Shall We Play a Game of Pretend, Master? [2/7?]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 07:52:41 UTC
Kiku could feel his conscience battling inside of him. He knew it wasn't in his place to open the gift even if it was for him, but Kiku was finding himself sink deeper and deeper into the siren call. He remembered all the times Feliciano would sent gifts that he wasn't supposed to open until a few days later or when Feliciano came to visit, and Kiku opened them after a few hours of his curiosity has driving him crazy. Feliciano would always laugh about how hilarious that the normally patient Japanese man had absolutely no self-restraint whatsoever when came to gifts every time Feliciano found him out.
"Just a peek. It wouldn't hurt, right? I'll make extra dessert for Alfred-san as an apology..." Kiku said. After all, he knew how to carefully re-wrap gifts after years of taking quick sneak peaks.
Kiku looked around as if he was looking for signs if someone was coming before sitting on the floor and carefully opening the wrapping.
By the time he removed the wrapper around the now pink box. Kiku gently shook off the top and his jaw dropped and with the top in his hands. He picked up a small dress from the box. The skirt was very puffy from the frilly petticoat that was attached to it. It was quite obvious that it was some kind of sexy French maid outfit. Kiku couldn't help but turn red.
'Is this what Alfred-san was planning to give to me?!'
Kiku caught something at the edge of his eyes and saw there was a note on the floor that fell from the dress. He grabbed it.
"'Happy Birthday, Kiku! When I saw this in a lingerie store when I was visiting Francis, I knew it was a perfect fit for you. I hope you'll wear this some day for me! -Al :9.'"
Then suddenly everything clicked into place. It was well known among the Nations that Alfred was a bit of a prankster, remembering of that one time on Arthur's birthday when Alfred somehow convinced Francis to pop out of a huge cake with nothing but a small batch of strategically placed roses and cat ears. Kiku shuddered at the memory although seeing poor Arthur's reaction was priceless.
"So, this was a joke gift?" Kiku said, a bit disappointed.
It wasn't no revelation to Kiku that he might felt more than friendly affection for the vivacious young nation. He couldn't deny that he hoped for a moment that this naughty gift was some indication that his feelings weren't one-sided.
'It was a pretty nice gag gift though, it would be a waste of money, though....'
Then a stray idea popped in his mind before he immediately stomped on it.
'No, it's preposterous! It'll never work... but then again I can play it off as a joke if it doesn't work. Whatever happens in the end, I can get the upper hand on him before he gets me.' Kiku pondered. He took a quick look at his watch. Alfred usually don't come home until 6 or 7 in the evening and he already finished the immediate preparations for dinner already and can afford a few more minutes.
Kiku clenched his fist in resolve as he started to take off his happougi.
A few minutes later, his former clothes scattered on the floor, Kiku looked at the tall mirror in Alfred's room and was shocked at his reflection. The dress had a mesh-like black bustier that made an illusion of a bit of curves on his form. The bustier dipped low past halfway of his back, slowing most of the skin there, until the small zipper at the small of his back. Then the bustier flow into the shirt and small apron that was attached to the dress. The petticoat under the shirt gave the skirt enough volume that it lifted the shirt just above halfway his thighs. Kiku blushed a bit that he had enough gall to wear garter belt, black thigh-high stockings and the white frilly panties that went with it.
Kiku carefully put on the white headdress to complete the outfit. He did a few silly and coquettish embarrassing poses. Kiku always wondered about crossplaying, but hesitated because he thought that he would look terrible in it, but he had to admit that it wasn't all that bad on him.
He held his stomach, feeling his nerves rattled inside of him. He was betting a lot on this even if it turns out to be just a prank if things don't work out, but he knew deep down that it was a risk he had to take.
Shall We Play a Game of Pretend, Master? [3/7?]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 07:56:53 UTC
Kiku collected the box and his clothes and dumped it in his temporary room. With head held high and renew confidence in himself, he went downstairs to finish making dinner. _____________________
Alfred sighed as he rolled his shoulders and yawned. It was a long day of inauguration preparations with the higher ups of the CIA, FBI and Secret Service and all Alfred wanted at that moment was food and veg out in front of the TV for the rest of the day. He was only glad that he had a small reprieve for the next couple of days that he can spend with Kiku.
He whistled happily as he imagined what Kiku might've made for dinner. He chuckled, knowing the Japanese man's distaste of Alfred's diet of fast food.
He heard a faint pattering of feet. Alfred didn't pay much attention to it, concluding it might be Kiku busying himself around the house. Alfred sighed, he knew that meant Kiku had once again ignored his plea to not to clean the house. He reached for the keys to his brownstone house and opened the door.
"Kiku, I'm hom-" Alfred managed to say before he paused at the sight front of him.
There was Kiku sitting in his usual seiza-style position in the foyer... in that French maid outfit he brought with smile on his face.
"Welcome home, Master. I hope you did a great job at work today..."
Now Alfred was really confused. He managed to get a better look of the outfit when Kiku finally stood up to take off his duffle coat and hanged in the closet by the foyer, trying to calm the rising blush on his cheeks. "Kiku, what are-?"
