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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Shigino_Hayato/Tachibana_Makoto
  Character:
      Shigino_Hayato, Tachibana_Makoto
  Additional Tags:
      Lemon, Dom/sub, Age_Difference, Aged-Up_Character(s), Future_Fic, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-26 Words: 1533
****** It's Going To Itch And Burn And Sting (You Want To See What The
Scratching Brings?) ******
by lisachan
Summary
     It's Culture Festival time again at Samezuka Academy, and now that
     Hayato's fifteen and attends the school he too is forced to go
     through the penance all freshmen had to undergo before him: wear a
     maid outfit.
Notes
     I am a despicable human being, but I enjoyed this so much.
  This work was inspired by
      Daddy_Dearest by lisachan
Makoto pushes him against the wall, his hand already traveling underneath
Hayato’s skirt, up along his thigh. Hayato bites at his own lips, trying to
keep his voice low, since he cannot keep it in entirely, no matter how hard he
tries. He thinks about his brother wandering the Culture Festival together with
his friends, Matsuoka, Nanase… of course Nanase’s there. Makoto and him must’ve
come together. But Makoto’s here with him, and this alone gives him such a
thrill that the one Makoto’s fingers are giving him almost pales in comparison.
“You better be quiet, Hayato-kun,” Makoto smiles playfully, leaving a tender
kiss behind his ear, “Your classmates are gonna hear you, if you keep
whimpering like this.”
“Coach Tachibana…” Hayato tries not to moan, closing his eyes shut and leaning
against the wall. Makoto’s hand’s halfway through already, his thumb passing
slowly over the frilly hem of his panties.
“You put girl’s panties on, Hayato-kun?” Makoto asks, leaving a little kiss
over his earlobe before sucking it into his mouth, “You’re so cute.”
He feels self-conscious, all of a sudden. He could’ve worn his swimsuit. He
could’ve worn normal underpants – but nobody was supposed to look under his
skirt, or to touch him there, for that matter. He just thought… he doesn’t even
know what he was thinking. He just thought he was going to see Coach Tachibana,
that he wanted to look pretty for him, pretty enough to deserve a reward.
He just didn’t expect it to come so soon, or at the Festival, anyway.
“C— Coach, I don’t think—“
“What?” Makoto whispers, covering the curve of his neck in kisses, “You don’t
want it?” his tongue drawing wet circles under his ear, “You don’t like it?”
Hayato closes his hands in fists against the wall, squeezing his thighs closed
when Makoto starts palming him. He traps his hand between his thighs, Makoto
can’t move it anymore, but he can still move his fingers, and he slowly rubs
his middle finger between his buttocks, through the light fabric of his
panties.
“I don’t…” he whispers. He thinks he should stop him, because this is
dangerous, and scary, and people could see them, find them out any second. His
heart is beating so fast. He’s already so hard his erection hurts. He thinks he
should stop him. He can’t. “I don’t know…” he whines.
Makoto smiles, pressing himself against him, crushing him gently against the
wall. “Don’t lie, Hayato-kun,” he says, “You know how disappointing that is.”
“I— I know, Coach Tachibana,” he nods, keeping his eyes closed. He feels
Makoto’s hardness pressed up against his ass, and it makes him wanna move. It
makes him wanna swing, see if he manages to rock his hips hard enough to make
the skirt come up, to feel him right against his skin, closer to his opening.
“Now, be a good boy and tell me the truth,” Makoto says, “And let me go. Do you
like it?”
“Yes, Coach Tachibana,” Hayato admits, parting his legs to let Makoto free to
move his hand. He instantly moves it up his crotch, slipping his fingertips
past the hem of his panties to reach for his cock underneath, stroking it
lightly.
“And do you want it?”
“Yes,” Hayato’s voice breaks a little when Makoto’s thumb passes over the head
of his cock, already wet and gleaming with a few drops of pre-come.
Makoto can’t keep a short chuckle in as he strokes him a little faster. “Tell
me,” he says, “What is it exactly you want?”
“Coach Tachibana…” Hayato whines again, bending over as much as the wall’s
proximity lets him, just to push his ass agaist Makoto’s crotch in a desperate
attempt to feel him, and to invite him to cut this short, to just give it to
him, praying to God this is not one of those days in which he refuses, “Please,
don’t… don’t make me talk. I can’t… can’t keep my voice down. They’ll hear me.”
“Mmh,” Makoto tilts his head, pushing his nose past the collar of the maid
dress, to leave a half-wet kiss on the curve of Hayato’s shoulder, “Then you’ll
have to be so good they won’t hear a thing,” he says.
