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We'll see about that.

[But he doesn't sound terribly serious about that sentiment, actually.

Yu's weirdly high luck stat may be at least partially to thank for how well he does in the games, but he approaches them with a pretty relaxed attitude, more friendly than fired up. It's hard not to feel that way with the whole festival, actually: with lanterns casting a rosy glow, the distant sounds of chatter and laughter...

Even when they've thoroughly experienced everything the festival has to offer, even when they find themselves back at the dojo gates, Yu feels like it's over too soon.]

All of your hard work really paid off. I had a great time.

(his laughter echoed in each booth they went, at times annoyed, at times scoffing - after all, he's not a great player, but it was all in the spirit of fun, he couldn't be truly mad at his losses, nor too glad about his wins. it was the company that made it all spectacular, after all.

the last of visitors are leaving, the remaining vendors putting their tents away, and in a matter of 10 minutes, this place will be as empty as it had been for the past months.

... and he doesn't want it to be.)

Not just mine, Shinjs really helped, but I had a great time, too... Do you really have to leave, though?

(it's more of a different question - can't you stay?)

[Do you really have to leave?

There's his way out, glowing in neon, the door left open. The escape route.

And Yu wonders -- when did it begin to seem less like an escape, and more a reluctance? Because he sees something reflected in this moment: the words he never said in the beach just before Mikey disappeared. Don't go.

He's been running ever since that moment. When does it stop?

Their fingers brush, still close from when their hands were clasped. He brings them together again, now, lacing fingers with the other teen and pulling him close in one move, close enough that he can press their lips together. The gesture is soft and tentative, but somehow he manages to turn off everything else: nervousness, fear, uncertainty. Because that's the answer, isn't it? Now. The running stops now.]

(he would understand if yu decided he has to go - he couldn't blame him even if he tried. perhaps, he'd be disappointed, sorrowful, if yu turned his back and walked through the doors of the dojo, but all in all, each person deals with their own grief, their own issues differently. manjiro feeling like things should be better doesn't mean yu feels the same, and it's always been his intention to let yu dictate their pace, their tone, if they'll ever be together again or otherwise.

that pause that the other gives makes him look down for a second there - maybe he shouldn't put yu in this position, to ask him to come home when saying 'no' might be the one thing that he wants to say.

and then, faster than he can open his mouth to tell him he shouldn't worry, his hand is taken, and so are his lips. he might as well melt just like that, the feeling of yu's lips against his so familiar, so needed, that it even surprises manjiro. how much he thought he missed this is nowhere near how he feels, his free hand moving to yu's chest as he allows the other to guide them through the kiss.)

[The feelings are all muddled -- all messed up in his head, because now that they're close, touching, all of the fear is gone. Yu is left to wonder...has he just been punishing himself? Punishing Mikey? He built up the distance between them as one bricks a wall, but how much of that was really necessary, and how much was just the storm of emotions he never thought to sort out?

It's not just this moment that's made him realize how much he missed Mikey. But the feeling rises sharply in his chest, now, as the other boy touches him there, as Yu's other hand comes to rest at the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair.

Don't look away, he had said so long ago to his friends, as each of them faced the worst parts of themselves. How hypocritical it feels, now, when it's taken him this long to face his own feelings.]

(the storm that had him so nervous is now resting, manjiro like a lake without a single disturbance. calm, letting the gentle breeze take him - said breeze being the dance of lips that he engages with yu right now. his hand on manjiro's neck might as well evidence just how he feels, with the goosebumps that just ran through his spine.

a sigh leaves him once he needs to breathe proper, but not before his teeth pull a little on the other's bottom lip, as to say he definitely doesn't want to let go. not again.)

You really do have an exhibitionist thing, huh? First the hot springs, now here?

(but there's no complaint. he'll gladly tip toe to press a kiss to yu's jaw, pulling him down a little to meet his lips. damn tall man.)

[Touches, feelings -- they're all so familiar that memories rush back into his mind. Late nights and teasing words; tension woven through with anger and grief; ups and downs and-- yes, even the distant, far-off feeling of hands around his throat. Somehow, he doesn't mind, right now. Somehow, all he's thinking about is more, as Mikey nips at his bottom lip, as he breaks the kiss to take a breath and then pulls him in for more.]