"Dinner is ready. If you like, you can have dinner first, or do you want to rest in the TV room first?"
That was when Alfred realized that Kiku was doing some kind of roleplay. He had heard about it here and there from some friends and work colleague but never seriously thought of doing it. He decided that he might as well play along with it to see where it goes. Before Alfred could give his answer, his empty stomach growled. Kiku chuckled behind his hand.
"I suppose the Master's stomach has spoken. Follow me."
Alfred had to have to curb his urge to let out a wolf whistle once he got a look of the outfit from the back. He concluded that Kiku looked too good in that outfit.
Alfred watched Kiku dusting the TV room at the corner of his eyes under the pretense of watching some random reality show in the TV room. Dinner was a rather pleasurable affair. Kiku had fed him his portion, looking cute and sexy doing so. He won't lie that when he brought the outfit, he did a desire to see how it looked on the Japanese. Kiku, despite he old man mannerisms, was pretty adorable. It took him to summon a will of iron to not ravishing his "maid" there and then.
'Damn it, those ruffle things are in the way!'
Alfred bit his lip as Kiku reach on his tiptoes to dust off the bookcase self.
When he was sure that Kiku was distracted, he trailed a hand down to the hard-on that was slowly rising from his pants. He had to remind himself that this was a game first and foremost. All he had to do is wait a little more before he can see how far he could go with this scenario.
It looks like it's going to much more fun tonight. _____________________
Kiku gave the Lincoln bust once more wipe as he finished dusting the room. He smiled as he felt the eyes on his back. Putting away the feather duster on top of the table, he walked aside Alfred's recliner. "Is there anything else you want me to do, Master?"
Alfred smirked, "How about taking a small break?"
Before Kiku could even reply, Alfred grabbed his wrist and pulled the short man on his lap. Kiku flushed when that he felt the hardness brushing against his behind. He suppressed a moan when America cupped the back of his neck with one hand, the other rubbing up and down his leg.
Then Alfred kissed him.
It was tender and soft, at first. Kiku let out a sound as Alfred pressed into a sensitive spot on his thigh. Alfred didn't hesitate to take his chance as he slipped his tongue inside the open mouth. He moaned every time that tongue brushed against his as it explored his mouth thoroughly.
Kiku shifted without disconnecting the kiss to wrap his arms around the Alfred's neck and started his own assault. Alfred grunted his pleasure as the kiss gotten rough and deep.
Shall We Play a Game of Pretend, Master? [4/7?]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 08:03:15 UTC
Alfred's hand on his thigh stilled before moving up to the bottom of the garter. He hastily unfastened them, although it made Kiku wonder a bit how the young nation knew how to undo them so easily. Before Kiku could think further on the matter, he felt the fingers moved up against the side of the frilly panties and across his inner thigh, brushing against the straining mound. Kiku gasped as Alfred released him from the kiss and started nibbling across his jaw down to his neck.
All Kiku could do is to hold on tighter as Alfred slowly dragged the panties down his legs, feeling his now-freed cock brushing against the soft petticoat of the dress and his bare ass brushing against against the somewhat coarse pants leg under him.
Then Alfred bit him on the neck. Kiku quickly covered his mouth in a effort to muffle the pained cry as Alfred licked it as if was an apology. Kiku turned to the Alfred when he felt the young man moving away from his neck and gave him a mischievous smirk as he swiftly took off the panties then swung them around one finger.
"So, you really wore these... those frilly things was hiding them pretty well. They must've look cute on your ass, huh?" Alfred said.
Kiku just blushed as Alfred pocketed the piece of lingerie and snapped the garters back on.
"Well, I think I'm going to turn in for the night. So why don't you prepare my bed, Kiku? I'll follow right behind you."
Kiku was glad that the skirt of the dress was long enough to hide his nakedness down there as he stood and retrieved the feather duster. He gave Alfred a slight bow.
"As you wish, Master."
When Kiku thought what the American meant that he will follow right behind him, he didn't think that Alfred had meant that literally.
He was all too aware of that intense gaze focusing on the sashaying movement of his skirt and felt a little naughty (in a good way, of course). When they reached the stairs, Kiku stopped on the side of it, silently gesturing the American to go on ahead.
"Why are you stopping, Kiku? Go on. Remember that you have to prepare my bed for me?"
Kiku blushed a little. He wasn't stupid. While the skirt made it hard to see anything when he was bending slightly or reaching up, there was no way the petticoat could cover him the whole trip upstairs. He flushed as he started to walk up the stairs. There was a sense of anticipation that was slowly building up in the air each step he took. The gaze at his skirt sharpened as he took that crucial step.
But not before the feather duster blocked the view. Kiku let out a small smile as he heard a small growl at the bottom of the stairs.
Kiku looked over his shoulder. "Master, we mustn't play around the staircase."
Alfred grunted as followed right behind, cursing the feather duster that thwarted his plans.
When the two finally reached the bedroom, Kiku opened the floor and shuffled right in. Alfred locked it as he watched the Japanese man put down the feather duster and pulled out the sheets from the bed. He sighed as he plopped down into the soft mattress.
