[ Yosuke biting back at him was more than he was prepared for. This time it's Yu to make the little sighs and sounds, just a few, and only the last one that escapes him is voiced, a low but melty almost-moan. He has tbe absurd impulse to bite Yosuke everywhere, to suck on his skin and leave marks.
The heat, Yosuke's tongue sliding against his own, all this exposed skin, it's too much. Yu's hands climb up Yosuke's back and his nails dig in just a little and his chest stutters just as he fails to resist the urge to twitch his hips, pressing them into Yosuke's. (Or, well, the general area where Yosuke's hips would be, if he had legs.)
When a hiss escapes him, when it feels much better than it should, Yu finally realizes he has a problem.
With a startled, cut off noise, he abruptly pulls back, his eyes wide as his face floods with heat. He's ... oh god. He's not... it's not completely... but it's still-- there's no way Yosuke didn't notice. Mortified, Yu presses a hand over his mouth and reintroduces a little space between their bodies by gripping Yosuke's shoulder with his other hand and physically moving the two of them slightly apart. Some piece of his mind gives him the intense desire to try and ... cover up what's happening, and the hand over his mouth twitches as if it would move, but he catches himself at the last second. Yosuke... will he even know what it means? Probably not.
... still-- ]
S-sorry, [ he chokes out from between splayed fingers. ] I...I got ... a little carried away.
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The heat, Yosuke's tongue sliding against his own, all this exposed skin, it's too much. Yu's hands climb up Yosuke's back and his nails dig in just a little and his chest stutters just as he fails to resist the urge to twitch his hips, pressing them into Yosuke's. (Or, well, the general area where Yosuke's hips would be, if he had legs.)
When a hiss escapes him, when it feels much better than it should, Yu finally realizes he has a problem.
With a startled, cut off noise, he abruptly pulls back, his eyes wide as his face floods with heat. He's ... oh god. He's not... it's not completely... but it's still-- there's no way Yosuke didn't notice. Mortified, Yu presses a hand over his mouth and reintroduces a little space between their bodies by gripping Yosuke's shoulder with his other hand and physically moving the two of them slightly apart. Some piece of his mind gives him the intense desire to try and ... cover up what's happening, and the hand over his mouth twitches as if it would move, but he catches himself at the last second. Yosuke... will he even know what it means? Probably not.
... still-- ]
S-sorry, [ he chokes out from between splayed fingers. ] I...I got ... a little carried away.
[ kill him. ]