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Wayhaven Frights Day 17: Whispers
Pairing: Ethan/Adam
Rating: G
Words: 533
Warnings: none

Let’s just say this happens after the fill for Nightmare. Ethan goes outside to clear his head and eventually a certain someone comes to join him.

Whispers

Ethan sucked in a deep breath as soon as he was outside the warehouse. He was glad he hadn’t run into any of the others on the way from his room. All he needed was a few minutes of fresh air to settle his nerves and then he’d go back to bed. Already the cool breeze against his skin was helping to dispel what panic and fear lingered from his nightmare. He sat down against the wall and closed his eyes focusing on the sounds around him until his heart rate and breathing returned to something close to normal.

The door to the warehouse opened, causing Ethan to suppress a groan. Apparently he hadn’t been as quiet as he thought. Unsurprising considering all of his roommates were vampires but still, he’d hoped this one time to avoid detection. It was probably Nate and Nate would know something was wrong and want to talk about it. He would make a big deal about it and this wasn’t a big deal, Ethan just needed time to deal with the nightmares. He could sort it out without a heart to heart chat in the middle of the night.

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There is something about those quiet and understanding moments with A DuMortain, isn’t there?

Kinktober 2021, Day 17

As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

Theodore is easily my favorite Velvet Room attendant, and I still smile like an idiot watching the various ‘date’ scenes from P3P. So with an opportunity like Kinktober, I couldn’t resist giving him a place in the line-up.

A bit of suspension of doubt for the shower system/etc here, since I don’t know where this could fit inside the proper timeline without just ignoring later parts, so bear with me! (We’re also going to assume here Reader character is a little older FeMC, but otherwise essentially in the same position/role.)

Summary
There’s always more to learn, even about something intimate and simple.

Tags/Warnings
Hand Jobs, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut

Kinktober 2021, 17: Hand Jobs
(Reader x Theodore | Persona 3)

Not long after Theodore’s last request, you had convinced him to come out with you once more without much trouble. While out, the mention of taking a shower once the day was winding down had come up in conversation somehow. As with many ordinary things, Theodore had seemed unsure, hiding his uncertainty behind pretended knowledge. When you had subsequently corrected him, as was wont to happen, he’d insisted he try one as well.

You had laughed and given in to his latest request, on the terms that you would take it with him. There had been a tinge of pink that rose to Theodore’s cheeks instantly, but he agreed cheerfully otherwise, seeming far more excited to try something new than embarrassed as someone else might have been.

You now found yourself standing in the shower with Theodore, after a few complications. To his credit, the attendant realized someclothing had to come off to shower, but not all of it. The look on his face had been a bit sheepish when you chuckled and informed him that it wasn’t exactly typical to leave any clothing on while showering, since you couldn’t clean everything that way.

You couldn’t help giving him a long glance over before and after he had stripped everything off, and when Theodore caught your roaming eyes, that same blush you’d seen many times before came again, but he hid much of it behind a soft, proud smile as if he were delighted by the fact your eyes were so drawn to him.

You rolled your eyes before moving to turn the showerhead on. The initial spray was cold, and you jumped back from it. Theo seemed perplexed by your response, reaching a hand casually into the spray of water as it steadily. He held it there for a few seconds as the water heated, finally giving a thoughtful hum.

“This temperature should be just right,” he said matter-of-factly before drawing his hand back.

You imitated his gesture, not willing to completely trust the water wouldn’t be completely scalding without testing for yourself, even if he had a penchant for discerning temperature down to the degree. Deeming it suitable, neither too hot nor too cold, you reached for a cloth and body wash to apply liberally to it.

Theodore watched you with genuine interest as if studying your technique as you began to scrub yourself all over with the quickly more lathered cloth. It was enough to make youflush now, despite the innocence of his expression. The look in his eyes was certainly far more chaste than your scrutinizing glance earlier, but it made something stir all the same.

His gaze broke off at last, and he picked up a cloth as well, though he paused, brow furrowing. “Just how much should be used?” he questioned, staring at the bottle of body wash in one hand.

“It depends, I guess? Here, let me help you.”

A new idea was brewing in your head, spurred on by memories of the last time you had been alone with Theodore. An idea that perhaps should have been fought back, but you couldn’t force yourself to do so. You never had heard about Theo being ‘punished’ as he had spoken about last time, so what was the harm?

