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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_3
  Relationship:
      Amada_Ken/Aragaki_Shinjiro
  Character:
      Amada_Ken, Aragaki_Shinjiro
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Pedophilia, Trans_Character,
      Somnophilia, Shota
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-12 Words: 5159
****** little lies you're told ******
by transgoro
Summary
     With nothing left to lose, Shinjiro goes for broke.
Notes
     hi, im trash but shinjiro is absolutely a pedo lolol
     please read the tags for EXTREME trigger warnings for this fic!
     please look into the ao3 blacklister if you want to avoid other fics
     like this :)
     converted from a roleplay i did with my best friend
Shinjiro had many bad habits. It wasn't just the smoking, or the suppressants,
no. It was the way he found himself getting hard every time he was around Ken,
the way he got hard every time the boy so much as smiled at him or brushed up
against him. In no time at all, the boy had become the very subject of all of
his sexual fantasies, leaving him desperately jacking off in his room every
night, into his fist or his pillows, groaning Ken's name with a quiet hiss. The
boy was perfect in every way- long, slender legs always on display, and short
shorts that made it seem like he was just begging to be violated, to be bent
over and molested. His pink lips and soft skin, childish and tiny, perfect and
unmarred, a body yet unruined by the hardships of life, of puberty. It's what
Shinjiro can't see that really gets him, though. He imagines a tiny cock to go
with it all, imagines tiny, perky nipples and a flat chest, finds himself
getting hard more and more to the idea of Ken with a tiny erection riding him,
bouncing up and down in his lap with feminine mewls and moans of delight all
the while.
The fantasies build and grow unbearable over the course of the month, until
Shinjiro finds himself growing more and more depraved, growing bolder as he
sneaks into Ken's bedroom one night, taking in the boy's sleeping form, nearly
angelic when bathed in the moonlight. However, Shinjiro soon finds himself,
like an animal possessed, jacking off furiously over a sleeping Ken nearly
every night that follows, entering the boy's conveniently unlocked room to dump
cum on everywhere he can reach. He cums on his face, on his hands, on his legs,
and even dares to lift up his shirt and cum on his stomach one night. Shinjiro
hates himself for it, for the addictive adrenaline rush he gets every time he
risks it all just to get his rocks off, leaving Ken dirty and no doubt
suspicious come the morning as to why he was always covered in a sticky white
substance.
Tonight is no different than the past week, and Shinjiro slips into Ken's room
mere minutes before the dark hour, already hard. He finds himself moving like a
man possessed as he approaches the boy's bed and leans down to sniff away at
his soft strands hair, gently carressing it between his fingers. He hates
himself, really, for being so creepy, but he can't help it, he tells himself as
he stands back up and takes his cock out of his pants, fisting himself firmly,
but slowly as he stares intently down at Ken, fast asleep and looking far too
innocent for his own good.
For Ken, it's always weird around Shinjiro, but Ken can't pinpoint exactly why.
A guy like Shinjiro couldn't relate to a somebody as weak as him, so he tries
not to feel insulted when his senpai avoids him in battles, and then refuses to
speak to him after. In fact, he seems to make it a point to avoid Ken as much
as he physically can, which makes him feel even worse about the strange air
between them. Ken can't understand, but wants to, although asking Akihiko and
the others is only ever met with dismissive answers. No one ever took him
seriously, which is why he keeps the mornings when he wakes up with white,
sticky stuff on him to himself. And why he doesn't say anything about the
strange dreams that he has about someone coming into his room, breathing fast
and watching him. They were almost like nightmares, but they felt real too.
However, Ken dismisses them for the most part, thinking himself overreacting,
just like the others would say. Stress made him have more vivid dreams is all,
and anything is better than the nightmares of losing mom he'd been plagued with
before. So at night, like usual, he goes to sleep in his thin night shirt and
short shorts, awaiting those strange dreams that made him feel funny between
his legs, sometimes. He holds his pillow tight, lulling between sleep and awake
until the dark hour finally approaches, a time he doesn't dare wake up for.
Asleep, he keeps his eyes shut tight, mumbling to himself in his rest.
