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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Adachi_Tohru/Seta_Souji, Adachi_Tohru/Narukami_Yu
  Additional Tags:
      Unhealthy_Relationships, Unrequited_Crush, Dubious_Consent, Blackmail,
      Public_Sex, Humiliation, Comeplay, Dirty_Talk, Vaginal_Sex, Genderfluid
      Character
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      Published: 2016-01-29 Words: 5255
****** All You Ever Wanted ******
by pennysparkle
Summary
     It wouldn’t be fair to call what they had a relationship, really—not
     to Souji, and certainly not to Adachi. For one thing, he had a
     professional career at stake, or rather, that was his most common
     excuse whenever Souji tentatively brought up the mere idea of them
     maybe, possibly being something more. Or he’d mention just how
     severely Dojima would react if he found out. Or he’d act pitying,
     telling Souji that he deserved to date someone his own age, someone
     he could be happy with, but any assurances Souji gave that this would
     make him happy went unheard, and Adachi only drew deeper into his
     shroud of avoidance, squirming away so easily that it sometimes took
     hours for Souji to realize he hadn’t gotten a real answer.
Notes
     for pixelfighter!
See the end of the work for more notes
It wouldn't be fair to call what they had a relationship, really—not to Souji,
and certainlynot to Adachi. For one thing, he had a professional career at
stake, or rather, that was his most common excuse whenever Souji tentatively
brought up the mere idea of them maybe, possibly being something more. Or he'd
mention just how severely Dojima would react if he found out. Or he'd act
pitying, telling Souji that he deserved to date someone his own age, someone he
could be happy with, but any assurances Souji gave that thiswould make him
happy went unheard, and Adachi only drew deeper into his shroud of avoidance,
squirming away so easily that it sometimes took hours for Souji to realize he
hadn't gotten a real answer.
He wasn't going to consider it no matter what, that was clear enough, and so
Souji stayed firmly at arm's length. He tried not to feel miserable about it,
but he couldn't morph his feelings into something more innocent and forgiving,
even though he'd made so many efforts to look at anyone else the way he looked
at Adachi. It'd certainly hurt less than glancing to him and finding him
distant and disinterested, or being constantly rebuffed, or belittled.
But there wasn't anyone else, and with each day that passed, Souji got deeper
and deeper into something that he knew had no chance of turning out in his
favor. All he could do was try and content himself with being what amounted to
friends with benefits in the end, even though Adachi made sure he knew they
absolutely weren'tfriends, and even though the benefits could sometimes be a
little more like detriments.
That wasn't to say it was all bad, really. Despite Adachi pushing him away in
almost every other manner, when it came down to sex, Souji had never felt so
wanted before. It was nice to be touched so excitedly, Adachi pushing his face
into his neck while fucking him, groaning and clawing and seeming to go a
little bit wild from his proximity. He just wished it wasn't such a clash
between that and afterward, when Adachi turned him away abruptly, never
allowing him to overstay his welcome.
It was dangerous. Not just what they did together, but how Souji feltabout it.
Being so effortlessly drawn in by him was only going to hurt in the end, and it
was all the more frustrating because it had been easy to distance himself from
people before.
For now, at least, excitement and his own inability to cut this off weighed out
over more rational decisions. Besides, the game they played—meeting up in
secret, getting to see the inside of Adachi's apartment, lying in his bed and
being kissed breathless, his thighs hiked up around Adachi's hips—was a fun
one. And maybe part of him delighted in the almost entirely assured fact that
Adachi didn't do this with anyone else. He was pretty lonely, that was clear
enough; spent his evenings watching television and eating cup noodles, then
went to sleep sometime in the early hours of the morning. Even when Souji was
around, the most that they ever really got up to was Souji cooking him a nice
homemade meal and then laying underneath him while Adachi rutted up into him.
Again, not that it wasn't enjoyable. But it did seem like a sad existence,
sometimes, and he felt almost guilty that he was happy to be the only one,
because that meant that all of this was for them, and them alone. No one else
had to be dragged into it—not his friends, not his uncle. Or at least not until
Adachi decided he wanted to tease Souji about what would happen if they ever
found out... if they could see just how much Souji wanted it. It was something
he'd whisper into Souji's ear while thrusting into him, asking him how he
thought Yosuke might look if he could see what they were doing right now. If
he'd be disappointed. If he'd want it for himself. If it'd hurt him to know
that his partnerwas something that belonged allto Adachi. He'd never ever get
Souji for himself, and Adachi had the photographic evidence to prove him,
obscene things of him sprawled over the bed, body opened up and willing for
him.