"Well, the bed has been set, Master. Do you want me to help you change into your nightwear?"
Alfred sat up, loosing his tie. "Nah, I can do that myself."
Kiku blushed a bit. "Well... there is anything else I can do for you for today, Master?"
Alfred rubbed his chin. "Weeell, there is something..."
"What is it?"
Alfred reached for Kiku's hand, rubbing on the back of it. "You have been a spectacular maid, Kiku."
Kiku smiled and blushed a little at the compliment. "Thank you-"
"Buuuut, I can't overlook your little misdeed today."
Kiku was confused. "Misdeed, master?" He felt America tighten his grip on his hand.
"You were snooping around my room, didn't you? If you weren't, you wouldn't find this pretty outfit. I was planning to give to you as a gag gift on your birthday, but I'm not upset about you wearing it though. I never thought in my wildest dreams such a day would come I would see you in my room with it on. You really look cute in it although you were trying to upstage me with it."
Kiku blushed even though he was nervous, all the boldness earlier slowly fading away. Alfred smirked.
Shall We Play a Game of Pretend, Master? [5/7?]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 08:05:11 UTC
"Now, I want you get on your knees and suck my cock. Of course, you have a choice: If you refuse, you will go straight to bed. However, if you go through this punishment, I will give you a reward for being such a wonderful maid today."
Kiku smiled a little. Alfred had basically gave him an opportunity to back out from all of this. His hidden consideration touched him.
But there was no need for it.
Kiku knelt down until his face was a mere couple of inches from the straining bulge in the pants. "I don't want to go to bed knowing that I committed a transgression against you, Master. I don't be able to sleep a wink with the knowledge that I made you unhappy in some way."
Alfred's eyes widen as Kiku unzipped his pants and slipped his small hand inside of the boxers, feeling the warm hardness. He lowered the boxers more as he pulled it out. He could hear the heavy breathing his small, calloused hand rubbed over the pulsating vein. He stared at the head as he took one tentative lick on it. The gasp that Alfred made in result was music to his ears.
Then he slowly took the head into his mouth.
"Fuck, Kiku. So hot." Alfred hissed.
Encouraged by the comment, Kiku slowly push down his mouth along the cock until he felt it hit his gag reflex. He nearly gagged but he managed it. Kiku pulled most of the cock out before engulfing it again. Before long, he established a steady rhythm. He made an effort to remember to lick on the sides, along the pulsating veins and slightly nibble around the head before letting the cock come back in his mouth. His hand busied around Alfred's balls, massaging them and at time nibbling on them. He looked up and watched Alfred's flushed face in the throes of ecstacy, his dilated blue eyes staring down on him.
Kiku felt one of Alfred cupped from the back of his head and pushed his head down into the straining erection, fucking his mouth.
However, his own erection was crying for attention. Kiku used his free hand to slip into the petticoats and grabbed onto his erection. Before he could relieve himself, Alfred's foot kicked his arm away.
"Ah, no-no. This is punishment. That means no relief for you."
Kiku groaned which only Alfred shiver.
"Shit, I'm close. Let go and keep your mouth open."
Kiku obeyed as Alfred jerked himself a couple before splatting his cum all over the maid's face, cum splattering around his lower face and his mouth.
Alfred smiled, chest shuddering from the orgasm. "Now swallow."
Kiku gulped the bitter liquid down his throat and licked around his lips. "You taste good, Master."
Alfred pulled up Kiku into his arms, wiping the semen off Kiku's face. He kissed him on the forehead. "That's my good maid."
Kiku smiled a little, a little proud of himself.
"Since you were good today, your master would grant you one request. So, what is it that you want, Kiku?"
Kiku looked into Alfred's eyes. "I want you fuck me, Master."
Alfred raised one eyebrow. "Really?"
Kiku nodded as he wiggled in Alfred's lap. "Please, Master. I want you so badly."
Alfred smirked. "When you say it like that, how can I refuse? Very well, Kiku, I will grant your request. Get on the bed."
Kiku left Alfred's lap and quickly moved to the bed. He wasn't even middle of the bed before Alfred pounced on him, capturing his lips. Alfred moved to nibble on his ear as the American's hand managed to reach the zipper to Kiku's maid dress on the small of the Japanese man's back. Alfred quickly pulled off the dress and threw it on the floor, leaving Kiku only in his mussed up headdress, garter belts and high-thigh stockings.
"So sexy. It makes me want to fuck you into this bed right now..."
Kiku looked at him hooded eyes. "Please, Master, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Shall We Play a Game of Pretend, Master? [6/7?]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 08:07:06 UTC
Alfred snickered. "Hey, now. I said you only get one request. You don't get to order me around." He left the bed. Kiku lifted his head enough to see Alfred to grab the feather duster that was on top of the nightstand.
"Be glad I decided not to punish you for being a tease earlier, too. I wonder how much this will save you now." Alfred said as he whacked the feather duster to remove all the dust that was clinging to it. Kiku shuddered as his felt the light, ticklish sensation of the feathers brush against his collarbone. Alfred took off his glasses as he bent down and press a suckling kiss along where the feather duster touched. He repeated this method over and over: over his arms, hands, nipples, belly, his thigh, his fee,t until Kiku's body was tingling and flushed with arousal all over.