Shinjiro has been growing more and more adventurous lately, as well, a thought
he ponders with only the slightest feeling of guilt as he moves in closer and
closer still, until he's stroking his cock off just inches away from Ken's
lips, shuddering every time the boy exhales onto his length, still fast asleep
and so blissfully unaware. His eyes scan Ken's body, up and down, to the pillow
the boy clutches tightly as if it were a stuffed animal and then back up. It
feels so good, so sexually freeing to do things like this, even with how
morally, and fundamentally wrong it is. He doesn't dare dwindle on such
thoughts longer than necessary, however, as he gently taps the head of his cock
against Ken's lips, soft and plump and far too pliant in the boy's fast asleep
state. Shinjiro has to resist the urge to shove his cock in, settling for
instead smearing precum all along the boy's pink lips, patiently and gently
fucking them, moving to slowly slip the head shallowly in and out of the boy's
tiny mouth, groaning softly all the while. He wonders what it would be like to
have Ken suck him off as he goes to instead rub his entire length along the
side of Ken's face, over his cheeks, his heavy sack slapping against the boy's
chin as he does so.
The dream starts, or it feels like it does anyway, because suddenly he can feel
something warm and wet all over his face and lips and cheeks. It's strange, but
not unpleasant, and he has to resist the urge to lick his lips. He doesn't open
his eyes for fear of seeing the dark figure watching him, and he's curious
another what it's doing. He almost yelps at the hard thing he feels going into
his mouth and he feels the instinct to suck on it, or force it out. And there
comes that tingly feelings between his legs; one that has him shifting onto his
backs and spreading his legs just to relieve himself of the weird burning and
pressure between his legs. But it doesn't help, not one bit, especially with
his legs parted and that quick breathing starting up again just as Ken grows
accustomed to whatever is bumping up against his mouth. It feels *good*, he
thinks, but just as soon as he thinks that, it stops. Now there's a soft, wiry
weight on his chin, that's strangely warm. The rubbing is back, and out of
curiosity, Ken opens his bleary eyes and takes a peek at the shadowy figure
rubbing all over him. He's too confused to process what is being rubbed against
him, but he recognizes Shinjiro's face even in the dark. Was he dreaming of
him, even now? "Senpai?" he questions in a small voice, blinking rapidly
together his bearings as his cheek is smeared with stickiness.
When Ken suddenly *speaks*, Shinjiro immediately flinches and retreats, pulling
his cock away and taking a step back, staring down at the boy in shock. "K-
Ken?" he rasps, voice low and gravelly as he speaks, clearly caught off guard
and ashamed, both. It's a nightmare come true as he bends down, suddenly
covering Ken's mouth to keep the boy quiet, realising all at once what a
pervert he probably seemed like, coming into a ten year old kid's room in the
middle of the night and covering his mouth the moment he woke up and threatened
his existence. "Ken- Don't yell, okay? I can explain." he stutters, trying to
defend himself as best he can even as he comes to grasps with what a creep he
really is.
The immediate panic in the normally stoic Shinjiro's voice feels all too real
to Ken, and it makes him realize right away that this isn't a dream, or even a
nightmare- this was real, and happening. It was Shinjiro all those times,
hunched over his body, panting like a dog as he touched him with that big thing
between his legs. Ken feels his face grow hot with shame, and angry tears prick
at his eyes at this entire ordeal. He inhales sharply, intended to yell, but
Shinjiro beats him to punch, covering his mouth and telling him not to yell.
It's scary, seeing his senpai like this, and he can't help but not believe a
word the older boy says. His heart aches with betrayal, and he feels
defenseless with a large hand curled around the lower half of his face,
essentially pinning him to the bed with his legs parted still, shamefully
burning down *there*. He feels nearly paralyzed with fear but doesn't dare
yell, even though his trust in Shinjiro has been entirely thrown out the
window.
Shinjiro finds himself relieved when Ken obeys and doesn't yell or even
struggle even if he still feels his blood running hot and sweat beading as it
drips down his forehead, perfectly aware of just how *screwed* he was, of how
much he had escalated this without even planning to. "Listen, Ken, I-I'm
not..." he stutters in a weak attempt to excuse himself, uselessly trying to
explain that he *wasn't* a pedophile to the very boy he was in the middle of
defiling and lusting over routinely. "I can explain." he tells Ken, as he goes
to slowly remove his hand from the child's mouth just to see if he would try
and scream, still in full panic mode. "I've been doing this only to feel good.
It makes you feel good too, right?" he asks, pointing out Ken's clearly spread
legs, regardless of the lack of a boner or not.
