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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Midousuji_Akira/Onoda_Sakamichi
  Character:
      Midousuji_Akira, Onoda_Sakamichi
  Additional Tags:
      Cosplay, Dorks, best_boy_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-29 Words: 2188
****** The things I do for my Boyfriend. ******
by Mewtt
Summary
     Somehow Midousuji is coerced in to a Love Hime cosplay. Onoda get's a
     little excited and so does his Lizard.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"Gross. This is Gross." Midousuji scoffed as he stood in the middle of his
boyfriend's room, holding between thumb and forefinger the hem of the rather
short white pleated skirt he wore. What character was this again? Princess...
something. Who cared though, he couldn't even really remember how he'd been
convinced to don this costume in the first place. Midosouji was pulling at the
brooch at the front of the seifuku-esque outfit when Onoda's camera flashed, it
looked like the boy had finally come back in to the his bedroom.
The pair were spending today at Onoda's house, the boy had the place to himself
and he'd figured what better way to spend it then photographing his beautiful
Midousuji- Onoda was quite the little photography buff.
"Midousuji-kun! Amazing! Perfect! You look even better then I expected!" Onoda
had stars in his eyes as he admired his tall and sinewy boyfriend in his
cosplay, Midousuji tilting his head almost entirely upside down as he narrowed
his eyes- Onoda flashing away on his camera.
"Gross." Midousuji objected simply as he crouched down, resting his pointy chin
between his knee's as Onoda crawled around him, bending over, standing above
and even hopping on his bed to get the right shot of the Princess Hime cosplay
he'd coerced his boyfriend in to. Onoda happily fawned over the other boy,
fixing his ponytails for him, fluffing up his bow and making sure the skirt sit
just right.
"What's so good about seeing me in a dress?" The lanky Kyoto Fushimi High
student wondered as he tugged a little at the pigtails he'd styled his hair in,
using the red jewelled clasps Onoda had given him.... Where had Sakamichi even
gotten this outfit from? It fit him really well to almost as if it were
bespoke... suspicious, very suspicious.
"B-but it's not just any dress- it's Hime-chan's outfit from episode twelve
where Hime-chan-" Onoda corrected but he didn't stop there, he went on chirping
about the details of this and that, of Hime-chan and his favourite anime,
pressing his fingertips together as he spoke.
"Eh? You're being extra gross today-" Akira sighed simply as he stopped playing
with his hair. He had really fallen so low hadn't he? The ever focused, feared
and infamous Midousuji playing dress ups for his cherub of a boyfriend. Onoda
just looked so cute and excited to see him like this to, plump cheeks happily
rosy and those dark blue eyes admiring him. Akira wrapped his arms around his
thin legs and huffed a little, what right did Sakamichi think he had- looking
so adorable right now?
Midousuji noticed a few more flashes of the camera, Onoda was kneeling infront
of him snapping away and the thin teen saw that his tiny boyfriend was kind of
zooming in to one place in particular. Sitting as he was, knee's drawn up and
together the space between Akira's thighs was rather visible, the form fitting
briefs that young man wore could be seen like this and that dirty little sneak
was snapping photo's up his skirt wasn't he? Midousuji narrowed his eyes before
suddenly one of his feet shot out and planted itself good and firm between
Onoda's thighs.
"E-Eek!! M-Midousuji-k-kun what are you-" Onoda squeaked, the boy fumbled and
he would have dropped his camera if it hadn't been attached by a strap about
his neck. The startled and flushed teen looked wide eyed to his boyfriend,
Akira had his eyes narrowed to thin slits and his lips pulled back away from
his teeth- baring those straight pearly whites in that positively reptilian way
of his.
"You're getting all excited seeing me like this, aren't you Sakamichiiiii?"
Midousuji looked down his nose at the bulge in Onoda's pants, kissing his teeth
with that long tongue of his slowly as he could as he kneaded Onoda's hardness
through his trousers with the bottom of his foot.
