Kink Bingo_Cross-Dressing
Title: Gemini
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Uruha
Genre: PWP, fluff
Warnings: male x male, sex, crossdressing, roleplay-ish, foul language, adult themes.
Summary: She always managed to turn him into a sex-crazed animal, and her choice of clothing for the night made it very clear that it was her intent.
Comments: Yep…looks like I'm on a roll with the kink bingo business XD Two stories in two days, not bad, not bad at all…This is my offering for the crossdressing square, and I have to say, this was deceptively hard to write actually. It was very demanding emotionally even thought its rather fluffy in its own special way, and there's the fact that it wasn't necessarily easy to exploit the theme with the guidelines I gave myself. I wanted to stay away from the maid/nurse fantasy for this one, explore grittier, more emotionally charged situations, using crossdressing as an extension of an alter-ego, and once again, I'm pretty satisfied with how this came out. I hope you'll enjoy it too :D
***
He'd felt a thrill of excitement when the text message had landed in his inbox in the middle of rehearsal.
It had been a few months since their last encounter, and things had moved and changed around since then. He wasn't single anymore. But he knew that his boyfriend wouldn't mind this midnight encounter with a past lover. Especially not her. He wouldn't mind her.
I'll be at the club tonight, around 12. Come meet me, I miss you. xoxo
As it happened, he'd missed her too.
He couldn't help the smile that twisted his mouth as he replied with quick little tappings on the phone screen that he really wanted to see her, cigarette awkwardly wedged between his middle and ring finger. His eagerness did not go unnoticed.
"What are you smiling like a fool about?" Saga asked, taking a long drag of his own cigarette, leaning back against his amp.
Tora shrugged, pocketed his phone before inhaling some smoke of his own.
"Nothing. I'm just having a good day."
He didn't need to know. No one did. No one but him and her.
***
He'd been careful about his appearance, picking clothes that he knew she'd like.
First a long shower, scrubbing every inch of his skin until it was smooth and glowing, shaving with meticulous care. Then it was tight fitting black jeans that embraced his long legs, studded motorcycle boots, a black, deep v-neck tee dipping low on his chest, baring a smooth expanse of creamy skin. A delicate, slender black and silver rosary came on next, it had been a gift from her, the cross falling in the deep neckline. He'd styled his hair minimally, mussing it with his fingers until it was artfully tousled, framing his face in wild raven strands. He'd put on a little bit of makeup, just enough to make his eyes stand out, eyeliner and mascara. He'd sprayed on her favourite cologne too, spicy and smoky, wrists and neck, and that smooth skin underneath his belly button she loved to kiss to much, a smirk twisting his mouth as he remembered.
He'd thrown on a leather jacket and called a cab, and off he was. Excited beyond belief.
Their last encounter had been smouldering, and he craved for more. He had been craving her for a while but hadn't dared ask. Not with that new situation in both their lives. He knew the club well, a fancy place on the first floor of a luxurious hotel, full of those fashionable young things in search of a little heady fun. He was let in on principle, bypassing the lineup, the bouncer giving him a polite bow as he entered. It wasn't the first time he was gracing the establishment with his patronage, he did come with the band here and then, when Shou had a craving for overpriced drinks and Hiroto felt like making a complete fool of himself on the dance floor.
He left his jacket at the check, moving forward in the darkened abodes. It was dim, smoky and loud, heavy bass thrumming in his blood as he stepped into the main room. It was already crowded, not so surprising for a saturday night, the dance floor a throbbing, tangled mass of half-naked bodies moving relentlessly to the bass heavy music. It took less than a minute to spot her, standing at the bar.
He knew where to look, this was her favourite spot after all.
She was facing away from him, leaning over slightly as she ordered a drink from the handsome barman, the sight making his mouth dry, his tongue sticking to the inside of his teeth. Her dark blonde hair was pulled up in a messy updo, revealing the long line of her neck, her long sleeved dress dipping low in the back, all the way to the middle of her spine, a pale expanse of creamy skin revealed to his hungry eyes. It was a very short, draped black lamé dress, and as she leaned over, another inch of upper thigh was revealed as the fabric slid up pale skin. The lace edging of her stockings peeked from underneath the hem, and the clasp of her garter, and he had to force himself to breathe through his nose. She always managed to turn him into a sex-crazed animal, and her choice of clothing for the night made it very clear that it was her intent.
