(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.)
[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,]
(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?
[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.)
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[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.]
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(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.]
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(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.
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.]
(and he will continue to be so. there's no other way to live, if not kicking down the door, is there? he's reserved, distant at times, and yet, he has never been quiet, as the very shameless moan leaves him once his hand starts moving quicker. he's craving fiction, craving the sound yu made and trying to pull more out of him, even as he's pulled for that mindblowing kiss, it doesn't take the focus he has on both of them, returning the touch in the same fashion against the other boy's skin.
his blood may as well be boiling within his veins, the passion and intensity awakening even more desire to take all that is being given to him - yu might not be solely his, but right now, he sure is, and manjiro has no hesitation to celebrate it wordlessly. his hand stops the stroking, only to bring both of yu's wrists to the space above his head. one hand keeps him there, while the other works the lube on yu's length to make the next steps more pleasant.)
[Yu finds his hands pinned to the bed in one fluid, sudden movement, and it sends a jolt through him all the way to his toes: a sudden anxious wave of helplessness; the excitement that pairs with it; a rush of desire that has him flexing his fingers against the other boy's hold on him.
Powerless. It's terrifying. It's incredible.
The craving seems to seep even into the pads of his fingers, the desire to touch, heightened by his inability to do so. He tilts his head, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing them against the inside of his arm, arching up helplessly into Mikey's touch, seeking more. It's only when he pulls himself away, fighting that urge to hide, that he becomes unable to suppress a wanton open-mouthed groan. There's an intensity to his expression when he finally opens his eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, stormy and hungry and wanting.]
(he wondered what yu would feel. yu, who too leads, who too is ahead, to be under the hold of a man who he couldn't break free from that easily. trapped, or free?
but it seems like it was a welcome loss of control, with how he moves, how he sounds, the beating of his heart strong wherever manjiro touches. yu looks beautiful like this, perhaps the most beautiful manjiro has ever seen, a beaming smile clear on his face as he watches yu soak in desire, letting sounds echo and be heard... manjiro couldn't feel any more joy than he does right now, lips attaching to the boy's neck as a distraction as he positions himself, slowly descending on the length and kissing down, hands releasing so he can steadily and properly sit up.
his head tilts, eyes close as he basks in the feeling, palms pressed against hipbones for stability. a few seconds, he stays like that, unmoving his hips but taking yu's hands to feel against his thigh until he settles them at his hips.
[Even when his hands are freed, Yu remains at the other boy's mercy, still stripped of control, because all he can do is watch, and touch, and even the kiss is too brief, so brief he can't even articulate a need for more, for harder--
Neither of them has moved, but it feels incredible, the tightness around his dick, the feel of their bodies pressed together, the faint touch of Mikey's pulse where their bodies meet...the soft skin of his hips under Yu's hands. The message is clear: Mikey's waiting for him, wanting to see what he does, what he likes, and there's something vulnerable in Yu's expression, here; a tenderness, something soft and tentative. He tugs gently at Mikey to tip him forward a bit, canting his hips upward to meet him. Finding a rhythm.]
(it isn't that manjiro forgot - but it is that he hasn't experienced yu before, not in this body, not for such a long time from where he is standing. years, and years, and years without him, unknowing that he left a piece of himself somewhere. the hair behind his neck stands with the tightness he feels, the feeling of fullness, a little too focused on how it all feels - from how he fits just right, to the way his hands feel like they belong on manjiro's hips.
it's only then that his eyes close to catch that expression, one that makes manjiro feel almost giddy, a smitten and stupid smile on his face that is short-lived with the louder moan that escapes him as he allows for movement, attempting to follow it with his own hips - and he wants to kiss, to be close... not that the position they currently are in would make that easy, so a breathy request leaves him as he clenches around yu. pay attention--)
Yu is moving closer before the other boy even finishes what he was saying, crashing their lips together just as he finishes asking for it. The kiss is intense, urgent; he sucks on Mikey's lips and licks into his mouth and one hand winds around to his back to pull him close, to keep him close. He's missed this; god has he missed it, and he was stupid for avoiding everything for so long, and he regrets it, and now it's like he's trying to make up for lost time all at once.
Mikey tips forward just right, just then, and Yu moans softly into his mouth, chasing that feeling as he thrusts into him.] That-- [do that again, is what he's trying to say, but the compulsion to go in for another kiss wins out instead. After a moment, said in a gasp, squeezing Mikey's hip to punctuate the request:] --harder.
(the first thing yu's lips reach are his teeth in his smile, as he's getting his wish granted. gratitude goes to core strength, he doesn't really need to support himself to move in unison, which allows his arms to wrap around yu's neck as he gets lost in the kiss, little moans and noises let out into the other's mouth as they rock. one hand dives into strands of wet silver hair, while the other grips against the muscle of yu's shoulder, nails puncturing skin as he tries not to come undone too early.
... something yu is making extremely challenging, with telling him what to do, with teaching, with that mindblowing kiss that makes him repeat the same motion and close around him on the way back down as hard as he can, and the pressure of the squeeze drives out the loudest sound yet.
he's too close, too fast, the hand that once was caressing scalp closing on strands to center himself.)
... I don't-- wanna come-- I want to keep at it, fuck.
