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[ Neku wouldn't say it out loud even held at gunpoint--but it had been nice having Josh around. No one else had the time or sanity for Neku's pity parties. Joshua, though, didn't seem to mind staying up late with him, playing his dumb mindless rhythm games, watching garbage anime, or just ... talking. The way they were right now.

They didn't talk about why Neku had been such a recluse the past few weeks, mind you. And Neku appreciated it. He needed a distraction, and Joshua was the definition of one. From his motor mouth to--how unfairly gorgeous he looked all the time.

Joshua looked especially perfect with the white light from the television screen illuminating his profile. They had long lost interest in finding a film or show to put on. They would rather chat and just look at each other while sitting on his couch.

Neku had felt a pit in his stomach all day. They were plenty close to each other, but he was itching to be closer. He found himself reaching out, and his fortitude crumbled as he brushed a curl out of Joshua's face. ]

"... I'm sorry. That you had to go through all of that."

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[ Neku closes his eyes, exhaling a slow, steadying breath. That mouth teasing his ear feels so good it's not fair. Everything about his feelings for Joshua is unfair. And, somehow, Joshua already knows what buttons of his to push. Of fucking course he does.

He meets that catty stare of Joshua's again, and he nearly stops breathing altogether. Joshua was the only person he knew that remained flawless no matter how close you got to him. He had noticed it that week of the Game, even; how the sweat and grime of combat had never seemed to touch him. He couldn't have always been this perfect ... right?

Neku had no more reason (excuse) to hold back. They were both grown ass adults with experience and clear consent. This shouldn't be more impactful than any other stupid hookup of his.

it shouldn't be, but it was.

He swallowed down trepidation, and then caved. He found himself pushing his partner's shirt up and pressing hard kisses down his stomach, like he had always wanted to but never let himself. He held the small of Joshua's back in his palm, anchoring his torso in place against his mouth, and he loved and hated the way it fit his touch so perfectly.

No one else had ever felt so natural to hold. ]

[Joshua inhales sharply as he feels Neku's mouth on him again. His head spins, thinking about how that's actually Neku's mouth on him. The idea of that riles him up just as much as the act of it all, and he has to look down to watch him.

A chill ran down his spine. If he was human he'd think he might be dreaming.

Joshua hums in a happy way, running his hands through Neku's hair yet again as he shifts himself so that he's a little more comfortable with the way he's positioned on the couch. He wants to be able to give the other a bit more attention himself, but...he's not going to complain much about Neku fawning all over him for once.]

[ Neku made his way down until his partner's jeans barred him from continuing. His thumbs squeezed into the dips at the tippy top of his V line. He tugged on two beltloops, not to strip him but to drag his pelvis closer. His breath felt volcanic in his lungs by the time something occurred to him.

There was only one other person Joshua could possibly be sleeping with. Right? He shouldn't feel his blood boil at the thought; he himself had no claim to Josh whatsoever. Maybe it was just that it had to be that guy that made his stomach turn.

But he doubted it.

Neku found himself suctioning bruises from the Composer's navel to his jutting hip bone. It had begun as a petty impulse and near instantly flared into newly discovered desire. Leaving his mark on someone else's partner, on his murderer, on a god was enthralling.

He admired his work for only a second before diving his hand into Joshua's hair and his tongue into his mouth. Mine, that possessive fire in him crackled. His. ]

[Joshua feels his breath catch when he feels the other's mouth on him. The bruises, the affection in general of him makes him feel some kind of way, his heart fluttering and excitement only encouraging it.

The marks that Neku leaves, he probably won't accelerate the healing on.

Joshua feels warm all over once he feels the other's tongue in his mouth again, and he pushes himself up against him, his pulse racing in his ears. That this is finally happening, and not something he'd been wishing for for so long. It's what he imagined and better, tracing his tongue along the other's as his hands roam to the hem of Neku's shirt before pushing it up towards his midback. He doesn't move to take it off completely yet, because he doesn't want to pull away from Neku, but his hands are going to roam on his abdomen, slowly feeling how soft his skin feels until he reaches the waist band of his pants. He stops there for now, because he wants to keep touching the skin he's always wanted to be held against so badly...]