#7 "Service" (Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation)
Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: 7. The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Title: Service
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, sigh.
Warnings: Cross dressing, slight role-play, references to sex that are more on the limeish side.
It wasn't that Taki was going to forgive Tohma for what he said. Because it wasn't like he'd been upset with him. What did it matter if Tohma Seguchi thought he was a heartless fiend? It didn't matter what he thought, though if the guy seriously believed that Taki was attracted to the novelist or the brat, that could be problematic, but he still didn't care. So Taki was going to show him just how much he didn't mind.
He accepted Tohma's next invitation for sex without a thought, since that was the best way to keep the older man from getting stupid notions in his head, which was very likely, since Tohma regardless of his genius, could be a stupid man on occasion. Still, Taki had been surprised that the man had chosen to send him a text message, since Tohma didn't strike him as the type to use something that was so popular among the younger set, but he decided to chalk it up to the blond's more spontaneous side.
When he got to the hotel, he was surprised to see that Tohma had rented a regular room and not a suite, but it wasn't especially worrisome. It was probably Tohma's way of setting him on edge and Taki wasn't going to fall for it. In fact, Taki would have liked to say he was doing a good job of keeping his cool until he found the package sitting on the bed farthest to the right.
The letter with it said to put on what was in the package, which set off alarm bells, yet Taki's curiosity had gotten the better of him. When he'd finally opened the package though, he dropped it in horror. "No, fucking way."
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To say that Taki hadn't irritated him after their last sexual encounter would have been a lie, but Tohma wasn't holding a grudge. Or at the very least, the grudge he held wasn't related to that incident. Still when Taki had texted him out of the blue like that , Tohma had felt strangely moved by the younger man's initiate and his desire to apologize. If Taki was finally learning his place, Tohma could definitely stand to reciprocate. Though Taki could have rented a nicer room. It wasn't like the singer was aching for money and the cheapness was almost insulting.
Stepping into the room and letting the door shut behind him, Tohma was about to call out a greeting only to find his voice caught in his throat. Taki was glaring holes through Tohma, as if daring him to laugh. Somehow Tohma resisted, though the effort was almost painful. Who would have known that a French maid outfit would have suited Taki so well?
Before Tohma could say something, Taki got off the bed and did a little curtsy. "How can I serve you, master?" The skirt went down to Taki's knees and the way it was lifted would have allowed Tohma to see what he was wearing underneath it if he leaned down a little lower.
Gently biting the inside of his mouth to keep from exploding with laughter, Tohma took a few minutes to calm down and think about the situation. Taki never demeaned himself like this and if Tohma laughed at him, the younger man would probably never do it again. Losing the chance to see Taki being this submissive would be simply unacceptable.
Putting his coat aside, Tohma sat down on the bed nearest the door and lay backwards. "Be a dear and massage my feet." Making a face, Taki bent down and gripped the feet in his hands squeezing gently. Normally, he wouldn't have allowed anyone to touch his feet as Tohma tended to be more than a little ticklish, but in all honesty he was curious to see how far Taki was going to go. Obviously, he wouldn't get the man to do anything like kiss his boots, but this was close enough.
After a few minutes of Taki's ministrations Tohma sat up on an elbow and beckoned to him. "My chest has been feeling really tense lately. Could you?" When Taki crawled to his side though, Tohma shook his head. "No, I want you on top of me."
As Taki crawled on top of Tohma, stopping so that he was sitting right on top of his hips, it became obvious that younger man had no underwear on. It was so arousing seeing Taki be so minxy that Tohma suddenly had no more patience to fool around. Before Taki could put his hands on him, Tohma motioned for him to stop and had the younger man shift downwards slightly so that he could sit up and undo his pants. As he did, he noticed that Taki pulled a small bottle out of one of the apron pockets. He made a mental note to reward Taki for his preparedness later. As slicked hands began to slide down his erection, Tohma decided that he could not only forgive Taki's previous bad behavior, but that maybe, just maybe, he'd try to be a little more generous later on.
