatiability.
Because Yu is easy, craving Yosuke in a way that he can’t explain ever since that first imperfect, electric kiss they shared. Ever since he came from nothing but Yosuke’s cock down his throat and a few nice words.
Especially since then.
Letting Yosuke push his polo up further, up to his armpits, Yu then takes over the rest of the way himself. Yet he only gets as far as pulling the fabric over his head before Yosuke takes advantage of the position, trapping his arms with one hand and thumbing over a nipple roughly with the other.
He twists and writhes beneath Yosuke as the resulting wave of desire, fiery and brand new and wholly unexpected, pulls a choked gasp out of him. It’s followed immediately by, “Oh my god, do that again.”
“Yeah, knew you’d be into it,” Yosuke says, his every word saturated with lust and satisfaction. He licks his lips – so dry, fuck – before he flicks Yu’s nipple again; the lewd sound Yu makes in response is instantly addicting, scratching an itch and spawning a hunger inside of Yosuke all at once.
He wants to hear it again.
He wants to hear it again, and he’s perfectly positioned – not only to make it happen, but to watch Yu as he does so. He strokes over Yu’s nipple until it’s stiff and perky beneath his fingers; until he can see Yu’s fingers grasping at empty air, twitching with pleasure; until desperation enters Yu’s voice and he begins begging, shamelessly,
“I can’t– ah– wait anymore, Yosuke, please. Please fuck me. Please, please, please fuck me.”
Pure passion has Yu breathing heavily, gazing up at his partner tenderly with wide, glassy eyes and soft, parted lips.
He’s positively gorgeous – and it’s that hazy expression, combined with the knowledge that he’s the reason Yu’s aching with need and the delayed understanding that Yu hasn’t fought the binding of his arms at all, that fractures Yosuke’s composure most.
Still, a fracture is just that.
And Yosuke has a hunch.
Certain that Yu will stay just as he is, without even being told, Yosuke lets go and quickly shifts back to straddling him. The change puts Yosuke’s ass firmly on top of Yu’s dick, earning him a groan that tapers into another breathy call of his name.
“Yosuke, come on, please,” Yu tries again, thrusting up against Yosuke’s ass, against the weight of him, in a bid for friction. He gets a little zip of pleasure from it but it’s far from enough, and barely scratches the surface of his cravings. “I want you, I want you inside me.”
The husky timbre of Yu’s voice isn’t lost on Yosuke. Yu’s appealing to his ego outright, doing his damnedest to be tempting – and he is. He is so tempting. The way lust loosens his tongue, making him unafraid to ask for what he desires, winds Yosuke up like clockwork.
So of course it leaves Yosuke wanting to skip ahead; nothing feels quite as incredible as Yu does when he’s hot and slick and squeezing tight around his cock.
But he isn’t going to let himself be swayed this time.
Not just yet.
“Hmm? What’s that, partner?” Yosuke replies provocatively, once again adopting a playful smirk. His hands hover over Yu’s chest, now poised to flick both nipples. “You said you want me to play with these a little more?”
Yosuke drags his fingers over his nipples again then, giving his partner no time to respond with anything other than a shuddery moan and buck of his hips. The little nubs harden under his touch, faster than before, so Yosuke takes that for the encouragement it is and gleefully tugs on them next.
Yet the intensity of Yu’s reaction blindsides him. Like a vacuum, the way Yu writhes beneath him suddenly, screwing his eyes shut and pressing his face into his arm, sucks the air straight from his lungs. Somehow, through the fierce breathlessness and flare of red-hot arousal, Yosuke manages to say gently,
“Come on, Yu, eyes on me. Let me see you.”
Although he doesn’t make it easy for Yu to comply, because while Yosuke stops tugging, he doesn’t stop touching. Even feather-light circles over Yu’s nipples coax shivers and sounds out of him, sounds that are just as alluring and erotic.
When Yu finally gazes up at Yosuke again, struggling against his natural tendencies, it’s with a wildfire kind of heat – contagious and all-consuming in its potency. But it isn’t that look, this time, that gives Yosuke a dizzying rush of power.
No, it’s the neat, angry red imprint of teeth in the meat of Yu’s arm that he notices right after. It tells him exactly how hard Yu’s been fighting to stay in some sort of control of himself. It tells him–
“Fuck, you love this, don’t you? You don’t want me to stop.”
