Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/5139476.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Adachi_Tohru/Seta_Souji, Adachi_Tohru/Narukami_Yu
  Character:
      Hanamura_Yosuke
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Anal_Sex, Teasing, Humiliation, Manipulation
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-03 Words: 4462
****** Say My Name ******
by pennysparkle
Summary
     It took an hour or so, but his phone finally started ringing, and
     Souji grabbed it from the nightstand without any hesitation, thumb
     poised to answer it. Except instead of the caller ID announcing
     Dojima, it was Yosuke, and the shrill tone continued to echo
     throughout the apartment as he froze up, trying to decide what to do.
     Adachi was sitting right beside him on the bed, his attention
     currently upon the TV; still, he'd be able to hear everything if
     Souji answered. He could take it to the bathroom, but then Adachi
     would be suspicious, the same as he'd be if he silenced it... There
     wasn't much winning here.
Notes
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There were strange things Souji had to worry about now that he was in a
relationship with Adachi—when and where they met up, how many people were
around, whether or not they might get recognized. He had to worry about getting
caught, about lying to his friends and what they would think if they knew,
about balancing his time between school, work, friends, Dojima and Nanako, the
investigation, and Adachi. He had to worry about making everyone happy, had to
listen to what was going on in their lives and give thoughtful advice, had to
get good grades. Sometimes it felt like he was stretching himself so thin that
he could barely concentrate on anything, but at the very least, he was
happy most of the time.
And he had to worry about what Adachi thought too—had to consider his reaction
to small things like bringing up the wrong person, and navigate the oft-
confusing tides of his bad moods that left him sneering at Souji's enthusiasm
some days, and berating him for not having it the next. It could be
frustrating, but he did it because he liked Adachi, because he wanted to be
with him regardless of all the things that stood in their way.
Still, sometimes it felt like he might be dropped at a moment's notice for
something that seemed inconsequential. He had to be so careful, balance himself
on the perfect knife edge of acting as though the only person in his world was
Adachi, and thus he was always a little bit wary of what he might say or do to
anger him when they were together.
It was just that Adachi's attitude wavered toward downright possessiveness, and
he didn't want to hear about Souji's friends or really even see them hanging
out. There were times when that left a bad taste in Souji's mouth, the sourness
of wanting to tell Adachi what he'd done with Yosuke and Kanji after school, or
how he'd eaten lunch with Chie and Yukiko, how he and Naoto had scoured the
town for clues, or even about Teddie's existence—but having to choke it back.
Sometimes it was easy to feel a little bitter, especially when it came to
Adachi talking about Dojima. He could see that incessant longing inside of him,
and it burned—why was he allowed to have that, and to be so obvious about it?
But that was a sore spot that was best left alone.
Out of consideration for all of these factors, he'd generally keep his phone
silent while they were together, and any calls or texts that came through would
just have to be answered later, when he was out of Adachi's apartment. But
there were occasions when he couldn't do that; if he had an alarm on, if he
simply forgot, or if he was waiting for a call from Dojima or Nanako, like
now—ears open for the tone so that he could hurry up and silence it again
afterward.
It took an hour or so, but his phone finally started ringing, and Souji grabbed
it from the nightstand without any hesitation, thumb poised to answer it.
Except instead of the caller ID announcing Dojima, it was Yosuke, and the
shrill tone continued to echo throughout the apartment as he froze up, trying
to decide what to do. Adachi was sitting right beside him on the bed, his
attention currently upon the TV; still, he'd be able to hear everything if
Souji answered. He could take it to the bathroom, but then Adachi would be
suspicious, the same as he'd be if he silenced it... There wasn't much winning
here.
"Are you planning on answering that, Souji-kun?" he asked after the fifth
ring—a pleasant enough intonation that nonetheless held something disconcerting
underneath.
"It's probably not important. It can wait," Souji said.
Adachi gave him a disbelieving look, but didn't question him any further. With
that, Souji felt safe to silence it and place it back down, trying to turn his
attention back to the TV.
Only, not a minute later, it started ringing from Yosuke again. And this time,
Adachi didn't seem so pleased about the loud vibrations against the table.
"Hurry up and answer it," he said, voice low and tinged through with a threat
that could have been seen as playful—exactly the thing Souji had thought was
promised within his words the first time around.
And Souji did, but he was cautious. "Is everything alright?" was the first
thing he asked, automatically trying to keep himself hushed.
"Hey, do you want to come out with me and Teddie today? We were thinking about
going to Okina to pick up girls!" Yosuke said on the other end.