He kept those photos like a treasure, or maybe, if Souji was in a better
mindset, like the blackmail it was meant to be. Because when Adachi whispered
hot in his ear in those moments, he'd say things like, "You're mine, and if you
ever think you aren't, I'll show them too. I bet they'd loveto know just how
bad you want it from me. So you better not brush me off, okay, Souji-kun?"
Souji would arch against Adachi and nod, a little uncomfortable when their
secret time, tucked away from everyone and everything, was infringed upon, but
pleased nonetheless that Adachi thought he was something worth possessing. It
felt good in that same guilty way as knowing that he was the only one getting
this from him.
It was just that he didn't like to think about his friends when he was with
Adachi, some level of shame at what he was doing combined with too much single-
minded infatuation, and so he didn't. But the flipside of this was unfortunate
in that he didthink about Adachi when he was with the investigation team,
because he couldn't notthink about him. By this point it was an unspoken quirk
that had developed inside of himself—hours could pass and pass, and he might be
having the time of his life with his friends, but at some point, he'd start
thinking about Adachi. It left an almost bitter ache in his chest, hating that
he couldn't stop this, and knowing that he wasn't in any way integral to
Adachi's day. He should have been happy that his friends wanted him around, and
he felt selfish enough that he was always thinking about what it would be like
if Adachi was the one that wanted him so badly instead. But that wasn't
helpful; thinking it wouldn't make Adachi want him. All he could do was wait,
and hope.
Thus, even though by all accounts he should have been distracted with his
friends, the sun high in the sky on a Saturday afternoon as they crowded around
a table in the Junes food court, Souji was thinking of Adachi when he should
have been concentrating on what they were saying. It was light enough
conversation to get caught up in, slipping from school happenings to the
investigation and back again; nothing Souji had to tune into too much if he
didn't want to, but it still made him feel a bit guilty.
It was his phone that startled him from his distractions instead of any of
them, and he kept his eyes on the rest of the investigation team as he
struggled to get it out of his pocket without attracting too much attention.
Only then did his gaze drop to check the name on the screen—Adachi, and his
heart buoyed into lightness in his chest for just a moment. All he could hope
was that his face didn't betray him, except he could definitely feel a smile
forming on it. He wasn't sure why, considering that all Adachi's text said was
'come over.'
There was a part of Souji that never wanted to refuse anything like this. Even
if he had plans, even if he was in the middle of something, he wanted to see
Adachi so badly, and it was frustrating, because all there was to look forward
to was sex. That, and a fleeting hour (if he was lucky) of being wanted, but
only for something so specific.
A few moments were spent deciding whether or not he'd give in. 'I'm with my
friends right now. Can I come over later?' he eventually decided on, nervous.
He'd never turned Adachi down before; it almost seemed, somehow, forbidden.
'C'monnn... help me out here.'
Souji bit his lip, realizing that the world around him was dulling down to
silence as he typed back. Even when he was with them, Adachi kept him so
distracted, but it wasn't like he could ignorehim... 'I'm sorry. I think we're
almost done—I'll try to leave as soon as possible.'
'What if I come to you? Don't try to pretend you don't want to get fucked. You
were probably thinking of it already,' Adachi replied back. 'Or are you really
trying to brush me off?'
'I'm not. I'm just really busy right now.' Or perhaps, the truth of the matter
was that he was feeling guilty about always having to brush his friends off for
Adachi's sake, and that theydeserved some of his attention for a change. Even
if it was verging on barely there, at the moment.
'You're at Junes, right? I'll come there.'
Souji exhaled softly. He was reallyintent on this, and a new situation
presented itself in his mind soon after—that Adachi was going to want to do
this in close proximity with his friends. They might hear, and that was
absolutely not an option. They couldn't know, and not just because it was
Adachi's neck on the line, but because this was their secret.
'I'm sorry, Adachi-san. You'll really have to wait.'
With that, he resolutely pushed his phone back into his pocket and did his
level best to tune into the conversation again. They were talking about some
new kung-fu movie that was coming out, with Yosuke and Chie arguing over who
was going to buy it and who was going to get to borrow it, and though Souji
didn't have all that much input on the topic, he still tried to smile and seem
present.