“Yes, yes, god, Yosuke, yes.” Yu tosses his head back, helplessly arching into Yosuke’s touch.
Each tweak, pinch, and pull triggers a shot of ecstasy so sharp the ache echoes throughout his groin – but he still wants more. His nipples are starting to feel hot and tender from the rough attention – but he still needs more.
There’s a hollowness inside of him now, a pit of yearning that seems endless, and it’s getting harder and harder for Yu to care about anything but filling it. Having it filled. Being so full that every breath taken reminds him of it; that he’s barely able to think past the feeling of completeness.
From that thought springs a renewed sense of urgency, of fervor, that prompts him to plead again, brokenly and between gasps,
“I can’t– I need– Yosuke, Yosuke, please. Please, I want you, I want you so bad, I–”
Yosuke cuts him off mid-sentence with a kiss. It’s a slower press and slide of lips and tongue this time; the kind of kiss that brings Yu back from the brink of boiling over but leaves him trembling and lustful all the same.
“Alright, alright, partner, I got you. No more teasing,” Yosuke murmurs reassuringly after he pulls away, watching Yu with a flushed, hungry expression of his own. He pushes Yu’s sweaty bangs aside and, briefly closing his eyes, exhales; the fluttering in his chest is as strong as the pulsing in his cock. “You have no idea how hot it is seeing you like this, though, how much I wanna just– hell, I don’t know–”
“Fuck me?” Yu supplies helpfully, coupling the words with a quick, coy smile.
Yosuke laughs a little and rolls off to Yu’s side. Then, guiding Yu to sit up and finish shedding his shirt, he says, “Yeah, of course, but… more than that too.”
“More than that,” Yu repeats softly; curiously. The expectation of elaboration remains unsaid, but it’s obvious from his tone that he’s waiting for Yosuke to continue.
However, unsure of what he himself really meant, Yosuke sidesteps the rest of the topic by changing it altogether. While pulling his own top off, he says,
“So you got pretty close just now, didn’t you?”
“Mmm… yeah, I did,” comes Yu’s measured answer, honest despite how the question leaves his cheeks prickling with embarrassment and warmth.
Yosuke’s gaze wanders to Yu’s nipples; the desire to touch him there again is strong. He slides his pants off next. “Thought so.”
In truth, Yu had rocketed to the edge and fallen back more than once in the few minutes Yosuke spent toying with him. A little extra pressure on his dick would’ve surely finished him, and proof of that becomes abundantly clear as Yu begins peeling his own pants off.
His underwear, predictably and filthily slick with precome, clings to him. The damp patch is obvious and unmistakable, and as he steps out of them, thin, sticky, clear strands stretch and snap obscenely.
Knowing that he’s made such a mess of them; that there’s zero chance he’s wearing them home later, heightens Yu’s sense of arousal, making him shiver and throb and flush hotter. They’ve hardly gotten started, yet more wetness pearls at the slit of his cock, ready to drip.
The entire display prompts Yosuke, now nude himself, to crowd into Yu’s personal space and press their bodies together.
That simple contact makes him throb too.
And when Yosuke’s tongue flicks over his earlobe before he nips it gently; when Yosuke’s breath tickles him; when Yosuke lowers his voice to whisper,
“Are you gonna be good and get on your knees for me?”
Yu’s frayed control over himself evaporates entirely. Loud and embarrassing, a whimper of his partner’s name bubbles up before he can stop it, and he drops to his knees gracelessly. His reddened nipples stiffen once again and his cock pulses, leaking precome on his thighs.
Just like that, he’s ready.
The look on Yu’s face – heavy-lidded, open-mouthed adoration – spurs Yosuke into recklessly tackling him to the futon. Yu lands hard on his back, almost banging his head against the floor along the way, but none of it registers in his mind past Yosuke.
Yosuke, who mashes their mouths together to suck on his tongue indulgently.
Yosuke, who slips both hands into his hair to hold him steady for it.
Yosuke, who gives him no choice but to surrender and allow himself to be ravished until his lungs burn and saliva trickles down the corners of his mouth.
They’re both left savagely gulping down air after they part; Yu, loopy from the lack of it, smiles shakily. Then he sticks out his tongue, beckoning, begging Yosuke to do it all over again.
Breathing is overrated anyway.
