[huh. it was kind of quiet. maybe his first option to look at the house was too obvious, and Yu really was hiding. he puts the box of cupcakes down and looks around a bit...
and then suddenly, hears Yu's voice behind him.
he jumps, and spins around to see him in that outfit. instantly his face warms, looking him up and down.]
I didn't think a guy would look so good in a nurse outfit... but then again, you looked good in that girl's uniform once.
[he's mostly talking to himself, more or less babbling than anything else.
and after that, he feels like he might be getting Into It.]
Okay, being sized up like that is an interesting feeling. Yu feels a little flustered under his gaze for a second, with color trying to creep into his cheeks. He fights it back by leaning into the role, his expression somehow coy and confident without being leery.]
Hm, [he begins, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to the other boy's like he's trying to gauge his temperature.] You do feel pretty hot.
[If Yosuke lets him, he'll back him up with a little bit of a push, leading him toward the couch.]
[a shiver runs down Yosuke's spine as he touches him, even if it's just forehead to forehead. he'll also let Yu back him up with no complaint, moving to put his hands on the other boy's hips now too.]
Please do. Only you can figure out what's ailing me! I'm definitely sick...
[to be honest, he's already feeling warm... pathetic? maybe. but Yu knows he likes this sort of thing lmao.]
[Roleplay, dress-up. It's not really Yu's thing, all said. But Yosuke's reaction...that is definitely his thing. That eagerness bordering on mischief. The shiver he feels from the other boy under his touch. It stokes a fire in his chest, right down to the feel of Yosuke's hands on his hips, and he has to take a breath, walking himself back from going too far, too fast.]
There's no doubt about it, [he says, his tone a soft purr, and as soon as they're at the couch, he puts a hand on Yosuke's chest to push the other boy down onto it.]
So. [He leans closer, knee resting on the cushion as he hovers over Yosuke's lap, whispering into his ear.] Tell me where it hurts.
[Yosuke's heart is already hammering in his chest as Yu pushes him onto the couch. it doesn't really take Yosuke too much to get excited when it came to Yu... but this was taking it over the top.
the whisper at his ear makes his hands clench on the other boy's hips, and his breath hitches.]
Everywhere. I think... I'm having a reaction to something.
[one of his hands moves back and slides up underneath Yu's outfit so he can grope at his ass a bit.]
[Well, that's the nice thing about the skirt, at least -- easy access. He thinks he's starting to get why this crossdressing thing can be so appealing. The insistent way Yosuke's hands grab him feels like a victory, somehow, spurring him on to take it just a little bit further.]
Mhmm, of course. A release. [To punctuate that last word, he cups Yosuke through his pants, moving just enough to brush his lips over the other teen's jawline.
This is...weird. and different. But that can be fun, too, if the glint in his eyes is any indication.]
[Yu facilitates the need for closeness, swinging his leg over so he can sit on Yosuke's lap in earnest. The movement causes the skirt to ride up a bit, but allows him to kiss the other teen more firmly, lips parted, tongue swiping against Yosuke's lips..]
I think I do, [he whispers when he pauses for breath; his voice is all gravel as he tilts his hips, pressing their cocks that much closer together.] Something special for my favorite patient.
[Yosuke makes a pathetic, whining noise as Yu gets so much closer to him and presses against him like that. his hands grip onto his hips, and he rolls his hips up towards him to cause more friction.]
Don't make me wait too long, or I might have give myself the treatment.
[he'll move to start kissing along Yu's jawline now, breathing hot against him as he does it.]
[That noise feels triumphant in a way he can't put into words, causing a throb of arousal despite the restrictive outfit. He's starting to get the appeal, here, he thinks, especially as Yosuke grips his hips so firmly. Loath as he is for the other teen to stop kissing him, there's a higher priority, here -- he leans back only enough to grab the bottom of Yosuke's shirt, pulling it up and over his head.]
Can't have that, [he murmurs, breathy and low. His hands move with purpose, undoing the button on Yosuke's pants.] Doctor's orders.
