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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Morisawa_Chiaki/Takamine_Midori
  Character:
      Morisawa_Chiaki, Takamine_Midori
  Additional Tags:
      Omegaverse, slight_dubcon, Crossdressing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-19 Words: 5500
****** The Girls' Uniform ******
by ChiakiP
Summary
     Chapter 1: Midori's alpha presentation comes at the worst time.
Notes
     Since I'm the only Chiaki P who doesn't like Chia/Kana and the only
     Mido/Chia fan who likes Bottom Chiaki, I guess I have to provide all
     the content myself
     This will likely be a series for my own amusement, so feel free to
     send me requests or suggestions! For now, there's this. Thank you for
     reading!
     I was able to finish this just in time for Chiaki's birthday!! I love
     you Chiaki!!
April Fools’ was really only an American holiday, but someone got wind of it
and suggested they do a joke “Dream Festival” as a one-day-only slack day. No
one really seemed up for it, though, because of how seriously they all took
their school events, and most took the “joke” Dream Fes as something that would
damage their unit’s reputation. However, Chiaki – who always liked to have fun
with every event, jumped at the chance to do something interesting outside of
his usual unit performances. As the captain of the Basketball club team he
could easily make them do his bidding – although Subaru always seemed
interested in anything fun, Mao and Midori took a little more convincing.

Eventually the two gave in to their more excitable comrades’ begging, and they
set to planning their joke event. Since they were a sports’ team and a lot of
female fans were disappointed their last Sports Festival event didn’t feature
proper “cheer” uniform, they decided to run another “cheer” campaign. To
Chiaki’s disappointment they were only able to dig up one Yumenosaki girls’
cheer uniform, since most of the school’s population was male, it wasn’t likely
they’d find any more. Midori seemed especially incredulous when Chiaki
suggested they draw straws to see who got to wear the skirt.

Now, in a circle, the four basketball club members sat on the floor of the gym,
three sets of eyes staring hard at their captain, who clutched four wooden
chopsticks in his hand. One would be marked with a red dot, and whoever pulled
that one, would have to wear the girls’ uniform. The only one who didn’t seem
nervous other than Chiaki himself was Subaru, but that was characteristic. Mao
wore a look of intense worry, and Midori looked especially glum.

They each took turns pulling sticks, until Chiaki was left with one in his
hand. Then, they all looked to see if their chopstick had the red mark on it.

To his immense surprise, of the four sticks that were there, Chiaki was left
with the marked one. He cracked a slight smile and then held it up so his other
club members could see the red dot on the wood. Midori especially looked
relieved when he saw that it wasn’t him that held the cursed chopstick, and
sank into his shoulders with a sigh.
Subaru placed his hand loosely over his mouth to hide his amused laughter.

“Chi-chan-senpai, don’t you realize you have to wear the skirt now?” He laughed
again.

“Of course, Akehoshi! I won’t back down from such a simple change!” Chiaki
slapped his chest as if to show his manliness. Midori flinched a little at the
sound, and sent his worried look to his club captain.

“U-um, Morisawa-senpai, shouldn’t you be a little more concerned…?” The brunet
picked at his shirt with his long fingers. “It’s not exactly, um, uncommon
knowledge that you’re-“
Chiaki silenced him with a wide and courageous grin, and stood from his cross-
legged position on the gym floor. “Don’t worry, Takamine! I’m way cooler and
stronger than any hormone that might get released by me wearing a skirt. No one
here at the school is interested in me, anyway,” he shook his hips a little in
a dance to show Midori the annoyed look from Mao.
“…alright,” Midori answered after a moment, although he didn’t relax at all.

Despite his charisma and height, 3rd year Chiaki Morisawa was, against all
odds, classified as an omega – although it rarely showed because he was so good
at hiding it with his personality. He’d never really been questioned as to the
circumstances of his secondary gender, and was sure that even if he was, he
wouldn’t have an answer anyway. Midori’s worry, however, was refreshing – an
un-presented freshman worrying so wholesomely for his upperclassman’s safety.