*
As much as Yu wants what he wants (his partner, deep inside), when he wants it (now), he knows they need to go slower to get there properly.
He knows there’s a higher agenda too, this time.
So he manages to rein himself in enough to face his reflection and go along with Yosuke’s deliberate positioning of his body: on his elbows and knees, with his head up and eyes forward.
While Yosuke digs for lube (how deep did he need to hide it?), Yu stares at himself with fascination. Typically, he gives little thought to his appearance, only spending a few minutes each morning making sure his hair isn’t sticking up wildly – it’s just his good luck to have poise effortlessly.
There is no poise now.
The veil has lifted on Yu’s cool, calm, and collected facade, and all that’s visible is the slutty, wanton wreck he becomes in Yosuke’s presence. Mirrored back to him is an uneven flush that travels up to his ears and back down to his shoulders; Yu realizes that he didn’t know his lips could be so deeply pink. He sees the top of his ass and part of his cock, hanging thick and ruddy between his legs, and discovers an acute feeling of exposure and excitement both.
Whether directly or through his reflection, there’s no part of him Yosuke won’t be able to see.
Then, when Yosuke comes into view behind him, Yu’s treated to a full look at him from the waist up – the smooth, flat planes of his chest and belly; the defined slope of his neck and shoulders; and his lips, similarly kissed to an alluring rosiness. His final stop lets him catch Yosuke’s eye, which earns him a flirty wink and a smile from Yosuke in return.
It flusters him, albeit in a pleasant way, as if he’s never been the target of such a look from Yosuke before.
(Yu thinks he’s starting to understand the mirror’s appeal.)
Moments later, one of Yosuke’s hands settles on Yu’s hip and the other one he uses to briefly dangle a familiar bottle above him.
“Ready?”
Yu nods, failing to suppress a shiver of anticipation when he also hears the click of the plastic top. He has to swallow and wet his lips before speaking. “Go ahead.”
Well-acquainted now with Yosuke’s fingers, with their length, strength, and width, Yu watches as Yosuke liberally coats them with lube. His breath speeds up and his entire body tingles with the awareness that a blissful, addictive touch is coming soon.
Obscenely, and probably unnecessarily, Yosuke pours enough lube that it drips through his fingers and onto Yu’s ass in fat droplets, easily sliding down his crack to his balls. Yu sees it coming, yet the cool slickness makes him flinch and sigh nonetheless.
At least it’s heating up quickly.
Yosuke sets the bottle aside and then grips Yu’s ass with his dry hand, spreading his cheeks with his thumb to expose Yu’s hole completely. He rests his fingers, warm and slippery, against the pink, puckered flesh, pulling another jittery sigh from Yu.
“Yosuke…”
The yearning in Yu’s voice is like kindling and stokes the fire inside of Yosuke to a roar, rendering him as breathless as he would be in a room full of smoke. His tongue feels heavy and clumsy behind it, and he stumbles a bit when he next speaks.
“I’m gonna– gonna start, Yu, okay? Let me know if it hurts.”
“Mmh.”
Yu’s hum of affirmation quickly fades into a long exhale as the first of Yosuke’s fingers pushes into him. The lube creates a delightful, smooth slide up to the second knuckle, with hardly any friction at all. It helps Yosuke find Yu’s prostate with stupefying speed and precision, and makes it sinfully easy for Yosuke to curve his finger and press his fingertip firmly to that soft, sweet spot.
An earthquake would’ve shaken Yu less.
Pleasure skips up Yu’s spine and he cries out wordlessly – hnn…! – immediately and instinctively rocking back against Yosuke’s hand. His cock twitches and drips as if Yosuke were stroking it directly but the resulting euphoria, the coiling heat, reaches up from somewhere much, much deeper.
And normally, by now, Yu would have buried his hot, blushing face into his arms to cover up his eager panting. By now, he would’ve bitten his pillow, his lip, or the back of his hand to muffle his moans.
But not this time.
Not with the core of Yosuke’s request – wanna see you – urging him to keep his head up despite a wave of feeling already good enough to make his thighs quiver.
Not when it’s sitting at the back of Yu’s mind like a persistent, yet pleasurable itch that’s slightly out of reach, and can only be soothed if he obeys.
