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Oh gracious, I turn a blind eye for just a sexond and the second post fills up! Darlings, sweetpeas, do please forgive my tardiness. I bring you now our third installment of the fantasticousity, and would indeed love to, ah, beg your pardon in being so late about it.
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART THREE
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART THREE
In this scintillating post ( Read more... )
Souji didn't respond for what felt like a minute, or an hour, or a fucking lifetime-whatever it was, it was way too long. The silence was interrupted by the screams of the men in the game, but it still felt taut, uncertain, like it was fully capable of suffocating him if it went on for too long.
“Does it matter?” Souji finally said, and Yosuke felt like screaming. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to his knees, probably looking like some kind of loser or basketcase or something but not really caring right then. Why the hell did Souji have the power to do this to him, to turn him inside out, make everything seem so stupid when he'd been so sure of it before? Why the hell was he suddenly thinking about kissing his best friend?!
He felt a hand on his waist, the palm warm against the skin between where his shirt ended and his pants began. “God, Souji, why do you have to be so-”
Yosuke sat up, and Souji was looking right at him. Another scream came from the TV, the main character dying, and it should have been really funny except that it really, really wasn't.
And before he knew it, Souji was leaning in and kissing him, and he tasted like steak skewers and smelled like soap and... and cologne or something, and Yosuke had no idea what the hell to do with himself.
He'd kissed people before, in the city. Kissed girls before. But sticking your tongue down someone's throat at a party was completely different from having your best friend put the moves on you, and Yosuke couldn't help the little thrill of panic that ran through him.
Then Souji pulled away, and he... he really didn't want that to happen, and the knowledge of that made the panic a little bit worse. But then Souji moved the hand on his waist up his back, and Yosuke shivered, and Souji kissed him again; this time he reciprocated, feeling nervous as hell and hoping that it didn't show too much.
After a while, though, he started to relax. This was Souji, his best friend-and Souji had started kissing him, for some reason he couldn't figure out yet. If it was weird, well, it wasn't like it was his fault. And Souji had half the girls in Inaba after him, so he couldn't be gay, right? Maybe this was just something that some guys did. Experimentation.
Yosuke moved one of his hands to the back of Souji's head, fingers curling into his hair while Souji pulled away and then leaned in lower down, to lick and nip at the base of his neck. Yosuke felt himself make a really embarrassing sound in the back of his throat, but Souji didn't laugh or make any other signs that he minded. Which made it a little less embarrassing.
“Hey, partner, is this-” Yosuke began, feeling too weird about not speaking at all; and then the words died in his throat when Souji brushed against him, and he could feel a distinctive hardness in the other boy's pants. Oh, fuck.
“Hm?” Souji looked up at him, eyes heavy, lips swollen, and Yosuke swallowed hard.
“Uh, nothing,” he finished lamely, stomach clenching.
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Thanks for sharing!
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Wow, would definitly like to see more.
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“H-hey,” he murmured, as Souji licked at his throat again. “Shouldn't we...”
Yosuke wasn't even sure what he was hey-ing at, not really, but Souji seemed to stop what he was doing and sat up straight, still straddling him but giving him a little room.
And he was giving him that look again. “If you want to stop,” he said, voice sounding kind of hoarse, “just tell me.” There was a short pause. “Is this too much?”
Something about the way he said it was... well, it was reassuring, just like always. It reminded Yosuke of the time they'd played basketball, one-on-one, and he'd made Souji promise to play his best, no matter what-and he had, there'd been no question of who would win. But he'd still kept only one eye on the ball, and then when he'd won by a seriously painful amount he'd called Yosuke Air Jordan for nearly a week, just enough to keep it funny and dropping it before it became a pain in the ass. It was easy; hanging out with Souji was always easy.
Yosuke took a breath in, held it, then grinned as he exhaled. “Nah, it's fine,” he said finally, winking. “I'm cool.”
Souji grinned back at him. “Great. Then how about you start shutting up.”
This time when Souji started touching him, Yosuke ignored his embarrassment and let himself moan, moving his hands to the front of Souji's pants. His fingers reached for the zipper and tugged. He could feel how hard Souji was, and knew he was just as hard himself and that Souji could probably feel it, too. The thought that he was doing this, that Souji was getting like this over him, it was... kind of cool, if he thought about it a certain way. Not that having a guy fantasising about him was something he'd wish for, but this was Souji. Souji was always the exception; for everyone, it seemed like.
He reached into Souji's boxers, slowly, and his fingers brushed the other boy's cock. It was almost like touching himself, the way it felt, if a little more weird. Souji trembled against him and started to pull back, but Yosuke grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him still. He wasn't sure if he was ready to look him in the eyes just yet.
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“Yosuke,” Souji breathed, and the hot air against his ear coupled with the way he said it made Yosuke lose what little self-control he was forcing himself to have; his hips lifted, seeking friction and finding it against Souji's thigh.
“Shit,” Yosuke heard himself say, “this is so... oh God,” and his hips kept moving. With every movement he felt himself getting closer, and Souji had started moaning and panting against him, the muscles in his arms twitching from the exertion of holding himself up.
With a hiss of air Souji came, and Yosuke felt a familiar, warm wetness on his hand. He barely paid it any attention, just kept pressing his hips forward until he felt himself come, too.
They lay still for a few moments, breathing heavily, Yosuke with his eyes closed and trying to keep his mind as wonderfully empty as it always was after coming. The TV was still on, and he could hear the Game Over music playing ominously. Somehow he hadn't even noticed it until now.
After what felt like a minute or two, he started shoving at Souji's shoulder with his clean hand while he rubbed the dirty one against the leg of his pants. Souji, thankfully, took the hint and stood up, and Yosuke looked away while his friend sorted himself out and zipped his pants back up.
Somehow that suffocating tension had crept back into the air, but this time Yosuke had no idea what had to happen for it to ease. Feeling almost desperate, he looked out of the window.
“It's getting pretty dark,” he said pointedly, after a moment. He looked back at Souji, who nodded. “I'll see you at school tomorrow?”
“Right.” The look on Souji's face was totally unreadable now. “Don't forget, we have a math quiz.”
Yosuke looked away, feigning a stretch. “Oh, yeah. I completely forgot.”
The silence stretched on for a few more moments, before Souji said, “I'll let myself out,” and made his way to the door.
“No, partner, wait!”
Yosuke followed Souji out of the room and down the stairs, then to the front door. “We should hang out again soon. Maybe this time we can do something normal, instead of working all day.”
Souji laughed, and Yosuke found the sound grating somehow. “Sure. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Yosuke opened the door and, as Souji left, it occurred to him that Souji had forgotten his umbrella. And then, a moment later, that he was standing in the doorway with come soaking through the front of his pants.
Slamming the door shut, Yosuke trudged back up to his room, skinned out of his clothes, put on some clean underwear and sat down on the couch. He watched the Game Over screen swirl around the TV for a while, before shutting it off and climbing into bed without bothering to close the curtains.
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Thanks again for sharing! And for the speedy updates too. :)
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