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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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Yosuke didn’t need to look at Souji to know he was bored. He could hear the sound of rustling fabric as the other boy jostled his leg restlessly, and the subtle, very quiet sighs he emitted now and then as they sat at a table in the far, dark corner of the library and studied.
“Dude, you’re doing it again,” he warned. “C’mon, I’m trying to concentrate!”
“Sorry.” Souji quieted his leg, instead opting to rest his chin on the heel of his hand - not enough strength in the back and shoulders, Yosuke was sure to note - and stared out the window at the gently-falling snow.
It was February, and they were gearing up for mid-terms. After his dismal performance on their previous exams (and who could blame him, really, with everything else they’d had to worry about!), Yosuke was making a desperate attempt to pull up his grades at least a little. He’d caught Souji just out of class this afternoon and begged him to help him study; the exam was tomorrow, and Souji always had the highest marks, so inviting him to a study session seemed to be a fool-proof plan.
Unfortunately, studying seemed to rank pretty low on Souij’s desired activities that day.
“You must be pretty confident,” Yosuke noted as he gestured toward Souji’s closed books. “Exams start tomorrow, dude. Are you sure you’re not forgetting anything?”
Souji made a neutral noise and shrugged a little. “I feel pretty Knowledgeable, I guess. I don’t think it’ll be very difficult this time around.”
Yosuke obviously couldn’t hear the capitalization of ‘knowledgeable’, and he was quickly growing annoyed with Souji’s lazy attitude. “I’m happy for you, partner, I really am, but some of us are going to bomb these tests if we don’t learn some of this crap yesterday.”
“Sorry,” Souji apologized again, opening a nearby book and breathing a deep sigh to clear his mind. This bout of concentration lasted all of thirty seconds before he was staring at the ceiling, and the book slipped out of Souji’s hands and clattered to the floor.
“DUDE!”
“Sorry!”
Yosuke groaned and threw himself down on the table, burying his face in his books and hoping that he’d be able to absorb some of the information by osmosis. It was his only hope. “What is with you? This is worse than studying with Chie. Arrggh, my parents are going to kill me!”
Souji didn’t respond, but Yosuke could tell he had gotten out of his chair to retrieve his book. After a few moments of silence, he heard a whisper through the table, directly below him.
“Might as well have some fun before you die, then.”
It happened quickly (Souji was so good with his hands), and by the time Yosuke could manage to voice a protest, his zipper was down, hands were pushing his thighs apart, and a mind-blowing heat was surrounding his dick.
Yosuke clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the surprised moan that left his lips without permission. Oh, no way.
“Shit - dude, what are you doing?!” he hissed through his fingers in the quietest whisper possible.
The heat and wetness withdrew, and he heard the reply in a hushed, mischievous voice. “I’m blowing you.”
“Here?!”
But Souji returned to his task, and no additional explanation was offered. Yosuke kept his mouth covered, but his eyes were open wide and staring down at the textbooks, unseeing. They had done this before, but only ever in the safety and privacy of their bedrooms, and god it had been good then, but for some reason, right now it was amazing.
He was suddenly extremely aware of their very public surroundings - although dividers separated the tables in this quieter section of the library, they’d be screwed if someone walked by or decided to look in on them. He fought to keep his breathing steady, to not draw attention to himself, but it was so difficult when his brain was flooded with the feeling of Souji’s soft lips sliding up and down his cock, when he could close his eyes and imagine it was Souji’s entrance he was sliding into, all hot and tight and -
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Souji grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them down to the chair at his sides. He moved his mouth away again, giving him quick, teasing licks, and murmured, “You’re right. We should probably study some more.”
“Y-yeah, we should!”
“What’s the antonym of ‘diffuse’?”
Yosuke paused. “What?”
He could feel the heat of Souji’s breath against his erection as he spoke. “I promise you’ll want to answer.”
Oh my god. “Uh …” Yosuke licked his lips and shut his eyes tight. “C-concentrated.”
He felt himself sink back into that soft warmth, and his eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open but making no sound. This was either the best or the worst study session in the history of ever.
Yosuke tried to focus on the book in front of him, but Souji’s hands were still firmly around his wrists and he couldn’t turn the pages. Whenever he got a question wrong, Souji would refuse to continue until he got one right, which usually led to a lot of frustrated mental flailing until he hit upon the correct answer by chance, whereupon Souji would suck him for a little while. It wasn’t long before Yosuke just couldn’t think anymore, before his hips were lifting off the chair and he was pushing his erection impatiently into Souji’s inviting mouth.
