Homecoming 3/3
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December 5 2011, 07:14:53 UTC
Souji's hand traced down Yosuke's neck and circled his nipples. Yosuke squirmed hard and Souji smiled. He had forgotten how sensitive Yosuke was there. He rubbed at Yosuke's nipples with the pads of his fingers and kissed him softly when he started to pant. Yosuke rocked against him, just once, and Souji began to move, feeling his hips slide against Yosuke's inner thighs. He was so soft there; Souji wished his hands were free so that he could touch him, feel him, spread Yosuke's legs wider and see how hard he was. He could feel Yosuke's cock against his skin when he moved over him, leaking precome, and Yosuke was squirming, desperately seeking friction. Souji knew he needed a better position but he liked being this close, liked being able to see Yosuke's eyelashes flutter when something felt particularly good, liked seeing the subtle flush in his cheeks as he got closer.
Yosuke gasped and tilted his head back, his breath coming in short, quick pants. Souji shuddered above him, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up so that he could see Yosuke's face, and Yosuke hooked his leg around one of Souji's thighs, pulling him down. Souji's full weight was on him then, his thrusts slowed, and he fumbled for Yosuke's hand, finding it and twining their fingers together on the pillow. Yosuke spread his legs wider for him and his foot knocked his stereo remote off the futon, onto the floor, and Yosuke made out the sound of his speakers turning on, though they seemed miles away. Souji laughed, turned Yosuke's face toward his with his free hand and kissed him, kissed him so slow and so deep that Yosuke could hardly breathe
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Yosuke wrapped his arms around Souji's shoulders and held him there against him, Souji's cock still pressed up inside him, and Souji pulled him against his chest, barely moving. He could feel Yosuke's heart beating just under his skin and rolled his hips gently, felt it race. "Let me make you come," he whispered, his lips pressed to Yosuke's ear, and Yosuke nodded, spread himself out on the futon and let Souji have him.
Souji's thrusts were deep, so deep Yosuke wondered how they'd ever separate and found he didn't care. Souji's lips were on his jawline, his throat, his shoulder, and Yosuke could hardly keep his eyes open, could only gasp Souji's name and feel him inside him. He tried to tell Souji he was about to come but couldn't find the words, could only squeeze his hand and moan breathlessly for him. Souji lifted Yosuke's legs over his shoulders and Yosuke's toes curled as he came, his fingers catching on the sheets and on Souji's skin. Souji could feel Yosuke's come on his stomach and on his hips and he wished he could see it there. He knew Yosuke liked it when he let him ride it out with his cock still hard inside him but he couldn't last, could barely wait for Yosuke to finish before burying his face in the crook of Yosuke's shoulder and letting go with a loud groan.
Yosuke made a tiny noise and it was the best either of them could manage. Souji turned to kiss him and he thought the sight of Yosuke's tired, sated face on the pillow beside him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "I love you," he whispered, and Yosuke smiled softly without opening his eyes. "Miss hearing you say that," he murmured, and Souji gently brushed the bangs from his forehead. "Miss being able to tell you," Souji replied, and pressed another kiss there. They were both a sticky mess but Souji didn't care and he didn't think Yosuke did either.
Yosuke nuzzled into his neck and Souji felt his lips curve into a smile. "Stay here, partner. Stay with me." Souji wrapped his arms around him and matched Yosuke's smile with one of his own. "There's a reason I never told you when I was leaving this time." He looked down to see Yosuke's reaction and found him already asleep. Souji kept smiling and closed his eyes. Anything else he had to say could wait. Right now, this was enough.
Yosuke gasped and tilted his head back, his breath coming in short, quick pants. Souji shuddered above him, his arms trembling with the effort of holding himself up so that he could see Yosuke's face, and Yosuke hooked his leg around one of Souji's thighs, pulling him down. Souji's full weight was on him then, his thrusts slowed, and he fumbled for Yosuke's hand, finding it and twining their fingers together on the pillow. Yosuke spread his legs wider for him and his foot knocked his stereo remote off the futon, onto the floor, and Yosuke made out the sound of his speakers turning on, though they seemed miles away. Souji laughed, turned Yosuke's face toward his with his free hand and kissed him, kissed him so slow and so deep that Yosuke could hardly breathe
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Yosuke wrapped his arms around Souji's shoulders and held him there against him, Souji's cock still pressed up inside him, and Souji pulled him against his chest, barely moving. He could feel Yosuke's heart beating just under his skin and rolled his hips gently, felt it race. "Let me make you come," he whispered, his lips pressed to Yosuke's ear, and Yosuke nodded, spread himself out on the futon and let Souji have him.
Souji's thrusts were deep, so deep Yosuke wondered how they'd ever separate and found he didn't care. Souji's lips were on his jawline, his throat, his shoulder, and Yosuke could hardly keep his eyes open, could only gasp Souji's name and feel him inside him. He tried to tell Souji he was about to come but couldn't find the words, could only squeeze his hand and moan breathlessly for him. Souji lifted Yosuke's legs over his shoulders and Yosuke's toes curled as he came, his fingers catching on the sheets and on Souji's skin. Souji could feel Yosuke's come on his stomach and on his hips and he wished he could see it there. He knew Yosuke liked it when he let him ride it out with his cock still hard inside him but he couldn't last, could barely wait for Yosuke to finish before burying his face in the crook of Yosuke's shoulder and letting go with a loud groan.
Yosuke made a tiny noise and it was the best either of them could manage. Souji turned to kiss him and he thought the sight of Yosuke's tired, sated face on the pillow beside him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "I love you," he whispered, and Yosuke smiled softly without opening his eyes. "Miss hearing you say that," he murmured, and Souji gently brushed the bangs from his forehead. "Miss being able to tell you," Souji replied, and pressed another kiss there. They were both a sticky mess but Souji didn't care and he didn't think Yosuke did either.
Yosuke nuzzled into his neck and Souji felt his lips curve into a smile. "Stay here, partner. Stay with me." Souji wrapped his arms around him and matched Yosuke's smile with one of his own. "There's a reason I never told you when I was leaving this time." He looked down to see Yosuke's reaction and found him already asleep. Souji kept smiling and closed his eyes. Anything else he had to say could wait. Right now, this was enough.
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