#yozosora

"A maid outfit? I thought you had more creative tastes than this, Shintaro." Kuroha teases and again, his tone is strained. Shintaro's hands press into the mattress and makes it creak, he feels it dip out from underneath him. Warm breath on his cheek and Shintaro's body between his thighs.

"Isn't this how it usually starts?"

"Huh?"

"You and me on the bed and one of us tied to the bedpost. It's usually you that's tied up, though." Kuroha says, snickering, "And in a dress. "

"I thought I needed to change that." Shintaro says shortly.

A hand up that absurdly short skirt, pressing through the thin fabric of the stockings. Thin fingers pressing on the inside of his thighs, the ticklish spots and over his crotch.

"Not wasting any time, I see."

He's still talking too much. Shintaro shuts him up with a kiss.

Slow, deep, he bites Kuroha's lip. It's soft, he tastes cherries and a skilled tongue that reaches through until lungs start to strain.

That hand starts to move again, more insistent, even as Shintaro moves downward. Pulling the ribbon on the collar of the dress with his teeth, watching the fabric loosen to reveal more pale skin underneath.

"You sure...do like ribbons a lot. Nnh..."

He feels Kuroha shiver as he bites down on the soft curve on his neck, feels his pulse jump. The salt of his sweat, the scent of sickly-sweet rose perfume and the sounds of Kuroha starting to react.

This close, so loud. He's never focused on these sensations much.

The buttons snap easily under his clumsy fingers, he feels Kuroha's body start as he leans in for a taste.

"...!"

"What's the matter? You're reacting already." Shintaro taunts. Kuroha feels the words rather than hears it, he grits his teeth at the thrumming sensations in his body.

"That's...mostly because you've done this a lot. Hh...you have a fetish for...h-haa! You have a fetish for it, right?"

"What, you're still sore from last time?"

"M-maybe."

Kuroha still hasn't lost his grin, though. Shintaro feels the other boy's legs press against his torso and sees his smirk.

"Clearly, last time...this morning wasn't enough for you."

"Not for you, either."

He flips the skirt up fully, his nails picking at the soft fabric of Kuroha's stockings. Soft on his teeth, he hears the fabric rip as he tears through it. Over his thigh and his crotch, over those ridiculously skimpy panties.

"Ggh! Nnh...!"

Oh, he's definitely starting to react now.

Nails dragging along Kuroha's hips as he takes his dick in his mouth. Probably hard enough to bruise.

He's half-hard already.

Feels him squirm, the mattress dips and through the silk and lace, he tastes bitterness.

"Enough...already!"

Like hell.

It's not everyday he can have this arrogant asshole squirm under his touch.

He was going to enjoy every minute of it.

So he thinks as he plucks at the lace, watches it fall away.

The clink of his belt and he straightens up. Wiping his mouth.

Looking at the shambling mess of need in front of him.

A teasing expression, unraveling at the seams.