Kiku sucked in a breath when the feathered brushed along his erection. Kiku blushed as he spread his legs opened as Alfred bend down. But the American stopped just a few millimeters from the tip of the head that oozing with precum.
"You know what. Nah."
Kiku felt his heart drop. "Please, no! NO! I beg of you, Master!"
Alfred smirked as he tossed off the feather duster into the floor as he slowly stripped down the rest his clothes, ruthlessly teasing Kiku. As he discarded his clothes, he reached into the nightstand drawers and grabbed a tube. He opened it as rubbed the oil around his fingers.
"Get on your knees and spread your ass." Alfred ordered as he approached the bed.
Kiku didn't care about modesty anymore and did what he told. He rolled over onto his knees and spread himself open revealing the puckered entrance. Alfred let out a small laugh as he crawled to Kiku. He give a him a long, languid suck on the nape of his neck as he press onto the puckered hold as one slick finger slipped in.
Kiku hissed in discomfort as he was slowly fucked over and over before he was introduced to a second finger. Alfred paused a bit, searching for something until Kiku almost practically almost flew off the bed. "Ah!"
"Oh, it seems I've found your sweet spot, Kiku." Alfred said as he pressed over and over unto that soft, spongy patch. All Kiku could do is moan. When he felt he was on the edge again, Alfred cruelly pulled out his fingers.
Kiku let out a frustrated breath before he felt Alfred loom over his back, feeling those muscle touch his back as the warm head of his master's cock brushed against his asshole as it slowly slid inside. Kiku hissed from the slow burn as his ass was stretching open. Alfred gave one more shallow thrust as he slid on home. Kiku took deep breaths as he tried to accommodate the huge cock that was now in his body.
A few moments passed as Kiku felt Alfred pull out before push in again. Kiku could do was to grab the sheets and moan loudly and his ass was rammed into. His squeezed his ass each the cock invaded him, relishing the grunts Alfred was making
"Oh- ahhhhhhhhhhh~!" Kiku moaned as Alfred finally managed to right the angle to brush again that spot.
"Ah, now there we go. Now what you want me to do now, Kiku?"
"Deeper, Master, deeper please~!"
Alfred smirked before falling back into the bed mid-thrust, making Kiku feel the full effect as he screamed in pleasure.
Kiku felt his resolve crumbling as the assualt continued. "Please, I need to cum, Master! I need so badly!"
Kiku bit back an anguished cry as Alfred stopped. The American pressed his back and he kissed the side of Kiku's face.
"You know, I bet you gonna come without me even touching you. Do you think so, too?"
Alfred grabbed the edge of stocking and let it snap against Kiku's thigh as he licked the shell of Kiku's ear and whispered,
Re: Shall We Play a Game of Pretend, Master? [7/7, END]
anonymous
March 15 2009, 08:09:38 UTC
Next thing Kiku knew, his body seized up as he came, cum shooting all over the sheets. He shuddered from his heightened senses and cooling sweat as he felt Alfred thrust into the tightened hole as the warmth of cum shot up inside of him. Alfred fell back, taking Kiku with him on his chest.
When Kiku recovered enough from the effects of his orgasm, he slowly slid Alfred's cock out of his ass, blushing slightly as he felt the cum drip down his leg. Alfred took off the headdress and guided Kiku into a slow kiss. It wasn't particular deep but no less enjoyable.
Kiku pulled away as he felt fatigue overtake him. "That was nice, Alfred-san. Thank you."
Alfred chuckled. "I should be the one to say that."
Kiku smiled as he closed his eyes.
Alfred scratched his nose. "Y'know, I was hoping after we take a nap, we can have another go. But this time without the roleplaying stuff. You know, normal sex."
Kiku opened his eyes and smiled as he wrapped his arms across the broad chest, or at least attempted do. "Okay."
Alfred kissed on top of Kiku's head. "Although, it would be nice to play 'make pretend' one in a while though."
Kiku chuckled as he feel into a peaceful sleep. _____________________
Kiku took a deep breath as he tied the cloth belt of his trenchcoat. He had called Alfred if he wanted to spend the break period together. Kiku couldn't help but smile. Though their relationship had initially taken off on a physical level, it wasn't long before the emotional level caught up and now they're totally head-over-heels in love.
Kiku opened the door of his office and took a small peek at the hallway, making sure it the coast was clear. It was lunchtime in the United Nations building and all the Nations should be either in the cafeteria in the building or eating outside. He shuffled out of his office and hurried along the hallway. He stop short when he heard a very familiar voice.
"Luuuuuudwig~! Luuuuuudwig~! Hurry up! I made reservations for this really nice Italian restaurant nearby. It's really hard to one, you know!"
Ludwig closed the door as the bouncy person circled around him. "I know! Now, let's go, Feliciano."
"I wish Kiku could come along, Maybe next time." Feliciano said with a sad note in his voice. Kiku made a note to himself to invite the Italian along for dinner while he was in the States.
