He presses two fingers into Yu, more than he initially planned at first, but Yu's impatient and needy. Nanami's desperate to do what he can as he feels his resolve slowly crumbling in the waves of emotions coming off him. Not merely horniness but an emotional ache and need. Something four years of being unable to touch, to talk, to do anything must have done. Thinking about that hurts. His eyes close, and his lashes wet with tears.

So much for control, for taking his time, for taking Yu apart piece by piece. What does that matter compared to Yu himself?

"You have me," Nanami says. He thrusts his fingers a few times, in and out, in and out, stretching Yu for what little good they can do in that time. He pulls them out and goes for the lube again. This time he takes a lot more. It sends a shiver through his spine, but he uses even more than he thinks he needs on his cock. He spreads Yu's cheeks with one hand and guides himself in. Slow. Slow. Slow.

His breath hitches, and Nanami shudders. "You're so tight, Yu," he says, "Tell me if it gets too much."