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“Well, that was a disaster,” Yosuke groaned the moment they returned to the hotel room, bodily throwing himself onto the couch in frustration, “the detective's definitely on to us now. I'm exhausted. I can’t tell what our next steps are — I mean, I want to think we’re done with the case, but I’m just not convinced, and it’s not as if we have any other leads that we can keep checking into and even if we did I bet Shirogane will just be waiting for us to fuck it up even more-”
“Yosuke,” Yu interrupted, sighing softly as he locked the door behind him, and Yosuke scrambled up, embarrassed.
“Sorry,” he laughed nervously. There’s a half glass of water next to the couch that Yu had left behind earlier, and he picked it up and downed its contents before continuing, “I’m just… frustrated.”
“I can see that,” Yu said gently as he sat down next to him, “it’s fine, I get it. I’m feeling a little wound up too.”
“Yeah?” Yosuke glanced up at the ceiling and the awful pink drapes stretched across it, and wondered how often they were taken down for a wash, “this terrible room probably isn’t helping. Maybe we should go out for a walk to calm down.”
“It’s past curfew,” Yu pointed out, “do you really want to be caught by Kashiwagi now?”
Yosuke made a face. He didn’t like Kashiwagi on the best of days, but in these circumstances? He would rather not deal with her right now, especially not when he was still a little grossed out by the fact that their entire school cohort and their teachers were all sleeping in a love hotel together. He turned to look at Yu. “Well, I’m open to suggestions. Right now, I’m just too jittery to sleep.”
Yu considered it for a moment, the quiet of the room pierced only by the hum of the air-conditioner, his expression cool when he finally spoke, “why don’t we continue playing King’s Game?”
“What?” Yosuke blinked, his face heating up rapidly as he thought about how, just less than an hour ago, he had been sitting on Yu’s shoulders in that godawful club in front of their friends, “King’s game - was it not humiliating enough just now?”
Yu shrugged, his lips pulling into a smile, “I didn’t feel anything like that.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re - urgh, nevermind,” Yosuke shook his head, a slight twinge of disappointment flaring up inside him. Maybe Yosuke was the only one so bothered by it then, of his crotch being so dangerously close to Yu’s face that it was through sheer willpower and his stress about Shirogane that it stayed thankfully down. Yosuke tried not to think about how nice it would be if his partner showed even a little interest in him, and he powered through, “well, there’s only two of us here, so how would it even work?”
“That should make it easier, wouldn’t it?” Yu explained, shifting slightly in his seat so his body was properly facing Yosuke, and Yosuke swallowed a lump in his throat despite himself, “we can take turns being the king, issuing commands to one another.”
“I… suppose?” Yosuke said sceptically. Games like this tended to have a specific orientation with them, and there was a reason why Yosuke had been opposed to Rise’s suggestion previously. Every single day, the desperate crush that he had been nursing towards Yu seemed to deepen further, and the last thing he wanted was for his emotions to be exposed, for those feelings to become another source of jokes about how pathetic Yosuke was. But for Yu to suggest it now when there wasn’t really anyone for Yu to be interested in — Yosuke had to admit he was a little intrigued about where Yu wanted to take it. He squashed down the tiny spark of delusional hope, the one that suggested blithely that maybe it was him that Yu was interested in, and decided to let Yu get the ball rolling, “sure, I guess. Since it’s your suggestion, you should go first.”
Yu nodded assuredly, as if he had expected this outcome from the beginning. Despite himself, Yosuke felt his spine straighten in attention as Yu came to settle on something, his grip around the empty glass tightening in anticipation.
“The King would like you to…” Yu started slowly, enunciating each syllable with such clarity that Yosuke couldn’t help but hang on to them, “… tell him what you’re planning on having for breakfast tomorrow.”
“What?” His fingers went slack as he stared at Yu, and he fumbled with the glass for a moment as he processed Yu’s words. At first, they had some sort of alien, static effect on his skin, the heat inside him blooming into greater intensity, but the mundanity of the request had everything come to a crashing halt. Despite telling himself as such, Yosuke felt disappointment seep in anyway, and he exhaled, taking a moment to set the glass down on the table so he could stamp out that thought and school himself into some normalcy, “I don’t know, the onigiri shop we walked past earlier yesterday looked pretty good. Do you want to go there tomorrow?”
“Sounds good to me,” Yu smiled, and it felt a little bittersweet. At the very least, Yosuke was thankful that Yu hadn’t cottoned as to his thoughts. There’s a pause between them as they watched one another, the both of them seemingly waiting for something, until Yu eventually inclined his head, “Yosuke? It’s your turn?”
“Huh? Oh - right,” Yosuke winced. He needed to come up with something simple quickly, nothing that could betray the swirling mess of thoughts in his head right then, the ones that seemed to either beg for Yu to look at him or to allow Yosuke to touch him in ways that made Yosuke blush just from imagining it, “er, how about this… the King wants you to… ah, let him copy off your homework for this school trip.”
Yu pursed his lips, frowning slightly, “I’m not sure that’s within the acceptable boundaries of the game.”
“Hey, if you could get people to-” Yosuke started, and then stopped himself quickly from talking about kissing and groping, changing tack, “look, I don’t think there’s anything that’s really out of bounds, but if you wanna concede here…”
“No, it’s- fine. You can copy my homework this time,” Yu sighed, and Yosuke pumped the air in cheer, surprised that the gambit had worked, “I don’t think we did anything useful anyway. My turn now; the King would like you to study with him for all of next week so he can make sure you’re doing the rest of your homework.”
“Deal,” Yosuke laughed. It wasn’t a particularly hard request; he’d always liked spending time with Yu, and study sessions with his partner have always been more productive for him. If it wasn’t for how busy Yu was all the time, Yosuke would gladly study with him everyday, if Yu were to ask, “I guess it’s my turn again… the King wants you to make tonkatsu for lunch next week.”
“Just to make it?” Yu asked, barely holding back his smile from widening, “not to share it with you?”
“and to share it with me. Him. The King.” Yosuke added hastily, and it was enough to draw a giggle out of Yu.
