dreaming comes so easily (heavensgardener) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-08 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: heavensgardener, f: persona 2, november 08, p: jun/tatsuya |
miniskirts and other things, Persona 2, Tatsuya/Jun
Title: miniskirts and other things
Author/Artist: Lynne
Fandom: Persona 2: Innocent Sin
Prompt: Tatsuya/Jun - crossdressing - the expression on his face somehow makes this worth it
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: crossdressing, rough sex, Jun being a conniving little tart, but that's nothing new
Summary: Tatsuya's expression, reflected in the mirror, made everything worth it.
A/N: Not very fond of this fic. :/
Tatsuya's expression, reflected in the mirror, made everything worth it. Jun had never liked wearing skirts, even though he knew he looked good in them, and he liked wearing revealing clothing even less, but this made it worth it, even though he could feel his cheeks burning and he felt practically naked in this dress. The skirt barely came down to mid-thigh, and he was trying to resist the urge to tug it down.
One hand caught his wrist, gently, and Tatsuya pulled him backward, into his lap. He pressed a kiss against the nape of his neck, and Jun blushed even brighter as a hand slipped beneath the skirt, fingers trailing teasingly up his thigh. He gasped and squirmed a bit as Tatsuya caressed him, sword-callused fingers stroking skillfully. Pleasure crackled through his veins, building slowly, and he could feel Tatsuya smile against his skin, feel how very aroused he was (and he blushed even more, feeling his lover's hardness press against him, knowing just how thin the cloth was separating them).
A choked little gasp slipped free of Jun's lips, a quiet desperate little sound, as Tatsuya moved his hand away, and down, wrapping it around his ankle. It took a moment, but as Tatsuya lifted his leg over his head, Jun realized what he was trying to do, and shifted around to straddle his boyfriend's lap.
Fingers slid beneath his chin and tilted his face up for a kiss. Tatsuya kissed him firmly, and Jun shivered a bit self-consciously, even now, seeing the hunger in his eyes. It wasn't like he had never seen that look before-not when he had used his beauty to manipulate people, played the fragile, helpless innocent for human and demon alike-but it was different somehow, when Tatsuya gave him that look. Different when his lover looked on him with lust, then when a stranger did.
Tatsuya cupped his face with his hand, gently caressing. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to say anything for Jun to know what he wanted. If he weren't already blushing brightly-and he had no idea why Tatsuya found his blushing adorable-, the thought of giving Tatsuya a lapdance certainly would have made him blush.
But he was not going to back down, never mind his self-consciousness, or the fact that he really didn't know what to do. It couldn't be that hard to give a lapdance. Experimentally, he wiggled a bit, moving his hips a little, then a little more, and he must have been doing something right, as Tatsuya gasped quietly in his ear. From there, he simply listened to his boyfriend's soft groans, and adjusted his movements accordingly, teasing him.
Abruptly, Tatsuya moved, reaching for him hungrily, with a low, quiet growl, finally driven past the edge of control: Jun wasn't expecting him to move and lost his balance, falling off his lap and onto the floor. He gasped for breath for a moment, as the shock of hitting the floor knocked the wind out of him: Tatsuya slid off the bed and knelt by him, picking him up easily.
After a moment, Jun could breathe again, feeling Tatsuya run his fingers through his hair, gently.
"Sorry," Tatsuya said, quietly, as he settled them both back on the bed. The apology was written across his face and in his eyes, and in his voice. Jun rested his head against Tatsuya's shoulder, and closed his eyes for a moment. His back hurt, around the edges a little bit, but his body still ached with frustrated desire.
And Jun could feel that Tatsuya was still just as aroused as he was, and he teasingly reached out a hand, wrapping his fingers around his boyfriend's cock, stroking lightly, smiling his sweet cat-smile as Tatsuya gasped, low and frustrated.
"It's alright," Jun whispered, seeing the question in his lover's eyes, lips quirking upward, "Besides, who knows the next chance we could have..."
Tatsuya didn't need any more prompting as he tilted Jun's head up again, kissing him hungrily, tongue slipping into his mouth, before breaking the kiss and shifting to press Jun into the bed beneath him. One hand slid into the bodice of the dress, and Jun gasped as Tatsuya caressed him, fingers finding first one nipple, then the other, hardening beneath his touch.
Quiet smile against his throat, Tatsuya gently nibbling and pressing kisses, before his weight shifted for a moment as he reached for something in the nightstand. One more kiss, and then Tatsuya slid down his body, pushing the skirt up. Jun trembled in anticipation as Tatsuya pressed slow kisses across the inside of his thighs, one arm draped across his hips holding him down.
He moaned, quietly, biting his lip to suppress the sound, as Tatsuya licked, his tongue flicking across a particularly sensitive spot, pleasure a bright spark against his nerves. Slender fingers tangled in the sheets as Tatsuya took him into his mouth, sucking slowly, tongue playing along his length.