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After it was all over, Taki couldn't decide whether he was more disgusted than he'd ever been in his life or if he'd actually enjoyed it. Maybe disgust since the older man had never fucked him that hard. Really the guy didn't have the right to just spring his perverted fetishes on Taki without warning, he thought to himself as he adjusted the skirt. Also, why did Tohma get to use the shower first? Just because they'd been playing at master and servant didn't mean that Tohma could continue the game after sex.
Speaking of the proverbial devil, Tohma chose that moment to come out of the shower, wearing nothing but half button trousers and a towel draped on his shoulders. It was almost manly in a laughable way. Instead of laughing though, Taki pulled himself off the bed and started to head towards the bathroom, holding his skirt down, suddenly aware of a draft. Regardless of what they had just done, he felt the sudden need to protect his pride.
Just as he was about to complete his escape into the room, Tohma's damp fingers wrapped around his wrist. "Do you want some kind of reward?" The heat steaming off of Tohma's body was enough to make Taki feel light headed.
"Reward? Why would you reward me?" His surprise was enough to mask the distrust that he felt, though the singer suddenly felt uncomfortable, more so than he usually did around Tohma.
Tohma started to laugh that airy laugh of his, which caused some droplets of water to sprinkle Taki as the blond's head shook. "Aizawa-san, I can be grateful when I want to. Especially when a person's efforts have more than merited it." The way that Tohma's eyes flashed at him caused Taki to shiver.
"What are you talking about? This was your idea." At that moment, Tohma's hand fell from his wrist.
The blond flashed him a puzzled look that was somehow more disturbing than the would be show of gratitude. "But Aizawa-san, you sent me a message to come here."
"I did no such thing, you're the one who sent me the message." Seeing the doubtful look on Tohma's face filled Taki with rage. "I'm not the one that's lying here, you pervert." With that, he slammed the door shut, not bothering to try and figure out the mystery. Granted, he was probably going to regret it later, but all Taki could think about was getting out of the now incredibly repulsive maid outfit.
Theme: 7. The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Title: Service
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, sigh.
Warnings: Cross dressing, slight role-play, references to sex that are more on the limeish side.
It wasn't that Taki was going to forgive Tohma for what he said. Because it wasn't like he'd been upset with him. What did it matter if Tohma Seguchi thought he was a heartless fiend? It didn't matter what he thought, though if the guy seriously believed that Taki was attracted to the novelist or the brat, that could be problematic, but he still didn't care. So Taki was going to show him just how much he didn't mind.
He accepted Tohma's next invitation for sex without a thought, since that was the best way to keep the older man from getting stupid notions in his head, which was very likely, since Tohma regardless of his genius, could be a stupid man on occasion. Still, Taki had been surprised that the man had chosen to send him a text message, since Tohma didn't strike him as the type to use something that was so popular among the younger set, but he decided to chalk it up to the blond's more spontaneous side.
When he got to the hotel, he was surprised to see that Tohma had rented a regular room and not a suite, but it wasn't especially worrisome. It was probably Tohma's way of setting him on edge and Taki wasn't going to fall for it. In fact, Taki would have liked to say he was doing a good job of keeping his cool until he found the package sitting on the bed farthest to the right.
The letter with it said to put on what was in the package, which set off alarm bells, yet Taki's curiosity had gotten the better of him. When he'd finally opened the package though, he dropped it in horror. "No, fucking way."
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To say that Taki hadn't irritated him after their last sexual encounter would have been a lie, but Tohma wasn't holding a grudge. Or at the very least, the grudge he held wasn't related to that incident. Still when Taki had texted him out of the blue like that , Tohma had felt strangely moved by the younger man's initiate and his desire to apologize. If Taki was finally learning his place, Tohma could definitely stand to reciprocate. Though Taki could have rented a nicer room. It wasn't like the singer was aching for money and the cheapness was almost insulting.
