#30 of 365
Title: Bar Buddies
Fandom: Durarara!!
Characters: Delic/Tsugaru
Prompt: Crossdressing
A/N: Here's part 2! Enjoy~
Delic reached the bathroom door just as it was swinging just from Tsugaru’s entrance into the bathroom. His steps were a bit dazed and wobbly, the effects of alcohol setting in and making his head buzz uncomfortably on top of the shock he still felt. Tsugaru was leaning back against the counter, and the pose was so distinctly feminine and so un-Tsugaru that Delic had a hard time believing it wasn’t just some woman who had come to the bar. His hands were back on the sink, back arched slightly, and he was peering through the mess of blonde bangs that must have been a wig with such intensity that Delic’s cock gave another unhelpful twitch. He thanked whatever gods might be listening that the bathroom was currently vacant.
“Tsu… why..,” he asked weakly, his brain still not quite working to form words. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why the older blonde was doing this, when it screamed many things very anti-Tsugaru. The seductive pose was enough to shock him, and the dress, wig, and makeup seemed overkill to that idea.
“Does it matter, Delic-san?” Tsugaru practically purred once again, blue eyes gleaming. “I am here, and I’m sure you want it. It is yours to take. I’m surprised that you are questioning it.” The false pitch Tsugaru had affected earlier was gone now, and the voice entreating him was unmistakable as the blonde’s. He gulped, still not sure what kind of territory he was venturing into. His drunken brain, however, didn’t seem to much care what might result from this, only seeing it as an opportunity to get something he hadn’t thought he was going to this evening. His cock didn’t seem to mind either, giving another unhelpful twitch and going half-mast.
“Come on, Delic-san,” that voice haunted him again, the lusty haze to it all too inviting. “I’m yours.”
Those two words were enough for the blonde to grab Tsugaru, drawing him into a more secluded stall and shutting the door behind him. His lips were on the other’s in a second, sealing over them and pressing him against the wall. His tongue sloppily asked for entrance, which was promptly given. His tongue began to explore the crevices of Tsugaru’s mouth, an unknown and uncharted territory that filled him with a surge of pleasure, which only increased with the soft noises Tsugaru made underneath him. Tsugaru’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as their hips bumped together.
If there had been any remaining doubt that this was Tsugaru it was resolved the moment their hips collided the first time. Tsugaru’s erection, straining beneath the dress, rubbed against Delic’s causing both blondes to let out a muffled moan into the other’s mouth. Delic ground his hips into Tsugaru’s again, revelling in how he could gain moans from the other man. He reached up, tugging the wig off of Tsugaru’s head, and the long, wavy blonde hair gave way to Tsugaru’s normal and much shorter golden locks. They were a mess, but when Delic pulled away to gain breath the image he was greeted with was even more beautiful and alluring than the wig had made him. Long bangs dipped into Tsugaru’s half closed eyes, causing their haze and passion to be partially covered. The blue was still intense, however, and stuck out even through the strands of hair in front of them.
Casting the wig to the floor, Delic’s hands moved to the bottom of Tsugaru’s dress. Hiking up the dress, he looked down, curious to see what he was wearing underneath. His eyes widened for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Tsugaru’s arousal was straining beneath a blue silk thong. The fabric was permeated, giving Delic small peaks at the organ that lay underneath. It was only held around the blonde’s body by three very thin-looking straps. The view caused Delic to nearly begin salivating.
“Tsu, a thong?” he gasped, eyes still wide, mouth no doubt agape as he tried to grasp his mind around yet another concept that evaded him. Tsugaru merely responded with an even smile.
“I thought you might appreciate the added touch. It seems I was not wrong.”
Delic’s hands made quick work on pulling down the thong as far as was necessary, letting it drop to the floor as well when he had pushed it far enough. The silk fell harmlessly to the ground, leaving Tsugaru’s erection exposed. There was the sound of a belt clicking and the sound of a zipper unzipping before Delic pulled out his own throbbing member. With a groan, Delic spit into his hand, rubbing the slick liquid onto his own erection. The pleasure erupted in his mind, but was over all too soon as his erection was coated in saliva. He used his still slick fingers, pushing two into the past the ring of muscles and into Tsugaru.
The blonde moaned, clutching harder to Delic as he scissored his fingers inside, working to stretch the blonde to permit entrance. Tsugaru’s wonton moans only made him work faster, the sound going straight to his cock and making him moan himself. A third finger was added, stroking and stretching within the warm heat, Tsugaru leaning forward to bury his head against the host’s shoulder as his moans continued to emanate. This treatment only lasted for a few brief moments before the fingers were retracted.