Hm, [the response is rather indulgent, a little teasing.] You got a problem with kissing outside?

[Yu easily allows himself to be pulled down like that, and he returns this second kiss deeply, hungrily. His arms find their way around Mikey with no trouble, as if they'd never been apart. As if it's the easiest thing in the world.

Do you really have to leave?

He has decided-- no, he doesn't, and he's been a fool to think otherwise when there's nowhere else he'd rather be.]

Edited (changed my mind on the icon bc of course i did) 2024-08-26 21:01 (UTC)

I've got absolutely no problems with doing many things outside.

(may yu catch the not-so-hidden meaning, considering he's making absolutely no effort into concealing it. it comes with a gentle laugh, one that couldn't express just how happy he is to be here, embraced by the arms he feels safe embraced in,and by the lust he can taste on yu's tongue.

there's only so much manjiro can take, from the fact that yu confirmed that he's not leaving with the kiss they first shared, to the way he's kissing him, an indulgent moan escaping him way too easily before he pulls on the other's yukata.)

... My room?

And yet I'm the one with a "thing," [is what he says, but his voice is dripping with affection that feels like it's been held back behind a wall, barricaded, shut away; and now that wall is gone and it's all still there, pouring out of him with abandon.

The moan pulls something out of him, some deep reserve of desire that washes away the few remaining thoughts of not going inside.

It's so devastatingly easy to agree, the sound a soft mhm against Mikey's lips as he moves in for another kiss. He allows himself to be tugged along, too, providing no resistance as they transition from outdoors to inside.]

(he hardly wants to even let yu speak, with just how eager he is to kiss, to explore - he's not the same person yu dated, after all. he's got a whole set of experiences, a different mindset, a burden that no longer weighs on his shoulders.

he's different, and here, it applies too. manjiro can't help the excitement that he feels, the feeling of relief once they make it to his room, close the curtains, and it's just the two of them again.

after so long. just the two of them. no walls, no hiding, it's... them. his smile aches his cheeks with how much it happens, bright, beaming, before he jumps so yu catches him, a kiss returning to their lips as he wraps his arms and legs around the other.)

Fuck, I miss you so much.

[It's a softer kiss, low and slow, the kind that makes you remember everything you've missed, every moment like it, every feeling tugging at your heart. And Yu loves it, the remembering, the relishing, returning the kiss with an intensity he's reluctant to let go of even to speak.

But he does, eventually -- he has to, if only to breathe, and when he does, he takes a moment to savor the aftermath, too. His hand finds the other boy's cheek, thumb gently grazing his lips. His expression is intense, probably more intense than he means for it to be, but there's a lot he's holding himself back from saying. Stupid thoughts of apologies and regrets, things he wishes he'd done sooner, and he bites them all back because they don't matter. They're the least important thing in the world right now.

I miss you. A sentiment they both feel, but even that isn't as important as the response,]

I'm here now.

[They both are.]

(thankfully, he's strong to keep himself comfortable and steady like this, legs wrapped around waist, an arm around shoulders, as the remaining hand draws idly on the other's scalp as a caress.

it feels very much like them. ups and downs, but eventually, they reach a place of peace, of love, where both can be without anything holding them back. with honesty in place, there is no need for hidden messages in kisses. it feels... free.)

And you're not leaving till tomorrow. You have a lot of catching up to do.

(a little bit of humor with his seruousness, to bring a smile to yu's lips.)

[A soft exhale, just shy of a laugh. Mikey is nothing if not honest; it's something he's always appreciated about him, really. For a moment, his hand remains at the other boy's cheek, a small, fond smile worked into his expression.]

There's nowhere I'd rather be.

[And then he draws Mikey in for another kiss, a little more hungry, insistent, pressing their bodies together to eliminate the space between.]

(what starts as 'a little hungry', manjiro gives back as 'starved'. his lips move with much more passion than any other shared kiss, the longing and the shift in manjiro's views of how he should be in these positions making it tell yu just how much he had been craving for him, his kiss, his skin, his embrace. it even makes manjiro's entire face warm, scarlet, before he has to pull away to breathe even if his lips refuse to leave yu's skin alone.

they travel from his jaw to ear, and he grins as he takes the lobe between his teeth.)