There weren’t any more questions. Souji was done teasing him. He felt the other boy’s hands lift away from his wrists, felt his fingers curl around his shaft and pump up and down in an alternate rhythm with the bobbing of his head. Yosuke leaned forward onto the table again, burying his head in his arms and gasping quietly into the sleeves of his uniform.
It was too much. He came with only a second’s warning, the jumbled-up knot of lust and need coming unraveled with a flick of Souji’s tongue, and he spilled himself down the other boy’s throat with only the faintest of noises. He felt Souji’s lips tighten and pull away, shuddered as the tongue caressed him in one more long, hard lick, and he slumped in his chair, panting as Souji reappeared at the other side of the table.
“I cannot believe you,” he moaned after he’d regained his breath.
Souji smirked at him, and then licked his lips, turning his attention to the window once more.
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At Lunchtime, the day the exam results were posted, Souji was pleased, but quite unsurprised to see his name at the top of the list.
“Way to go, Seta,” someone said, clapping him on the shoulder.
“You keep beating me,” Yukiko pouted, but he could see admiration in her eyes. “Well, I’ll just have to try harder on the finals. I’ll definitely reclaim the top spot from you!”
Souji smiled, feeling a little more popular due to the appreciation of his friends. As he turned to leave, however, it became instantly clear that there was one friend in particular who did not feel anything at all like appreciation toward him.
Yosuke was in full-on pout mode. “This is your fault,” he said, poking a finger into Souji’s collarbone. “I’m dead last and I blame you.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t left all your studying until the last minute…”
“Maybe if you hadn’t -“ Yosuke’s face reddened and he cut himself off before he said the words. “… I STILL BLAME YOU.”
“But you got so many questions right when we…” Souji paused briefly, but very deliberately, letting his eyes fall to Yosuke’s lips and then raising them again to eye-level. “…practiced.”
Yosuke blushed even harder, wheeled around, and stormed away without a word.
“What’s with him?” Yukiko asked.
Souji shrugged. In truth, he did feel a little guilty, but Yosuke always put off his studying, and he felt like he would never learn his lesson without a little tough love.
Yosuke didn’t talk to him for a week.
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“Hey…” Yosuke’s voice was quiet, resigned. “Do … you have some time today?”
Souji was relieved. He’d been starting to wonder if Yosuke was ever going to forgive him. “Yeah. You wanna come over?”
At his acceptance, his friend (boyfriend? They’d never really clarified that detail of their relationship) seemed to cheer up a little. “N-no, actually I was wondering if … you want to come over here today. My folks are busy at the store and it’s my day off, so … y’know. I’ve got the house to myself and…”
Souji smiled. It seemed like Yosuke was definitely ready to make up. “Yeah … sounds good.”
“Really?” Yosuke must have realized how eager he sounded, and he laughed sheepishly. “Uh, I mean, great. I’ll see you when you get here.”
And so Souji made the trek to Yosuke’s house instead of the shopping district, letting Nanako know where he was going on his way out the door.
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He couldn’t suppress a smile as he followed Yosuke into his bedroom - dark curtains had been drawn across the window, and the room was cast in the soft orange glow of several flickering candles.
“Romantic,” Souji remarked, knowing it would get a rise out of the other boy, which it did. Yosuke looked away and scoffed.
“I was just trying - I mean, I wanted you to…” Yosuke swallowed nervously, and faced him again. “I missed you, man,” he said, quietly and seriously, and Souji’s smile faded out of respect for that seriousness. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. It was stupid of me to be mad at you for something that was my fault.”
“It’s all right. I’m sorry, too.”
Yosuke smiled and leaned closer, pressing a chaste and tentative kiss against his lips. There was little point in pretense, not with the current atmosphere. Souji deepened the kiss, trailing his hands up Yosuke’s lithe body until he could thread his fingers through the soft spikes of hair. The other boy’s hands rested on either side of his face, thumbs gently stroking across his cheekbones as they kissed passionately with their lips and tongues, burning away the loneliness of the past week. They slowly parted, each new kiss becoming shorter and sweeter until their lips barely touched and Yosuke whispered against them.
“I want to apologize,” he said softly. He pecked Souji’s lips again, and Souji’s hands trailed down his arms as he pulled away. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
Souji just nodded, his heart suddenly racing, pounding blood into areas of his body that were definitely not his brain. He settled himself down on the other boy’s futon, undoing the top couple of buttons on his shirt as he waited anxiously for him to return. They’d done some highly enjoyable experimenting prior to this afternoon, but hadn’t done much beyond oral sex, although during a previous encounter they had both expressed an interest in taking things further. Would that happen today? Had Yosuke prepared … things? (Oh god, what would they need?) Souji was a dependable and capable leader, but he was also a teenage boy, and awkwardness with sex came part and parcel with that title.