Delic sheathed himself inside rather suddenly, causing Tsugaru’s head to come off his shoulder as his back arched and another loud moan burst from his lips as he was suddenly filled by the other. Delic held him by his hips, allowing Tsugaru’s toes to curl in the sapphire blue high heels that Delic had just noticed he was wearing. They were discarded as unimportant as he pulled back, driving into the blonde again and eliciting a moan from both parties. His thrusts continued as he held the blonde up, Tsugaru’s head craning back and laying against the wall, blue eyes closed in pure ecstasy at the situation as Delic continued to thrust inside him.
The magenta-eyed host took the opportunity to attack the exposed neck of his partner, showering it with kisses and occasionally sucking or nibbling hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys that would become visible in the morning. One hand chose to move, exploring the body that was still covered in the lovely blue and white fabric of the dress. He had forgotten how lithe Tsugaru was under the sweeping folds of fabric that he normally wore. The dress allowed Delic to feel those tight abs and firm muscles that made up Tsugaru’s body. He had a very nice form which was normally hidden by his traditional get-up. If only he’d known sooner….
His pace picked up and became far less controlled, and he could tell he was near completion. With a cry, Tsugaru’s walls clenched around Delic and his seed spurted out onto his stomach, flecking the edges of the dress. Delic came moments later, releasing deep within Tsugaru’s ass. He came out, panting heavily as they came off the high and mingled scent of alcohol and their own unique scents.
“So,” Delic panted, still leaning against the blonde. “Why are you dressed like this?”
“Hmm… we can’t always win bets, can we?” the blonde chuckled. “Psyche has an… interesting, method of collecting his winnings.”
Without another word, Tsugaru bent down, pulling the thong back into position before he straightened his dress out, using toilet paper to clean up what cum he could and silently thankful that the cum had not stained the dress too badly. It took him only moments to straighten up in the bathroom, complete with replacing his wig using the bathroom mirror. It was hard to believe the calm blonde was once more looking at him in the form of a barely recognizable female.
“See you at home, Delic-san~” the blonde smiled, voice seeming to seamlessly fade back up into the falsetto female voice. The blonde turned and left the bathroom, leaving Delic to mull over how creepy it was to see Tsugaru in a dress… but all too hot. He’d have to ask Psyche what bet he’d won to get Tsugaru in such an outfit…
Fandom: Durarara!!
Characters: Delic/Tsugaru
Prompt: Crossdressing
A/N: Here's part 2! Enjoy~
Delic reached the bathroom door just as it was swinging just from Tsugaru’s entrance into the bathroom. His steps were a bit dazed and wobbly, the effects of alcohol setting in and making his head buzz uncomfortably on top of the shock he still felt. Tsugaru was leaning back against the counter, and the pose was so distinctly feminine and so un-Tsugaru that Delic had a hard time believing it wasn’t just some woman who had come to the bar. His hands were back on the sink, back arched slightly, and he was peering through the mess of blonde bangs that must have been a wig with such intensity that Delic’s cock gave another unhelpful twitch. He thanked whatever gods might be listening that the bathroom was currently vacant.
“Tsu… why..,” he asked weakly, his brain still not quite working to form words. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why the older blonde was doing this, when it screamed many things very anti-Tsugaru. The seductive pose was enough to shock him, and the dress, wig, and makeup seemed overkill to that idea.
“Does it matter, Delic-san?” Tsugaru practically purred once again, blue eyes gleaming. “I am here, and I’m sure you want it. It is yours to take. I’m surprised that you are questioning it.” The false pitch Tsugaru had affected earlier was gone now, and the voice entreating him was unmistakable as the blonde’s. He gulped, still not sure what kind of territory he was venturing into. His drunken brain, however, didn’t seem to much care what might result from this, only seeing it as an opportunity to get something he hadn’t thought he was going to this evening. His cock didn’t seem to mind either, giving another unhelpful twitch and going half-mast.
“Come on, Delic-san,” that voice haunted him again, the lusty haze to it all too inviting. “I’m yours.”
Those two words were enough for the blonde to grab Tsugaru, drawing him into a more secluded stall and shutting the door behind him. His lips were on the other’s in a second, sealing over them and pressing him against the wall. His tongue sloppily asked for entrance, which was promptly given. His tongue began to explore the crevices of Tsugaru’s mouth, an unknown and uncharted territory that filled him with a surge of pleasure, which only increased with the soft noises Tsugaru made underneath him. Tsugaru’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss as their hips bumped together.
