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[Five years, six months and eighteen days. A long time, and yet to actually believe it was over was difficult. Rise was trying hard not to think too much on it. She was ashamed to admit that she had been dreading this day for a long time, despite how she continued to work towards it--she had simply met too many people she had grown close to for it to be considered a happy occasion for her.

Life was life, it continued, and now it was time for all of them to return home. She should at least try to content herself with the fact that she had met them all--that she had met Matt.

Even if she would never see him again.

Rise closed her eyes as the countdown began, unsure of what to expect. When it reached one she felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation in her stomach that went as soon as it had come. Her eyes shot open and she nearly tumbled to the ground but caught herself before she did. She was now in what looked like a very cozy room. Definitely not the Kishin Chamber, but definitely no place she knew.

Stranger yet was Matt was by her side. She blinked a bit--what was going on?]

Matty?

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[Mn. Yosuke can't help but be a little sad when he feels those scars. A part of him is still guilty he wasn't there for Souji; he figured he'd always feel guilty. But by this point, it was so far in the past it wasn't worth dwelling on, really. Instead, he's just going to pull his hands out of Souji's shirt and get to work on unbuttoning it as fast as he can, without, uh, ripping off any of the buttons...]

[Souji tries not to linger on it much, but he can't help it sometimes. Even if he's seen Dojima and Nanako, alive and happy, for five years. It's a reminder that he failed them once, and couldn't ever do it for a second time. But it is in the past, and now isn't the time to think about scarred skin and guilt. Not when he can move both of his hands along, kneading his fingers into Yosuke's sides with practiced ease.

He's very aware of how distracting it might be.]

[Yosuke shivers, fingers faltering on the buttons for a second because, well. How could they not? He moans a bit into the kiss before finally managing to get the shirt unbuttoned, and yes, mission accomplished. He drags his hands up Souji's chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders as he goes.]

[When the shirt gets far enough up his shoulders, Souji shrugs them, pulling his hands away momentarily and resting all of his weight into his knees so he can get the shirt off his arms and somewhere behind him. He's not really paying too much attention to the process, though, since he takes advantage of the moan to deepen the kiss.]

[Well, no complaints here. Just wraps his arms around Souji's neck and pulls him back down once the shirt is off~]

[Once it's off, his hands wander back to Yosuke's hips, thumbs dipping into the hemline. He stays there for a moment, just kissing him before he starts moving his hands inward, towards his stomach with fingertips just barely brushing across skin.]

[He shivers a little again and arches his back, trying to get closer (if it's possible). And might be scratching veeery lightly at Souji's back.]

[The arching upwards may be necessary, since he shifts, pushes up against Yosuke's fingers before he moves his. He kneads them along again, but just slightly into Yosuke's thighs this time.]

[He lifts one leg a bit, moaning because oh god and--]

Pants off. [he somehow manages to say in between kisses.] Now.

¿Ahora? [he's teasing, of course, and doesn't even acknowledge the language shift. He pulls away from the kiss, going down to his jaw, his neck, until he can get to his collar to leave an open mouth kiss there.]

Tan impaciente. [murmured right against skin~ His hands go back up to the top of Yosuke's pants, working to undo them while he starts to leave a mark.]

[These are nails digging into your back, Souji, because holy shit what is that are you speaking Spanish dnfjksdf. Have a definite moan that might be a little louder than normal.]

[Why yes, yes that is Spanish. Do you like it, Yosuke?

He'll assume the moaning and the nails are answer enough, though, and continue speaking it quietly, right against collar as he starts pulling his pants off. It's all sort of rather sappy, and he knows Yosuke would probably knee him in the side if he knew.]

[Yes. Can you not tell?

He gasps a little and yeah if you have marks from those nails, we apologize. But jesus christ that Spanish. It's just. He can't handle it.]

[Oh he can tell. He can tell.

Except now he's shifted to another language, as he tugs the pants down further, leaning down with it so he can trail open-mouth kisses down towards stomach. One hand goes underneath a leg, pushing up--]

Soulevez vos jambes. [Spanish to French, trying to get pants off rest of the way.]

[Hands in Souji's hair now and he complies with the request pretty much immediately, even if he has pretty much no idea what the hell you're saying. Not that that matters because whatever it is it sounds delightful.]

[If he enjoys the French, too, then he'll stick to that for now~ And once the pants are out of the way, he goes down the rest of the way, kissing a slow trail down Yosuke's hip and to his thigh. He bites, there, just barely.

And also breathes something about what great legs Yosuke has in French.]

Christ-- [He a gasps, and then whimpers a bit, toes curling because akndfksjdfasdgnvjk. He arches up, head falling back onto the pillow with an audible 'thump.']

[Chuckles, low and deep in the back of his throat, before slowly working way up his leg. Lips and teeth, just appreciating and enjoying the feel of Yosuke's leg as he works along his thigh and towards his knee. Still talking as he goes.]

[Yeah and now he hands are curling up in the blanket and he definitely lets out a bit of whine, because this is teasing damnit, and it is not fair.]

[Okay, okay. Maybe he'll be a little nicer ... after he reaches his ankle, anyways. And when he does, he settles Yosuke's leg back to its original position, making sure to run his hand along it and to his thigh again in the process~]

[He props up on his elbows and gives Souji a look. A look that is both annoyed and, well, pleading. Can't hide it if he tried.]

[He'd still be able to tell if he tried. Chuckling, he leans in, pressing a kiss against the corner of Yosuke's mouth as he moves his hands down to his own pants.]

Oui, oui. Désolé.

[dksjnfdfh french. Yosuke is not letting you get away without an actual kiss, so. Reaches up and tugs Souji in for one. Which also helps stifle a moan a-ahaha.]

[Yes, French~ And in response to getting tugged in, his takes advantage of the stifled moan to go ahead and deepen the kiss, working on getting his stupid pants off.]