Chiaki leaned down and rested a heavy hand on his teammate’s shoulder, and
although he didn’t say anything, he hoped that the smile he gave helped to ease
Midori’s worries about any possible incident resulting from a mistake in
Chiaki’s medication. A lot of terrible circumstances would have to occur all at
the same time for something to go wrong on his part – although he wasn’t one to
take excessive medication to completely disable his heat, he did keep up with
delayers so that he would get it mostly on breaks, give or take a long stretch
of school here or there. He was also fairly careful to plan them around
RYUSEITAI events so that he didn’t have to miss out on properly guiding his
unit. Although Kanata was also a 3rd year, he was a bit airheaded – not that
Chiaki didn’t trust his Blue completely, but he worried that if Kanata were
left in charge of their younger members, nothing would get done on schedule,
and the Student Council got snappy when things weren’t on schedule.

Midori seemed to settle ever so slightly at the touch, and looked down to his
lap and sighed again. Chiaki could tell that Midori was a little calmer. Subaru
and Mao were also looking at him a bit incredulously, although they didn’t
voice their worries like Midori did.

Chiaki clapped once and the sound reverberated through the polished gym.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s get to practice, and then afterwards, we can plan out
the specifics of what we’ll be doing for our Cheer Fest.”

They broke from the meeting and went together to the locker room to put on
their uniforms. Although they were just a club and didn’t even have enough for
a full team, they practiced with as much passion and dedication as they put
into their idol work. They mostly did 2-on-2 skirmishes between themselves to
keep up their skills, or if they were lucky they could set up a small game
against a neighboring school, but given their busy schedules with unit work, it
was more often that they just did activities within the club. Despite Chiaki’s
status as an omega and his low blood pressure, he was a fairly good player and
enjoyed participating in the basketball club as a whole.

Their locker room in the gym was smallish with sparse lockers, but the four
club members diligently went together to change in the tight space. While
Chiaki pulled his shirt off over his head he snuck a peek over his shoulder to
his tall underclassman next to him. Despite his mood, Midori was broad, and had
well-defined lean muscles on his back. He always complained about how being so
tall was troublesome, but Chiaki found it attractive – at least from the
perspective of a classmate. He had been endlessly happy when Midori had agreed
to settle into their RYUSEITAI group – Midori was talented and handsome, and
his height was sure to draw a crowd.

Chiaki found himself staring after a moment as his thoughts trailed off, so he
shook his head and went back to changing.

Practice passed as usual. Since they were planning on working on a schedule for
their April Fools’ Cheer Fest, the four of them worked on their passes and
dribbles and ended practice fifteen minutes early to figure out what would be
fun to do. They settled on a short athletic-gymnastic performance – Chiaki and
Midori could both pull off some good gymnastics because of how RYUSEITAI dances
were (Chiaki much more so since he performed in Tokusatsu shows often for kids
in the park) and Subaru was a natural, so they had Mao do more simple things
when they put their routine together. Alongside the performance they thought it
would be good to recruit some of the other clubs to help distribute snacks or
run snack booths, which would also aid in drawing a crowd. Subaru and Chiaki
were pretty charismatic, so Chiaki decided that he and his ginger underclassman
would try and convince another club to help them with their event.

Once he left practice Chiaki wandered down the hallway in search of his fellow
third-year, Kanata, who was either in his Marine Life club room, or drifting in
the fountain. Subaru went in search of Hokuto, or perhaps Makoto, or one of his
other friends from his class, or the little first years he clung to stubbornly.
He’d probably have better luck with Shino than with Hokuto or Makoto – the
Trickstar members’ club leaders (Wataru and Izumi, respectively) tended to be a
bit strange or stubborn, and Ra*bits were always looking for opportunities to
advertise their somewhat new group.

Kanata was pretty supportive of Chiaki’s sometimes random endeavors, and his
club-mates were usually somewhat free (although Souma could be a bit iffy). He
was lucky, that once he reached the Marine Life Club room he found Kanata with
his arms deep in a fish tank, his fingers submerged in the colored rocks at the
bottom while small fish fluttered through the gaps beneath his hands. He
glanced up with sleepy eyes when Chiaki knocked on the open door, and gave his
captain a small smile.

