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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Adachi_Tohru/Seta_Souji, Adachi_Tohru/Narukami_Yu
  Character:
      Adachi_Tohru, Seta_Souji
  Additional Tags:
      Sounding, Obedience, Unhealthy_Relationships, Verbal_Abuse, Implied/
      Referenced_Rape/Non-con, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-15 Words: 3048
****** Do You Like It? ******
by houohken
Summary
     Adachi likes to be mean to Souji, really mean, but that's okay,
     because Souji likes it.
Notes
     idk i just wanted to write something about adachi/souji
“Look how easily it’s going in.”
Souji didn’t really know what Adachi was doing, what they were doing, and why
they were doing it in Souji‘s room with Dojima-san sleeping in the next room
over. Adachi was holding the base of Souji’s penis upright so that he could
slip something into it, and Souji was making little noises under his breath as
Adachi spoke to him. Souji didn’t know what it was, because he wasn’t looking,
because he was scared--not exactly scared, but nervous. Adachi was an adult, a
detective, and fully clothed as he was sliding something down his urethra. His
head was tossed back against Adachi’s shoulders, panting hard and spreading his
legs on his own, because regardless of whether or not he was afraid, the
feeling of something entering his dick, something thin and warm, made his mind
hazy, and his entire body was on edge, and the fact that Adachi was taking such
care to go slow, so he could feel everything, made his cock throb. The
throbbing made him feel it even more. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was
open, and his body would arch occasionally with a gasp as he could feel the
tool slipping further down his urethra.
“I said for you to look.”
Adachi had grabbed the back of his head, harshly, and shoved him forward so
that he could see the metal needle slipping inside of him. He’d used the hand
that was pushing it inside to grip his hair, so what Souji saw was the thin
sounding tool sticking out of the tip of his dick halfway. His breathing
escalated just from seeing something like that, seeing that sort of thing
inside of him, knowing someone had put it there, and he spread his legs even
more and bent them. It was inside of him, he could feel it, and Adachi just
left it where it was so he could see it, like it was nothing. Like it was okay
to leave it in there. He moaned at the implications. It was halfway in, and he
could see it. It felt that with each breath, the sounding tool would have gone
a tiny bit further inside of his shaft, and he wanted to squirm around to feel
more of a sensation, to see if it would go deeper.
“Do you like it?”
Souji nodded.
“That’s pretty nasty of you.” Adachi’s voice was smooth, and low, and right in
his ear. Souji didn’t have to look to know he was smiling. “I can’t believe
you’d like something like this. It’s better that I don’t have to force it,
though. I never knew you were such a slut, but I guess that makes things
easier.”
Every word that poured from Adachi’s lips went straight to his dick, where both
of them were staring. The sounding device was still halfway in, and that wasn’t
enough for Souji. He’d wanted more, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it,
and he was practically shaking with need. A little noise formed in his throat,
and he thrust his hips a little bit to try to urge Adachi into slipping it in
further.
“Hey, don’t do that.” His hand came back down from its entanglement in Souji’s
hair to press down his hips. “I’ll push more in when I’m good and ready. Don’t
rush me, if you know what’s good for you.” Adachi’s voice had risen slightly,
while still being smooth, and low, and collected, and Souji suddenly found his
breathing had ceased. They both sat in virtual silence, with the only sounds in
Souji’s ears being his own pulse and Adachi’s calm breathing, staring at his
dick, and staring at the needle.
“Besides,” Adachi spoke, the smile coming back. The hand on his hip began to
rub circles into it, and Adachi rested his cheek against Souji‘s hair. “I like
it like this. I like how you look.” The hand that was holding his dick in place
began stroking it, and Souji tossed his head back again with a moan. “I like
that you’re letting me do it.”
Souji muttered a little plea, and Adachi told him to shut up.
“You’d let me fuck you while it was in you, right?” Each stroke of his dick
made Souji think that it was swallowing more of the needle up, but he knew that
wasn’t the case, that it was just wishful thinking. There was so much precome
dribbling out of the tip of his dick and around the needle, and he was scared
that it would mean the needle would flow out naturally, that it wouldn’t stay
in. The more Adachi would rub his dick, the more it would throb, and the more
it would drool.
Souji begged again, and Adachi made an annoyed sound before covering his mouth
with his hand and using the other to start pushing the tool into him again.
Souji cried out, but it was muffled, and his head was tossed back and little
tears were leaking from his eyes. Despite how frustrated Souji’s needy behavior
was making Adachi, he received a little kiss on his ear.
“You’re lucky I like how your voice sounds,” he’d said, and went back to
relaxing his head against the boy’s in his lap, and went back to watching as he
slowly slid the needle further down into his dick like he’d begged for.
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t let you make noises like that. I keep telling you to
shut up, though.” He let out a little chuckle as he removed his hand from
covering Souji’s mouth. “Never in my life would I ever expect someone as quiet
and obedient as you to be such a noisy whore. But that’s okay.”
