I SEARCH FOR YOUR HEART~
The night had all started out fairly simple, and rather like the times they hung out. Yousuke had brought over a new movie- an action movie this time, since last time it was kind of a chick flick and he could tell Souji was never really into those- though, they weren't really paying it all that much attention the first time around. Once Souji was comfortable on the sofa across the room from the TV, Yousuke climbed across him to lay down.
Nestling his head against his chest and under his chin, he cuddled up on him with a content sigh. Souji smiled, moving a hand to run his fingers through his hair. It didn't take long for the kissing to start; Yousuke tugged a little at the collar of his shirt, tilting his head up for one. Happy to oblige, Souji moved so that he was chest-to-chest with him, hand leaving his hair to rest on his cheek as he kissed him.
Nipping a little at his mouth after a couple minutes, Souji deepened the kiss, corners of his mouth quirking up when he heard Yousuke sigh deeply, melting into him and kissing back. He let out a little whine with the next bite to his lip, moving to get into a better position. Likewise, Souji tried to sit up a little, moving his legs to help with the repositioning.
"A-ah..." he pulled back when Yousuke made a strangled noise, blinking stupidly until he realized why. Yousuke, now red in the face, started biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut as soon as Souji's leg had slid between his when they'd been moving on his sofa. He dug his fingers into his shirt, bowing his head down to hide his face in his shoulder. "S-sorry, uhm..."
"You're..." well, it didn't surprise Souji as much as he thought it would. There'd been a few times where they stopped doing this and started up a movie or played a game because they didn't want to get to this point. But they were there now, and he was trying to decide what to do.
Hesitating for a moment, he moved his leg, thigh sliding up against the slight bulge. "Ngh, S-Souji..." Yousuke gripped tighter to his shirt, entire body stiffening up as he tried to fight against the want to move with him. The movements still didn't stop, even when he felt teeth and lips up against his neck. He let out a short but loud moan that did slow Souji down a little, though, if only so he could blindly reach and get his remote to turn the television up. Nanako and his uncle weren't home, but he wasn't sure when she would get back from her friend's, and had no idea if Dojima would come back from work or not.
Instead of setting it on the table again, he simply let it drop to the floor, mouth moving to jaw once he'd left a mark on his neck as his hands moved to his hips. Yousuke's went for his shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt there until he pulled his face back, enough for him to kiss Souji again. He couldn't help but whimper a little when Souji pulled his leg away, even as he kept kissing him, biting his lip once.
"Hang on," he shifted a little, pulling back from kissing him to take his shoulders and roll them both over. Yousuke simply went with it, trusting him to not send them rolling to the floor (and too dazed to care anyways).
"What're you--?" Yousuke looked up at him now, a bit dazed and thoroughly kissed. His brain short circuited when Souji rocked his hips into his, grinding down, forcing out an unintelligible groan. At first, it was a little haphazard, but Souji got a rhythm after a minute, clenching his hands against the couch next to his head. "Oh... oh god."
For a moment, the only thing Yousuke could do was lay there, flexing his fingers into the fabric of Souji's shirt. But after a minute, he began to move his hips a little, pressing up against him in return as he bit down on his lip. It was all he could really do to keep from moaning out more (it didn't help all that much, but it wasn't like he could help it). One particularly loud one slipped out when he heard Souji groan, face flushing even more when he moved his legs to hook around his.
Lifting a hand from the couch, Souji turned Yousuke's head by the chin, kissing him again. It was a lot more broken up than before, between breathing and arching and the noises they both made (Yousuke was sounding particularly lewd, it almost fried his brain listening to it).
Though the pace had been fairly slow, listening and feeling Yousuke underneath him caused Souji to press down just a little more, move a bit faster. In turn, Yousuke pulled his hips closer, burying his face into his neck and biting to hold in another unintelligent, very loud noise. He heard a hiss close to his ear as a result, shivering at the feeling of warm air on his neck. After a minute, instead of the low groans he'd been hearing, Yousuke actually heard Souji talk. "Hey. Look at me."
With a little whine, Yousuke pulled his head back, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. Souji's face made him want to look away again, his own eyes half-closed, mouth partially open, combined with the way he was looking at him was something like a headrush.
"S-shit!" Clenching his eyes shut, Yousuke arched up against him, grabbing at the couch, at his clothes, trying to find a place to hold on to when he came, shuddering and moaning again. It was only after he heard Souji groan, felt him burying his face into his shoulder as he came (far more quietly), that he realized that they were still very much clothed.
And that they did, in fact, just creamed their pants.
"Fuck, Souji..." he reddened all over again, lifting a hand to cover his lower face as the other boy moved to sit up on his knees, looking down at himself. Shifting, Yousuke made a face, though it was hidden behind his hand. "God that feels so gross." He looked up when he heard Souji laughing, face flushing even more if it was possible. "W-well, I mean. Uhm. That didn't feel gross..."
"I know what you mean," Souji leaned down to kiss his forehead, then untangled Yousuke's legs from his so he could stand. A little wobbly at first, he rubbed at the side of his neck once he got his balance. He winced a little when he brushed across the bite, and that's what made Yousuke flail and at least sit up, looking apologetic. He just laughed a bit. "It's all right."
Offering Yousuke a hand to help him off the couch, Souji caught him when he wobbled forward, bumping into his chest. "Eww, it's all sticky..."
What he said next caught him off guard. "You can borrow some pants while I wash them."
"..." Yousuke only had to consider it for a second, about to say how awkward that'd be, when he realized he'd basically gotten done dry humping his best friend. The thought of it made him bury his face into Souji's chest with a weak groan. "As long as Nanako-chan doesn't see my boxers hanging out with your laundry..."