“Chiaki~” he greeted breezily, pulling his arms from the fish tank – Chiaki
noticed that he hadn’t bothered to roll up his sleeves before dunking his arms
in the water, so the blue of his uniform jacket was soaked through and clung to
Kanata’s skin. “Welcome…what is it that you need..?” His speech was, as usual,
just as sleepy as he looked. He shook out his arms and didn’t care that the
water droplets splattered all over the floor. It didn’t seem that Kaoru or
Souma were around at the moment.

“I need your help with something, Blue,” Chiaki began, approaching his teammate
with his arms crossed. “I’m not sure how up-to-date you are on school gossip,
but me and the Basketball club are putting on a Joke Show for April Fools’ – we
want to do more than just a short performance, so we’re all scouting out
amongst friends to see if anyone wants to help by running a food booth, or
something.”

“Hmmm…” Kanata’s face was curious, but still retained a certain sense of
disinterest. “I suppose I could help out…
since you’re my friend and all…” it seemed he’d honestly rather do something
else, but Chiaki was thankful for the support. “I’ll see if Souma and Kaoru are
willing to help as well…”
The brunet omega grinned broadly, teeth and all. “Thanks, Kanata,” he answered
appreciatively. “That’ll help a ton. Gathering crowds is important for idols,
after all.”

Kanata’s responding smile was soft and gentle. “No worries, Chiaki~ I’m sure it
will be fun~”

Kanata was one of those anomalies at their school – including his ‘oddball’
status. Although each of their secondary genders was their own business, some
of their classifications were common knowledge. However, Kanata was a mystery –
he was fairly scentless, and his attitude was already strange enough so that he
couldn’t really be discerned from the others based on personality. Chiaki had
never asked – he was never really interested in the intricacies of his friend’s
personal life, outside what had already been shared with him. A sort of don’t
ask-don’t tell policy was laid between them, especially about their romantic
lives.

The first’ years, however – some of them had the misfortune of presenting
during their days at school – late bloomers, or something like that. Others
hadn’t presented or perhaps hadn’t disclosed but you could just tell – most of
the students had personalities or scents that could be somewhat categorized. It
didn’t really affect Chiaki too much, but sometimes scents drifted through the
air that he could identify – his fellow RYUSEITAI member, Nagumo, for instance,
always put out a strong scent of omegan admiration when he was with or talking
about his taishou, Kiryu. To his knowledge, Nagumo wasn’t presented, but some
of his mannerisms gave him away.

But then again – it didn’t really matter. Chiaki tried to tell himself that
often, but instinct was hard to deny, as well as his own natural curiosity. He
liked to know lots about the people he spent time with – he considered himself
a fairly friendly person.

If Kanata noticed his classmate had drifted, he didn’t let it on, and when
Chiaki snapped back to himself after wavering thoughts the light-haired boy had
his arms elbow-deep in the fish tank again. Chiaki excused himself from the
club room and went back to find Subaru, who had been successful in recruiting
his friends in Ra*bits to help out with their “event”.

They had to put their plans on hold until about a week before the actual date
due to “proper” events they had to put on – RYUSEITAI had their ‘Repayment
Festival’ (though there were some fiascos around that time) Kanata helped out
with the Akatsuki-UNDEAD collaboration in March, and so on. Finally there was a
small break following the 25th of March, so the Basketball club could finally
get together and start setting up their act. Eichi was letting this one fly –
probably because he thought it would be amusing to watch. They decorated the
gym with streamers and balloons, they constructed makeshift booths to do
festival-style games and such, and they got use of the kitchens to make
“athletes’ snacks” like rice balls and honey-soaked lemons not only for
themselves after their performance but for the audience members, as well, to
provide the atmosphere of a sporting event (even if they were just putting on a
cheerleaders’ show).

