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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Souji_Seta/Yosuke_Hanamura
  Character:
      Yosuke_Hanamura, Souji_Seta
  Additional Tags:
      16+, Trans_Character, Agender_Souji, Fancy_Dress, PWP, handjob, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-24 Words: 2112
****** Frills and Spills ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Yosuke and Souji have already had their share of indecent soirées at
     this point, but they've never had a dress code before. And just when
     did Souji find the time, money and fashion knowhow to put that outfit
     together without him finding out?
Notes
     Souji Seta is agender and uses they/them pronouns in this fanfiction.
                        At 4:03 p.m., Souji Seta wrote:
 > What time do you get off your shift? Uncle Dojima has taken Nanako out for
                          the day and I’m home alone.
                     At 4:37 p.m., Yosuke Hanamura wrote:
                  > jUst finished up. im FREE AS A BIRD WOOO
 
Yosuke silently congratulated himself for nailing it yet again as he hit “send”
and slipped his phone into his bag.
Souji having the house to themselves only ever meant one thing, and Yosuke made
the Junes-to-Dojima-residence circuit in record time. He rapped impatiently on
the door and stood flexing the balls of his feet.
Yosuke had prepared his entrance for maximum suaveness. He swung his bag off
his shoulder and into his hand, ready to casually toss it aside as he entered
to demonstrate his casual coolness.
The door swung open. Yosuke’s bag hit his feet.
“You dropped your bag.” Souji indicated with a quick downward sweep of their
eyes, but Yosuke’s were glued straight ahead. Souji had answered the door clad
head to toe in Lolita getup. Yosuke’s eyes lighted on the blue choker around
their neck (complete with small cat bell), down past a black bodice criss-
crossed with bright string and a flared skirt in layered tiers, to a pair of
thigh garters holding up stripy knee-high socks, all of it painstakingly
colour-coordinated in black and blue and adorned with more lace edging than he
entirely knew what to do with.
With a delicate twirl, Souji turned around and beckoned Yosuke inside,
revealing a large blue bow on their back tied around their waist with a ribbon.
Yosuke hurried in after them and shut the door behind him with just a bit more
force than was necessary.
Yosuke watched the ends of Souji’s dress bob in mesmerized awe as they ascended
the stairs. At the top, they turned back and raised an eyebrow at Yosuke. “Are
you coming?”
Yosuke shook his head in an attempt to clear it and hurried up the stairs, only
barely managing not to trip on his way up. By the time he timidly poked his way
through Souji’s bedroom doorway they had already made themselves comfortable on
the bed, seated at the edge with their legs crossed.
Yosuke fidgeted in the doorway.
“So, uh, this is different.”
“Does that mean you don’t like it?” asked Souji. “Nanako will be heartbroken;
she helped me pick it out just for you.”
“Isn’t it... weird? To be a boy, dressing like this?”
“I don’t suppose I know what boys think about anything,” they replied.
“Oh. Right.”
“Besides, you already kind of gave the game away.”
Yosuke’s hand leapt defensively to his crotch. Souji was right, of course. Any
real surprise he felt at seeing Souji like this was less about their attire and
far more about how unexpectedly aroused it made him. But it was still totally
uncool of them to point it out like that.
Souji patted the bed next to them with their hand and said, “come sit down
already.”
Yosuke did so, and Souji planted a kiss on his cheek once they were side-by-
side. Yosuke could feel his skin prickle where Souji’s lips touched it. He had
his hands in his lap, and fidgeted nervously with his fingers.
“So...” he began. “Does this getup go as far as, you know.”
Souji shook their head. No, they didn’t know.
Yosuke grimaced. “You know, underwear! What I mean is, where does it all...
fit?”
Souji feigned ignorance once again for a moment before relenting and taking
Yosuke’s hand in theirs.
“Why don’t you put your hand up there,” they said, pulling his hand towards
their inner thigh and releasing it with a brush of their fingers over his palm,
“and find out?”
Yosuke gulped. Souji smiled at him encouragingly. Slowly, slowly up Yosuke’s
fingers crept, and the tingle of Souji’s skin on his fingertips was met by a
similar sensation in his own pants. Eventually bare skin gave way to taut silk,
and Yosuke could feel the warmth and firmness of Souji’s dick beneath it. He
kept going until he could feel a lacy hemline, and curled his fingertips around
it. “Is it okay if I pull these off?”
Souji nodded. “Be gentle though, it doesn’t stretch.”
Yosuke gently peeled the fabric back, and Souji brought their legs close
together to make it easier to shimmy it down. Once Souji’s panties were past
their knees they were able to slide one leg out, then the other. They were an
iridescent blue, Yosuke noted as they hit the floor.
“Now, where were you?” said Souji.
Yosuke returned his hand to its prior resting place, this time with a good deal
less hesitance. He lay his thumb flat along Souji’s length, stroking slowly
upwards until his thumbtip reached the head. He ran his thumb over it in a few
gentle swirls, tightening his grip as he went.
Souji’s countenance remained cool as a cucumber, but Yosuke noticed the
telltale signs he had learned to look for: shifting their weight a little
further back onto their hands, the little uptick in the rise and fall of their
chest (all the more noticeable in that tight bodice).
Yosuke started to bring his hand up and down on Souji’s cock, feeling the
foreskin shifting under his touch and noting with satisfaction that their eyes
were fluttering shut.
Souji was rarely one to make much noise, but there was a blissful dazed look
across their face that Yosuke had never seen in any other context, and it was
all the sign he needed that he was doing a good job.