The rest of their game continued along that momentum, the two of them exchanging low stakes commands disguised as little things of care or requests that Yosuke was always too afraid of bringing up. Through it, Yosuke got much out of Yu, including a promise to eight-hours of sleep each night for a week, to let Yosuke help him with some of his chores and to a shopping trip in Okina so Yosuke could dress Yu up. His worries about the case and Shirogane remained salient in his mind, but after several rounds of the game, Yosuke had to admit that he was beginning to feel better, lulled into a relaxed calm.
Yu seemed to notice, and he knocked his shoulder gently against Yosuke’s, “feeling better?”
“Yeah,” Yosuke yawned, returning the gesture. He hadn’t even realised the two of them had somehow drifted close enough to do that, but he didn’t mind the slightest. Yu’s presence probably contributed as much to the peaceful mood between them now, and he hoped Yu felt the same, “you?”
“Mmhmm,” Yu replied, relaxing against him, “how about… the King would like you to take a hot bath and wash off everything about today?”
“Geez, you calling me smelly, partner?” Yosuke joked, but a bath did sound good right now. The heady perfume of the club lingered on his clothes, and the grime of the day left his skin unpleasantly sticky. Not that his partner seemed to mind at all, still pressed up against him, “alright, alright, this humble subject is glad to accept his king’s generous offer of the first bath.”
He pushed Yu off him with some reluctance and made his way towards the bathroom. Yosuke found that it was surprisingly well-fitted — if it had been any other hotel, the sizeable bathtub would have been a luxury, but the fact that it was a love hotel meant that it was probably used for certain activities. The observation that both him and Yu could fit easily into the it didn’t escape him, and an embarrassed heat returned easily to his cheeks.
“Stupid,” Yosuke admonished himself under his breath, and set about filling the tub with warm water. There was a large jar of bath bombs on the bathroom counter, so Yosuke dropped a few of those in there as well, watching them dissolve and fall apart to reveal the dried rose petals packed inside them. A sweet, floral scent soon spread itself throughout, and Yosuke wrinkled his nose at himself — both for thinking that that was actually pretty nice and for imagining how pleasant it would be for the two of them to soak in it together. Even so, he couldn’t help himself, “hey, Yu!”
“Yeah?” Yu called out, and Yosuke heard the rustle of fabric as Yu got up from the sofa and joined him in the bathroom, “oh, wow!”
“Looks pretty good, doesn’t it?” Yosuke lamented. If only it hadn’t been a stupid school trip at a stupid love hotel because their teacher was a horrible human being with a horrible sense of humour, there was something plausibly romantic about it. Of course, it would require Yu to return some semblance of romantic feeling, but that was beside the point, “I can’t believe I’m actually warming up to this place.”
“You wouldn’t get this even in a typical five-star hotel in the city,” Yu commented, reaching into the bathwater with a hand. Yosuke watched as he picked up a rose petal between his fingers, and his throat went very dry for a moment, “maybe Kashiwagi was right; this place is good value for money.”
“Oh, don’t give her credit like that,” Yosuke huffed, “still, it does feel relaxing. Actually, that gives me an idea. Yu, your king wants to know in detail how you like to relax in private.”
Yosuke had thought himself clever for the briefest of moments — after all, if he found out how Yu unwound after a long day, then maybe Yosuke could be a bit proactive about it and help his partner do just that. He was expecting Yu to say something cute and befitting him, like having a cup of tea or reading a book in his bedroom; instead, Yu froze, and the single petal fell from his hands and back into the still-fizzling water. It was then that Yosuke realised how much of a mistake his question might have been, especially once it occurred to him how he liked to relax in the privacy of his bathroom, especially when Teddie was nowhere near the house. He realised he had to say something, to retract the command and return them to the casual mood that was there just moments ago, but there was something deeply transfixing about the way Yu’s mouth fell open and then closed again, how Yu’s skin was quickly tinged with a pink that bloomed from his cheeks and stretched to the tip of his ears.
Yosuke stared, transfixed. How long had he been futilely probing Yu now, baiting him with questions just so Yosuke could get a sense of Yu’s inclinations? And now, because of some off-hand remark where the intention hadn't been to figure out Yu’s romantic or sexual interests in the first place, Yosuke finally, finally got a first peek at this secret, intimate side to his partner. His excitement warred with the guilt of doing so, but the latter eventually won out and Yosuke cleared his throat.
Yu beat him to it however, speaking before Yosuke could get a word out.
“I touch myself,” Yu said slowly, still staring pointedly at the floating petals in the bathwater, and his voice might as well have pierced through the very fibre of Yosuke's being when he absorbed them, “I think - I think about someone. A person. That I like. And I think about touching that person. I think about making that person happy.”
So Yu did have someone he liked, and that fact was a bitter and acrid realisation that burned the back of his throat. How lucky for them, Yosuke thought enviously, to be the object of Yu’s affection, to be spoken of with such gentleness despite the blatantly lewd topic. To be the one that Yu wanted to make happy.
“Yeah,” Yosuke swallowed, barely hearing himself speak, “I understand. That. You know. Yeah. That makes sense. I get it.”
“Do you?” Yu asked, finally glancing towards Yosuke with a gaze so intense that Yosuke felt his skin combust.
“Yeah. I mean. I think the same. I mean, I do the same,” Yosuke said haltingly, and when it became clear that Yu was waiting for more, he forced himself to continue, “I think about the person I like too. I think about his hands on me, and… and…”
Yosuke faltered, pulling away from Yu’s gravity to stare at those hands of his instead. He couldn’t say it — he couldn’t look Yu in the eye and tell him that it was him that Yosuke imagined in his fantasies, that he thought about Yu’s hands on his body, about those fingers firm around his cock and inside him, about their naked bodies rubbing together in ecstasy. That he thought about it far too often for it to be reasonably acceptable, that he’s imagined them anywhere and everywhere, from an empty bathroom in their school to the depths of the TV world, from Yu’s bedroom to the fucking love hotel they were in right now. That less than five minutes ago he imagined Yu holding the two of them together in the bathtub three steps away, gently pushing into Yosuke whilst rose petals ebbed around them.
It was feeling unbearably hot in the bathroom, the steam of the hot water and the overwhelming focus of Yu’s attention on him burning through him. He crossed the small space and twisted the tap, shutting off the water.
