Yosuke Hanamura is the most talkative person that Souji has ever met, with the exception of Chie when it comes to kung-fu, and Naoto when she’s busy deducing life.  Still, Yosuke loves to talk, about anything and everything.  By now Souji knows all of the names of the Junes staff, the bands that Yosuke listens to on his headphones, he even knows about the first time he ever crashed his bike — he was 5-years-old and missing two teeth in the middle of his smile.

It’s ironic, Souji thinks, that the only time Yosuke tries not to talk is during sex.  He squeezes his eyes shut and stays closed lip, barely even breathing when Souji undresses him.  Junes apron, white shirt, tight red pants, Souji makes sure to go agonizingly slow as if to punish Yosuke for thinking that he could shut up at a time like this.  However, the embarrassed red of his cheeks is endearing.  The way he squirms against the sheets is tantalizing, his little whimpers teasing at the sounds that Souji knows he’ll hear soon.

It only takes one simple phrase for Souji to get his way, his fingers playing against the tip of Yosuke’s penis.

“Oh no.  Not until you beg.”