[ He does wonder how much value Yosuke gets out of this. He can tell Yosuke likes it, given the way his boyfriend keeps reaching for him, actively seeks him out with hands and lips. He wishes there were... more he could do, some other pleasure he could give to Yosuke, since he knows in this they will be unequal--
--but Yosuke says yes, and Yu hungrily smashes their mouths together, breathing out hard through his nose.
Hopefully that will answer, without words, whether or not he'll like it.
Yu breaks off to pant against Yosuke's lips as he lowers both his hands to his own waistband. He can't take his shorts - or boxer briefs - completely off, because they'll get lost, even though the water under the dock is fairly still. In the end, he slowly opens his fly, and pushes down both sets of fabric just low enough to free his dick. It's fully hard now, thanks to all their touching, to Yu's wild imagination and the implications of the past few minutes as they've started to work towards this. Yu's eyes are open only a sliver, now, his lips parted as he stares at ... nothing, really, though his gaze falls on Yosuke's chest. Both his hands now reach for one of Yosuke's, and carefully, he guides his boyfriend's hand until he can wrap it around his erection, with just the right amount of pressure.
A shuddering, full-body sigh escapes him. ]
Like this, [ he murmurs, not really thinking, and slides Yosuke's hand back and forth over the soft, hot skin of his cock. Some piece of his mind can't believe they're doing this, wonders if he's gone insane or if maybe he's just dreaming, and the rest of him decides not to question it. Instead he'll guide Yosuke's hand like that, languidly jerking off his dick, until at whatever point Yosuke starts to do it himself. His face he tucks into Yosuke's neck, and without much of a pause, he bites down lightly, latching on, wanting to suck and wondering if he should.
(Will Yosuke get in trouble if he leaves hickies...?) ]
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--but Yosuke says yes, and Yu hungrily smashes their mouths together, breathing out hard through his nose.
Hopefully that will answer, without words, whether or not he'll like it.
Yu breaks off to pant against Yosuke's lips as he lowers both his hands to his own waistband. He can't take his shorts - or boxer briefs - completely off, because they'll get lost, even though the water under the dock is fairly still. In the end, he slowly opens his fly, and pushes down both sets of fabric just low enough to free his dick. It's fully hard now, thanks to all their touching, to Yu's wild imagination and the implications of the past few minutes as they've started to work towards this. Yu's eyes are open only a sliver, now, his lips parted as he stares at ... nothing, really, though his gaze falls on Yosuke's chest. Both his hands now reach for one of Yosuke's, and carefully, he guides his boyfriend's hand until he can wrap it around his erection, with just the right amount of pressure.
A shuddering, full-body sigh escapes him. ]
Like this, [ he murmurs, not really thinking, and slides Yosuke's hand back and forth over the soft, hot skin of his cock. Some piece of his mind can't believe they're doing this, wonders if he's gone insane or if maybe he's just dreaming, and the rest of him decides not to question it. Instead he'll guide Yosuke's hand like that, languidly jerking off his dick, until at whatever point Yosuke starts to do it himself. His face he tucks into Yosuke's neck, and without much of a pause, he bites down lightly, latching on, wanting to suck and wondering if he should.
(Will Yosuke get in trouble if he leaves hickies...?) ]