“Maybe a bath’s not such a good idea,” Yosuke said nervously, overly conscious of how Yu was less than a hair’s width away from him, ”since it’s pretty hot and all, I think a cold shower might be better, haha.”
“Yosuke,” Yu whispered, “what do you want?”
“Huh?”
“What do you want?” Yu repeated, and Yosuke stared determinedly at a bobbing petal, “it’s your turn. On the King’s game.”
Yosuke glanced up, taking in Yu with some incredulity. Yu was still playing that stupid game? But there’s a solemnity in his tone, something dark and urgent and desperate that Yosuke couldn’t place, and as he stared into the endless depth of those stormy eyes, Yosuke finally realised what Yu was really asking.
“Are you - are you sure, partner?” Yosuke asked, his words slow to compensate for the rapid thrum of his heart, its rhythm so loud it could deafen him, “what if I request something you didn’t like?”
“For you, Yosuke,” Yu said, leaning in, and Yosuke felt his breath hold, “I would agree to anything.”
“But,” Yosuke choked out, “the person you like…”
“Yosuke,” Yu said, his voice tinged with the faintest of desperation, “the person I like is you.”
It was all happening too much, too fast, and Yosuke needed to anchor himself to something, to find a fixed point in reality to ground himself in. He might have been imagining something like this the moment they stepped into this room yesterday morning, but at no point did Yosuke seriously think that any of it might really happen.
And yet - here they were.
“I,” Yosuke managed, “I - I like you too.”
There. He’s said it.
“I’m glad,” Yu exhaled, his smile almost weak as his shoulders relaxed imperceptibly, “I was hoping I hadn’t misunderstood.”
It was the same for Yu, Yosuke realised. That the culmination towards this moment had weighed as much on his partner as it did him, and every single sign began to unfold itself with clarity. The reason why Yu had been looking towards him when Yu agreed to play the King’s game back at the club. Why he suggested playing it again in their room, why Yu had insisted quite firmly that Teddie bunk with Kanji yesterday. Why Yu always tried to walk home with him, why Yosuke was the first that Yu asked to lunch everyday, despite every other invitation coming his way. The knowledge made him heady, and a greed that Yosuke didn’t know he was capable of made itself known in that moment. He wanted everything Yu was willing to give him now, to take in more and more of Yu until every shred of doubt and hesitation inside him had been burnt away by Yu’s heat on him.
“Then, I think,” Yosuke started, and the boiling fever under his skin threatened to spill over, “I would like to take a bath. Together.”
“Of course,” Yu nodded, and Yosuke was pleased when he saw that the blush on his partner’s face had not subsidised, and instead, only grown more intense, “do you want me to-?”
Yu was waving vaguely at Yosuke’s clothes, and he immediately slammed the brakes on his imagination. Sure, Yosuke might have thought about Yu’s cock and Yu’s hands on his cock, and he’s definitely checked out Yu in the locker room once or twice, but the idea of Yu stripping him somehow felt even more intimate, impossible as it was.
“Oh, uh, no, I’m - I’m fine,” Yosuke gasped, “I mean. I can take it off myself. Can you, er, can you turn around?”
He didn’t wait for a response, turning around himself and tugged weakly at his clothes. Yosuke knew that since he was the one who suggested they take a bath together, he should have expected this. Even so, it was unnerving anyway, to have the warm steam of the bathroom against bare skin, to hear the sound of rustling fabric behind him as Yu took off his clothes. Unsurprisingly, Yosuke’s cock was already painfully erect, stirred to interest by the circumstances and the confirmation of Yu’s interest in him, of all the possible things that might happen tonight, and he swallowed a whine of frustrated embarrassment, hurriedly toeing the rest of his clothes off and slipping into the bath. The cloudy surface of the bathwater and the floating petals offered some cover for his shame, and Yosuke scooted himself towards the centre of the tub so Yu would have space behind him.
“Ready?” Yu called out softly, and Yosuke couldn’t make out if it was embarrassment or nervousness or amusement in his voice or all of the above. Yosuke nodded his head, until he realised that Yu probably couldn’t see.
“Yeah,” Yosuke said, and then he felt Yu enter the tub as well, the water around him sloshing to fit around Yu’s body. Yu’s physical body. Yu’s physical, naked body, drawing in closer and closer as he settled around Yosuke, his legs astride such that there was a knee on each side of him. Yosuke glanced at the pale skin and licked his lips, anticipation bubbling inside him.
“Okay?” The warm breath of Yu’s question kissed the nape of Yosuke’s neck, and even though they weren’t yet pressed up against each other, the warm and steady presence enveloping Yosuke right now made it a near thing.
“Okay,” Yosuke shifted, placing his hands on his erection to hide it just in case, “uhm. It’s your turn now, partner. What do you… what do you want to do?”
“I would like to wash your back. If that’s okay?”
Yosuke nodded again. It’s probably a good thing that Yosuke couldn’t see Yu’s face now; his heart was already this close to bursting from his chest, his heightened senses working into overtime as they picked up every movement, from the slight shift of Yu’s body to the squeak of a bottle being pumped and hands rubbing together. Yosuke swallowed, and then he felt the distinct sensation of warm, slippery hands pressing against his back and his mind went blank.
If Yosuke had been right about one thing in his life, it was that Yu was good with his hands. His partner moved dextrously, fingers rubbing firmly into Yosuke’s neck and shoulder and back to work out knotted kinks that Yosuke hadn’t even known were there. It was beyond relaxing — already, Yosuke felt like he was melting into Yu’s touch, into the slow, pleasant waves pushing through into his body. When Yu pressed a knuckle into the small of his back, Yosuke struggled to choke down the next moan, the sound bursting forth from his throat with little care for the last remnants of his pride.
“Sorry!” Yosuke gasped, “that wasn’t - I don’t know what came over me.”
“That wasn’t what?”
It’s a fair question, Yosuke conceded. On instinct, he wanted to say that it wasn’t something sexual, that he wasn’t horny or anything; but they were two boys sitting in a bathtub together, their clothes abandoned on the bathroom floor, so everything about the situation was already decidedly, undeniably sexual.
“I - fine. I was going to pretend I wasn’t turned on. But I am.”