Souji swallowed. Could Adachi be hearing this already...? His eyes glanced to
the side guiltily, and he nearly jumped when he found Adachi staring right back
at him, a frown on his face.
"U-um... I'm busy today, actually."
Adachi's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over further, dragging his hand along
Souji's side—perhaps assuring himself that Souji was right here with him, and
not with Yosuke and Teddie? Only his touch slipped downward, palm pressing
against Souji's crotch, and he inhaled suddenly and sharply enough that he made
a kind of choking noise into the phone, eyes terrified upon Adachi's as he
wondered what he was up to.
But Adachi just grinned back at him, and mouthed keep talking.
Souji wasn't sure what more there was to say. The conversation seemed to
effectively be over, but in true Yosuke fashion, he couldn't just let it go,
and neither could Adachi when he seemed intent on punishing Souji for one
transgression or another.
"Man, really...? But we were counting on you to be there! Girls aren't gonna go
for just me and him..." Yosuke sighed noisily.
Breath held as Adachi's palm continued to rub insistently against his cock
through the barrier of the pants he'd been wearing to lounge around in, Souji
said nothing for several long seconds. Frustratingly enough, he was getting
hard, and he doubted Adachi would be too pleased if he tried to push his hand
away and stop him.
"Sorry... I just, uh. I've got some things to do," he said, trying to keep his
breathing calm, pleading with his body to not become too desperate for this,
although in his experiences, Adachi wouldn't be pleased until that point.
Already he was frustrated, willing his hips to remain in place so as not to
twitch up into Adachi's hand; that'd just spur him on all the more.
"Yeah? Like what? Maybe we can help! It'd go faster with three people instead
of one..."
Souji watched in horror, only halfway listening to Yosuke as Adachi's hands
pulled his pants and underwear down around his hips. One wrapped fully around
Souji's cock and began to jerk him off now, and it made him bite his lip hard,
a lump in his throat that he struggled to keep down into silence rather than
allowing it to form into a moan. Adachi just grinned up at him from between his
thighs as he drew his hand agonizingly slow from base to tip, then back down
again.
"Souji?"
"Y-yeah... um... I'm not sure if you could help," he said, entirely unfocused
on what he was saying. It was too hard to pay attention when Adachi was pushing
his shirt up, breath hot on his stomach, hand warm and tight around his cock as
he jerked him off more firmly. It felt good, and he didn't know what to do
aside from lay there and let it happen. This was bad—he shouldn't chance it,
but it just felt too nice.
"Well, just tell me what it is, okay? I promise it won't be too hard for all of
us to get done."
"It's, uh... Um..." Souji's lips parted as Adachi leaned over and grabbed for
lube within the bedside table, coming back with some already on his fingers. It
didn't surprise Souji when his legs were suddenly pushed up and spread apart as
far as his pants would allow, but he still let out a gasp when they pressed
inside of him. This was going way too far. He'd need to stop it before it got
too late...
"Partner? You alright?" Yosuke asked. He sounded so concerned, and Souji felt
horrified that this was happening, that Adachi's fingers were opening him up
and making him hiccup out a breath when his thumb pushed against the head of
his cock.
"I'm fine, sorry, I'm just—" He tossed his head back in the pillows suddenly, a
groan strangled within his throat when Adachi's fingers insistently pressed
into that spot inside of him. And he was grinning up at Souji, clearly pleased
with himself for what he was doing, as if it was at all amusing that Souji was
practically moaning down the phone to his best friend.
"Are you... are you sick or something, partner? Is it something embarrassing?
Because if it is, that's fine, y'know! We won't judge you for it! We can just
reschedule, right?"
Souji could hardly force out a single word, let alone agree with Yosuke on any
of that. Slowly, Adachi was getting him too turned on to even speak, which
might have been a good thing in most cases, especially with this phone call—but
Yosuke wasn't ever going to give up so easily.
"You still there?"
"I'm here," he panted out, fingers clutching tightly around the phone as Adachi
started to push inside of him. For once, the discomfort of it could largely be
put aside in favor of how unsettling it was for Yosuke to be hearing this, and
he tried to be aware of each sound he was making, but it was hard when Adachi
was holding his thighs apart and pushing as deep as possible.
"You sure you're okay...? Should I come over?"
"I'm not home," Souji said, all in a rush. Adachi's hands were on his hips,
squeezing and pulling him down, and he slapped a hand over his mouth as he
started to thrust into him, slow ones that nonetheless had him panicking.
