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Ken and Minato went on a date to the arcade. Ken was ecstatic. He channeled his excitement into the games, and beat Minato at all of the shooting games. He didn’t do as well at air hockey though. There Minato beat him with a staggering lead. Every game they played saw Ken get sweaty and flushed due to his concentration. Minato kept staring at him too, which made Ken feel embarrassed. He’d avert his gaze but Minato would just keep those dull, vacant eyes pointed straight at him. Ken couldn’t tell what Minato was thinking.
When they were done, they left the arcade and it was already dark.
Wow! Ken thought. It’s been hours. Where did the time go?
He suggested to Minato they ought to get home in case they needed to prepare to go to Tartarus. Ken always put his all into training. He was focused on nothing else except beating Shadows and catching up in his Persona abilities with the others. Minato shook his head though, and said they wouldn’t be going to Tartarus that night. Minato took him to Mandragora for karaoke. They were all alone in the karaoke room, and it made Ken a little nervous.
“Should we choose a song, Aritsato-san?” Ken asked.
Minato sat for a moment, then came closer to Ken. He leaned down at Ken. His face was so close, and Ken didn’t know how to react.
Then, Minato kissed him. He grabbed Ken’s hair and pulled him close, and Ken yelped. He was unable to get out a single word of protest before Minato was plunging his tongue Ken’s mouth and exploring all around it.
That was my first kiss, and it was with another guy?!? Ken thought.
Minato stopped kissing him, but before Ken could ask what the heck just happened Minato grabbed him by the shoulders and forced Ken under him. Ken was lying down on the booth with his arms pinned to his sides, Minato directly above him. Ken tried to look away, but Minato crashed down on him with another kiss. This time he bit all over Ken’s lip and sucked on Ken’s tongue. It was overwhelming. Ken felt his head go fuzzy and struggled to formulate any thoughts. Minato shoved his hand into Ken’s shorts. He squeezed and rubbed Ken’s thigh, which made Ken squirm and whimper. He humped Ken’s leg over and over, letting out cold grunts each time. Ken tried to scream but it came out more like a moan.
Minato pulled away again, and Ken was shivering. “Ah… Arisato-san.” he whimpered. “What are you doing?”
Minato didn’t answer. He just unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Ken yelped, but Minato shoved his hand over Ken’s mouth, silencing him. Seeing Ken struggle made Minato fully hard.
“You think I care about singing or whatever?” Minato said. “I just wanted to be alone with you.”
Ken squirmed and tried to escape, but Minato held him down.
“Every time I see you in those shorts I just want to bend you over and fuck you right there. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” Minato remained stoic, which only made him more frightening.
Minato ripped off Ken’s shorts, then pulled down his briefs slowly. Minato groaned when he saw Ken’s tiny penis.
“So tiny and pathetic,” Minato laughed. He pinched it, hard, which made Ken moan. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” But he didn’t let Ken answer.
Minato spread Ken’s legs, revealing his asshole. He lined up his cock with Ken’s hole and pushed straight in, only managing to get the tip of it inside. Ken squealed into Minato’s hand, and Minato smiled.
“Such cute little sounds,” he said.
He pushed in deeper with harsh thrusts. “So fucking tight,” he said, breathy.
It took a while to get his cock all the way inside Ken. By the time Minato was buried up to the hilt Ken was sobbing, tears lining his face. Blood stained the booth under them. Ken felt unbearably hot all over his body. Everything hurt.
“Feels good,” Minato grunted. “Doesn’t it?”
“Ah…” Ken moaned in pain. “It does. It’s so good, Arisato-san.” Even now he was so polite. Ken couldn’t deny he loved this feeling. He’d always loved danger and the rush of battle after all. He loved the pain and he loved getting fucked.
Minato eagerly fucked Ken’s hole. Ken moaned and cried, his face shiny with tears. Every single thrust was harder than the last, and Ken could barely breathe. It was exhilarating.
Minato came inside him with a sigh. He fucked into Ken a couple more times, then quickly pulled out and started to button up his pants.
“Get up,” Minato said, quiet but stern.
Ken was still. Minato grabbed Ken by the cuff of his shirt and pulled up him up.
“I said get up,” he said. Ken’s mouth was hanging open and his cheeks were red. His expression was pure bliss. “Good boy,” Minato whispered, kissing Ken’s cheek. Ken nuzzled into him, content.
Ken and Minato held hands as they left Pawlonia Mall. Ken didn’t even notice the blood staining his shorts. He was so happy.