When Kanji's phone beeped beside him a few minutes later, he was engrossed in
the evolution of their argument, and didn't think all that much of it. And
then, as his noises became more and more confused, Souji glanced over. On the
screen was an innocuous enough photo—the seat of a car, leather and unoccupied.
It probably meant nothing to any of them, but to Souji, it was entirely too
familiar. He'd sat in that seat several times now, and once, most memorably,
had been halfway in it as Adachi fucked him, gripping his thighs so tight that
they would probably bruise.
His face felt like it went white as a sheet, and he cleared his throat. "Do you
know who sent it?" he asked, very carefully poised to be nonchalant.
"Nah... unknown number," Kanji said with a sigh, putting his phone back in his
pocket after a second. "Probably a misfire."
But Souji knew it wasn't. His phone buzzed again in his pocket, and he took it
out quickly, suddenly fearful that it was going to be something horrible.
'Changed your mind? I'm here now,' Adachi's text read. In his mind, Souji could
see him smirking, self-assured with the knowledge that Souji was going to have
to give in. And he would. He knew what that photo signified. There was more to
it than the surface—that Adachi could send whatever he wanted to his friends.
It was the realization of the kind of dirt Adachi had on him, and that he
couldhave every intention of using it, if Souji didn't cooperate.
'I'll be there in a second,' Souji replied, only a little bit begrudgingly. For
all the fuss about being with his friends, he didstill want to be around
Adachi... And maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they were in public. At the very
most, it'd probably only be a quickie—nothing as long and drawn-out as some of
their nights together could be.
He stood, making a quick excuse about having to use the restroom, and trailed
into the store, glancing around nervously. It wasn't like anyone would know
what he was up to, but for some reason it felt like it was bare on his face
that he was about to go have sex with his uncle's coworker (who was much older,
on top of that) in a bathroom at Junes.
At least it was empty inside when he entered, although Adachi was quick to step
out halfway from the last stall on the row and wave at him, a lecherous grin on
his face that showed he obviously hadn't changed his mind about any of this.
Souji could only hold his head high and step forward into the stall alongside
him, Adachi's hand already coming to clasp his hip possessively.
"Is this really the best place to do this, Adachi-san...?" he asked, back
against the wall as Adachi's hands pressed excitedly over the skin at his
waist, inching his shirt up as the seconds ticked by.
"Huh? Why wouldn't it be?" Adachi replied, entirely too distracted. His fingers
were warm but clumsy, pushing up the back of Souji's shirt almost ticklishly,
and they settled at the edge of Souji's binder with a sense of finality. "Are
you acting all nervous because your friends might find out?" There was
something that changed in his smile. It was perverted as always, but there was
a hint of something dangerous and dark, a challenge. And he knew perfectly well
that he'd already nearly shown them something they were never, ever supposed to
know about.
Souji lifted his chin, defiant suddenly. "Don't be cruel, Adachi-san."
"Hm?" His fingers were starting to push at the material of Souji's binder, but
he was never any good at getting it off. Souji figured it was easier to pull
his polo over his head and then carefully extract himself from the tight fabric
than to let Adachi do it and get himself hurt. Still, there was some frisson of
discomfort as he stood there moments later, newly topless, waiting for Adachi
to make his move.
And he did without hesitation, hands lifting from Souji's waist to cup his
breasts inelegantly. By now Souji was fairly used to his lack of any
mentionable seduction techniques; he just held his breath as Adachi's thumbs
brushed over his nipples, then pinched down just enough to make him jump and
for Adachi to grin at him a little too cruelly.
"What do you think they'd think of you if they saw you like this? I bet your
panties are soaked right now just at the thought of being caught with my dick
stretching your cute little pussy open... how shameless." He was off in his own
little world, murmuring dirty platitudes to Souji as he leaned in and sucked at
the base of his neck, fingers moving down to press between Souji's thighs at
the same time, rubbing him through the fabric of his pants. It made Souji's
breath catch in his throat, head falling back a little until he remembered that
he was up against a bathroom wall, but the friction of it was good, and his
thighs squeezed down around his hand before he could decide whether he wanted
to let them or not.