At last – the day of the show came. Chiaki could hear a crowd bustling outside
the gym doors – still closed and watched by some of their volunteers, so that
they could do last-minute preparations and have their group meeting so they
could motivate themselves for a good show. Midori seemed especially antsy that
day – whenever anyone made a sudden noise or movement he would glance up in
alarm – eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost, or someone had stolen one of his
plush (again). Chiaki finally had a chance to talk to him alone when they were
together in the locker room changing into the cheer outfits – Subaru and Mao
had already finished, and had gone ahead to peek outside, and do other
finishing things to make their show a good one.

Midori was shaking holding his uniform shirt in front of his open locker,
eyebrows furrowed deep together as if deep in thought. Chiaki approached him
quietly from behind, and laid a cool finger on the back of his underclassman’s
neck – causing the tall brunet to jump almost violently in surprise. Chiaki
laughed off the slight awkwardness easily, “Don’t be so worried, Takamine,” he
told Midori wholeheartedly. “We’ll have fun!”

Midori didn’t look so convinced, but nodded slightly – it seemed that the
performance wasn’t really what he was worrying about currently, but Chiaki’s
words seemed to calm him ever so slightly – at least in Chiaki’s eyes, they
did.

Chiaki moved to his locker where he’d stored his own outfit for the show – the
short-stick girls’ uniform, chosen to send ripples of laughter through the
audience for their joke show. It seemed to belong to a first-year or something,
based on the size – Chiaki wasn’t sure if it was in use, since he never really
visited the main school (as an attendee of the idol branch), so he had no idea
of their sports teams were any good, how often they used the uniforms…and so
on. The length of the skirt was just long enough to reach past his rear, the
hem of the pleated skirt just brushing at the top of his thighs. The top only
reached his abdominal muscles, showing a somewhat long stretch of tan skin from
his navel to the dip of his hips. The top was sleeveless but since it was built
for a girl of slim stature, the slots for his arms gripped tight to his
shoulders. There was a set of tall socks he’d found that just fit his shoe
size, and when he bent to slide them up his calves, he felt a tight set of
hands at his waist, and a sort of scent that seemed unfamiliar, but achingly
familiar at the same time.

“Takamine..?” Chiaki said, unsure – Midori was the only other one in the locker
room with him, and the scent was definitely his, although it was much stronger
in this moment than it had been before. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, senpai,” Midori murmured, not releasing his harsh grip on Chiaki’s
hips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today…” Something about Midori’s
mannerisms was recognized by Chiaki’s own instinct, and when his underclassman
shifted forward to mouth at the slightly swollen scent gland at his neck Chiaki
noticed what Midori was trying to do, and shoved him off a little so he could
retain his head.

Chiaki turned to see Midori, who looked even more dazed than before, but his
jaw was tight as if he were in pain. Now that Chiaki was slightly out of grasp
his fists were so tight his knuckles were white. He held his face low so that
his eyes were hidden by his bangs, but the air around him seemed tense. “We
need to get you to the clinic,” Chiaki said firmly. “We can do the performance
without you; you’re in no condition to be doing athletics.”

Midori, for once, denied him straightforwardly – shaking his head once,
quickly. “I can’t, Morisawa-senpai. Leaving would…just make things worse..!”
When he looked up, the demure first-year’s face looked complicated – like he
was dealing with an inner conflict too deep to describe. His eyes, though, sent
a chill down Chiaki’s spine, but he forced another wide grin. He carefully
pushed his instinctive fear away out of concern for his underclassman,
approaching cautiously with his hands outstretched and loose.

“Do you know what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” despite his obvious concern, his
voice was quivering. Midori looked up quickly, eyes wide like dinner plates,
and backed up a step, but the way he tilted his body made it seem as if he’d
rather come closer. He seemed to be focusing on his breathing – the slow and
methodic pace at which he inhaled seemed calculated.

