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“Yu, this is really embarrassing…”
“Why? You just bathed.”
“I know, and it’s not that. It’s just… weird.”
“Mm, well, don’t overthink it. Actually, try not to think at all.”
“Pfft, easy to say when you’re not the one with his ass in the air.”
“I can be next time if you want.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Yosuke huffs into the pillow he’s face-planted into as he replays his most recent conversation with Yu in his mind. Specifically, the part about overthinking.
Which he’s not supposed to be doing. Per Yu’s advice, he’s supposed to be relaxing and getting comfortable with the cushion propping up his hips – not (over)thinking.
Yet somehow here he is thinking about thinking.
Thankfully, before Yosuke’s thoughts spiral into the abstract, Yu starts speaking right next to his ear and distracts him out of them.
“I’m going to start touching you now,” he says in a low and intimate voice. He rests a palm against Yosuke’s lower back. “You’re still okay with this, right?”
Yu’s palm is warm and soothing against Yosuke’s skin; his touch turns out to be a better, quicker route to relaxation than Yosuke trying to think himself there. Yosuke nods against his pillow before he remembers, oh yeah, words.
“‘m good,” he clarifies.
“Good,” Yu murmurs, pressing a kiss to the skin behind Yosuke’s ear. “I know you’ll love it.”
The confidence in Yu’s voice makes Yosuke shiver and stirs up his interest in what’s to come. Even though this is their first time trying this specific act, Yu is still deeply familiar with his body and has played him like a fiddle before.
Yosuke doesn’t doubt he could do it again. Still, he jokingly says, “I better.”
Their bed dips as Yu settles behind him with a gently amused snort. Just his proximity, the closeness of his body heat, is enough to raise goosebumps all along Yosuke’s body. There’s no telling how or where Yu’s going to touch him first and anticipation blankets him like an aura, tangible yet unseen.
Despite himself, Yosuke jerks, startled, when Yu’s hands land squarely on the swell of his ass.
“Relax, Yosuke,” Yu reminds him, firmly and appreciatively groping both cheeks.
“I know, I know. I am.” Yosuke breathes deeply in and out, partially for show – he’s as relaxed as he’s going to get! – and says, “See?”
“Alright. Remember to stop me if it feels bad.”
“Yu.”
Yosuke rolls his eyes even though Yu can’t see his face. Why is Yu acting like they’ve never done anything together before? Mercifully, Yosuke’s tone of voice and the impatience underpinning it is enough to push Yu along.
He begins by smoothing his palms over Yosuke’s ass cheeks in slow, wide circles, gradually warming all of the skin he can reach. They’re still in known territory, so in seconds, Yosuke’s sigh is one of genuine contentment.
Yu then squeezes and digs his thumbs into the muscle, rhythmically kneading both cheeks, and the pressure makes Yosuke groan into his pillow. Suddenly, there’s tension leaving his body – tension that Yosuke didn’t realize he was holding – melting away under his partner’s capable, calloused fingertips.
A languid, blissful feeling takes root at the base of Yosuke’s spine, spiraling down his legs to his toes and back up again. He doesn’t fight the loosening of his lower body and lets his thighs open wider of their own accord, inviting Yu to approvingly murmur,
“There we go.”
The spread of Yosuke’s legs also invites Yu to move his massage lower. He trails his fingers lightly down the cleft of Yosuke’s ass; traces them across the crease where his thighs and ass meet; then rubs, and gropes, and kneads steadily, down to his inner thigh and back up again.
“Mmm,” Yosuke hums, sinking deeper into the bed. He pays no mind to the way it moves as Yu shifts positions behind him. “Feels really good.”
“Good,” Yu repeats, lying flat on his stomach between Yosuke’s parted legs. Now he’s in the proper range for what he really wants to do.
From this angle, he has a perfect view of Yosuke’s ass, plus a glimpse of his sac. Yu would easily compliment this part of Yosuke too, adoring every inch of him as he does, but words like that only work in reverse to make Yosuke shy and insecure.
So he’ll just have to show him.
Lightly holding on to Yosuke’s hips, Yu licks his lips, then presses a damp kiss to the back of Yosuke’s thigh to start. Yosuke isn’t startled by a new touch this time, simply humming again in pleasure, so Yu drops another little kiss. And another.
He peppers gentle kisses over the backside of Yosuke’s legs, pulling little puffs of laughter from him every time he gets close to his inner thighs. After a minute or two, Yosuke wiggles and says, “C’mon, partner, that tickles!”
“Does it?”
Teasingly, Yu focuses all of his next kisses on Yosuke’s inner thighs and, giggling outright, Yosuke wiggles again, tantalizingly waving his ass in Yu’s face. “Yes!”
“And what about now?” Yu asks with a smile. He wets his lips anew, tentatively presses them Yosuke’s skin, and sucks. When Yosuke laughs again in response, Yu adds pressure and a hint of teeth. Satisfyingly, Yosuke jolts and his laughter morphs into a surprised gasp.
“Hey, hey n– nnn–!”