Ken tries to nod beneath the strong hand covering his face, but all that ends
up happening is a stream of tears spilling down his face even as he tries to
blink them back. He can hardly breathe, he wants to scream, but Shinjiro is
still in a full-blown panic, trying to hurriedly explain why he was doing this.
But the words don't process in Ken's head, nothing does as he goes nearly blue
in the face underneath Shinjiro's hand. Moments later, his senpai allows him
the chance to finally breathe, only it comes out as choked, tearful gasps. He
feels humiliated thinking how his senpai realizes how good it feels, and he
wants this to stop just as he wants more. Not even of Shinjiro, but anything to
ease the tension down below. He doesn't want to admit that it feels good, and
only ends up sniffling, squeaking out a reply that is incomprehensible at
first, muffled by his tears. "But you," he squeaks, "why are you doing this to
*me*?" He's afraid of any answer he might get, but he asks anyway, knowing full
well that struggling or screaming would earn him the ire of a man he *thought*
was gentle and kind. And who would believe him when he was slandering the name
of one of their senior members, calling him a criminal. It brings Ken nearly to
his own state of terrifying panic, and he simply heaves shaky exhales, trying
to calm down under such scrutiny, even as his eyes plead for his senpai to
stop.
As Ken quickly grows more and more distressed, Shinjiro finally realises the
gravity of what he's started- he knows that now is perhaps his only chance to
do this, to achieve the things he'd only fantasized about, no matter how
undoubtedly fucked up wanting to do them made him. He hated how Ken crying made
him simultaneously harder and guiltier all at once, unable to deny the fact
that he most likely only had one opportunity to make his fantasies come true,
no matter how immoral and damaging they'd undoubtedly be on the already
extremely scarred young boy. Shinjiro finds himself pouncing with this in mind,
as much as he knows how wrong this is and how fucked up this makes him. He
easily straddles Ken's opened legs, effortlessly laying his huge erection over
Ken's exposed crotch, groaning softly as its heat, searingly hot even through
the fabric of his pajama shorts, makes his cock leak even more pre, making him
that much harder. "This is what people who love each other do," he whispers
softly, as he gropes blindly around only to find that Ken is missing a tiny
cock- and instead has a tiny pussy. "Ah," he sighs softly, giving an aimless
rut up against it, squeezing his folds gently through the fabric of his pants
all the while. "It's because I love you that I'm doing this, Ken." The words
burn his lips to speak, the sheer lies of them making him all too lucid, all
too aware of the boy he was corrupting, scarring further for life. Just like
he'd killed his mother, he was only further ruining this child by his own two
hands.
Shinjiro is so *big*, all over- his hands, his legs, his penis- everything. It
makes Ken feel incredibly small and pitiful as he snivels underneath Shinjiro
and lets himself be touched, confused and scared and alone in his suffering.
His penis feels heavy and wet against his pussy, as if he weren't wearing
pajamas at all. It makes him feel that tension in his lower body again to be
straddled like this, positioned in a way that exposes him. But Shinjiro doesn't
exactly
comment on his lack of a penis, and instead seems to enjoy it. After hating his
body since he was a young boy, Ken can hardly swallow down the rush of joy that
gives him, but it comes toe to toe with the fear he feels at being abused by
his senpai. He thinks of what mom would thinking, seeing Ken like
this, not being strong at all. Tears brim again, leaking all the way down to
his lips, and the words of love Shinjiro gives him don't make him feel much
better. But the penis rubbing hard up against his folds that wet even the
fabric between them is a distraction at least, wholly new to Ken. Never touched
before, not even on his own, he finds himself crying out softly and bucking his
hips up just slightly without realizing, whimpering in shame as he realizes
what he'd done. It felt good, he couldn't deny that, but he has the slightest
amount of fight in him that doesn't want to give Shinjiro the satisfaction of
thinking this is okay. He holds an arm over his eyes and closes his eyes,
imagines if it were true that Shinjiro loved him and wanted him to feel good.
It didn't make it better, but it made the discomfort between his legs bearable,
especially with Shinjiro working at him.