Those thighs, long and smooth and perfect, when encased in those over the knee, high-heeled boots and silky stockings were a thing of beauty. He knew exactly how strong and flexible they were, how soft and curvy, how they felt underneath his tongue, wrapped around his waist, forced over his shoulders. He'd missed her. So fucking much.
He forced himself to calm down, breathing deeply before making his way through the crowd to reach her. He came to stand beside her, brushing fingers down her nape, delighting at the excited shiver that raced down her spine, leaning over to kiss her temple.
"You're very beautiful tonight baby…" he whispered against her skin, delighted at her raspy, pleased giggle, letting his hand wander down the curve of her spine, splaying on the small of her back.
She turned towards him then, allowing herself be pressed tight against him as her arm slid around his waist. With her heels they were of a height, and if anything that turned him on even more, his hand dipping lower, grazing the upper curve of her rounded backside. Her hair framed her face perfectly, a flattering side part making honeyed strands fall across one eye, long, dangly silver earrings accentuating her long neck. Her eyes were perfectly made up with silver and black, lashes curled and dark, irises wide, a shimmery amber like old whiskey. She had left her skin pretty bare, a bit of artfully applied, subtle contouring underneath sharp cheekbones, pale pink blush, and her mouth was a nude tone, glossy, looking so full and inviting, asking to be kissed.
He gave in to that full mouth, barely tilting his head down to press his lips against hers, tasting the sweetness of her lipgloss, enfolded in a haze of her lush perfume. Floral with the musk of her skin underneath, intoxicating. Her tongue playfully delved past his lips and he yielded, letting his own tongue tangle with hers, until they were interrupted by the barman coming back with her drink. He playfully patted her hands away as he paid for her, ordering himself a vodka-tonic while she sipped on the brightly coloured concoction she had ordered herself from a thin straw. He turned to her again, smiling as he backed off half a pace.
"Is that a new dress?" he asked, observing her approvingly, especially that exposed thigh between the high boots and the short hem of the dress.
She flushed and smirked as she pulled him close again with her free hand, a hint possessive, fingers snaking underneath the back of his shirt, pressing against his heated skin.
"I got it today. You like it?" she murmured, low and soft.
He chuckled, burying his nose in her hair as he kissed her forehead.
"You're gorgeous baby. You know I love anything that shows off your thighs…" he whispered against the upper curve of her ear, "You know how much it makes me want you."
Her spine tensed at the words. No fear, just excitement, pure adrenaline, eagerness.
His drink arrived and he thankfully took a sip of the cool liquid, the fiery burn of the vodka settling pleasantly in his stomach, easing down his throat. She stuck to his side, her arm tight around his waist, and they quietly enjoyed the closeness of their bodies.
"Its been a long time baby…I missed you." he murmured, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, hand familiarly painting slow caresses between her shoulder blades.
She took another sip of her drink, smiling, glossed lips wrapped around the straw, and he couldn't help stare at them, when she drank and then spoke, heat coiling in his belly at the thought of those lips moving on his skin, wrapping around him.
"I've missed you too. We were both busy. Its okay, I'm back now, right? We can be together all night…" she replied, mouth full of heady promise, her smoky contralto sending a shiver down his spine, "Lets go dance…" she added, playful, taking the empty glass out of his hands to put it on the counter.
He chuckled, letting himself be dragged to the crowded dance floor and its fast paced, sultry throbbing beat. A few years ago he'd have balked at even thinking of stepping on a club dance floor, and his first attempts had been embarrassingly stiff and clumsy. But he'd become quite a decent dancer over time, for her, and he easily let the beat swallow them both as he gathered her in his arms, hips swaying as he shoved one leg between hers. Her hands flattened on his back as she ground her hips against his, so close, her heat pressing down into his thigh, through the fabric. He could feel her getting aroused, despite the fact that she was very neatly tucked in, and that just set fire to his blood, hands sliding down her back to cup her rear, boldly squeezing, hearing her throaty groan against his neck through the deafening music.
