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[ it’s his first time trying this, but he thinks this is how it’s done. this is how it feels to fixate on a spot and work at it until there’s a reminder of him on yoshi’s skin

he… really likes the idea of that, actually ]

Or… you could get lost in me? [ against his skin with a last suckling kiss where a deep red mark blooms ] … Sorry, I should have asked first. But, ah, can I leave more?

[His fingers seek out that little mark. A reminder, a badge-

He belongs to Akira.

There is somewhere, someone in this world that even he can belong to.]

...Yeah. I like them.

[His memories may be muddled, may be stolen, but hopefully the marks left as evidence of Akira's love will remain.

A beat. And then:]

...Would it be easier if I removed the robes?

[He can't really get much more flushed than he already is.]

[ sharp, dark eyes follow yoshi’s fingers. his mark looks good on him ]

… In what way? Easier access? Yeah. Easier to cover up after, sure. Definitely… not easier on me.

[ honesty point one. a slight shrug ]

I’m already kind of - uh. [ honesty point two. he had already been expecting some solo time in the bathroom once they’d started - and that was just with the kissing ] So you can, if you want. I don’t really know what happens beyond this - or how to do anything. I don’t know if you do?

[He can't get any redder but he can duck his head down in embarrassment.]

I, um. Don't know much either, but...

...

There'salotofstuffontheinternet?

[ pressing a kiss to that white whorl of hair after yoshi ducks his head. it’s too cute, sorry. deto had to ]

So… [ he lets that mouthful of a sentence marinate in his mind for a bit. ] You’ve seen stuff on the internet about this.

Only in 2D, but...

[He's a teenager holed up in his room all the time with access to the Internet and all the doujin posted there,,,,,,]

About two guys? At night, did you…? … Do you…?

[Please Akira he's going to die on the spot. Excuse him he needs to bury his face in his hands.]

I read a lot of stuff... P-pretty much any combination you can think of...

[Somebody sure did lie about his age on the Internet. Criminal.]

[ hey, no, none of that now - he brushes yoshi’s hands away to kiss him on the nose, affectionate. then draws him in for a deeper kiss, wet and all heat. listening to all this, learning what yoshi did - does in private has deto, quite frankly, turned on like hell ]

… Wow. Wow. Tell me? Teach me what we can do. What you want. [ his fingers dance across the hem of yoshi’s robes. ] Show me how to touch you in the way you like.

[His face is going to overheat and he's going to crash like a computer with dying fans at this rate. When Akira leans in for a kiss, Yoshi doesn't seem to mind just how heated it gets in the slightest; contributes, even, a funnel for the mess of desire in his head as he inevitably thinks back to what he's read, considers how to make that as real as possible in virtual reality.]

U-um...

[How did he end up being the one with the (alleged) know-how here... there's another embarrassed smile, his face really just does not know what to do right now.]

I don't... really know how it translates to video games, but...

[Normally there's certain steps beforehand he's pretty sure, safety and all that, but he hasn't seen any items or options that indicated that was necessary s... so...

Still very red, he's just gonna. Scoot himself fully onto the bed.]

Um... you turned off the nudity censor, right?

[He assumes everyone had to do that if they wanted a proper shower by now, but best to check.]

Yeah, I did.

[ (the first time he had showered with them on? wild.)

as far as deto is concerned, yoshi’s face is perfect. every expression draws his eyes effortlessly. yet it’s yoshi’s words that demands all of his concentration. each and every word taken in and considered seriously; and he prefers it that way, wants to hear everything the other boy has to say. ]

Just - ah, before we do anything, just let me say that: if you’re unsure, or uh, if you change your mind, we can stop at any point.

… Even if it looks like I want to keep going, okay? [ he can admit to them both that, if they go any further, he might have a hard time holding back. teenage hormones and struck dumb by love. but he will if he has to for yoshi. he’ll stop. he will. ] I can wait.

I’m not gonna stop liking you.

[Giving a shaky nod.]

...I want to. [He's warm all over, and definitely not just from embarrassment.] But I don't really know what I'm doing either?

[There is absolutely no way a good portion of those doujin were anywhere close to reality.]

...I want to get even closer, though. Just kissing doesn't really feel close enough...

[His voice quiets as his gaze drops again. Is. Is he really allowed to want all of this...?]

Heh, I don’t know if we’ll ever be close enough? I’m… greedy for all of you, all the time.

[ he’s been trying not to be that needy boyfriend, demanding all of yoshi’s time. but it’s agonizing to hold back sometimes.

he puts one knee on the bed and takes a breath. steadying his heart, already promising himself to make sure he puts yoshi’s needs first, in case the other boy has trouble voicing anything. the other knee joins and he’s crawling over to yoshi.

when he’s close enough, he nudges yoshi’s chin up and smiles quietly at him. ]

Do you want me to start? Should I help you?

[It's easy enough to get him to look up again - even with his head tipped down, he can't help but follow Akira with his gaze, his own body settling back on his bed even if there's still an undeniable nervous tension.

Did Akira know the ears of his hood form angel wings behind him when it's down? Because it's rather apparent when he lays back like this, hood pinned to the bed behind him.

He swallows hard - nods.]

Y-yeah. ...Please.

