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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      John_Egbert/Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Crossdressing, Slight_Voyeurism, Catboys, Frottage, Dirty_Talk, Mentions
      of_DaveJake, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-08 Words: 2330
****** Sailor Fuku ******
by Muucifer
Summary
     "He was a completely different person, wide eyed and frail looking."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
John watched himself in the mirror; feeling the way the ruffles brushed his
thighs and left him feeling open. He pressed his hands down into it, bunching
the fabric up and letting it fall again. It was what’d he’d been waiting for,
the light blue material barely reaching mid thigh, pleated and high waisted.
The white of his shirt nearly blended into it where it was tucked in, puffed
out around his waist. Near the top was a sailor collar adorned with a large
bow; its trails dancing down his stomach. His fingers tremble when he smoothes
out the flap over his shoulders, tugs the bow just right, and drops his hands.
When his thighs rubs together as he twists and turns, watching the skirt fluff
up and float back down, the stockings he’s added to the outfit slide together.
His fluffy black tail twists around his ankle, trying to not force the skirt
up. He knew what he would see, those delicate lace edges and sheer fabric
cupping him. Every movement made the odd garment tug and tighten around him and
if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he was glad he decided to spring
for the panties.
He hadn’t done his nails and looking at them now he wished he had. A blue the
color of his eyes would have accented his get-up perfectly, but he couldn’t go
out like this to remedy the problem. Although, it’d be hard to tell it was him.
A bow tied around a chunk of hair had a set of small tingly bells attached that
jingled when he flicked his ears and kept part of his bangs out of his face.
He’d thought about lipstick or makeup of some sort, but had settled for a quick
swipe of strawberry lipgloss he’d stole from Jade’s room. He was a completely
different person, wide eyed and frail looking.
The first time this idea had crossed his mind, he thought nothing of it. But
the more it started to show up, the more he considered it. And then it was
something he was looking up, google searches late at night for feminine
clothing and pastel colors. It was a conversation he’d overheard that sprung
him into action. It was Dirk telling Dave how much he liked these types of
clothes- the outfits from his anime shows, and Dave laughing it off and saying
how cute Jake would look in them. Dirk agreed but said John would look better;
he had the delicate curves for it.
John and Jake were both small, but where Jake was still built like a male, with
only a slightly tapered waist and taut muscles, John was all slim curves and
narrow waist. That tiny flicker of hope that Dirk would like how he looked made
his heart race. Prompted him into buying the stuff he’d been looking at every
night for nearly a month. If only he could work up the nerve to go see him. He
wouldn’t though, not yet.
With that, he wandered back to the bed, setting himself down daintily. He’d
shaved his legs, though now he realised it didn’t matter much. The opaque white
socks hid his legs, hid all the masculine lines of them. When he bent over to
grab the shoes- small black things with a single buckle and heels, typical mary
jane type- the bell around his throat made a noise and bobbed against his adams
apple. Once the shoes were fastened, he sat back up and toyed with the bell,
rolling it around in his hands.
Would Dirk like the collar? John wasn’t even sure if Dirk would like any of
this. Maybe he’d just gone with what Dave said and hadn’t meant any of it.
Maybe Dirk actually did like Jake more. Of course he liked Jake more, he always
went on about how nice his ass was. Thinking back, he couldn’t remember Dirk
ever saying anything like that to him, despite Dirk being quite vocal to Jake.
If he didn’t know better, he’d say the two were dating. But Jake was dating
Dave. That had been a shock, actually. John would have bet money on Jake and
Dirk. The more he thought about all the reasons Dirk would see him and leave
the room, the more worried he got.
With a sigh, he flopped back against the covers of his bed. Admittedly, it made
him feel good about himself. He enjoyed the way it felt on his skin and the way
it hugged his body. John felt nice, he felt pretty. His heels clacked when he
shifted his legs apart slightly. It was unconscious, just wanting to be more
comfortable. But the way it opened his thighs and exposed what was under his
skirt made his fingers itch.
