[The kiss holds like an anchor, keeping him from coming completely apart, perfect in how utterly imperfect it is. Part of Yu wants to hold his composure in a vice-grip, clinging to it like a lifeline, and that part of him would be mortified by the sounds they're making, by his own neediness, by the sloppy wetness of the kiss and his own desperate desire not to be the first to come. But he finds that part of himself letting go more and more often, reneging to a deeper feeling, helpless against the affection welling up behind the walls he's built.
Maybe it's better that way.
(He'll have to unpack that later.)
Every thrust brings him closer to the edge, and it's all he can do to whisper breathlessly between kisses,] I can't-- I'm-- [and it dissolves into a guttural moan against Yosuke's lips as he finally surrenders, coming hard, toes curling, vision whiting out as he clings to the other boy.]
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Maybe it's better that way.
(He'll have to unpack that later.)
Every thrust brings him closer to the edge, and it's all he can do to whisper breathlessly between kisses,] I can't-- I'm-- [and it dissolves into a guttural moan against Yosuke's lips as he finally surrenders, coming hard, toes curling, vision whiting out as he clings to the other boy.]