"Well where are you? We'll come meet you," said Yosuke.
Adachi grinned down at him, like he found that idea particularly amusing. Souji
didn't have to think too hard to realize that he was imagining what his friends
would say if they saw him like this, spread out to accept Adachi's cock,
panting and moaning with flushed cheeks, taking it because he liked it. And
Adachi delighted in that fact—it was a point of pride, that he could get Souji
so desperate for this, that he could make him beg for it if he wanted to.
For the most part, he didn't begrudge him that fact, but with Yosuke on the
other end of the phone and Adachi on top of him, inching his cock inside of him
with each passing moment, he couldn't help feeling a little bit frustrated.
"Souji?"
"I'm... it doesn't matter. I'm fine," he forced out, as Adachi rocked into him,
his cock angled against that spot and making Souji shake against the sheets. He
was still going so slow, but he made up for it by doing all of this very
deliberately, not a move out of place.
"I dunno, dude... if you're just saying that because you don't want us to
worry, it's not helping. It really sounds like something's up," Yosuke said on
the other end, and then there was a soft chattering, as if he was speaking to
someone else—likely Teddie.
"No, I'm—ah!" He had to clench his teeth suddenly as Adachi gripped the flesh
of his ass, spreading him open and forcing himself all the way inside. He
trembled, full-bodied, his eyes feeling like they were rolling back in his head
with the feeling of it, and he really didn't know how long he was going to be
cling onto this without breaking.
And it was made all the more frustrating by the fact that every time he tried
to end the conversation, Yosuke would find a way to keep it going. He had his
suspicions that Adachi was appreciative for that as well—who knew where he'd
want this to go. For all he could imagine, Adachi probably liked the idea of
Souji moaning his name into the phone by the end, just so Yosuke would know who
was doing this to him.
"You... partner, for real, you're scaring me. What's up?"
"I'm just..." Adachi was thrusting harder, driving him up the bed, his hand
wrapping cruelly around Souji's cock, as if to tell him that he was going to be
getting off to this. And he couldn't help the moan that finally spilled out of
his mouth, loud even to his own ears, shocking like the crack of a gun firing.
"... Are you... jerking off?" Yosuke asked disbelievingly. "Dude!"
"No! I'm..." He trailed off, moaning again as Adachi's thumb pressed against
the head of his cock, smearing precome down the length of it.
"Dude, you totally are! You should have just told me, y'know..." Yosuke sounded
almost wounded by this behavior, as if it wasn't a totally strange thing to
share. Then again, this was Yosuke, who had been interested in what kind of
porn he owned and totally free with his own preferences as well.
"I'm not," Souji said, lifting his hips up into the pressure of Adachi's hand
at the same time as he tried to push down on his cock. This was bad. Already he
was getting into that particular mood, wanting so badly that he was willing to
act like this to get more of what Adachi was giving.
And he sneered down at Souji, slowing the stroke of his hand and his thrusts as
he mouthed at him. You'll have to beg.
But he couldn't do that. Not with Yosuke on the other end of the phone, not
when he was already getting the wrong (well, kind of wrong) idea. How
humiliated did Adachi want him to be? And wasn't he always concerned about the
secret status of their relationship? What did he intend to do if Souji started
moaning his name, begging for more like he would in the privacy of this
bedroom?
Probably gloat over Yosuke, and tell him to keep his mouth shut, in the end.
"Does that mean you've got new goods?" Yosuke asked a little bit excitedly.
"What is it?"
He really wanted to have this conversation now. Even under the impression that
Souji was jerking off, he wanted to talk about porn. Sometimes it was amazing
how oblivious Yosuke could be.
"I'm not doing anything like that," Souji huffed out, and Adachi pushed in
sharply, but he was ready for it this time, stifling his moan. "I'm cleaning."
"You must be really into it, then," said Yosuke dubiously.
"There's nothing wrong with... w-with..."
Adachi leaned in close suddenly, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss,
encouraging him to part them so that his tongue could press in and rub against
Souji's. He was getting all lightheaded, overstimulated by all of the things
that were happening to him as he tried to pay attention to the phone too. It
was too much, and yet he couldn't stop it. Sure, he could hang up, but Adachi
would probably make him dial right back. It was utter torture.
"Wait a second... are you watching porn?" Yosuke asked. "Dude, you're going all
out! What kind is it?"
Souji struggled, willing Adachi to pull away, to just give him a break from
this. At the very least, he parted their lips for Souji to speak, though he
started thrusting into him even harder, not at all interested in stopping.