He didn’t have much time to worry before the door opened, slowly. Souji held his breath as Yosuke slipped into the room, arms wrapped around himself, eyes downcast-
And wearing the schoolgirl uniform.
“I uh … I never gave it back after that stupid beauty pageant,” Yosuke stammered. “And you - I mean, you like girls too, right? So -“
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“Oh god, this is so embarrassing…”
“No! No…” Souji managed to collect his thoughts in time to stop Yosuke from retreating. “It’s - it’s good. It’s … wow, please get over here.”
Yosuke couldn’t look him in the eye, which somehow made him even more adorable. Souji watched as he walked across the room on thin, bare legs, stockings pulled up to his knees, the skirt just short enough to tease him. He reached up and took Yosuke’s hand, pulling him down onto the futon; the other boy landed on his lap with a quiet gasp, straddling his hips, and Souji kissed him desperately.
Yosuke was subtly rocking his hips against Souji’s, and Souji knew they were both getting hard; his pants were uncomfortably tight and Yosuke’s skirt was lifting up just slightly. He steadied Yosuke on his lap with one hand and ran the other up the other boy’s thigh, moving steadily higher, up and under the skirt-
His hand was slapped away. “Uh-uh,” Yosuke breathed in his ear. Souji moaned as a shiver ran all the way from his scalp down to his groin. “Not yet.”
Souji buried his face Yosuke’s neck and groaned, kissing every inch of skin his lips could contact, hands wandering brazenly over his chest and back, under the shirt, brushing skin and ribs and nipples. God, he wanted Yosuke so badly. It wasn’t helping that Yosuke was suddenly really into this dress-up thing, writhing in Souji’s arms, tilting his head back to expose his neck and moaning extremely prettily.
“Ahh…” Yosuke’s hand trailed down his own chest, and thighs, and then under the skirt and … oh god. “S-souji…”
Souji lost it. He threw Yosuke down onto the futon, crushing their mouths together, and his hand went under the skirt, into the underwear, and straight for Yosuke’s crotch. His best friend cried out into his mouth as Souji’s fingers stroked him firmly, but he wasn’t going to be deterred this time.
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Souji stilled his hand and looked up, suspended over Yosuke’s body.
“I want to … do it with you. All right?”
Yosuke was looking him straight in the eyes, his face flushed and fucking beautiful in the combination of candlelight and Souji’s hazy, lust-filled vision.
What was he going to say? No?
“Yeah…” he finally whispered, touching his forehead to Yosuke’s and exhaling shakily. “Me too.” Another, somewhat more awkward pause. “Um … so … how should we…?”
“You can do it,” Yosuke said quickly, and then he chuckled to cover up his nervousness. “You’ve always been my Leader, right?” He smiled, his expression soft and warm, and Souji melted when he whispered, “I trust you.”
Yosuke instructed him to close his eyes as he got up from the futon and got some necessary items (“Dude, don’t make me say it…”) And so, Souji was laying on the futon, eyes closed, hard as a rock, and ready to lose his virginity to his best friend, when something cold and metal snapped around his wrists.
He didn’t open his eyes at first, although he was immediately suspicious. With a tug of his wrists, he figured the chain must have been linked around the metal bar of the TV stand. He didn’t really mind if this was the way Yosuke wanted to play things, but wouldn’t this make their first time a bit difficult? “Uh, Yosuke…?”
“You can open your eyes.”
His voice was different; that tone he used before, the alternately nervous and sexy one, was completely back to normal. Souji opened his eyes to see Yosuke standing over him, his arms crossed and an extremely dark look shadowing his face.
“My parents grounded me for having the lowest test scores in the entire second year,” Yosuke informed him. “I had a lot of time to think about how I’d repay you.”
Souji groaned and closed his eyes again. At least the sting of being played was dulled somewhat by his general horniness, but he had the feeling that he wouldn’t be very grateful about that for much longer. “Yosuke, I said I was sorry…”
“Yeah, I know. I still think you could use some time to reflect on how sorry, though.” Yosuke smiled brightly. “I have to run to Junes for a while. Have fun!”
“No - wait, please -“ Souji pulled at the handcuffs uselessly as Yosuke left the room. “Come back! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! I’ll - I’ll wear the uniform next time!”
There was a pause. Yosuke peeked in on him. “That’s not a bad idea, partner.”
And then he was alone.
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this so extremely hot..
poor souji, haha XD thanks for writing this!
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