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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Adachi_Tohru/Seta_Souji, Adachi_Tohru/Narukami_Yu, Magatsu_Izanagi/Seta
      Souji, Magatsu_Izanagi/Narukami_Yu
  Additional Tags:
      Monsters, Rough_Sex, Humiliation, Dirty_Talk, Size_Kink
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      Published: 2015-08-13 Words: 5967
****** Belling the Cat ******
by pennysparkle
Summary
     "Hey, what do you think it'd take to set me right?" Adachi asks,
     finger brushing the trigger of his gun. He's grinning at Souji,
     twisted and too-wide, eyes not squinted shut slightly with some
     manner of genuineness like Souji's used to seeing on him. Instead his
     gaze is sharp and intent, threatening, deadly. "What would you be
     willing to do?"
Notes
     for milesupshur
See the end of the work for more notes
"Hey, what do you think it'd take to set me right?" Adachi asks, finger
brushing the trigger of his gun. He's grinning at Souji, twisted and too-wide,
eyes not squinted shut slightly with some manner of genuineness like Souji's
used to seeing on him. Instead his gaze is sharp and intent, threatening,
deadly. "What would you be willing to do?"
The question catches Souji off guard when he's expecting nothing but violence;
he stares at Adachi with a blank look, waiting for him to clarify further—is it
a challenge, or genuine curiosity? Surely he'll know soon enough, except that
Adachi just keeps looking back at him, waiting for an answer.
There's something riding on this. He can tell.
"What do you think it would take?" he asks neutrally.
"Don't cop out, Souji-kun. I'm telling you to give me suggestions; I'll let you
know when you've made one I like."
Souji swallows hard. So this is how he wants to play it. He knows Souji hates
the idea of turning him in, and now he wants to take advantage of it, because
that's what he's been doing this whole time, and he knows he can get away with
it.
And the worst part is that Souji is going to let him again. "I'll cook for you,
and clean. I can give you money."
"Boring. Not good enough," Adachi says with a smirk. "C'mon, give me something
interesting."
A nervous breath shudders out of Souji, and he hesitates before speaking. "I...
I don't have to tell them. I could keep your secret."
"Such predictable answers... You really don't have anything better to offer?"
He twirls his gun around his fingertip stiffly, like he's tried to practice it
but can't quite get the hang of it, then points it at Souji once more.
"People's lives are on the line here, you know, Souji-kun!"
Souji hates these guessing games. It's clear Adachi wants a certain kind of
answer, but he doesn't know what it is. Neither does he want to waste time
finding out.
"Anything, then. I'll do anything," he says, hoping the sincerity shows on his
usually-blank features. He's surprised his face doesn't feel sore from all the
shock and pain that's shown on it lately, and it's all Adachi's fault, isn't
it?
"Anything, huh? What a generic response! Do you mean it though? You'll do
anything so that I'll straighten up?"
The smile on Adachi's face is starting to get more unsettling, if that's
possible—frenzied and cruelly amused—but Souji nods nonetheless.
Adachi laughs. "What if I asked you to kill for me? You'd be screwed then,
wouldn't you?"
Like Namatame, but even easier, because Souji is attached. Because he'd made
the mistake of getting too close, pushing past barriers until Adachi lay as
close to the quietest parts of him as Souji thought he'd managed with Adachi.
But it's all been a lie, in the end, and now he's getting punished for being
this naive.
"Are you going to ask me to kill for you?" he asks, the firmness of his voice
wavering. Would he be strong enough to do that? Is he that committed to
believing there's good in everyone?
"Nah... been there, done that. Hey, tell me, Souji-kun. Are you a virgin?"
Souji's eyebrows rise up high underneath his bangs, and his hands clench at his
sides. The fact that Adachi is playing, as if this is some kind of game, like
people haven't died—but then he wouldn't care so much about that, would he?
Because it is a kind of game to him, where everything is fine so long as it
isn't boring, and right now he's looking for Souji to not be boring, and he has
to make that happen.
"No."
"Eh? No? I guess that's not a surprise... you've always got those girls
following you around. Even the guys kind of do that, too. So which one of them
was it?" Adachi asks, leaning in excitedly, like this is some kind of
playground secret.