It was very difficult to think, with his mind hazed by pleasure, it building higher and higher, he could dimly hear himself gasping breathily but it was almost lost in the building tide of sensation. For a moment, he didn't notice what else Tatsuya was doing, though he was dimly aware of the bed shifting a little as Tatsuya moved, until he could feel his legs being parted slightly, and one long, slick finger pressed into him, slowly.
Jun gasped, surprised, his eyes fluttering open, and his breath caught in his throat as Tatsuya licked him again, tongue teasing that same sensitive place at the same time as he slid a second finger, then a third, into him, slowly stretching him, opening him up and making him ready for him.
Oh, that felt good, and he could barely, barely think through the pleasure, with Tatsuya's mouth on him, with him working his fingers inside him. He could only lie there helplessly, unable to move with Tatsuya's arm across his hips holding him down, fingers tangling even more in the sheets, feeling as though he would drown in the rising tide of sensation, so very very close.
And then Tatsuya twisted his fingers a particular way, Jun moaned sharply, cloth tearing as he yanked at it, pleasure-too much pleasure-washing over him, lost in the tide of sensation.
Jun tried to catch his breath, still coming down slowly, and he could feel the bed move again as Tatsuya shifted, his boyfriend easily picking him up, as if he were as light as a doll, and bending him over the bed. He blushed brightly, and then blushed even brighter as Tatsuya shoved his skirt up, the cloth bunching up around his waist.
Tatsuya pressed against him, and Jun could feel how full and ready his boyfriend was, and trembled a bit. He could feel Tatsuya adjust his grip on his hips, just before he thrust into him, slowly: Jun gasped, feeling the slow burn as he entered him, pain-pleasure sparking in his nerves, intensified only more by his oversensitized body. His hands slid against the sheets, a little, and he moved them a little, trying to make the position a little more comfortable: Tatsuya pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck as he paused, all the way in him.
"Go on," Jun whispered, breathing in slowly, as the oversensitivity began to fade. It still hurt around the edges, a dull ache more then anything where his body stretched and yielded, but he liked that pain edging the pleasure, it had just been too much. Tatsuya remained still, for a moment, and Jun took a deep breath and squeezed, tightly, smiling a secret little half-smile as his boyfriend groaned low in his ear, fingers digging into his hips tightly as he began to move, setting a quick, rough pace.
It was almost a shame, really, that Tatsuya was so reluctant to be rough with him, because not only was he particularly good at it, but he rather enjoyed being rough when he was temporarily over his hangups. It took trickery-which Jun had utterly no problem with-or teasing Tatsuya until he lost his control for him to actually be rough. This time, Jun had dangled the idea-and image- of him in a miniskirt in front of Tatsuya for a few days, blushing brightly every time he even as hinted at it, until Tatsuya had stopped thinking about it too hard-obviously tempted by the idea- and simply agreed to the suggestion Jun had offered. Which was that he would wear the skirt, in bed, and that Tatsuya, in return, would be rough with him.
Tatsuya gradually picked up his pace until he was pounding into Jun, the force of his thrusts rocking the bed beneath them as Jun tried to brace himself with shaking hands, his hips hitting the bedframe in what would have been a rather uncomfortable manner if he had actually been a condition to able to notice and was not being fucked senseless, dancing on the razor's edge between pain and pleasure, so very close to falling.
Jun moaned, frustrated, so very very close, needing only a little more to push him over, but he needed both hands to hold himself up, he couldn't stroke himself off, and he bit his lip. He could tell how very, very close Tatsuya was, hear it in his breathing, and trembled at the very, very edge, just before one large, sword-callused hand slipped beneath the skirt and wrapped around him, roughly caressing.
And then he was falling, gasping breathily as everything-pleasure, pain, everything- overwhelmed him. Jun somehow managed to hold himself up, even as he was lost: Tatsuya waited, considerate as always, until he had found his pleasure before taking his own, his thrusts even rougher and more forceful, until with a low growl and one last hard thrust , burying himself completely to the hilt inside him (Jun felt like he was being split in two, it was entirely too much, good but too much), he came.
Afterward, Jun lay in Tatsuya's arms, his boyfriend stroking his hair. He still wore the dress, too sleepy and sore to even think of moving to take it off despite the fact that the fabric was sticky and ruined, torn around the hips, enough to show pale, already-bruising flesh (and Jun was grateful that Tatsuya hadn't noticed the bruises yet).
"The dress is ruined," he commented softly, off-handedly: Tatsuya shrugged, not really having anything to say, and Jun smiled a little. "It was worth it," he whispered, resting his head on Tatsuya's shoulder and closing his eyes.