[Friction, skin, heartbeat -- arousal coils tightly throughout his body, winding him up, driving him to actually whimper when the hand in his hair closes and tugs. Yu is close, too; way closer than he likes, and he might normally bury his face in a shoulder to pull himself back from the brink...but not this time.
Breathless, muscles trembling with the effort to not peak too early, he presses his forehead to Mikey's, seeking eye contact. When he finds it--]
Don't come. Not yet. [The words come out more like an order than he intends, really, but there's a matching intensity in the sharpness of his eyes, the possessive way he squeezes the other boy.] I'm not done with you yet.
(never has he ever put this much effort before, that much can easily be noticed with how tirelessly his hips move in unison, fighting through any fatigue through the sheer desire of listening to that whine again. perhaps he should be thankful that they're both too focused to stroke, because any more than what is being given to him would make the request way too hard to comply.
even more so when he opens his eyes, large, so dark one could get lost in it, and instead, he's the one who finds himself doing so.
this, yu - it's all he wanted. all he could wish for, just in front of him, willing, feeling just as smitten as manjiro is and imprinting it against his hips with the force of his fingers.)
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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.
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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.]
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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.)
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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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.)
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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.]
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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.)
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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.]
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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.)
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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.]
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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.)
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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.]
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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.
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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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his blood may as well be boiling within his veins, the passion and intensity awakening even more desire to take all that is being given to him - yu might not be solely his, but right now, he sure is, and manjiro has no hesitation to celebrate it wordlessly. his hand stops the stroking, only to bring both of yu's wrists to the space above his head. one hand keeps him there, while the other works the lube on yu's length to make the next steps more pleasant.)
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Powerless. It's terrifying. It's incredible.
The craving seems to seep even into the pads of his fingers, the desire to touch, heightened by his inability to do so. He tilts his head, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing them against the inside of his arm, arching up helplessly into Mikey's touch, seeking more. It's only when he pulls himself away, fighting that urge to hide, that he becomes unable to suppress a wanton open-mouthed groan. There's an intensity to his expression when he finally opens his eyes, pupils blown wide with desire, stormy and hungry and wanting.]
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but it seems like it was a welcome loss of control, with how he moves, how he sounds, the beating of his heart strong wherever manjiro touches. yu looks beautiful like this, perhaps the most beautiful manjiro has ever seen, a beaming smile clear on his face as he watches yu soak in desire, letting sounds echo and be heard... manjiro couldn't feel any more joy than he does right now, lips attaching to the boy's neck as a distraction as he positions himself, slowly descending on the length and kissing down, hands releasing so he can steadily and properly sit up.
his head tilts, eyes close as he basks in the feeling, palms pressed against hipbones for stability. a few seconds, he stays like that, unmoving his hips but taking yu's hands to feel against his thigh until he settles them at his hips.
teach him.)
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Neither of them has moved, but it feels incredible, the tightness around his dick, the feel of their bodies pressed together, the faint touch of Mikey's pulse where their bodies meet...the soft skin of his hips under Yu's hands. The message is clear: Mikey's waiting for him, wanting to see what he does, what he likes, and there's something vulnerable in Yu's expression, here; a tenderness, something soft and tentative. He tugs gently at Mikey to tip him forward a bit, canting his hips upward to meet him. Finding a rhythm.]
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it's only then that his eyes close to catch that expression, one that makes manjiro feel almost giddy, a smitten and stupid smile on his face that is short-lived with the louder moan that escapes him as he allows for movement, attempting to follow it with his own hips - and he wants to kiss, to be close... not that the position they currently are in would make that easy, so a breathy request leaves him as he clenches around yu. pay attention--)
Sit up, I want-- to kiss you numb.
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Yu is moving closer before the other boy even finishes what he was saying, crashing their lips together just as he finishes asking for it. The kiss is intense, urgent; he sucks on Mikey's lips and licks into his mouth and one hand winds around to his back to pull him close, to keep him close. He's missed this; god has he missed it, and he was stupid for avoiding everything for so long, and he regrets it, and now it's like he's trying to make up for lost time all at once.
Mikey tips forward just right, just then, and Yu moans softly into his mouth, chasing that feeling as he thrusts into him.] That-- [do that again, is what he's trying to say, but the compulsion to go in for another kiss wins out instead. After a moment, said in a gasp, squeezing Mikey's hip to punctuate the request:] --harder.
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... something yu is making extremely challenging, with telling him what to do, with teaching, with that mindblowing kiss that makes him repeat the same motion and close around him on the way back down as hard as he can, and the pressure of the squeeze drives out the loudest sound yet.
he's too close, too fast, the hand that once was caressing scalp closing on strands to center himself.)
... I don't-- wanna come-- I want to keep at it, fuck.
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Breathless, muscles trembling with the effort to not peak too early, he presses his forehead to Mikey's, seeking eye contact. When he finds it--]
Don't come. Not yet. [The words come out more like an order than he intends, really, but there's a matching intensity in the sharpness of his eyes, the possessive way he squeezes the other boy.] I'm not done with you yet.
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even more so when he opens his eyes, large, so dark one could get lost in it, and instead, he's the one who finds himself doing so.
this, yu - it's all he wanted. all he could wish for, just in front of him, willing, feeling just as smitten as manjiro is and imprinting it against his hips with the force of his fingers.)
-- Hard when you're grabbing me like that.
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