Souji says nothing. It's nerves, but his blank face must make it seem like
obstinance, because Adachi just raises an eyebrow at him and frowns.
"You're not going to tell me, Souji-kun? Is it embarrassing... or were
you lying?"
"I wasn't lying. I've done it."
"Well, if you say so! Have you ever been fucked before, though?"
He has. A few times, even, but admitting that to Adachi would surely just lead
to more humiliation, so he avoids answering that question specifically. "You
want to fuck me. Is that it?" He steps forward, prepared to drop to his knees.
A secret part of him knows it wouldn't be such a hardship. He's noticed Adachi,
after all, in less than innocent ways.
"Hey, no way!" Adachi says, that familiar expression of nervousness on his
face, though there's a sneering mockery to it, too. "Don't jump to conclusions
like that... I think I've learned my lesson about going for high school girls."
"So why do you want to know?" Souji asks cautiously. There's a lot of ways this
could go, really, but he can't think of one that makes any rational sense aside
from that one.
"I'm just curious! It's hard to imagine that somebody hasn't wanted to fuck
your cute ass."
He says it like it's a joke, like it's supposed to humiliate Souji... and truth
be told, it sort of does.
But he clears his throat and averts his eyes from Adachi. "... It seems like
the thought's crossed your mind, at least. Shouldn't that be enough?"
"Hm... Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of you letting
me watch you get fucked."
That makes him stop—causes some kind of aural double take, because why would
Adachi want to watch, instead of actually doing it himself? Unless he thinks
he's above that. Still, the idea of it sets Souji on edge, which must be the
desired effect, because Adachi's smile hitches up a little more.
"I'm not going to make an innocent person get in on this. I was the one who
made the promise, no one else," Souji says firmly.
"Hey, who said you had to provide them? I've already got someone in mind.
Should I get them?"
Souji becomes even more wary at that, glancing around nervously for someone to
step out of the shadows, but there's no one. And when he looks back at Adachi
in askance, he isn't paying attention to Souji any longer. In fact, he seems
like he's in pain, clutching his head and making a low, strained noise, and
there's something glowing sickly yellow around him.
What materializes between them is almost as disturbing as it is fascinating—a
persona, and it looks almost exactly like Izanagi aside from the searing red
tint and the creeping lightning-like veins. There's something rougher about
this one, animalistic, untamed—frightening.
By the time Souji looks at Adachi again, lips parted in shock, he no longer
seems pained; instead, he's grinning, like there's something at all amusing
here.
"So? What do you think?" he asks.
"... About what?"
"About my pick! Geez, I really hope you're as experienced as you say you are...
seems like it's gonna be a pretty rough fit otherwise," Adachi says
conversationally. "Y'know, this thing always seems so out of control—I really
wonder if getting to fuck you will calm it down a little."
"W-what?" Of all the things, Souji wouldn't have thought Adachi had summoned a
persona for the purposes of having sex with him, and seeing it standing in
front of them, looking blank and expressionless, makes him question whether or
not that's even possible. That's all kinds of wrong, something that never would
have crossed his mind on its own—
Adachi laughs. "It'll be fun!"
The thing is that Souji isn't sure whether or not personas are capable of that
kind of thing, and furthermore, he's not sure how Adachi knows. It's a question
that's right on his lips as Adachi leans forward and grins at him.
"Hey, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. But geez, you were pretty
desperate to get started on my dick just now, weren't you? How much do you like
taking cock that all you needed was the idea of sex to get down on your knees
and nearly start begging for it?"
That's not anywhere close to what had been happening, he almost wants to say;
still, his mouth stays shut as his eyes keep drifting from Adachi over to the
persona, flicking down occasionally to examine the place where its crotch is.
No doubt it'd be big, enough to stretch him further than would be comfortable.
The fact that he's even thinking about it is embarrassing, and when he glances
at Adachi again, he probably looks kind of guilty.
"I'll do it," he says, unable to keep a hint of nervousness out of his voice.
"But you have to promise."
"Promise what?"
"You can't keep letting this kind of thing happen," says Souji. "The murders...
you have to stop this, whatever the cost."
"Eh? You're such a goody two-shoes, Souji-kun. No fun at all... Well, whatever.
Just get on with it."
