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the floor is lava [ bed-sharing meme ]

Just share the bed with me.

For whatever reason, the floor is unacceptable as a place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, or maybe there's flooding. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't. Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Stop trying to figure out the details, just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required. Just share the damn bed already.

Do you need options? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. There's a stranger sleeping in my bed. Yes, your bed. And also, THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
5. Figure out a reason why you need to share the bed.
6. The Crack Option. Actually Play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is lava(!!!).

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[Ah... when you tell a boy you straight up, no shit, actually love him and he says "same." That's incredible. That's very lame, but Okuyasu isn't actually bothered—it's enough of a confession for him! Whatever last bits of fluttering nerves he had left are gone now, replaced with a new flood of warmth thanks to Josuke's super dorky "same here."

So... none of that was really practicing, technically? It doesn't count as practicing if you're kissing the person you wanted to kiss all along, and anyway, who cares about that— Okuyasu makes a kind of strangled noise, then another, then hides his face in the crook of Josuke's neck because he's, you know, laughing at him now. His usual bluster is back in top form, and at the best time...

This guy!!!]

Is- is that how you ask someone out?! Josuke! [dweeb!!!] Uh, yeah, duh—I wanna y'know.

[ Wow, this laughing really tickles ... And on top of that, the fact that he's being laughed at only makes Josuke even more embarrassed, his face blooming red as he grits his teeth even more. What's wrong!! With what he said!! ]

Oii, it's not like I've ever done this before, Okuyasu! [ Even with all the confessions he seems to get on the daily, he's never actually reciprocated any of them. He just doesn't know those girls well enough to have those sorts of feelings. also: probably gay. ] Stop laughing about it, you asshole!

[ In an attempt to get Okuyasu to stop, he starts smacking him on his back a little. Eventually, Josuke lets out a deep sigh. Sure, he's being laughed at, but this isn't an unfavorable outcome to get out of it.

The more he thinks about it, the more his lips creep into a goofy, excited, fond smile. It's like he can't help it, even if he wants to keep looking as affronted as he was before. The thought of it -- they're boyfriends!! ]

Heh. Heheheheh ... [ He starts laughing stupidly too, and like ... grabs Okuyasu's face in his hands. ] I can't believe we're dating now. How the hell did this happen?!

[Don't smack him!! Josuke's fussing just makes Okuyasu laugh again, shaking his head and squeezing his arms around Josuke in what is meant to be a placating gesture since he's laughing too much to actually say something more. This is the first thing he does with his boyfriend privilege: laugh at his beau and hug him way tighter than necessary.

So, it's going great.

Ah, and his face is grabbed—]

It's no thanks to you, Mr. Same Here! [Dork... Okuyasu clearly did all the work. He arranged the practice kissing, the confession, everything.] You're lucky I'm here to keep you on track.

[A first: Okuyasu being more relaxed about a thing. But then, he's thought Josuke was pretty great since the day they met, so he's probably spent more time understanding his Teen feelings... Whatever! Boyfriends!!]

Seriously, I'm this close to kicking your ass right now! Quit bringing that up! [ Depicted: Teenage boy tries to make a threat but can't keep himself from smiling foolishly. It's hard enough being mad at Okuyasu on a regular day (the guy is just ridiculously endearing). There's no way he can even pretend to be mad at Okuyasu right now, when he's in the clouds with his excitement and delight.

Okuyasu probably wants to hear a better confession than what he got before. Now that Josuke isn't quite as caught by surprise, he does feel prepared to say the words. ] I love you too, Okuyasu. [ Dipping his face lower, he closes the distance between them both, kissing Okuyasu tenderly on the lips. The kiss is honest, and there's no sense of Josuke trying to impress his friend with some moves he saw in the movies, or the nervousness that was there before -- just sincere, whole-hearted affection.

When he touches his friend he can't help but think back to that time a few weeks back when he almost lost him. Sure, everything worked out, but it's hard to forget the devastation he was in i n that moment, when he held Okuyasu's body in his arms and felt the warmth gradually part from his body. It was like time had stopped in those few seconds, and he was trapped in his refusal to believe any of it, heart sinking down to the pit of his stomach. They say you don't realise how much you truly love someone until they're gone for good. In Josuke's case, he might have been blessed with a second chance to show Okuyasu just how much he appreciates him. ]

And ... [ His voice quietens. They don't particular like to get serious with each other, but he still wants to say it. ] I'm glad you came back.

[Ah, there's the real confession, as sweet as humanly possible with a kiss to match. Okuyasu can't help but smile into the kiss, not laughing now, just earnestly glad he has Josuke in his life at all, in any capacity—dating makes him giddy and he can't believe he got this lucky... But even just being best friends has always been an adventure in wondering exactly what he did to get such a good guy to stick around.

Everything's coming up Okuyasu!!]

