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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Itsuki_Shu/Kagehira_Mika
  Character:
      Itsuki_Shu, Kagehira_Mika
  Additional Tags:
      Kitchen_Sex, medication_mention, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-09 Words: 2868
****** Pink Frilly Apron ******
by daphnerunning, Galiko
Summary
     “Oshi-san.” Mika fidgets. Shu is, and always has been, nothing but
     long, lean muscle, and now that his strength is building again from
     frequent practices, that’s all the more apparent, especially when his
     sleeves are rolled up and he’s in that frilly apron of his.
     (Shameless PWP. Valkyrie deserves fluff too.)
Notes
     Follows "Galatea" and "Mead in Valhalla" but all you need to know is
     that Shu & Mika are a couple and Mika takes medication for anxiety.
Withdrawal sucks. Mika has spent the past few weeks experiencing that, trying
to focus through anxiety and nerves and panic at the slightest sounds. There’s
no easy way to focus through swinging moods, either, and so having a simple
pill returned to him twice daily is a godsend, and the first week leaves him
breathing a sigh of relief.
 
…about most things.
 
The one thing that takes him by surprise is the sudden, distracting amount of,
uh, well—being horny again. All the time. Perpetually. To the point that he
can’t even look at Shu without feeling sweat gather at the back of his neck,
without feeling his chest tighten up, without feeling his dick get
distractingly, annoyingly hard in the middle of dance practice…
 
Mika tries to be good about it, but that’s easier said than done in the privacy
of Shu’s own home, and Mika has easy access to staring at him…and touching him.
 
“Oshi-san.” Mika fidgets. Shu is, and always has been, nothing but long, lean
muscle, and now that his strength is building again from frequent practices,
that’s all the more apparent, especially when his sleeves are rolled up and
he’s in that frilly apron of his. “Os…Shu. How long ‘till dinner’s ready?”
 
“You just ate a snack from the bakery on the way home,” Shu says curtly,
washing the rice. It’s hard not to feel as if he’s being scrutinized to an
absurd degree sometimes, and Mika is making it sort of strange, eyes following
him around the room. It’s enough to make him wonder if he’s done something
strange, something wrong--but Mika would have told him, or at least made it
obvious, wouldn’t he? Yes, he needs to remember that Mika is the worst at
keeping secrets. If there were something truly wrong, he’d know about it.
 
Still, there’s something deliciously distracting about hearing the way Mika
says his name now, turning it over against his lips like something delicious,
something he’s privileged to say.
 
“…Y-yeah.” Mika’s eyes fixate on the back of Shu’s neck, the little sparse bit
of pale skin that’s easily accessible to the eye when Shu turns around. He
swallows, glancing away to calm himself down for a moment. “I was
askin’…because if it’s somethin’ that needs some time, I was gonna…”
 
“If you need help with something, just spit it out already. You aren’t usually
so hesitant to cause me trouble.” Rice washed, Shu sets it on to cook, and
folds his arms, turning back around to raise an eyebrow. “I haven’t even
decided what to make yet. What do you need?”
 
“You.”
 
Mika feels his face flush hot, even as he’s on his feet already, slinking up
behind Shu and grabbing for his waist. “You’re jus’—sorry, I can’t stop lookin’
at you,” he breathes on a laugh, stuffing his face into the back of Shu’s neck
and immediately mouthing a warm, wet kiss there. “Shuuu…”
 
Oh.
 
 Oh.
 
Shu’s breath stutters, and his knees wobble, making him grip onto the kitchen
counter as he sways on his feet. The sudden wet heat of Mika’s mouth is enough
to make him gasp, startled into arousal as he sputters, “That...Mika...I mean,
Kagehira, you can’t simply--manhandle me to--ah, what are you trying--lower,
just a little--” Even if he doesn’t mean to, his head lolls to the side, baring
more skin involuntarily.
 
