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(fic) sk8 the infinity | joe/cherry
happy maid day! nsfw
"Are you sure this has to be a special occasion only?" Kojiro asks, with a lapful of Kaoru and his skirts. He grins even when he gets a face full of Kaoru's prop feather duster, his hand sliding under the black and white material of Kaoru's skirt, sliding along the smooth warmth of his stockings.
"Please," Kaoru bites out, and the square collar of his outfit makes no secret of how the blush he's wearing is a full-bodied one. "Your brain short-circuited so hard when you got home, I thought you'd actually done some damage. You couldn't deal with this on a regular basis."
There's some truth to Kaoru's words. Kojiro had only joked about how he wanted to come home to his husband in a maid outfit doing his half of the chores someday. He didn't expect Kaoru to follow through. He should have. Just like he should have expected that Kaoru would pull it off this well.
"Well then, I'd better appreciate this thoroughly, hm?" Kojiro grins up at him, squeezing Kaoru's butt through his stockings.
The sound Kaoru makes is entirely undignified and Kojiro loves it. He squeezes again, then slides his other hand under Kaoru's skirt as well, palming him slowly and firmly.
"Kojiro," Kaoru gasps, the feather duster clattering to the ground. He grips Kojiro's shoulders with both hands, fingers digging in hard enough to leave ten little bruises. He looks like he's about to say more, but his eyes flutter shut as Kojiro slides his hand back and forth. Kaoru's mouth is working, but he doesn't make a sound, until he drops his forehead against Kojiro's shoulder with a soft whimper.
"Should I take this off?" Kojiro asks, hooking his index finger over the waistband of Kaoru's stockings. He tugs gently, making Kaoru nod and dig his fingers in a little harder. Kojiro lets out a small rumbling laugh, taking one of Kaoru's hands into his own and guiding it between their bodies. Kojiro guides it to his own cock, letting Kaoru feel just how hard he is already. He tightens his grip around Kaoru, enough to make his entire body jerk with a low cry.
"Shh baby," Kojiro murmurs against his ear. "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to tidy up, but I'm gonna make a mess of you first."
"Are you sure this has to be a special occasion only?" Kojiro asks, with a lapful of Kaoru and his skirts. He grins even when he gets a face full of Kaoru's prop feather duster, his hand sliding under the black and white material of Kaoru's skirt, sliding along the smooth warmth of his stockings.
"Please," Kaoru bites out, and the square collar of his outfit makes no secret of how the blush he's wearing is a full-bodied one. "Your brain short-circuited so hard when you got home, I thought you'd actually done some damage. You couldn't deal with this on a regular basis."
There's some truth to Kaoru's words. Kojiro had only joked about how he wanted to come home to his husband in a maid outfit doing his half of the chores someday. He didn't expect Kaoru to follow through. He should have. Just like he should have expected that Kaoru would pull it off this well.
"Well then, I'd better appreciate this thoroughly, hm?" Kojiro grins up at him, squeezing Kaoru's butt through his stockings.
The sound Kaoru makes is entirely undignified and Kojiro loves it. He squeezes again, then slides his other hand under Kaoru's skirt as well, palming him slowly and firmly.
"Kojiro," Kaoru gasps, the feather duster clattering to the ground. He grips Kojiro's shoulders with both hands, fingers digging in hard enough to leave ten little bruises. He looks like he's about to say more, but his eyes flutter shut as Kojiro slides his hand back and forth. Kaoru's mouth is working, but he doesn't make a sound, until he drops his forehead against Kojiro's shoulder with a soft whimper.
"Should I take this off?" Kojiro asks, hooking his index finger over the waistband of Kaoru's stockings. He tugs gently, making Kaoru nod and dig his fingers in a little harder. Kojiro lets out a small rumbling laugh, taking one of Kaoru's hands into his own and guiding it between their bodies. Kojiro guides it to his own cock, letting Kaoru feel just how hard he is already. He tightens his grip around Kaoru, enough to make his entire body jerk with a low cry.
"Shh baby," Kojiro murmurs against his ear. "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to tidy up, but I'm gonna make a mess of you first."