Some kind of satisfaction, Princess Princess (Yuujiro/Tohru)
Title: Some kind of satisfaction Author/Artist: shimyaku Rating: R Warnings: touching, insinuated blow-job (nothing overtly graphic) and large amounts of snark Prompt: Princess Princess - Yuujiro/Tohru - crossdressing - all dressed up with nowhere to go Word count: 655 Summary: When the day's scheduled Princess appearance is cancelled, what on Earth does one do to pass the time? A/N: Late late late late late... orz
Yuujiro smacked his lips together as he withdrew his head from beneath several layers of petticoats, exhaling loudly as he sat back on his heels. He made a conscious effort to not look upward, knowing exactly what he'd see, instead pulling a mask of indifference over his face and tending blindly to his hair, intent on keeping his fingers busy. One never knew what his fingers would get up to should they be left to their own devices, especially with the other boy standing in front of him like this - they'd surely get him into trouble one day.
"You know Tohru, it's a pity I'm not more inclined towards the kinky side of things, because I'd probably turn out to be the most satisfied guy in this whole infernal school. And all things considered, that's kinda sad."
The blue-haired male looked down from where he rested against a desk, noting the clearly swollen appearance of Yuujiro's lips and the dishevelment of his hair, which wasn't improving despite the hands attempting to pat it down. He couldn't help but scoff at the other's words as they met his ears, wondering how on earth he got away with saying such outrageous things. Shihoudani really was something else.
"Yeah, says you who's wearing pink frills and just sucked me off from underneath a maids dress," he shot back.
"Didn't hear you complaining."
Tohru felt his still-flushed face heat up even more, knowing well that there was no honest way to contend the statement. Sure, he wasn't gay as such, but damn, he couldn't deny the desire he felt when Yuujiro decided to violate him under his skirts like that, although it was slightly embarrassing to think about. The other seemed to be staring directly at him now, a particular glint in his eye, and one of his hands had suddenly found its way beneath his dress again, tugging on the pannier's edge before landing itself on his thigh. What did Yuujiro think he was doing? He didn't like it when the blonde got that look on his face...
"What are you doing?"
"Contemplating," came the immediate answer.
"Dare I ask?"
"Oh, just wondering..." Shihoudani paused, eyes darting momentarily to the table at the side. "Mmm... If I fucked you over that desk right now, do you reckon Natashou-senpai would notice that our outfits smell like sex?"
"What?!"
"Bah, nothing. Just hypothesising."
Kouno frowned. "Well, stop it."
The blonde grit his teeth, knowing that if the other continued to react this way, his chances of convincing Tohru would be at bare minimum. But seriously, what did he think he was doing? Getting the best blow-job around, and then expecting to just leave Yuujiro unsatisfied? So not going to happen.
"What if I don't wanna stop? I just got you off, it's only right I should get a little something in return." Yuujiro looked his friend up and down. "And you are wearing a maid's dress. Maids exist to provide services to their master's, do they not? If that bothers you, you could just think of it as part of your job."
"In no way are you my master, Shihoudani, let's get that straight. And I shouldn't even be in this dress - it's been hours since Arisada-senpai cancelled our appearance at the Badminton Tournament, we should have changed and gone back to our rooms already. Not to mention Natashou-senpai would flip if he--"
"But then we would've gotten all dressed up for no reason! At least this way we're getting some fun out of it, don't you agree?" Yuujiro pulled the blue-haired boy close to his body, a stray hand creeping under his dress to grasp his spent length. The blonde leaned in close to Tohru's ear, whispering as he started to stroke the flesh in his palm.
"Pretty please, Tohru? I'd really love to see what Natashou-senpai will do when he sees the stains on your skirts."