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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_3
  Relationship:
      Arisato_Minato/Sanada_Akihiko
  Character:
      Arisato_Minato, Sanada_Akihiko
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Fingerfucking, Community:
      shirakawablvd
  Series:
      Part 2 of Whatever_It_Takes
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-07-27 Words: 3497
****** Whatever It Takes: Tag ******
by Lanate_(Mathais), ShiningMagi_(Mathais)
Summary
     Akihiko and Minato explore each other.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don't own the elements of Persona 3; I'm just here to
     play.
     Notes: PWP tag to Whatever It Takes.
See the end of the work for more notes
Minato kissed Akihiko soundly. He pressed his body flush against Akihiko's own,
enjoying the way that Akihiko tightened his hands on his back.
Thank you, his mouth said through his kisses. Thank you for being there for me.
He whispered this against Akihiko's cheek, his neck, as he made his way down
Akihiko's willing body. His hand slipped underneath Akihiko's shirt and
traveled across the hard planes of dense muscle. His fingertips explored every
nook and cranny of his body, finding the places where Akihiko twitched with
laughter or shuddered with lust.
Minato had a reputation for being a good lover, able to adjust to the situation
and pinpoint where someone needed to be touched. He used every bit of this
skill to have Akihiko moan in a low tone that went straight to his crotch.
It felt good to do this with someone he honestly cared for Akihiko rather than
for money. If his past could be used to please Akihiko, if it could get him to
moan wantonly, to shudder and gasp and plead as he was now, then he thought it
was honestly worth it.
In no time at all, Minato had the hem of Akihiko's shirt in his hand. Looking
up at him, Minato asked, "May I?"
There was only a brief moment of hesitation that faded like mist against the
burning lust in his eyes. "Yes."
He lifted Akihiko's shirt over his head and exposed the gloriously pale body
with muscles built from years of fighting. Minato worshiped every one of those
muscles with his tongue. Akihiko's fingers threaded through his hair, insistent
but not demanding, as Minato licked and sucked his way down his chest, taking
special care to the crevices between his pecs. His mouth was filled with the
salt from Akihiko's sweat mixed with the musk from the teen himself, and Minato
couldn't help the low growl that built in his throat.
"So good," Akihiko groaned. "So good at this."
Minato grinned. For once, it was a complement that he could get behind. He
responded by trailing kisses up and down Akihiko's flat stomach, trying to find
the spots that caused his abdomen to shiver with delight and made Akihiko let
loose an explosive sigh. His fingers, exploring Akihiko's sides, came up and
twitched toward his nipples, already hard and peaked.
Minato nearly froze at half-moan, half-gasp Akihiko released. Eyes focused on
Akihiko's red face and dilated pupils, Minato reached up again and scraped his
nail ever so gently across the tip. The sight and sound of Akihiko drawing in a
breath through clenched teeth made him migrate back up.
"You're sensitive here, huh?" Minato murmured. He shifted once as the bulge in
Akihiko's sweats seemed to get each larger in response, and he deliberately
rubbed against it as he migrated upward.
"Yeah, I am. Gonna do something about it?" Akihiko challenged, tone breathless.
Minato smirked as he lowered his mouth over Akihiko's nipple, grazing his teeth
lightly over the nub. Akihiko's hands clenched over his head, but Minato didn't
mind. He instead worked Akihiko's chest like a pro, delighting in the way that
Akihiko tensed and groaned under the ministrations. He licked and suckled
Akihiko's nipples, extremely enamored by how sensitive he seemed to be there.
It was glorious and, as his fingers trailed down to stroke Akihiko through his
pants, Minato had never been so turned on in his life.
Akihiko gasped, hand clenching on his head, and said, "Stop. Too fast."
Minato immediately withdrew his hand and pulled back, trying to refrain from
flinching, but Akihiko shook his head and caught his wrist. "Not like that," he
said, eyes pleading but never losing their desire. "I just... I just don't want
this to end too soon." Akihiko met his gaze steadily, even as his face flushed.
Minato grinned. It was one of the best complements he had. He leaned in and
kissed away the flush, while his hand reached over for Akihiko's drawer. When
it emerged, it carried a line of condoms and a bottle of lube. "Well, then
let's get to the good part then," he whispered into Akihiko's lips.
Minato carefully undid the ties to Akihiko's pants, half his mind focused on
the kisses he and Akihiko shared. His absentmindedly brushed against the head
of Akihiko's cock, trapped as it was in his boxers, and swallowed Akihiko's
gasp. When Akihiko's erection was finally freed from its cloth prison, it was
so hard that it actually slapped against Akihiko's stomach before rising
proudly into the air. Its tip was already leaking milky fluid. Minato couldn't
resist giving it a quick stroke before rubbing the fluid down the shaft.