"He probably have free time then. Now, stop playing around, we have fifteen minutes to get there."
Feliciano grabbed one of Ludwig's arms. "Ve~! Let's go!"
Kiku quickly hid himself using his shinobi training. When he heard the voice drift further down the hallway, he wasted no time and rushed to his destination.
When he reached outside of Alfred's door, he took a minute to straighten himself out as he opened the door. After he slipped in and locked the door behind him, he watched Alfred shuffle through his paper. Kiku's heart skipped a beat at the rare display of the usually playful Alfred looking so professional. He cleared his throat.
"Jones-sensei, you wanted to see me?"
Alfred lifted his head as Kiku opened his trenchcoat and dropped in the floor, revealing a cute, skimpy female sailor high school uniform.
Alfred gave a quick smile of appreciation before he schooled his face into a stern look. "Yes. You see I don't think such a good honor student like you should be going around in such inappropriate clothes benefiting of the wrong crowd. I think a thorough punishment is in order.
Kiku smiled a little before bowing his head in shame.
"Please, sensei. Punish me." __________________ orz, sorry if I fucked it up somehow, OP.
"Just a peek. It wouldn't hurt, right? I'll make extra dessert for Alfred-san as an apology..." Kiku said. After all, he knew how to carefully re-wrap gifts after years of taking quick sneak peaks.
Kiku looked around as if he was looking for signs if someone was coming before sitting on the floor and carefully opening the wrapping.
By the time he removed the wrapper around the now pink box. Kiku gently shook off the top and his jaw dropped and with the top in his hands. He picked up a small dress from the box. The skirt was very puffy from the frilly petticoat that was attached to it. It was quite obvious that it was some kind of sexy French maid outfit. Kiku couldn't help but turn red.
'Is this what Alfred-san was planning to give to me?!'
Kiku caught something at the edge of his eyes and saw there was a note on the floor that fell from the dress. He grabbed it.
"'Happy Birthday, Kiku! When I saw this in a lingerie store when I was visiting Francis, I knew it was a perfect fit for you. I hope you'll wear this some day for me! -Al :9.'"
Then suddenly everything clicked into place. It was well known among the Nations that Alfred was a bit of a prankster, remembering of that one time on Arthur's birthday when Alfred somehow convinced Francis to pop out of a huge cake with nothing but a small batch of strategically placed roses and cat ears. Kiku shuddered at the memory although seeing poor Arthur's reaction was priceless.
"So, this was a joke gift?" Kiku said, a bit disappointed.
It wasn't no revelation to Kiku that he might felt more than friendly affection for the vivacious young nation. He couldn't deny that he hoped for a moment that this naughty gift was some indication that his feelings weren't one-sided.
'It was a pretty nice gag gift though, it would be a waste of money, though....'
Then a stray idea popped in his mind before he immediately stomped on it.
'No, it's preposterous! It'll never work... but then again I can play it off as a joke if it doesn't work. Whatever happens in the end, I can get the upper hand on him before he gets me.' Kiku pondered. He took a quick look at his watch. Alfred usually don't come home until 6 or 7 in the evening and he already finished the immediate preparations for dinner already and can afford a few more minutes.
Kiku clenched his fist in resolve as he started to take off his happougi.
A few minutes later, his former clothes scattered on the floor, Kiku looked at the tall mirror in Alfred's room and was shocked at his reflection. The dress had a mesh-like black bustier that made an illusion of a bit of curves on his form. The bustier dipped low past halfway of his back, slowing most of the skin there, until the small zipper at the small of his back. Then the bustier flow into the shirt and small apron that was attached to the dress. The petticoat under the shirt gave the skirt enough volume that it lifted the shirt just above halfway his thighs. Kiku blushed a bit that he had enough gall to wear garter belt, black thigh-high stockings and the white frilly panties that went with it.
Kiku carefully put on the white headdress to complete the outfit. He did a few silly and coquettish embarrassing poses. Kiku always wondered about crossplaying, but hesitated because he thought that he would look terrible in it, but he had to admit that it wasn't all that bad on him.
He held his stomach, feeling his nerves rattled inside of him. He was betting a lot on this even if it turns out to be just a prank if things don't work out, but he knew deep down that it was a risk he had to take.
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Alfred sighed as he rolled his shoulders and yawned. It was a long day of inauguration preparations with the higher ups of the CIA, FBI and Secret Service and all Alfred wanted at that moment was food and veg out in front of the TV for the rest of the day. He was only glad that he had a small reprieve for the next couple of days that he can spend with Kiku.
He whistled happily as he imagined what Kiku might've made for dinner. He chuckled, knowing the Japanese man's distaste of Alfred's diet of fast food.
He heard a faint pattering of feet. Alfred didn't pay much attention to it, concluding it might be Kiku busying himself around the house. Alfred sighed, he knew that meant Kiku had once again ignored his plea to not to clean the house. He reached for the keys to his brownstone house and opened the door.
"Kiku, I'm hom-" Alfred managed to say before he paused at the sight front of him.
There was Kiku sitting in his usual seiza-style position in the foyer... in that French maid outfit he brought with smile on his face.
