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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Adachi_Tohru/Seta_Souji, Adachi_Tohru/Narukami_Yu
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Humiliation, Public_Sex, Sex_Toys, Spanking
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-06 Words: 4332
****** What's Too Much (That's Enough) ******
by pennysparkle
Summary
     What they have is secret—something to be tucked close to Souji,
     unseen by the rest of the Investigation Team in the hours between his
     obligations to them. It's text messages that he calls no attention
     to, pretending that they're nothing more than strangers when they see
     each other in public, or if he comes home after work with Dojima.
     It's sneaking out at night to meet at Moel when the lights inside are
     low and the parking lot is deserted, Adachi picking him up in his
     car, and the drive back to his apartment is always quiet, as if to
     acknowledge this before they arrive there would somehow give it away.
Notes
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What they have is secret—something to be tucked close to Souji, unseen by the
rest of the Investigation Team in the hours between his obligations to them.
It's text messages that he calls no attention to, pretending that they're
nothing more than strangers when they see each other in public, or if he comes
home after work with Dojima. It's sneaking out at night to meet at Moel when
the lights inside are low and the parking lot is deserted, Adachi picking him
up in his car, and the drive back to his apartment is always quiet, as if to
acknowledge this before they arrive there would somehow give it away.
Souji likes to think that he's not disappointed by that, because he knows the
consequences of this. Word spreads fast in a town this small, and it's not just
Dojima they'd have to worry about, either. Everyone would have something to say
about it, and neither of them are ready for that.
This is something Souji knows logically, even though he wants more: that what
they have is tenuous. It wouldn't stand under the strain of someone else's
knowledge, so they have to keep it to themselves, and besides, at this point?
It's not like there'd be much to share. For the most part, it's a physical
relationship.
That's something Souji finds to be beyond frustrating; he wants to know about
Adachi, but he's tightlipped and avoidant at the best of times, and pushing
only makes him even more so. He'd learned fairly quickly that, while he can get
his way in some matters, there are others best left alone. And so he does, even
though he doesn't want to.
He's not satisfied. But that doesn't mean what they have is bad. He certainly
doesn't hate it when he's spread out and gasping underneath Adachi, arching up
against him and craving more desperately, yet being given only as much as
Adachi feels like giving.
Such an arrangement holds for almost every part of their relationship—it's
always what Adachi feels like, unless Souji pushes. And he does have to push
for every little inch taken, but there's a thrill in that too. Sometimes it's
nice to let someone else be in charge of the tiny choices so that Souji doesn't
have to be.
Not today, though. Souji had asked and prodded and nudged until Adachi
irritably agreed that they could go on a date. Nothing too big or extravagant;
just a movie in Okina, and if Souji plays his cards right, maybe he can
convince Adachi to get food somewhere too. They'll have the whole night ahead
of them, after all, what with Dojima thinking he's sleeping over at Yosuke's.
This is too good of a chance to pass up, especially when he doesn't know if
he'll be able to get his way again any time soon.
It's exciting. It isn't something they've done before, and Souji keeps thinking
about it throughout class on Saturday, wondering if he'll finally get a chance
to make Adachi open up more. The fact that he'd even agreed in the first place
must mean he's not too averse to the idea of spending time with Souji in a non-
physical setting, right? Souji chooses to believe that, and it carries him
through the afternoon until he's standing outside waiting for Adachi.
Ten minutes pass before the now-familiar car pulls up, and Souji's still a
little bit impressed by how nice it is. Not sporty or anything—just a sedan,
but still, nicer than he'd expected it to be. He pulls the door open and
settles into the passenger seat (leather, and pleasantly warm), and as always,
Adachi is silent.
It stays that way between them until Souji realizes they're taking the road
back to Adachi's apartment instead of the exit to Okina. His eyes narrow
slightly. Is he really going to try and bail on the date? He's got to know that
Souji won't be too happy about that... not when he'd had to perform a certain
series of favors to get an okay in the first place (though they had been
enjoyable).
But he's too curious not to say anything, even though it seems almost taboo to
break the silence. "I thought we were going to Okina."
"Aah? We are. Don't be so impatient, brat. I need to pick something up."
They lapse into silence again as the car pulls into the parking garage, and
Souji is fully prepared to stay seated there while Adachi goes in and gets
whatever it is he needs so badly, but his door opens and Adachi stares down at
him, annoyed.
