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3/4 I lied, I'm sorry.

[anonymous]

“Fuck you.” He might almost have stopped at that point, except that then there were fingers slipping in between his pants and the y-fronts, and though he’d thought it couldn’t get better, it did. Now, Souji was just sitting there, watching his face, and Yosuke watched his other hand creep down his hip and take his own cock in hand, give it a few strokes through the cloth. Damnit, the boy looked HOT, and Yosuke could feel the beginning of that tightening that signaled he was close to coming, and he thought, too soon, not yet.

Thankfully, Souji stopped then, seemed to consider. Then, he got up, settling on the foot of Yosuke’s bed. “Your turn, princess. C’mere.” He wanted to swear at the bastard, wanted to refuse, but somehow, he was crawling to kneel between Souji’s thighs, gazing up at the other boy as though he didn’t know what was coming next. He had that look, again, and Yosuke was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to see it anymore without it going straight to his groin. Souji placed one hand gently but insistently on his head, and he opened his lips, gingerly taking in his cock. The cotton immediately sucked all the moisture from his mouth, but he supposed it didn’t matter for now; the way Souji’s fingers tightened in his hair seemed to back up this idea. He started out mouthing it sullenly, unwillingly, but when his half-hearted ministrations produced tantalizing low moans, he gained enthusiasm. He wanted to make those noises happen again; he was in charge, for once, not Souji, despite the hand determinedly pushing his head up and down. He wrapped his lips around the cloth-covered shaft, now keeping his tongue back, out of the way, now pausing to lick tentative little flicks and lingering strokes along Souji’s length, and then sucking gently at the tip, and that now invisible but tasteable wet spot, listening intently to the changes, the hitches in breathing each activity produced.

He looked up when he could, admiring the almost casual way his friend leaned back on one hand, the light from the still-on TV playing up the toned muscles of his chest and the dip of his collarbone. His hand crept between his own legs, pulling his cock out of his underwear, and stroking it to the same rhythm that was echoing through the rest of his body. He wondered what it felt like, and he wanted to feel Souji sucking on him, too, feel that silky hair against his thighs. Standing up and somehow shucking off his pants in one motion, he pushed Souji back before he could say anything, and then clambered up to straddle his shoulders. Souji opened his mouth as if to say something, and Yosuke took that as an invitation to shove his dick in that dark opening.

Well. If it had felt half this good, no wonder Souji had been making so much noise. His mouth was wet and hot, and he savoured its different textures: softness of the inside of his cheek, roughness of his tongue, a light scrape of his teeth here, and the pliant strength of his lips. Now that he was doing it, he didn’t give a fuck what Souji’s hair felt like. He heard the distinctive sound of his friend’s hand sliding up and down his cock, and that, combined with the little sighs he emitted around his mouthful, was too much for him. He braced both hands above Souji’s head, his hips rocking almost violently forward, thrusting into his mouth over and over, not caring that it hurt just a little. Souji’s moans became desperate cries, and he slacked off a little, but got a headshake, no. He watched intently as his friend’s face contorted, his body tensing underneath him. One last low growl of pleasure ripped out of him, and seemed to travel up into Yosuke, and he was coming, hunching forwards, hips jerking uncontrollably.

He stayed like that, curled over him, dick softening, breathing hard, until Souji’s hand connected sharply with his ass. “-Eck off ‘ee, pin-hess!” He rolled sideways, and then lay there, stupidly; Souji pushed himself up beside him, wiping his chin. They fell asleep like that, on top of the blankets, watching each other, the light from the TV still falling across their bodies.

Re: 3/4 I lied, I'm sorry.

[anonymous]

Bastard-ji FTW!

I loved this, anon. Hot and kinda funny too. Poor Yosuke didn't stand a chance.