[ Yu would remember they're in public, on a random street, where anyone can see them. Yu would remember that one of the most important things to Yosuke is his image. There's less cause for concern here - he's not the Junes boy now, just Yosuke - but Yu would suspect that old habits die hard.
It's not that Shadow Yu doesn't remember. It's just that he can't stop.
He is the Shadow.
The true self.
And Yu cares about Yosuke more than anything. In a way that, at the moment, means he's positively overloaded with Yosuke's heat and nearness and taste. He might die if he stopped kissing his best friend right now. His emotional short circuiting over this kiss, the slide of their lips, the soft wet sounds their mouths make together, is overriding all else.
Besides. Shadows aren't known for their thoughtfulness and altruism, no matter who they belong to.
So he takes the opportunity offered to him and presses in, his tongue slipping into Yosuke's mouth. It's a little tentative, but no less needy than anything else he does. His mouth tastes like whatever he had for lunch and soda and something that Yu can't name, and he knows it for what it is: a taste entirely unique to Yosuke. The realization makes him lightheaded with desire. Not sexual desire, not really, (not yet). Just an overpowering want for this person, this amazing, wonderful person. It feels like his chest might collapse and implode over the intensity of his need for Yosuke.
Yu lifts one of his hands, letting his fingers touch and stroke Yosuke's neck before they slide into the hair at his nape. Cupping Yosuke's head gives him more leverage, lets him tilt his head at the perfect angle to make this kiss as deep and satisfying as he needs it to be.
It's good. This, what they're doing -- it's a little too good. ]
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It's not that Shadow Yu doesn't remember. It's just that he can't stop.
He is the Shadow.
The true self.
And Yu cares about Yosuke more than anything. In a way that, at the moment, means he's positively overloaded with Yosuke's heat and nearness and taste. He might die if he stopped kissing his best friend right now. His emotional short circuiting over this kiss, the slide of their lips, the soft wet sounds their mouths make together, is overriding all else.
Besides. Shadows aren't known for their thoughtfulness and altruism, no matter who they belong to.
So he takes the opportunity offered to him and presses in, his tongue slipping into Yosuke's mouth. It's a little tentative, but no less needy than anything else he does. His mouth tastes like whatever he had for lunch and soda and something that Yu can't name, and he knows it for what it is: a taste entirely unique to Yosuke. The realization makes him lightheaded with desire. Not sexual desire, not really, (not yet). Just an overpowering want for this person, this amazing, wonderful person. It feels like his chest might collapse and implode over the intensity of his need for Yosuke.
Yu lifts one of his hands, letting his fingers touch and stroke Yosuke's neck before they slide into the hair at his nape. Cupping Yosuke's head gives him more leverage, lets him tilt his head at the perfect angle to make this kiss as deep and satisfying as he needs it to be.
It's good. This, what they're doing -- it's a little too good. ]