Souji's not even really sure where to start. He has to steel himself as he
steps forward, trembling hands reaching out to touch the persona's crotch, and
there's definitely something underneath. But more than that, he notices an
unnatural heat radiating off its body, making him shiver at the contrast of
that and the cold, almost clammy air of the room.
"C'mon, get to it already," Adachi demands from behind him.
Souji takes a deep breath as he unzips the piece covering its crotch, revealing
something shaped like a cock but rather different—thick and lined with ridges,
and he can already imagine how difficult that's going to be, as if it's not bad
enough that the thing is huge.
"What do you think? Maybe you should suck it some," Adachi says. He's retreated
a little now, leaning against the far wall as he watches them. It's clear that
he's enjoying this way too much, probably getting off on the bewildered look
covering Souji's face.
But he's made up his mind now, and he follows through, dropping down to his
knees only to find that the persona is too tall for him to reach its crotch
like this. He's not sure how to signal to it to sit, and talking to it seems
kind of odd; still, he supposes there's no other way.
"Could you... sit down, please?" he asks, the politeness sounding awkward to
his own ears.
For a moment, it seems like the thing doesn't comprehend. Then it takes a seat
on the bed, looking absurdly large on top of it, and Souji spares only a
moment's thought to the ridiculousness of this before he leans forward to press
his tongue against the head of its cock. There's no real taste to it, though
it's unnaturally hot like the rest of its body, and as Souji starts licking, a
similar stiffness and texture to any other he's ever touched.
He pushes his mouth down slowly, but it's not very easy to get it inside; too
thick, stretching his lips and keeping him from being able to breathe normally,
making his throat feel choked already. With each suck, more saliva drips out of
his mouth, sliding down the length of its dick to the base that his hand soon
wraps around. There's more than enough room to jerk it off, and he does,
working his saliva along the hot flesh as he rubs his tongue over the thick
head.
"Man, I can't believe you're really doing this!" Adachi delightedly interrupts
from behind them.
Souji doesn't turn his head to look. He's concentrating on getting the cock in
his mouth as wet as possible, and maybe he's lingering because he's a little
nervous about moving on. It's awfully big after all—far bigger than any human
could possess, and he's not entirely sure how it's going to fit inside of him.
It seems like Adachi's thinking of the same thing. "No way that's going to fit
in you at this rate. Maybe I should put my dick in you after all, haha..."
Again he doesn't respond. He's preoccupied, thoughts racing, because fingers
aren't exactly going to do much in opening him up for this, and he's not sure
what there is around here that would work. Maybe the persona's fingers—but
those are clawed and terrifying, so not exactly his number one choice.
He has to do something, though, so he takes his hand away from its cock,
reaches back, and pushes a couple saliva-drenched fingers into himself with
fair ease. At least this is a start, and as he thrusts them inside of himself,
he keeps sucking—minutes passing as he works another finger in, and then
another, until he has four of them opening himself up and he's panting around
the dick in his mouth. It's still a stretch, making his jaw and tongue ache,
but he's feeling pretty confident about having even managed that much.
And then there's another finger pushing inside of him, making him jump. Adachi
laughs, way closer to him than he'd been before, his chin resting against
Souji's shoulder.
"I'll help you out, okay?"
Souji shudders as a second finger is added, and then they start thrusting into
him, forcing his own fingers to shift inside. Six fingers—this is way more than
he's ever taken; even on nights where he'd excitedly experimented with himself
alone in his room, he'd never been so daring to go above three. This seems like
too much, and he knows that there's still something bigger in store for him.
By the time a seventh is added, he's gasping audibly around the persona's cock,
moaning while his lids droop and saliva drips freely from his tongue onto the
heated length. It's not like he's surprised by the enjoyment he takes in
fingers stretching him open, nudging against that spot inside of his body, but
it's still embarrassing for Adachi to see how much, and his cock is straining
between his legs, precome dripping down it. Yet he's too anticipatory to do
anything about that, almost totally focused on when the last finger will be
pushed into him.
And when it is, he jerks forward once against the persona's leg, then comes,
his whole body tightening up, toes curling and mouth hanging open on a ragged
moan.
"Woah—you really came just from that?" Adachi murmurs in Souji's ear. His
fingers press in harder, rubbing against parts sensitive enough to make Souji
shudder and whine from overstimulation, until he's on the verge of tears and
his cock is finished its twitching, come splattered on the floor between his
thighs.