“God, partner, look at you,” Yosuke breathes, awestruck, as he wiggles a third finger into Yu. He twists them deep and pauses, just to watch Yu’s mouth fall open on his name again, and the resultant swell of power almost forces his knees to buckle. “You’re so goddamn hot, I can’t stand it. Fuck, you drive me crazy.”
Deeply dazed and buzzing all over, Yu’s eyes flicker open upon the loss of stimulation. He can’t remember when he closed them, or even how long they were closed for; only that there were sparks flashing in the inky darkness behind his eyelids and Yosuke was the one making them happen.
It takes a second for Yu to focus on the mirror ahead of him and not the oiled-up fingers perfectly plugging his ass. When he does, though, he finds himself meeting Yosuke’s gaze and trembling beneath it. There’s something potent in the way his partner is watching him – something that stirs up the feeling of being wanted and possessed and puts Yosuke, please back on his lips with ease.
“Hmm? Please what?” Yosuke replies, lightly teasing Yu once again, even though he said he wouldn’t. He can’t help himself, really; repeatedly driving Yu to the edge and unraveling every stitch of his carefully cultivated restraint – it feeds a visceral need Yosuke didn’t have until now.
At least, he thinks he didn’t.
Watching for Yu to open his mouth to answer, Yosuke chooses that moment to resume the work of loosening him up for his cock, curling his fingers deep and spreading them wide. He’s promptly rewarded with Yu’s muscles contracting tightly around his fingers, coupled with the most desperate sound he’s gotten out of his boyfriend yet.
“–hngh!? c-coming…!”
Scrabbling at the sheets beneath him, Yu rides Yosuke’s fingers through an unexpected orgasm that seems to go on and on and on, rippling through him and melting him like butter. He whines when Yosuke withdraws abruptly – he isn’t done. His dick is still hard and aching, freely dribbling clear and sticky on the futon; his hole is still twitching, clenching around nothing now; and there’s liquid sliding down his chin because – fuck, fuck – he’s been drooling.
So Yu has to swallow – swallow a whole damn mouthful of saliva – before he can say, “Please… please, put it in now, Yosuke.”
And he’s ready to add another please, add a don’t make me wait anymore, but to Yu’s relief – it surges through him as its own kind of tingly, body-wide pleasure – he doesn’t have to go that far. Yosuke’s already agreeing to grab a condom, in a rushed, husky tone.
“Skip it,” Yu says hastily, pushing up onto his hands to glance over his shoulder. He looks breathtakingly pornographic, covered in a sheen of sweat and coquettishly positioned as he is.
The realization hits Yosuke like a bag of bricks, stopping him in his tracks. For a moment, he feels brainless; absolutely paralyzed by his horniness. Reclaiming even a crumb of his previous discipline is going to be impossible, and it shows in his equally brainless response of,
“Huh?”
“Skip the condom,” Yu repeats. His patience is gone, burnt through like a candlewick lit from both ends. “I trust you.”
“I trust you too–” Yosuke starts, but Yu overrides him with a frustrated groan.
“–and I like it. I like it when you fill me up, Yosuke, please.”
Yosuke wipes a clammy hand over his face, exhaling loudly. It does nothing to calm the wild vibrations under his skin, a carnal reaction to Yu’s dissolved restraint. How many times has he begged Yosuke for his cock today alone? Now he’s begging for his come, too?
“Shit, Yu, you really know how to stroke a guy’s ego,” he puffs, laughing partially out of sheer amazement. Condom thusly forgotten, Yosuke settles on his haunches behind Yu and grabs him by the hips. “C’mere then.”
Yu doesn’t resist Yosuke’s bid to pull him close, nearly onto his lap, so the motion slides Yosuke’s cockhead right between his ass cheeks to nudge up against his slick, stretched hole. It’s only the smallest of breaches, but Yu’s breath hitches and he stills all the same.
“Go on, take it,” Yosuke encourages heatedly, hands gliding up to Yu’s waist. They’re both so keyed up, he can’t tell where Yu’s shivers begin and his own end. “You want it, don’t you, partner?”
“Yes,” Yu sighs dreamily, dragging the single syllable into breathless silence as he begins sinking. His hands curl into fists against his thighs and his head lolls back onto Yosuke’s shoulder. He stares at the ceiling, at nothing, as he slowly, slowly swallows up the length of Yosuke’s dick.