[Yosuke's not going to fight any of this, obviously. his arousal only gets even more obvious as Yu unbuttons his pants, and he moves his hands towards the waistband of Yu's own underwear with the intention of pulling them down too.]
Then we should get on with it... I'm dying.
[he's really just thirsty as hell, but we can go for something more dramatic here, apparently.]
[If it wasn't so hot, it might actually be kind of funny -- how into it Yosuke is, the hyperbolic, almost pornographic dirty talk, the absolute improbability of trying to undress with any manner of efficiency while the skirt of the uniform is digging into his thighs. But Yu finds himself leaning into it anyway, smiling a bit into the kiss before he breaks it to press his mouth against the other teen's jawline.]
I want you to fuck me just like this, [is a whisper directly into Yosuke's ear, soft and gravelly, and it sounds astoundingly dirty out loud, enough that he feels heat prickle in his cheeks, but nonetheless he presses a bottle of lube, deftly swiped from the coffee table, into Yosuke's hand as he moves back, standing enough that he can start removing key elements of the nurse outfit.]
[heat rises all over Yosuke's body as Yu speaks, sending a jolt of arousal to his cock as he takes the bottle of lube and opens it. there's a moment as he watches Yu strip, and then he starts to grab at his hips and move to push him over onto the couch. of course he wants to fuck Yu senseless, he's been wanting to do it every since he saw him in that outfit.]
Oh, I will.
[there's a bit of a mischievous grin that crosses his face as he says it.]
It's the most restrictive parts of the costume that go first: unbuttoning the dress, sliding down stockings and underwear at the same time. And then-- well, in spite of his incredibly lewd statement of intent, Yu is legitimately surprised to be manhandled onto the couch. It shows in the slight widening of his eyes, the blush splashed over his cheeks.
The recovery is smooth, but not flawless, matching a daring glint in his eyes to the flustered tinge of pink lingering on his face.]
Show me.
[Big talk, but he still manages to sound somewhat breathless as he says it, a shiverof anticipation running through him just at the touch of Yosuke's hands.]
[Yosuke grins down at Yu, noticing the blush on his cheeks as he uses some of the lube to start prepping Yu slowly and gently. as he does it, he leans down to kiss the underside of his jaw, working his way down his neck and towards his collarbone. he wants to put his hands everywhere, wants to kiss him everywhere... his heart swells with so much love he can barely stand it.]
[The preparation is not a fast process, and it's the sort of thing that's weird, if you think about it too much -- so he doesn't think about it at all. It's not hard, either, with Yosuke touching him like that, kissing him, making it so that all Yu can focus on is his lips and his fingers...and he could keep going; could probably get off just like this, but that's not what he wants, really -- and he doesn't think it's what Yosuke wants either.
Still. The first time he tries to say it --"I'm ready"-- the words dissolve into a shuddering gasp, and he has to take a second before he can try again.]
Ready. [His voice is thin from the effort of trying to control his shaky breathing, and his face is on fire; his hand is a lot more certain, though, grabbing Yosuke's bicep in anticipation of what's next.]
seeing Yu almost so undone... not quite the measured calm he usually is always gets to Yosuke. it's something that's just reserved for him (and sometimes Mikey, he supposes), and he likes that.
a lot.
he kisses Yu's lips again, before gently pushing inside of him. he has to pull away as he groans, just from this... feels so good.]
[There's a sharp vulnerability in this, a feeling of being exposed, and...it's not like he doesn't trust Yosuke --to the contrary, there's no one else in the multiverse that he trusts more-- but those brown eyes watching the shape of the sounds he makes, the hotness of his kiss, the gentleness of his touch--
It's a lot.
His hands squeeze Yosuke's shoulders at the feeling, the sensation, the incredible friction from that push-pull-- and he hooks a leg around the other teen's waist to pull him back.] Do that again.
[Yosuke grins a bit as Yu gets even more flustered... though it is incredibly hot that he asks for more.]
Duh.
[he says, huffing as he leans back down to kiss Yu's neck, starting to thrust again as he does it. he starts a slow pace like this, the kiss turning into a low groan against Yu's neck.