He was only semi thinking about it when he rested a hand on the waistband of
the skirt, fiddling with it as he stared up towards the ceiling. It wandered
lower, sliding under the top until the touch of silky lace brought his
attention back down. More determined, he slipped his hand under the material
and let his fingers ghost over the head of his length. A quiet gasp bubbled out
of his throat and he twitched under his own ministrations.
Determined, he wrapped his hand around himself and gave a light tug, pleased
noises tumbling out of his mouth. It didn’t take him long to work up a rhythm,
but the skirt was constricting his movements, he needed more and he wasn’t
getting it. With a huff, he pulls his hand back and pulls the bottom of the
skirt up before shoving his hand back into the panties. He leaves the garment
on, wants it on.
Airy noises fill the room, needy and gasping as he fondles himself. Rubbing his
hand up and down, smearing the beads of pre forming before massaging his balls
and teasing over his entrance and perineum. He tosses his head back, burying
his face in the sheets to try to stifle the sounds to no avail.
Of course, if he had then maybe he would have heard the sound of the door
clicking open. But he doesn’t. So he continues under the watchful eye of his
visitor. Everything is on view to him, from John’s legs shaking slightly as he
tries to not kick out or curl up to the way his fingers clench and unclench
around his cock under the sheer covering.
And obviously, his visitor doesn’t mind. Eyes scanning over every minute
movement John makes, soaking it all in. It was a lovely sight, one he’s glad
he’s intruded upon. For a moment, he considers leaving the brunette to his
business. A name stops him as he turns around.
“Dirk,” It’s nearly silent, but it’s pleading and wanting and beautiful. He
hesitates in the doorway, then he shuts the door and turns back around. Dirk
expected John to have been looking at him, but his blue eyes are still squeezed
shut and hidden in the blankets. He slinks forward until he’s hovering over the
younger teen, then without a word he kneels on the bed and leans over John.
John’s eyes flash open, hand scrambling away from himself until Dirk lays one
of his over it to hold it still. He wants to run, cry, hide, do something but
all he can think is Dirk. Dirk’s there, Dirk’s there with him and he’s not
running away. His face floods with heat even as he tries to hold Dirk’s gaze.
Orange eyes pierce into his, but they’re lovely and tender. Dirk curls his
fingers and he sees stars.
He keens, loud and wanting as Dirk links their fingers and begins moving them
together along his erection. His hips buck up against Dirk, rocking into the
air as the blonde pulls both their hands away and tuts at him. John whimpers,
heels skidding across the floor when he tries to gain purchase to buck up
harder. But Dirk just throws one legs over John’s and straddles his lap. Fluffy
black ears press flat against his head and his tail swishes around near Dirk’s
knee sulkingly. Dirk’s own are pointed mischievously and his tail caresses the
smaller boy’s knees.
Dirk doesn’t stop moving his hand even when he sneaks the other up John’s chest
to press against his mouth. A little pink tongue darts out to lap at it
curiously until Dirk shoves the digits inside.
“Suck.”
John does it without thinking too hard as to why Dirk wants him to. He swipes
the flat of his tongue along the pad, twists around it and pulls it farther in
as he suckles and drools over it. Dirk digs them down into John’s tongue,
forcing his jaw open. The open space is occupied quickly by Dirk’s mouth. He
attacks John’s mouth, probing over every inch of the slick crevice under his;
sucking the muscle limp under his own into his mouth. John moans into Dirk’s
mouth, the sound swallowed by the taller teen hungrily.
It’s a sudden weight over his crotch that makes John pull back, just enough to
see the hardness resting against his hip, confined by Dirk’s pants. His free
hand goes for it, rubbing it through the denim. Dirk groans, jerking down into
the smaller fingers. John untangles his other hand from his bottoms and fumbles
with the button and zipper, getting them undone after a few shaky attempts.
Dirk makes a low noise of approval when John gives him a few tentative strokes.
Before he can do much else, Dirk’s got his hips in a bruising grip and they’re
rearranging until John’s on his lap, thighs framing Dirk’s waist as their
erections press together through the fabric of their clothes. John mewls at the
pressure, Dirk grinding against him slow and steady. His nails dig into John’s
sides, leaving crescent moons in the pale flesh.