Akihiko gave a strangled groan into their kiss.
Reluctantly, Minato drew away so he could focus on putting Akihiko's condom on
properly. He added a little drop of lube to the inside, something he found made
them much more pleasurable, and then covered Akihiko's penis with deft fingers
that spoke of long practice. Once Akihiko was properly covered and lubed up, he
smiled up at him and asked, "Prep me?"
Akihiko hastened to comply, nearly bouncing on the bed as he eagerly shucked
Minato's pants and briefs one-handed, his other reaching for the lube. Minato
lay back, gaze half-lidded, and watched Akihiko cover his fingers with the lube
and then set to work. Minato willed himself to relax as one of Akihiko's
calloused fingers tentatively probed his ass. He almost asked Akihiko to speed
it up, but he refrained, unwilling to push his boyfriend.
"You look so hot like this," Akihiko murmured as one finger became two. Minato
squirmed and gasped as Akihiko scissored his fingers experimentally—the burn of
stretching was something he was used to, but having Akihiko be the one who did
it made it all the hotter. It almost made him feel like a virgin again. He
locked eyes with Akihiko, and he nearly flushed at having all of that
incredible passion and eagerness, the very same emotions he used to beat down
his opponents whether in Tartarus or the ring, focused entirely on him.
Minato felt so blessed.
His hips nearly arched off of the bed when Akihiko touched that spot in him
that made the world white out briefly. Akihiko grinned as he said, "Found it."
"Oh god," Minato moaned. "Oh god, Akihiko!" he nearly shouted when Akihiko
didn't cease rubbing him. "Please, Akihiko..."
"Yes," Akihiko's voice dropped an octave as he withdrew his fingers. He was
panting hard as he grabbed his erection, but Minato had a sudden inspiration.
"Let me," he told him as he fluidly rose and pushed Akihiko down. Keeping his
eyes locked with Akihiko's the entire time, Minato grabbed Akihiko's cock,
aimed, and sat down. Both of them hissed in unison as Akihiko's head pushed
past Minato's stretched sphincter and continued on for several more
centimeters. Minato kept his gaze locked on Akihiko as he forced himself lower
on what felt like a steel rod embedded in his ass, watching how Akihiko's eyes
darkened more and more and the way his breaths sped. He took the final few
centimeters in one push with a delicious burn.
This was Akihiko inside of him, and his cock pulsed at the information.
So too did the one in his ass, and Minato knew the moment when the heat and
tightness became too much for Akihiko. He moaned low and husky, his pupils
dilating and his grip on his hips tightening. Minato buckled his hips a little
to help the orgasm along and left Akihiko shuddering on the bed.
As Akihiko recovered, Minato pulled him out with a slight wince. Unfortunately,
when he looked back, all he could see was shame.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, Minato. I, I—" Akihiko also wasn't one to cry, but his
frustration and embarrassment were plain as day on his face. "I can't believe
I—"
"It's fine, Akihiko," Minato said. "It happens. Believe me, it happens."
Granted, such an early, ah, exit was something Minato kind of wanted sometimes,
but he wouldn't hold this against Akihiko.
"But I—" Akihiko stuttered, face flushing and not in a good way, "I-It felt too
good, and you haven't..."
"It's fine," interrupted Minato. "As long as..."
"How does it feel from your end?" Akihiko abruptly changed the subject.
Minato knew what he was doing but let it slide anyway. "It's good. Very good."
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
He paused but responded, "At first, yes, but not in the way you think. And then
it gets better. I wouldn't do it if it didn't feel good."
"Can, can—" Akihiko hesitated but finally said, "Can I try?"
Minato couldn't quite keep the look of disbelief from spreading onto his face.
"Are you sure? I mean, just because—"
"—No, no." Akihiko cut him off, face flushing but with clear eyes. "I just want
to see how it feels. Please, Minato."
He could never ignore Akihiko's quiet pleas, never before and definitely not
now. Minato shuffled backward until Akihiko's softening penis was in front of
him. He quickly disposed of the used condom before turning back. "Have you been
cleaning...?" Minato asked delicately, because he'd worked with people who
didn't and it wasn't very attractive if there was an unpleasant surprise.
Akihiko flushed and didn't meet his gaze. "I may have been thinking about this
for a while."
Minato nearly laughed, because this was so adorably Akihiko that it warmed him.
It was a softer warmth than the blazing lust he was used to, and he found that
it stoked the flames of desire even higher.
Minato coated his fingers in the lube but knew that he'd have to start slow. He
leaned forward and, instead of diving right in, kissed Akihiko full on the
lips. "Do you trust me?" came out on his breath, feather light.
"Always."
