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Josuke finds Okuyasu in their bedroom, curled up under the covers with his head buried in his arms. Bad day. He knows it without words. Quietly crossing the room, he sits on the bedside, rubbing gentle circles on Okuyasu's back.
"You okay?" He murmurs.
Okuyasu doesn't lift his head. A small hum comes from below his arms, and he shifts a little, one eye peeking up at Josuke. It's wet, skin around it stained red with crying. Sucking in a breath, Josuke kisses his temple before lying down beside him, cuddling him close. Okuyasu's limbs wrap around him tight, and he feels his shallow breath against his skin. He isn't crying now, at least.
"You wanna talk about it?" Josuke says softly.
Okuyasu takes a while to respond.
"Can't now." It's obvious that the words took a lot of effort. He isn't fully verbal right now. Burrowing his nose against Josuke's neck, Okuyasu mumbles, "Look after me?"
Josuke blinks, but nods. That's more than just a simple question between them: it's Okuyasu's indication that he wants to be dominated. Sometimes he asks for it to get out of a bad mood, but with how upset he seems now, Josuke decides he'll be extra gentle today.
"You remember the signal for 'stop'?" He asks.
"Mm."
"'Kay." Stroking Okuyasu's back, he takes a breath to prepare himself, getting into the zone. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, stronger. "I'm gonna look after you, baby."
Gently, he raises Okuyasu's face from his shoulder, stroking his cheek as he peppers him with kisses. Okuyasu's gaze is lowered, focused on his collarbone, but quickly he closes his eyes and gives in. It's all too hard, and letting Josuke take over is so, so easy. When Josuke's lips meet his, he whimpers, cupping his cheek and pressing closer into the kiss.
"Good boy." Josuke breathes, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure to Okuyasu's gut. He smiles at him warmly, hand tracing his spine. "You're so goddamn lovely, baby."
Okuyasu smiles softly. Bit by bit, his head is beginning to fill with fuzz, blanking out the bad memories and sending him into an empty peace.
"Just relax. You don't gotta think about a thing." Josuke hums, kissing down his jaw. His hand creeps down Okuyasu's back, fingers slipping beneath his waistband. "That's good. You're so calm for me, baby. So, so good."
Josuke rocks his hips into him, slow but firm, as he kisses him again. It's long and hungry, lips moving against Okuyasu's with more and more vigour, tongue licking in. Josuke's hand reaches his ass, and he wraps a leg around him, holding him tight as his hips start to grind faster and faster.
"That good, gorgeous?" Josuke pants against his lips, ducking in for another kiss before pulling away again. "You feel so fuckin' good. You're so pretty. Look what you're doing to me, baby."
He rolls his hips up slowly, pointedly. Okuyasu can feel how hard he's getting. He shudders, stomach spilling full of warmth.
"S'good." He manages to mumble, but Josuke presses a finger to his lips, shushing him.
"You don't gotta talk, baby. Don't worry about talking. You don't gotta do anything but feel good."
Okuyasu nods, kissing his finger, and when Josuke gives him another 'good boy' it makes him squeeze his eyes shut with pleasure. He can feel himself stiffening, dick grinding against Josuke's and sending a constant stream of heat up his spine. It floods into his brain, wiping it clean. Okuyasu can feel himself going limp, letting go. Josuke slides his bottoms down, pulls his top off him, and Okuyasu just lies there like a doll, smiling dazedly. Shooting him a warm smile back, Josuke sits up and reaches for the lube on the bedside table.
"I'm gonna stretch you out now. Just need you to relax, okay, beautiful? I'll make sure it doesn't hurt for you." Josuke lies back down, and Okuyasu quickly cuddles him again. He feels safer like that, wrapped around him. Josuke strokes his hair fondly. "I've got you, baby. You're all good. Just use that pretty voice of yours to show me how good you feel."
He lubes up his fingers, then spreads a generous dollop around the entrance of Okuyasu's hole. Okuyasu twitches a little at the cool feeling, but just nuzzles Josuke tighter. Josuke will take care of everything. Josuke knows what to do. As one finger slowly pushes into him, he tenses, and it's quickly pushed back out.
"It's okay." Josuke murmurs. He tangles his free hand into Okuyasu's hair, massaging his scalp. "I'm not gonna let it hurt you. Just relax and lemme press in."
Okuyasu hums, trying to loosen up. Soon, the finger is pushing into him again, but Josuke's lips are on his neck, kissing and whispering encouragement, and it's enough for Okuyasu to just sink. He closes his eyes, brain filled with static like he's floating at the centre of a lake. It's nice. So nice. Josuke's gentle voice pulls him out of it, like waking up to the sun on your skin.
"You've taken it all, baby. You're so good. You're so fuckin' brave."
Okuyasu smiles, tears starting to spill down his cheeks. Josuke kisses away each drop, gazing at him adoringly.
"You're so lovely. So, so lovely. I'm so glad I'm with you, Okuyasu."
Okuyasu's stomach flips, heat pooling down at the bottom of his guts. Instinctively, he rocks back into Josuke's hand, drawing a laugh.
"You want me to move, baby? I've got you. We'll take it nice and slow so nothing hurts."
