((IC: Nope's Peak— Day 3, Making Out With Sudoh))

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya couldn't quite stop touching Sudoh the entire time they were heading for the dormitory— mostly just holding his hand, because he remembered his sense of decency somewhere along the way.

Well, sort of. The moment his door closes behind him, Tatsuya leans in and starts kissing Sudoh again. ]

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[motorcycle_noises]

Oh f—

[ Tatsuya barely manages to bite back the swear as Sudoh presses his thigh into him. The kiss that follows right after very much assures that it's not a bad thing though, need and arousal driving him as one of his hands starts dipping down lower, rubbing at the point between Sudoh's legs through the pants he's wearing. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh is wet enough that Tatsuya can feel moisture there, even through his pants. A situation that's aided by Sudoh not actually wearing any kind of underwear. But he groans into the kiss, kneading at Tatsuya's butt encouragingly.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Oh. That's— that's because of him, Sudoh is wet and- and possibly not wearing any underwear, which Tatsuya suddenly has a burning desire to find out. But despite his desperate desire to lose himself in Sudoh, he also doesn't want to rush any of this. So he holds off on that for now, instead slowly moving his hand back and forth against Sudoh's pants.

Deliriously, he thinks he might want to grab that condom soon. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh rolls his hips shallowly against Tatsuya's fingers, making pleased little sounds. The motion in turn shifts his thigh against Tatsuya's erection, as Sudoh slips his fingertips under the waistband to Tatsuya's pants, aching to touch.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Sensing what Sudoh's going for makes Tatsuya's breath hitch again. ]

Please.

[ The word is rough, raw, yearning. And even as it escapes his lips, he keeps his motions against Sudoh, chasing after those pleased little sounds as he finds a rhythm to work with. ]

[dismemberthename]

[fuuuck. this is so good and it's only escalating, and...

Sudoh withdraws his fingers, hooks them in Tatsuya's beltloops instead, and murmurs against his mouth.]

Bed-?

[motorcycle_noises]

Bed.

[ The word comes out softly but firmly, and then Tatsuya resumes kissing Sudoh even as he starts walking towards the bed. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh backs up easily, trusting Tatsuya to guide them as they kiss.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Though the walk to the bed seems to take an eternity to Tatsuya's horomone-addled mind, it doesn't actually take that long at all, and as he guides Sudoh against the bed, he opens up the dresser drawer. He stops kissing Sudoh only long enough to grab that condom and then Tatsuya's on top of Sudoh, leaving a slow trail of kisses along his neck. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh sits on the bed in the moment Tatsuya is grabbing the condom, and leans back to give him plenty of room, arching his back to present Tatsuya with full access to whatever parts of Sudoh he wants to kiss.] Suou...

[motorcycle_noises]

Sudoh....

[ Tatsuya breathes the name against Sudoh's neck, soft and like a prayer. ]

I want... you....

[ And also to get both of their pants off, though he's starting with Sudoh's. ]

[dismemberthename]

Need you...

[Sudoh's pants are easy at least. Once the tie is undone, they're loose enough to just sort of slide off in voluminous layers of cloth. And that confirms Tatsuya's suspicions about underwear, too.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya takes a quick moment to thank whatever deities that exist— not looking at you, Philemon or Nyarlathotep— that Sudoh's pants were at least easier than his sarashi had been. And the confirmation of Sudoh's lack of underwear leaves Tatsuya momentarily breathless with appreciation. Then he's slipping his own pants off, freeing an aching erection. He fumbles briefly with the condom, slipping it on before he returns to Sudoh.

He hovers over Sudoh for a moment, pressing kisses against his jaw before he enters Sudoh as smoothly as he's able to. The rush of pleasure is so intense that he can't even move at first, just stares at Sudoh in awe and wonder. ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh moans low and rough when Tatsuya slides in, hooks a leg behind him as if to keep him there, seated deep within him. Then he's scrabbling to pull Tatsuya closer, to tug him down atop him, entirely needy for more contact.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Tatsuya's more than happy to comply, letting more of his weight press against Sudoh even as he starts rocking against Sudoh— shallowly at first, slow movements that send shivers down his spine. This is what he wanted— this is what he wanted, and it feels so amazing, Sudoh feels so amazing. The next kiss he presses against Sudoh's lips is hungry once again, desperate and wanting. I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I ]

[dismemberthename]

[Sudoh kisses back like he's drowning and Tatsuya is his only source of air, shifting with his thrusts, a little off rhythm. More like he's trying to keep him deep inside, rather than actually work with the pace Tatsuya is setting just yet.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Sudoh's movements might be breaking whatever rhythm Tatsuya is trying to find, but it's not as though he minds that. Anything that would make this last longer is more than fine by him, and besides— he likes the feeling of being deep inside of Sudoh, as deep as he can get. He lets out a moan of pleasure, though he doesn't stop kissing Sudoh to free it. Instead, he lets it rumble through him, vibrating through his chest. ]

[dismemberthename]

[The rumble is interesting, fainter for Sudoh but an almost ticklish feeling, amidst all the other sensation he's facing. It pulls a breathless laugh from him, a smile into the kiss, and he winds his fingers into Tatsuya's hair, tugging and arching against him, settling into an actually matching rhythm.]

[motorcycle_noises]

Oh...

[ It's a breathy sigh as Tatsuya thrusts into Sudoh— slowly, because despite how desperate he is for more, he wants this to last and he knows he'll end things quickly if he gives into those urges. He doesn't need experience to recognize that. Besides that, it's a delicious contrast to the hungry kisses he keeps giving Sudoh. ]

Sudoh....

[dismemberthename]

Suou... [mumbling against his mouth, voice fond, if strained, as he keeps pace.] You're so warm...

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Warm? He feels like he's on fire, burning up but only in the most delicious of ways. It somehow feels appropriate in this moment that his Persona's element is fire. ]

You feel so good....

[ The words seem so inadequate for how he feels, waves of deliciousness running through him at every thrust. ]

Still don't wanna stop touching you.

[ Does that make sense? He hopes it does. ]

[dismemberthename]

Then don't stop. Please, don't stop.

[His voice nearly cracks as he's saying it, desperation bleeding through again, jerking up against him as if to make his point.]

[motorcycle_noises]

I won't stop.

[ Tatsuya punctuates the comment with a kiss and a particularly intense thrust, rocking into Sudoh as deeply as he's able. As if he's trying to blur the line between the two of them, until there's just them as one in this moment. I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I need you I ]

[dismemberthename]

[okay, yeah, that's exactly what Sudoh wants from this. so much closeness and sensation that it feels like nothing could claw them apart. he cries out against Tatsuya's mouth, coming, shaking apart around and under him.]

[motorcycle_noises]

[ It's the feeling of Sudoh orgasming around him that sets of Tatsuya's own climax, holding Sudoh against him as he moans in ecstasy, losing himself in the moment and in Sudoh. ]