"It's j-just an ad on a website," he said, flustered from more than just
Adachi's thrusts. This had to be some kind of nightmare—how was he meant to
look Yosuke in the eye after this kind of thing?
"Yeah... suuure." Yosuke laughed, and it was clear to Souji that he didn't buy
into this at all.
But he was too distracted with how erratic Adachi's thrusts were becoming, a
clear sign that he would probably come soon. In a way, he was a little bit glad
for that.
"A-anyway... I don't think... I'll be able to—make it today," Souji stuttered,
hoping to end this already.
"Why? Because you're gonna be watching porn? Man, if you wanna do that, we can
ditch Teddie. I'll come over."
He definitely wouldn't have suggested that if Souji were Kanji, or anyone else
for that matter. It was a little bit strange, and he could tell Adachi thought
so too, if the way he was narrowing his eyes and pulling Souji down onto his
cock possessively was anything to go by.
And suddenly he filled Souji with come, making him gasp and claw at the sheets
as he tried to silence the sound of surprise caught in his throat.
"Partner? You still there?"
"Y-yeah..." he muttered. Adachi was slowly pulling out, come already dripping
down the insides of his thighs to make a mess that he'd surely be tasked with
cleaning up later, as if it wasn't enough that he'd gotten Souji into this kind
of situation...
"So you want me to come over?" Yosuke asked.
He was about to reply in the negative, but for some reason, Adachi nodded at
him and pointed at the phone. Souji raised his eyebrows, though they were
likely invisible behind his bangs, and Adachi pointed again, more deliberately
this time.
"Uh... sure," he said, almost questioning himself in the meantime. Adachi
really wanted this? Was it some kind of trick where Yosuke would show up and
find that no one was home? Because that seemed like a pretty boring joke, but
that was probably better for Souji, in the end.
"Cool. When should I head over?"
Souji looked uneasily to Adachi, who glanced at the clock. It was fairly early
in the afternoon at the moment, and Souji had been looking forward to spending
it together with Adachi—alone. But that was apparently out of the question now.
Seven, he mouthed, and Souji repeated it back to Yosuke.
"See ya then!" Yosuke said, and finally, blessedly, he hung up.
"Adachi-san... that wasn't very nice of you," was the first thing out of
Souji's mouth afterward. He was frowning, but he doubted it had that much
effect when he was naked and covered in come and sweat.
"Ehhh? It was just a joke. Don't act like you didn't have fun!"
Souji hadn't even gotten to come—wasn't sure he'd wanted to. But he figured
that wasn't worth mentioning, especially when he was giving Adachi the blankest
look he could possibly muster.
"H-hey, c'mon! It wasn't that bad! He didn't suspect a thing!"
"He thought I was jerking off," Souji said, pursing his lips as he looked down
at himself. As irritated as he was about what had just happened, he was still
embarrassingly hard, and he couldn't just walk around like this.
"Somebody's grumpy... it's not like it was that big of a deal." Adachi scooted
over, pulled Souji's thighs up around his hips, and started jerking himself off
to get hard again. By now, Souji was used to Adachi's need for a second round,
though he wished he got to come anywhere near as often as he did.
After another minute or two, he pushed in, Souji grimacing and shifting against
the sheets as he bottomed out far too quickly. It was clear that Adachi had no
intentions of taking this too slowly, and it always amazed Souji that he could
be back in the mood for this so fast.
But he didn't question it, lying back and gasping as Adachi started to fuck
him, quick snaps of the hips that had him panting as Adachi pushed his thighs
back further, nearly bending him in half. It was brutal, but he enjoyed it,
reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock to jerk himself off.
This time it didn't take nearly so long for Adachi to come—filling Souji
further, so much that it was almost uncomfortable. But he managed to come
himself, too, spilling over his chest in this position. He slumped after a
moment, panting hard, ready to lie back and rest for a while.
Only Adachi was reaching over into the bedside table again, drawing out a plug
which he wasted no time pushing inside of Souji, effectively sealing his come
into him.
"A-adachi-san? What are you doing?" Souji asked, alarmed enough that he tried
to sit up, only that shifted the plug inside of him and made him gasp.
"It wouldn't be as fun for you to just go and hang out with Yosuke, right? I
think it'd be much better if you had something to remind you of me," Adachi
said, grinning at him in that way that made Souji a little bit nervous.