Yu hummed, his hands continuing their blissfully divine work, “good. Because I am trying to turn you on.”
“Oh - oh… yeah?” It made sense, and it was only logical that Yu was. But to hear his partner say it like that, to hear such forward, brazen words had Yosuke shivering, and it almost felt like an invitation for Yosuke, for him to meet Yu where he was, “and you didn’t think I was?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Yu squeezed him gently, leaning in close to whisper at Yosuke’s skin, “maybe you shouldn’t hold back so much and let me hear you instead.”
Fuck, Yosuke swore inwardly. How was Yu doing this? Moments ago, his partner had been as red-faced and shy and awkward as Yosuke had been, but now he was oddly emboldened, his every word amplifying the pleasure he was working into Yosuke’s body. If they were indeed equals in every sense of the word, which Yosuke insisted they were, then Yosuke knew he had to do better.
“I could say the same of you,” Yosuke said carefully, “maybe I want to hear everything that’s on your mind too.”
Yu seemed to consider it for a moment, a brief lull tempered by the languid ebbing of bath water, ticklish against his skin.
“Sure,” Yu said, and Yosuke could hear the smile in his words, “I like you, Yosuke. I like how the flush of your skin stretches from your neck down your back like this,” Yu’s fingers stroked gently down the length of his spine until it grazed the valley of his butt cheeks, the gesture teasing out yet another shiver from Yosuke as he whimpered, leaning into Yu’s touch, “I like watching your shoulders flex with each jump and flip when we’re fighting shadows, I like how cute your waist is in my hands right now.”
With each word, Yu came in closer still, his lips ghosting against Yosuke’s shoulders, and the tiny, tiny gap left between them had Yosuke aching in sheer want. It left him dizzy and embarrassed, and even though the lines from his partner were too much for Yosuke to handle, on some level he knew he wanted more.
“Ye- yes,” Yosuke moaned, unsure of what he was even saying, but the noise had been desperate in his throat, eager to break through, and Yu seemed to enjoy hearing it, “please.”
He's glad, then, that Yu continued, seemingly pleased by the reactions he was drawing from Yosuke. Yu was pulling them even closer now, until the heat of their skin was pressed snug together, until Yosuke could feel Yu’s body envelope him entirely, his breath grazing against Yosuke's skin as he pressed a litter of kisses along the width of his shoulders, along the curve of his neck. Yosuke felt it then, felt Yu’s firm and erect cock pressed between their bodies, and the gratification of Yu’s arousal against him and the steady stream of affection both grounded and untethered him at once. The clear, undeniable evidence of Yu’s affection sobered him, let him situate himself properly in this attention, in how real all of it was and how his imagination could barely compare. Yu’s hands continued to roam all over him, his fingers trailing along each body part as he spoke with a reverence that Yosuke had never heard from his partner, an awe that Yosuke thought only possible from fiction, from the most devout of priests in fervent prayer. But it wasn't imagined; it's here, in this tight, hot space and articulated through even hotter words and not the product of some distant scene conjured up by imagination. It's Yu, leaving the imprint of his heat and desire onto Yosuke, of his bodily warmth pressed into each inch of Yosuke's skin.
It's better.
“I like seeing your neck peek out from underneath your layers of uniform, how it always felt like an invitation for me to put my lips on them. I like this now, too, to see for myself the full definition of your curves, to see where each line of your body led towards. I could watch you speak all day, tracking how your throat bobbed with each word, right here.”
The brush of Yu’s fingertips against his Adam's apple followed by a gentle, teasing caress of Yu's mouth brought out a sound from Yosuke that could only be described as a whine, and it's too much and too little at the same time. Yosuke twisted in place, looping his arms around Yu’s neck so that their lips could connect, so that he could finally, properly kiss Yu and taste him.
It's a little clumsy at first, wet and hungry as the two of them bumped against each other, but in the heat of the moment it didn't matter at all, not with how quickly and easily they found their rhythm — as if this, too, was just an extension of that fundamental, intuitive synchrony they've always had. They pressed their lips together, over and over and over, each kiss longer and harder than the last as Yu’s firm grip around his waist tightened needily, and Yu’s thirst for him made Yosuke thirstier too. When Yu shifted himself, tilting his head slightly, and Yosuke followed suit, it was as if a switch was flipped, like the last, lingering vestige of embarrassment and hesitation were finally abandoned to make way for the long, pent-up desire that had been simmering underneath for months and months. Yosuke learnt many things then; how the texture of Yu’s tongue felt in his mouth, when it raked against the back of his teeth in tease; how each nerve inside him of tingled and frayed when the warm, wet walls of Yu’s mouth tightened around his tongue. He learnt what Yu sounded like when he was breathless, how their deep, wanting pants weaved together in the echoing space of a tiny bathroom, how his partner's moans would reverberate through his body, muffled by their reluctance to part. Yosuke climbed onto Yu’s lap, straddling him so he could deepen their kiss, and when he realised their cocks were brushing dizzily close to each other he rocked his hips harder and closer into Yu, and the singular motion of that grind was enough for Yu to break their kiss, his partner arching into him as a deliciously wanton moan broke from his lips.
“Fuck, Yosuke,” Yu gasped, and Yosuke looked at his partner properly then. It's a sight that left him even more aroused than Yosuke thought possible; it's Yu’s lidded, giddy eyes, dark with desire and lust and affection all at once as he gazed at Yosuke; it's the wet, messy, less-than-perfect hair, mussed up in parts and damp from steam and sweat in others, clinging to equally wet, flushed skin. It's his lips, red and swollen and overworked, and a thick, single thread of saliva hanging from him to Yosuke, just one of many bridges between the two of them. How could Yosuke think he was glad that he couldn't see his partner just now? His heart could explode now, overwhelmed from arousal and affection and the unparalleled emotion of this situation, but it wouldn't have mattered. Yosuke could have died, but he would have died a happy man. How could he not? It's his perfect, unflappable partner underneath him, the wonderful, amazing Narukami Yu, wound up and wanting because of him.
“Yu,” Yosuke said, barely registering the dryness of his own voice, “partner. Let me touch you. I want to touch you. Please.”