[Duh. That dorky response earns what would normally be a soft laugh, but right now -- it's little more than a shaky exhale and a quick upturn of his mouth, because Yosuke punctuates that dumb response with another thrust that leaves him achingly hot, biting his lip to keep in what would otherwise be a needy, embarrassingly loud moan. It's getting harder and harder to keep those noises inside, to maintain any semblance of composure, each time Yosuke grinds into him, each time he breathes warmly against his neck.
His heel, still hooked around the other teen's waist, digs in a little more pointedly now, urging harder, pushing the pace a little bit at a time.]
Yosuke, [he gasps, breath puffing against his ear; Yu's arms slide around his shoulders and hold there, tightly. His voice is tight with what might be a stupid, self-conscious attempt at restraint.] I'm-- I'm almost--
[Yosuke can't take it either. to have Yu come so undone and unguarded underneath him is so good, and he's aching too to come inside him and completely come undone. but he wants to savor this a bit longer, his thrusting coming even harder now and more erratic, and he gives Yu a sloppy kiss on the mouth before speaking against his lips.]
Just... a little more... I want to feel you...
[his fingers dig more into Yu's skin too, breathing against his lips. they were so close to his... and he couldn't help it. he had to kiss him again, even though he can barely focus on it.]
[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.]
[it's because of Yu completely coming undone underneath him that Yosuke goes over the edge right with him. it's only a couple more thrusts that he needs to orgasm with his own groan, and after he rides it out...
that's when the exhaustion starts to kick in.
he starts to try to catch up with his breathing, his head lowering so that he rests his temple against Yu's.]
[It takes a few minutes for his breathing to steady, for his heart to stop racing and his fingers to stop tingling. But Yu is perfectly happy to take those moments here with Yosuke, skin to skin, trading breaths, turning to graze his lips across the other boy's cheek in a soft, languid kiss.
Eventually they'll have to come apart. Eventually they'll have to clean themselves up. For now, he has no intention of moving, draping an arm over Yosuke's back.
He snorts.]
Not bad?
[He sounds incredulous, amused, blissfully tired. My dude, you just came inside him and all you got to say is not bad?]
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and then suddenly, hears Yu's voice behind him.
he jumps, and spins around to see him in that outfit. instantly his face warms, looking him up and down.]
I didn't think a guy would look so good in a nurse outfit... but then again, you looked good in that girl's uniform once.
[he's mostly talking to himself, more or less babbling than anything else.
and after that, he feels like he might be getting Into It.]
Nurse... I think I have a fever--!
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Okay, being sized up like that is an interesting feeling. Yu feels a little flustered under his gaze for a second, with color trying to creep into his cheeks. He fights it back by leaning into the role, his expression somehow coy and confident without being leery.]
Hm, [he begins, leaning forward, pressing his forehead to the other boy's like he's trying to gauge his temperature.] You do feel pretty hot.
[If Yosuke lets him, he'll back him up with a little bit of a push, leading him toward the couch.]
I'll have to give you a full examination.
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Please do. Only you can figure out what's ailing me! I'm definitely sick...
[to be honest, he's already feeling warm... pathetic? maybe. but Yu knows he likes this sort of thing lmao.]
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There's no doubt about it, [he says, his tone a soft purr, and as soon as they're at the couch, he puts a hand on Yosuke's chest to push the other boy down onto it.]
So. [He leans closer, knee resting on the cushion as he hovers over Yosuke's lap, whispering into his ear.] Tell me where it hurts.
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the whisper at his ear makes his hands clench on the other boy's hips, and his breath hitches.]
Everywhere. I think... I'm having a reaction to something.
[one of his hands moves back and slides up underneath Yu's outfit so he can grope at his ass a bit.]
I need a release, nurse.
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Mhmm, of course. A release. [To punctuate that last word, he cups Yosuke through his pants, moving just enough to brush his lips over the other teen's jawline.
This is...weird. and different. But that can be fun, too, if the glint in his eyes is any indication.]
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Did you have a medicine for that... ?
[he moves to try to kiss Yu on the lips this time, getting slightly impatient with the brushing against his jawline.]
