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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Hanamura_Yosuke/Seta_Souji, Hanamura_Yosuke/Narukami_Yu
  Character:
      Hanamura_Yosuke, Seta_Souji, Satonaka_Chie
  Additional Tags:
      Light_Angst, Porn_With_Plot, or_at_least_id_like_to_think_so
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-17 Words: 5129
****** Cat-Like Reflexes ******
by Cacoethic
Summary
     Yosuke’s kind of like a cat. If you get too close when he’s not in
     the right mood, he strikes before retreating immediately. If he wants
     attention he comes out and says it loud and clear, seeking company in
     a straightforward manner akin to a cat rubbing on your legs when
     you’re holding a can of tuna. Souji has a lot of experience with
     cats.
Notes
     This has spoilers for November/December of P4! Shoutout to my friend
     Samuel for constantly talking about Souyo so that my brain is now
     constantly thinking about Souyo. Uhhh this kinda plot isn't super
     original but I had a lot of fun writing it :) The underage tag is
     because I think they're 16? I gotta replay P4 soon.
See the end of the work for more notes
Yosuke’s kind of like a cat. If Souji shared this observation with anyone
they’d likely shout him down, citing the boy’s loud and clumsy nature. It’s
true that on the surface Yosuke is more like a puppy that seeks approval from
everyone but ends up pissing them all off when he chews up someone’s shoes (or
makes rude, homophobic comments in his case). If you get too close when he’s
not in the right mood, he strikes before retreating immediately. If he wants
attention he comes out and says it loud and clear, seeking company in a
straightforward manner akin to a cat rubbing on your legs when you’re holding a
can of tuna. Souji has a lot of experience with cats.
Cats at the riverbank always want to sniff the things he brings them prior to
eating them. After a single whiff they can generally tell if they love it or
hate it: there’s barely ever an in-between. But when there isand they’re not
sure, he offers them a tiny taste on the end of his pinky finger to let them
decide. After their journey through the TV world culminating in a confrontation
with Adachi and a fight that nearly killed them all, Yosuke was currently not
sure where he stood onbeing gay. So Souji, always thoughtful, resolved to give
him a taste. It was nearing the end of January and things had settled to some
extent, though Souji’s departure at the school year’s end hung in the air over
everyone and everything they did.
“If you hate it then you’ll know you’re not gay and it won’t be a big deal. You
know I won’t judge you,” Souji reassured Yosuke in his room on the last
Saturday night in January. How did the topic come up? Sort of organically.
Yosuke was complaining about Kanji implying that the reason he was homophobic
was because he himself was gay. Yosuke assured Kanji, and later Souji, that he
couldn’t be gay because he definitely loved girls. Frustration seeping from his
pores, Yosuke had plopped down on the couch in Souji’s room and proclaimed that
if he could just get a real girl to give him a chance he could prove it. He
looked so downtrodden that the silver-haired boy really couldn’t help himself.
He’d been waiting for a moment like this – he already knew how he felt about
Yosuke and was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. But despite his confidence
in his own feelings, he was far from confident in Yosuke’s ability to push past
his (probably) internalized homophobia.
A minute passed. Yosuke’s mouth was ajar and Souji was sure he would clam up,
possibly strike, and run away. But he didn’t. That part came later. Yosuke
finally nodded his head and exhaled a shaky breath, positioning himself so
Souji could reach out and touch him. Not wanting to spook him, Souji planted a
quick peck on the other boy’s lips. Surprisingly, Yosuke grabbed his arm and
pulled him closer.
“I can’t tell from that,” he explained irritably, hoping his voice sounded
level and normal and not laced with need. Souji stopped a smirk from creeping
up his face and leaned in once more, soft and slow. One hand went to cradle
Yosuke’s back and the other came to rest on his hip. Souji opened his mouth
against Yosuke and prodded at the slightly chapped lips with his tongue.
Yosuke, blessedly, opened up and allowed Souji to explore his mouth. It got
messy at this point: Souji lost control a bit and suddenly Yosuke was flat on
his back on the couch. When he pressed down and felt Yosuke was hard at the
same time that Yosuke realized this himself, it was almost obvious what would
happen next. The kiss was rudely interrupted when Yosuke unceremoniously shoved
his best friend off of him and bolted out of the room, in such a rush he
neglected to grab the headphones connected to the phone he’d discarded on the
floor thirty minutes prior.