"Come on. The faster we get it, the sooner you can have your date." Adachi's
fingers tap rhythmically, impatiently against the glass of the window, waiting
for him to get out, and with a sigh, Souji does so.
Together, they make their way up to the apartment. There's a careful distance
between them, no implications as to what they are, because it's already
suspicious enough that they're hanging around together without Souji trying to
hold his hand or something. He doubts Adachi would allow it anyway.
Inside, he lingers near the door, but whatever Adachi is up to seems to require
pushing him along into the bedroom, and he resigns himself to whatever oddity
he's cooked up—not that he has to wait long to find out. He's nudged toward the
bed until he lands on it stomach first, and Adachi's fingertips are already
peeling his pants and underwear down, chilling his bare flesh.
"Wh—"
"Shh... I'm making our date interesting for me," Adachi says, pushing two
slicked fingers into Souji right away and making him arch in slight discomfort.
He's cursory enough about stretching him that Souji knows this won't go very
far, but he still jumps when something cool, larger and smoother, is nudged
inside of him—a vibrator from the feel of it, one of the small egg ones that
nevertheless keenly excites and worries him all at the same time.
"This is what you wanted to get?" he asks with an edge of unimpressed surprise,
knees shifting so that he can get his pants back into place once Adachi pulls
away. "A vibrator?"
"H-hey, don't act so creeped out! It'll be fun!"
Souji's not so sure about that, because he knows this can only end one way for
himself. Even when they're alone, Adachi likes to tease, mocking him for how
obvious his want is, only giving Souji things after he's begged for it. He
likes to debase Souji, but at times, it can be fun—usually when he's too
wrecked and needy to be self-conscious.
This, he's got his doubts over. He'll try to be optimistic, but already he's
hyperfocused on the feeling of something inside himself, and it doesn't lessen
when he gets up and follows Adachi unsteadily back down to the car, where he
sits very delicately in an effort not to unsettle the vibrator.
Clearly, Adachi doesn't want Souji to lose focus on it. His hand comes to rest
on Souji's thigh as he starts the car, and by the time they're pulling out of
Inaba, it's crept higher. He's a little bit hard from it, undeniably. And
still, Adachi does nothing more than that on the drive, doesn't make any move
to turn the vibrator on or to rile him up.
He's gotten used to that touch (if not learned to tune it out completely) and
there's a warm place where Adachi's hand so recently was when they pull into a
parking space and get out of the car. Focusing on that is easier, and he does
so through the process of walking to the theater, only to find that they missed
the first showing (most likely thanks to their previous detour) and that the
next is more than an hour away.
Earlier, Souji had been pleased at the thought of having extra time with
Adachi. Now it seems like something to fear, because it gives Adachi that much
more time to break him. He fidgets with the bottom of his shirt, wondering what
he should do—see a different movie, or subject himself to this for even longer?
"Well? Where do you want to go?" Adachi asks, and there's a grin on his face
that feels like a threat. He almost certainly knows what Souji is thinking.
"Ah... there's a cafe near here." That seems like a safe enough bet, at least.
He knows the tables inside are packed in close, so maybe Adachi will have the
sense not to make a move on him where they could be found out.
"Lead the way, then."
Souji does, taking the few steps down from the theater to push inside the cafe
with a sense of unease. There's tons of people around, and they barely manage
to squeeze their way into a table near the edge of the room, sinking onto a
plush, comfortable sofa that at least doesn't emphasize the feeling of the
vibrator inside him too much.
There's an anticipation settling throughout his body. He's waiting for Adachi
to make his move, and the more time that passes since they'd stopped at his
apartment, the more anxious he becomes. Even when a waitress comes up to take
their orders, he's holding his breath. It'd be just like Adachi to turn it on
right now.
And he does. The vibrations start inside of Souji, and he shudders, exhaling
sharply and tensing up, much to the concern of the waitress. But he just raises
a hand and shakes his head, saying he'd lost his train of thought, and could
she repeat the question?
After what feels like a lifetime of reassurances, she walks away with their
orders, and his eyes slide over to Adachi. It's not a surprise that he always
chooses the worst moments to mess with Souji, but what if she'd somehow known?
