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... )
“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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http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j477/oneradmot/marukyu/outfitswitchsouji2.jpg
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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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Souji swallowed hard before nodding as much as Yosuke’s tight grip allowed him. “Got it,” he croaked. The warm feeling in his chest spread through his body, making his cheeks heat up and his hands tingle. He tried a smile. “That was quite the speech, Yosuke. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Shut up.” Yosuke made sure Souji did just that by pulling him into a hard kiss.
It took Souji a couple of minutes to pull away, instantly wanting more at the wet sound of their lips parting, but knowing he had to wrap up what he’d started first. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, smiling for real this time.
“Anytime. I was planning on telling you anyways. Not in a long ramble maybe, but just…letting you in on my history.” Yosuke smiled back, looking so sweet Souji wanted even more to kiss him again and preferably never stop; with his cheeks flushed like that and his hair messed up and his lips all swollen and sticky and red-lips Souji couldn’t stop staring at, missing the words that next came out of Yosuke’s mouth, transfixed at the sight of it moving, the hint of white teeth and wet tongue.
“…I just don’t know.”
Souji blinked and tore his eyes away and back up to Yosuke’s. “Sorry?”
“The skirt. I don’t know why it turns me on so much. I just think it looks hot, ok?” Yosuke frowned, eyeing Souji closely. “You ok? You look like you’re somewhere else.”
Souji snapped his mouth shut, realizing it had hung open, the tip of his tongue trailing the corner of it up and down. “Sorry. It’s just-Your lips, they’re…”
“They’re what..?” Yosuke’s gaze narrowed.
“So hot,” Souji murmured, unable to stop himself from brushing a couple of fingers against them. They slipped easily thanks to the traces of saliva still there and when he pushed softly they slid inside, Yosuke allowing the intrusion without protest. It made Souji groan low in his throat. “Fuckable,” he sighed, “like they’re made for-“ Yosuke’s groan in reply cut him off and instead he pushed his fingers deeper, feeling a jolt run through him when Yosuke tightened his lips and sucked. “Oh...”
Beneath him Yosuke’s cock twitched. He leaned back a little, resting more weight right on top of it and felt it twitch again, felt it grow harder against his ass. “Oh!”
Yosuke turned his head to the side while still sucking hard and the fingers slipped from his mouth with a sharp pop. With hands Souji could feel were trembling faintly Yosuke reached under Souji’s skirt and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his panties. “These need to come off.”
Souji clenched his teeth on a moan. “Means I have to get off you.”
“Then get off.” He released Souji’s panties with a snap and flattened his hands against his stomach and pushed lightly. “Get off me and take ‘em off. I wanna-I wanna f-fuck you.”
Souji obeyed and slid off Yosuke without protest. “You better have bought condoms.”
Yosuke was already fighting to get his jeans and boxers off, lifting his ass off the chair and tugging them over his hips down to his knees, where they stuck. “Another bag, black, by the door.”
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He hunkered down and grabbed a small cardboard box, tugging it open and ripping one foil wrapped condom off of the long strip folded neatly inside, before grabbing a little red bottle lying next to it, which he took a closer look at as he straightened up again. Strawberry flavored lubricant. What was it with Yosuke and strawberries? Souji made a mental note to ask him sometime while walking back to the chair where Yosuke waited, now naked from the waist down and with a hand wrapped around his cock. The sight of it made Souji want to sink to his knees again, maybe try out the lube, smear it all over Yosuke’s cock and see if it tasted as good as the label on the bottle said it would. Instead he dropped it and the condom on Yosuke’s belly and lifted his skirt.
He hooked his thumbs in his panties and paused until he met Yosuke’s eyes, watched them snap down to between his legs, growing almost comically wide as he started pulling the garment down. He had considered making a show of it, shimmying out of his underwear slowly, wiggling his hips and maybe turning around and bending over but instead he tugged them down in one fluid movement and kicked them to the side. There wasn’t time for theatrics.
Bracing himself on an armrest he leaned down and tilted Yosuke’s head back with a firm grip on his chin. “Will you put it on, or do you want me to do it?”
“You do it,” Yosuke panted. “Not sure if I can right now.”
Souji gave a brisk nod and climbed on top of Yosuke again, forcing spread legs shut before sitting down on bony knees. He ripped the small package open with the help of his teeth while snapping the lid on the bottle open with his free hand. The artificial stickysweet smell of strawberries hit his nose, nearly making him laugh as he spit the piece of foil to the side, before he with a practiced move held up the condom and let a couple of drops of lube fill the tip. When he snapped the lid shut and put the bottle back on Yosuke’s stomach he caught Yosuke’s eyes.
The look in them made Souji pause.
“You’ve really done this before, huh…” Yosuke was chewing on his bottom lip, his words mumbled, and he looked both turned on and wary at the same time.
Souji’s stomach sank. “Ah. Yes, I have.”
“A lot?”
“Depends on what you mean by ‘a lot’. Look, Yosuke, is this really the time to talk about this?” Souji ran a hand through Yosuke’s hair. “I’m here with you now. You’re the only one on my mind. Just like you said I’m on yours.”
“Yeah, ok…” Yosuke sighed while toying lightly with the bow fastened around Souji’s neck. “I mean, I get that. I know that. I just don’t want to be a total loser in comparison.”
“You’ve never done this before.”
“Dude, no need to rub it in.”
“And you won’t be a loser, there’s no way you could be. I lo-” Souji choked on a word he hadn’t even known was lurking in him. He felt himself starting to blush, something like panic rising in his chest, which he forced down quickly-desperately. “I…like you. I don’t care if you last ten seconds. We have all the time in the world to practice.”
“Ok…” Yosuke didn’t look completely convinced, but he seemed to relax a little, either ignoring or having completely missed Souji’s slip of tongue.
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