"Gross." Akira murmured in a way that sent chills down Onoda's spine, those
dark eyes squinting as he grinned. Eyes that as usual Onoda couldn't read, he
never could tell what the other boy was thinking.
"A-ah- n-no, Mi...Mido-" Onoda gasped, his breath hitching as Midousuji's foot
began to rub him, the trembling hands of Onoda reaching out to hold on to the
other boy's ankle but Akira didn't stop. He watched Onoda's face with masked
interest as that bottom lip trembled, Onoda's cute voice was breaking just a
little with his desperate moans and really... it was Sakamichi's fault. He made
him want to tease and play with him this way and Onoda never pushed him away.
Even now when Midousuji was quite literally stepping on him the other boy was
soon jerking his hips timidly up against his boyfriends foot, eyes closed in an
expression of ectasy, was there nothing Onoda would stop him from doing?
"See? You're getting sticky even through your pants- my socks are wet."
Midousuji raised his leg up with a strained grin, wiggling his toes a little
because the bottom of the blue thigh highs were indeed damp. Onoda peeked open
those midnight blue eyes of his, pursing his lips bashfully because that was
true when suddenly Midousuji grabbed hold of him by the front of his belt. The
smaller boy squeaked as he was dragged across the carpet and hauled up in to
Akira's lap.
"M-Midousuji-k-kun! B-but.." Onoda gasped, his big round glasses askew on the
bridge of his nose, looking down between them a little worriedly, prompting his
boyfriend to flick his tongue across his cheek and ask.
"What?"
Onoda's face was so close to his in this position, Midousuji could practically
feel the warmth of those red cheeks as Onoda looked shyly about.
"W-won't we get your outfit d-dirty? It would be gross r-right?" The little
otaku angel in Midousuji's arms asked and Akira's jaw clenched and strained a
little, blinking a little dumbfoundedly. Stupid Sakamichi. Didn't he get it?
"It's not gross if it's you." Midousuji wasn't going to say it more then once,
his long thin fingers took hold of Onoda's jaw then, tilting the boy's face his
way before he crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. A kiss where
teeth clashed and Midousuji's long and oddly nimble tongue pressed it's way in
to Onoda's small warm mouth. The boy in his lap sighed sweetly in to their
kiss, returning it as well as he could but like in all other aspects of his
life Midousuji was rather over powering.
"A-Ah!!" Onoda's ravished red lips drew back with a sharp gasp as he felt
spindlely fingers slide down the back of his pants, a finger hooking itself
just inside of his ass and tugging teasingly. That smaller body curled closer
to his own, Onoda wrapping his small legs around Midousuji's waist, arms
endearingly held tight to the nape of his neck.
"Sakamichi hold on to me." Akira told as he got up, supporting Onoda's thigh
with one hand and the boy clung to him as he paced across the room to sit on
the edge of his boyfriend's bed. He needed the tube that they kept in the
bedside table after all, Midousuji rummaging for it and clicking open the lid
with his thumb. A red faced Onoda watched as a generous amount of lube was
squirted in to Akira's palm, the young man coating those thin fingers of his as
he undid Onoda's belt with his other hand, tugging the boys trousers and
underwear just down over the curve of that shapely round ass.
"N-ngh, Midou...suji-kun~" The blue eyed boy groaned as he felt a finger press
again to his hole, tracing in small circles before the slippery tip slid
inside. Onoda hung his head, feeling the slight burn that always came when
Midousuji's fingers were inside of him, stretching and slicking him. This
wasn't their first time of course but it felt especially erotic, perhaps it was
the fact that he was looking at Midousuji's erection, sticking up beneath that
pretty pleated skirt. Yeah... Onoda decided he really liked this costume play.
Not wanting to do nothing Onoda was soon reached beneath that pleated skirt,
looking up to see the shadow of Midousuji over him, those big round eyes
watching him with familiar intensity as he pulled Akira's underwear down. Up
sprang Midousuji's erection, long and thick it stood happily to attention, a
bead of pre cum already gathering at it's tip. Onoda exhaled sweetly as his
small hands both wrapped around Akira's cock, squeezing gently and stroking
him. He felt Midousuji's free hand press to the nape of his neck and he knew
what his boyfriend wanted, Onoda closing his eyes, tilting his head back as
lips against pressed to his own, feverish kisses being placed all over his
mouth before the tip of Akira's tongue was teasing against his own.