Now, as if realizing how much his thoughts are racing, Adachi's hand comes to
rest at the small of Souji's back almost tauntingly. It's clear he's amused by
Souji's reaction, but he keeps quiet and lets the vibrations stay where they
are, not higher or lower, just a reminder.
This is something he likes to do: letting Souji know that he's the one in
charge here, that he's the one calling all the shots—and what better a way to
demonstrate that fact than by taking it into a place where Souji's already
flushed just from the knowledge of what's happening?
He swallows hard, trying to catch his breath and focus on the other people in
the cafe, people who could be watching, but the damage has been done by now.
His blood is pounding in his veins and his traitorous body is reacting to this
with enthusiasm, probably exactly as Adachi wished.
He leans closer to whisper in Souji's ear, breath tickling skin sensitized by
arousal. "You're really getting turned on by this? What a shameless kid..."
Souji bites down on his lip as he increases the vibrations by just an
increment, but it's enough to feel like it's quaking through his body, quickly
destroying any composure he's managed to gain. Not a minute passes before
Adachi's hand is sliding down to rest on his thigh again too, but higher up
this time—nearly brushing his cock through the fabric of his pants. When his
eyes flick over, Souji can see the smirk on Adachi's face.
"Aah... this is what you're into? Is that why you wanted to come on a date? So
I could mess with you?"
His breaths are coming quicker, and Souji has to wonder if anyone notices.
Their table is angled slightly away from the ones surrounding it, but there's
people all around them (not paying attention, granted; still, there's the
chance that they could). And at least no one is sitting in immediate hearing
range, but if any of them were to stop paying attention to their laptops or
tablemates at the wrong time, then they'd know what's going on, Souji has no
doubts about it.
"Adachi-san... please..."
"What? You want more?"
He pushes the vibrations higher again, and Souji has to swallow down a moan
painfully. This is really too cruel, but part of him is undeniably enjoying it,
and not just in a sense of physical pleasure; it satisfies part of him to be at
this kind of mercy, though at the moment that satisfaction is mixed with a
sense of embarrassment.
"Not more," he pants out, clutching tightly at the arm of the sofa. "Slow it
down..."
Adachi doesn't listen, of course. He only gives Souji what he wants when it
suits him to do so, and right now, he's having too much fun teasing him,
pushing as far as he can. Either Souji's going to have to wait it out, or beg
him to stop, and despite everything, he doesn't think he's prepared to do that.
He reconsiders that when the waitress returns with their coffees and a pastry
for Souji. She's even more concerned, asking if he's sick, whether she should
call an ambulance or something—and all the while, Adachi is smirking, his hand
patting Souji's thigh as the vibrator works inside of him.
It takes another lifetime of assurances, but they manage to send her on her
way, and Adachi laughs as he looks back at Souji, who's probably even more red-
faced by this point.
"Haha... you looked like you were going to die, Souji-kun! Is it really that
good? If I keep going, are you gonna come right here?" Adachi whispers against
his cheek, his fingers rubbing circles on his thigh, too close to his
cock—making him pinch his bottom lip tightly between his teeth to keep himself
from allowing even the tiniest of sounds free of his lips.
That seems to displease Adachi, because he gives him a mock-disappointed look
as he ticks the vibrator up another notch. "Playing hard to get? Hmm..."
Souji's breath stutters out, head falling back against the seat as his hips
twitch up uselessly, only a tiny amount before he realizes where they are and
stops himself. He can feel the vibration of Adachi's laugh against his jaw but
he's been broken now, and his sole focus is on the maddening jolt of sensation
inside him. It's a tease, not satisfying at all—only making him more and more
aware that this isn't something being done for his pleasure. Every inch of it
is absolutely for Adachi.
And still, he begs. "Adachi-san—I need..."
"What is it, Souji-kun? You wanted me to slow down before, but you want more
now? You really gotta make up your mind! This indecisiveness isn't cute at
all..."
He bites down on his fingers, too afraid that someone will hear. Everyone
seems closer suddenly, right on top of them, and his eyes are glancing around
frantically, paranoid. When they land on the cup of coffee and pastry, he
realizes he hasn't even touched either of them. By this point, there's probably
not a lot of use in attempting to act normal, and besides, he's desperate for
something a little more satisfying.
"So what is it you want?" Adachi prompts, his palm pushing fleetingly against
the front of Souji's pants.
"Can we go?"