It was nice because Souji had a reason to seek out Yosuke (returning the items)
but it sucked because he couldn’t immediately call Yosuke and apologize until
his voice gave out. Souji supposed that, like a cat, Yosuke just needed to
brood for awhile before eventually returning of his own accord. But time was
running out for the pair, for all of Souji’s friends really, and he couldn’t
afford to wait Yosuke out. Plus he had his phone, so the next day found him
travelling to Junes with a boxed lunch and his partner’s missing items. If he’d
waited any longer he might’ve succumbed to the desire to snoop, a decidedly un-
leaderlike thing to do even if he wasn’t caught.
Yosuke’s face turned bright red upon seeing Souji. He looked very cute in his
work uniform, always had, and Souji reminded himself that there was bad blood
between them before proceeding. He tried to act exactly as he always had, aloof
but kind, returning the headphones and including a boxed lunch with an entire
container of oden that was conspicuously fish and tofu-free as an apology for…
what? For kissing him, he supposed. The kissing part was extremely nice and
potentially worth the internal turmoil he was causing Yosuke, though he’d never
admit it out loud. Souji himself had already been through said turmoil months
back and could only watch as Yosuke stuttered his thanks pitifully before
retreating with the half-true excuse of “Back to work!”
Things stayed weird. Their entire group of friends noticed Yosuke sitting
further away from Souji and only talking to him when absolutely necessary.
Still in early February with winter really nipping at their noses, Chie pulled
Yosuke aside after the group began to separate for the night to ask what the
hell his problem was. She wanted to know why he was so obviously avoiding Souji
when the silver-haired boy only had a little bit of time left in Inaba. Yosuke
didn’t bother hiding his anger at her and contempt for the ‘busybody’ nature of
her questioning. She couldn’t possibly understand, he spat out in annoyance as
they stood awkwardly shivering near the outdoor vending machines at Junes. He
pretended he couldn’t see the knowing look register on her features before she
began to explain how she was uniquely equipped to understand him perfectly.
“Actually I can, except I got over myself and asked Yukiko out,” Chie adopted
the cadence and tone of an elementary schooler who’d gotten a good grade and
couldn’t stop herself from rubbing it in. Yosuke struggled to fully comprehend
the situation (Are they dating? Without telling us? Wait how does she
knowthat’s what this is about? And-)
“I don’t like Souji like that,” he hurled the words with enough vitriol to make
him stop and ponder why he was so angry, why he wanted to hurt her. In reality
Yosuke didn’t know who he wanted to hurt or why, though the most likely answer
was himself. Had Souji been hard when they kissed? It was just a physical
reaction anyway. You can’t control what arouses you, and it probably wasn’t
necessarily even maybe that it was his partner(in his head he winced at his own
usage of the word, maybe tainted forever now) but that it was another
persontouching him. Definitely.
“I feel sorry for Souji,” Chie sighed in defeat. “He’s a really patient guy but
everyone has their limits, don’t they?” she finished ominously, leaving Yosuke
to sit by himself and sulk in the freezing cold air until it became unbearable.
He refused to change anything for another few days following that, figuring if
Souji was really bothered by it he’d say something. In fact, he hadn’t made any
effort to re-establish contact after returning his phone last week. But Yosuke
was paying attention now, and small cracks in Souji’s armor appeared though no
one dared to comment on their leader’s behaviour.
The next time they all went out together, Souji took it upon himself to make
all of the food. Normally everything he made was amazing, but this time
everything seemed a bit off. Nowhere near inedible like Chie and Yukiko’s
cooking but everything tasted just slightly over-seasoned, like Souji hadn’t
been giving cooking his full attention when he made it. No one commented, it
all got eaten, and Yosuke wondered if he hadn’t been imagining it until he
noticed how much water his friends were consuming. Souji probably noticed as
well: the thought made Yosuke wince.
When Souji showed up late to see a movie with Chie, Yukiko, and himself, it
became apparent that someone had to do something. Even when Nanako was stuck in
the TV, perhaps because she was, Souji had never been late to anything. He’d
been perfect as always, if a bit more reckless especially with his own health
and mental wellbeing. When he finally showed up to meet them a solid fifteen
minutes after the agreed upon time, Chie glared daggers at Yosuke. They went
and got seats, Chie recruiting him to “go get refreshments” and be back before
the movie started, an impossible task given how late Souji had shown.
“If you don’t tell him then I will,” Chie hissed at Yosuke as they waited for
the counter attendant to fill their drinks. The thought made Yosuke practically
break out in a sweat, though her words were more the straw to break the camel’s
back than the fire under his feet. There was just over a month until Souji
left, and despite the fact that they’d saved the world things felt incomplete.