Whether it was a request or a demand or a desperate plea, Yosuke didn't know. Yu’s only begun to nod, drowsy like he was high on the intimacy of the moment, but Yosuke was already grasping their cocks together, stroking them with both hands in unison. Water was a terrible lubricant, he knew, but it seemed entirely irrelevant then, an insignificant fact with little bearing on them. The friction of their erections rubbing together, the view of Yu becoming increasingly undone with each stroke and the filthy sounds from their lips, bouncing against the tiled walls to become more pronounced, more fervent — it's stimulation enough.
“Yosuke,” Yu choked out, his fingers digging firmer and harder into Yosuke's waist, seeking to pull them into each other, until every microscopic gap was closed and the heat of their bodies melted together, “Yosuke.”
In a way, Yosuke realised, he did get what he wanted. He's here with his hands on his partner, touching him, pleasing him. This was all he's ever wanted — to be here for Yu, to be the most important person for him, to affect him in the way Yu affected him. In this close proximity, Yosuke took in the sight of Yu shuddering under him, to him; his mouth wide open for the stuttering, broken litany of moans, of Yosuke's name repeated over and over as he gazed at Yosuke with feverish want, like Yosuke was all that ever mattered to Yu.
It's intoxicating, and Yosuke drank it all up.
“I want - I want to make you happy,” Yosuke gasped, the giddy pleasure inside him coalescing urgently with each stroke, with each fervent sound falling from Yu’s flushed lips, with the ebb and flow of the bathwater around and between them and the hot, persistent attention of his affection returned in full, “can I? Partner?”
He didn't know if Yu was nodding to him or the flare of pleasure bursting inside him, inside the both of them, but as his orgasm began to hit, Yosuke crashed their bodies together so they were arching into each other, their lips finding contact again to greedily lap up each and every moan, uncaring as their pleasure overflowed, as spit dribbled messily from their mouths and down their chins. The cum from their cocks spurted out, thick and hot in the tight crevices between their stomachs and chests; but only briefly, otherwise dispersing into the warm bath water. They barely noticed it, too caught up in riding out their climax until both the strokes from Yosuke’s hand and their eager kisses began to slow, coming down to a lazy, casual pace as the two of them revelled in the last twilights of bodily pleasure. When Yosuke finally pulled away, he's greeted with a pleased, dizzying smile.
“You do make me happy, Yosuke,” Yu said, dopey and unguarded in his affection. It made Yosuke's already warm heart swell even more, and he hoped Yu could see that, could understand how much Yosuke adored him, then and yesterday and forevermore, “the happiest.”
“Good,” Yosuke laughed, “you make me the happiest too, Yu.”
He knocked his forehead against Yu’s, pleased when Yu returned the gesture. It's a comfortable moment, and Yosuke could let himself be lost in it, the worries of yesterday feeling distant and forgotten.
“We should get out of the bath, though,” he said after a while. Without the heat of their sex, it became increasingly apparent to Yosuke that the bathwater had begun to cool, and the realisation that their cum was floating around in it somewhere was an unpleasant one, “come on, you'll need to let go of me.”
To his surprise, Yu only held on tighter, his arms firm around Yosuke's waist as he buried his face in the crook of Yosuke’s neck.
“Don't want to,” Yu mumbled, and Yosuke felt him inhale deeply. It tickled his skin pleasantly, and he wondered what sort of scent was filling his partner's lungs now. He hoped Yu liked it.
“Never took you to be the needy sort, partner,” Yosuke laughed. He found that he enjoyed it, to be so wanted, so desired, and he squirmed around a little in Yu’s arms so that he could wrap his legs around Yu’s waist and loop his arms around Yu’s neck again. Yu held him even closer, their bodies fitting together seemingly perfectly. They’ve hugged once, on the Samegawa flood plains, and there’s a brief rush of heat as Yosuke remembered how embarrassing he had been, sobbing into Yu’s shoulder. More importantly, though, he had felt safe. Now, the sensation was different; there’s a certain safety still, and there probably always would be in Yu’s arms, but Yosuke felt plenty of other things too. He felt the steady warmth of Yu’s presence, felt the grounding calm of his heartbeat against Yosuke’s chest. It felt a little like home, and Yosuke smiled, lips nipping at the skin of Yu’s neck, “it’s kind of cute.”
“You think I’m cute?” Yu asked, pulling away just enough for their eyes to meet, for Yosuke to see himself reflected in Yu’s deep eyes.
“The cutest,” Yosuke corrected, and it made Yu laugh, leaning in to press his lips to the lobe of Yosuke’s ear.
“I think you’re the cutest,” Yu whispered, and then he pressed another kiss into skin, and then another, and then another, trailing them along the curve of Yosuke’s neck, each one of them hot and encouraging, a wordless spell casting that distinct sense of pleasure back into him. Yosuke felt something inside him stir again, felt his cock twitch in interest from the sweet, tender gesture, “hold on tight, Yosuke.”
“Hey - wait, Yu, that’s,” Yosuke started, but then Yu was pushing them up from the bathtub, his arms shifting to hold Yosuke up by his bottom. Yosuke yelped out loud anyway, his limbs wrapping tighter around Yu, who only seemed amused at his surprise.
“I think it’s my turn now,” Yu chuckled gently as he rubbed his cheek against Yosuke’s own, bringing a new heat into bloom under Yosuke’s skin, “and I want to take care of you.”
It’s easy to forget how strong Yu was, considering that the two of them were almost similar in built. But all that basketball and heavy sword swinging in the TV world has clearly done wonders for his partner, and Yu stepped out of the tub and crossed the room to move them towards the large bed easily with Yosuke held firmly in his arms, the two of them exchanging more kisses the whole time. That thought excited Yosuke too, and when his cock stiffened in anticipation and grazed against Yu’s, Yosuke found he didn’t even have it in him to protest. They were still sopping with bathwater, but Yosuke couldn’t bring himself to care when Yu set him down on the centre of the bed, the mattress sinking under their shared weight; it’s probably seen worse, and Yu’s attention felt too important to distract from.
Until he noticed the large mirror hanging overhead, reflecting their damp, naked bodies and Yosuke’s limbs still wrapped around Yu’s waist. It’s an unwelcome reminder that they really were in a love hotel, and even though it couldn’t be a sight any more lewd than what they had just been doing in the bathtub, being confronted with it set Yosuke’s skin aflame.