"I guess you must be ready, then... C'mon, get up." He tugs at Souji, whose
legs are a little bit shaky, but at least he's soon deposited on his knees
above the persona's cock, hands going to rest on its shoulders.
That feeling of nervousness is still lingering in the pit of his stomach. It's
not like this is any less intimidating now that his body has been stretched
open to be more easily accepting, because there's still no way it's going to
fit inside. He has to psych himself up, taking in several deep, steadying
breaths, but they do little to calm him; really, the more he thinks about this,
the less sure he is that he can even attempt it.
"We don't have all day, you know," Adachi says boredly. A glance over the
shoulder shows that he's stepped back to lean against the wall once more,
watching Souji with narrowed eyes. "Stop wimping out. Just go on and do it."
Souji's eyes flutter and he swallows, attempting to steady himself again as he
hesitantly reaches down and grasps the persona's cock. It's still slick with
his spit, and the thick head presses snugly against his hole as he moves his
hips back a little.
As he starts to push down, his heart is pounding in his chest, and he's
wondering how badly this is going to hurt. And it's honestly surprising that it
begins to slip into him with a little pressure—even more so that his efforts
are relatively painless, or at least enough that he manages to slip down to the
first ridge of its cock without much ache.
"That's it," Adachi encourages. "You're a natural, Souji-kun!"
He's distracting Souji from this with his humiliating words, maybe testing him
to see if he'll stop after enough punishment, but Souji takes another deep
breath and drops down that next increment, shuddering at the way this one seems
harder to take. It feels like there's already so much inside him, and he knows
from the view he'd gotten before that there's much more to go—yet with
patience, he eventually manages to fit himself down on that second bump.
It's getting trickier by the time he reaches the third one. He can feel the
stretch of it getting more and more intense, and his breath is shortening—and
maybe most of his struggle comes with the assumption that he can't take it
rather than that he can't actually take it. He's shaking heavily, body
clutching hard around the thick intrusion as if he's loathe to move himself
either way, absolutely stuck.
There's a gesture somewhat like a pat on Souji's hip. He looks up, confused,
because he'd thought that the persona wouldn't react very much to this—that it
would be mostly stationary. But its hands are wrapping themselves around
Souji's hips, helping to ease him down through the trembling of his legs. And
though its face is rather expressionless, it doesn't seem particularly upset,
which is a relief; it could do terrible things to Souji, he's sure, and yet
it's almost gentle with him. Like it knows it could break him.
With such reassurance, he manages to get another several inches of its cock
inside himself throughout the next couple minutes, and he knows there can't be
much left. Already his eyes are practically rolling back in his head, body
shifting restlessly, toes curling, because in some strange way, it feels kind
of... good. The stretch is enough that he feels full, moreso than usual, and
maybe it had been uncomfortable at first, but as time goes on he's starting to
feel addicted to the feeling. And the texture of its cock is stimulating
against that spot inside himself, rubbing harshly against it and making him
moan with each tiny shift.
But he still doesn't think he can fit another inch inside of himself. It's
clear both he and the persona are straining with the effort of this, it holding
back and he doing his best to recognize what his body can and can't do. And
it's all for Adachi's amusement.
"Haha... do you think you can take it all? You have to take it all, or else we
don't have a deal." It's easy to hear the grin in Adachi's voice, and it
startles Souji, but he's more focused on the claws digging into the flesh of
his hips, drawing blood. Animalistic—that had been a good word for it.
At any rate, it's impossible to form a response, his mind completely blank as
he's forced open, stretched wide for the cock incessantly pushing into him.
Each inch makes him feel like his body is being put past its capacity, but
somehow it never comes to a point where he can't actually take anymore. He's
still shaking though, his whole body trembling at the effort of allowing it
inside even with how good it feels. There's no way he can possibly fit all of
that, no way—and Souji's sure Adachi is perfectly amused to watch him in
turmoil over this realization.
"Hey, what if you touch yourself? Make yourself come? Maybe that'll make it
easier to get it all inside," Adachi says. He must think he's being so helpful.