His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I like noisy whores.”
The needle was all the way in, barely peeking out, and Souji couldn’t breathe.
The tip of metal looked like a bead, like a piercing, and he could feel it
throughout the entire expanse of his shaft. It felt like it was going into his
balls, and that it was even long enough to reach the other side and stimulate
his prostate. He was gasping, and writhing, and spreading his legs and closing
them, and his chest was hurting and his dick was pounding. So much blood was in
his genitals, and his penis was drooling even more. What if the needle could go
in further--?
“Get up. Lay down, I’m gonna fuck you with that in. You want that, right?”
Souji wanted to say yes, but he couldn’t. He wanted to say yes, and to beg for
Adachi’s dick, but he couldn’t. It was against his nature, and he didn’t know
if it would annoy Adachi; disregarding the fact that he could barely breathe,
not to mention move. He managed, however, and crawled out of his lap with his
member throbbing around the piece of metal forced inside of it, and laid on his
back on the floor. His hands were tangled in his hair, covering his eyes, and
his body was aglow with a light sheen of sweat.
It was a wonder he didn’t orgasm just from moving. Just from crawling, and
feeling his dick hang, and wondering if it’d be enough for the needle to just
slide out.
“God, you look so good.” Adachi’s tone had barely changed; it wasn’t husky with
lust, or light with eagerness and anticipation. It was dark, almost sinister.
Souji swallowed, and wanted Adachi to touch him. The older man sat up a little,
however, and began undoing his pants. He never took them off, unless he was in
the mood for it. Souji was the one who was always naked, stripping himself at
the mere utterance of a command. Souji was the one who always expressed his
arousal, the one who was always quiet, the one who accepted everything Adachi
gave him and did to him, the one who was always thanking him for coming inside
of him, or for leaving bruises on his neck. Bruises his friends would ask
about, and bruises Yosuke would stare at with worry.
Some things Adachi gave Souji were noticeable. Souji would accept bruises no
matter where they were, or what they looked like. Souji would accept bite
marks, rope burns, things to wear under his clothes, things to have inside him
during class, or, when he’d see his friends. Souji would accept texts and read
the, honestly, scary things Adachi wanted to do to him that night, and he’d
accept calls while Yosuke was in the room and listen to him masturbate while
calling him a slut, insulting him, saying he couldn‘t believe some of the
things Souji‘d let him do, and telling him he wished he wasn’t so willing
sometimes so he could rape him. Souji would excuse himself in the latter of
situations, and relieve himself in the bathroom while still on the phone, and
telling Adachi he could do anything he wanted.
Regardless of how scared Souji was, he didn’t feel it was wrong. Souji loved
every minute of it.
“You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you.”
Souji didn’t nod, or respond, and focused more on catching his breath and
trying not to come just from the way Adachi was looking at him, and the way he
spoke as he rubbed the length of his dick, and the way he could feel the shaft
climbing around the needle buried inside. It was more of a statement than a
question, in any case.
“You’re a good boy. Quiet, nice. Obedient. But you’re not a pushover; you don’t
let people just walk all over you. You stand up for yourself, and can hold your
own pretty well. Helping others makes you happy, and it’s what you do.”
Souji was getting anxious, and was tempted to squirm around. He knew Adachi
wouldn’t like it, though, and would threaten to take out what he’d given him.
“Why, then, do you waste your time letting a guy like me do so many nasty
things to you?” Adachi was still smiling. He got a rush from knowing Souji was
his, and that Souji would do anything for him, and that he had no good reason
for it other than raw enjoyment, and from being able to look down on someone so
much more successful than him. Souji knew that.
“You even let me fuck you. You never ask for it or say you want it, you just
let me do what I want. You let me do it as long as I want.” He’d pulled his
slacks and boxers down passed his ass, and was still stroking himself, getting
himself as hard as he could for what he was about to do. He’d prepare Souji
sometimes with his fingers, but other times, as of late, he’d put his dick
inside of him and stretch him out that way.
“I wonder why you let me be so mean to you.” He was hovering over Souji, and
lining himself up with his hole. Souji hadn’t anything to grip onto, on the
floor, but he let out a little whine.
“Let me hear it.”
He whined again, and said it was because he liked it.
With Adachi, it never lasted very long. Some times it lasted longer than
others, but Adachi didn’t have much endurance, or stamina. In the beginning,
he’d tease Souji and be mean to him by being selfish and focusing on just
himself, but as it progressed, he’d found more enjoyment in working Souji up
beforehand so that it didn’t take as long for him to finish in the end. Lately,
they’d been finishing at the same time, but Souji knew this time would be
different. He didn’t know when he’d be allowed to come.
