PT's name is shortened to Psy, AT's to Arc. In case you missed the summary and before you got confused, haha!
Pairing: PTAT (Add selfcest).
Nighttime. Bus rides this late were normally quiet and empty. Half the lights were on, the ones in the front of the bus, so the back was cast in gentle darkness. Arc and Psy sat together, pressed tightly together. Psy breathed heavily, a deep blush on his normally cocky face.
"What's the matter, dear?" Arc asked innocently. There were six other people on the bus, minus the driver. He really didn't know what had gotten into himself. Maybe it was the thought that Psy was so excited over a small bet they'd had about how their visit to Elesis's place would go. Psy had rightfully won; it had gone better than they'd both expected. Psy's end of the bet was that if he won, they'd have to fuck. All night. No rests, no stopping, not cuddles, no gentleness. Well, outside of the foreplay, he'd excepted.
Psy shot Arc a smoldering look. "Fuck you," he spat. "You know full well what's wrong with me." He was hard. Painfully hard. His jeans were obviously tented, and would have been easily seen were it not for the lighting and the backpack he held in his lap. Arc had taken the cover ups to heart and was lightly stroking his left hand against Psy's boner.
"mmh~ You'll get to do that when we get home. I promised, didn't I? I bet you can't wait to get back, though, hmm? To finally bend me over and have your merry, disgusting way with me."
The dark-clad tracer growled deep in his throat and trust roughly against Arc's hand, earning a soft gasp and a quiet moan. "You'd be right. Abso-fucking-lutely right. I'm gonna fucking tie you to your bed and screw you until you're hoarse. Then, when you think that tight little hole of yours can't take anymore, I'm gonna keep on shoving myself into it. I'm gonna fucking making you scream." Arc gritted his teeth, almost as if he were trying not to react, trying to keep his cool, and Psy pounced on the opportunity. "Oh? You like that idea? You want me to make you choke on the very thing you're rubbing right now, don't you? You've always been the secretly kinky one, Arc. You're so pretty and the girls love you so much, but I wonder how they'd react if they found out what that suave mouth of yours does at night. I wonder how they'd feel if I told them you love gagging yourself on my cock."
Arc was about to reply when the bus called their stop. The white-clad tracer stood suddenly, grabbing his own backpack. He hunched over. "Quiet as it's kept," he hissed over his shoulder, pulling the cable so they could disembark, "they may or may not know already. I'll never tell." Psy stood slowly, chuckling. Arc glared. "Wipe that fucking stupid smirk off your face."
"You didn't deny it."
"I'm not going to confirm nor deny any of those heinous accusations. You and your vulgar pillow talk have no place on public. You know that very well." He busied himself with his hair, combing his shaky fingers through the bangs in front of his left eye. Psy noticed.
"I really can't wait to fuck you until you can't stand straight."
Arc stiffened, then whimpered quietly.