There was a moment, Chiaki supposed, that he got too close – a moment where
that familiar scent overwhelmed his instinct, and his knees felt weak. Just as
they buckled, he felt Midori’s hands wrap around his back and hold him upright
with a surprising amount of force and strength. Before Chiaki knew it, he was
steadied on his feet again, but Midori did not release him.
“Th-thanks, Takamine, I don’t know what got into me…” his laughter was forced
and awkward. Midori’s hand was tight on his hip, and the third year seemed
hyper-aware of it. However, when he tried shifting to stand on his own, his
legs wouldn’t cooperate, and he was left standing uncomfortably close to his
underclassman. He looked up to Midori but once again saw that dark and distant
gaze. Finally, Chiaki realized what was going on – what his body had noticed
but his head hadn’t.

With one hand still situated on Chiaki’s hip, the alpha Midori reached up with
the other to tilt Chiaki’s head slightly to the side, so he could nuzzle into
his upperclassman’s neck, where a sweet reactant smell was coming from him in
response to the presence of a blooming alpha. Midori seemed somewhat in
control, though, since he wasn’t opening his mouth or anything to try and mark
the scent gland and take Chiaki as his mate in his slightly mindless state –
instead just pressing his nose against the skin which had begun to grow wet
with sweat. The hand Midori had kept at his hip fell low, and then crawled back
up under the length of the skirt, dragging his hands along the exposed skin
beneath the pleated fabric.

“Ah, Takamine –“ Chiaki attempted, but the grazing of teeth on his skin made
him halt mid-breath. The feeling there – foreign, scarily new – sparked a heat-
like feeling in Chiaki’s spine despite his heat not being due for a good while.
He knew then that, even if Midori hadn’t noticed, their pairing was inevitable
– the strong feeling he had suddenly to press himself close to the tall
freshman and hold him there, just to feel his presence, to ease his
presentation with the comfort only a proper partner could give. He exhaled
slowly, and reached up loosely with a hand to pat Midori’s hair, and the
texture there was soft.

“It’s okay, Takamine,” he said softly, slowly. “What you’re feeling – it’s
okay. It’s natural. I want to help you.” Midori hesitated at his neck,
withdrawing his teeth to peer apologetically up at Chiaki from his shoulder. He
at least seemed somewhat aware of what he was doing – that obtaining consent
first was important, despite the extreme push of instinct.

“This is…normal..?” Midori repeated slowly, keeping very still. The hand at his
head seemed to calm him, enough to allow him to speak. “I’m sorry – the show…”

Chiaki shook his head a little and gave Midori a nervous smile. “It’s alright.
Let’s take care of you first, yeah?” He knew he’d have to lead for a while,
since Midori was so confused. With his hip still in the first year’s hand, he
shuffled them both towards one of the locker room benches and urged Midori to
sit, and then he shyly (but with a certain amount of confidence) took a seat
with his legs spread on the tall boy’s lap. With this position, the curve of
his legs underneath the skirt seemed all the more tantalizing – the aspect of
mystery as to what hid underneath brought up by how high up his showed before
the skirt hid what remained. The top was fairly tight but now that Chiaki was
somewhat hunched, the hem at the bottom had rid up a bit to expose the skin of
his lower abdomen.

He watched as Midori swallowed hard – now that Chiaki had taken control of the
situation, mostly, he was now unsure of what step to take next, his hands open
but frozen next to him on the bench. Now he looked like he should – flustered,
curious, unsure. “S-senpai..?” he stammered, appearing to have more sense the
longer he was exposed to the unfamiliar situation.
Chiaki shifted a little closer, so that he could slot himself against Midori.
He felt a bit silly doing this in the outfit he was in – worrying briefly about
dirtying it for the show – but shrugged it off out of concern for his band
mate, and instinctive pair. “We gotta be quick, okay?” he said softly, with a
smile. “We have basketball club obligations.”

Midori looked at him incredulously but the increasing heat in his cheeks showed
he was in no place to argue, and the longer they looked at each other the
stronger Midori’s alpha scent grew, until Chiaki could feel the press of him
against the inside of his thighs, where the alpha’s cock grew interested in
Chiaki’s slim body atop it. Now that Chiaki could confirm that Midori was
alright with moving forward (though he was probably interested in why Chiaki
suddenly decided to do it at all), he shuffled a bit so that he could reach
forward into Midori’s cheer pants and grasp at his cock with both hands.

