[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?]
[All of it, really; the way they seem to fit together, the closeness of their bodies, the feel of Yosuke's breath tickling his face. It's good. Really, really good. He wraps an arm around the other boy's shoulders.]
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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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Better.
[All of it, really; the way they seem to fit together, the closeness of their bodies, the feel of Yosuke's breath tickling his face. It's good. Really, really good. He wraps an arm around the other boy's shoulders.]
Happy birthday, Yosuke.
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[he nuzzles into Yu a bit more, letting himself relax and drape over his body.
gosh. he loves him so damn much.]
Love you.
🎀
[It's not as though he's never said it aloud, but it still feels uncomfortable to say, sometimes, even though he feels it.
... maybe especially because he feels it.]