They watched the movie in silence, no one commenting on Souji’s tardiness and
the boy in question not mentioning it. That night, panicked over Chie’s words
and his inability to get the fuck over himself, he sent Souji a text asking if
they could talk.
Souji generally replied to texts immediately, but minutes ticked by and there
was no response of any kind. Nervously, Yosuke called the other boy in the
hopes that a ringtone would catch his attention more than the small ‘blip’ of a
text message. No dice. It was only 8 PM but winter ensured it was pitch black
outside aside from the sparse streetlights along the way. Before he realized it
Yosuke had dressed himself and headed out the door to the Dojima household,
grateful at least that the fog was gone.
Nanako answered the door. Though it was nearly March, it was still very cold
outside and she was still recovering from her ordeal. Souji came to chide her
for answering the door, his voice coated in concern rather than annoyance or
anything with bite. As he approached the doorway, perhaps expecting a full-
handed Dojima, his eyes caught sight of Yosuke and his words abruptly cut off.
Yosuke, beyond sheepish, feigned ignorance of his hesitance and asked to come
inside. Of course Souji obliged, especially after seeing the snow coating
Yosuke’s head and the small shiver he failed to hide (as if he was trying).
“It’s time for Nanako to go to bed,” Souji explained over her protests. The
young girl was still pretty weak so he picked her up and carried her to her
room, an obviously unnecessary gesture that pulled at Yosuke’s heartstrings.
Yosuke sat down in their living room on the couch that Souji must’ve been
sitting at with Nanako because, he found, their body heat still lingered. He
could hear Souji talking to Nanako in a low, calm voice for several minutes and
found himself soothed by the tone of voice intended for someone else, a tone
his partner never used with him. He went from fidgeting with his jacket to
closing his eyes and nearly falling asleep before a hand on his shoulder jolted
him awake.
“Let’s go to my room,” Souji worded it like a suggestion but it was clear there
would be no discussion allowed. Yosuke found himself fretting about being alone
in a room with Souji, worried the boy would do something to him and afraid of
how bad he wantedhim to. Afraid he wouldn’t be able to say no and everything
they’d had together would shatter. He still wasn’t sure how Souji even felt
about him, if he was just curious or if he actually… if he could possibly… if
there was some way he likedYosuke. Like that. Yosuke followed Souji up the
stairs obediently, closing the door behind him but standing nervously in the
entrance rather than joining Souji on the couch where they kissed a month
before.
“What’s wrong?” Souji enquired as though he didn’t know the answer himself.
Sometimes Yosuke really hated that about him, how he knew everything but tried
to act like he was just a normal guy, same as any of them. Souji was amazing in
every way but still pretended it was nothing special. He obviously never
realized that Yosuke would practically kill to have it together the way he did.
Granted, he hadn’t had it very together the past few weeks or even in the
months prior when Nanako had disappeared and when she was really sick. Yosuke
steeled himself for what he was about to say.
“I like kissing you,” he pressed back against the closed door as if Souji was
cornering him, though he was seated as he had been for the several painfully
silent minutes it took Yosuke to work up the courage to say his piece.
Surprisingly, Souji granted him a secretive, small smile that set his heart
hammering more than the confession itself had. Was it a confession? He wasn’t
sure if he liked Souji like that, he just… liked kissing him. And wanted to do
more. Fuck.
“Yosuke,” Souji spoke quietly, forcing the other boy to peel himself off the
door and come a bit closer to hear. He began speaking once more but shook his
head, purely to himself, before standing and approaching Yosuke. If he’d felt
cornered before, well… now Yosuke felt helpless. Souji came right up to his
panicked figure and for a few terrifying, blissful moments Yosuke was certain
he was going to be kissed. Instead, the other boy pulled him into a hug much
more intimate than the one they’d shared on the riverside months ago. Tempted
to repeat his ‘no homo’ line from back then, Yosuke willed his mouth to remain
shut and nestled his head into his partner’s neck. Neither spoke for a few
minutes; it was Souji who unexpectedly broke the hug.
“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead on Yosuke’s as if breaking
physical contact could hurt him. Yosuke melted at these words, wanting to
return them but so scared to do so that he’d rather grab Souji’s face and kiss
him roughly than speak. So he did. Souji’s eyes flew open when Yosuke grabbed
his chin to tilt it upwards, but his surprise was shortly channelled into a
small moan as their lips met. The kiss dissolved into another, which led to
Souji guiding Yosuke to his bed, where suddenly Yosuke found himself on Souji’s
lap facing him. Not an unwelcome development, but shocking all the same. When
they broke apart, Yosuke could hear himself panting. Without realizing it, he’d
been grinding his crotch into Souji’s for a solid two minutes. Filled with
need, Yosuke rested his head on Souji’s shoulder and mustered out a broken
“Please.”