“But you’re so sexy, Shu, I can’t help it,” Mika murmurs, his own breath
escaping hot against Shu’s neck as he presses closer, unabashedly letting the
hard line of his cock rub against Shu’s ass through fabric. His fingers toy
with the ties of Shu’s apron, distracted and needy. “Mmnn, you should let me
put it in you right here…” Lowered inhibitions should be a side effect warning.
 
“Wh-what’s gotten into you?” Shu’s voice comes out breathy and startled, and
far less threatening than he’d intended. “You’re--don’t be so vulgar, you’re
acting l-like you just want to throw me over the counter and--”
 
He bites his lip on the rest, and on a moan, working its way out of his throat.
No need to give voice to those particular fantasies!
 
“Can I?” Mika’s voice comes out eager when he’d normally balk, wary that he’d
scare Shu, but it’s hard to be nervous about that when his cock is already this
hard and his fingers tremble from eagerness as they grab underneath Shu’s apron
at the fastenings of his trousers. His mouth fastens to the side of Shu’s neck,
his teeth gently nipping before he sucks, long and slow just above the curve
into Shu’s shoulder, his favorite place to mark up. “I’m gonna die if I don’t
get to be in you,” he groans, low and throaty and desperate.
 
Shu’s knees are just not listening to reason, apparently, because they buckle
further, enough that he needs to lean heavily on the counter to stay upright.
“H-honestly,” he says, breath quavering, “I don’t know what’s gotten into
you...” The idea of Mika getting into him sounds more than enticing, enough
that he bites his lip on another moan. He tries to stand, but winds up just
pushing back against the hard press of Mika behind him, then does it again, and
again, his mind clicking off as he grinds back, hip to hip.
 
That’s not a no, stop, and it’s far more of a yes, yes, yeswhen Shu grinds back
into him like that, hard and eager. Mika shudders, his fingers making swift
work of the fastenings of Shu’s trousers, and eagerly eases both them and
underwear down the curve of Shu’s ass, letting them slump down to his ankles.
“Jus’ want you,” he breathes, dragging a hand back to yank at his own pants,
freeing his cock and sucking in a sharp, ragged breath when he does. Lube
would be helpful, wouldn’t it? Mika shrugs to himself, snatching up the cooking
oil from the counter before Shu can complain about him using it, and a quick,
slick splash of that is more than enough.
 
Shorter he might be, at least it’s not so much in leg height, and with Shu bent
over the counter like this, Mika’s hand against his back to keep him there,
it’s easy to let his cock rub against Shu’s hole. Mika’s breath stutters when
he presses against it, biting his lip when the head of his cock rubs and drips
there before pushing in, just that first centimeter making his voice break on a
whimper. “God…Shu…”
 
This is too fast, far too fast, embarrassingly fast--just a moment ago Shu had
been washing rice--longer? No, his hand is still wet--and now Mika is in him,
spreading him wide with urgent, demanding thrusts into his body. His mouth
parts in a silent scream, then spikes in a high whine, something that sounds
completely unlike himself as he gasps for breath, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“Mika,” he whimpers, helpless, impaled and utterly unable to move, legs shaky,
spread to lower his body when Mika is just taking him however he likes. “Y-you-
-if you’re going to do it...”
 
He can’t make out the rest. His mind isn’t able to process that Mika is in him
yet, that he’d pulled his pants down and simply started fucking him over the
counter like a captive bride, stuffing him full on his own whims, and is
currently fucking cooking oil into his hole. His head drops down,
shoulderblades tense, and lets out a squeak. “Th-there, right--”
 
Mika lurches forward, covering Shu with his body, planting hot, urgent kisses
over the back of his neck, his shoulders, anywhere he can reach when he plants
a hand against the counter for more leverage, and muffles another groan into
his skin when he sinks in deeper. He tries to be careful, tries to be slower,
but it’s impossible when Shu is so hot around him, so pliant, and he fucks in
harder with a long, eager roll of his hips, burying his cock in as much as he
can. Sweat drips from his hairline, and he bites, unable to stop himself from
marking up that pale skin, just a little. “Shu,” Mika murmurs, his teeth
nipping in again, his breath hiccuping as he wraps an arm around Shu, his
fingers pawing up to pinch at his nipples. “Shu, Shu, y’feel so good, g-god,
jus’ let me…”  
 
