Kai Is a simp

Summary: Kalpas tries on lingerie for the first time and surprises reader with his…enthusiasm.

“Really? Silk? Do I look like a silk kind of guy to you?” Kalpas squints at you, holding up the bra that would accompany the bikini cut panties around his hips. “What about the, uh, the mesh looking ones. They look cool.”

Who knew he would be so unabashed about trying on lingerie. You sigh and take a black sheer mesh bra and panties combo, offering the hanger to him as he strips the silk panties. “You have interesting taste, Kalpas.”

“Hey, I think I look badass in these!” He insists, putting on the panties easily enough but struggling with the bra. Well, it’s more of two triangles strung together with a slit in the middle of each cup, so you don’t blame him for taking a while to figure it out.

“The triangles go on your tits, dear,” you tell him bemusedly, hiding a smile behind your hand when he thanks you absentmindedly.

Once he has the set on, he holds his arms akimbo and grins at you, posing and flexing his muscles. “Mesh looks better than silk, doesn’t it?” For once, you don’t feel like arguing with him. Not when you can see his cock clearly straining against the delicate, fine mesh, already dripping from the tip. When his pink nipples poke out of the slits, perky and diamond hard.

“Mmm, that’s one way to put it,” you purr, taking a seat and crossing your legs. “Why don’t you try this on?” A hanger with what looks like a mesh jockstrap is offered to him.

Kalpas takes one look at it and grumbles, “Did Elysia put you up to that?”

“Elysia?”

“Yeah, she’s always mumbling something about me wearing jockstraps.” He sighs but takes it anyway.

Ah, Elysia. “No, she didn’t,” comes your reply, though it’s somewhat distant as you watch him fumble with the jockstrap too. “I just wanted to see your ass exposed, that’s all.”

This time he can’t quite figure out which leg goes where. After a good while of swearing and stumbling and staring, Kalpas finally gets it and adjusts the straps on his ass as he looks at himself in the mirror. “Exposed, eh?” He twists and turns and finally angles himself so his back is to you, his head turned so he can still see you over his broad shoulder. “Well, that’s one way to put it.” He’s mocking you now, you’re sure, but you’re so distracted by the toned globes of his perfect ass that you don’t really care.

Biting your lip, you cross and uncross your legs. “Bend over, baby.” You can’t resist yourself.

To your surprise, he doesn’t argue, only smirks as he bends down as far as he can, his knees locked so his ass is perfectly displayed. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.” Your voice trails off and you stand up, moving to him so you can squat right in front of his ass. “Now stay there a while, baby.” Pressing a kiss to his ass cheek, you shoot him a nasty grin from between his legs. “I want to have some fun.”

With his asshole exposed to you, his cock and balls held in a mesh sling just below it, you press a kiss to that tight hole, that winking ring of muscles that brings you so much joy. Well, him too. Kalpas jumps when you lick around the rim, sucking on the tender skin and biting down on the mound of his taint until he’s shaking, his hands gripping at his shins so tightly that his skin starts to bruise.

It’s only when his asshole is absolutely dripping with saliva and his cock has slipped out of the mesh that you stop and stand up. Kalpas is moaning softly under his breath, all of his concentration on balancing himself and not falling over.

“How’s the lingerie feel, baby?”

He swallows a couple of times before he replies, his body flexing under you as you spread his asscheeks wide. “G-good.” His answer is clipped, forced through gritted teeth. You don’t blame him though, not when you slip a hastily lubed finger into his willing ass. “Really good.”

“Now are you talking about the lingerie or my finger?” You can’t resist teasing him just a little longer.

A strained laugh bursts out of his mouth and Kalpas grins at you through the mirror. “Can’t it be both?”

Oh, he’s just so adorable. Adorable enough that you slip another finger in to reward him, turning your wrist so your fingertips dig against his prostate after a bit of searching.

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summary: you’re just here to hang out with draken, that’s all.

warnings: fluff

You watch Draken tinker on one of the bikes he was working on, bored out of your mind. You weren’t doing anything, but he was (sadly), so there was simply nothing to do. You let out a small sigh, sitting next to him as he fixes one of the gears in the motorbike.

“If you’re so bored,” he mutters, sparing you a glance, “you can leave. It won’t hurt my feelings.”

You give him a grin in response, laughing a little, “I wouldn’t dare leave my boyfriend alone—passing up the opportunity to spend time with him just doesn’t seem right, dont’cha think, Draken?” You lean forward, watching him closer, “Plus, I’ve never really watched you do this before.”

He narrows an eye, before going back to working on the bike. “Whatever,” he sighs, “Just don’t distract me.”

You lean onto your hand, continuing to watch him with a smile. “I have the best boyfriend,” you tease, gauging his reaction. “He’s very kind, did you know?”

Draken rolls his eyes, but he nods his head, a huff of a chuckle leaving his lips, “That so?”

You laugh a little, nodding as well, “Yeah. He’s always letting me bother him during work, too.” You glance over at the bike, and then his hands, eyes softening, “He’s always working hard, too… Making the best of life.”

The blonde stops for a second, pausing. “…” He silently smiles, his chest feeling light as he resumes back to working.

“I have the best boyfriend, too, then,” he slightly laughs.

You give him another grin, eyes-closed, “Do you?”

He nods his head, turning to you as well. He has a small smile on his face, and you were content to see him smile (though, you did feel like mush, once more). “I know I do,” he softly says, leaning towards you.

You raise a brow, smile turning slightly mischievous. “And what would you do, if your boyfriend was right in front of you?”

Draken chuckles, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I would kiss him on the forehead,” and trailed his lips down to your eye, hands holding yours, “and appreciate him.” He kisses you on the lips softly, a hint of a smile on his.

You laugh softly against the kiss, murmuring, “What do you know? I’d do the same.”

“Maybe we were just talking about each other then,” he teases, resting his sweaty forehead against yours, but you didn’t care.

It was just you and him; that’s all that matters.

“Maybe we were,” you chuckle, kissing him once more. “But I’m not complaining.”