Two things, though. I'm planning to fuck you dry, but if you hide, I swear to God I'm edging you into insanity. Deal?

... Second thing, you better do that to me, too.

[Maybe it's the implication behind the words that sets him off most. If you hide. It's in his nature to do what he can to maintain his own composure: Hiding his face, biting back his voice -- it's instinct. Knowing that Mikey is set on seeing what's behind that...

It's the most incredible kind of overkill, really; lips on his jaw, teeth at his ear, a full-body shiver was already rippling through him and when Mikey whispers with that same lewd honesty, it pulls an indulgent groan from his throat. He can't really help himself, can't keep himself from crowding in more, pushing, until Mikey's back is against the wall and Yu is pulling in close.]

Deal, [is barely a murmur against the other teen's mouth, and part of it is a promise he's not sure he can keep, but the rest is just a given. Yu has no intention of going easy on him, maybe evident by the way he cards his fingers through dark hair and holds, keeping him there for another kiss, deep and urgent.]

(to be familiar and yet, a whole exciting new experience. with the words yu gives him, it means perhaps this time, he might really see what yu is really like. what he likes, what he wants, without being held back - and if he does, well, mikey's promised to pull it out of him either way. he's already rewarded with so much, that groan travelling through his entire body, making him squirm a little bit in anticipation to hear more, learn more, see more.

with his back against the wall of his room, he might as well melt right there and there, the pressure on his scalp making him leave an airy moan into the kiss as his legs press even more against the other's sides. it's almost a silent beg, as his hands sneak inside the yukata to feel the other's chest... which lasts very little, with how eager he is to take it off.)

[It feels good, Mikey's hands on his chest -- being here, being back here, it feels really, really good. And yet at the same time they're in new territory, here, aren't they? Because neither of them is the same as they were those few months ago, and so much has changed, and now they've got to figure it out all over again.

Speaking of figuring out -- he starts with the other teen's obi, picking apart the knot one step at a time. He'll leave his yukata for Mikey to figure out.]

(it's going to be messy to remove their clothing, and a little tease with how much manjiro's demanding from the kiss and how slow yu is working on the obi. it's a hunger that he feels for the other, but while he is dedicated, he's in no way rushed. to manjiro, it's been a lifetime since he felt yu's lips against him, literally, figuratively, and all in between.

while he knows their bond might as well never break, he can't say there isn't a tiny part of him who isn't sure if this place might take manjiro away again, or that whatever it has in store for them isn't going to shake it. it brings to memory the last time they fooled around in the kitchen, focused on the moment, cherishing each and every touch because for once, everything was okay. it's not unlike how he feels right now, paying attention to every touch as to record it in his memory as it is.

the fact that he's koala-ed, however, is not going to help remove anything, he's noticing, so carefully he untangles, feet touching the floor and moving his weight towards his toes.

it's much easier like this, to finally get the yukata off yu, leaving skin he can feel exposed and touched.)

Edited (clarification ) 2024-09-20 21:45 (UTC)

[Untying the knot is no easy feat, especially with the distraction of warm hands on his skin, with the budding arousal stoking heat in his chest, and even as he's cursing that knot in his mind, he's also kicking himself for not letting go sooner. Like a knot, unravelling all of his feelings, every doubt and uncertainty--

Ah. There it goes. Yu lets the obi fall to the floor, smoothing his hands up over Mikey's shoulders to push away the yukata, following his hands with a trail of kisses as he does so.

He's missed this. It's not like he didn't know that, but -- maybe he didn't realize how much until they arrived back here, exposed in a way that is both comfortably familiar and terrifyingly different. It's easy to make promises about honesty, transparency...harder, though, to follow through with them.]

(he doesn't mind the exposure of his skin, of his chest, and whatever clothing he still wears is getting removed with no shyness, no hesitance. he hasn't been this eager, this excited, in so damn long. this willingness reddens his cheeks even more, makes him squeeze yu's bicep in a quiet request to not leave him alone again.

both of them have the same demon in different forms, wearing different masks. don't leave.

he starts walking to guide yu to his bed, setting him to sit so manjiro can settle on his lap.)