Ken's reaction most certainly does not go unnoticed by Shinjiro in any way, and
he's left panting heavily like an animal as he fucks himself up against Ken,
rutting on him and spilling pre all over the boy's front with each movement,
beyond desperate and beyond aroused. It simply was intoxicating how *depraved*
this was, how completely and utterly wrong it was, Shinjiro contemplates as he
stares down at Ken, his face twisted in some kind of combination of pain and
arousal, tears dripping messily down his cheeks as he sniffles pathetically,
seemingly all too aware of what Shinjiro was doing to him. "It's okay." For
such a small kid, he knew more than he let on. Guilt swarms Shinjiro like a
dark cloud, but he can't bring himself to stop even now, not when Ken is making
noises like *that*. "It's okay, you can be as loud as you want." he comforts
the sniffling boy, reaching down to wipe the tears off of his cheeks with a
kind smile, deceiving of his true nature. "Don't cry. I've got you, Ken."
Somehow, Ken manages to not flinch away from the hands that wipes tears from
his reddened cheeks, even though nearly every inch of his body inwardly recoils
from Shinjiro. His lower body doesn't, humiliating him further, as he feels
himself nearly frozen stiff with pleasure when a particular spot is rubbed.
It's like an itch being scratched somehow, and he only manages to stifle a moan
behind his forearm, throat muscles tightening just to hide it. But it's too
late, and he can't help the powerful urge he feels to feel that intense surge
of warmth again. He lets his small hands trail to rest atop Shinjiro's thighs,
bracing himself against the foreign touch that drives him crazy. He can't yet
vocalize how good it feels, so quiet, strained whimpers are all he can manage
as he spreads his legs impossibly wider, inviting the touch that leaves the
front of his pajamas stained to the point that it sticks to his slippery folds.
It quickly becomes clear Shinjiro isn't the only one getting off on this when
Ken covers his mouth to hide an embarrassing whimper of a moan before two tiny
hands come to rest on his thighs, as if encouraging him further. It's all
Shinjiro needs to continue, and he nearly loses his mind when Ken even goes so
far as to spread his legs wider, becoming a willing slut far too easily. "Does
that... feel good for you too, Ken?" he grunts out between thrusts, slowly
picking up the pace until he's fucking up against Ken's clothed folds that were
miraculously and rapidly becoming more and more wet as time went on. He finds
himself laughing softly at the sheer irony of it all, as he bends down and
takes to rutting himself between Ken's legs hard and fast, the bed creaking and
groaning with strain beneath them as he moves. "I-I bet it feels really good,
huh?"
Suddenly, it feels as though they're all alone in the bedroom, lost in the
mania of the dark hour and close, sinful proximity. Ken feels that same ball of
anxiety in the pit of his stomach, but with it is a pooling warmth that leaves
him wriggling to try and contain whatever feeling Shinjiro is making him have.
But he can't help himself as he's rubbed against hard and noisily, used by his
senpai as if he were a doll. He answers Shinjiro's question with a shaky nod as
he shuts his eyes tight and barely holds back little moans. It's as distressing
as it is exciting, and for now at least, all Ken wants is more of this frenzied
contact against his special spot. It feels hot suddenly, when Shinjiro starts
moving harder and faster against him, leaving Ken's hands to barely able to
brace against his thighs, digging his weak nails into the thick fabric of his
pants. "Senpai-," he starts, worrying about the way his belly is tightening and
his pussy feels as though it's on fire, straining to hold in something that
must be pee. "It's- ah...!" he shrieks, as his entire pussy feels as though it
melts and his body goes stiff as a corpse, suddenly sensitive, like a switch
went off. He breathes quickly and labored, legs tensing in the air as he's
shocked into a stupor by his very first orgasm at the hands of his debauched
senpai.
When Ken suddenly shrieks and goes completely stiff, Shinjiro has half a mind
to worry. However, as more wetness, more than just the wetness of arousal,
slowly begins to seep through Ken's shorts, it finally occurs to Shinjiro what
has just happened- Ken has had his first orgasm. Delighted and aroused alike,
Shinjiro finds himself groaning as he fumbles to tug Ken's shorts down,
delighted to see that the boy hadn't even been wearing underwear. With a groan,
he takes in the sight of a soaking wet, immature pussy, wasting no time in
sliding his cock between its folds, finally properly rutting up against him,
skin to skin at last. As he continues to fuck Ken's soaking wet folds, he
slides his hands up Ken's shirt, exposing a tiny pair of tits that he blindly
finds himself groping at in his intense arousal, already far too close to his
edge.