John tilts his head to the side when Dirk nudges him, the Strider tucking
against his neck. Dirk’s teeth work over the skin, affectionately nipping and
nibbling it. They soon turn harsher, into mark-leaving bites. Love-bites will
cover his shoulders tomorrow, but it feels wonderful with the sharp heavy
rolling of their hips together.
Dirk holds him tight against his chest, arms trapping him there and body
pinning him from all directions. John doesn’t try to struggle, doesn’t want to
struggle. Everything’s so good, so hot, he needs more but he’s so close and he
can feel Dirk growing close as well. Dirk’s breath is warm as it breezes across
his neck and up his jaw, the blonde nuzzling him gently. He curls one hand back
around John, pushing his underwear out of the way.
“Come on John, so pretty, such a good kitty.” Another needy whimper escapes his
throat as John continues to thrust back against Dirk’s body and Dirk’s hand;
desperately seeking the end that’s nearly there. It crashes over him, filling
him up and washing him. His back arches away from Dirk, tight and constrained
as he holds himself off the bed. He releases in the small space between their
stomachs, coating Dirk’s abs with white globs that stick to him and leave thin,
glistening trails connecting them. The skirt is a mess, crumpled up around his
waist and getting part of the mess squished into it.
Dirk doesn’t stop moving against him, even when John tries to pull away, too
sensitive to stand the stimulation any longer. Then Dirk’s reaching his peak as
well, body stilling and muscles tightening. He bows his head and sinks his
teeth roughly into John’s shoulder, nearly breaking flesh but not quite. John
yelps, body spasming a final time and adding to the sloppy area he’d made.
Dirk’s cock twitches along his inner thigh, spilling his own material onto
John’s hip.
John collapses backwards, taking Dirk with him. Dirk supports his weight with
his elbows until he hoists himself up and flops down on his side next to John.
The little brunette snuggles down against him, not even bothering to deal with
their mess. Dirk has other ideas and pushes John away longer enough to find
some tissues and clean them up. Once somewhat presentable, Dirk twines his body
around John’s and combs through the messy black locks tickling his cheek.
John pecks his jaw, neck, cheek, collarbones, anywhere he could reach. He holds
his lips against the golden skin until Dirk tilts his head up to look him in
the eyes. Their lips meet again, slow and easy instead of frantic and wanting.
“Nice outfit.”
“Thanks, I actually got it for,” John swallows, “You.”
Dirk chuckles, John watching him with shock across his features. Dirk looks…
young, when he smiles. John doesn’t fight the urge to kiss him again. And
again.
“I figured you did, I mean unless you secretly have a thing for sailor fuku as
well.” John gives him a look so Dirk hushes him with yet another kiss, letting
this one linger against John’s now slightly red tinged lips.
“I like you. I wanted to get your attention. I thought you still liked Jake.”
Once he started he couldn’t stop, everything pouring out of his mouth even when
his mind screams at him to shut up. Instead of laughing at him or getting mad
or any of the other three-thousand negative effects John thought it’d have,
Dirk nods.
“I like you. I mean yeah, Jake’s got a nice ass and I did like him for a while.
But he’s fucked Dave and I don’t want to touch anything my little brother has
had his dick in.”
John snorts and hides in Dirk’s neck. He feels slightly chapped lips on the
corner of his eye; Dirk’s breathing evening out as he dozes off. John settles
down as well, curling his body into the shape of Dirk’s. John’s tail creeps
around until it can wind itself with Dirk’s, holding the two of them together
in their sleep.
End Notes
     This was a request I took the other night. She told me to write my
     OTP, then she picked DirkJohn out of the list and then I had someone
     else request catboys so yeah kind of two requests in one.
     Beta'd by this_lovely_dear.
     Requests are open, if anyone wants me to write a short drabble for
     them. Length depends on how enthusiastic I am, but they'd be at least
     300 words. Drop me a request/prompt/pairing/whatever over at Lucifer-
     Writes
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