She whirled in his grasp, expertly, grinding herself against him in smooth sways of her hips, guiding his hands down her belly, hands getting swallowed and concealed in the folds of her dress. Concealed as he let his fingers dip down, feeling her through lamé fabric, between her thighs, mouth finding the crook of her neck as she lifted her arms, reaching back to tangle her hands in his hair. Her hips bucked against him, caressing him enough to work him up to a full erection. He'd been half-hard the very instant he'd seen her, from sheer anticipation, but the friction had worn away his every resistance, and every sway of hips made him aware of the hot weight of it pressing against her. He allowed himself to bite the skin underneath her ear, gently sucking, just enough to mark, knowing that he wasn't supposed to leave traces on her, incapable of resisting when she arched into him at the feeling, pressing the length of her back against his heated chest.
"Lets go up…" she whispered, knowing that they probably wouldn't be able to last another song without making a spectacle of themselves.
She grabbed his hand and guided him out of the club, he followed in a daze, amused at her impatience when he picked up his jacket at the check. To be fair, he was just as impatient as she was, just that her huffing at the attendant when she struggled at finding his jacket was adorable, and exciting, and gods did he want her right now. Jacket in hand, they went through a side door to the hotel lobby, long strides taking them to the elevator in which he pushed her as soon as the doors hissed open, barely giving her the time to push the floor button before pressing her against the mirrored wall.
It was like a dam breaking, and he kissed her like a man starved for oxygen, all teeth and tongue as his hand slid up her back, arousal pressed against her belly.
She dropped to her knees when they finally made it to the suite, in the middle of the bedroom while he toed off his boots and socks, looking up to him with heavy lidded eyes as her hands deftly undid his belt when he came close, the belt and then the button fastening of his jeans. He shrugged out of his tee, dropping it beside them as she ran her hands up his flat stomach, mouth tracing the ridges of his hipbones, the lines of muscle of his lower belly, warm and wet as she smiled against his heated skin.
"Hmm you remembered…" she purred, burying her nose in his belly with a delighted moan, her breath tickling him as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, dragging them down his thighs along the jeans, getting him completely naked but for the heavy rosary around his neck.
He chuckled, starting to take the pins out her hair, setting it free, hissing as warm breath finally hit his bare flesh.
"I remembered…" he breathed, trying hard not to pull her hair too excitedly.
But she didn't answer. She was looking at his erect cock a few inches from her face as she sat back on her heels, her tongue peeking out as she moistened her lips, hungrily. He gasped when she opened her mouth a little wider, latching it to the sensitive tip, sucking at the wetness that had leaked from the slit, looking up to him, her pupils blown with desire. He bit his lower lip, sucking it as she swallowed him with a pleased sigh, deep, practiced ease despite his larger than average girth. His fingers tangled in her half undone updo, hissing, tugging gently as her tongue dipped in the slit, slowly tasting him before letting it slide down her throat again, tight and silky slick.
He fucked her mouth, slow and hard, and she welcomed every stroke of his hips with a soft, muted groan of pleasure, his hands buried in soft, gloriously undone hair. She looked so beautiful on her knees like that, submissive, mouth hot and slick as he slipped in and out, his cock smeared with sticky gloss. He stopped before it went too far, before he came without fucking her, dragging her to her feet before backing towards the bed with her in his arms, his tongue seeking every trace of his musky bittersweetness in her mouth.
He sat on the edge of the bed, guiding her to stand between his parted knees. His hands started caressing her knees, through the supple leather of her thigh-high boots, slowly working their way up stocking clad skin, pressing and rubbing, getting re-acquainted with her curves, one at a time, her own hands tangling in his wild hair. His fingers slipped underneath the hem of her dress, tracing the lace edging he'd caught a glimpse of earlier, the suspenders of her garter belt, coaxing her to turn around. He followed the same pattern, caressing the back of her knees, thighs, and he hissed sharply when she slowly lifted the back of her dress, unbearably slowly, revealing the black lace edge, the satiny suspenders, creamy pale skin. His hands clenched on her hips as he leaned over, pressing his hot mouth against the newly bared skin, licking up the back of her thighs, reaching more black lace with his tongue. The edge of her underwear this time. Tiny little brazilian shorts, completely transparent lace, leaving little to the imagination as they cut across the curve of a perfect rear.