”Alright, but just to start,” he agreed.

Taking a moment to quickly rinse away the suds covering your own body, you moved to apply the cloth to Theodore. You started at his collar and worked over his shoulders and chest, all while he watched intently again. Dipping your hand lower, more slowly, you rubbed careful circles over his abdomen, trailing your spare hand with you, letting it linger on his side, and then his hip. You peeked down before moving the cloth any further, the slow scrubbing circles coming to an abrupt stop.

“Your technique seems very stunted now. Is this normal?” Theodore’s curious tone rang out again, breaking you free from your stupor, and putting the initial idea back into your head.

You could have laughed. You knew there were some things Theodore was oblivious to, and others he was surprisingly knowledgeable of and had half-expected him to catch onto your new game swiftly, It seemed you’d need to spell it out a bit more clearly for him, though, given he thought you really were just showing how to properly wash in the shower.

“Not exactly,” you answering, moving down the hand without the cloth, running your fingers lightly over his cock, still hanging mostly limp between his legs.

It jumped at your touch, though, as did Theodore. Looking up at him, you caught the sudden expression of realization on his face. His eyes grew a little wider as you gave him another, more firm stroke. You paused, waiting for the gears to turn and for Theodore to process what you had in mind as opposed to what he’d thought.

“O-oh, so this was your plan all along then. Forgive me for not, ahh, realizing,” he breathed out, again sheepish, words breaking as you grasped him a bit more securely and pumped your hand.

Without responding, you let the cloth slip from your other hand, moving it to cup his balls in your palm, kneading gently along with the caress of your fingers on his length. His dick twitched again, continuing to harden under your touch until it stood tall and hard. Theodore reached past you with one hand, partly bracing himself against the shower wall, a twisted look of pleasure and determination on his face. He looked almost unsure whether he wanted to give in the sensation of your touch or try to control himself.

“Y-You could simply have said so in the first place.” Some of his composure returned quicker than you expected, though he still seemed a little shaken by your bold touch. He seemed to have no qualms with how you were touching him, though.

His eyes slipped closed, and several quiet ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s and other short, pleasant sounds drifted from his mouth. His hips flexed unbidden into your grasp, and a much loud moan was freed, only encouraging you to pump your hand more quickly over him.

His lips fluttered, and out came several half-formed starts that died away quickly, interrupted by another sound of pleasure. You couldn’t hold back a small chuckle, grinning at somehow rendering Theodore nearly speechless, if only temporarily. You were used to him getting embarrassed when he misunderstood something and had to be corrected, or the way he stalled when it came to his ‘sinful’ feelings about you, but it was rare that it was quite so difficult for him to speak. Not that you could blame him, not after he’d put you in a similar state in the past.

You sped up your pace more, shifting motion from long, firm strokes of his length, to focusing your attention only on the weeping head of him until he was breathing heavily. Hands occupied, you leaned toward him, unable to resist planting a few featherlight kisses over his collarbone. He shivered, and when you began to lean back away, his hand between your shoulder blades stopped you.

“Oh, this…this feeling. I almost can’t take it,” he breathed and looking on his face again, you could make out the barest slivers of gold through his eyelids cracked open.

Despite his claim, he didn’t stop your hands, his hips instead moving to rock into your touch as if by their own accord. The palm still settled between your shoulders flexed, his fingers digging lightly into your skin.

The clench of his fingers and the pitch of his breathing was the best warning you had before he came, his attempts at speech dying away entirely and replaced with soft, bawdy noises that sent a shudder of your own down your back. Even among the hot spray of water still trickling down over you both, you still felt his cum splatter in hot jets against your torso, and you slowed your hand but didn’t stop completely.

You leaned forward again, leaving more affectionate kisses over his neck and collarbone, pumping your hand less and less until it lay still on his length. Theodore didn’t speak for a minute, catching his breath, and you waited with a smile on your face. You let go of him, kneeling for a second to retrieve the discarded washcloth, seeing as how you would both need a good cleaning now.

“Do…do showers with several people often involve that?” he asked, still a little breathless, and you had to hold back more laughter, lest you embarrass him again.

You shook your head, still grinning at him. “No, people can shower together without any of this. But I like you more than most people.”