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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
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“Boxers or briefs, dude?”
Souji looks up from the textbook he’s been pouring over and just stares at Yosuke for a second. The guy is sprawled on top of his futon, a book on ancient Greece sitting neglected a few inches away from his hands. For all appearances, he seems to be totally serious about the question.
“What?” It’s just about the only appropriate response Souji can come up with. Weren’t they talking about the birth of democracy a minute ago? Closing the book, he places it on the worktable in front of him and smiles. “If you wanted to take a study break, you could’ve just said so.”
Yosuke sits up and shrugs his shoulders. “Nah, it’s not that.” He pauses. “I mean, a study break is good and all, but I’m just curious.”
“About the sort of underwear I wear.”
“Yeah.”
“Boxers,” Souji states, still not entirely sure what Yosuke is aiming for. His best friend nods his head, as if accepting this simple but definitive answer, before letting a smile creep onto his features. “Cotton or silk?”
“…cotton,” he responds, brow creasing now. “Seriously, Yosuke, what the hell is this about?” The guy just waves a hand vaguely in the air and presses his lips together, as if trying to come up with an answer. “Well, you know, a guy’s curious. Sometimes.
“So uh. Solid or patterned?”
“…”
“W-what!? It’s… it’s a perfectly legitimate question!” Yosuke sputters, ears growing pink. Souji quirks a brow and folds his arms in front of his chest. Still, there’s a faintly amused smile on his face. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just show you?”
“S-show me? W-why would you need to do that, Souji?” the other replies, voice a pitch higher than it normally is. A nervous smile curls his lips, and the blush on his features only grows darker. “Haha… Don’t… joke around like that.”
“I was just going to show you what I had in the wardrobe,” Souji answers flatly. The grin on his face changes into a playful smirk when he sees Yosuke visibly freeze. His best friend stares at the floor for a long moment before slowly letting his gaze meet Souji’s.
“So. You… weren’t… going to um.” His hand gestures frantically in the air. “You know.”
“No, I don’t.” Souji’s laughing inside now. “Tell me, Yosuke.”
“You know, you can be such an ass sometimes.”
Souji just looks at him expectantly, and with a growl, Yosuke gets up and stomps over to stand in front of him. Hands balled in fists, he just glares down at the other, while his best friend just smiles.
“F-fine. I’ll find out for myself.”
Yosuke, face beet red, pushes the worktable aside and drops to his knees in front of Souji. It’s a move he doesn’t expect, and it’s an even bigger surprise when the brunette automatically goes for his pants, hands fumbling to get the belt undone and the fly down. Fingers pull none-too-gently at the waistband, forcing Souji’s pants down and off of his hips, and the second they are, Yosuke stops, as if suddenly realizing what he’s doing.
“…s-solid, I-I see,” he mumbles, hands nervously splayed across his best friend’s thighs. Yosuke’s unable to meet his friend’s eyes, and he chews on his lower lip, as if trying to figure out what to say. “H-hey, Souji… I’m… sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” He tries to laugh and fails miserably. “Let’s just…”
“Yosuke.”
“Forget about it.”
“Yosuke.”
“Just forget about it, a-alright!?”
“Yosuke!” Souji grabs his friend’s shoulders, shakes lightly. Yosuke finally looks up and blinks. His eyes search his friends face for a hint of anger or disgust, but it’s not there. “You’re not pissed?” he says, dumbstruck. “After I…” His hands make more vague gestures. “I-I mean…”
With a soft sigh, Souji leans down and shuts the other up with a brief kiss. “If you leave me hanging,” he murmurs, as his hand directs Yosuke’s toward his groin. “You’re going to be the ass here, and then I’ll be pissed.”
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