Souji just laughed.
Persona 4
Souji/Yousuke. No specific date. PWP not-quite-but-almost-porn (frottage ;D) SURPRAIS, KATE.
Nestling his head against his chest and under his chin, he cuddled up on him with a content sigh. Souji smiled, moving a hand to run his fingers through his hair. It didn't take long for the kissing to start; Yousuke tugged a little at the collar of his shirt, tilting his head up for one. Happy to oblige, Souji moved so that he was chest-to-chest with him, hand leaving his hair to rest on his cheek as he kissed him.
Nipping a little at his mouth after a couple minutes, Souji deepened the kiss, corners of his mouth quirking up when he heard Yousuke sigh deeply, melting into him and kissing back. He let out a little whine with the next bite to his lip, moving to get into a better position. Likewise, Souji tried to sit up a little, moving his legs to help with the repositioning.
"A-ah..." he pulled back when Yousuke made a strangled noise, blinking stupidly until he realized why. Yousuke, now red in the face, started biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut as soon as Souji's leg had slid between his when they'd been moving on his sofa. He dug his fingers into his shirt, bowing his head down to hide his face in his shoulder. "S-sorry, uhm..."
"You're..." well, it didn't surprise Souji as much as he thought it would. There'd been a few times where they stopped doing this and started up a movie or played a game because they didn't want to get to this point. But they were there now, and he was trying to decide what to do.
Hesitating for a moment, he moved his leg, thigh sliding up against the slight bulge. "Ngh, S-Souji..." Yousuke gripped tighter to his shirt, entire body stiffening up as he tried to fight against the want to move with him. The movements still didn't stop, even when he felt teeth and lips up against his neck. He let out a short but loud moan that did slow Souji down a little, though, if only so he could blindly reach and get his remote to turn the television up. Nanako and his uncle weren't home, but he wasn't sure when she would get back from her friend's, and had no idea if Dojima would come back from work or not.
Instead of setting it on the table again, he simply let it drop to the floor, mouth moving to jaw once he'd left a mark on his neck as his hands moved to his hips. Yousuke's went for his shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt there until he pulled his face back, enough for him to kiss Souji again. He couldn't help but whimper a little when Souji pulled his leg away, even as he kept kissing him, biting his lip once.
"Hang on," he shifted a little, pulling back from kissing him to take his shoulders and roll them both over. Yousuke simply went with it, trusting him to not send them rolling to the floor (and too dazed to care anyways).
"What're you--?" Yousuke looked up at him now, a bit dazed and thoroughly kissed. His brain short circuited when Souji rocked his hips into his, grinding down, forcing out an unintelligible groan. At first, it was a little haphazard, but Souji got a rhythm after a minute, clenching his hands against the couch next to his head. "Oh... oh god."
For a moment, the only thing Yousuke could do was lay there, flexing his fingers into the fabric of Souji's shirt. But after a minute, he began to move his hips a little, pressing up against him in return as he bit down on his lip. It was all he could really do to keep from moaning out more (it didn't help all that much, but it wasn't like he could help it). One particularly loud one slipped out when he heard Souji groan, face flushing even more when he moved his legs to hook around his.
Lifting a hand from the couch, Souji turned Yousuke's head by the chin, kissing him again. It was a lot more broken up than before, between breathing and arching and the noises they both made (Yousuke was sounding particularly lewd, it almost fried his brain listening to it).
Though the pace had been fairly slow, listening and feeling Yousuke underneath him caused Souji to press down just a little more, move a bit faster. In turn, Yousuke pulled his hips closer, burying his face into his neck and biting to hold in another unintelligent, very loud noise. He heard a hiss close to his ear as a result, shivering at the feeling of warm air on his neck. After a minute, instead of the low groans he'd been hearing, Yousuke actually heard Souji talk. "Hey. Look at me."
With a little whine, Yousuke pulled his head back, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. Souji's face made him want to look away again, his own eyes half-closed, mouth partially open, combined with the way he was looking at him was something like a headrush.
"S-shit!" Clenching his eyes shut, Yousuke arched up against him, grabbing at the couch, at his clothes, trying to find a place to hold on to when he came, shuddering and moaning again. It was only after he heard Souji groan, felt him burying his face into his shoulder as he came (far more quietly), that he realized that they were still very much clothed.
And that they did, in fact, just creamed their pants.
"Fuck, Souji..." he reddened all over again, lifting a hand to cover his lower face as the other boy moved to sit up on his knees, looking down at himself. Shifting, Yousuke made a face, though it was hidden behind his hand. "God that feels so gross." He looked up when he heard Souji laughing, face flushing even more if it was possible. "W-well, I mean. Uhm. That didn't feel gross..."
"I know what you mean," Souji leaned down to kiss his forehead, then untangled Yousuke's legs from his so he could stand. A little wobbly at first, he rubbed at the side of his neck once he got his balance. He winced a little when he brushed across the bite, and that's what made Yousuke flail and at least sit up, looking apologetic. He just laughed a bit. "It's all right."
Offering Yousuke a hand to help him off the couch, Souji caught him when he wobbled forward, bumping into his chest. "Eww, it's all sticky..."
What he said next caught him off guard. "You can borrow some pants while I wash them."
"..." Yousuke only had to consider it for a second, about to say how awkward that'd be, when he realized he'd basically gotten done dry humping his best friend. The thought of it made him bury his face into Souji's chest with a weak groan. "As long as Nanako-chan doesn't see my boxers hanging out with your laundry..."
Souji just laughed.
Persona 4
Souji/Yousuke. No specific date. PWP not-quite-but-almost-porn (frottage ;D) SURPRAIS, KATE.