If there had been any remaining doubt that this was Tsugaru it was resolved the moment their hips collided the first time. Tsugaru’s erection, straining beneath the dress, rubbed against Delic’s causing both blondes to let out a muffled moan into the other’s mouth. Delic ground his hips into Tsugaru’s again, revelling in how he could gain moans from the other man. He reached up, tugging the wig off of Tsugaru’s head, and the long, wavy blonde hair gave way to Tsugaru’s normal and much shorter golden locks. They were a mess, but when Delic pulled away to gain breath the image he was greeted with was even more beautiful and alluring than the wig had made him. Long bangs dipped into Tsugaru’s half closed eyes, causing their haze and passion to be partially covered. The blue was still intense, however, and stuck out even through the strands of hair in front of them.
Casting the wig to the floor, Delic’s hands moved to the bottom of Tsugaru’s dress. Hiking up the dress, he looked down, curious to see what he was wearing underneath. His eyes widened for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Tsugaru’s arousal was straining beneath a blue silk thong. The fabric was permeated, giving Delic small peaks at the organ that lay underneath. It was only held around the blonde’s body by three very thin-looking straps. The view caused Delic to nearly begin salivating.
“Tsu, a thong?” he gasped, eyes still wide, mouth no doubt agape as he tried to grasp his mind around yet another concept that evaded him. Tsugaru merely responded with an even smile.
“I thought you might appreciate the added touch. It seems I was not wrong.”
Delic’s hands made quick work on pulling down the thong as far as was necessary, letting it drop to the floor as well when he had pushed it far enough. The silk fell harmlessly to the ground, leaving Tsugaru’s erection exposed. There was the sound of a belt clicking and the sound of a zipper unzipping before Delic pulled out his own throbbing member. With a groan, Delic spit into his hand, rubbing the slick liquid onto his own erection. The pleasure erupted in his mind, but was over all too soon as his erection was coated in saliva. He used his still slick fingers, pushing two into the past the ring of muscles and into Tsugaru.
The blonde moaned, clutching harder to Delic as he scissored his fingers inside, working to stretch the blonde to permit entrance. Tsugaru’s wonton moans only made him work faster, the sound going straight to his cock and making him moan himself. A third finger was added, stroking and stretching within the warm heat, Tsugaru leaning forward to bury his head against the host’s shoulder as his moans continued to emanate. This treatment only lasted for a few brief moments before the fingers were retracted.
Delic sheathed himself inside rather suddenly, causing Tsugaru’s head to come off his shoulder as his back arched and another loud moan burst from his lips as he was suddenly filled by the other. Delic held him by his hips, allowing Tsugaru’s toes to curl in the sapphire blue high heels that Delic had just noticed he was wearing. They were discarded as unimportant as he pulled back, driving into the blonde again and eliciting a moan from both parties. His thrusts continued as he held the blonde up, Tsugaru’s head craning back and laying against the wall, blue eyes closed in pure ecstasy at the situation as Delic continued to thrust inside him.
The magenta-eyed host took the opportunity to attack the exposed neck of his partner, showering it with kisses and occasionally sucking or nibbling hard enough to leave a trail of hickeys that would become visible in the morning. One hand chose to move, exploring the body that was still covered in the lovely blue and white fabric of the dress. He had forgotten how lithe Tsugaru was under the sweeping folds of fabric that he normally wore. The dress allowed Delic to feel those tight abs and firm muscles that made up Tsugaru’s body. He had a very nice form which was normally hidden by his traditional get-up. If only he’d known sooner….
His pace picked up and became far less controlled, and he could tell he was near completion. With a cry, Tsugaru’s walls clenched around Delic and his seed spurted out onto his stomach, flecking the edges of the dress. Delic came moments later, releasing deep within Tsugaru’s ass. He came out, panting heavily as they came off the high and mingled scent of alcohol and their own unique scents.
“So,” Delic panted, still leaning against the blonde. “Why are you dressed like this?”
“Hmm… we can’t always win bets, can we?” the blonde chuckled. “Psyche has an… interesting, method of collecting his winnings.”
Without another word, Tsugaru bent down, pulling the thong back into position before he straightened his dress out, using toilet paper to clean up what cum he could and silently thankful that the cum had not stained the dress too badly. It took him only moments to straighten up in the bathroom, complete with replacing his wig using the bathroom mirror. It was hard to believe the calm blonde was once more looking at him in the form of a barely recognizable female.
“See you at home, Delic-san~” the blonde smiled, voice seeming to seamlessly fade back up into the falsetto female voice. The blonde turned and left the bathroom, leaving Delic to mull over how creepy it was to see Tsugaru in a dress… but all too hot. He’d have to ask Psyche what bet he’d won to get Tsugaru in such an outfit…