That said, his pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight, and trying to
squeeze at himself through the fabric was not doing much good. Without budging
or stilling the hand he had up Souji’s dress, he turned himself and leaned in
to kiss them along the neck and jaw and mumble, “do you think...”
“Mmmmmm?” Souji cracked an eyelid open to look at him.
Yosuke tugged at the neck of his shirt with his free hand. “...could we, you
know?”
Souji snorted. “Of course. Go get undressed.”
They had to gently pry Yosuke’s hand off their dick before he would roll up the
hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Standing up, he thought about how
nervous he’d been to undress in front of Souji just a couple of months ago. And
now it was as easy as this. He unbuttoned his pants, then paused. “Hey,
partner?”
Souji looked up at him with one hand under their dress, the material shifting
and ruffling over the top. “Yes?”
“Would you mind keeping the dress on? During?”
“I’m glad you asked,” said Souji, “because I don’t think you know how long it
takes to get out of all this.”
“Hey,” said Yosuke. “Did you mean what you said before?
“Hm?”
“When you said you picked this out just for me.”
“Of course I did. Who else? Now step out of those pants, scamp.”
Yosuke grinned and let his pants fall to the floor, leaving nothing but a pair
of grey boxers covered in Bat Symbols between himself and total nudity.
“I see I’m not the only one who dressed up,” remarked Souji with the slightest
hint of a smirk creeping over their lips.
“Batman is cool,” he said feebly. He slipped his boxers off and sheepishly
kicked them out of sight, then rejoined Souji on the bed.
“Get comfortable,” they said. “I just have to find the lube.”
Souji rolled onto their stomach and leant over the side of the bed, giving
Yosuke a full view of his ass, looking softer and more alluring than ever
surrounded by all that black lace. While Souji rummaged, Yosuke wet a pair of
fingers in his mouth and then slid his hand behind his body, gently teasing
himself open. Once he comfortably had two fingers in (then out, then in again),
he wrapped the other hand around his cock and started slowly teasing himself,
his eyes fixated on Souji swaying in front of him.
Eventually, Souji resurfaced with a little white tube in their hands, clutching
it to their chest like it was a prize.
“Are you ready” they asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Great, can you turn around and bend over for me?”
Yosuke did, and with his chest pressed to the sheets and his butt up in the
air, he dearly hoped Souji was looking at him the same way he had been just
prior.
Something cool and ticklish fluttered over his lower back and he almost jumped
up until he realised it was the edges of Souji’s dress settling on him.
“Sorry,” they explained. “But I don’t think either of us wants to have to
explain a ruined dress to Nanako later.”
“It’s fine,” said Yosuke. Matter of fact, he kind of liked it. Kind of really
really liked it.
“Okay, here I go,” said Souji.
He appreciated the consideration, but they’d been at this enough times that
Yosuke probably didn’t need a play-by-ploh good lord how was it that he never
remembered how cold lubricant was at first?
Fortunately for him, Souji did remember, and they waited for the shock to his
system to subside before easing themself into him, then waited again for him to
wiggle and readjust until the angle was just right.
“Ready?” asked Souji. Yosuke flashed a thumbs-up in their general direction.
Without further ado Souji steadied their hands on Yosuke’s hips and started to
thrust.
Yosuke drew in a sharp rush of air, and by the time it left his lungs it had
turned into a cry of pleasure. He tried to manouevre his arm up under his body,
but it was slow going not to lose his balance with his legs buckling so much.
Souji worked him at a measured pace while Yosuke rubbed himself more
frantically, panting and pressing his cheek into the bed and stroking and
stroking and stroking. He could feel every stroke in his whole body and it took
all of his restraint (and, it must be said, a great many previous misfires) to
slow himself down to pace with with Souji when he felt the familiar heat
building.
Souji, for their part, was far quieter save for some heavy breathing and the
persistent rustle of fabric. They were nonetheless curiously expressive in the
way their hands wandered back and forth in subtle movements to acquaint
themselves with Yosuke’s body, the way they would thrust just a little bit
harder when he made an especially delightful noise.
Most importantly, Yosuke knew to listen out for the little chorus of haa, haa,
haas; the exerted sighs that had become his cue to pick up the pace once again,
such that when he felt Souji’s hips twitch, felt their fingers dig into his
hips, felt that momentary burst of warmth inside him, he was primed to let
loose only a few moments later.
Then he was coming, still stroking himself as he spilled out onto the sheets,
feeling Souji pull out of him but not as keenly as he felt the last of their
thrusts echo throughout his body, collapsing forwards into a reddened heap of
gangly limbs and a face full of mattress.
He sprawled out where he lay for a time until his breathing steadied, then
shakily pulled his legs forward and sat up against the wall. Souji was kneeling
on the floor, stuffing the lube back into its little hideaway under their bed.
They appraised Yosuke for a minute, noting the redness in his cheeks as well as
around his waist where they had been holding him. They turned to sit down near
him when he cried out and dived forward and they stopped still.
“Wet patch. You almost sat in it.”
Of course now it was all over Yosuke’s hand and Souji was laughing quietly but
he supposed it was still better than the alternative. Souji walked around to
the edge of the bed and gingerly picked their way over to him on all fours
instead. They leaned most of their weight on him and pressed their head into
the crook of his neck, as they often did after this kind of activity. Yosuke
put an arm around their back (careful not to dislodge the bow) and kissed the
top of their head, being met with an appreciative murble.
With their eyes closed, so quietly Yosuke could barely make it out, Souji
spoke. “So, do you want to try on yours now? It matches.”
“Yeah.” He paused. “Wait a second, what did you just say?”
“You left your bag on the doorstep, you know.”
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