and doesn't the number six sound a lot like...? ;*
Oh my, everyone has been so patient. I take such a long time to hit my "peak," if you will, so I apologize for the delay!
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART SIXAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly perverse or adorably ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART SIXAs all you charming little anonymous know, in this very post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing from Persona 4 and whatever astoundingly perverse or adorably ( Read more... )
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Having regained some control, both over himself and Yosuke, Souji felt himself relax a little and for the first time since he got there he scanned Yosuke’s room properly, his gaze halting on one particular spot. He quirked a brow. “I see you’ve been redecorating.”
“Wha-Huh?” Yosuke followed Souji’s eyes, looking over his shoulder at the old, shabby armchair now residing in front of the full size mirror he had standing leaning against a wall, instead of in its usual corner. “Oh, yeah. Heh.” He looked like he’d regained a little control as well, eyes not quite as glassy and his hand almost steady as he reached up to rub his neck while cracking a sheepish smile. “That. I just wanted to…to…”
“Make sure you get a good look of my ass when I blow you in that chair?”
Yosuke let his arm fall back to his side with a huff. “Damnit, Souji. Always so blunt.”
Souji gave a small smile and took a step closer to Yosuke again. “Says the guy who not ten minutes ago said, and I quote, ‘Need to get inside you. Want to fuck you so hard.’”
He got something like a hitched sigh in reply.
Souji closed the distance between them, grabbed two fistfuls of Yosuke’s shirt and forced him to take a step back. “Go sit in that chair. I’ve cooled down enough. Let’s see what my panties look like in that mirror, yeah?”
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“Oh god, oh shit, I can’t handle this…”
Souji, settled on the floor between Yosuke’s spread legs, let Yosuke’s cock slip from his mouth. “You want to stop?”
Yosuke swallowed hard, looking down at Souji with slightly unfocused eyes. “Yeah. No. No, but I’ll come in like ten seconds if you keep doing that. It’s too hot, man.”
“Hmm...” Souji turned his head a little and let his mouth slide along the length of Yosuke’s cock, adding a teasing fingertip making little figure-eights in the thin film of precome already formed on the head. “Think you can handle a second round?”
“Oh hell yeah.”
“Then I can’t see the problem. Just come now and we’ll continue as soon as you’re ready to go again.”
“Yeah, but…” Yosuke grabbed Souji’s shoulders, digging his fingers into them as if unsure if he should push or pull. “I want this to last, you know? I’ve wanted to see this for ages and now it’s finally happening and it’s too much. Watching you in the mirror… Those panties showing your ass off… Damn.”
Something hit Souji. He let go of Yosuke and sank back on his heels, his shoulders slipping from Yosuke’s grip. “I’ve got an idea. You want to keep watching me, right?”
“Yeah…”
“How about…” Souji smiled. “How about I ride you in this chair when you’ve recovered? You can keep looking at me in the mirror all you want if we turn the chair a little and I’ll get to-” He had to shut up and take a deep breath not to crawl onto Yosuke’s lap right away. “…I’ll get to feel you inside me at the same time.”
“Oh, fuck me, partner. You’re…you’re incredible. I-” With something like a whimper Yosuke sank down deeper in the chair, spreading his legs wider, putting himself even more on display. “I-I think I need your mouth back on my dick right now, ‘cause I’ll come any second. Please.”
Souji wrapped a couple of fingers loosely around the base of Yosuke’s cock, just letting them rest there. He found himself ridiculously attracted to the desperation in Yosuke’s voice, in his eyes, wanted to see more of it, and felt like such a sadist for it. He didn’t know if he should laugh or apologize, but it was impossible not to seize the opportunity to tease. “Want your cock back in my mouth, huh?”
“I just told you… God, please.”
“You know, I’ve come to realize I like it when you beg.” Souji let his hand slide up the shaft, barely touching the skin until it hit the ridge of the flared head, where he started rubbing a couple of fingertips over a spot he knew drew Yosuke crazy.
“Ah, shit! Please, Souji, please. I’ll beg all you want if that means you’ll… Fuck, just suck me off! I’ll come in your mouth. I know you like that… I’ll do anything, just…please.”
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Yosuke only closed a hand in Souji’s hair in reply and tugged a little and Souji didn’t mind, he realized. Quite the opposite. It drew a moan from him that apparently made Yosuke a little braver, tugging harder, maneuvering Souji’s head until his mouth hovered over the tip, before pushing down, urging wet lips to part, to let him in, all while he moaned Souji’s name, said please over and over.