"I bet some of them would be pretty jealous, huh? The way they look at you
sometimes... man, it's like they never saw anybody else before you came
around!" Adachi laughed, his fingertips insistent between Souji's legs, making
his face turn brighter and brighter as he felt the bloom of warmth low in his
stomach.
And the part that Souji felt so nervous about wasn'tthat Adachi was teasing him
and saying such shameful things to him, but that he must surely have been able
to see it was the same way for Souji, too—that before Adachi, there was no one
else, and now? He'd never been so terrified before, because every inch of him
wanted Adachi, wanted to be by him, and he had to wonder why he'd had to fall
in love with someone who never wanted him around for long.
Adachi bit down against Souji's neck harshly, forcing a moan from him as his
head thunked against the wall painfully. He knew what this was going to be:
short and rough and barely just skirting enough into the territory of feeling
good. This was about Adachi taking what he wanted, and he did so without a hint
of remorse, his teeth fierce and unrelenting on the skin of Souji's neck, and
then moving slowly down until he could bite at the paler, more delicate curve
of his breast. Souji gasped out, pushing down against Adachi's hand between his
thighs as he sucked at it, and it was starting to feel like less than he really
needed, but if he begged for more, no doubt Adachi would just find reason to
keep teasing him.
"But look at you, Souji-kun... All you can think about is getting fucked by an
older guy, huh?" Adachi asked. He was pressing himself against Souji now, his
cock hard against his thigh through the fabric of both their pants.
Disgracefully, satisfaction crawled through Souji, because this was a sign that
Adachi wasn't going to be able hold off from this much longer, which meant that
he'd be getting more without having to ask for it. Sure enough, Adachi's
fingers were coming up to unbutton his pants.
"It's not about that, Adachi-san," he sighed as Adachi pushed his pants down,
his hand cupping his cunt again. Not enough pressure, or even enough of
anything, but Adachi was speaking so quickly he couldn't have asked for more
even if he wanted to humiliate himself. And this would have been the most
humiliating admission of all—that it wasn't about what Adachi looked like or
how old he was, but about how much Souji likedhim, how much he wanted from him
in every single way.
Adachi laughed, his thumb rubbing over the fabric of his underwear. "Cute
panties... would have been better if you'd worn something more sexy, though."
Souji glanced down, and he frowned a little to find that the panties he'd put
on that morning had been printed with little fox faces. Heat creeped up over
his face, but he couldn't focus on his embarrassment for very long when Adachi
was taking out a pocket knife and unfolding it, then drawing the blade up his
thigh. He remained as still as possible, not wanting to provoke him, or let it
slip. It was cold enough to make him shiver minutely, and Adachi grinned at
him, tucking the blade between his panties and his skin.
"Don't look all scared. It's not like I'm going to cut you," he murmured
against Souji's ear, drawing the blade up higher, and within a moment or two,
there was the soft sound of fabric ripping apart. The panties fell away,
revealing him all the further, and Souji could only look up at Adachi in
disbelief.
"Hey, I had to get them off somehow, right?" he asked, a little sheepish.
Souji just sighed, then gasped as Adachi's fingers moved back to part his
folds, slipping between to press against the wetness of his cunt. He felt too
warm and achy, eager for Adachi to get on with it already, but he guessed the
foreplay was important considering how little time this would last once they
got to the main event. For now he rocked against Adachi's fingers, clinging to
him and breathing out a soft moan.
"They wouldn't be able to do anything like this to you," Adachi said, gripping
hungrily at Souji's waist with his free hand. "You're so desperate from so
little... do you think any of them could make you feel as good as I do?"
Souji shook his head quickly, hoping that would encourage Adachi. Of course, it
never really did, because he wasn't that lucky, and Adachi wasn't that kind.
"C'mon, speak up. I wanna hear you tell me how much you're dying to have my
dick."
His eyes fell shut. He couldn't look him in the face and say that, at least not
without Adachi having to makehim do it. On his own, it was just too much, but
he spoke all the same. "I want it... I don't think about doing this with
anybody but you, Adachi-san."
"Hm..." Adachi's fingers crooked, pushed up inside of Souji suddenly and
stretched him open, and it made him gasp and cling a little harder. "Yeah? You
haven't thought about anybodyelse?"
"No... Of course not."
"What if that Hanamura kid came on to you? You wouldn't try it with him?"
Souji shook his head. It was too hard to speak anymore.