Huh? Where did I—oh. [Oh, that. It's strange and confusing for Okuyasu to think about - so he usually doesn't - because he can't put his finger on what actually happened to him, after he got a hole blown in his side. Did he actually... die? For real? Did his ghost come back to kick some ass?? That sure sounds like him, but maybe he was just asleep...

Either way, he knows this: he wouldn't have made it back without Josuke putting him back together, and that's not something he thinks he'll ever be able to properly thank him for. Seeing Keicho again, whether or not he was actually a ghost brother, who knows... that was something he needed, too.

Now Josuke is in his arms, which may have never happened without everything leading up to it, but he's not so dense that he'll crack a joke when Josuke gets serious about this... uh, like he did last time. Only one joke about his near-death-or-maybe-actual-death experience.]

Well, I mean, I came back for you. Mostly for me, but it's kind of the same thing...? [uhhh he's not on this level of wordsmithing] I wanted to see you again.

[ They wouldn't be Jojos if they didn't joke about almost dying, ig. The semantics of what actually happened will always remain a mystery above the heads of two simple teenage boys, but Josuke's just so glad he's here - it doesn't matter if he came back for himself, or for Josuke, or for Morioh. His next line would be something like 'I don't know how I would have gone on without you', but this topic's pretty heavy already without Josuke spilling his heart out about how much he was grieving. (And he was grieving a lot; the only thing that kept him from a breakdown then was the responsibility he had to save that one kid's life.) Okuyasu probably knows how much he means to him, nothing much else really needs to be said.

Well, this one thing needs to be said: ] Sleep with me tonight. [ Whoa, lewd!! No, it's actually pure, but maybe it sounds a little lewder than intended, especially with the way he's casually tilting the other boy's chin higher up to give him a quick kiss, then coaxing him to lie back down so Josuke gets to be on top again. When their lips part, he continues, practically whispering against Okuyasu's mouth. ]

It's fine since we're together now, isn't it? There are a lot of things we can try ... [ Nevermind, it is lewd, i went in the opposite direction i was taking. .. ]

[that icon is the face Okuyasu is making now.......

Or rather, no, he doesn't need to hear in words all of Josuke's heavy feelings. He's already seen Josuke cry over, well, him, so he understands without having it spelled out. Even despite how painful the memory is, he can't deny that it's a good feeling, being cared for as much as Josuke cares for him. He could be content to just hug for the rest of the night, but oh, there are Other Ideas.

Now, Okuyasu is a Teenager, and dirty thoughts are not alien to him at all, but there's thinking about something lewd in private and then there's Josuke, his boyfriend of less than 5 whole minutes, kissing at him and saying "sleep with me," so he's a little stunned into silence for a moment here. Is this the same guy who could only say "same" and barely look him in the eyes not too long ago?! This very night!! Okuyasu's face heats up as he looks at Josuke above him, eyebrow raised, thinking very seriously about this.]

L..like what? [This is the time he finally remembers to really speak quietly. He's learning. Now, give him the dirty deets...] You really want to?

[Please, he'll die of thirst.....]

[ Smooth for all of three seconds, and now Okuyasu is questioning him and forcing him to elaborate when it's something extremely embarrassing. Why can't the guy just read between the lines!! It's just like the confession before, Okuyasu could have left it unsaid but then he went and said it and Josuke was forced to confront how he's feeling. The blush is creeping up his face, and he tenses for a second, hovering over Okuyasu as he decides how, exactly, he is to put what he wants into words. ]

Yeah. Of course I want to, you dumbass. [ One of the few times he's called Okuyasu dumb since their first meeting. Though he's feeling some of that nervousness come back to him, he's pretty certain of what he wants - he wants to hold his boyfriend, brush his lips against his skin, feel how hot it is or will become. And if the night transcends to more, he doesn't find himself opposed at all. It's fine, right? They love each other, this is what lovers have the privilege of doing.

Damn, they're lovers ........

Josuke dips his head lower, pressing kisses down to Okuyasu's chin and making his way to his neck, just like Okuyasu had done to him before. Having that kind of attention showered on him was an incredible feeling, so hot and pleasant and slightly ticklish, and he's hoping Okuyasu will enjoy the returned favor. Josuke's really doing it for himself, though; he really wants to see what sorts of sounds his boyfriend will make. They will probably be kind of hot but mostly really endearing. ] I want to kiss you all over... Haven't really felt this way about anyone else.

[ he's the 'pure love' kind of guy ] We only have to go as far as you want to, though.

[Look... he wants to hear all about Josuke's impure thoughts, okay? He's allowed to do that, it's a boyfriend privilege he picked up just ten minutes ago. And there's a dollop of insecurity from Okuyasu in there, as well—he's never done anything like this before, so if Josuke has a better plan than just mash their faces together until morning, that's... good?? It's better than Okuyasu's idea, so that's something.