“Yu, wait,” Yosuke said, throwing an arm over his eyes, the mortification of seeing himself making the heat in his blood run hotter, “there’s a - there’s a mirror. Up there.”
“Hmm? Ah, so there is,” there’s a shift, a rustle above him, and Yu’s fingers were wrapped around Yosuke’s wrist, gently prying them away from his face. A kiss is pressed to his cheek, and he opened his eyes to find Yu filling his vision, “can you keep your eyes open, Yosuke? I want you to see this.”
“But -” Yosuke glanced up at their reflection again, and it’s too much for him, his eyes quickly looking away, “it’s embarrassing.”
“I know,” Yu said, carefully planting more kisses onto his body as his hand pressed Yosuke’s wrist into the bed, “try? For me?”
As if Yosuke could say no after that; he nodded shakily, a weak whimper escaping him. Yu nudged at his arm gently, and he let his hold on his partner fall away, legs collapsing on each of Yu.
“I wanted to show you this, Yosuke. How cute you really are. How I like you so, so much,” Yu kissed against his collarbone, against the skinny muscle of his chest, “can you see it? See how you drive me completely insane?”
Despite the firmness of Yu’s body against him, Yosuke felt even more untethered now, exposed and open for both Yu and himself to see. He could barely recognise the person in the mirror, the one who had all the same features as him but was flushed with rapidly deepening arousal, twitching and arching and moaning into each touch, the hazy, blurry daze of pleasure etched into his face. He never knew how far down his body his fluster could run until now, never knew how Yu’s back could ripple and flex like that with every dip, how the red of his blush seemed to blur into the red of Yu’s own. Yosuke’s still free hand grabbed at sheets, desperate for something to hold on to for the sake of his sanity when Yu caught skin between teeth and began to suck lightly, and the fuzzy, static noise inside him seem to explode.
“Yu,” Yosuke cried out, his body jerking involuntarily into Yu. It’s nothing like he’s ever felt before, and when the fervent and urgent pleasure that bloomed in his nerves easily drowned out the accompanying pin-prick of pain, his mind went giddy from it all, his already hard cock trembling in want of more, “please, yes.”
Despite Yu’s initial hesitation, Yosuke’s eager groan seemed to encourage him. Yosuke didn’t know how, or why, but he was glad when Yu did it again, and again, and again, leaving a careful constellation of faint bruises across his chest, marking Yosuke’s body like it was proof of their partnership, that no one else should see Yosuke like this, that this view was for Yu’s alone. Each love mark was followed by a tender kiss, but the gentle affection only made Yosuke impatient, until Yu found his way towards Yosuke’s nipple and sucked on that, and then Yosuke forgot entirely what he was supposed to be impatient about. If electric shocks could be pleasant, could be potent bursts of arousal shooting through his veins, then this had to be it - as his body quivered under Yu, Yosuke felt warm pre-cum smear against his skin, felt his own stiff cock rub against Yu in search of attention, and he knew he needed to touch himself.
“Yu, I want — I need,” Yosuke gasped through the haze of pleasure, and Yu pulled away from his nipple with a lewd smack that made Yosuke groan headily.
“Alright, alright,” Yu said, continuing his gentle caress down the length of Yosuke’s body, “anything for you, partner.”
It’s agonising, how much skin there apparently was for Yu to cover. Yu pressed his lips onto each rib, onto each inch of skin until he finally arrived at Yosuke’s navel where he started to move so slowly that Yosuke knew he had to be doing it on purpose. His cock was pressed up against the side of Yu’s throat now, and each time his partner laughed in amusement, Yosuke felt each deep chuckle reverberate into him and through towards ever extremity of his body. Yu had said Yosuke was driving him insane, but if anything, it’s Yosuke that was being driven to the edge now. Yosuke could feel every string his body tightening, could see it in that distant, heady gaze set in his own reflection.
“Yu,” Yosuke whined, the sound high-pitched and keen and so unlike him even to his ears, “you’re teasing me.”
“A little,” Yu said, and his voice was so full of fondness that Yosuke’s frustration evaporated easily, “you’re just too cute.”
Yu finally relented at that, shifting down far enough that he could kiss the tip of Yosuke’s cock. Even then, it was slow-coming, a pleasure both scintillating and gentle at once. Yu licked up the pre-cum leaking out, his tongue cleaning Yosuke as he hummed happily. He pressed his lips along the entirety of the shaft, and when he arrived at the base of Yosuke’s dick he kissed at his balls too, before taking one of them into his mouth, sucking gently.
“Fuck,” Yosuke swore, warm tears stinging at his eyes from the heady pleasure and how insufficient it was still. His fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them tighter as his body arched upwards, “partnerrr.”
Yu released him from his mouth then, laughing lightly as his hand smeared the new leak of pre-cum, palm rubbing languidly over Yosuke’s tip, “sorry, sorry. Your body is too cute. Your cock is too cute. Your balls are cute too.”
“I don’t want to be cute,” Yosuke said hotly, the friction of Yu’s skin on him leaving him dizzy. The sight of his own reflection in the mirror, of seeing himself fall apart at the seams made him desperate, made the heat coiling and uncoiling inside him burn hotter and brighter, “I want - I want something else.”
“Do you?” the pace of Yu’s palm picked up a little then, just enough to cause a flare through his body, “you should tell me what you want.”
“Yu! You said — you said you were going to take care of me!” Yosuke knew he sounded horribly bratty, and he glared into the mirror, at Yu’s reflection smiling up at him.
“I know, sorry — sorry,” Yu dipped downwards, kissing the tip of Yosuke’s cock. It wasn’t what Yosuke wanted, and he knew that his partner knew that, “tell me, though. I want to hear you say it. Please?”
Yosuke groaned in frustration. Yu really was going to make him, but he’s come too far, wound too tightly for him to do otherwise, and the red of his skin deepened further.
“Yu,” Yosuke choked on the filthy words burning in his throat, on the lurid sort of request that’s only ever existed in his fantasies, “please suck my cock.”
“With pleasure,” Yu brightened gladly, and then he took Yosuke in whole.