Slowly, Josuke thrusts his finger in and out of him, hooking it to knead the sweet spot just inside. Okuyasu squirms in his arms, letting out a constant stream of little whimpers and moans, each met with more praise and kisses from Josuke. Okuyasu's never felt so good. The tears keep falling, and as Josuke pushes in another finger, then another, the overwhelming pleasure only makes Okuyasu cry harder. He's so, so hard. His hips are rutting back and forth blindly, chasing the pleasure of Josuke's fingers and his stiff dick against his own. Josuke kisses him, and Okuyasu kisses back hard, so hard their teeth click together. He's lost, adrift– everything is Josuke. Sight, sound, touch, taste– Josuke, Josuke, Josuke. He wishes he could drown in him, so he'd feel this good forever.
Josuke slowly slips his fingers out of him, massaging the rim of his asshole. A few more soft kisses, and he adjusts their position, lifting Okuyasu's leg up around his waist. Okuyasu feels the head of his throbbing dick against his ass, and he sighs, nuzzling into Josuke's neck.
"I'm gonna put it inside you, gorgeous." Josuke murmurs, rubbing his back. "Get ready, okay? I tried to prep you as much as I could, but it might be a bit of a squeeze."
He pours another generous helping of lube, slicking up his dick, and spreading it inside Okuyasu's ass with two fingers. With a soft grunt, Josuke grabs his hips, then slowly starts to press inside.
It hurts. It's not the worst, but it hurts, and Okuyasu lets out a strangled sob that stops Josuke right in his tracks. He slips out again, but Okuyasu shakes his head, tugging their hips together.
"Okay, baby?" Josuke asks. When Okuyasu nods, he lets out a relieved sigh, kissing him softly on the mouth. "You're being so, so brave for me. I'm gonna make sure you feel really good from this. I'm gonna take care of you."
Okuyasu lets out a pleased murmur, kissing his collarbone. When Josuke penetrates him again, he bites back any sound, just focusing on the feeling of his arms around him, of his soft lips against his skin. He goes limp. Josuke pushes further and further inside him, and it just feels more and more right. This is how they should be: connected. As close as two people can get. He loves how Josuke needs him like this, how he wants him like this. He wants to be wanted. And when Josuke bottoms out inside him, he's never felt more loved.
"You feel so good, gorgeous. So tight." Josuke pants, voice ragged and shaky with lust. His eyes meet Okuyasu's, dark and heady. "Fuck, I love you."
Okuyasu swallows, heart pounding. He wants to say it back, feels he has the strength to now– but Josuke told him not to speak. And he wants to be good for Josuke. He wants to hear him say he's good.
So instead, he kisses him, sloppy and overeager. His tongue ducks into Josuke's mouth, and Josuke presses back, moaning lowly into his open mouth. Okuyasu feels him start to thrust shallowly, and he rocks his hips to his tempo, whining at the feeling of his dick grinding between their stomachs. He's leaking precum all over Josuke's shirt, but Josuke doesn't seem to care. In fact, when he notices the wet patch he just groans and picks up his pace, tugging in Okuyasu for another messy kiss.
They keep on like that, falling out of time as they both chase their own climaxes, but still feeling good together all the same. Josuke pulls back from their kiss, gasping for breath. His lips are red and swollen, face flushed and eyes burning Okuyasu's when they meet.
"I'm so close." He breathes out. His hips jerk sloppily against Okuyasu, and for a moment his eyes flicker shut. "I'm so fucking close, baby, you were so good for me. I want you to cum first, though, okay? You're always such a good boy for me, you deserve it."
Okuyasu nods eagerly, eyes unfocused. He feels, not sees, Josuke's hand push between them to his dick, wrapping around it loosely. The precum smeared between them is enough to slick his hand as he begins to pump his shaft.
"A-Ah!" Okuyasu cries out, arching his back. He rolls his hips into Josuke's touch, sobbing fresh waves of tears at the sudden spike in intensity. Now he couldn't speak if he wanted to, voice robbed by an endless stream of groans.
"You're lovely, so lovely..." Josuke murmurs on repeat, too far gone himself. He starts thrusting up into Okuyasu again, letting out a shuddering gasp. "So lovely, so perfect…"
Leaning right into his ear, Josuke nibbles his lobe feverishly, quickening the pace of both his hips and his hand. He wraps his free arm around Okuyasu's back, pulling him tight as his breath grows yet more ragged.
"Cum for me." He whispers, and Okuyasu lets go.
A jet of cum spatters on both their chests, soaking into Josuke's filthy shirt. Okuyasu lets out a loud moan, and it's enough to push Josuke over the edge. He spills inside him, laying for a while longer before finally slipping out.
Okuyasu is sleepy and dazed, looking up at Josuke with lidded eyes as he slowly drifts out of his mental space. Grinning, Josuke shucks his dirty top, using it to wipe Okuyasu clean before he pulls him close and kisses him. They lay for a long while in each other's arms, not speaking, just enjoying their shared warmth and the mingling of their breath.
"I love you." Okuyasu finally murmurs, and Josuke smiles, kissing his cheek.
"I love you too, man." He says back, stroking his hair. "More than anything."