“What do you want, Yosuke?” Souji whispered too close to Yosuke’s ear, the
sensation of his lips there dragging a throaty moan out of the other. At this,
Souji’s body tensed before he pulled Yosuke impossibly closer to himself into
an aggressive sort of hug. “You have to be quiet, ok? Tell me what you want in
your inside voice, Yosuke,” the way he kept saying Yosuke’s name was driving
him up the wall. He couldn’t name what he wanted, could only feel his stomach
burning with desire for somethingso he opted to keep kissing Souji until he
figured it out.
After a few more minutes of frantic kissing and tiny breathless moans, Souji
broke them apart to grab the hand Yosuke had been trying to worm into his
pants. A high-pitched whine escaped Yosuke that he paid no mind to except to
sternly hush him once more. Uncertain why Souji had stopped him, Yosuke tried
once again to reach into the other boy’s pants and was unceremoniously stopped.
This time, he removed Yosuke from his lap entirely; the bed felt so cold where
they hadn’t been sitting tangled together. Yosuke vaguely realized this could
be his chance to run away again, but the temptation was nonexistent. How could
he leave? Souji had a small blush gracing his face; he was beyond delighted to
find their precious leader was out of breath himself. Even inside the TV when
being set upon by shadow after shadow, Souji rarely ever looked dishevelled,
and never to this extent. That Yosuke was the cause of this state of disarray
was electrifying. But why was he being pushed away?
“I won’t let this be a one-time thing,” Souji caught his breath and began to
regain his composure immediately while Yosuke searched for friction to rub his
aching erection again, grazing the bulge in his pants against the bed forlornly
like Souji was ruining his life by denying him. Before Yosuke could find the
words to ask for clarification his partner carried on “if you want to go
further, we have to talk. About us. About our feelings,” Yosuke groaned loudly
again, prompting Souji to leap on him and cover his mouth to stifle the noise.
Talking about feelings was the furthest thing from Yosuke’s mind, now that all
the forbidden fantasies he’d forced himself to ignore had come to the surface.
Despite Souji’s cool demeanor Yosuke could see the outline of his erection in
his pj pants and couldn’t help but wonder what it would taste like, what it
would feel like inside of him.
“Please,” he begged like an animal in heat, not an ounce of dignity left. “I’ll
do whatever you want later but right now please,” Souji was nothing if not
merciful. At the sound of Yosuke’s desperation he finally freed Yosuke’s
erection from his pants and wrapped a determined hand around it. There was no
hesitation on either end and the way Souji’s mouth crashed onto Yosuke’s sent
him over the edge in an embarrassingly short time. It was a small miracle they
were kissing because Yosuke practically yelled as he came, the sound graciously
muffled by Souji’s lips. It took about 30 seconds after he’d finished for
Yosuke to realize what they’d done together and begin panicking anew. Poor
Souji had had no relief of his own but immediately switched to comfort mode,
peeling off the shirt Yosuke had soiled with his seed and searching in his
closet for some new clothes.
“Stay over tonight,” Souji demanded, properly demanded, while handing him a
predictably grey t-shirt and some striped pajama pants that looked completely
unworn. Yosuke knew better than to argue, so he sat patiently as Souji used a
tissue to wipe his stomach before changing into the unfamiliar clothes.
Yosuke’s head spun as he remembered the things he wanted Souji to do to him,
the thing hewanted to do to Souji. If it was so wrong, why had it felt so good?
He didn’t even feel guilty about the acts themselves, which frightened him even
more. Yosuke definitely liked girls. But maybe he wasn’t straight? It didn’t
really seem like it. His ever-dependable friend was being very gentle, flitting
around the room and taking a load of clothes to the washer so Yosuke’s outfit
could be washed immediately. When he left the room, Yosuke exhaled an enormous
sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. How did Souji know what to do?
Why had he been so selfless? He really wanted Souji to get off too – was it to
return the favour or because he would probably look reallyhot when he came and
oh my god Yosuke was definitely in love with his best friend.