Minato couldn't tear his eyes away as he entered his first finger. Akihiko was
so tense that Minato almost had second thoughts, but he didn't tell him to
stop, so Minato continued. He slowly, carefully, worked his finger in as he
whispered anything he thought would distract Akihiko.
"It feels so weird," Akihiko admitted amid a hitched breath.
"It starts like that," Minato chuckled softly. He kissed Akihiko on the cheek
as he stretched Akihiko as much as he could.
When he hissed softly and whispered, "Give me a moment," Minato stilled.
He would not mess this up, so matter how much his dick throbbed, how much he
just wanted to piston his fingers.
Akihiko was worth it. He was so worth it.
"I'm remembering when I did this to you," Akihiko drawled. "You looked so hot
as I, as I spread you open." He was squirming, doing anything he could to
distract himself. Minato knew the feeling.
He brought his lips close to Akihiko's ear and huffed out a small breath. The
way that Akihiko's back stiffened, the way that he shivered, made Minato say,
low and husky and lustful, "You're very hot like this. I loved the way that you
opened me." Akihiko's jaw actually dropped and his face flushed at the word
that'd been dancing between them for so long. "I loved the way you slipped your
finger into me, unsure if what you were doing the right thing. I loved the way
you eventually grew into it, the way you pistoned your finger. You remember the
way I moaned, right? You remember the way that gasped and shuddered under your
fingers?" Minato knew he did, knew when the fear, apprehension, and lingering
shame in his eyes began to burn inside the pyre of desire once more. "Do you
remember when you fucked me into the mattress? When you pulled in and out of
me? When you would just linger inside," he pushed his finger in a little more
and wiggled it around, "and then pull out, just to slam back in?" He mimicked
this with his hand to Akihiko's shuddering gasp. "How about when you just
thrust at an even pace, no matter how much I begged for more? When you would
just enter and exit and never speed up?" Akihiko moaned into his neck as Minato
showed him that he remembered.
"Please," Akihiko groaned, and to his silent plea, Minato added another finger.
"I remember the way that you eventually fucked me hard into the end that I knew
I'd have trouble walking the next day. I remember how you stroked me as you
drilled me." Minato palmed Akihiko's reinvigorated erection and began to stroke
it in time with his pistoning fingers. "Do you remember when you found this?"
He grunted as he pushed against that little bundle of nerves in Akihiko that
made his hips nearly fly off the bed. "I came so hard that day. Can you see it?
I want you to see it. The way that my come splattered against me, against you,
painting both of us white. Do you remember?"
"Oh god, Minato, I do." Akihiko was nothing but an incoherent mass of babbling
whimpers at this point.
"Because I remembered it for days afterward," he said. "Sometimes, I'd pop a
boner in class, just because of you. I felt it every time I sat down, because
of the burn, you know? The burn that you put there. Every time I sat, every
time I moved."
"Minato," whispered Akihiko brokenly, nearly sobbing into his neck at the
pleasure. Minato knew he was getting close again, but this time he didn't want
Akihiko to come. He slowed but never quite stopped the fingers inside of
Akihiko and then grabbed the base of his cock in a vice-like grip to stave off
the oncoming orgasm.
Minato could have done this all night. He could have kept Akihiko on this
precipice all night long, building him up in this haze of pleasure but never
quite letting him go over.
But the night was still young, Minato had a lot of stamina, and he promised
he'd show Akihiko what it was like.
So when Akihiko was no longer quite so close, Minato added some additional lube
to his achingly hard erection and pulled his fingers out. Akihiko whimpered
faintly at the loss, and Minato once more marveled at how Akihiko had turned
from confident boxer to passionate lover to... melting putty in his hands. It
left a faint bubbly feeling in his chest.
"Ready?" he asked.
It took a moment for him to respond, but respond he did. There was pure
conviction in his eyes alongside the trust that was just for him. Minato was
nearly breathless at the wealth of emotion in them. "I'm ready," Akihiko said.
Minato pushed. Stars exploded behind his eyes, and he hissed as his so long
neglected erection was squeezed by Akihiko. Akihiko gave a similar hiss as he
fisted the sheets. He leaned down and kissed Akihiko full on, mouths dueling
for dominance, as he pushed forward, never more than a little at a time. With
each shallow thrust, he retreated, only to push a little farther the next time.
His pace was slow, unhurried, but relentless and inevitable. He figured for the
rather hesitant Akihiko that this would be best.
Minato was good at reading people like that, good at becoming what people
needed him to be. Whether it was battle or in bed.
Minato continued to devour Akihiko's mouth. The heat pooling between them
spurred him on as he slowly opened Akihiko with each new thrust, until he was
finally sheathed in him entirely.
"Minato," Akihiko groaned. "Oh god, Minato. I feel so full."