One of Shu’s knees buckles completely, and his elbow slams into the counter. He
bites back a shout of pain, not wanting to give Mika the slightest excuse, the
smallest reason to stop when he’s half-sure he’s going to die, all sure he
wants to go like this, with Mika hot and hard and apparently desperate inside
him, biting and grabbing and pinching in ways that make him groan. He shoves
back, hungry now, needing cock almost as much as Mika obviously wants to give
it to him, mouth open as he pants, brow creased in overwhelming, almost brutal
pleasure stealing through him.
 
Lacy curtains ripple in the wind of the air conditioner, and through the window
Shu catches a glimpse of one of his elderly neighbors, shuffling along after
her dog. She could see me, Shu realizes in dawning horror, though his cock
doesn’t feel any less hard for it.
 
Finally, he just surrenders, shoving back shamelessly against Mika’s cock,
feeling it drill into him relentlessly, letting Mika hold him, tease him, fuck
him so good he sees stars. “Nnh--M-Mika...”
 
Mika’s face, his mouth is buried into Shu’s neck, panting when he isn’t biting
and kissing whatever part he can reach, marking up that soft skin all the more
when Shu grinds back against him, making sounds that seem like they’re out of
his wildest fantasies. His cock is so hard inside that he can’t breathe, can’t
think beyond shoving it in as deep as it’ll go, again and again, with Shu tense
and trembling around him, bowing over the counter, twitching whenever he
pinches and pulls on one of his nipples just right—
 
It’s a surprise when he comes so fast, but Mika doesn’t try to stop himself. He
groans long and low against Shu’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut, as his
cock pulses and throbs inside, and he ruts forward every last centimeter that
he can, spilling long and deep inside. It feels like a lot, especially when he
helplessly thrusts forward to milk out every drop, pretty sure he couldn’t stop
even if he tried at this point.
 
The idea of what they’ve just done--the knowledge that Mika has just yanked
down his pants and fucked him unceremoniously over the counter (and there’s no
denying that this is not lovemaking, this is Mika fucking him)--sinks into
Shu’s mind slowly, and he draws a ragged, trembling breath, fingers curling
against the counter. This Mika is a different beast, concerned with only his
own pleasure, horny and demanding and brusque, and Shu would be lying if he
said it didn’t shake him to the core. His body feels overwarm, frantic and
starving for touch, with shivers running up his spine. He butts back against
Mika, biting his lip. “Don’t...”
 
What can he say?
 
“Don’t...leave, just yet. I’m still...”
 
“Sorry,” Mika mindlessly mutters, shoving his face against Shu’s shoulder,
trembling fingers pawing their way down Shu’s front to fumble their way around
his cock. “S-sorry, I know, I got carried away, I…”
 
His own legs feel weak, like they’re going to fall out from underneath him at
any moment, but it doesn’t change the fact that his cock is already getting
hard again, just from how Shu shifts against him and from the way that Shu’s
cock feels in his hand. “Can’t help myself when y’look like this,” he admits on
a ragged laugh, running his thumb from the base to tip of Shu’s cock. “And when
I’m in you…”
 
“Mika, don’t--”
 
Shu’s yelp is lost when he pitches forward, head pressing against the cool tile
of the counter when his hips buck up into Mika’s hand, a frantic few seconds
until he spills over those long talented fingers, painting the wood of his
kitchen cabinets with his release.
 
He squeezes down when he comes, crying out when that makes Mika’s swelling cock
feel so much bigger, and he pushes back mindlessly, riding out his orgasm by
shoving back over and over, open-mouthed panting loud in the quiet kitchen. “A-
ah, you’re just--are you--are you doing it again?” he demands weakly.
 
