Miss Yasogami

The second he walks on the stage he isn't focused on the embarrassment anymore; rather, his eyes are glued to Yosuke and he almost freezes in place at the sight. The boy is dressed in what appears to be one of Chie's spare uniforms, too small for his leaner body. The shirt clings to toned shoulders and slender stomach, while the skirt is just short enough that Souji gets a peek of tanned thighs but is still left wanting more. The colors complement his complexion, the bow in his hair just cute enough to outweigh the comical look it adds. Even the clumsily applied makeup gives Yosuke an almost exotic look, cheeks red with both powder and mortification and lips pouting, glossy and utterly kissable. Goddamn, he wants him right now…

Yet he knows that this is not the time to be having such thoughts, as he faces a crowd of jeering classmates. Later, though, he follows Yosuke out of the auditorium into one of the darker places backstage and corners him in an abandoned storage closet. Yosuke's eyes widen and he takes a step back before realizing he's trapped up against a wall with nowhere to go. Souji grins like the cat that ate the canary as he closes the door behind him, gloating at the knowledge that he's got his prey right where he wants him. Yosuke gulps at the clicking noise that signals his doom. One hand reaches out to grab Yosuke's wrists, bringing them above his head and pinning them to the wall. Souji's other hand slowly moves down the contours and curves of that lithe body before creeping under his shirt and drifting up. "Mm, Yosuke-chan, aren't you missing something up here?" Souji asks with a hint of a laugh.

Yosuke glowers at him, face reddening further as he struggles to escape his boyfriend's grasp. "Souji, lemme go-ahh!" His words turn into a cry as Souji toys with his nipples.

Souji responds by adjusting his grip on the brunet's wrists and moving in to silence him with a messy, moist kiss. When he pulls away, both pant for air. Before Yosuke can react, Souji is taking advantage of his compliance by pulling both shirt and sweater over his head as one, leaving his chest completely bare. He wastes no time in moving back in to reclaim those pouty lips and pillage Yosuke's mouth when it opens in a swallowed moan. At the same time, his fingers are feeling every inch of exposed torso, tweaking a nipple, pressing into unbending abdominal muscles, and even taking a moment to play with Yosuke's belly button, something that causes a small whimper of surprise.

Confident now that Yosuke won't resist and try to escape, Souji releases the hands he had been holding captive. Yosuke looks momentarily surprised before he puts his hands to good use, removing each article of clothing from Souji's upper body. "Always trying to even the playing field, aren't you, Yosuke-chan?" Yosuke narrows his eyes at the suffix but then finds that he has to choke back laughter. The image of Souji, shirtless with obviously masculine muscle tone, wearing that braided wig is just too odd and even a little unsettling.

"Souji, you need to take that wig off. It's freaking me out a little," He says as his hands move up to try and find the seam and take it off himself. The fake hair slips off and falls to the floor, landing on Yosuke's foot. "GYAHH! Get it off, get it off!" He says, hopping around until Souji sighs and grabs the thing himself, placing it on a nearby shelf. Now the two are left wearing skirts, tube socks, and shoes, which they immediately take off and toss to the side. But now Yosuke is hesitating again, only now seeming to realize where they are. "Souji, we're at school. Are you seriously that depraved?"

"Wow, Yosuke, I didn't know you knew that word. And yes, I'll have you know I am both deprived and depraved," Souji's voice turns teasing and sing-song, then, and he smirks: "Don't act like you don't like it~" Quicker than Yosuke can follow, Souji's hand has reached around to grope his ass over the pleated skirt. He squeaks at the sudden violation, and is surprised again when Souji leans down, trailing kisses down his torso before kneeling when he reaches the top the short skirt.

Rather than take it off, though, Souji just lifts the bottom up to reveal tight briefs that leave nothing to the imagination- including Yosuke's prominent erection. He smiles a bit to himself and pulls the briefs down, releasing Yosuke's straining cock from its confines and wrapping a hand around the base. He moistens his lips before licking the tip, which is already weeping precum, salty against his taste buds. The hand holding up Yosuke's skirt moves slightly to hold onto the boy's hip to keep him still as he takes more of Yosuke into his mouth. The room is filled with the sounds of Yosuke's shaky moans, broken occasionally by his gasps and sharp intakes of breath. When Souji has the whole length in his mouth, his hand moves down to cup Yosuke's balls before one finger moves just behind them to rub against his perineum. When Souji glances up, Yosuke's head is thrown back in ecstasy. His lips are open in a moan, reddened and moist, his face flushed and eyes closed.

"S-Souji… I'm gonna-" Souji ignores the warning and keeps at what he's doing for another moment until, inevitably, Yosuke reaches the peak, and keeps going a moment after pulling away and standing up, licking his lips. Yosuke grimaces at this but pulls Souji to him, caressing his boyfriend's silver hair while pulling him into a kiss. "It should be a crime to be so good at doing that," he says when they break apart once again. Souji chuckles, but when Yosuke moves to hug him, he can't help but hiss at the friction this creates against his own problem, which still has yet to be fixed. "Oh! Sorry, Souji. I can help with that!" Yosuke hurriedly crouches down in front of him, but Souji shakes his head and pulls the brunet back to his feet.

"No, that's alright, I think I have a better idea." The smirk on his face is a dead giveaway to Yosuke that he probably isn't going to like this.

A/N What was Souji's plan? The world may never know...because this is where this chapter ends... (god am I evil...)

I AM SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU. Real life and other fandoms have kept me away for far too long.