When Souji returned and sat next to Yosuke on the bed, resting a gentle hand on
his back, the feeling was solidified. Yosuke had had friends in the city, but
never best friends. He’d fooled himself for months thinking that maybe the way
he felt towards Souji was just the way best friends did. But best friends
definitely didn’t want to suck each other off, or cuddle in bed, or give up
everything to follow one another to the city because he’d be so fucking lonely
without Souji holy fuck. No one understood him like Souji, which is maybe why
the silver-haired boy seemed to realize Yosuke was in love with him before
Yosuke himself had.
“I love you,” he blurted out into the tentative silence of the room. “… I love
you,” he repeated, gaining more confidence as the words came out. Chancing a
glance at Souji, he was rewarded with a look more loving than he’d ever seen
the boy give another human being (or cat). As if his freak-out hadn’t happened
at all, Yosuke initiated another kiss and felt down to Souji’s crotch to find
his erection had completely disappeared. Naturally, after Yosuke had gone
completely cold and made Souji look after him like a child for the last 15
minutes.
“It’s okay Yosuke,” Souji smiled generously. The way he said it made it sound
actually okay, all of it, the avoidance and the hateful shit he’d said to Kanji
and the way he’d snapped at Chie and how he was currently giving his partner
blue balls. But he could fix one of those things immediately, and the others
could wait another day. So he smiled back and recaptured Souji’s lips, using a
free hand to explore the inside of the other’s pajama pants. Souji’s dick came
to life once more pretty quickly, and Yosuke was surprised to feel his own
member following suit.
“So greedy,” Souji mused with fascination, his own hand having come to rest on
Yosuke’s nether region. Feeling shy and not wanting to cum before Souji again,
Yosuke removed the hand from his body and ducked down so his head was level
with his partner’s crotch. He gingerly pulled down the other’s pajama pants and
had only a moment of hesitation when his dick fully emerged. He wasn’t huge,
probably similar in size to Yosuke, but it was definitely no topsicle. Yosuke
didn’t have any practice with this kind of thing at all. The looked of shocked
arousal in Souji’s eyes, the slackness around his usually tight features, the
way his breath was once more coming out in bursts, all egged Yosuke on until he
had finally positioned his mouth right over the head.
Rather than attack it head on, Yosuke resolved to explore a bit. So he licked
the shaft curiously, gauging his partner’s reaction (good) before taking just
the tip between his lips (better). A small suck garnered an equally small moan
from Souji, goading Yosuke to go further. There was a salty taste around the
head where some precum had gathered and Yosuke lapped it up curiously,
delighted to find the taste wasn’t bad at all. Saliva was gathering in his
mouth that he couldn’t seem to swallow down, so he let it drip down Souji’s
length before chasing it enthusiastically with his lips. He’d read tips about
blowjobs before out of curiousity, definitely not because he was ever planning
on giving one to someone, so he knew to keep his teeth far away from anything
sensitive. But it was hard, and when he pushed the dick further into his mouth
he found he was unintentionally inflating his cheeks rather than sucking.
Disappointed in himself, he pulled off entirely and re-evaluated his approach.
Mistaking his confusion for distaste Souji attempted to put his ‘everything is
peachy’ mask back on, although he couldn’t disguise the pink in his cheeks and
the lack of focus in his eyes.
“If you don’t like it,” Souji managed to wince out, “don’t do it, okay? I’ll be
okay.” Yosuke glared, fiercely determined now, and gave suction another shot.
Yosuke was a quitter at a lot of things: sports (he tried in middle school for
a few days before realizing since he was no good immediatelyit wasn’t worth
continuing), cooking (instant ramen was faster and easier), and most
friendships (he found that if he didn’t put in almost all the effort they’d
fade, so he resolved to stop when he moved to Inaba). In blowjobs, however, he
resolved to go pro. Especially with the barely-suppressed moans leaking from
his partner above him practically cheering him on. Yosuke could already feel
himself improving and really getting into the swing of things, forming tight
suction between his cheeks and Souji’s cock whilst unintentionally making quite
a bit of squelching sounds in the process. His jaw was beginning to grow tired
and he found that despite his desires he couldn’t take Souji all the way in his
mouth, so he compensated by using a hand to cover the distance his mouth could
not.
“Fuck,” Souji hissed low, the volume only just rising above the ungodly wet
smacking noises from Yosuke’s lips. One of Souji’s hands, currently at rest at
his side, twitched once and then twice before he finally placed it on Yosuke’s
head. Yosuke tightened his grip on his partner’s member, just a tad worried he
was preparing to shove him down on it. Instead his nimble fingers worked their
way across Yosuke’s scalp, mostly petting though sometimes his nail would catch
and it would turn into a light scratch. Yosuke discovered he reallyliked that
from the way his cock twitched in the graciously loose pants he’d borrowed
earlier. Moaning into the blowjob, Yosuke had to fight the urge to rub himself
against the bed once more because he’d be damned if he came in his pants
tonight. Mulling over these thoughts, Yosuke only barely registered when Souji
stopped giving his scalp attention and instead brought both hands to tangle in
his hair.