“Not givin’ me a lot of choice there,” Mika pants out, tense and trembling as
he tries not to thrust too hard when Shu squeezes down around him like that,
but god, he’s only human. He whimpers, his head thumping down against Shu’s
shoulder when he plants both hands against the counter, helplessly thrusting
forward when his cock already decides it’s time to ache and throb anew, and
there’s just no convincing it otherwise. “Jus’—ahh—jus’ give me a second, this
won’t take long, promise—“
 
He’s not really sure he could take no for an answer, and so it’s a good thing
that he can just hold Shu down with a hand against his back, his fingers still
sticky from where Shu came over them. At least he knows himself, and when he’s
already overstimulated, already still riding every tremor from his last orgasm,
this won’t take long—and Mika’s not wrong about that when he desperately grinds
in, panting with every thrust, the sticky-slick slap of their skin together
making his vision blur.
 
He comes with a ragged, breathless groan, and this time, no matter how deeply
he buries his cock, there’s no helping how it drips out, leaving a trickling
streak down the inside of Shu’s thighs. Mika gulps, shutting his eyes, wobbling
and slumping forward against Shu’s back. Shu’s probably gonna kill me, is his
first thought, but it’s a dim one, especially when he finally feels so sated. 
 
Even through the boneless, lazy, sinfully good stupor Shu is in, the prickle of
shame courses through him when Mika’s seed slides out of his hole and down his
thigh. He draws in a shaky breath, trying to summon the energy for disdain, and
only arriving at embarrassment. He’d done this--he’d let Mika bend him over in
the middle of a conversation and just stick his cock in as if Shu is nothing
more than a conveniently warm hole. “Get...fetch me a washcloth,” he whispers,
not wanting Mika to look at him just yet. What if Mika is disappointed in him?
What if he’d expected Shu to be cooler about it, to push him around, to
haughtily refuse to yield? Instead, he’d been eager to the point of
promiscuity, and the thought makes him almost cringe. If it hadn’t been so
enjoyable...
 
“‘kay,” Mika somehow manages, stumbling back and barely of the mind to hike up
his own pants when he does, snatching up a washcloth from their appointed
kitchen drawer. “Ugh—sorry, sorry, was I too rough?” he starts to fret when one
glance at Shu, at the tension that immediately starts to bunch up his shoulders
again, makes nerves twist up in his stomach. “Y…y’were just…you always look so
cute in that apron, Oshi-san, and pretty, and I’ve been s-so horny lately I can
barely stand lookin’ at you without wantin’ to do things and…”
 
“It’s fine.” Shu grabs at the washcloth, face burning as he reaches down to
attend to the current problem with brisk, businesslike swipes. “I...hmph, I
suppose with your condition you’ll get a stomachache if we don’t talk about it,
won’t you?”
 
He turns to face Mika, even if his own cheeks are flaming red, raising his head
defiantly. “I don’t have any problem with things like this,” he says bluntly,
honestly, “as long as you continue to look at me the same way afterwards. So
ensure that you do.”
 
Mika blinks back at him, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he
nods furiously. “O-of course! I mean, isn’t…isn’t that what makes it really
hot?” he nervously asks, scrubbing his sweaty hair out of his face. “I think
so, at any rate, ‘cuz you bossin’ me around all the time and then me gettin’ to
do stuff like this where it’s the opposite…t-that’s the fun part.” He pauses,
and then adds, sheepishly, “An’ also, gettin’ back on my meds all normal again,
I’m, uh. It makes me really horny for the first few weeks, fair warnin’.”
 
“Incorrigible,” Shu mutters, rather annoyed with his body for deciding that
this is a very fun fact, and perhaps one he could mess with at intervals. “I
can’t believe I have this to look forward to for the near future. You’ll just
have to repay me somehow.”
 
Mika looks all the world like a dog ready to wag its tail to oblivion. “However
y’want, Oshi-san! I mean, the way I see it, bein’ less moody and scared and
waaaay more excited about havin’ a dick in my mouth is like, the best, so
anythin’ you want, just lemme know.”
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