"Let me hear you say it. I want you to tell me allabout how you'd turn him
down, how you'd tell him how disappointing and unsatisfying his dick would be
compared to mine. Okay?"
Souji didn't know if he could do it. Even that seemed somehow harsh—too much
against Yosuke, especially when Souji was prettysure this was more about
Adachi's ego than anything else. That, and whatever strange grudge Adachi
seemed to hold against him.
"You have to tell me, Souji-kun," Adachi hissed against his ear. He was so
hard, twitching just a little, and Souji knew he was only holding back by sheer
force of stubbornness. Whatever release he desired was nothing in comparison to
how much he wanted to make Souji feel humiliated.
"I wouldn't have to tell him any of that," Souji started, half an attempt to
avoid saying anything that would have him feeling so debased. "All I'd have to
say is that I'm yours."
Adachi's eyes narrowed as he looked at him, and his fingers eased deeper into
Souji, which didn't seem like a sign that he'd somehow screwed it up. "Yeah?
You aremine, aren't you."
It wasn't a question. It never was. Souji was expected to give himself up fully
to Adachi, and in turn, Souji could feel that dark, desperate place inside of
him fill up and overflow with the pleasure of being so wanted. If he wasn't a
commodity, then Adachi wouldn't want him that badly, would he? But his hand
gripped Souji's hip hard, digging in painfully, and he lined his cock up
against Souji's cunt, rubbing the head against his clit to make him shudder all
over before he finally pushed inside with every sense of greed imaginable.
"This is all for me, right? Nobody else is ever gonna get to touch you like
this," Adachi murmured against Souji's jaw as he shifted his hips up into
Souji. Sometimes it was embarrassing, the way his body opened up to him so
readily, just as eager to have him as Adachi was to take Souji. "Nobody's even
going to get to seeyou like this—those pictures you take of yourself wearing
slutty panties for me, andthe ones I take of you begging for me... Nobody's
ever going to see them, heh. Unless Idecide to share them."
Souji nodded his head, nails digging into Adachi's sides as he started
thrusting into him. He was overflowing already with the greedy satisfaction of
being wanted, each dark, creeping whisper against his ear about how he belonged
to Adachi making him moan, his face heating up and his hands clinging
desperately, demanding his own satisfaction even when it wasn't to come, or to
have more or faster. Just to be wanted.
Adachi grinned, harsh-edged as he pulled Souji down on his cock. "You're so wet
for me all the time," he sighed.
Souji just nodded again. As time went on, it got easier to flatter him, to say
the things Adachi wanted him to say, because their version of give and take was
so stunted at times that Souji felt like, in giving, he was really
taking—feeding off the cruel pleasure Adachi exuded when he gave compliments,
because in return he could take the sheer desperation of his grasping hands,
his eager thrusts, all for himself.
"Because... it feels really good with you, Adachi-san," he said, just so that
he could watch like a hawk for that imperceptible twitch of desperation on
Adachi's face, for his hips to slam harder into Souji. And it was true that he
was wet enough for Adachi to fuck him with ease—enough that he almost felt
embarrassed by the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, and above that, the
practical din of Adachi's flesh clashing against his. Anyone who walked in
right now was sure to know what was going on.
"Yeah? You're pretty lucky to have me, huh? Dating some high schooler just
isn't suitable for someone like you. You need somebody who can fuck you like
Ican," Adachi told him, jerking up into Souji's body. As always, his thrusts
were more excited and clumsy that anything with finesse. Still, it was
endearing. Souji smiled at him, wrapping one thigh around his waist and pulling
him closer, feeling the way his cock slipped incrementally further into him.
The fullness of it almost verged on discomfort sometimes, and often, he found
himself a little sore after their meetings.
But despite it all, he liked that. Maybe he should have felt guilty for
enjoying the marks it left behind, the stark bruises at the insides of his
thighs, where Adachi's body had battered against his the night before,
desperate to come inside the warm heat of Souji's pussy. Maybe it should have
seemed somehow alarming that Adachi desired so much from him, but mostly, it
was comforting. These were the only times where he thought he might not need
more from Adachi than he felt like giving, the only times when everything
seemed to go exactly right—though even in these cases, there was margin for
error. Sometimes Adachi was angry, or else too cruel even for Souji to take.