I need something...
nsfw help i almost forgot, not that it's that shocking bc it's nurse shit but surprise! dicks!
I think I do, [he whispers when he pauses for breath; his voice is all gravel as he tilts his hips, pressing their cocks that much closer together.] Something special for my favorite patient.
AHLKFGHDFLGKHD NOT THE SURPRISE! DICKS!
Don't make me wait too long, or I might have give myself the treatment.
[he'll move to start kissing along Yu's jawline now, breathing hot against him as he does it.]
RIGHT LIKE THEY'RE NEVER REALLY A SURPRISE.
Can't have that, [he murmurs, breathy and low. His hands move with purpose, undoing the button on Yosuke's pants.] Doctor's orders.
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Then we should get on with it... I'm dying.
[he's really just thirsty as hell, but we can go for something more dramatic here, apparently.]
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I want you to fuck me just like this, [is a whisper directly into Yosuke's ear, soft and gravelly, and it sounds astoundingly dirty out loud, enough that he feels heat prickle in his cheeks, but nonetheless he presses a bottle of lube, deftly swiped from the coffee table, into Yosuke's hand as he moves back, standing enough that he can start removing key elements of the nurse outfit.]
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Oh, I will.
[there's a bit of a mischievous grin that crosses his face as he says it.]
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It's the most restrictive parts of the costume that go first: unbuttoning the dress, sliding down stockings and underwear at the same time. And then-- well, in spite of his incredibly lewd statement of intent, Yu is legitimately surprised to be manhandled onto the couch. It shows in the slight widening of his eyes, the blush splashed over his cheeks.
The recovery is smooth, but not flawless, matching a daring glint in his eyes to the flustered tinge of pink lingering on his face.]
Show me.
[Big talk, but he still manages to sound somewhat breathless as he says it, a shiverof anticipation running through him just at the touch of Yosuke's hands.]
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Tell me when you feel ready.
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Still. The first time he tries to say it --"I'm ready"-- the words dissolve into a shuddering gasp, and he has to take a second before he can try again.]
Ready. [His voice is thin from the effort of trying to control his shaky breathing, and his face is on fire; his hand is a lot more certain, though, grabbing Yosuke's bicep in anticipation of what's next.]
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seeing Yu almost so undone... not quite the measured calm he usually is always gets to Yosuke. it's something that's just reserved for him (and sometimes Mikey, he supposes), and he likes that.
a lot.
he kisses Yu's lips again, before gently pushing inside of him. he has to pull away as he groans, just from this... feels so good.]
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It's a lot.
His hands squeeze Yosuke's shoulders at the feeling, the sensation, the incredible friction from that push-pull-- and he hooks a leg around the other teen's waist to pull him back.] Do that again.
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Duh.
[he says, huffing as he leans back down to kiss Yu's neck, starting to thrust again as he does it. he starts a slow pace like this, the kiss turning into a low groan against Yu's neck.
he felt... so good.]
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His heel, still hooked around the other teen's waist, digs in a little more pointedly now, urging harder, pushing the pace a little bit at a time.]
Yosuke, [he gasps, breath puffing against his ear; Yu's arms slide around his shoulders and hold there, tightly. His voice is tight with what might be a stupid, self-conscious attempt at restraint.] I'm-- I'm almost--
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Just... a little more... I want to feel you...
[his fingers dig more into Yu's skin too, breathing against his lips. they were so close to his... and he couldn't help it. he had to kiss him again, even though he can barely focus on it.]
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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.]
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that's when the exhaustion starts to kick in.
he starts to try to catch up with his breathing, his head lowering so that he rests his temple against Yu's.]
I guess... it's not a bad birthday present...
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Eventually they'll have to come apart. Eventually they'll have to clean themselves up. For now, he has no intention of moving, draping an arm over Yosuke's back.
He snorts.]
Not bad?
[He sounds incredulous, amused, blissfully tired. My dude, you just came inside him and all you got to say is not bad?]
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I was kidding.
[there's a bit of quiet.]
It's a very good birthday gift. Is that better, partner?
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