Fic - Lose Weight
"I hate you all," Ohkura sulks in the Kikujani recording booth, picking at the lacy ruffles on his apron while simultaneously sending scathing glares in Yoko and Subaru's direction. Maru was sitting to his left; otherwise he'd be on the receiving end of a glare, too.
"Hey, we should Janken for who gets him to clean our houses for a week," Subaru says, ignoring Ohkura's cry of outrage.
"No way!"
"Yeah, Good idea, I haven't cleaned for months," Yoko grins, at Ohkura across the booth; Ohkura mouths 'fuck you' for good measure.
Yoko mouths back 'Yes, please' and blows him a kiss, Ohkura resumes pouting.
"Tadako-chan looks pretty good in the maid’s outfit," Maru singsongs.
"It was .3 kilos, you're all assholes. I hate you," Ohkura whines.
"No boobs, though," Yoko says flippantly.
Ohkura doesn’t look amused, arms crossed over his chest and his brunette wig is making his scalp itch.
"Alright! Drinking game!" Yoko's happy proclamation is met with cheers from everyone in the booth, except Ohkura who was only marginally happier.
By the time they've gone through 6 rounds of shots, the rules of their drinking game, 'one-off gags, you fail...you drink', digressed into 'Con drunk Maru into taking your penalty shots'. Ohkura naturally failed, but Yoko and Subaru made up for it; and Maru was swaying and mumbling nonsensical phrases to callers.
By the end of the broadcast Ohkura's stockings are falling down, his apron is undone, and the wig's hair is sticking up in tufts.
Subaru and Yoko are assisted out of the building by staff members and a cab is called.
Ohkura is coherent enough to take care of Maru, just not enough to drive.
When Maru leans heavily against him, and Ohkura can feel something against his leg; he blushes and Maru pulls back sharply, looking like he wants to apologize. Ohkura decides to push back his apprehensiveness and grips a handful of Maru's hair, pressing their lips together. He doesn't pull back to see the look on Maru's face, his lips moving against Maru's until Maru starts to respond, an arm going around Ohkura's waist. He presses Maru back against the wall in the sound booth, the Staff had left earlier and their cabdriver was probably waiting, but Ohkura didn't give a shit at the moment. Ohkura peppers kisses along Maru's jaw, and Maru's breath comes out harsh; his hips shifting forward.
He bites lightly on Maru's neck, and shudders when Maru moans in his ear. He leans into Maru when he feels a hand trailing up the inside of his thigh, sliding up underneath his skirt.
Ohkura breathes heavily into Maru's hair, fumbling with Maru's belt and zipper. When the pressure on Maru's dick is gone he sighs, sloppily kissing Ohkura's cheek while his occupied hand pushes Ohkura's panties out of the way, and curls around Ohkura's cock. Ohkura sigh is breathy and his hand digs into Maru's shoulder, his other hand finds Maru's cock and pulls it out of his boxers.
They pant against each other, as they match each other's steady strokes. Maru blows the hair of Ohkura's wig out of his mouth, as sweat beads on his forehead when Ohkura picks up the pace, pulling harshly in tandem with his own strokes on Ohkura's cock.
"F-fuck," Maru groans, low and husky in his throat, and his eyes fall shut. His concentration is gone, head swimming from the mix of alcohol and pleasure.
Ohkura groans and shifts his hips forward, his hand batting away Maru's to take control. He is only looking for quick release as he fists both their cocks. Maru's too drunk to last long, and comes with a shaking sigh, spilling over Ohkura's hand, his forehead pressed into his shoulder. Ohkura frenziedly strokes himself, brushing over the tip and muffling his gasp in Maru's hair, his knees trembling as he comes.
Ohkura can feel guilty later about wiping the mess on his hand onto the petticoat. He moves before Maru can get too comfortable, tucks him back in before straightening his retarded outfit. He pulls Maru's arm over his shoulder before thinking about how to get them back his apartment.
Fucking Subaru and Yoko, stole his normal clothes. Ohkura pouts, and vows to kick them for every time he gets approached while waiting outside the Radio Station. Maru unhelpfully murmurs into his ear, on the verge of sleep.
Maru owed him too. Ohkura glanced fondly at the top of his head, and thought, maybe, he'd let it slide this one time.