And those were cases he disliked thinking about, because he felt empty and
alone after, not at all full with the richness of Adachi's desire. Thiswas
good, so long as the words didn't dip toward too cruel, so long as Souji didn't
feel scorned, so long as he felt powerful.
His fingers came down, rubbing careful circles around his clit as Adachi kept
fucking him, his face drawn and savage with closeness. He wouldn't be able to
hold out long—he never did—but even after this, Souji doubted he'd be done.
Before, he'd wanted to make this quick. Now, he was high on the sincerity of
Adachi's need, and he arched his hips down, meeting his thrusts as best he
could.
"I'm gonna come in you and you're gonna have to go back to all of your friends
with your pussy full of it," Adachi hissed, his nails dragging harshly over the
skin of Souji's thighs. "You'll like that, right?"
Souji nodded, embarrassed at the knowledge that it was true, but also at the
point now that he didn't feel the urge to keep up the facade of being
distanced.
Adachi grinned. "That's filthy, Souji-kun..." he said, and in the span of a
second, he was pushing up into Souji and filling him with come, enough of it
that it had him panicking. He wouldn't be able to keep all of that inside, a
statement that was further cemented when Adachi finished off and pulled out, a
tiny amount trickling down the inside of his thighs.
There was the click of a camera shutter, Adachi's phone already out and aimed
at the place between Souji's legs, and he opened his mouth to retort, face hot
and bright with embarrassment.
"You're cute when you look like that," Adachi said darkly, not an apology, and
he helped Souji get his pants pulled up and buttoned into place, but not until
he'd tucked his panties into his own pocket. Spoils of war, it seemed. At any
rate, Souji wasn't going to have that to protect him, and there was no use in
protesting.
Then there was a hand against the top of his head, urging him down to clean
Adachi up, which he did distractedly. It was too hard not to focus on the come
inside of him and the panic that it might be dripping down, staining his pants
and letting everyone knowwhat had happened, but Adachi urged him on until he'd
licked his cock clean.
Only then did he draw back and tuck it into his trousers, straightening his
jacket and tie (and as always, it didn't manage to keep him from looking
incredibly disheveled). He grinned at Souji, ruffling his own hair and rubbing
the back of his neck as he assessed him.
"I'll see you later, Souji-kun. And don't think you can clean up after I'm
gone. I'll know," Adachi said, a flare of sharpness in his eyes as he watched
Souji try and shakily regather himself.
With that, he left the stall, and the bathroom door swung shut seconds later.
Souji was left alone in the silence, thankful at least that no one had
interrupted him, and he moved forward to splash his face with water and to wash
his hands before he left the bathroom too.
"Hey, partner," Yosuke said almost immediately upon his return. "Feeling okay?"
Souji nodded shakily, sitting down with some careful maneuvering. There was a
plate of hamburger steak in front of him, steam no longer rising off its
surface, and he noted that almost everyone else had eaten at least three
quarters of their own meals.
"Sorry. We ordered for you," said Chie, which at least clued him in on why
there was steak, of all things.
With an uneasy grin and a shake of the head, Souji picked up his fork. "It's
okay. Thanks for looking out for me."
He'd eaten one lukewarm bite when his phone chimed, and he got it out as he
chewed. Adachi again. Figured. 'I wonder if you can keep from letting aaany of
it out, Souji-kun ;)' Attached was a picture of his own body, thighs strained
to hold himself up, Adachi's come just barely spilled against his cunt, already
wet from him. And then, a second later, another picture of Adachi's hand
wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off while Souji's panties were
clutched in his other hand.
Souji swallowed hard, his face burning hot as he snapped his phone closed so
quickly and forcefully he thought it might have broken. For a few seconds, he'd
managed to take his mind off of it, but now his legs pushed together almost
automatically, and he bit his lip at the feeling of pressure on his clit. He
hadn't even gotten to come himself, which wasn't anything new, but it
wasfrustrating. He had a brief flash of himself back in the bathroom, two
fingers buried inside his cunt, Adachi's come slipping out around them as he
rubbed at his clit. But he couldn't do that; already he was on thin ice.
'Come by after you're done so I can check,' came another few seconds later.
He wanted to play like that. He always did—but Souji was used to it by now. And
besides, he didn't mind it; that picture was reminder enough that even if Souji
never got to win, he could definitelyget some well-deserved revenge that night,
perched on Adachi's lap and taking in every shift of his face as he made Adachi
need him the way no one else could.
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