When Souji finally relented and opened his mouth, Yosuke groaned and immediately started moving his hips, fucking Souji’s mouth with short, jerky thrusts. “In your mouth, I wanna come in your mouth, I wanna see you swallow. Oh god, I wanna see you swallow, I wanna see you… Shit, look at you. I-fuck! I’m-”
It surprised Souji how much Yosuke’s thrusts turned him on; he was usually pretty polite, holding still when Souji sucked him off, not trying to take over and maybe do something Souji didn’t want. And Souji had never gotten his mouth fucked before; he found he liked the firm grip in his hair holding him still, liked feeling the shaft slide in an out of his mouth. Combined with wearing the clothes he did-skirt and socks and and panties and fuck-it was just too much for him to handle; he couldn’t hold back from sneaking a hand under his skirt, slip his cock from his underwear and grab it tight. He tried not to jerk off, didn’t want to come yet, but he squeezed himself, ran his fingers over the head just to feel the wetness. When Yosuke finally stiffened, however, shoving his cock so deep into Souji’s mouth it bumped against the back of his throat and nearly made him gag, he did stroke himself, his hand moving feverishly as he felt saltysweet come pool on his tongue.
When Yosuke let him go and slumped back in the chair with a grunt, Souji forced himself to relax his hand and let go. He straightened up and waited until he had a drugged-looking gaze-Yosuke looked kind of stupid right after coming, he noted with a pursed little smirk-trained on him before closing his mouth and swallowing the semen he’d kept on his tongue, just like Yosuke had asked him to do. The growled swears he got in return made every muscle in his groin tighten simultaneously and, holy hell, Souji had never been so close to coming without touching himself in his entire life. He had to hold dead still, force himself to take deep, calm breaths and think of something, anything, besides sex, not to lose it right then and there. But pushing the current look on Yosuke’s face to the side was all but impossible; his muscles kept flexing, making his cock jump and the head rub against the inside of his skirt and finally he had to shove a hand down his panties and grab himself by the balls, tugging them down as hard as he was able to without hurting himself.
Hands cupping his cheeks and chapped lips pressing against his forehead a moment later were a welcome distraction.
“Thanks, man. That was amazing.” Yosuke kissed Souji again, seemingly ignoring his struggle not to come, his temple this time, then the corner of his mouth, before pressing their lips together and pushing his tongue into Souji’s mouth.
Souji blinked, his cock forgotten for a moment.
Yosuke wanted to taste himself.
The thought baffled Souji, but after a second frozen in surprise he happily went with it, inviting Yosuke deeper and making sure he got a good taste. Yosuke’s little groan and hand coming up to grab the back of Souji’s neck, pulling him closer, made Souji even more surprised, but more than anything he found himself delighted, delirious from a new wave of need.
Without breaking the kiss he got up off his knees and climbed on top of Yosuke in the armchair, settling down on his lap. The relief found in finally being able to rub up against something nearly made him whimper, and it was all he could do not to start working his hips, to grind against Yosuke until he came.
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“Several times, but I could stand hearing it again.” Souji returned the smile before biting his lip. The way Yosuke’s eyes changed then, the way his mouth slackened, made the muscles in Souji’s groin tighten again and the feeling of his cock, still freed from restraining cotton but hidden by a now rather sticky skirt, twitch made him gasp and rub up against Yosuke again, blindly seeking friction.
Yosuke’s hands tightened on Souji’s hips and pulled, helping Souji move, making him grind harder. “Well,” he let out something that was maybe supposed to be a chuckle but was more of a strangled grunt, “you do. You look so hot and… just…just knowing what hides under that skirt, it’s…” Another grunt, thumbs digging into Souji’s hipbones hard enough to hurt.
Souji didn’t give him opportunity to finish that sentence. “I’ll show you.” He rolled his hips again. “God, I’ll show you. Touch me.”
Immediately one of Yosuke’s hands slipped under his skirt and wrapped around his cock.
“Hell, you’re ready to blow, aren’t you…”
“You’ve no idea. I was so close when I, ah, when I sucked you off. It was a miracle I didn’t come then.”
Yosuke squeezed softly. “Wanna come now?”
“O-oh damn!” Souji bucked into Yosuke’s grip and scrunched his eyes shut with a hiss when the by now far too sensitive head rubbed against the skirt again. He jerked back, his cock sliding through Yosuke’s fist until only the head remained captured and when Yosuke squeezed again Souji nearly screamed. His hands flew up to Yosuke’s shoulders and clamped down on them in a silent plea to hold still. The effort it took not to thrust forward and make a mess all over Yosuke’s hand and the uniform was-had to be-enough to earn him a goddamn medal of some kind.
It took him at least a minute to calm down enough to be able to speak, a minute where Yosuke seemed to have understood Souji’s silent plea and held completely still. “Figured I’d save it until…but it’s harder than I thought. Way, way harder.” Souji gasped a laugh. “Not sure I’ve ever been this hard before.”
He gasped again as Yosuke grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down into a kiss, a scorching one that made him buck, sucking on Yosuke’s lips and tongue like he’d suck his cock and he realized there was no way he’d be able to hold back-Yosuke’s hand had tightened around him-and he was going to…going to-
“Come.”
Maybe it had been an order but it was more of a fact because in that moment Souji bit down far too hard on Yosuke’s lip, thrust his hips forward hard enough the stretch of foreskin, trapped in Yosuke’s firm grip, hurt, and came so violently he howled.
“Holy fuck…”
The amazement in Yosuke’s voice did nothing to dampen Souji’s pleasure.