"Welcome home, Master. I hope you did a great job at work today..."
Now Alfred was really confused. He managed to get a better look of the outfit when Kiku finally stood up to take off his duffle coat and hanged in the closet by the foyer, trying to calm the rising blush on his cheeks. "Kiku, what are-?"
"Dinner is ready. If you like, you can have dinner first, or do you want to rest in the TV room first?"
That was when Alfred realized that Kiku was doing some kind of roleplay. He had heard about it here and there from some friends and work colleague but never seriously thought of doing it. He decided that he might as well play along with it to see where it goes. Before Alfred could give his answer, his empty stomach growled. Kiku chuckled behind his hand.
"I suppose the Master's stomach has spoken. Follow me."
Alfred had to have to curb his urge to let out a wolf whistle once he got a look of the outfit from the back. He concluded that Kiku looked too good in that outfit.
Alfred watched Kiku dusting the TV room at the corner of his eyes under the pretense of watching some random reality show in the TV room. Dinner was a rather pleasurable affair. Kiku had fed him his portion, looking cute and sexy doing so. He won't lie that when he brought the outfit, he did a desire to see how it looked on the Japanese. Kiku, despite he old man mannerisms, was pretty adorable. It took him to summon a will of iron to not ravishing his "maid" there and then.
'Damn it, those ruffle things are in the way!'
Alfred bit his lip as Kiku reach on his tiptoes to dust off the bookcase self.
When he was sure that Kiku was distracted, he trailed a hand down to the hard-on that was slowly rising from his pants. He had to remind himself that this was a game first and foremost. All he had to do is wait a little more before he can see how far he could go with this scenario.
It looks like it's going to much more fun tonight.
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Kiku gave the Lincoln bust once more wipe as he finished dusting the room. He smiled as he felt the eyes on his back. Putting away the feather duster on top of the table, he walked aside Alfred's recliner. "Is there anything else you want me to do, Master?"
Alfred smirked, "How about taking a small break?"
Before Kiku could even reply, Alfred grabbed his wrist and pulled the short man on his lap. Kiku flushed when that he felt the hardness brushing against his behind. He suppressed a moan when America cupped the back of his neck with one hand, the other rubbing up and down his leg.
Then Alfred kissed him.
It was tender and soft, at first. Kiku let out a sound as Alfred pressed into a sensitive spot on his thigh. Alfred didn't hesitate to take his chance as he slipped his tongue inside the open mouth. He moaned every time that tongue brushed against his as it explored his mouth thoroughly.
Kiku shifted without disconnecting the kiss to wrap his arms around the Alfred's neck and started his own assault. Alfred grunted his pleasure as the kiss gotten rough and deep.
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All Kiku could do is to hold on tighter as Alfred slowly dragged the panties down his legs, feeling his now-freed cock brushing against the soft petticoat of the dress and his bare ass brushing against against the somewhat coarse pants leg under him.
Then Alfred bit him on the neck. Kiku quickly covered his mouth in a effort to muffle the pained cry as Alfred licked it as if was an apology. Kiku turned to the Alfred when he felt the young man moving away from his neck and gave him a mischievous smirk as he swiftly took off the panties then swung them around one finger.
"So, you really wore these... those frilly things was hiding them pretty well. They must've look cute on your ass, huh?" Alfred said.
Kiku just blushed as Alfred pocketed the piece of lingerie and snapped the garters back on.
"Well, I think I'm going to turn in for the night. So why don't you prepare my bed, Kiku? I'll follow right behind you."
Kiku was glad that the skirt of the dress was long enough to hide his nakedness down there as he stood and retrieved the feather duster. He gave Alfred a slight bow.
"As you wish, Master."
When Kiku thought what the American meant that he will follow right behind him, he didn't think that Alfred had meant that literally.
He was all too aware of that intense gaze focusing on the sashaying movement of his skirt and felt a little naughty (in a good way, of course). When they reached the stairs, Kiku stopped on the side of it, silently gesturing the American to go on ahead.
"Why are you stopping, Kiku? Go on. Remember that you have to prepare my bed for me?"
Kiku blushed a little. He wasn't stupid. While the skirt made it hard to see anything when he was bending slightly or reaching up, there was no way the petticoat could cover him the whole trip upstairs. He flushed as he started to walk up the stairs. There was a sense of anticipation that was slowly building up in the air each step he took. The gaze at his skirt sharpened as he took that crucial step.
But not before the feather duster blocked the view. Kiku let out a small smile as he heard a small growl at the bottom of the stairs.
Kiku looked over his shoulder. "Master, we mustn't play around the staircase."
Alfred grunted as followed right behind, cursing the feather duster that thwarted his plans.
When the two finally reached the bedroom, Kiku opened the floor and shuffled right in. Alfred locked it as he watched the Japanese man put down the feather duster and pulled out the sheets from the bed. He sighed as he plopped down into the soft mattress.
"Well, the bed has been set, Master. Do you want me to help you change into your nightwear?"
Alfred sat up, loosing his tie. "Nah, I can do that myself."
Kiku blushed a bit. "Well... there is anything else I can do for you for today, Master?"