“Yosuke, get off, I have to-” Yosuke opted, instead, to shove Souji in his
mouth as far as he’d go and was rewarded with what felt like an obscene amount
of cum directed at the back of his throat. He threw his head back, releasing
Souji and forcing himself to swallow rather than spit it up on his friend lost
in post-orgasmic bliss. His friend? Could they still call each other that? His
partner. Yosuke’s mouth didn’t taste like much at all, likely because of his
last-minute deepthroat stunt. The sensation of cum down his throat hadn’t been
very pleasant, but Souji looked over the moon so he plastered on a sheepish
grin and opened his big mouth once more.
“Good huh, partner?” Yosuke bragged as if it wasn’t his first time and he
hadn’t spent most of it panicking that it wasn’t good enough. Sore jaw and
sorry gag reflex be damned, Yosuke could hardly believe that he’d made Souji
cum. As exciting as it had been to feel Souji’s grip on his hair grow tighter
he couldn’t help but regret not seeing Souji’s face during his orgasm. There
would (probably) be other chances, if his partner’s earlier words meant
anything at all. As he watched the silver-haired boy came down from his
dramatic finish, Yosuke saw his eyes linger on the wet spot forming in Yosuke’s
pants. He was leaking precum as if he hadn’t cum once already in the last hour,
though Souji looked fascinated and perhaps excited rather than annoyed or
disgusted.
“It’s my turn now, isn’t it?” Souji declared as though he was taking up a
challenge. Ignoring Yosuke’s shy, stuttered protests, he pulled his own pants
up and leaned over to yank the other boy’s down. Just like with kissing, Souji
didn’t hesitate at all before lowering his head and pulling Yosuke into the
vacuum chamber of his mouth. It felt incredible, so incredible in fact that
Yosuke found himself pushing the other boy off in less than a minute as hot
strings of cum shot out of him. Despite the goodwill gesture Souji now looked
annoyed, and probably regretted his decision to keep his glasses on as they
were thickly coated in semen. It was better than getting it in his eyes at
least.
“You’re… really easy to please, huh?” Souji was the first one to speak, as
Yosuke had skipped the ‘post-orgasmic bliss’ stage and went right into red-
faced humiliation. He was glad he hadn’t forced Souji to swallow, but the way
his glasses looked with a spray of cum on them was so lewd that he was almost
certain he’d just developed a new fetish. Even more embarrassed at Souji’s
words, Yosuke shook his head furiously.
“It’s because its you,” he mumbled into his lap, staring down angrily at his
penis as if it had a mind of its own.
“Oh? I didn’t expect you to admit something like that,” the smirk was audible
in his tone. Rather than clean up immediately as he had done before, Souji
grabbed Yosuke’s arm with just a bit of tenderness before promptly pulling the
other boy on top of him. Yosuke let out an undignified squawk before coming to
rest with his body pressed against his partner’s side, his hand above the other
boy’s heart. This was so gay. This was somehow more gay than swallowing his
best friend’s cum, this intimate moment of cuddling after the act. Souji’s hand
found its way to Yosuke’s head again and was stroking him the way one would the
top of the cat’s head, even pausing to give him deliberate scratches because of
course he’d realized Yosuke loved it even in the heat of the moment. It felt
just as good as before, maybe even better. If Yosuke’s dick wasn’t completely
spent he’d have popped a boner again; he was already half-hard just being near
Souji after what they’d done.
“I love you,” Yosuke admitted to his partner’s shoulder for the third time that
day. After speaking, he shifted impossibly closer to the other boy in a blatant
attempt to steal some of his body heat. Souji couldn’t help but smile to
himself: just like a cat. This thought on his mind, he hummed pleasantly in
response before returning his own declaration of love, adding an addendum.
“Took you long enough, you idiot,” the smile on his face was audible in Souji’s
tone. Talking more could come later; Yosuke was already falling asleep, curled
up at his side. The rest of the world could wait.
End Notes
     ahhh i had more ideas for this but i kind of wrote it all out in one
     sitting and then waited a few days to edit it and now i just like.
     want it out there yaknow. hope you enjoyed!
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