"Really? You make me pay for this stuff and you don't even drink it?"
"Sorry."
"Aah... guess it can't be helped, then..." Adachi sighs, grunting as he pushes
himself up.
Souji is quick to follow him, though considering certain developments, it's
uncomfortable. The vibrator is still buzzing inside of him and he's halfway to
hard, fingers grasping at Adachi's arm for balance. As they walk, he feels his
condition more keenly than before, feels so noticeable, like everyone is
looking at him, like they can see exactly why he's like this.
He's holding his breath as if that's going to help, footsteps unsteady every
time the vibrator shifts inside him. All he can do is watch the floor in front
of them in the hopes that it'll calm him, or at least keep him from having to
acknowledge that there are other people around, potentially seeing him red-
faced and dazed.
And Adachi's not much help either. He just keeps leading Souji along—and
finally, upon looking up, he realizes they're about to leave the cafe, so he
forces himself to ask.
"Adachi-san... I thought we were going to go?"
"We are, aren't we? You just said you wanted to leave... you didn't
say where you wanted to go."
Right now, he can find it in himself to be frustrated. For Adachi to have done
all this to him and still not deemed it enough? That's beyond frustrating, and
he musters a shaking hand to grab Adachi's arm with full intention to stop him.
He turns, wide-eyed, innocent—really trying to pretend that he doesn't know
exactly what he's doing. But Souji knows that he does, and knows furthermore
that he's not going to give in until Souji, in very explicit terms, tells him
what he wants.
"I meant I wanted to go somewhere where we could have sex," he says bluntly.
Adachi laughs. "Oh? That was what you meant? Geez, why didn't you say so!"
He's pushed along suddenly toward the hallway leading back into the bathrooms.
Even the sight of them feels like a relief to Souji; he practically collapses
inside a stall when they walk in, and Adachi is on him immediately, grabbing at
his ass through the fabric of his pants and pushing his hips up against it at
the same time.
"You really got off on having this inside you, even though there were people
around you? You're so depraved, Souji-kun..."
Souji doesn't protest such an accusation, just gasps out a broken-sounding
"please" and pushes back. He can feel the bulge of Adachi's cock keenly, and
his stomach feels light from excitement as he fumbles his own pants and
underwear down.
"All it took was a vibrator to get you this turned on? For real?"
"You'd better get a move on, Adachi-san... I can't keep waiting for you," Souji
breathes out, one hand dropping away from the wall to wrap around his cock and
give himself a firm stroke. Even that's enough to make him shudder and moan a
little too loudly, heedless of the fact that the only thing separating them
from the rest of the cafe is a wall and a door.
Adachi laughs nervously behind him. "Heh... yeah!"
It takes him a second to tug the vibrator out of Souji, but when he does, he
presses fully against him all at once—and at some point, he's managed to get
his own pants pushed down. His cock rubs up against Souji's ass and he groans
in frustration, needing more than that, needing Adachi to just hurry it up
already, but he's taking his time as always.
"This is what you want?" he asks against Souji's ear, purposefully grinding
into him. "To get fucked in a bathroom where anybody could walk in?"
In his desperation, he practically hisses. "Yes."
"Hmm... alright then!" Adachi's voice sounds so cheerful, but it drowns out
completely into white noise as he finally pushes inside of Souji, aided by what
feels like lube— because of course he saw this coming, and was well-prepared.
And Souji's glad he was, because it feels so good already that it takes all his
effort to keep himself propped against the wall, one hand reaching back to hold
himself open shamelessly.
"G-geez... you're so tight..." Adachi groans against the back of his neck, hips
hitching up into him. At least this is something to be thankful for: Adachi can
hold out for a little while, but he'll always give in. He wants to get off too
badly to hold back, and once he gets his turn, he won't make Souji wait
anymore.
Right now, even the quick, unpracticed thrusts he's giving Souji are good. The
earlier tease of what he could have really only sensitized him to the point
that this feels overwhelming in comparison, and he can't help moaning every
time Adachi pushes in so deep.
It's embarrassing. He doesn't want anyone to hear him, especially since he can
dimly hear the chatter in the cafe through the walls, and he bites down on his
fingers to have something to focus on instead of making noises, because each
thrust of Adachi's cock is still loosening sounds from him, and—
The bathroom door opens. Souji swallows hard and tenses up, and he can hear
Adachi growl, strained, behind him. Yet he doesn't stop fucking Souji by any
means. He's still going, roughly pushing inside of him and pinching at Souji's
waist in an effort to get him to pay attention.
