Twice as Wicked. (Horitsuba, Yuui/Syaoron)
Title: Twice as Wicked.
Fandom: Horitsuba.
Warnings: Teacher/student relationship.
Contents: Crossdressing, age differences, porn.
Characters/couples: Yuui/Syaoron.
Summary: When Syaoron gets chosen as the princess for the school play, he hadn't counted with the fact that apparently Yuui really likes the idea of him wearing a dress.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: De-anoning from the CLAMP kinkmeme.
Twice as Wicked.
Sakura and Himawari both squeal in amazement as Daidouji-san shows everyone the dress she did for the play. It's black velvet with the details worked in silver, the cut low enough that he wonders what Daidouji is going to do for the fake breasts he's obviously gonna have to wear.
"This was the most complicated one, so I wanted to do it first," Daiduoji explains. "The white dress won't have as many details and it'll be softer looking, since it's supposed to represent innocence."
Syaoron looks at Daidouji, mouthing 'supposed?' without actually saying the word. Daidouji just beams quiet innocence and he has to turn his laughter into a cough.
"Syaoron-kun, you're going to look so cool!" Sakura says, her eyes shining enough that he knows better than to feel offended: Sakura never means anything bad, after all.
Instead he grins, hooking an arm around Syaoran's shoulders, surprising his brother where he had leaning forward, looking at the dress.
"I still think my brother would've been a better princess."
"N-niisan, that's not--"
Sakura squeals again, looking at Syaoran with starry eyes. "Syaoran-kun, you would've been lovely!"
Syaoron can see his brother being torn between his natural urges to please Sakura and his wish to crawl underneath some rocks and die of embarrassment. "That's isn't--"
"Y'know, Daidouji-san? Maybe we could tell Caldina-sensei that Syaoran should be Odette," Syaoron says as if the idea had just occurred to him and not from the moment he was chosen as a princess. "I could just play Odile. Since Syaoran doesn't have a role in the actual play and all..."
Syaoran's "N-niisan!!" is mixed up with Sakura's squeal of excitement.
"As happy as you all seem," comes Yuui's voice, sounding softly amused. Syaoron turns to grin at him, letting go of Syaoran so that his brother can go and die in peace by his place. "We're about to start."
"Sorry, sensei!" Sakura says, still beaming. "Tomoyo-chan came to show us the dress Syaoron-kun will wear on the play!"
"Really?" Yuui approaches them, and his hand on Syaoron's back is completely gentle and professional and it still gives him goosebumps all over his back, as well as the distant - and constant - wish for them to be able to be alone. Yuui hums, thoughtful, fingering the skirt of the gown before he turns to look at Syaoron, as if picturing him wearing the dress. When their eyes cross, there is something much more intense on Yuui's usual gentle expression that makes Syaoron certain that Yuui likes the idea of him in a dress a lot, and for a moment he's afraid he's going to do something embarrassing like blushing.
"It's a very nice work, Tomoyo-chan," Yuui compliments the girl. His hand remains on Syaoron's back for longer than he needs too. "I'm looking forward to the play, but now you also have classes to go to."
"Yes, sensei," Daidouji says. Syaoron goes to his place as well, sorry when Yuui stops touching his back.
**
He doesn't get to go to Yuui's place a lot: while Yuui and Fay don't share an apartment (something, Yuui had told him, that came with Fay's natural love for chaos and his own need for quiet, as well as both having private lives) they do live on the same building so they have to be careful.
Syaoron's still about ten minutes earlier than he should, so he takes his coat outside, taking a deep breath. Coming all the way here from Daidouji's house already dressed (and yeah, so now he's pretty much indebted with Daidouji and everyone at the academy knew that the only other person you didn't want to be indebted to was Eagle Vision of the 3rd year, who, if rumors are to be believed, runs something like a mafia at the school) had helped him get used to the dress and the way he should move, so now the only thing is hoping that he won't make a complete fool of himself when Yuui opens. He's pretty sure he read him correctly, but still...