Ken's entire body is limp as he comes down from his orgasm, shuddering with
every residual wave of pleasure that rocks his body. He allows Shinjiro to
hurriedly rid him of his shorts, exposing his glistening, pink pussy to the air
and for his senpai to take. "H-hey," Ken pants with a slight squeak as he feels
Shinjjro's heavy penis rubs directly against his over sensitive clit- his clit
that continues to throb, almost painfully so. Ken's body arches into the touch
that nearly scalds him with pleasure, massive hands coming to grab at his non
existent tits shamelessly, almost too hard. "Mm..!" Ken mewls, never having
been felt up so roughly before. Shinjiro has become like an animal, and even
post orgasm Ken finds it hard to pry himself away from this flurry of skin and
fluids and a heat that he's never known. It must be the dark hour, he thinks to
himself, that's the only way he can explain his senpai violating him, and why
he's come to like it.
Ken's noises and reactions make it all the better as Shinjiro grinds his cock
indiscriminately up against Ken's glistening, pink pussy and clit, admiring how
much Ken seems to be into this where he had been at first so resistant. "I'm
gonna make a mess all over you, Ken," he pants, far too close just from humping
Ken's pussy directly, as much as he wishes he could fuck him truly and
properly. But no, that would perhaps be too cruel, too much, so Shinjiro
satisfies himself by taking what he realistically can, teasing Ken's holes with
the head of his cock nonetheless. "That sticky stuff you wake up with all over
you? It's proof of me feeling good." he laughs softly, admiring the flushed
look on Ken's face, clearly embarrassed from such a confession.
Shinjiro's voice is low and husky, in a tone he's sure none of his senpai have
heard him speak in. It affects Ken in a way he cants understand, making him
almost *ache* as his holes are teased, taking in every word and promise
Shinjiro makes. Along with his hoarse, lewd words is the noise of their
movements- sloppy at wet to overpower even the sound of the bed straining
beneath them. It's awful, but Ken forgets why he cried, because maybe this
really was just a vivid nightmare. With that line of thinking, he doesn't stop
himself from trying to catch Shinjiro's penis against his hole, enjoying the
way the hard, wet flesh pokes at him. It's odd, and it's only happens for
seconds at a time, enough for him to be left wanting, only for his clit to be
rubbed up against moments later. Even in his over sensitive state he feels not
yet satisfied, and looks up at Shinjiro through hooded eyes, lips parted to let
tiny mewls escape. And even when Shinjiro confesses to being the one to have
left the sticky, white stuff all over him, confirming that this is in fact
real, Ken can't even be upset- not when they're this far gone. "Show me..." Ken
rasps, voice pitchy with every erratic jerk against his pussy. He digs his
heels into the mattress and allows Shinjiro to use him freely, even clumsily
bucking up against his senpai's
formidable penis, as if it were his lifeline. Tits exposed, genitals
stimulated, Ken feels completely defiled, and even slightly
pleased with it if he can let go of the betrayal in his heart. Tears still
fall, from both sadness and pleasure, but having gone this far, pleasure
overrides all rational thought.
Shinjiro can't hold back any longer when Ken says such a thing, begging to be
*shown*. Shinjiro is left rutting against the boy like an animal, hissing and
grunting in pleasure as his balls slap noisily against Ken's ass while he
shamelessly ruts his cock against the boy's folds again and again. He goes
still suddenly, then, as he begins to cum, spilling his seed all over Ken's
abdomen and pussy, covering him with a huge load of cum, this time in his most
intimate places. Worn out and spent, Shinjiro reaches down to aimlessly slap
his cock against Ken's pussy, smearing his semen even further into it. "There
you go," he declares with a grunt as he gives a few more humps, rubbing
purposefully against Ken's clit again.
Ken finds himself shivering as Shinjiro works at him, faster and rougher than
before now that he seems to be almost like a man possessed. Ken wonders what he
did to make his senpai change so suddenly, so different from the quiet, gentle
giant he seemed to be. This was man different; all flesh and sweat and low
growls and a intimidating almost, but Ken can't bring himself to cry anymore.
He simply ruts against the penis rubbing at him, and watching as he spurts
sticky fluids all over him. The sight of it combined with the sounds Shinjiro
makes fdrive him crazy, and instantly, he wants to hear it again. But Shinjiro
goes still then, calmer slightly, but still lewd. Ken's face is red and
flustered, and he gives tiny mewls of pleasure as the sticky stuff is rubbed
against his wet pussy, his swollen clit.