"I feel it," he murmured. "I feel it." Oh yes, did he feel it. Never before had
being balls deep inside someone been so hot, so thrilling. He sat up, and when
he looked down, he saw the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
Akihiko—sure, strong, tall, muscled Akihiko—was between his legs, sucking in
his cock. His entire body was flush red from arousal, and he could distinctly
see the places he lavished attention. The toned, hard body quivered with
anticipation. His nipples, peaked and hard, stuck out stark against pale skin.
Best of all, Akihiko was looking straight at him. Minato read everything in
that gaze. His affection, trust, lust—love. All of it.
Minato suddenly couldn't wait anymore.
He immediately began to thrust. In and out, but still with the same control he
had before. He watched the way Akihiko slowly broke again under his
ministrations, the way he shuddered and gasped and didn't bother to keep quiet.
All of that contributed to the feeling of Akihiko clenching around his dick as
he fucked him into the mattress.
Just as he put everything he couldn't say into his kisses, he put all of his
love and all of his desire into the way he penetrated Akihiko, the way he was
gentle but insistent, the way he didn't stop when his hand found Akihiko's
pulsing erection and stroked him in time to his thrusts.
As he had said, Minato loved this man.
He would say it again.
"I love you, Akihiko," Minato whispered into Akihiko's ear. "I love you."
"Nngh," Akihiko groaned and opened his eyes wide. He desperately pulled Minato
in close so that they were eye to eye, and even amid Minato pounding his body,
he said, "I love you too." He then captured Minato in a sizzling kiss.
His words went to two places.
The first was his heart, where it melded with the bubbly feeling there to
explode into a warm haze that made everything seem brighter in comparison.
The second was his cock, which expanded with a jolt. He furiously worked
Akihiko's erection as his pacing became harder and more erratic.
"Akihiko!" Minato grunted. "I'm—"
"Shit," Akihiko moaned loud and long, and his cum splashed out between the two
of them, painting their stomachs white.
"—coming!" Orgasm ripped through him so hard that he nearly whited out. It was
the most intense orgasm Minato had ever had, the way Akihiko clenched around
him, the way Akihiko stared straight at him the entire time. He felt, for a
single second that stretched off into infinity, like the world had narrowed to
just the two of them. In that everlasting moment, Minato felt such strong peace
and love and affection that he nearly wept.
For what seemed like an eternity, he came, filling his condom as far as it
could go. Even when it ended, Minato still swore he could feel the aftershocks
as he fell roughly onto Akihiko.
He didn't know how long he lay there in the afterglow, his cock softening
inside Akihiko, while the boxer had his arms wrapped around him. He truly at
peace for the first time in what seemed like forever.
"Fuck." Akihiko's voice was low and guttural, roughed by sex even in the
afterglow. "Fuck, is it always like this?"
"No," Minato was forced to admit. "Not always." In his head, he silently added,
"Just with you."
"God, it feels like I can't... like I don't want to think right now."
"I don't either." Minato said. "But I have to clean up." He pulled out of
Akihiko with a slight wince and disposed of the used condom. The moment that
was done, Akihiko pulled him back into bed. Heedless of the cum still staining
their bodies, he tugged him close, wrapping his arms around him. Minato
snuggled into Akihiko's sweat chest, reclaiming some of the content he felt.
"You spoke a lot," Akihiko commented with a small grin. "It was the hottest
thing I've ever heard."
"I'm glad." Minato smiled. "Because I meant every word." He did. Hell, he had
gotten so hard from listening to himself at that point.
"All of it?" For a moment, Akihiko's gaze held a certain fragility, like spun
glass.
Minato knew what he had to say. "All of it." And he meant it.
"Thank you," Akihiko whispered and claimed his lips once more.
When Minato drew back, he laughed. "I did mean all of it. You might want to
skip boxing practice tomorrow."
"What? Seriously?" Akihiko's voice was so incredulous that Minato laughed
again.
"You think I went to kendo after that time we did it? Let me give you a Diarama
the next Dark Hour," Minato offered.
"And let everyone else see?" Akihiko hissed, face tingeing with embarrassment.
"What will they think?"
"Better than having to explain why you're sitting out when we head to Tartarus
tomorrow," Minato retorted.
"We're going to Tartarus?" Akihiko abruptly shifted gears.
"Mitsuru agreed with me that I'm well enough to let it start again," Minato
said. "So we're heading there tomorrow to make up for lost time."
"Awesome!" Akihiko's eyes lit up with eagerness. "Wait, but that doesn't solve
the problem of the... the soreness!"
Minato wanted to roll his eyes but barely refrained. He then set about to
convince his boyfriend that, yes, it would be all right.
End Notes
     This was so much fun to write. Hooray for Akihiko/Minato!
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