Together the pair of them squirmed, breathing quickening as Onoda's ass was
stuffed with three fingers and Midousuji's cock was jerked off. When the pair
parted from their kiss both knew they were ready or rather couldn't wait
anymore- call it teenage impatience.
"I'm putting it in Sakamichi." Akira told as his tongue curled around the
delicate shell of Onoda's ear and again the boy clung tightly to him, nodding
with a small sound of acknowledgement to let his lover know he was ready.
Midousuji's hands held Onoda's plump ass cheeks and raised him up, spreading
the boy open before he looked between their bodies, carefully guiding the
smaller boy above his arousal. He lowered Onoda, balancing the boy for a moment
just on the tip of his dick, seeing the way Sakamichi pursed his lips and
curled his toes in anticipation had Midousuji wriggling his tongue in
excitement, drawing the moment out a little longer until Onoda opened eyes that
had been tightly shut. The boy looking pleadingly at him, no words needed just
that sweet, slutty look on his lovers face before he let his grip loosen, let
Onoda sink down on to his hardness and hearing the boys cry made it all worth
his patience.
Midousuji lowered Onoda down slowly but the weight of the other boy did some of
the work to and soon they were joined together, Sakamichi's ass stuffed full
and Akira making an odd, content gurgling sound. Unsurprisingly Onoda was the
one to get them started, the little otaku was so eager to please after all,
wanting to make his boyfriend feel good he placed his feet down on to his bed,
using them as leverage as he pulled his hips up slowly, bringing them back down
on Midousuji's cock clumsilly. It wasn't really easy at this angle but Akira
certainly enjoyed watching the smaller boy do his best to ride him.
"Hmmmmmnnn-" The Cycling Ace purred before he decided he should probably end
his meanness to Onoda. It was fun to just sit back and watch the boy bounce of
course, that cute yet slutty face looking to him, begging Midousuji to start
moving, to use that lean sinewy body and grind against his prostate until he
couldn't take it anymore.
"M-Mido...Midosou....k-kun... p-please-" Onoda finally begged with an
expression that almost looked close to tears, the boys small pink tongue
hanging from between his teeth as he lost the strength in his legs. That was
when Akira grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his arms down taunt as he lay
back on the bed. Midousuji unleashed the power in his own hips then, sucking in
the air between his parted teeth as he slammed up against his lover, angling
his hips to grind against Onoda's spongey sweet spot.
"H-HIME-KUN!" Sakamichi screamed as he came, his cock spurted and the sticky
white streams stained his own pants still tucked against his thighs and the
front of Midousuji's blouse. Midousuji himself had paused, staring wide eyed up
at Onoda with his pupils the size of pinpricks and cocking his head.... What
had Onoda screamed just now?
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"Midousuji-kun... I said I was sorry~" Onoda whined, twiddling his thumbs as he
tried to tempt Akira to stop sulking on top of his bed, how many times had he
apologised now for his slip up? The other boy just stayed where he was, hunched
over with his arms wrapped tightly around his knee's and chin resting ontop of
them, Akira turning around to hiss at him every now and then.
"Gross-" Midousuji uttered with an unimpressed look before he lay down,
grabbing one side of the blankets and rolling up in them until he was like a
caterpillar all bundled up, back to Onoda he slid a skinny arm out of the
blankets, reached over and turned off the lamp. Onoda's head hung and he
sighed, oh dear he'd really put his foot in it this time hadn't he- Midousuji-
kun seemed so cross with him and-
"...Come to bed." Akira told simply from where he lay in his blanket burrito
and Onoda beamed, hopping on to the bed to wrap arms and legs around his
boyfriend bundle and squeeze tightly.
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