Nevertheless, even something as small as that seems impossible right now;
Souji's hands are clenched on the persona's shoulders and he doesn't think he
can move them, let alone use them to make himself come. But Adachi sounds
threateningly expectant, so he forces himself to reach down between his thighs
with one hand and touch his cock.
Having ignored it for the past several minutes, he's surprised to find that
it's hard, dripping precome from the slit, and he rubs his fingers through the
fluid before wrapping them around it. It does feel good, ramping up the numbing
intensity of what's inside him, and he spreads his thighs as he strokes
himself, feeling practically drunk on the combined feeling of being stretched
so wide and having his hand on his dick.
"See? That's muuuch better. C'mon, keep touching yourself—make yourself come on
its cock." Adachi talks like it's some kind of joke, and Souji's flushed from
more than just arousal as he keeps touching himself. As if he can't get enough
of it.
It's getting harder and harder to ignore the thickness of the cock inside of
him. He wants to fuck himself on it, wants to be opened up even more—he wants
this animalistic persona over him, rutting into him until he's breathless and
moaning loudly. Not that he wants Adachi to know that, and he keeps his moans
choked down as he touches himself, rubbing the tip every time his thumb reaches
it, and it's making it more difficult to force his panting down.
It's embarrassing how quickly he comes like that, his thighs trembling and his
toes curling until they ache, come dripping over his fingers and down onto the
persona's stomach. He falls forward a little, only to be steadied by the large
hand on his hip.
"How many times could you come like this?" Adachi goes so far as to clap his
hands in delight, and Souji refuses to look over at him. He's far detached from
whatever he's saying now, the remnants of orgasm making his body clench tightly
around a cock far too big for his body, and he moans weakly as more come
dribbles out of his dick, joining the mess on his belly.
"Keep going, okay? You're not satisfied yet, right?"
Souji shudders and shakes his head, pushing himself deeper until another thick
ridge slips into his body and makes him tremble, breathing picking up. Every
time he thinks it's too much, he opens up more, as if his body can't get enough
of it. And as long as it keeps feeling this good, the stretch of it driving him
out of his mind, he sees no reason to stop.
"Geez, you're such a slut... you really like this, don't you?" Adachi asks.
Souji nods again—his breathing is still coming too hard for words, and he
notices that he's slipped down another inch onto the cock stretching him open.
When his eyes glance downward, he can see the bulge it makes in his stomach
too, looking almost frighteningly large inside of him, and his movements
stutter. It feels unbelievable; the fact that he's doing this right now is
bizarre and unsettling to him, but then the persona nudges it hips up slightly
and he cries out, too oversensitive to take more. Traitorously, another string
of come drips out of his cock.
"A-are you happy?" he gasps. No doubt he's embarrassing himself, showing Adachi
this kind of thing. He'd better be pleased.
"Eh? Happy about what?"
"You'll stop now... won't you? Am I doing good enough?" Souji asks, voice
shaking noticeably. He's started moving his hips without even realizing it,
fucking himself on the persona's thick cock, can't help it. And it feels good,
makes his eyes roll back a little, but he can barely believe that this is
inside of him, that it does feel good.
"Hm... why don't you come for me one more time, just like that, and then I'll
decide."
Souji lets out a harsh breath, shuddering as he lifts himself up. It's scary
that he definitely could come another time like this, and that the idea of it
is pleasant to him. He likes the jittery feeling of excitement in his stomach
every time the persona's hips twitch up into him—likes it so much that he feels
euphoric, and he moans loudly when he drops back down.
Unbelievably, he's still hard, a little sensitive when he touches himself, but
he manages to come after a few passes of his hand that leave him crying out and
overstimulated, tensing up almost painfully so, body tight around the thick
ridges of the persona's cock.
For the span of a single minute, this feels perfect, when he's full and sated
and there's sweat on his forehead and chest, come slicking his stomach and
thighs—maybe a little bit sloppy and messed-up, roughed around, blood on his
hips from the persona's claws and bruises besides. And then he slumps, out of
breath and finding it hard to even hold himself up any longer. Finally, he's
allowed to fall forward against its chest with a pitiful whimper.
"Ooh, you really did it!" Adachi laughs. "That's amazing! Do it one more time."
"That's too much... I can't—" Souji gasps, clinging to the persona's shoulders.
