Right here, right now

Title: Right here, right now.
Author: Lar.
Fandom: Shin Megami Tensi: Persona 4.
Warning(s): Porn~
Pairing(s): Yosuke/Souji.
Disclaimer: I do not own Persona 4 or any of its' characters.
Notes: It's been a while since I posted anything I've written, and over a year before I did so with porn, so I'll admit to being a little nervous, here. I think the 'PWP' thing says about everything else you need to know about this one XD;

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How, exactly, had he ended up here? Shoved into a rest-room cubical off to the side of the Junes staff room with his best friend man-handling him blindly out of his pants while he pressed him against the cubical wall so hard it almost hurt with the force he was kissing him.

“We can’t do this hear, someone will hear us!”

“No they won’t, it’s the late shift, hardly anyone’s on.”

“Not the point, we can’t. We don’t have to be heard to get caught.”

“You’re over thinking this, partner.”

“One of us has to. We don’t even have any... You know...”

“We’ll improvise, there’s soap in staff restrooms, come on.”

“Yosuke...”

“Tsk, fine! Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this?”

“...”

“Then quit complaining and get moving.”

That was it, alright. Yosuke could be incredibly persistent when he put his mind to it, and apparently Souji borrowing his headphones to listen to the local radio station during his brief break from the graveyard shift he was helping his friend out with had been enough to turn his usually so nervous of public displays of affection partner into some sort of sex-starved animal.

He could hardly deny it turned him on, though. Being needed so immediately like that that even the other’s strong sense of self-preservation did nothing to deter him from just acting on instinct and taking what he wanted. Would not have been able to deny it, in all good conscious, the feel of Yosuke’s hands gracing his trapped erection as he fumbled fingers slick with soap against the fastenings keeping him from a more direct touch.

“Should have -mmmm- gotten the pants down before -ahhh- getting the soap, huh?” He joked, although with the breathy sounds that emitted from his throat without his permission once he tried to speak, he was sure it sounded rather useless.

“Be quiet, you.” Yosuke murmured hotly against the small scrap of exposed skin at Souji’s neck as he let his teeth and tongue work on the sensitive piece of flesh and he finally succeeded in pushing the button through the hole, shoving both Souji’s pants and boxers down in one clean sweep, “Don’t tell me how to do my job.” And seconds lately he was groaning as Yosuke’s took him in hand and began working him over with his soapy fingers, his other hand gliding around to let its’ fingers begin their work on loosening his entrance and for a dizzying few moments Souji was completely sounded by the other teen.

Hot and sweaty and wanting him so badly that...

Two fingers being forced inside him with such inadequate lubrication caused him to gasp, his grip momentarily tightening at Yosuke’s shoulders while the other muttered a ‘Yeah yeah, sorry’ into his neck, but he was not sorry enough to stop in the task of stretching him as gently as his depleting patience would allow.

Which, Souji noted, was hardly gentle at all but God! If the sting of pain was not adding more pleasure to this impromptu liaison.

“Shit, Yosuke! Partner...” He moaned shamelessly, could not help himself as the other moved onto three fingers, pulling in and out of him, fucking him almost enough for him to not need anything else while Yosuke himself groaned, his forehead only resting against Souji’s shoulder now as he tried to steady his breathing and work both his hand and fingers independent of one another at the same time.

“Alright, okay, fuck...” And when he fingers were removed, Souji took his words as agreement, turning to face away from his partner as his hands left him. He heard a zipper being undone around their ragged breathy, felt a hand, no where near slick enough now, at his shoulder but before he could point this out, fingers were shoved into his mouth so hard he almost gagged, not having expected that at all. “Nrgh, sorry,” Yosuke tried as he all but fucked his mouth with the two digits, “Need saliva, get the soap goin’.” And now that he mentioned it, the taste of soap was everywhere, bitter and unpleasant and Dammit! If that was not making him even harder.

The assault was over quick enough and Souji spat a mouthful of bubbles to the floor before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as Yosuke appeared to fiddle with something behind him, his hypersensitivity causing him to start when headphones blaring out music were brought to attention as still being around his neck.

“Put them on.” The other half murmured, half ordered, a new, exciting tone in his voice that gave Souji even less of a reason not to obey, “I wanna see you wear then while I fuck you.” And that was the last thing he heard besides blaring music in a language he knew he understood but could not seem to understand a single syllable of as Yosuke moved behind him.

It was thrilling, he had to admit, being robbed of his hearing and having to simply stand and wait for whatever the other might have in store for this, his cock throbbing in anticipation, and when he finally did feel the other’s own cock pressing against his entrance he had no time at all to register the feel before it was inside him and he was biting down on his lip and whining in either pain or pleasure, he had no idea which anymore.

Soap made for a terrible lubricant, he decided as Yosuke lost himself in the moment, thrusting in and out of him with a frenzied need Souji had not experienced from him before. He was still wearing his red skinny jeans, too, he could feel the fabric brush against his bare ass with every movement and just imagining what Yosuke must look like at that moment pulled a shuddering groan from him. There was no time to speak up though, even if he had thought to, before fingers were being shoved back into his mouth where he licked and sucked on them obediently, feeling rather than hearing over the noise almost painfully loud in his ears as Yosuke muttered and moaned his own delicious sounds against his neck, his free hand finding Souji cock again, using it to gain extra leverage as well as help get the other off as he continued to fuck him into the side of the cubical, the only thing stopping the flimsy structure from banging and moving being Souji’s hands braced against the nasty coloured plastic.

“Mmm, partner! Fuck, I can’t take much more of this, you are so fucking hot right now...” Souji whined around the fingers in his mouth, he did not need to hear the words, only to know they had been spoken at all, to know what they meant and so the feel of being filled by hot liquid seconds later came as no surprise, nor did his own release as Yosuke continued to work him over diligently, still rolling his hips against him, still so very obviously inside accompanied with a pained sounding whine which the other teen stifled with his hand, fingers still inside him at one end and cock at the other, until his lungs burned with a need to breathe and suddenly it was all gone, leaving Souji to shiver in the new coldness that engulfed his sweaty skin as a steady beat thudded in his ears.

Panting with the strain of his acts, Yosuke wiped himself quickly with some tissue paper before putting himself away and zipping up again, moving to place a hand on either side of the headphones and pulling his lover into a far sweeter kiss before the music was removed once again.

“You good, partner?” He asked when he pulled away, a concern in his eyes that almost made Souji laugh with how little he seemed to care not so long ago. But then, that was just the way things were with them, and he was more than willing to accept that. He nodded, moved to kiss him this time before finally pulling away with a contented sigh.

“Very good.” He promised. And after another quick kiss and a loving smile, a handful of tissue paper was thrust at him and the other teen was telling him to get himself cleaned up and back on the shop floor, pronto. ‘Break time’s over and we got another two hours left of our shift, so get moving!’

Really, Yosuke could be such a slave-driver sometimes...

Souji chuckled at that as he cleaned himself off and pulled his boxers and pants back up. If he was the slave driver, than what did that make him...?

As if I need to ask~