Alfred rubbed his chin. "Weeell, there is something..."
"What is it?"
Alfred reached for Kiku's hand, rubbing on the back of it. "You have been a spectacular maid, Kiku."
Kiku smiled and blushed a little at the compliment. "Thank you-"
"Buuuut, I can't overlook your little misdeed today."
Kiku was confused. "Misdeed, master?" He felt America tighten his grip on his hand.
"You were snooping around my room, didn't you? If you weren't, you wouldn't find this pretty outfit. I was planning to give to you as a gag gift on your birthday, but I'm not upset about you wearing it though. I never thought in my wildest dreams such a day would come I would see you in my room with it on. You really look cute in it although you were trying to upstage me with it."
Kiku blushed even though he was nervous, all the boldness earlier slowly fading away. Alfred smirked.
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Kiku smiled a little. Alfred had basically gave him an opportunity to back out from all of this. His hidden consideration touched him.
But there was no need for it.
Kiku knelt down until his face was a mere couple of inches from the straining bulge in the pants. "I don't want to go to bed knowing that I committed a transgression against you, Master. I don't be able to sleep a wink with the knowledge that I made you unhappy in some way."
Alfred's eyes widen as Kiku unzipped his pants and slipped his small hand inside of the boxers, feeling the warm hardness. He lowered the boxers more as he pulled it out. He could hear the heavy breathing his small, calloused hand rubbed over the pulsating vein. He stared at the head as he took one tentative lick on it. The gasp that Alfred made in result was music to his ears.
Then he slowly took the head into his mouth.
"Fuck, Kiku. So hot." Alfred hissed.
Encouraged by the comment, Kiku slowly push down his mouth along the cock until he felt it hit his gag reflex. He nearly gagged but he managed it. Kiku pulled most of the cock out before engulfing it again. Before long, he established a steady rhythm. He made an effort to remember to lick on the sides, along the pulsating veins and slightly nibble around the head before letting the cock come back in his mouth. His hand busied around Alfred's balls, massaging them and at time nibbling on them. He looked up and watched Alfred's flushed face in the throes of ecstacy, his dilated blue eyes staring down on him.
Kiku felt one of Alfred cupped from the back of his head and pushed his head down into the straining erection, fucking his mouth.
However, his own erection was crying for attention. Kiku used his free hand to slip into the petticoats and grabbed onto his erection. Before he could relieve himself, Alfred's foot kicked his arm away.
"Ah, no-no. This is punishment. That means no relief for you."
Kiku groaned which only Alfred shiver.
"Shit, I'm close. Let go and keep your mouth open."
Kiku obeyed as Alfred jerked himself a couple before splatting his cum all over the maid's face, cum splattering around his lower face and his mouth.
Alfred smiled, chest shuddering from the orgasm. "Now swallow."
Kiku gulped the bitter liquid down his throat and licked around his lips. "You taste good, Master."
Alfred pulled up Kiku into his arms, wiping the semen off Kiku's face. He kissed him on the forehead. "That's my good maid."
Kiku smiled a little, a little proud of himself.
"Since you were good today, your master would grant you one request. So, what is it that you want, Kiku?"
Kiku looked into Alfred's eyes. "I want you fuck me, Master."
Alfred raised one eyebrow. "Really?"
Kiku nodded as he wiggled in Alfred's lap. "Please, Master. I want you so badly."
Alfred smirked. "When you say it like that, how can I refuse? Very well, Kiku, I will grant your request. Get on the bed."
Kiku left Alfred's lap and quickly moved to the bed. He wasn't even middle of the bed before Alfred pounced on him, capturing his lips. Alfred moved to nibble on his ear as the American's hand managed to reach the zipper to Kiku's maid dress on the small of the Japanese man's back. Alfred quickly pulled off the dress and threw it on the floor, leaving Kiku only in his mussed up headdress, garter belts and high-thigh stockings.
"So sexy. It makes me want to fuck you into this bed right now..."
Kiku looked at him hooded eyes. "Please, Master, fuck me. Fuck me hard."
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"Be glad I decided not to punish you for being a tease earlier, too. I wonder how much this will save you now." Alfred said as he whacked the feather duster to remove all the dust that was clinging to it. Kiku shuddered as his felt the light, ticklish sensation of the feathers brush against his collarbone. Alfred took off his glasses as he bent down and press a suckling kiss along where the feather duster touched. He repeated this method over and over: over his arms, hands, nipples, belly, his thigh, his fee,t until Kiku's body was tingling and flushed with arousal all over.
Kiku sucked in a breath when the feathered brushed along his erection. Kiku blushed as he spread his legs opened as Alfred bend down. But the American stopped just a few millimeters from the tip of the head that oozing with precum.
"You know what. Nah."
Kiku felt his heart drop. "Please, no! NO! I beg of you, Master!"
Alfred smirked as he tossed off the feather duster into the floor as he slowly stripped down the rest his clothes, ruthlessly teasing Kiku. As he discarded his clothes, he reached into the nightstand drawers and grabbed a tube. He opened it as rubbed the oil around his fingers.