"Oh…oh baby, you're so beautiful…" he mumbled against her skin, overwhelmed that she had put on his very favourite for their reunion, his cock throbbing at the sight.
She moaned when he bit the fold of skin where thigh and butt-cheek met, sucking her lower lip as he lavished the bite with his tongue, repeating the process on the other side.
"Take off your dress…" he whispered, kissing his way up her curves, looking up hungrily as she pulled the dress up and over her head, baring her smooth back.
Pale and perfect, narrowing in all the right places, flaring slightly at the hips where his fingers dug in, tangling in the lacy garter belt, her skin soft and firm and sweat damp. He pressed his mouth to the small of her back, sucking on those two dimples, tracing the birth of her spine with his tongue as he inched back down, her knees trembling. He kissed and licked his way down the cleft, and she keened when his tongue pressed against the tight opening there, pushing damp lace against her as his hands worked up and down her thighs.
"God…yes…" she hissed when he pushed harder, tongue dragging against the fabric, her spine arching as he slid a hand between her thighs, cupping the firm heat tucked there, a soft squeeze.
She took half a step forward, turned around sharply, facing him in her half naked glory, skin glimmering in the dim light. His eyes followed the smooth line of her belly, the angle of her hipbones, how she's so perfectly smooth and soft between them. He kissed her there, through lace again, her skin radiating heat against his lips.
"Fuck me…I need you to fuck me…" she begged, head thrown back in pleasure, her voice deep and full of lambent desire.
He stood, bodily picking her up against him, an excited giggle escaping her throat. It was a lovely sound, low and joyful, and he wanted to hear it again and again.
"You're so strong," she purred against his lips, giggling again when he turned them both around, knelt on the bed, pushed her up against the pillows as he crawled over her body, stopping at her peaked nipples, a teasing flick of of tongue.
She chuckled, squirmed as he teased the ticklish spot with his mouth and tongue, moaning when teeth came into play. He pulled away half reluctantly, kneeling between her thighs as his hands slid up smooth thighs again, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. She'd put it on over her garter belt, so that they could fuck with her stockings on, knowing how much he'd loved it, and he smirked as he pulled the scrap of lace down her thighs, working it past her boots with an excited chuckle, hands trembling. He wanted her so bad. She parted her thighs for him then, and he carefully ran his fingers along the smooth seam of medical tape between her legs that held everything tucked out of the way, sending the entire surface of her skin trembling.
"You're so beautiful…so fucking beautiful…" he murmured, caressing her, lovingly, hand splaying against the warm skin.
She looked at him with lambent eyes from underneath the thick fringe of her lashes, a black lattice across the whiskey depths of her irises.
"You think so?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her raspy voice, her need to be validated, wanted, breaking through the haze of his lust, "More beautiful than him?"
He sighed, crawling over her, hitching her long legs around his waist, her booted heels digging in the back of his thighs as he tilted her head up with a hand underneath her chin, meeting her whiskey eyes with his hazel ones.
"You two are different. So different, don't make me choose…"
"I'm not asking you to, its just…sometimes I'm afraid you'll forget about me." she whispered, vulnerable.
"Oh baby…" he kissed her, sweetly, reassuringly, "How could I forget about you when I fell in love with you first? I love you both…need you both…"
He had fallen in love with her first, it was pure truth. Five years ago, in that very club downstairs, where he had come on a whim to blow off steam. He'd known him longer, much longer, but she'd fascinated him, with her beauty and her complexity. He's reminded of that time six months ago when they started dating, officially, after years of casual flings in empty practice rooms, late night ramen, tender kissing in the darkened safety of the backstage area after a show, trying to hide their budding love from well-meaning, and awfully curious bandmates. He'd needed some reassurance then, needed to be sure that he loved him, that it was real. That he was loving him for him, and not through the illusion she provided. This was her turn, months later, her turn to make sure that he was okay with all this, with splitting his heart in two yet keeping it whole, for them. For her. For him.