He doesn't even pout over Josuke calling him a dumbass, because he can Feel and Relate to the nerves Josuke's feeling, here... It's fine, this is going great, they are dealing with this so coolly just like on TV.]

Oh... W-Well, [Ah, he's already blushing deeper just from some light kisses, that's embarrassing. He tilts his head, inviting Josuke to kiss him more or less wherever he wants, anyway. Now, he definitely started a sentence in there, but Josuke's lips against his skin have completely removed that thought from his mind. Uh.]

I mean, you can, y'know. ["do whatever you want because hell yes," he doesn't say, but it's sort of implied by his mumbling and looking studiously at the wall.] I think I want you to kiss me all over, too, so...

[please begin]

[ YO .... ok. It doesn't get more consensual than a verbal ...statement of consent, and Okuyasu's already proved he wants this as badly as Josuke does. There's no reason to feel on edge like this, since there's no logical reason they can't do this (barring his mom walking in), yet he does, and it's like there are butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. His heart is beating so fast, his skin becoming hotter - especially sliding up against Okuyasu's chest - but even with his nerves he doesn't feel compelled to stop. He probably couldn't at this point - or it would at least be really, really hard, and he might finally understand what people mean when they say they got 'blueballed' ...

i am really good at writing smut (Save me)

Beyond the occasional glance when they would hit up a public bath or change for gym, he's never had the opportunity to appreciate his friend's physique. The other guy's got a really impressive, bulky form, and the tan to his skin is nothing short of gorgeous, especially when Josuke has the opportunity to touch and see the heaving of his friend's chest beneath his palm. As a consequence he's also sort of noticing how pasty his own hand is but that's ... something to work on. No killing the mood by thinking about that right now. ]

Alright... But, I've never done this before, okay? No laughing if I mess up.

[ help him

With affirmations given, Josuke continues on his little quest to find the best place to kiss his friend. He hasn't found it, but the journey's been pretty awesome in the few minutes since he's embarked, and he works down the other boy's neck, shifting to his collarbone and not stopping once. He allows himself to touch as well, palm of his hand sliding down Okuyasu's chest. It eventually arrives at a nipple, and Josuke gives that a tentative squeeze. He doesn't know how Okuyasu will react, but he's heard that this apparently feels good ... ]

[He's gonna laugh... no, he won't. He might, but he'll try very hard not to unless something, uh, tickles? That's not even remotely sexy so he's going to do his best to both not laugh and somehow stop his heart from beating out of his chest. That alone is going to wake up Josuke's mom, how embarrassing...

But anyway, Okuyasu simply nods at Josuke to, you know, do his thing, even motioning that his lips are totally sealed and laugh-free. Being kissed so much is exhilarating even in its simplicity - to think it was so simple for them to get to this point, here together, doing something like this - he's nervous and excited and isn't sure what to do with his hands. He settles them tentatively on Josuke's waist, squeezing gently in silent encouragement as he's touched more.

And that is a nipple, okay, cool, that feels different, and Okuyasu doesn't laugh but he makes a sputtering sound and immediately bites his lip to shut himself up. Just, look, he was totally cool for two seconds before he thought the word nipple and his nerves took over and thought it was too funny to pass up.

But he's taking this seriously!!! So--] S-Sorry, Josuke... You didn't mess up.

[ So. That splutter. He can't really tell if it's from laughter or surprise. The latter is sort of understandable, because ...it's a nipple? Guys don't really think about their own nipples, so Josuke would probably react the same way if he were to be touched there. But!!! Knowing this guy --!! ]

Okuyasu! [ Pictured: Guy tries really hard to be smexy at his friend and gets the effort thrown right back at his face. He's nervous enough, both about his ability and the general direction this is going, and he does not need this. Okuyasu then reassures him that he's not making fun of him, and with the guy's honest nature Josuke believes it, so that means that he could only be laughing because -- ]

You're not thinking something like 'nipples are so funny', are you? [ Pokes his chest accusingly. Okay, he will concur that they're a bit funny, but he's going to try and be the mature one here. ] We're no longer in grade school, y'know.

[ They're adults now. Adults who are making out. Adults don't find nipples funny. ]

[Don't just say nipple!! Okuyasu clamps his mouth shut, shaking his head, making a very convincing show here of not laughing at the word nipple. He's not, see? He's being mature.]

Are you saying I'm immature? I didn't say anything!

[He's just grinning like a fool, but it's not nipple-related... In an effort to prove he's definitely an adult taking this adult thing seriously he leans up to press a kiss to Josuke's forehead or whatever he can reach from here. See? He's got this.

Nipples are actually hilarious, but he's got this. This is peak maturity from Okuyasu...] I won't do it again.