And with Yosuke’s voice in his ear, successfully sending more warm tremors down his spine, it’s just like Yu was promised – Yosuke is the only thing he can focus on.
“Hah, yeah, there you go,” Yosuke whispers, tightening his grip on Yu’s waist. “You’re being so good for me… taking my cock, letting me fuck you like this, in front of a mirror. God, you’re unbelievable, Yu, you know that?
Just wanna keep you on my dick all the time, fuck you ‘til you can’t think straight. You’d let me do it, wouldn’t you? You’d let me do whatever I wanted.”
Allowing gravity to take hold, Yu bottoms out on Yosuke’s cock as he’s stressing those last words. He’s finally full, deliriously stretched to capacity, and all he has the bandwidth to answer with is,
“Mm-mhm…”
because he already can’t think straight. He’s already letting Yosuke do whatever he wants. And what Yosuke wants next – what Yosuke does next, taking Yu’s nipples between his fingers again – makes Yu curse and writhe in his lap and claw at his thighs, raising red welts where his nails drag.
The feeling, sharp and intense at first, forces his hips into moving like a tether, sliding up when Yosuke pinch-pulls them and dropping down when he eases up and twists instead. His cock slaps against his belly, over and over, and it’s as if he’s melting down, burning up, somehow climaxing all over again, yet it’s incomplete– it’s still–
“Fuck, I’m close, fuck,” Yosuke rasps, grunting every time Yu slams down on his cock to get him as deep as possible. Determined to make Yu peak first, to see him shaking down to his foundation, he pinches Yu’s nipples, hard, and holds nothing back.
“You’re such a good boy, Yu, aren’t you? Don’t you wanna be good for me and come on my cock? Come on my cock just like you did my fingers? Show me how good it feels to be filled up by me, partner, how much you love–”
“Yosuke, I’m–! I’m–!” Yu wails, cutting Yosuke off as he bounces on his lap with utter, ecstatic abandon. “–coming, haa, coming, coming, coming–”
It’s exactly the overdose Yosuke intends for it to be and it’s so good, so incredible – wave after wave after drowning wave of bliss keeps him arrested, sobbing loud enough for his voice to ricochet around the room. Loud enough to be heard in every corner of the Hanamura household.
But not so loud that Yu doesn’t hear Yosuke moaning his name helplessly, desperately, in return. And it’s that – the irresistibly erotic sound of Yosuke’s composure cracking; the flood of liquid warmth as Yosuke comes inside of him; the strength of Yosuke’s final thrust that hits him at an almost painful depth – that quiets him to soft hiccups and compels him to close his eyes in exhausted satisfaction.
*
“Partner? Partner! Holy shit, dude, you have got to stop passing out on me!”
“Mmm…?”
Yu’s world comes back into focus on a delay, in snippets and pieces of Yosuke.
Yosuke, pulling him upright and into a sweaty embrace; god, his ass hurts.
Yosuke, pushing something cold and wet and sweet against his lips; his throat hurts, too.
Yosuke, helping the last of his confusion dissipate with the sweet gesture of wiping his tear-stained cheeks.
*
Later, with Yu between his legs, reclining heavily against him, Yosuke finds himself curious about something. He pauses the movie they chose, something action-y and filmed on a shoestring budget, to ask.
“Hey, Yu?”
“Hmm?” Yu cranes his head to look up at Yosuke, handing over his undivided attention. An inviting sex flush still clings to his cheeks. “What is it?”
“I was just wondering if I was… was I too rough? Today, I mean. ‘Cause, um, you… you kinda passed out on my dick for a bit there, you know?”
The question prompts Yu to push away from him, but only enough to face him head-on – with an expression so shy and embarrassed that it veers straight into cuteness and sets Yosuke’s heart aflutter despite his concern.
“Yes,” Yu says.
Yosuke’s stomach drops.
“But also, no.”
Yosuke blinks, and his stomach climbs back to where it belongs. “What?”
“I’m sore, yes, but…,” Yu stops to lick his lips before explaining further. He begins fidgeting in a tell-tale way. “You can be even rougher next time. If you want.”
“Rougher?”
It comes out incredulous.
Yosuke can’t believe his ears and he can’t believe his freaking dick, either, as it’s started twitching with interest – like he didn’t just have a mind-numbingly intense orgasm.
Fuck.
At this rate, his dick really is going to fall off.