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After catching his breath and at least bits of his sanity Souji opened his eyes and met Yosuke’s, heavy lidded and dark. “That was intense.” He shifted on top of Yosuke, only to find the cock none of them had had time or sense to tuck back into Yosuke’s jeans was half hard, nesting between the cheeks of Souji’s cotton clad ass. It made him shift again.
Yosuke groaned quietly before grabbing Souji’s hip with a sticky hand, urging him to hold still. “Understatement of the year, man.” With his free hand he reached under Souji’s skirt and gently pulled up his panties, not bothering to wipe him down beforehand, most probably thinking it wouldn’t matter anyways since they were already ruined, the cotton sticky and dark.
Souji resisted Yosuke’s grip and rolled his hips again, slowly and carefully. “You’re getting ready for a second round.” With a small smile he slipped his hands from Yosuke’s shoulders up to his neck, knitting his fingers behind it and letting his thumbs stroke along a smooth jaw.
Both of Yosuke’s hands now clamped down hard on Souji’s hips, this time making sure he didn’t move. “Can’t see how I couldn’t, getting to see you come like that. Your face, the look on it… I have jack-off material for months now.” He chuckled. “You really need to hold still though. My dick’s real sensitive.”
“I’m sorry. Want me to get off you?”
“Hell no, I love having you on my lap. Just sit still, willya?”
once again, tbc
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My face is so red I don't even... Holy shit you write some hot stuff.
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don't you worry, writer!anon, pwp is one of my favorite pastimes~
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And thank you, all you other anons, for the support! I'll do my best to finish this as soon as I can. &hearts
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i must know where this 'i'll show you mine' fic is because me with my limited resources, i cannot find it!
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Here! :D
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they don't suck at all! they're really, really cute. :3
glad you like the story btw. <3
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Yosuke let up his grip and slid his hands up to Souji’s chest. “You look hot by the way, and I mean hot as in uncomfortable.” He pinched the beige, wooly pullover. “Wanna take this off?”
Souji hesitated for a moment before nodding. Before he had a chance to do it himself, Yosuke had grabbed the hem of the garment and started pulling up, surprisingly gently, making sure not to ruffle Souji’s hair as he lifted his arms and allowed Yosuke to slip it off. Yosuke was right; he did feel more comfortable without it. The thin cotton of his blouse had gone slightly damp with sweat and the slight chill of the room quickly seeped through the fabric, cooling him down to the point where he even felt his nipples stiffen. He looked down at himself with a small shudder; it would be so easy to undo the buttons of the blouse and bare his chest now and, oh, would he look debauched like that.
Pondering the uniform he was wearing again struck an uneasy chord inside him, though, and he took a moment to try and figure out what it was that bothered him. It wasn’t easy, what with Yosuke stroking warm hands up and down his sides while he thought, but when it finally hit him he frowned. He could feel Yosuke stiffen a bit beneath him in response.
“What’s wrong?”
"I have to ask you... Why the schoolgirl uniform?"
Yosuke blinked in surprise at the question, before turning his head to the side, looking embarrassed. "Why my ass?" he mumbled, shooting the question of their number one fantasies back at Souji.
Souji tilted his head to the side with a faint smile. Did Yosuke even have to ask? "Because it's so intimate. Because it feels very forbidden. Because you’ve got a great ass. Because it gives me really vivid images of more, of fingers-“
Yosuke’s cheeks reddened. "Alright, alright, I get it. You've a hundred reasons for wanting to, uh, eat me out. I get it. But I don't know..."
"It’s just..." Souji paused and rubbed his neck. "Judging from our other activities I'm guessing I'm way off base, but... I can't help but wonder if you like it because you'd rather have a girl."
Yosuke’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? We’ve been together for months now and, yeah, I was a hesitant, fumbling idiot in the beginning but when have I ever acted like I rather wanted a girl?”
It was Souji’s turn to look away. “You used to go on about how cute this girl or the other was, then you kept poking fun at Kanji after we rescued him, and now this… I…I’ve been wondering before but it just hit me again, and I realize I need to know the truth.” He bit his lip. “It’s ok either way. We’ll work something out, but-”
A snort cut him off.
“Ha, it hasn’t even been an hour since I said something about how you’re always so confident. Funny. Anyways, listen, Souji.” Yosuke cupped Souji’s face in his hands, forcing him with a surprisingly firm grip to look at him. “I was in denial, ok? Full blown denial, oogling girls, hoping I’d enjoy it as much as I thought I should and hoping it’d help if I talked as much as I could about them too. And when I messed with Kanji, I think most of it was probably aimed at myself. Before you came to Inaba I had everything pretty much under control, but then I met you and…I kinda started having these feelings for you and it was really confusing and then came that damn bathhouse and just sort of threw everything in my face and I worked my ass off to not let it get to me and pretend everything was alright.” He stopped to take a deep breath, having run out while delivering a little speech so clear, introspective and wise it made Souji’s heart start beating faster and an emotion he didn’t quite want to put his finger on grow in his chest, making it almost hard to breathe.
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