Eye to Eye

Author's Notes: junsuru....

This wasn’t right. Those three words rang in Junpei’s foggy mind like church bells as Mitsuru slobbered over his cock. The party had separated a while back, their leader mumbling something about gaining more experience this way. Junpei tagged along with Mitsuru and things were fine. Their respective Personas balanced each other out, for the most part. His weak Agi spells took out anything Penthesilea couldn’t and vice versa. However, a sudden Garu knocked Junpei flat on his ass and what he assumed was a Marin Karin hit his senpai. He was too dizzy from the intense wind knocking his own out of him to pay much attention. The laughter of the shadows rang in the corridor and drowned out Fuuka’s cries for backup in his mind. What he did notice was Mitsuru charging towards him with an intensity in her unnaturally glowing pink eyes. Fear pulsed through his veins as he watched her rapier raise itself in the air. Laughter, both hers and the shadows’, boomed in his ears.

Then… his cock was out.

Incomprehensible muttering filled the dank air. Magenta swirled in Mitsuru’s eyes before she sank to her knees in front of him. Her movements lacked any of that elegance she normally had. They were stiff yet heavy and hypermobile. More of that noise filled the air. A wide smile spread across her painted lips as her hands stroked his soft cock.

“Sen… Senpai?” He asked, his breath hitching as he stiffened in her grip. Guilt and confusion wracked his body as he watched her take the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip, occasionally dipping into his foreskin or lapping at his slit. Somehow, she was both controlled and precise while being unrestrained. Saliva dripped down his shaft and into the fabric of his boxers. He huffed. He should stop this. He had to push past this dizzying heaviness. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. But she felt so good.

The sloppy sounds of spit sloshing around her mouth, the slurps and sighs that escaped her each time she neared the tip and the gentle gags from deep in her throat filled the heavy air between them. Junpei felt the world melt away with every robotic bob of her head. Heat pulsed through his veins as he burned the image of Mitsuru’s lips around him into his mind. He panted. This was so wrong. Why did this feel so good? He should fight back. Her mouth slid off his cock just so she could lick stripes up and down his shaft. The new sensation pulled him out of his cycling thoughts. His fingers twitched on the ground as did his cock against her dripping face. She landed a flurry of kisses, long and firm or soft and featherlight, wherever she could reach in that angle. He huffed.

The strange sounds and laughter picked up once again. The hairs on his neck stood up on their ends as chills ran up his spine. He still felt heavy. Tartarus spun around him as he stared into his senpai’s glowing eyes. Suddenly, an arrow pierced through the air! It whipped past his head, barely missing his ear and stabbing something behind him. The click of a trigger followed by glass shattering exploded in Junpei’s ear. Suddenly, everything was refreshed and clear. The heaviness in his limbs was gone and the world was no longer spinning.

Neon pink faded to a russet brown as Mitsuru seemed to return to her own body. The realization of what happened hit her all at once. Once they were redressed and on their feet, the rest of the shadows were dealt with. It was clear that they were all done exploring for tonight. Junpei couldn’t take his eyes off of Mitsuru as they left Tartarus. Guilt ate away at his insides even after he apologized for what happened between them. She insisted it was fine. It was a mission gone wrong and they were both literally out of their minds at the time. Still, it did little to ease the twisting in his gut. Especially when he continued to masturbate to the memory for weeks afterward.