So he takes a deep breath, stands straight and knocks on the door. Feeling the normal jitters he always gets when he's about to see Yuui somewhere else besides the school, but now they feel twice as hard.
"You're a bit early, Syaoron--" Yuui trails off as he looks at him, even losing his smile.
Syaoron stops himself from smirking as he sees Yuui look from the knee high boots to the stockinged thighs, up where the ruffles of the skirt start and up. Daidouji had even lent him a wig, so he moves his head a bit so that the dark brown curls that reach his waist swish with it.
"I just wanted to surprise you," he says, trying to go for innocent. "Sensei."
"... well, I am surprised," Yuui says, his voice gone rough for a second. Syaoron scores on the mental tally he carries when Yuui's eyes keep... well. The only way to explain it is 'raking' him. And the fact that he might possibly have sold his soul to Daidouji suddenly isn't so bad. "Please, come on in."
"I'm sorry for intruding," Syaoron says, eyes downcast since he can barely keep the victorious grin from his face.
Of course, that stops the moment he tries to decide what would be the best way to take off the boots he's wearing, mentally swearing of a moment for not having considered that before.
Yuui seems to notice this as he murmurs an "Allow me," before he's kneeling down in front of him, hands on his hips. Syaoron swallows, and then he actually has to lean against the door when Yuui brushes a kiss against his thigh, where it's covered by the stocking.
"Did Tomoyo-chan also give you these?" And at that, Syaoron can feel himself flushing because he had been the one to buy those, as well as the matching panties. Yuui smiles against his thigh, hands moving all over the velvet feel of the boot. "The boots, I mean."
"Ah, yeah," they haven't even started to making out and he's already getting hard. He shrugs, trying for nonchalant, possibly failing as if it was going out of fashion. "She said it was easier like that."
"Such a thoughtful girl, Tomoyo-chan," Yuui agrees, and he's moving his fingers off the boot and over his thigh, rough fingertips touching the stocking and then Syaoron stops breathing for a second as his fingers touch skin, but then he's moving his hands down again, this time actually undoing the zipper so he can tug it off. Syaoron lifts his leg so that Yuui can tug it off, and he's pretty sure he just flashed Yuui his knickers, if the way Yuui's hands move up his leg once the boot is off is any proof. "The other one, Syaoron-kun?"
He's embarrassingly hard by the time Yuui manages to get off his other boot, and he's not embarrassed to moan when Yuui stands up, pressing him against the door and kissing him hard. He would tally another point about making Yuui lose his composure if he wasn't so hard for this himself.
Yuui breaks apart, skin so white he's flushed. Syaoron wonders if he looks the same, how he looks with what he's wearing. "This way."
He doesn't really pay attention during the short walk from Yuui's front door to his bedroom. Not when they're kissing, when Yuui's hands move from his waist to his ass, touching his thighs, pressing him close. One moment they were by the door and the next one Yuui is murmuring against his ear if he'd like to ride him and Syaoron doesn't have enough coherency to say he'd beg please.
"The dress," he starts, moaning as Yuui kneels again, hands on his hips now so he can tug his panties off. Yuui rubs his cheek against his thigh, and for a moment he fears that if Yuui starts sucking him, he's not gonna last even a second.
Yuui, however, just smiles at him, cupping his balls, dry fingers teasing at his hole. "Would you leave it on? You look really nice, Syaoron-kun."
So he's pretty sure soiling the dress will give Daidouji his soul and possibly his life, but all Syaoron can do is nod and then moan against Yuui's mouth when he kisses him again as they move to the bed, for him to stradle Yuui's hips, and then he's panting against Yuui's neck as Yuui's slippery fingers start opening him slowly. If it wasn't for the fact that he can feel Yuui's cock where it's rubbing against him, he'd wonder if Yuui wasn't feeling this, too, with how patient he is.
"Yuui," he moans, biting at his collarbone, hands fisted on his half open shirt where neither of them were patient enough to finish undressing Yuui. "Please, c'mon..."
Yuui chuckles a bit, softly. "I think that, one day, Syaoron-kun, I'll have you wait even more."