Stepping into the room and letting the door shut behind him, Tohma was about to call out a greeting only to find his voice caught in his throat. Taki was glaring holes through Tohma, as if daring him to laugh. Somehow Tohma resisted, though the effort was almost painful. Who would have known that a French maid outfit would have suited Taki so well?
Before Tohma could say something, Taki got off the bed and did a little curtsy. "How can I serve you, master?" The skirt went down to Taki's knees and the way it was lifted would have allowed Tohma to see what he was wearing underneath it if he leaned down a little lower.
Gently biting the inside of his mouth to keep from exploding with laughter, Tohma took a few minutes to calm down and think about the situation. Taki never demeaned himself like this and if Tohma laughed at him, the younger man would probably never do it again. Losing the chance to see Taki being this submissive would be simply unacceptable.
Putting his coat aside, Tohma sat down on the bed nearest the door and lay backwards. "Be a dear and massage my feet." Making a face, Taki bent down and gripped the feet in his hands squeezing gently. Normally, he wouldn't have allowed anyone to touch his feet as Tohma tended to be more than a little ticklish, but in all honesty he was curious to see how far Taki was going to go. Obviously, he wouldn't get the man to do anything like kiss his boots, but this was close enough.
After a few minutes of Taki's ministrations Tohma sat up on an elbow and beckoned to him. "My chest has been feeling really tense lately. Could you?" When Taki crawled to his side though, Tohma shook his head. "No, I want you on top of me."
As Taki crawled on top of Tohma, stopping so that he was sitting right on top of his hips, it became obvious that younger man had no underwear on. It was so arousing seeing Taki be so minxy that Tohma suddenly had no more patience to fool around. Before Taki could put his hands on him, Tohma motioned for him to stop and had the younger man shift downwards slightly so that he could sit up and undo his pants. As he did, he noticed that Taki pulled a small bottle out of one of the apron pockets. He made a mental note to reward Taki for his preparedness later. As slicked hands began to slide down his erection, Tohma decided that he could not only forgive Taki's previous bad behavior, but that maybe, just maybe, he'd try to be a little more generous later on.
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After it was all over, Taki couldn't decide whether he was more disgusted than he'd ever been in his life or if he'd actually enjoyed it. Maybe disgust since the older man had never fucked him that hard. Really the guy didn't have the right to just spring his perverted fetishes on Taki without warning, he thought to himself as he adjusted the skirt. Also, why did Tohma get to use the shower first? Just because they'd been playing at master and servant didn't mean that Tohma could continue the game after sex.
Speaking of the proverbial devil, Tohma chose that moment to come out of the shower, wearing nothing but half button trousers and a towel draped on his shoulders. It was almost manly in a laughable way. Instead of laughing though, Taki pulled himself off the bed and started to head towards the bathroom, holding his skirt down, suddenly aware of a draft. Regardless of what they had just done, he felt the sudden need to protect his pride.
Just as he was about to complete his escape into the room, Tohma's damp fingers wrapped around his wrist. "Do you want some kind of reward?" The heat steaming off of Tohma's body was enough to make Taki feel light headed.
"Reward? Why would you reward me?" His surprise was enough to mask the distrust that he felt, though the singer suddenly felt uncomfortable, more so than he usually did around Tohma.
Tohma started to laugh that airy laugh of his, which caused some droplets of water to sprinkle Taki as the blond's head shook. "Aizawa-san, I can be grateful when I want to. Especially when a person's efforts have more than merited it." The way that Tohma's eyes flashed at him caused Taki to shiver.
"What are you talking about? This was your idea." At that moment, Tohma's hand fell from his wrist.
The blond flashed him a puzzled look that was somehow more disturbing than the would be show of gratitude. "But Aizawa-san, you sent me a message to come here."
"I did no such thing, you're the one who sent me the message." Seeing the doubtful look on Tohma's face filled Taki with rage. "I'm not the one that's lying here, you pervert." With that, he slammed the door shut, not bothering to try and figure out the mystery. Granted, he was probably going to regret it later, but all Taki could think about was getting out of the now incredibly repulsive maid outfit.