And he was okay with it. They were two parts of a whole, him and her, and he needed both in his life. He would always need both.
"I love you…" he whispered against her throat, running his hands down her flat chest, coaxing her legs tighter around him, "I love you so much baby…"
"I love you too…I love you…" she mumbled in his hair, sighing in relief.
He took his time preparing her for him, lubed fingers stretching her slowly and carefully, and when he finally pushed inside, in sharp little pulses that pulled exquisite little moans from her lips, her flesh embraced his like a blessing. Tight and blazing hot as she arched off the mattress into his arms, her mouth spilling endearments and curses alike. She felt like a living flame underneath him, her skin igniting under his touch, thighs holding him deliciously close as he moved inside her, a smooth roll of hips that made them both tremble with pleasure.
Push and pull, a dizzying rhythm as he lost himself in her. In the depth of her eyes, the salty sweetness of her skin, the hypnotizing, lush curve of her lips. Her eyes lazily fluttered shut when he lifted her against the headboard, kneeling underneath her as he pushed up and up, her thighs cupping his ribs as she held onto him for dear life, keening low in her throat when the position allowed him to press the hot length of him against her sweet spot. So deep inside her.
"Oh…there! Yes…right there…" she gasped, breathless, finding his mouth with hers as he thrust up and against her core.
Two thrusts, three, and she was sputtering and keening and begging as she came, blunt, red-lacquered nails grasping at his back, wet heat gushing between her thighs, making his movements slippery and fluid as the drops landed where they were joined so perfectly. He followed her into bliss with a desperate gasp, spine curling as he pressed her tight against the tall headboard, her clenching muscles milking the orgasm out of him as he pulsed and throbbed inside her, filling her with gushing heat. They were still a few seconds as they caught their breath, and then he slumped against her, sated and so happy, slowly easing her off the sticky leather of the headboard.
"I love you…god, I love you…" she murmured as he lay back, exhausted, their bodies still fused as she draped herself on top of him.
He didn't reply yet, still breathless, but he hoped that his caresses down her back, the small kisses he littered across her jaw spelled out his answer clearly enough.
He hoped that the way he would make love to her again in a few minutes would be enough to reassure her that he needed her. That he would always love her.
***
He looked at her getting dressed with a smirk, laid back in the mess of sheets that once was a bed, smoking.
She pulled on the garter belt first, and then the underwear, sliding it up her legs. She pulled out a stocking from underneath a fold of blanket, making a cutely annoyed face at the ladders he had scratched in it earlier, but still slipped it on, carefully, up ankle and smooth shin, past her knee and up her smooth thigh. The other wasn't faring any better and she cursed under her breath as her big toe caught in one of the holes, making him chuckle. She gave him a no-nonsense look from underneath the elegant fringe of honey-gold hair falling across her eyes.
"You always destroy my stockings you know…"
He snorted at that, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke.
"Then stop wearing some." he teased, looking at her fastening the suspenders with a focused look on her face.
"But you love them."
"Well, stop complaining then."
She chuckled, sultry, sex-raspy voice making heat curl in his stomach. Even after a whole night of her, of her crying out under and above him, of her blazing tightness around him, she still managed to make him ache, crave more. It was always like that with her. Short and ephemeral, but so intense, it always left him hungry for more.
She stepped into her boots, zipping them up carefully, and then shrugged into her dress, gathering her hairpins off the floor. She twisted a few strands away from her delicate face, pinned up the glorious mass of wavy tangles back into a messy updo again. She took off her earrings, dumped them in her purse before picking up a gold compact from its depths. She checked her makeup, cleaning up a smeared line here and there, applying a fresh coat of lipgloss. He observed her attentively, those little rituals he saw time and time again, comforting in a way, even if it means that she's about to leave. For god knows how long.
"Will I see you again soon?" he asked, stubbing his cigarette in the nearby ashtray, hating how needy his voice sounded, crawling to the edge of the bed.