Yosuke has imagined this specific scenario so many times over; somehow, somewhere, his partner would offer to do him a favour, any favour, and Yosuke would shyly ask if Yu would be willing to put Yosuke’s cock in his mouth. They’d both be a little awkward about it at first, fumbling around a little as they tried to figure it out, and then Yosuke would cum in Yu’s mouth, and Yu would swallow before wiping his lips and telling Yosuke that he had a very nice dick.
This was nothing like that.
Like many other things his partner did, Yu seemed to be perfect at this from the get go, his perfect mouth working perfectly around Yosuke’s cock. There’s a leisureliness about it at first, slow as he bobbed his head along the length of it, his hands gripping at Yosuke’s thighs to keep them spread apart. Yu’s hair tickled his skin with every shift, and Yosuke shuddered against him, at the arousal spreading from his cock to every inch of nerve inside, at how it seemed to bounce and echo through him like the sure, wet sounds of Yu’s mouth on him. He saw himself in the mirror, naked and open as his hips thrust upwards greedily to feel more of Yu, to let each wave of arousal meld into the pleasure that had been bubbling in his veins. From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Yu touching himself, and it hit him then — this dirty act, Yosuke realised, this sensation of his cock deep inside Yu made his partner horny too, like it wasn’t just Yosuke’s pleasure alone here that was in question, and the gratification inside him grew. He’s seen enough evidence of that by now, Yu had made sure of it, but each new clue to add to the pile, each reminder that the love he’d thought was unrequited for so long was returned in full made him run just a little hotter, made his head just a little drunker.
Slowly but surely, Yu began to pick up the pace, sucking and swirling his tongue expertly, and Yosuke’s allowed a brief moment to wonder how the hell his partner knew to do something like that when he felt the warm wet walls of Yu’s mouth tighten around his cock. The rolling pleasure inside him was made more pronounced when Yu began rubbing small circles under his balls with a knuckle, and Yosuke lost himself in it for a moment, scrambling to find a shred of coherence in the vast ocean of arousal in his mind.
“Wait- wait! Yu, wait wait wait!”
Yu pulled himself off Yosuke’s cock with a loud wet pop that had him shiver, and Yosuke immediately regretted the loss of that warmth, “what’s wrong?”
“It’s just — I want to,” Yosuke closed his eyes, heat flooding in his cheeks, in his body, “I want to cum together. Do you - do you want to put it in me?”
He felt Yu’s stare on him, and he buried his face in his hands. It’s a little bit more than just rubbing their dicks together or having himself shoved down Yu’s throat, and frankly, Yosuke wasn’t sure if he was necessarily ready for it. Nor did he know if it was the fervour of the moment, if he wanted to return that act of service to Yu or if he just wanted to feel Yu deep inside him, or if it was all of those things — Yosuke didn’t think he really cared.
“Really? Are you sure? I mean — but why?”
“Does it matter?” Yosuke swallowed, his eyes opening again, “I don’t know, I guess. I do - I do want to take care of you too.”
He finally glanced over at Yu, whose expression was soft and fond and warm.
“Yosuke,” Yu started, smiling, and then he’s kissing against Yosuke’s skin again, along the sensitive inside of his thigh with tender confession, “my sweet, darling, wonderful Yosuke. I’m sorry, I lied. I don’t just like you. I love you. I love you so much. You’re so good to me, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me,” Yosuke retorted weakly, watching Yu climb back up to press his lips to Yosuke’s forehead, “I love you too, you know. I’ve loved you so much for so long that I thought I was going to explode.”
“Me too,” Yu said, and he was kissing against Yosuke’s cheek, against his earlobes and the back of his ears, “I thought I was going to explode too. Here, close your legs and lie on your side for me.”
Yosuke complied obediently, gazing up at the mirror to watch Yu stroke himself, the wet sounds of slicked up fingers against an equally damp cock. His throat went dry as he watched, desperately committing the sight to memory.
Yu noticed the stare, and he laughed lightly, “like what you see?”
“Yes,” Yosuke answered, possibly too quickly, and it made Yu laugh harder, “I mean, even before you said that you’d touch yourself, I wondered if you would. If you might think of someone. How your face might look when you did.”
“Well, I guess now you know,” Yu replied, and he leaned in, sliding his hot, wet cock between Yosuke’s thighs. Yosuke groaned weakly even though he didn’t understand it, why the slick sensation of Yu thrusting into him there made him feel anything at all, “it’s you I’m thinking about, all the time.”
Yosuke swallowed a whimper, his hand finding Yu’s for leverage as Yu fucked into his thighs, as he squeezed his legs closer so he would be tighter for Yu, so he could feel more of Yu on him. It’s wet and pleasant, and coupled with the sensation of Yu’s warm panting into his neck, of their fingers intertwined together, Yosuke could feel that hot arousal brewing inside him again, and he let the filthy noise of Yu rubbing against him settle deep into his groin. He watched Yu press his cheek into his back, watched the blatant, obvious affection in Yu’s smile as he rutted against him, and Yosuke let himself enjoy that.
“I’m thinking about you all the time too, you know,” Yosuke said after a while, and he eased Yu onto his back, shifting himself around and swinging his leg over so he was kneeling on top of Yu, legs astride “I think about you especially when I do this.”
It’s a little difficult to manoeuvre around, since Yosuke’s only ever done it with a dildo on his bed, but he spread his butt cheeks apart and felt for Yu’s cock, pushing the tip against the entrance. Underneath him, Yu let out a deep, enticing gasp, and it’s all the cue that Yosuke needed to continue. Slowly, he eased himself onto Yu’s cock, the warm, wet erection stretching him open as he moaned throatily, the pleasure overwhelming his senses and blanking out his mind. He could feel Yu react towards him too, from the hands shooting out to steady Yosuke’s waist to the soft groan of his lips and the twitch of Yu’s body welcoming his embrace, and it thrilled him completely.
“I wanted you to want me like this,” Yosuke explained dizzily, turning slightly so he could smile at Yu, his exhale shaky as his insides took in the swollen weight pressed up against him. Yu’s cock was throbbing inside, charged and eager, and more than the sensation of feeling himself down Yu’s throat, this was by far even more intimate, their shared heat melting and blurring together further, “I wanted you to think about me like this.”