"Do you want him to find out or something?" he wondered, his brows pinched
together as he looked down at himself. Wasn't it enough that he was already a
little bit of a mess, covered in Adachi's come and his own? He at least
deserved to clean himself up...
"Hm... well, if I really wanted him to find out, I'd just let him walk in on me
fucking you, and you begging for it. Oh, or maybe I could send him some of the
pictures of you on my phone, huh? He'd get the point then." Adachi's expression
had gone suddenly flat, as if he was entirely serious about this, and it gave
Souji pause.
"So I'm just supposed to go home and watch porn with him?"
"Do whatever you feel like doing," Adachi said dismissively, his attention
already turned back to the TV. His posture was relaxed, his eyes off of Souji
(so disinterested, all the time), and it was clear that he had no intentions of
changing his mind on this. "Just make sure you keep it inside of you, brat. And
don't chicken out."
Souji frowned and turned away. He'd have to clean himself up at least a little
bit, and he went into the bathroom with his head ducked down, slowly dragging a
washcloth over his stomach and chest, the insides of his thighs, cleaning that
mess up. Then he pulled his clothes on again, setting everything straight,
ensuring nothing was out of place. He'd already have enough trouble convincing
Yosuke that nothing was up without looking like such a mess.
He said a goodbye to Adachi that wasn't returned before he left the apartment,
locking it behind himself. And each step he took toward home was agonizing, the
shift of the plug inside of him making him grimace and bite his lips together
in an effort to not make any noises.
Of course, he'd be halfway to home, passing by Yosuke's house with little
regard for the fact that he might have wanted to avoid that route, when Yosuke
came outside grinning and waving.
"Hey, partner! Couldn't wait, could you?" he called out.
Souji's head whipped over, mouth set in a surprised 'o' and eyes wide. The
expression must have been fairly unexpected and amusing on him, because Yosuke
laughed as he jogged up.
"If you're headed home now, maybe I can just tag along with you. Cool?" he
asked.
Was it cool? Not in the least. Souji was looking forward to a few hours of
trying to adjust to this by some increment before Yosuke came over, and to have
him wanting to come over now just dashed all of his hopes. He could barely keep
his breathing even as he walked, and what was he supposed to say if Yosuke
commented on it? Not to mention he was still embarrassed about what had gone on
earlier.
But he couldn't exactly say any of that. "Are you ready to go now?" he asked,
sounding a little bit impatient in contrast to his usual easygoing tone. He
wasn't sure how long he could stand out here with nothing to focus on but what
was inside of him.
"Yeah. Uh, lemme go grab my jacket." With that, Yosuke ran off.
But Souji was already walking. He couldn't stand the stillness, even if
movement made this pretty difficult too, those soft exhales spilling from his
mouth as he went.
"Hey, wait up!" Yosuke called a minute or so later, jogging to catch up with
Souji. "Man, you're in a hurry today... What's up?"
He licked his lips, swallowing hard as he stared at the road in front of them.
Why did it have to be so long?
"Partner... geez, something's really up with you. You sure you're not sick?"
"I'm fine..." Souji muttered. It was so difficult not to focus himself on that
feeling of fullness, the knowledge that the plug was the only thing keeping
Adachi's come from dripping down his thighs. Yosuke couldn't find out about
this. It was already weird enough that he'd thought Souji had been jerking off
over the phone earlier.
"You just... look like you're having a rough time. Your face is all red and
you're breathing really heavy!"
Souji suddenly wondered if he said that he was feeling ill, if Yosuke would
turn around and go back home. Or if Adachi would somehow find out and get angry
at him for it.
"I don't know... I might be getting a little sick," he said, suddenly confident
that he could weather both prospects.
"Yeah? I'll walk you home and make sure you've got everything you need, then."
Damn. He should have known better than to think it would work. He'd just have
to keep his head up and try his best not to let on what was really happening.
It took ten agonizing minutes for them to arrive back at the Dojima household,
and Souji should have known better than to think that Adachi's involvement was
completely over for the day. He was standing beside the door, a wide, fake
smile crossing his face when Souji and Yosuke walked up together.
"Hey, Souji-kun! Dojima-san told me to wait for him here, but nobody was
home... Y'think... could I come in for a little while and wait for him there?"
Souji stared at him, completely speechless. There was no way he could
be this cruel, right? And Yosuke was peering at him curiously in the meantime,
apparently unsure about Souji's silence. He'd have to speak.
"Um... alright. Come on inside, Adachi-san," he said, unlocking the door and
pushing it open.
This was going to be a long night.
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