And Syaoron can't really stop himself from asking: "So I can beg?" and with the way Yuui's eyes flare at the thought, Syaoron knows he's also going to be waiting for that.
But now Yuui takes out his fingers and he moves a hand to his cock, steading it, so that all is left is for Syaoron to move back, to straddle Yuui properly and--
"Yes," Yuui moans, eyes half open. He moves his hands to his hips while Syaoron keeps his hands around Yuui's shoulders. "Syaoron..."
It's only like this that Yuui ever drops the honorifics, and the sound of his name still makes him shiver, and just that's enough for Syaoron to move again, and again, feeling Yuui's cock move, the way his hands curl tight around his thighs, and even better when Yuui moves a hand and curls it around his cock, stroking it, so that the only thing he has to worry is about moving, hands on Yuui's thighs so that he can get it good.
"Yuui," he says or asks or probably both. He's so close, he can feel the way his balls keep tightening.
"You look marvelous," Yuui says, and his voice is still doing that breathy and rough thing that Syaoron loves so much. He caresses his thigh with his free hand, still stroking his cock. "Come, Syaoron."
And if he had to guess, it's probably Yuui's voice saying his name what tips him over, making him come so hard he bites his lip.
Yuui keeps moving, rocking against him, both hands on his hips now under the dress, rocking harder against him. Syaoron feels almost too sensitive now that he came, but he moves a bit, puts his hands on Yuui's shoulders so he can move better, not allowing himself to stop.
"Yuui," he moans, not adding the honorific on purpose, eyes half open, looking at Yuui. He doesn't get many chances, to see Yuui like this, his expression so serious, so hungry. He moans again. "C'mon, Yuui..." and he gets to see the way Yuui comes, and that makes something hot tighten itself in his chest.
After, Yuui breaths a laugh, pushing himself on his forearms as he looks at him, looking at him both incredibly amused and incredibly fond.
"I'm afraid that we might have soiled the dress, after all," Yuui says.
Syaoran grins. Daidouji will probably kill him, but really, he doubts she didn't know why he asked this for: she's twice as wicked as he could ever hope to be. "Just might? Then we'll have to do this again."
Fandom: Horitsuba.
Warnings: Teacher/student relationship.
Contents: Crossdressing, age differences, porn.
Characters/couples: Yuui/Syaoron.
Summary: When Syaoron gets chosen as the princess for the school play, he hadn't counted with the fact that apparently Yuui really likes the idea of him wearing a dress.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: De-anoning from the CLAMP kinkmeme.
Twice as Wicked.
Sakura and Himawari both squeal in amazement as Daidouji-san shows everyone the dress she did for the play. It's black velvet with the details worked in silver, the cut low enough that he wonders what Daidouji is going to do for the fake breasts he's obviously gonna have to wear.
"This was the most complicated one, so I wanted to do it first," Daiduoji explains. "The white dress won't have as many details and it'll be softer looking, since it's supposed to represent innocence."
Syaoron looks at Daidouji, mouthing 'supposed?' without actually saying the word. Daidouji just beams quiet innocence and he has to turn his laughter into a cough.
"Syaoron-kun, you're going to look so cool!" Sakura says, her eyes shining enough that he knows better than to feel offended: Sakura never means anything bad, after all.
Instead he grins, hooking an arm around Syaoran's shoulders, surprising his brother where he had leaning forward, looking at the dress.
"I still think my brother would've been a better princess."
"N-niisan, that's not--"
Sakura squeals again, looking at Syaoran with starry eyes. "Syaoran-kun, you would've been lovely!"
Syaoron can see his brother being torn between his natural urges to please Sakura and his wish to crawl underneath some rocks and die of embarrassment. "That's isn't--"
"Y'know, Daidouji-san? Maybe we could tell Caldina-sensei that Syaoran should be Odette," Syaoron says as if the idea had just occurred to him and not from the moment he was chosen as a princess. "I could just play Odile. Since Syaoran doesn't have a role in the actual play and all..."
Syaoran's "N-niisan!!" is mixed up with Sakura's squeal of excitement.