[ Seriously, who allowed such a Loser (Capital L) to be so cute and endearing ... Josuke feels himself softening immediately when the kiss comes. ]

You were thinking it! [ He knows you, bro. Josuke doesn't actually mind that much, especially not after he's given such a soft kiss, and it feels like his heart might melt from the sweetness of it. He can only be the Mature and Judging one for so long; Josuke eventually cracks into a smile, surrendering to his feelings of endearment. The fingers pressing against his waist are a really nice bout of contact, making him feel secure, and it's hard to keep a stern face when he's being held like this.

There's a sigh, and Josuke resumes what he was doing before, leaning down to press a kiss in the square of Okuyasu's chest. He speaks against the other boy's skin, a little wickedness in the glint of his eyes now. ]

Anyway, you won't be in the mood to laugh anymore when I'm done with you. [ So he's sort of still in his training wheels when it comes to smooth, sexy, smex talk but he's trying really really hard. Please think he's sexy. Ah, okay, just going to tweak both nipples at once to drive the point home. ]

[That's so made-for-TV sexy, Okuyasu would laugh if... it were anyone else, saying it to anyone else. But when it's Josuke, kissing him and touching him and trying his very best to be sexy, that's pretty sexy in itself. That's his kink... making an effort.

So he hums a little, since he is not laughing(!), and gives Josuke's waist another appreciative squeeze. The most likely scenario is that his heart beats out of his chest before Josuke gets over his own nerves, but that's fine, Okuyasu will die on a high note. This is the best night of his life by far, for plenty of reasons that all start and end with Josuke.

But that's sappy and he will write a poem about it, but for now he's still a stupid teen who has to make everything a competition, so he drums his fingers against Josuke's skin, thoughtfully. Hmm!]

Yeah? Wanna bet?

[ Competition should clearly be met with more competition, because Josuke is also a stupid teen who wants to make everything fun somehow. Yeah, kissing's pretty fun, but anything and everything can be improved with some playful squabbling. ]

Why not we bet for real? If you end up making one of those stupid sounds, you'll come over to do my chores for a whole week. [ Local privileged boy coerces local poor boy to do his housework for him. ] You know, the kinda thing you'd hear in the X-rated stuff? Like 'Aaahhn~!'

[ Revelation that probably isn't really a revelation: Josuke sometimes watches porn. He's only a teenage boy, alright? It's normal.

this lousy tag took 45 minutes to write because i hate it so much ]

[Nice, that's the primo boyfriend content: stupid competition. Okuyasu delivers another choice idea, he's been on a roll all night!!

Anyway there's no way Josuke is getting away with this without a light roast, sorry, it's his duty as best friend as well as boyfriend.]

Seriously? Are you into that fake crap? [He's still not laughing, but he might as well be...] You want me to put on an apron and call you senpai?

[What's your cheesy porn kink, huh Josuke? What is it???]

[ He would protest being into that 'fake crap', because he only said all that to be cool and lewd and mischievous and did not in any way allude to his own interests (local boy is slightly embarrassed to admit he watches porn), but Okuyasu's next thing has his mind traveling a little.

Honestly, the sight of it would be something Josuke would want to see on a regular day, because it's hilarious. In this context, though, he's definitely taking a different perspective. Sure, it would still be freakin' hilarious, but it would also be kind of hot. Guy's got a banging body, that's practically fact.

So ... kind of okay with this. As always, Josuke tries to play it cool. ]

Sure, if you're offering to throw that in as well. [ do it homie ]

[Oh, well, hmm. Okuyasu hadn't actually expected Josuke to go for it, rather than blush himself into oblivion and roll away in shame, so... oh. Tonight is a fun night of smooching and accidentally learning Josuke's incredibly tame kinks. In the end, it's Okuyasu who turns red at the thought.

He mumbles,] Maybe... When your mom's not home, if you really want.

[ They barely know what they're doing and they're already discussing actual kinks. It's kind of a joke, the same way they always joke around with each other, and kind of not, because the more he thinks about it the more appealing it sounds to him. Especially if his boyfriend were to wear nothing underneath. Wow, it figures that he would have a cheesy and vanilla kink like this. ]

Of course, dude. I am gonna tell my mom about us eventually, but that's the last way I want her to find out. [ Meaning, he fully intends to tell his mother he's now together with his best friend. He's really close to her, and Josuke's the type to want to make things official. He's ... going to leave his sex life out of things though. That would too much.

Anyway, he's had enough of talk, because their prolonged contact, the kisses and the heat against his skin all have him getting particularly excited, his arousal now evident to him in a tightening of his pants. Josuke's getting quite impatient, but he also knows he can't be too rash or he might risk ruining everything between them. He drops down to give Okuyasu's stomach a kiss, and his hand follows him downward, splaying by the hem of the other boy's pants, the suggestion more than apparent. ]

So? Can I ...?

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i got embarrassed for 6 whole days .... you dont have to tag this if it's been too long