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paradis2016-01-22 06:17 pm
covenantal) wrote in paradis2016-01-22 06:17 pm
your affection, your affection / taking pride from fear
[ It's been a week.
After that first explosive coming together, sparks under their skin, sweat and spit and come and the realization that maybe this was something they could be together after all... nothing. Sure, they'd messed around once more that night, still riding high on aphrodisiacs and the realization that that planet's nights were hours longer than their own circadian rhythms were accustomed to. But once morning had finally risen and they hadn't quite looked at each other as they'd gotten up to use the shower (though that wasn't quite true; Yu had looked at Yosuke not looking at him), they'd simply left the planet and not discussed it since. Or if they had, it had simply been Yosuke laughing that high-pitched nervous laugh of his, saying "What a weird place, huh partner?" and brushing past the topic.
And Yu had started to worry.
He'd known even while they were in the middle of things, even when Yosuke was shouting and moaning and purring his name (moments he thought about a good deal in private the following week), that this was never something Yosuke would have let happen without encouragement. (Encouragement Yu had snuck two bottles of back onto the ship with them. Good lord, but what was happening to him? He'd left money for it, or tried. He was going to hell. Directly to hell.) Yosuke... even if he'd seemed to enjoy it, even if he'd been the one to reach out and get Yu off once his own turn was over... was he okay with what had happened? Had he felt forced into it after all?
The more time that went by, the worse he started to feel. Had he coerced his boyfriend into sex by not deescalating when he had the chance?
After a whole week of silence on the issue, no matter how casual Yosuke tried to act, Yu couldn't take it anymore. He forced his feet to take him to the entrance to the cockpit, where for a long moment he watched his partner's back as Yosuke deftly navigated them through the stars.
Then he took the copilot's seat, a place he took up more and more often, and tilted his head to give Yosuke an unusually serious look. ]
Yosuke. We should talk.
After that first explosive coming together, sparks under their skin, sweat and spit and come and the realization that maybe this was something they could be together after all... nothing. Sure, they'd messed around once more that night, still riding high on aphrodisiacs and the realization that that planet's nights were hours longer than their own circadian rhythms were accustomed to. But once morning had finally risen and they hadn't quite looked at each other as they'd gotten up to use the shower (though that wasn't quite true; Yu had looked at Yosuke not looking at him), they'd simply left the planet and not discussed it since. Or if they had, it had simply been Yosuke laughing that high-pitched nervous laugh of his, saying "What a weird place, huh partner?" and brushing past the topic.
And Yu had started to worry.
He'd known even while they were in the middle of things, even when Yosuke was shouting and moaning and purring his name (moments he thought about a good deal in private the following week), that this was never something Yosuke would have let happen without encouragement. (Encouragement Yu had snuck two bottles of back onto the ship with them. Good lord, but what was happening to him? He'd left money for it, or tried. He was going to hell. Directly to hell.) Yosuke... even if he'd seemed to enjoy it, even if he'd been the one to reach out and get Yu off once his own turn was over... was he okay with what had happened? Had he felt forced into it after all?
The more time that went by, the worse he started to feel. Had he coerced his boyfriend into sex by not deescalating when he had the chance?
After a whole week of silence on the issue, no matter how casual Yosuke tried to act, Yu couldn't take it anymore. He forced his feet to take him to the entrance to the cockpit, where for a long moment he watched his partner's back as Yosuke deftly navigated them through the stars.
Then he took the copilot's seat, a place he took up more and more often, and tilted his head to give Yosuke an unusually serious look. ]
Yosuke. We should talk.