"As happy as you all seem," comes Yuui's voice, sounding softly amused. Syaoron turns to grin at him, letting go of Syaoran so that his brother can go and die in peace by his place. "We're about to start."
"Sorry, sensei!" Sakura says, still beaming. "Tomoyo-chan came to show us the dress Syaoron-kun will wear on the play!"
"Really?" Yuui approaches them, and his hand on Syaoron's back is completely gentle and professional and it still gives him goosebumps all over his back, as well as the distant - and constant - wish for them to be able to be alone. Yuui hums, thoughtful, fingering the skirt of the gown before he turns to look at Syaoron, as if picturing him wearing the dress. When their eyes cross, there is something much more intense on Yuui's usual gentle expression that makes Syaoron certain that Yuui likes the idea of him in a dress a lot, and for a moment he's afraid he's going to do something embarrassing like blushing.
"It's a very nice work, Tomoyo-chan," Yuui compliments the girl. His hand remains on Syaoron's back for longer than he needs too. "I'm looking forward to the play, but now you also have classes to go to."
"Yes, sensei," Daidouji says. Syaoron goes to his place as well, sorry when Yuui stops touching his back.
**
He doesn't get to go to Yuui's place a lot: while Yuui and Fay don't share an apartment (something, Yuui had told him, that came with Fay's natural love for chaos and his own need for quiet, as well as both having private lives) they do live on the same building so they have to be careful.
Syaoron's still about ten minutes earlier than he should, so he takes his coat outside, taking a deep breath. Coming all the way here from Daidouji's house already dressed (and yeah, so now he's pretty much indebted with Daidouji and everyone at the academy knew that the only other person you didn't want to be indebted to was Eagle Vision of the 3rd year, who, if rumors are to be believed, runs something like a mafia at the school) had helped him get used to the dress and the way he should move, so now the only thing is hoping that he won't make a complete fool of himself when Yuui opens. He's pretty sure he read him correctly, but still...
So he takes a deep breath, stands straight and knocks on the door. Feeling the normal jitters he always gets when he's about to see Yuui somewhere else besides the school, but now they feel twice as hard.
"You're a bit early, Syaoron--" Yuui trails off as he looks at him, even losing his smile.
Syaoron stops himself from smirking as he sees Yuui look from the knee high boots to the stockinged thighs, up where the ruffles of the skirt start and up. Daidouji had even lent him a wig, so he moves his head a bit so that the dark brown curls that reach his waist swish with it.
"I just wanted to surprise you," he says, trying to go for innocent. "Sensei."
"... well, I am surprised," Yuui says, his voice gone rough for a second. Syaoron scores on the mental tally he carries when Yuui's eyes keep... well. The only way to explain it is 'raking' him. And the fact that he might possibly have sold his soul to Daidouji suddenly isn't so bad. "Please, come on in."
"I'm sorry for intruding," Syaoron says, eyes downcast since he can barely keep the victorious grin from his face.
Of course, that stops the moment he tries to decide what would be the best way to take off the boots he's wearing, mentally swearing of a moment for not having considered that before.
Yuui seems to notice this as he murmurs an "Allow me," before he's kneeling down in front of him, hands on his hips. Syaoron swallows, and then he actually has to lean against the door when Yuui brushes a kiss against his thigh, where it's covered by the stocking.
"Did Tomoyo-chan also give you these?" And at that, Syaoron can feel himself flushing because he had been the one to buy those, as well as the matching panties. Yuui smiles against his thigh, hands moving all over the velvet feel of the boot. "The boots, I mean."
"Ah, yeah," they haven't even started to making out and he's already getting hard. He shrugs, trying for nonchalant, possibly failing as if it was going out of fashion. "She said it was easier like that."
"Such a thoughtful girl, Tomoyo-chan," Yuui agrees, and he's moving his fingers off the boot and over his thigh, rough fingertips touching the stocking and then Syaoron stops breathing for a second as his fingers touch skin, but then he's moving his hands down again, this time actually undoing the zipper so he can tug it off. Syaoron lifts his leg so that Yuui can tug it off, and he's pretty sure he just flashed Yuui his knickers, if the way Yuui's hands move up his leg once the boot is off is any proof. "The other one, Syaoron-kun?"