It's not like he isn't paying attention. He is, and he's trying so hard to
stifle his noises, because Adachi's getting closer and closer to that spot
that's going to make him lose it too quickly.
But there's someone shuffling around out there, a cough and a clearing of the
throat, and then the sound of a zipper. Souji holds his breath, wishing Adachi
would just stop—but he doesn't, not at all. He fucks Souji harder, grabs him by
the hips and forces him to tilt them up so that he can push all the deeper,
making it too difficult to hold down his noises. And maybe Adachi hadn't caught
on to that fact before, but he does so now—scoffing and murmuring against his
ear.
"You're trying to keep quiet? Really? It feels so good you have to make
yourself shut up? That's so embarrassing, Souji-kun... but I'm not going to let
you."
One of his hands loosens from its hold on Souji's hip and tugs at his wrist,
jerking his fingers out of his mouth, and Souji bites down on his lip in its
place. But it doesn't do the job anywhere near as well, because he can hear
himself now, moans not caught by him and pushed down before they spill free.
"You really like this, huh?" Adachi continues, and his voice isn't nearly quiet
enough for Souji's liking. "You love getting fucked, that's why you'd even let
me do it in some public bathroom while somebody's out there!"
Souji nods. He hates that he does, but in the end, it's the truth, and he's too
far gone to keep from telling it. At least with his hand freed and the noises
slipping out of him, he can finally touch himself, fingers wrapping around his
cock and jerking firmly, making his toes curl even as he stands.
Outside of the stall, he can hear more shuffling. Either it's someone else, or
the previous occupant has decided that they want nothing to do with this, and
swiftly gone on their way. He spares a moment to feel bad, but really, he's too
busy feeling good to bother with that for long, and he pushes back against
Adachi as he rubs his hand over his dick—so close to coming that it feels like
a waste. Another reason to be irritable about the earlier tease.
"Your ass keeps tightening up around me... you're even more shameless than I
thought!" Adachi laughs, and he pulls out suddenly, making Souji groan at the
loss. He's impatient and overstimulated at this point, dying just to come, and
Adachi chooses this time to surprise him?
His hand comes down in a slap against Souji's ass sharply, and he gasps,
arching up.
"Hey, tell me just how bad you want it, Souji-kun. Are you gonna die if you
don't get my dick? Have you been thinking about being full of my come all
day? Tell me."
"Adachi-san..." he gasps, face hot and cheeks wet, for some reason. Is he
really crying he wants it so badly? That's so horrifying he's especially glad
Adachi can't see him.
Adachi rears back and slaps him again, and his ass stings from the sensation.
He groans, because right now, it feels good—anything at all might feel good
when he's right on the edge of coming, desperate for it.
"You have to say it, Souji-kun... or else I won't know what you want, huh?" As
if to rub it in, Adachi pushes his cock up against Souji's hole, but not
inside, and he groans frustratedly.
"I want you to fuck me and come inside me... I want to come... please," he
breathes, voice broken—and Adachi finally shoves inside deep and hard, fucking
him as fast as he can manage. It's so perfect that it doesn't even take a
minute for Souji to finally come, his whole body blissfully tensed as it spills
over his fingertips. He feels euphoric in release, Adachi's hand gripping his
hip while he keeps thrusting inside of him, that weird light tingle in his
stomach building up and then ebbing away, and he leans forward against the
stall with a dazed smile on his face when Adachi finally comes inside of him
too.
It drips a little bit down the inside of his thighs, but Adachi's fingers swipe
it up and push it back inside of him before slipping the vibrator in too.
"Wh—"
"You didn't think we were finished, did you, brat?" Adachi asks, laughing and
giving him one last swat across the ass before dragging his underwear and pants
up for him. "Now you get to have that and my come inside of you when we go to
the movies. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
Souji's eyebrows furrow, but part of himself is already resigned himself to it.
It's not like he hadn't enjoyed this, really—embarrassing as it had been, there
was something exciting about it, too. And it shouldn't have been a surprise
that Adachi would want to keep going in the first place. For him, when it comes
to matters like these, it's always about the long con.
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