[Wanting touch, not knowing where to begin, not knowing how much is derserved-- he's too distracted by his own thoughts again, and he can't get them to stop.]

You’re so pretty. Did you know?

[ especially laid out like this, flushed and soft and angelic. all for him

deto shifts so he hovers over yoshi, a canopy of angular limbs and a mess of dark hair. one leg nudges between yoshi’s - if they start off already pressed close, maybe that’ll make things easier? harder to take things off, but no time to wonder when. ruling out any irrational thoughts that deto might not want to touch yoshi like this if he sees all of him. irrational, silly - as if deto hasn’t wanted to be closer since yoshi opened his mouth for him

he feels - stuffy. the heat of desire, which had been tempered by their little chat, flares up again. his gakuran is the first to go, shrugged off his shoulders. it slides off and lands to the side somewhere. next he works the buttons of this dress shirt starting at the collar, deft fingers slipping them undone one by one

this close, it’s just a short reach if yoshi wants to help ]

...So are you.

[His thumb finds that mole on the side of Akira's face, away from the other two, brushing briefly over it before his hands move to help with the lower buttons. It's impossible to ignore that knee between his legs and the warmth in that area in particular, but his own robes can be dealt with later, a single clasp and then a button down under that.]

[ he disagrees. the interest he has in his own looks (or anyone not named nanase yoshi) is in the negatives, but yoshi’s compliments gets a quick flash of an embarrassed grin right into a kiss. it seems like every other line, he’s going to have to kiss yoshi. that’s just the way it has to be, he decides

if yoshi has the rest of his buttons, then he’ll leave that to him. his mouth and fingers focus on yoshi’s neck instead; mouth at a spot opposite of where he left the first mark and fingers on the bunny clasp. there’s a murmured cute, before the clasp is blindly unhooked ]

… Do these… disappear?

[ not that it stops him from a second attempt ]

[It's a bit of an odd position, trying to tilt his head to give Akira better access while still being able to see what he's doing with the buttons. Hopefully he can be forgiven for fumbling them a bit, partially due to line of sight and mostly out of distraction at the feeling of Akira's mouth at his neck.]

Mm... dunno. Maybe if I heal...?

[He can probably put off healing himself for a while; ideally he wouldn't be injured and need it in the first place, given his class.

His fingers finally figure out the last button, and he traces the fabric to Akira's shoulders, lifting to help him out of it once he's willing to move.]

[ what if he just left it like this, shirt completely unbuttoned, hanging off his shoulders? just so he doesn’t have to pull away from yoshi, or stop in his mission to disrobe him one tantalizing button at a time

but that wouldn’t be fair, would it? deto wants everything between them to be even, to give and receive in equal amounts ]

Even if you do, that just means I’ll get to do this again. And again.

[ the marks are beautiful on his skin, but having the privilege of receiving enough of yoshi’s trust to be this close and touch him where he’s vulnerable? that’s something else

he pulls back briefly, removing his shirt in a rustle of impatience. the shirt is tossed aside, and deto’s already diving back in before it hits the bed. even though he’s just an inch taller, his body is stronger than yoshi’s, lean muscle and strong bones. it’s clear he’s not done growing, even through his character’s avatar ]

[Nanashi's slight, slender frame certainly speaks to the lack of exercise in his life, understandably. On the other hand, that does mean that as Akira works at his clothes, the more it reveals that pristine canvas to leave however many marks he'd like.]

...What if I heal it right afterwards?

[In a tone that could just be joking, but judging by the way his breaths pick up each time, might in fact not be.]

… What do you think I’ll say to that?

[ deto would press him down on the bed and mark him up all day if he had to, and all night if yoshi allowed. that type of leisure intimacy, just the two of them together in bed, in the shower, or even in a corner somewhere - his body doesn’t hide its reaction to the idea of it all. and he nudges up against yoshi to show him that

oh - not even expecting how that would feel -

his fingers fumble the next button, and he has to stop and take in a shaky breath ]

[Oh.

There's a very slight pause, and then he's fumbling at the clothes himself, trying to help.]

U-um- I could just get the pants off-

[ he’s heard that the act of taking off a woman’s clothes is very sexy, and this was - at parts. but with all the fumbling, it’s also… cute and very unsexy at the same time. deto’s breathless laugh is caught between amusement and heightened lust. here’s deto, hair all over the place, barechested with a tent in his pants - practically in his school uniform. then there’s yoshi, partially undressed, white and pink all over and so damn endearing and gorgeous

it’s just. fun. everything is fun with him ]

I would love to take your pants off. And everything else, too.

[ willingly pulling back to help with the rest, then he’ll take care of his own pants, too ]

[There's one of those blank looks of utter confusion, head tilting as though it could help him ascertain where, exactly, he messed up, before he relaxes again.]

...I just didn't want you to have to wait on me.

[...Is what he says. But as he sits up a bit to work off his pants, it's readily evident that all the layers were his saving grace here - his breaths aren't quite even, occasionally hitching when skin brushes up against skin, trying to settle again, to avoid squirming too much in anticipation.]

You know… [ he stares - words stuttering to a halt, mouth clicking shut. there’s just so much skin showing. …does he even have his own pants off yet? he’s not sure - he can’t focus. is it normal to want someone this much? ] I-I…

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