This time Yu doesn't even reply. Not verbally, anyway. He lifts his head, and the look in his eyes is maybe surprisingly intense. He wastes scant few seconds before leaning in to steal another kiss, and this one isn't one of the short, fluttery sweet ones he was pressing to Yosuke's skin before. This is hunger and heat. Again, it's an immediately open-mouthed kiss, because he feels a driving need to be able to taste Yosuke, to tangle them together so passionately and so deeply that they both forget where one ends and the other begins.
Kissing like this stokes the low-burning embers in his gut to a sudden roaring flame.
Are they too different?
Are they ultimately alike?
They can dwell on it all they want, but Yu knows how he feels.
He is falling in love with Yosuke. He can't kid himself. He can't pretend the way his heart twists when they're tangled up like this is anything less than true emotion. That the dull, survivable, ignorable, even, but constant ache he feels when they're apart doesn't imply some damning things about how he feels. Hearing Yosuke echo his words like that, i like you too, a lot, makes his skin burn.
This is how he feels. He's confident of that.
He's more confident than anything that Yosuke is what, who, he wants.
Now he yanks them flush. His fingers press hard into Yosuke's waist, not enough to hurt or bruise, but enough that you'd be able to see the impressions of his fingertips when he let go, that Yosuke can make no mistake about how much Yu wants him. ]
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This time Yu doesn't even reply. Not verbally, anyway. He lifts his head, and the look in his eyes is maybe surprisingly intense. He wastes scant few seconds before leaning in to steal another kiss, and this one isn't one of the short, fluttery sweet ones he was pressing to Yosuke's skin before. This is hunger and heat. Again, it's an immediately open-mouthed kiss, because he feels a driving need to be able to taste Yosuke, to tangle them together so passionately and so deeply that they both forget where one ends and the other begins.
Kissing like this stokes the low-burning embers in his gut to a sudden roaring flame.
Are they too different?
Are they ultimately alike?
They can dwell on it all they want, but Yu knows how he feels.
He is falling in love with Yosuke. He can't kid himself. He can't pretend the way his heart twists when they're tangled up like this is anything less than true emotion. That the dull, survivable, ignorable, even, but constant ache he feels when they're apart doesn't imply some damning things about how he feels. Hearing Yosuke echo his words like that, i like you too, a lot, makes his skin burn.
This is how he feels. He's confident of that.
He's more confident than anything that Yosuke is what, who, he wants.
Now he yanks them flush. His fingers press hard into Yosuke's waist, not enough to hurt or bruise, but enough that you'd be able to see the impressions of his fingertips when he let go, that Yosuke can make no mistake about how much Yu wants him. ]