He's embarrassingly hard by the time Yuui manages to get off his other boot, and he's not embarrassed to moan when Yuui stands up, pressing him against the door and kissing him hard. He would tally another point about making Yuui lose his composure if he wasn't so hard for this himself.
Yuui breaks apart, skin so white he's flushed. Syaoron wonders if he looks the same, how he looks with what he's wearing. "This way."
He doesn't really pay attention during the short walk from Yuui's front door to his bedroom. Not when they're kissing, when Yuui's hands move from his waist to his ass, touching his thighs, pressing him close. One moment they were by the door and the next one Yuui is murmuring against his ear if he'd like to ride him and Syaoron doesn't have enough coherency to say he'd beg please.
"The dress," he starts, moaning as Yuui kneels again, hands on his hips now so he can tug his panties off. Yuui rubs his cheek against his thigh, and for a moment he fears that if Yuui starts sucking him, he's not gonna last even a second.
Yuui, however, just smiles at him, cupping his balls, dry fingers teasing at his hole. "Would you leave it on? You look really nice, Syaoron-kun."
So he's pretty sure soiling the dress will give Daidouji his soul and possibly his life, but all Syaoron can do is nod and then moan against Yuui's mouth when he kisses him again as they move to the bed, for him to stradle Yuui's hips, and then he's panting against Yuui's neck as Yuui's slippery fingers start opening him slowly. If it wasn't for the fact that he can feel Yuui's cock where it's rubbing against him, he'd wonder if Yuui wasn't feeling this, too, with how patient he is.
"Yuui," he moans, biting at his collarbone, hands fisted on his half open shirt where neither of them were patient enough to finish undressing Yuui. "Please, c'mon..."
Yuui chuckles a bit, softly. "I think that, one day, Syaoron-kun, I'll have you wait even more."
And Syaoron can't really stop himself from asking: "So I can beg?" and with the way Yuui's eyes flare at the thought, Syaoron knows he's also going to be waiting for that.
But now Yuui takes out his fingers and he moves a hand to his cock, steading it, so that all is left is for Syaoron to move back, to straddle Yuui properly and--
"Yes," Yuui moans, eyes half open. He moves his hands to his hips while Syaoron keeps his hands around Yuui's shoulders. "Syaoron..."
It's only like this that Yuui ever drops the honorifics, and the sound of his name still makes him shiver, and just that's enough for Syaoron to move again, and again, feeling Yuui's cock move, the way his hands curl tight around his thighs, and even better when Yuui moves a hand and curls it around his cock, stroking it, so that the only thing he has to worry is about moving, hands on Yuui's thighs so that he can get it good.
"Yuui," he says or asks or probably both. He's so close, he can feel the way his balls keep tightening.
"You look marvelous," Yuui says, and his voice is still doing that breathy and rough thing that Syaoron loves so much. He caresses his thigh with his free hand, still stroking his cock. "Come, Syaoron."
And if he had to guess, it's probably Yuui's voice saying his name what tips him over, making him come so hard he bites his lip.
Yuui keeps moving, rocking against him, both hands on his hips now under the dress, rocking harder against him. Syaoron feels almost too sensitive now that he came, but he moves a bit, puts his hands on Yuui's shoulders so he can move better, not allowing himself to stop.
"Yuui," he moans, not adding the honorific on purpose, eyes half open, looking at Yuui. He doesn't get many chances, to see Yuui like this, his expression so serious, so hungry. He moans again. "C'mon, Yuui..." and he gets to see the way Yuui comes, and that makes something hot tighten itself in his chest.
After, Yuui breaths a laugh, pushing himself on his forearms as he looks at him, looking at him both incredibly amused and incredibly fond.
"I'm afraid that we might have soiled the dress, after all," Yuui says.
Syaoran grins. Daidouji will probably kill him, but really, he doubts she didn't know why he asked this for: she's twice as wicked as he could ever hope to be. "Just might? Then we'll have to do this again."