He was never very loud during sex, and would always moan quietly and softly,
regardless of what was being done to him or how good he felt. Adachi would
always call him noisy, and loud, but that was more a fantasy than anything, or
Adachi talking to himself to keep himself going, as aroused as possible, and
because he knew they both liked it when Souji was being insulted. Souji’s voice
was soft, and sweet, and he’d let out little sobs as Adachi thrust himself fast
and hard inside of him and whispered horrible things to him against his ear in
his scary voice. Souji felt so good he could cry as Adachi called him stupid,
pathetic, good for nothing but a good fuck. One of Souji’s favorite things was
when Adachi would call him a worthless cocksleeve, and his absolute favorite
was when Adachi called him his worthless cocksleeve.
Sex with Adachi was animalistic, and rough, and fast. It was never in a smooth
rhythm, and it was always aggressive. Adachi would grope and squeeze and leave
marks, biting him, scratching him, hitting him, and if it was at Adachi’s
place, and they were basking in the afterglow while the adult lay in bed,
smoking, Souji would be sitting on the edge, going over everything lightly with
his fingertips, in silence as Adachi stared at him. Adachi was marking him,
Adachi was making him his. Adachi was mean to him because he liked him.
Souji would spend a lot of time with Yosuke, whom he considered to be his best
friend. Not more than once did he receive a warning from Adachi. “You’re mine,”
he’d say. “You’re lucky I even let you talk to that faggot in the first place.
You’re hot, and I know you like to show off the things I give you, I know you
like how other men look at you. You’d better not let any of them touch you.”
He’d then smile and play with the cigarette in his mouth as he entertained
fantasies in his head. Or as he’d thrust his dick harder inside of Souji’s
intestines.
“You like this, right?” His voice was laden with heated breaths, heavy pants,
and it was evident speaking was a chore for him, but neither of them cared.
Adachi liked saying it, and Souji liked hearing it, even as he squirmed and
knew new marks would arise the following morning on his hips. “Like feeling
another man’s dick inside you? Another man forcing himself inside you, someone
a lot older than you, someone in charge of you?”
Souji let out a moan that equated to affirmation.
“You like being stretched like this, huh? You’re just a stupid kid, but even
still, you’re doing things like this. It ever occur to you that this might be a
bad idea? That I just want you for your body, because you’re so easy?”
Souji shook his head as it became increasingly harder for him to focus, with
his ears burning and his balls tightening. Each thrust made it that much harder
for him to focus on anything other than the needle buried in his urethra, and
when he was reminded of it for the umpteenth time, he wanted to cry.
“You’re a slut, you know that?” Adachi’s voice got scary again, and Souji let
out a small yelp as he felt his throat being seized. But his eyes were still
lidded and his face red and his mouth open like he was still moaning, like he
could still breathe. Adachi’s grip was tight, intent on preventing his lungs
from getting air, preventing him from being able to stay conscious much longer,
and Souji’s body squirmed and undulated underneath his grip, and his cock
bobbed and his urethra throbbed and his ass felt so good being full. Adachi
brought himself closer and closer to his own climax by putting words in Souji’s
mouth, and wishing he was like he wanted him to be.
“But you’re not easy, are you. I don’t like dumb kids that just fuck anyone who
gives them attention, that’s boring. You’re not easy because you like me.”
Adachi’s face contorted in a wanton grin as he gripped Souji’s hair and slapped
him across the face, hard. Souji could breathe, and he coughed a little, and
let out another little moan from the hit. Adachi did it a few more times before
burying himself into Souji’s neck, biting him hard, and muttering
incoherencies. Like how Souji was a slut, how Souji liked him, how he was
stupid, and how he was a good boy. How he liked the needle he gave him, how he
liked everything he gave him, how he liked Souji so much, and how Adachi wished
that he could kill him. Adachi leaned up as his thrusting escalated to near-
painful levels, and with his hand still tangled in Souji’s hair, gripping and
tugging and hurting, he doubled over himself as he reached his orgasm, spilling
out inside of Souji, and making him whine once again.
Adachi reached between them as he still continued to rut desperately against
his ass and pulled the needle out, quick and rough. Souji had to cover his
mouth to suppress the moan, and semen shot out of his dick and coated his
stomach in thick spurts. He’d felt so lightheaded that he could very easily
have passed out right there, and he knew Adachi was watching, and he could
loosely hear his praise and the affection in his voice.
If there was a bed, Souji would curl against Adachi’s side and stroke his
chest. Souji would be under the blankets, completely naked, and Adachi would
still have his pants undone, sometimes with his dick still out. In Souji’s
room, there was usually the couch that they’d sit together on, but in this
particular instance, none of them wanted to move. Souji knew he was being
stared at as he tried to gather his breath, to move his arms, to be able to
function in any useful way, and he was fine with that. Once he was able to move
somehow, he coughed, and rubbed at his throat, and became aware of how his dick
was aching.
Adachi put on the smile he’d always had, when he was in public, and when anyone
else was around. His tone of voice changed, and he rubbed the back of his neck
as he looked a little awkward, but pleased. “You liked that, right?”
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