One more would destroy him, and anyway he feels like he can barely lift himself
up anymore. But somehow he's still turned on—not hard, just aroused.
"C'mon, one more time! One more time and I'll forgive you for thinking you
could make me stop, Souji-kun!"
He's completely and totally out of it. The words sound far away, like they're
being heard distorted through a wall, but even if they were clear they probably
wouldn't make sense to his frazzled, tired mind.
"You can do it, right?" Adachi asks expectantly.
Souji tries to lift himself up. It doesn't really work all that well, his
trembling legs giving out and making him sit back down after a second, and he
gasps as its cock nudges deeper inside of him in return.
"I can't move," he says pitifully.
"What a shame... I guess I can't forgive you after all, then!" Adachi taunts
cruelly.
Souji clenches his eyes shut frustratedly, his head barely able to lift from
its resting against one broad shoulder, and that's when the hands on his hips
dig in a little deeper, easily lifting him up before forcing him back down. He
moans, voice so raw it sounds broken, and can only cling on harder as his body
is used.
This way it's easier, each ridge slipping into his stretched hole before he's
lifted up again with a gasp, the sensation of it making it hard to do much more
than cling on, eyes closed as drool drips out of his happily-smiling mouth.
It feels good enough that he manages to get his hips to work, stiltedly rocking
himself back for more and more. He doesn't bother trying to get himself hard
again though, because he really does doubt he'll be able to come anytime
soon—but he doesn't mind keeping this up for a while longer with the way his
body is tingling pleasantly and every muscle is pulled tight. In fact, it might
be nice to just get fucked for a little while with no real goal in sight. He
can still keep his promise to Adachi eventually.
"Who knew to look at you that you'd enjoy being stuffed full of cock this
much?" Adachi asks from behind him. There's something dark in his
voice—something that makes it sound like he's almost irritated that Souji likes
it.
"Nn... ah, it feels really good..."
"Yeah? Tell me just how much you like it. Tell me what a whore you are."
The words don't come easily, and not because he's embarrassed by them—he's way
past that at this point—but because it's hard to stop moaning for long enough
to speak. He does his best anyway. "I love being stretched open this much...
I've never been so full... It feels amazing!"
"Yeah? Have you thought about it, though?"
Souji bites his lip and nods, letting out a soft gasp as he's pulled deeper.
"Tell me what you thought about. Was it ever me? C'mon, give me an ego boost."
"I did... a couple times," Souji admits breathlessly. "You were cute... and
funny... you were nice to me...!"
"Haha! And that made you want to fuck me? Man, you're easier than I thought you
would be! Maybe I should have tried it before."
Souji squirms, distantly wishing that he would have. But that's really not what
matters right now, because he's being jerked down harder and faster, and his
breathing is coming too forcefully for him to speak.
The rush of come that fills him is sudden, enough to bulge his stomach even
further, and he gasps and claws against the persona's shoulders, tears stinging
at his eyes from the stretch—yet he surprises himself by managing to come one
more time just from that, his cock barely even hard, his body arching up
against the persona's solid form.
Adachi laughs giddily. "See? That was good! I think I'm satisfied now. Hurry up
and get off."
It's impossible. His limbs won't function, and the persona ends up having to
help him, lifting him off and settling him to the side. Souji flushes darkly as
thick come spills out of him, and he manages to turn onto his back on the bed,
eyes fluttering and muscles exhausted. There's some kind of euphoria associated
with it, enough to make him sigh with satisfaction despite his inability to
move.
"You look like you just had the fucking of your life," Adachi murmurs. He's
closer now, and after a moment, Souji can feel the silky fabric of his tie
brushing against the inside of his calves as he crouches down between them. A
hand strokes up his thigh, rubbing against the soft flesh there, and then he's
pushing Souji's legs apart, spreading him open again. Souji shudders at the
feeling of more come dripping out of his body.
"Geez... there's so much of it." Adachi is clearly wondrous, but there's no
doubt in Souji's mind that he's being made fun of in some manner. The hand on
his thigh tightens before it's released back to the bed, and Adachi stands up.
"Hey, watching you act so slutty really got me thinking."
It's probably not going to go a direction that's particularly flattering, but
Adachi will likely just get annoyed if Souji doesn't answer him. "... What?"
