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works/13732347.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Persona_5_Protagonist/Sakamoto_Ryuji
  Character:
      Sakamoto_Ryuji, Kurusu_Akira
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Anal_Sex, Sex_Toys, Multiple_Orgasms,
      Dirty_Talk, Implications_of_Voyeurism, But_there's_not_any_real
      voyeurism, Overstimulation, Begging, Top_Akira, I_made_Akira_a_complete
      sadist_in_this_one_what_have_I_done, Light_Bondage, Creampie, Safewords
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-19 Words: 1569
****** I Only Lie When I Love You ******
by headofmarimo
Summary
     Akira tests Ryuji's limit.
     (In other words, pure, gratuitous smut that I wrote because I'm a
     gremlin who thrives on filth)
Notes
     (WARNING: This stuff is intense (or at the very least I believe it
     is). If you aren’t into bottom-of-the-trashcan filthy smut, now would
     probably be the best time to click away…
     But uhh, if you still wanna stick around, then I hope you enjoy
     reading!
     Also I'm too tired to properly beta-read this, so I apologize in
     advance for any mistakes!
     Oh and rest assured, this may occur in Ryuji's apartment but the boys
     chose a time when Mama Sakamoto's away at work ;) )
See the end of the work for more notes
Akira strolled languidly down the streets to Ryuji’s apartment, the grocery
bags he carried rustling against his side as compensation for the absence of
his usual school bag. Today he had managed to convince Morgana to stay at the
café, and the feline only happily obliged once the offer of eating sushi for
the next week instead of cat food had been put on the table; it was a small
price to pay to earn a little privacy.
Once he arrived at the door to Ryuji’s apartment, Akira pulled out the key his
boyfriend had given him and unlocked the door.
“I’m back,” announced Akira as he stepped inside; he slipped off his shoes and
set the grocery bags on the floor before making his way down the hallway until
he reached Ryuji’s room; the door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open all
the way before entering. “Did you behave while I was gone?” asked Akira,
although the question itself didn’t have any use since Ryuji couldn’t have
answered even if he wanted to.
Instead, Akira was greeted with a stream of muffled whimpers in response and
the sound of buzzing barely audible beneath it. Upon hearing his voice Ryuji
gave a particularly loud whine and spread his legs further apart, creasing the
bed sheets while he presented himself to Akira like a gift.
It was a rare sight since Ryuji could only handle so many intense sessions at a
time, but it was a sight that Akira relished nonetheless: Ryuji slumped against
the headboard of his bedframe with his hands cuffed behind him, clenching
around a sizeable vibrator buzzing inside him, and wearing nothing but a tear-
soaked blindfold draped across his eyes with a thick piece of cloth stuffed
into his leaking mouth as a gag.
Akira smiled as he walked over to Ryuji’s bed; he sat on the edge of the
mattress and watched the way Ryuji trembled while the vibrator continued to
buzz relentlessly against his prostate, precum dribbling from his half-hard
cock to join the pool of release on his pelvis trickling down his thighs from
prior orgasms forced out by the vibrator.
Akira sighed and clicked his tongue. “You already came so much without me. I
thought I told you to wait until I’m back.” he grasped Ryuji’s length in his
hand and gave it a few clinical pumps while he used his other hand to push the
vibrator in and out of his entrance. Ryuji gave a choked sob followed by a
series of moans, tossing his head from side to side and shaking even more
severely from the added stimulation until with a pitiful whimper he came again,
cum dripping sluggishly down from the swollen head. Akira wiped the mess on
Ryuji’s leg and began to remove his clothes. “There’s hardly anything left in
you now. Maybe next time I’ll use a cock-ring after all.” mused Akira while he
took off his shirt. When he was completely naked he proceeded to slowly pull
out the vibrator as Ryuji whined beneath him, his rim fluttering around the
buzzing toy. “Look at the way your sucking it in. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you
back up again soon enough.” purred Akira before completely pulling out the toy
with a soft squelch. He decided to keep it on a little longer and directly
pressed the vibrator against the head of Ryuji’s dick, eliciting more desperate
whimpers from the other boy as he slowly grinded the toy around the sensitive
head in small, teasing circles. Akira slid the vibrator across the shaft a few
times before turning it off, and by the time he was done Ryuji had become fully
hard again.
Akira dragged Ryuji onto the mattress and flipped him over so that he rested on
his stomach. “You look good enough to eat, Ryu-chan,” lilted Akira as he
swirled his thumb around the loosened rim before pushing in, causing Ryuji to
shiver. “But I’ll save eating you out for some other time,” promised Akira; he
removed his thumb and instead aligned himself with Ryuji’s entrance, sliding
his cock back and forth over Ryuji’s rim just to tease until finally pushing
the head in. Ryuji moaned at the intrusion, and Akira only gave a few moments
of respite once he had fully bottomed out before picking up a vicious pace that
made Ryuji yelp from the first forceful thrust. Akira slammed into him again
and again, shoving Ryuji forward with each thrust while the blond panted and
gasped, and Akira gripped the other boy’s hips hard enough that his fingers
were definitely going to leave bruises for the next day. Noticing that the gag
was still there, Akira leaned forward and removed the irritating cloth; he
wanted to hear Ryuji lose his voice while he fucked him senseless.