Yosuke placed his hands over Yu’s, and slowly, he began to move, straining his thighs so he could slide himself along Yu’s length, to feel hot, bare flesh against hot, bare flesh as Yu’s keen interest kneaded into him. In the bathtub and in his hands, Yu’s cock did not feel particularly different from Yosuke’s own, but here, inside of him, the size and heat of his partner felt especially pronounced, deep and scalding and full inside of him. Yu’s grip on him tightened too, helping him forwards and backwards, up and down, until they came to a rhythm, a push and pull that drove Yosuke further down the dreamy ecstasy capturing his mind. In turn, Yosuke squirmed, bouncing harder and faster on Yu’s dick in desperate want, to feel Yu’s heat reach deeper, closer inside, to complete him in a way no finger or silicone dildo buried into him ever could. He’s conscious, too, of the perspiration trailing down him, of their skin, sticky with sweat and pre-cum, grinding close together with each bounce, and the scent of their sex and the wet, lusty sounds that filled his senses with devastating potency.
“Yosuke,” Yu breathed out eventually, his voice stretched taut and wanting, “Yosuke, come here, lean back - lean on me.”
He heard himself whine, the carnal desire to continue fucking himself on Yu’s cock briefly interrupted, but he complied anyway, letting Yu guide him back down even as Yu remained firmly buried inside of him, fingers splayed on his shoulder, his waist, steady and loving.
“See?” Yu exhaled, his own breath erratic and hot in Yosuke’s ear, “look at you — look at us.”
Yosuke stared up headily at the overhead mirror as Yu directed, and the sight had him clench harder around Yu, tightening impossibly as his own cock trembled hungrily. He saw himself, his skin flustered with a deep pink that stretched from cheek to navel, his face loose from the drunken pleasure invading his mind. The array of marks that Yu had left on him, like the red lines indented on his hip from Yu’s clinging grip on him and the scattering of bruises, mapped across his chest. Yosuke saw his own erection too, glistening with seemingly endless pre-cum, and the entrance of his ass, stretched wide and plugged full. He saw Yu behind him, frazzled and undone, and it’s everything that Yosuke had saw of him in the bathtub from the wet matted hair to the dazed flush apparent in his gaze, but it was somehow more, amplified and tempestuous.
“How could I not?” Yu rocked against him, into him, his warm, honeyed voice dominating the entirety of Yosuke’s being. Yu’s hands shifted, reaching underneath of Yosuke’s thighs to hoist him upwards, and Yosuke obeyed the silent request to hold his legs up, to let his reflection show himself spread even more open, vulnerable and obscene but all for Yu, “look at you, at how perfect you are. Look at how you’ve devastated me. My Yosuke, my darling, wonderful Yosuke. Always so kind, so sweet.”
“I’m not-” Yosuke started, but the thoughts in his head were pierced by a shaky sob, from the sensation of Yu bucking impossibly deeper into him. The weight of Yu’s cock pressed sharply into him then, rubbing against something that ignited the rolling pleasure inside him and he cried out, his nerves sparked and set alight with so much arousal he felt he could combust. It’s the last of his coherence dying on his lips, shattering his words into little more than shameless, debauched moans.
“But you are,” Yu gasped out between breaths, between each wanting thrust, his every word soaked through with veneration. Somehow, Yosuke could feel more of him like this, could properly sense how the walls of his insides curved to every vein and bend of Yu’s cock, a perfect fit like Yosuke was always meant to feel Yu buried deep inside him, like every moment in time was meant to lead up to this singular instance of crushing euphoria, “you are amazing. Always trying your best, always looking out for everyone… it makes me want to do so much for you. I want to give you everything Yosuke, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Yosuke could feel the bubbling pleasure inside of him coalescing to a peak, amplified by the sensation of Yu dominating him and overwhelming every single one of his senses. It’s the scalding, wet friction of their bodies sliding, grinding together, the endless prayer of adoration cast in warm, whispered breaths into his ear, salient despite the noisy tempo of their bodies slamming together over and over. It’s the scent of their skin and their sex, of the distinct, salty-sweet musk of their pre-cum and sweat imprinting itself into his lungs; it’s the view of them like this, bound and twisted together, the spray of love marks and milky droplets across his body, their entire beings blurring together into a rapturous mess of love and lust and everything in between.
He wanted to cry out, to tell Yu how much he loved him too, how he wanted all of Yu for himself, but the absolution of their orgasm came first, the both of them climaxing together to bright, seemingly endless flares of pleasure running wild through his body. Yu held him ever closer as they jerked into each other, plunging himself deeper into Yosuke, and he clenched tighter around Yu too, a hot wet mess filling him and spilling from him as they watched their shared, heady orgasm in the reflection overhead, rocking together until their veins were wrung dry of heat. Yosuke finally eased his legs down, sore and tingly and gangly again as they knocked into Yu’s knees, but there was no complaint. He would be glad to be suspended in this moment forever, Yosuke thought giddily, to luxuriate in this saccharine, blissful pleasure, gently riding out the afterglow like all that mattered in the world was them and them alone.
“I love you so much,” Yosuke announced dizzily, and Yu pressed his lips to Yosuke’s cheek, smiling against his skin. It’s ticklish, and he laughed, enjoying the leisurely attention as he watched Yu give him another and another, as if, for all the kisses he had already gifted Yosuke, it still wasn’t enough for Yu. In a way, it wasn’t — Yosuke knew he wouldn’t be satiated even if Yu gave him as many kisses as there were stars in the sky, and his heart was effervescent with affection, “I really, really do love you.”
“Me too,” Yu replied, tender and sweet in both expression and voice, and Yosuke only giggled. The cum on his body was beginning to cool, drying to a sticky film, and Yosuke finally let Yu pull himself out. He tumbled over, rolling to Yu’s side so he could face him, brushing aside sweat-damp hair and placing a palm on Yu’s cheek.
“You’ve said,” Yosuke grinned, the happiness inside him overflowing as he tangled their legs together, “but I like hearing it anyway. I just hope this isn’t your idea of relaxation with everyone else.”
“Of course not,” Yu huffed, but he was smiling still when their lips met again, just one of several millions more, “it’s only for you.”