"If you're that willing to take care of a monster, you should be fine with me
too, right?"
"I offered that to you. You said you didn't want it," Souji mutters. He's too
tired now for anything else, thoroughly worn out and broken-in.
"Wellll... I changed my mind. C'mon, sit up."
He considers not doing it, but slowly, Souji forces himself to sit up. His body
is protesting, all the aches in it fighting to keep him down, but he gets
there. Adachi's hand is already at his button and zipper, pulling his pants
down and getting his cock out (hard, and Souji's not sure whether or not he's
surprised). He grins at Souji before wrapping a hand around his neck and
pulling him forward.
"Look. You got me hard, right? So you have to take care of it. Open up."
His lips part and he looks up at Adachi, waiting for him to push his cock
inside. And he does so suddenly, gripping Souji's hair and tugging him forward
so that far more than he can handle is pushed against his tongue and the back
of his throat. He chokes a bit in surprise, eyes already tearing up, and only
trying his best to lick at what's there by habit.
"Haha... are you crying because you like sucking my dick that much? Geeeez,
you're really something!"
He shoves deeper, but Souji is somewhat ready for it this time. That doesn't
stop saliva from dripping down his chin even as he sucks, his tongue working
along the underside while he looks up at the cruel smirk on Adachi's face. He's
definitely pleased by this—his fingers tightening in Souji's hair as he drags
him down more, and Souji's eyes flutter shut as he concentrates on not gagging.
Adachi just laughs, his hand harsh against the back of his head.
"Should've known you'd be such a whore... The way you always want everyone's
approval." His hips shove forward, and Souji chokes again, his throat
convulsing tightly around Adachi's cock. It makes him moan high above him, but
he's still laughing.
Unbelievably, Souji can feel a second wind gathering in himself at that cruel
laughter, and it urges him on to take Adachi's cock deeper of his own will. The
back of his throat is already raw from his urgency and from the persona before,
but he pushes past it, forcing himself to accept his dick. His tongue is sloppy
as he laps at it, hazy-headed and totally intent on getting Adachi to come in
his mouth.
"Man... you're so desperate for it. You want more, don't you?"
Souji nods, cutting his eyes pleadingly up to Adachi as he sucks. Adachi's
teeth are grit together, and he ceases with any attempt he'd previously made to
hold back, shoving forward and fucking Souji's mouth until it and his chin are
sloppy and he's so short of breath that he could pass out at any second. All he
can manage is to push his tongue against it and let Adachi use his throat until
he's satisfied.
And apparently it doesn't take very much of that for him to be happy; he pulls
out, breathing hard, and strokes himself until warm, sticky strands of come
coat Souji's face. There's a lot of it too, some on his cheeks and nose, across
his bangs and in his hair, dripping over his lips.
"There you go... happy now? Hurry up and thank me!"
Grimacing, Souji has to squint one eye shut to keep from letting come trickle
into it. After all this, Adachi is still making demands? And Souji hasn't even
gotten his answer yet.
"Thank you."
Adachi smirks. "Heh... you're welcome, brat."
It takes a couple more minutes for Souji to catch his breath fully, to come
down from the painful high of everything he's done, and he knows his voice is
wrecked when he speaks next. "Adachi-san... you're really going to stop now...
right?"
His demeanor ceases being pleasant instantly, eyes just as sharp and cruel as
they had been before. "Ahh? We'll see. I've got some more things I'd like to
try out before I make any final decisions..."
"But you said—"
"You're so naive, Souji-kun! You think I'm going to be satisfied with that
much?" Adachi scoffs, shaking his head.
Souji goes quiet for a second, not shocked, but a little bit betrayed. He's
feeling like this too much lately, and he'd worked so hard just to get Adachi
to speak to him in the first place. He keeps going to these lengths as if he
somehow expects to get the right outcome this time, just as naive as Adachi
says he is. But it's a part of him that won't change just yet.
He lifts his head, meeting Adachi's eyes with all the seriousness and
conviction he can manage. Lets out a deep breath, then speaks.
"I'll do it." Because if Adachi won't stop, then Souji can't either. No matter
how humiliating, he'd made a vow to himself, that he'd make this right, and
until Adachi's satisfied, Souji can't be either.
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