"Get on your knees and spread your ass." Alfred ordered as he approached the bed.
Kiku didn't care about modesty anymore and did what he told. He rolled over onto his knees and spread himself open revealing the puckered entrance. Alfred let out a small laugh as he crawled to Kiku. He give a him a long, languid suck on the nape of his neck as he press onto the puckered hold as one slick finger slipped in.
Kiku hissed in discomfort as he was slowly fucked over and over before he was introduced to a second finger. Alfred paused a bit, searching for something until Kiku almost practically almost flew off the bed. "Ah!"
"Oh, it seems I've found your sweet spot, Kiku." Alfred said as he pressed over and over unto that soft, spongy patch. All Kiku could do is moan. When he felt he was on the edge again, Alfred cruelly pulled out his fingers.
Kiku let out a frustrated breath before he felt Alfred loom over his back, feeling those muscle touch his back as the warm head of his master's cock brushed against his asshole as it slowly slid inside. Kiku hissed from the slow burn as his ass was stretching open. Alfred gave one more shallow thrust as he slid on home. Kiku took deep breaths as he tried to accommodate the huge cock that was now in his body.
A few moments passed as Kiku felt Alfred pull out before push in again. Kiku could do was to grab the sheets and moan loudly and his ass was rammed into. His squeezed his ass each the cock invaded him, relishing the grunts Alfred was making
"Oh- ahhhhhhhhhhh~!" Kiku moaned as Alfred finally managed to right the angle to brush again that spot.
"Ah, now there we go. Now what you want me to do now, Kiku?"
"Deeper, Master, deeper please~!"
Alfred smirked before falling back into the bed mid-thrust, making Kiku feel the full effect as he screamed in pleasure.
Kiku felt his resolve crumbling as the assualt continued. "Please, I need to cum, Master! I need so badly!"
Kiku bit back an anguished cry as Alfred stopped. The American pressed his back and he kissed the side of Kiku's face.
"You know, I bet you gonna come without me even touching you. Do you think so, too?"
Alfred grabbed the edge of stocking and let it snap against Kiku's thigh as he licked the shell of Kiku's ear and whispered,
"Come."
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When Kiku recovered enough from the effects of his orgasm, he slowly slid Alfred's cock out of his ass, blushing slightly as he felt the cum drip down his leg. Alfred took off the headdress and guided Kiku into a slow kiss. It wasn't particular deep but no less enjoyable.
Kiku pulled away as he felt fatigue overtake him. "That was nice, Alfred-san. Thank you."
Alfred chuckled. "I should be the one to say that."
Kiku smiled as he closed his eyes.
Alfred scratched his nose. "Y'know, I was hoping after we take a nap, we can have another go. But this time without the roleplaying stuff. You know, normal sex."
Kiku opened his eyes and smiled as he wrapped his arms across the broad chest, or at least attempted do. "Okay."
Alfred kissed on top of Kiku's head. "Although, it would be nice to play 'make pretend' one in a while though."
Kiku chuckled as he feel into a peaceful sleep.
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Kiku took a deep breath as he tied the cloth belt of his trenchcoat. He had called Alfred if he wanted to spend the break period together. Kiku couldn't help but smile. Though their relationship had initially taken off on a physical level, it wasn't long before the emotional level caught up and now they're totally head-over-heels in love.
Kiku opened the door of his office and took a small peek at the hallway, making sure it the coast was clear. It was lunchtime in the United Nations building and all the Nations should be either in the cafeteria in the building or eating outside. He shuffled out of his office and hurried along the hallway. He stop short when he heard a very familiar voice.
"Luuuuuudwig~! Luuuuuudwig~! Hurry up! I made reservations for this really nice Italian restaurant nearby. It's really hard to one, you know!"
Ludwig closed the door as the bouncy person circled around him. "I know! Now, let's go, Feliciano."
"I wish Kiku could come along, Maybe next time." Feliciano said with a sad note in his voice. Kiku made a note to himself to invite the Italian along for dinner while he was in the States.
"He probably have free time then. Now, stop playing around, we have fifteen minutes to get there."
Feliciano grabbed one of Ludwig's arms. "Ve~! Let's go!"
Kiku quickly hid himself using his shinobi training. When he heard the voice drift further down the hallway, he wasted no time and rushed to his destination.
When he reached outside of Alfred's door, he took a minute to straighten himself out as he opened the door. After he slipped in and locked the door behind him, he watched Alfred shuffle through his paper. Kiku's heart skipped a beat at the rare display of the usually playful Alfred looking so professional. He cleared his throat.
"Jones-sensei, you wanted to see me?"
Alfred lifted his head as Kiku opened his trenchcoat and dropped in the floor, revealing a cute, skimpy female sailor high school uniform.
Alfred gave a quick smile of appreciation before he schooled his face into a stern look. "Yes. You see I don't think such a good honor student like you should be going around in such inappropriate clothes benefiting of the wrong crowd. I think a thorough punishment is in order.
Kiku smiled a little before bowing his head in shame.
"Please, sensei. Punish me."
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So sexy. I loved every second. Thank you so much!!
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Oh man, I loved the end!
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