[There's nowhere else he'd rather be. Even the smell of the room is familiar, comfortable, welcoming;

and it's that hand on his arm that has his heart twisting, torn between guilt and fear and something much, much deeper -- a twin loneliness, something deep within him that asks, begs. Don't leave. It's all he's ever wanted to ask of anyone, and so rarely done.

Mikey pushes him back, and oh, something about that has his heart pounding, a slow, uneven flush darkening his cheeks. Knees weak, he's all too ready to renege when pushed to the bed. He reaches for the other boy's hand on the way down, loath to break the contact of skin to skin.]

C'mere, [whispered breathily as the other boy climbs onto his lap, using his hand to tug him in for another kiss, deep and slow and wanting.]

Edited (damn you phone tag typos) 2024-09-26 22:48 (UTC)

(yu leaving was simply a consequence of manjiro doing so in the first place, he knows. it's almost ironic how someone whose fear of abandonment is so tangible has done so with no second thought, but after all that, there is no way he is ever doing it again. he meant that - as long as yu chooses to have him in his life, for as long as aldrip keeps him here, he will never again go.

they're not simple, neither are they easy, but like magnets that can't help but attract each other no matter the obstacles in their way, manjiro finds himself way too comfortable with his naked body glued to yu's, his heart skipping when he notices the flush that yu didn't make a move to hide.

he's beautiful, and manjiro almost tells him, but those lips take his own, and he feels... wanted. needed. home. his own hands move to yu's face, thumbs caressing his cheek as tongues dance, without a need for dominance, in a perfect pace.)

[No hiding. Even without Mikey's no-nonsense threat, he was up for the challenge. It's hard to resist an urge that feels almost like second nature; a defense mechanism that's long since stopped serving him. There's a sharpness that comes with the vulnerability, here, and it's scary. It's also a bit exciting.

Yu pulls him in close, chest to chest, close enough to feel a heartbeat as he traces the line of his spine.

And-- look, the kiss is good, it's so, so good, and it's been so long, and Yu would happily keep doing this for ages. But they're skin to skin, warm body heat shared between them, and the contact paired with the kiss has arousal pulsing adamantly in his groin. It's reluctant, but he reaches over to the nightstand. Realistically, he has no idea if Mikey still keeps the lube there, but what the hell, of course he's going to look anyway.]

(they're so close that it's impossible not to feel every inch of their skin against the other, from heart beats, sweat, and the twitching his member gives out in anticipation. he knows what yu is looking for, and it's a great guess as to where he might find it - and so he does.

the break in the kiss allows him to press his lips elsewhere, jaw, neck, but most importantly, it's the chest that gets the most attention, as he recalls it tends to bring out a sound from yu when he does... and if that doesn't, well, the fact that mikey's hand moves right between them to stroke both against one another just might.

it feels like moving in a new land, unsure of what he can expect at every corner, but he's so eager to find out, to learn, so the next times, he can learn even more. perhaps this honesty deal really might be yu's downfall, because with how mikey decided to be more proactive, well. he's definitely taking note of every reaction, focused, until he remembers something he should disclose.)

... Part of me had hope, so, I did the work before the festival. Teach me how to ride you.

[Mikey is merciless.

Yu is so often focused on how to help others, how to make other people happy, and Mikey working so hard at it for his sake...some part of it feels unfair; unbalanced. He can't help but wonder how much of that feeling is an excuse to hide in a different way, but Mikey isn't the only one trying to get at something, someone, almost entirely different than what he's familiar with.

Lips on his chest, the incredible friction of their cocks grinding together -- the feeling sparks such an intense rush of lust that he can't stop the low, indulgent moan that the feeling pulls out of him. His hand falters after opening the drawer as his attention is pulled sharply to the nexus of their bodies, and while he'd like to say something, anything --thanks for not giving up on me or I want you to feel good, too or any number of responses-- the feeling is so powerfully good that it's urgency that wins out. He grabs the back of Mikey's neck and pulls him in for another kiss, hot, intense, as he cants his hips up, grinding against him again.]

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wow my feelings

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my icon is correct

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slaps down a nsfw warning just while i'm thinkin about it

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