Once the gag was gone Ryuji’s heaving gasps and whimpers passed through
slickened lips unrestrained. “A-ah, ah, ahhh! A-Akira!” sobbed Ryuji between
unrelenting thrusts; stiff nipples dragged harshly across the mattress while
tears flowed freely from beneath the blindfold, “p-please, t-too much,” he
choked out before coming hard with a scream and soaking the sheets with his own
release from a particularly hard thrust to his prostate. Akira slowed for a
moment and wrapped his hand around the base of Ryuji’s neck to yank him to his
knees; he reached forward to wrap his other hand around Ryuji’s cock and stroke
it while he sucked and nibbled and Ryuji’s neck, leaving a trail of dark
hickeys. “The neighbors definitely heard you,” murmured Akira as he resumed his
brutal pace despite Ryuji’s protesting sobs, “but it’s not like you care,
right? I feel like you actually enjoy it, letting everyone know that you’re
getting fucked through the mattress. Maybe you’d even like them to watch?”
“N-no…” whimpered Ryuji.
“No?” purred Akira as he trailed the hand holding Ryuji’s neck downward to
pinch and roll a nipple between his fingers, drawing out a gasp from the other
boy. “You wouldn’t want them to see the way you’re eagerly swallowing up my
cock with your greedy little hole? See the way you cry and beg at how
desperately you want me to fill you up until I finally stuff you to the brim
with my cum?”
Ryuji shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he melted at the filthy
words Akira was murmuring into his ear.
“Well, that’s fine,” drawled Akira. He panted from the feeling of Ryuji
rhythmically clenching around him, tight and hot and absolutely incredible, and
at this rate Akira knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “I’m not one to
share what’s mine only.” He couldn’t really think of much else to say with each
surge of pleasure building up, so Akira put all of his focus on trying to
wrench another orgasm out from Ryuji instead, stroking his cock and pounding
into him so hard that walking tomorrow was going to be difficult.
“H-hah… it hurts, it hurts, i-it hurts,” sobbed Ryuji while Akira continued to
stroke his already spent cock into hardness again and thrust directly against
his abused prostate; his voice had dissolved into nothing more than a series of
hiccupping sobs and pleas as he shook from overstimulation. It might have truly
become too much.
“Ryuji, color?” asked Akira as he slowed down his movements to a halt upon
hearing Ryuji’s apparent cries of distress. To his surprise, Ryuji let out a
whine and immediately started to rock his hips against him.
“G-green, green, mothereffin’ green,” whimpered Ryuji while he grinded his ass
against Akira’s pelvis. “Akira, p-please, I’m so close, n-need another…”
It took Akira’s brain a moment to recover from how adorable Ryuji was before he
could pick up where they left off. “S-shit, you’re so damn perfect Ryuji,”
hissed Akira through gritted teeth, causing Ryuji to shiver at the praise. He
was about to come, there was no way he could last for much longer, but he
needed to push Ryuji over the edge first. “You should see how you look right
now,” growled Akira. “soaked in your own cum as you writhe around my cock and
beg for me to breed you. I should lock you up and force you to wait until I
play with you again before you can come,” he gripped tightly around the base of
Ryuji’s cock and forced his own hips to still, earning himself a desperate
whimper from the blond. “How badly do you want it?”
“A-ah, bad, r-really bad, Akira please, I wanna c-come so badly—” bawled Ryuji
while he tried to thrust into Akira’s grasp.
“Such a good boy,” purred Akira. He put all of his effort into one last push.
“Come for me, baby.”
Ryuji wailed as he came again, cock twitching in Akira’s hand while Akira
moaned and reached his own orgasm; sparks exploded behind his vision as hot
waves of pleasure crashed over him with each diminishing thrust, releasing into
Ryuji’s warmth.
Once he was done riding his climax Akira pulled out of Ryuji with a notable
squelch that made the other boy shiver. Thick rivulets of cum leaked out from
Ryuji’s entrance before dribbling down his thighs, and Akira allowed Ryuji to
collapse onto the bed, trembling, in order to take a few moments to steady his
breathing and let the afterglow run its course.
He would take care of Ryuji afterwards.
End Notes
     (You can read the aftercare scene here: https://archiveofourown.org/
     works/13660668
     Ryuji always gets hungry after sex, so the grocery bags have snacks
     for Ryuji and some actual groceries for Mama Sakamoto so she doesn't
     have to make the trip to the store.
     Thanks for reading!)
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