The jerking squeak of surprise that came from the tall gloomy boy was a little
funny, but Chiaki kept his composure. “Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,”
he said softly, while gently moving his fingers along the length, pressing his
fingertips against the head, increasing his pace when it began to grow slick
with precome. Chiaki was beginning to feel it, too, from the contact and the
scent, and the draw his body instinctually had to the alpha, whether it be as
an omega or Chiaki’s scent suspect that they were a fated pair. Although he was
only touching Midori, he found his breath coming in quicker, hotter bursts the
longer he went at it, until his scent, too, began to increase, and Midori’s
unsatisfied whining grew loud enough to hear.

“Okay, okay, gimme a sec,” Chiaki huffed, sitting up on his knees so that he
could tug his briefs down far enough to expose himself enough for them to make
love properly. His own muscled thighs were wet, too, where his own cock had
begun to crave contact as well, and his entrance – though not in heat, due to
the presence of the alpha pheromone, he could feel that he was already somewhat
ready to be penetrated. Midori’s eyes grew wider – if they even could – and
stared hard at where he could just glimpse Chiaki beneath the skirt, his face
beyond red. He seemed to grow a bit more confident, now, reaching forward with
both hands to take the backs of Chiaki’s thighs in his grasp. The touch made
Chiaki feel a lot more sticky than he should, and he shuddered slightly as the
brunet slowly and shakily moved his hands up to grasp Chiaki’s rear, feeling
the muscle there, too, spreading the cheeks apart with both hands, and then
with his long fingers reaching for the ring that began his body’s entrance. The
touch there was sudden and somewhat unexpected, and the choked groan of
appreciation that fell from Chiaki’s lips surprised them both.

Midori looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it when
Chiaki moved to again grasp at the alpha’s cock beneath him – now that he had
removed his briefs (mostly) they could move forward. Chiaki felt a certain
amount of urgency because of their show, but knew he couldn’t be careless when
assisting Midori with his alpha presentation – if he was too hasty, Midori
would probably be a lot worse off. Chiaki exhaled hotly, and forced his shaking
hands to ease Midori’s cock out of his uniform pants, and was a little
fascinated at how it looked – he wasn’t a stranger to sex by any means, but
touching and seeing a presenting alpha was strange. He could already see the
beginning of the knot forming at the base, and knew he had to act quickly, and
be extremely careful - if he allowed Midori to knot him fully they’d both be
out of commission for the show.

Midori watched him with wide eyes as he moved forward and braced a hand on the
lockers behind Midori’s head, and used the other one to steady Midori’s cock
enough so that Chiaki could lower himself onto it without slipping up. It would
be even more embarrassing for the both of them if Chiaki messed up while trying
to initiate penetration, so he was determined to get it right the first time.
While concentrating with his eyes closed he felt Midori’s hands grasp his hips
tightly, and hold him steady while he moved to press the alpha’s cock slowly
inside of him. With no preparation other than what his body automatically
provided, the stretch was painful and it burned, but Chiaki knew he had the
stamina and pain tolerance to deal with it afterwards. Midori’s health was a
little more important here, and he wanted to finish quickly so that the
freshman could recover properly before their show in a short few minutes. It
took a bit but when Chiaki was finally seated completely he exhaled hard and
slow through his mouth, moving his free hand to join its brother pressed
against the lockers. Wearing the skirt while being so thoroughly penetrated by
his underclassman was a lot more embarrassing than he thought it would be, so
he tried to focus on how he felt and how he could make Midori feel.

There was a moment buried in there where Chiaki forgot that he was supposed to
be helping Midori, and not himself. Without even moving he felt his body clench
tight around the intrusion, trying to draw it in further, but his silence must
have worried Midori, because he gripped onto Chiaki’s hips with urgency.

