Persona 2: Innocent Sin, Tatsuya/Jun-things I should not want
Tatsuya shouldn't want it like this. He's holding delicate wrists pinned to the bed above their heads, his grip tight enough to bruise, and Jun looks up at him with a quiet smile, long lashes half-veiling his eyes.
"Don't stop, Tatsuya," he murmurs, tilting his head back to bare his throat, and wiggles his hips a little, arching up towards him encouragingly, and a little of what faint control Tatsuya has left cracks as the movement buries him a little more inside tight heat. He's halfway in him, pleasure warring with frustration as he tries to remain still, to not move.
Everything Tatsuya's ever heard about this seems to involve being gentle the first time, and he's trying, especially with the little pained noises Jun makes, to not hurt him too much. But Jun seems to want him to lose control, to be rough, and it's harder and harder to keep control with him wiggling like that.
And then Jun smiles up at him and does something, muscles squeezing tightly around him, and all semblance of control is gone as Tatsuya's grip tightens on his wrists and thrusts all the way in him, roughly and doesn't stop.
Jun sighs in pained satisfaction, slender hips moving to meet Tatsuya's thrusts as he spreads his legs even wider, offering himself up. He likes it like this, with his hands pinned above his head, likes the roughness and the demanding pace, likes how it hurts so sweetly being stretched open like this.
He likes knowing what he wants, likes knowing that this is his to give, and this is what he wants. And he likes knowing just how to push Tatsuya past his reluctance so he'll take what he's offering without hesitating. He knows that Tatsuya will be sorry after, when his hesitation filters back along with his control.