Her smile was comforting, self-assured, and a little coquettish even.
"Sooner than later." she replied simply, shouldering the black leather purse as she came close to the edge of the bed where he settled.
She reached down, tilting his face up towards hers as she leaned down, kissing him softly, and she tasted like sex and lipgloss and he wanted to drag her back down to bed but he knows the rules of that fantasy they are sharing. Rules to make it safe, for the both of them.
She leaves in the morning, always.
"Thank you for last night, tiger. I had a good time." she murmured against his lips, kissing him again before straightening up, elegant as ever.
"I did too, I love you."
"I know."
"Have a safe ride home baby."
"Always."
He watched her leave with a wry smile, missing her already.
***
He stayed at the hotel another hour, a short nap and then a blazing hot shower relaxing bunched muscles in his back and thighs. He dressed up leisurely, checked out of the hotel at dawn, catching the first train on a whim, enjoying the quietness of empty streets. He walked back to their apartment at a relaxed pace, letting himself in quietly, shushing the meowing cat with a chuckle and a soft caress between velvety ears. Such an attention whore that cat, they spoiled him too much. He shrugged out of his jacket, toed off the boots, padded over to the bathroom still fogged with steam.
He removed his jewelry, dumped his clothing in the hamper and made his way over to the bedroom, completely naked, the cat following him, jumping up on the bed.
Uruha was already sleeping, his hair damp from the shower, falling straight in long honey-gold strands across a perfect, makeup-free face. He spotted the closet door open and went over to shut it, rearranging the thigh-high boots beside the other pairs of high heeled shoes, briefly letting his fingers linger on the lamé dress, neatly draped on a hanger. It really had been a perfect dress for her. He shut the closet door and slipped into bed beside his lover, finding him naked and sleep soft, smirking when Uruha plastered himself to his chest with a sleepy mumble.
He gently pushed his golden hair back, away from his temples, mouth twisting in a wry smile when his fingers landed on that purple and red bruise underneath Uruha's ear, the one he'd left there earlier. The makeup artists would be pissed, but he really didn't care, happy to see a remnant of his night with her. It would be there for a few days, a sweet reminder that she was still there, underneath the surface, ready to emerge when Uruha needed to let go, let her take charge for the night. His way to deal with built-up stress, as much part of her as she was part of him.
"Hey babe…" Uruha mumbled against his collarbone, voice raspy and sleepy.
"I thought you were sleeping?"
"Chikin woke me with his meows earlier…he always knows when you're coming home somehow."
"That darn spoiled cat…" he muttered affectionately, sparing a glance at the ball of fluff curled at Uruha's feet.
They were quiet for a minute, and then Uruha mumbled again.
"She had a lot of fun last night babe."
"She did? That's good…Do you think…do you think she would like it if I took her out for dinner next time?"
He felt Uruha smirk against his throat, arm snaking around his waist, pulling him close, so close, until their legs were tangled and he felt the safest he's ever felt, cuddling with his beautiful lover in that warm nest of blankets.
"Does that mean I can buy her another pretty dress?"
Tora chuckled, kissing his lover's forehead, eyes shutting in pleasure.
"Buy her everything she wants babe, I want her to be happy. I want you to be happy."
"I love you."
"I love you too babe. I love you both."
They were two and one, distinct yet fused, and Tora was willing to deal with all of it. He loved her, and he loved him. Equally yet differently.
***
So yeah…not your traditional crossdressing fic to be honest. I wanted to explore crossdressing as a means to let go completely, going further than the sexual aspect of it, even if Tora's encounter with Uruha's female alter ego is very sexually charged. It goes further than sex, its about self-preservation, about letting the subconscious take over as a defence mechanism, an ultimate escape from reality of sorts. I hope this came through somewhat? I think that's why I thought Gemini was a fitting title, its about alter-egos, twins of sorts, as much as it is about crossdressing I think. I'm not gonna ramble too much here, its past midnight and my brain is pretty much fried XD Hopefully the feelings I tried to portray came across alright :P Let me know in the comments what you thought, love y'all xoxo