"Does that feel good?" Shinjiro asks, admiring the sight of a clearly flustered
and blushing Ken writhing beneath him, ruined and utterly debauched. However,
with his cock rapidly returning to its flaccid state, the gravity of his
actions seems to rush to the forefront of Shinjiro's mind, leaving him quickly
retreating in shame, clearly ashamed of what he had done. "Ken... I'm sorry."
he knows words won't help now, that words won't help cure the no doubt huge
emotional blow he had dealt to Ken, all because he couldn't control his cock.
He slips off of Ken's bed with a downtreaden expression on his face, tucking
himself back into his pants with a shameful look. "I'm so goddamn sorry."
Ken's breathing is shallow and uneven despite the fact that they've both long
since finished. He still has that uncomfortable ache in his pussy, but his
heart wretches with uneasiness as it sets in what's been done, and the
realization of who did it. Shinjiro-senpai, gentle if a little rough around the
edges- the same man who rutted up against him down there, touched him in a way
Ken couldn't understand but *knows* is wrong. This same man hangs his head and
apologizes, looking like an entirely different person. In fact, Ken feels sorry
for him, somehow, and he grapples with a confusing anger he feels, the sense of
violation, and an acute desire for *more*. All this, when he was simply trying
to sleep, knowing nothing better than nightmares of his mom and the mission he
was on to avenge her. And here, Shinjiro had to ruin that too, making him
confused and scared and in *pain* with how much he needed more. But he doesn't
dare admit that, not even to himself, so he swallows his pain and sits up,
closing his legs and hating the slimy, wam feeling between then. He glares at
Shinjiro, pitifully, tears stinging in his eyes as he processes what to say,
but also the futility of it. If he was sorry, then what more there to say? Was
it worth earning the wrath of the people who house and feed him? Maybe it would
never happen again, and if it did, maybe it would be better, somehow- maybe it
wouldn't give him that sick feeling of violation he can't shake. He silently
cries, rubbing tears away that just keep coming, to the point that his eyes
feel bruised and aches. All of this while avoiding Shinjiro's gaze, because
every time he looks at his guilty face he doubts himself. "Are you... staying?"
He blinks back tears, regrets asking the question when all he wants is space
*away* from Shinjjro. He busies himself by blindly groping for his wet shorts
to at least have that as a defense, even though Shinjiro seemed clearly done.
But after tonight, he obviously doesn't know him at all.
Ken's question nearly surprises Shinjiro as much as the boy's overall reaction
to being fucked had, leaving his head spinning as he stands, almost looming
over the boy in a way that he hadn't intended to be quite as intimidating as it
is. "No, I..." he goes to decline at first, before he thinks better of it. What
if the kid just wanted comfort? He was only ten, after all, and he'd just been
raped. It only made sense that he wanted some semblance of love after such a
traumatic, *selfish* experience. "If you want me to stay, I will. Do you?" he
asks, softly, politely, trying his best to make his body language less
threatening as he speaks, slumping so he doesn't tower over Ken's bed quite as
much.
For some reason, being asked in such a gentle voice- such a contrast from the
lewd growl from earlier, makes Ken want Shinjiro to stay anyway, despite the
lingering fear. The dark hour must have possessed him somehow, because the
difference in demeanor is like night and day. Wary still, Ken gives a shaky
nod, relieved to at least have someone to comfort him- even if it was the very
same person who violated him. He crawls over the edge of the bed where Shinjiro
stand in front of, and wraps his short arms around a broad waist, muffling
cries into the fabric of his coat. It feels like forever that Ken holds onto
him, and only after a long while does he look up with bleary eyes, pleading,
remembering everything Shinjiro had said earlier, wondering if it was true.
"You... you said you love me..." Ken mumbles, embarrassed to cling onto that,
trying to find a reason for what happened. "D-did you really mean it?"
"I... I did." Shinjiro hesitates to respond, pressing a kiss to Ken's forehead
as he speaks, overcome with guilt. "I meant it." He does, he loves Ken, but he
knows the gravity of what he's done and how saying this, that rape equates to
love is dangerous. However, he can't fathom telling Ken any otherwise, to break
the boy's heart after such a traumatic experience. He wraps his arms around Ken
as he's clung onto, holding the boy closer as he cries into his coat, crying
softly.
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