When he looked to Midori he was surprised to see that dark look on his face
again, although it looked a lot more flustered, now, by the brightness of his
cheeks and the dilation of his pupils. “Keep holding on to me, okay, Takamine?”
he breathed. “I’m going to move…”

The words caused Midori’s fingernails to curl tight into Chiaki’s skin where it
was exposed above the top of the skirt, and the sharp stinging feeling reminded
Chiaki of their urgency and time limit. He was glad he was strong enough to
lift himself using just the muscles of his legs – the look of admiration on
Midori’s face was priceless, plus he didn’t have to shift his position to move
his hands into a better position.

The drag of skin inside him felt really nice in a way that Chiaki had forgotten
about, and he couldn’t help the soft pleased sigh that fell sweetly from his
parted lips. His face felt hot as he continued at his own pace – somewhat
quick, but slow enough to allow his legs to rest, until Midori grew impatient
and, tightening his grip on Chiaki’s hips, thrust up once, twice, three times
with alarming strength and low, toothy grunts that made Chiaki’s heart throb.
Chiaki kept his eyes on Midori, fascinated by the way his face looked in the
moment – twisted with desperation as he bucked his hips upward with a forceful
awkwardness, and Chiaki knew that he shouldn’t be so enthralled by Midori’s
virginal movements but the alpha’s cock rubbing his good spots so well that
Chiaki began to lose track of himself, his purpose here – and focused more on
keeping himself quiet, while Midori’s frantic thrusts urged them both onwards,
until the sparks of orgasm began racing through his system, and Chiaki knew he
wouldn’t last must longer.

Midori caught himself before Chiaki caught him – the expanding of his knot with
his oncoming orgasm – approaching quickly thanks to his pheromone, and with
Chiaki’s omegan influence. With that same surprising strength as before, he
bounced Chiaki up and off of him with his hips – just far enough for his load
to just barely breach his upperclassman’s insides, and for his knot to
dissipate, since it hadn’t met its conditions to stay inflated. Watching
Midori’s usually glum face contort in pleasure was what brought Chiaki to his
own end – splattering the underside of the front of the skirt in come, while
Midori’s dripped slowly and thickly down the insides of his thighs. Chiaki was
able to gather his mind quickly enough after the short intercourse to move over
so that what was leaking out of him wouldn’t stain Midori’s cheer uniform
pants. It was only then that Chiaki realized that Midori was shirtless, and his
chest was just as red and heaving as his face as he laid his head back against
the cool surface of the lockers, trying to calm down. Chiaki watched him with a
look he’d later register as affection – feeling again that tug of souls of them
towards each other, and he knew that he’d have to tell Midori about his
discovery at some point and hoped that they were accepting enough of each other
to pursue something beyond this one time sex-friend business.
 
While Midori rested Chiaki cleaned himself up, and Midori, too, and then
regretfully switched from the girls’ uniform to the boys’, which Midori didn’t
complain about when they left the locker room together to join the other two
basketball club members backstage. Mao looked a bit annoyed, as if he could
tell what they had done, but Chiaki was confident in his ability to pass off as
normal, and with Midori back in his somewhat silent and glum state, there was
no way the student council member could have realized what had transpired
between them in the locker room.

“Hey, Chi-chan-senpai? What happened to wearing the girls’ uniform?” Subaru
complained lightheartedly as they gathered their pompoms from the little prop
cart set backstage for them to use.

Chiaki laughed easily. “There was an incident…I was too big for it, and it
tore!”

The lie passed through Subaru’s mind easily, and he frowned. “Well, I
guess…that sucks, I’m sure tons of people were looking forward to seeing you in
that outfit!”

Chiaki ruffled the redhead’s hair with a certain amount of friendly aggression.
“There’s always next year for you guys, Akehoshi,” he teased. “Maybe you’ll get
to wear it next!”

Subaru’s look of shock and disgust was almost theatrical in quality, but it was
quickly lost to his starry smile as the music started up and the four club
members headed out on stage. As they approached the curtain, Chiaki tapped
Midori’s shoulder and stood on his toes to whisper encouragement into the
freshman’s ear: “Come see me after the show, I want to talk to you about
something…” and then left a soft kiss on the brunet’s cheek before chasing
Subaru out on stage and greeted the roar of the crowd.
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