Hayato moans, biting at his bottom lip as his legs shake. Makoto’s jerking him
off at a steady pace, now, his fingers moving quite fast up and down his
hardness, making its head rub insistently against the lace of his panties, the
movement sending shivers running up and down his spine in violent jolts,
especially when it’s naked and bare and Makoto’s fingers aren’t there to
protect it, as oversensitive as it is.
“I…” he starts off, moistening his dry lips as he tries to contain the noises
of pleasure coming naturally to his lips, “I want you to take me, Coach…”
“Take you?” Makoto smiles, nosing his neck as he keeps jerking him off, “But I
already have you, Hayato-kun.”
“No…” Hayato whines, trying to push back, “I mean, yes, but…” he whines again,
a broken sob coming out from his throat before he can stop it, “I meant I… I
want you to fuck me, Coach Tachibana.”
“You do?” Makoto smiles again, covering his cheek in kisses. He slows down the
movement of his hand, and Hayato, who was this close to come already, suddenly
feels his climax slip out of his reach, and it feels like an unbearable loss,
and he starts crying, as silently as he possibly can.
“Coach…” he sobs, “Please, don’t stop.”
“You said you want me to fuck you,” Makoto points out, his fingers still moving
around his cock, excruciatingly slow, “Here? With only a curtain covering us?
With so many people beyond it, knowing they could hear you and come here and
find you with my cock buried inside your body?”
“Yes!” Hayato raises his voice, Makoto’s words resonating like some kind of
calling inside him, making his body ache for more, “Yes, please, Coach, I can’t
take it anymore.”
“Hayato-kun,” Makoto smiles against his jaw and then licks it, a wet line
moving from his chin to his ear, “I won’t.”
Hayato sobs loudly, and then bites at his inner cheek to try and keep it in.
“But I’m…”
“Sssh,” Makoto says, starting to move his hand around his cock again, “I won’t
fuck you,” he says, talking in whisper to his ear, “Because I can’t. Believe
me, I want to,” he adds, his voice a little rough, crawling in a deep, dark
shiver underneath Hayato’s skin, “But I want to fuck you so hard you can’t help
scream my name. And I can’t have that here, can I? No, I can’t. So be a good
boy and concentrate on my hand.”
Hayato feels desperate and on the edge to start screaming, but Makoto’s voice
calms him down. The way it vibrates against his skin reminds me of a soft,
powerful purring, and Hayato concentrates on that sound, and on the movement of
Makoto’s hand, and as he keeps his eyes closed he starts rocking his hips
again, pleasure pooling up quickly in his underbelly, getting him to the point
of feeling his climax approach once again and then pushing over that thin line
that brings his orgasm over, making him jerk his hips forward as his entire
body’s passed through a wave of pure electricity that leaves him spent, unable
to keep himself straight on his legs alone.
He leans backwards, knowing Makoto will catch his fall, and obviously he does.
He wraps his strong arms around his shoulders and draws him in for a warm,
bear-like hug, as he kisses him on his temple.
“Feeling better, now?” Makoto asks sweetly.
Hayato smiles, turning his head to ask for a kiss. “Yes, Coach,” he says.
Makoto kisses him slowly, holding a hand over his chest to feel it, before he
can hear it, when his breathing and his heartbeat go down. “You’re not nervous
anymore, are you?”
“No,” Hayato shakes his head, smiling gratefully, “You always know how to calm
me down.”
“That’s what I’m here for, right?” Makoto jokes, and Hayato laughs, pressing
his lips against his in a soft kiss again.
“Thank you, Coach,” he says. “Will I see you later again?”
“Ah,” Makoto chuckles, “We’ll have to ask Haru-chan about that, won’t we?”
“Just for a couple hours,” Hayato insists, clinging to him, “I promise I’ll let
you come back home for tonight.”
“It’s not your place to decide, Hayato-kun,” Makoto answers, kindly but firmly,
stroking his cheek, “You know that. Be a good boy.”
Hayato sighs, but surrenders, letting go of him. “Alright,” he says, nodding,
“I’m sorry if I overstepped, Coach.”
Makoto laughs out loud, pulling him in for another hug. “You’re so cute,
Hayato-kun,” he says, “And this dress looks perfect on you,” he adds with a
little wink, before he walks away.
Hayato bites at his bottom lip for a moment, his cheeks flushed, his stomach
tying up in knots as he replays Makoto’s voice in his head a thousand times. He
prays Nanase says yes. Even though he knows if he was in his shoes, he probably
wouldn’t.
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