Yu bites and sucks again abruptly, derailing Yosuke’s thoughts. Whatever he planned to say tapers off into a moan that Yu accepts as encouragement to continue; he happily starts a messy trail of developing hickeys on the way back up to Yosuke’s ass cheeks.
Yosuke wriggles the entire time, finding his dick twitching and stiffening with every love bite Yu gives him. He had no idea that a bit of attention on his thighs would feel so good, or that he would even want them touched at all – but now, every suckling kiss is a microdose of pleasure he wants more of, and by the time Yu’s lips and nose brush over the cleft of his ass, he’s fully hard and primed for anything.
All of his misgivings dissolve when Yu’s mouth latches onto his left cheek, then his right, to suck up another set of reddening marks right along his ass crack. And any remaining embarrassment? Takes a leave of absence entirely when Yu’s thumbs spread his cheeks and his tongue tentatively flicks over his hole.
“Oh,” Yosuke breathes, burying his face in his pillow. He doesn’t have anything to compare it to, the wet, warm feeling of Yu’s tongue on his most private area, but whoa.
“Bad?” Yu asks, moving his thumbs in tiny, soothing circles. His breath ghosts over Yosuke’s damp skin, making him shiver all over.
“No, it’s, um…” Yosuke shifts onto his elbows to look over his shoulder at Yu, who gazes back at him ardently. God, he’s so intense, he can’t help but think, even though his cock is twitching excitedly in response; even though he’s the one now licking his lips and asking, “do it again?”
Obediently, Yu does.
Obediently – without blinking, without breaking eye contact, without any warning – Yu flattens his tongue and drags it slowly, intentionally, across Yosuke’s hole. He’s able to see the moment Yosuke’s flush deepens and reaches his lips; the moment his mouth slackens on a moan, exposing the pink of his tongue; and, right before he drops his head back to the bed, the moment his eyes lose focus in unexpected bliss.
Yu files each one away like a snapshot, greedily cataloging all the ways Yosuke’s body reacts. Quiver, quake, writhe, and grind; Yu plans to figure out how to make him do each and every one, as much as possible.
(It’s only his duty as Yosuke’s partner and boyfriend, after all.)
Yosuke smells of soap and tastes of skin as Yu spreads his cheeks wider to get closer; explore deeper. Purposefully, he laps at the rim; traces the sensitive folds; and gently sucks at the puckered skin. Unhurriedly, Yu drops kisses to the opening; swirls his tongue around it; and pokes the very tip of it inside each time the muscle flutters at his touch. Deliberately, he tightens his grip on Yosuke to prevent the wiggling of his hips; takes a quick breath; and plunges his tongue inside of Yosuke as far as it can go.
“O-oh, oh fuck,” Yosuke stammers through a hot, full body shudder that ripples out from his groin. He tries to open his legs wider; tries to defy Yu’s grasp and push back against his face; and when he can’t, when he realizes that Yu is going to tonguefuck him and all he’s allowed to do is take it – his cock throbs so hard that he spurts precome all over the pillow beneath him.
Humming contentedly, Yu thrusts his tongue in and out, over and over. In, as deep as he can get, curling and twisting with fervor. Out, to lavish Yosuke with long, flat licks and noisy, slurping kisses. His own arousal simmers low in his gut, pushed to the back burner yet consistently fed by Yosuke’s shaking and squirming, and the way he can’t shut up anymore –
“–Yu, partner, oh fuck, oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease –”
– but then Yosuke arches back against him and grips his hair tight, almost punishingly, eager to get more access to his tongue –
“–oh god, I wanna– haah– I wanna come, I wanna come, partner, please –”
– and Yu can’t help but groan against Yosuke’s ass as the simmering desire inside of him spikes to boiling. It makes him reluctant to pause for even a second, fully drunk on his partner’s pleasure, but he does to rasp breathlessly, “go ahead and come,” before pushing his tongue back inside.
“I can’t,” Yosuke whines desperately, trying to bounce himself on Yu’s face. There’s no way to get Yu’s tongue any further inside, but deeper, deeper, more is all he can think about. He needs it deeper; wants it so badly he catches himself drooling for it. All while every nerve in his body is alight with a radiating ecstasy, pulsing outward from his hole; throbbing through his dick; tingling in his fingers and toes and palms and–
“–ohh, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes–” Yosuke moans, stuck on loop as he does finally come, rutting against the pillow underneath him; rocking against Yu’s wet, wiggling tongue; gripping Yu’s hair hard enough to bruise. “Fuck.”
After Yosuke lets go and slumps forward, panting, trembling, and spent, Yu scrambles up behind him to grab him by the hips. With a shaky, gratified sound, he wastes no time sandwiching his dick between Yosuke’s spit-slicked cheeks.
Thrusting urgently, rubbing his whole length across Yosuke’s puffy, damp, sensitive hole, Yu comes in seconds, spilling hot and thick across his lover’s lower back. Several heartbeats stutter by before Yu’s breath returns and he pulls away to flop bonelessly beside Yosuke, who rolls onto his back just as lazily.
“God, I can’t believe that felt so good,” he exhales. “Like, holy shit.”
Yu grins at the ceiling – and at the soreness settling into his jaw.
“Told you.”