Love-Love! Frilly Pink Panic, No Da!
Another request from that anonymous Ouran kink meme. This one was for Hani/Mori, with Mori wearing a frilly pink apron... or dressed as Alice D. I chose the apron, for it set my plot bunnies a-hoppin'. Also, the title is completely the fault of my Kyoudai... Well, I made it up, but she planted the seed! So, yeah... Enjoy~
Mori/Hani, yaoi. Rating: R.
"Ne, Takashi..." Hani said slowly, not entirely sure what to think.
"Mm?" Mori looked up from the book he was reading.
"Takashi..." the blonde repeated. "Where are your clothes?"
Mori's ears flushed red. His thoughts drifted back to about half an hour ago, when the Hitachiin brothers had somehow managed to ambush him while he was asleep. They had made off with his clothes, leaving behind nothing for him to wear except a pink bib apron, complete with frilly trim. "Prank," he replied.
"Hika-chan and Kao-chan?" Hani asked, though the look on his face said that it didn't require an answer. "Mou... those two can be such meanies sometimes!"
"Ah..."
Hani surveyed his friend thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "But, you know..." he said cheerily, "That apron is super cute! It looks really good on you~!"
Mori's ears turned red again and he looked away. A few moments passed by in silence as he studied the far wall in an attempt to not show Hani his embarrassment. It wasn't until he felt the blonde's small hands on his knees did he look back. Hani was kneeling on the floor in front of him, an odd, yet incredibly cute smile gracing his lips.
"... Mitsukuni-"
"Ne, Takashi," Hani's voice had a kind of seductive edge to it, "you look kinda sexy in it, you know?"
"... Ah."
Hani reached forward and stroked the frills with his fingers. The material was soft, definitely a high quality cotton. His amber eyes drifted up to Mori's face, and he smiled sweetly at him before elegantly flipping the skirt of the apron away. Mori, his ears still somewhat pink, just stared back at his cousin. Hani made a little "te'hee" noise before dropping his gaze back down, taking in the sight of what the apron had been covering. Mori's arousal was becoming rather apparent.
The little blonde stared at at Mori's erection for a few seconds, eyes sparkling, before leaning forward and kissing the head gently. He ran his tongue along the length of it, enjoying the slightly salty taste of it. It occured to him, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the taste of Mori's skin was his favourite taste ever... besides cake and other sweet things. He didn't really pay much attention to this thought, however; he had other things to occupy himself with. He took Mori's penis into his mouth and dipped down, eliciting the smallest of grunts from his lover. He did it several more times, sucking on his the other's length as if it was a popsicle.
After so many minutes had passed Hani felt a hand on his head, halting his motion. He looked up at Mori mid-suck, penis still in his mouth. He smiled a bit at the blush that crossed across Mori's cheeks.
"Mitsukuni..." was all that Mori said, but Hani understood what he meant.
The small blonde stood up and loosened his tie, throwing it and his blazer on the other end of the little couch. The rest of his clothes followed suit, save his shirt which he had only bothered unbuttoning. He stepped back over to Mori, straddling his hips and planting a kiss on his lips. Mori's tongue snaked out, running over Hani's lips and inviting them to part. Hani did so willingly, savouring this kiss.
Mori's arms wrapped around him, and one of his hands drifted downwards, lightly petting the soft skin of his bottom. Hani wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, anticipation rising in his stomach. The sensation seemed to jump as he felt one finger enter him. The finger moved within him slowly, and Hani moaned against the kiss. It wasn't until Mori slipped in another finger that he broke away, gasping. Mori's fingers were long and slender and they worked inside him gently, though they were now not quite so slow.
Hani let out a slight whimper when his lover removed his fingers, though that was his only complaint. He shifted his position a bit and looked down, using his fingers to align Mori's penis with his opening. He sat there for a moment, the feeling of the tip of Mori's lenth, slick from precome and his own saliva, enough to send a shiver up his spine. Mori placed his hands on Hani's hips, however, and the blonde let himself drop, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning loudly.
The blonde's hands found the straps of the apron and he held onto them with tightly clenched fists as he began to shift his hips up and down. Gasps and moans and other sounds of pleasure escaped his mouth as moved, and he could sense the effect these noises were having on Mori. Suddenly strong arms surrounded him, pulling him close to his lover. Hani became acutely aware of the apron then. The fabric was soft and felt really good against his own erection as he moved along Mori's. His whimpers became more fervent, and he clung to Mori tightly.
"Ta... Takashi!" Hani moaned between gasping breaths. "It feels... so good... Takashi! Ah!"
Mori grunted and rested his forhead on Hani's shoulder. One of the blonde's hands drifted from the apron straps to his lover's black locks, intertwining his fingers in the short hair. Mori's hips were bucking up to meet him on every down motion, and the sensation of flesh hitting flesh seemed to vibrate throughout his entire body. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his body hot and his shirt clinging to him from sweat.
"Ah... hah..." Hani gasped. "I... I'm going to... to come... Ah! Takashi!"
"M-Mitsukuni!"
Mori beat him by a split second, filling the smaller boy with his come. Hani shivered and arched back as he came, covering the frilly pink apron with sticky white liquid. When he was finished he slumped forward a bit, his hands on Mori's shoulders. Neither of them moved as they worked on catching their breath. Hani could feel Mori still buried within him, and he leaned forward, resting his head on his friend's shoulder and smiling contentedly.
"Ne, Takashi..." he said after his breathing had calmed down.
"Mm?"
"I like your apron."
"Ah...." Somehow, Hani knew that Mori was smiling.
Mori/Hani, yaoi. Rating: R.
"Ne, Takashi..." Hani said slowly, not entirely sure what to think.
"Mm?" Mori looked up from the book he was reading.
"Takashi..." the blonde repeated. "Where are your clothes?"
Mori's ears flushed red. His thoughts drifted back to about half an hour ago, when the Hitachiin brothers had somehow managed to ambush him while he was asleep. They had made off with his clothes, leaving behind nothing for him to wear except a pink bib apron, complete with frilly trim. "Prank," he replied.
"Hika-chan and Kao-chan?" Hani asked, though the look on his face said that it didn't require an answer. "Mou... those two can be such meanies sometimes!"
"Ah..."
Hani surveyed his friend thoughtfully, tapping his chin. "But, you know..." he said cheerily, "That apron is super cute! It looks really good on you~!"
Mori's ears turned red again and he looked away. A few moments passed by in silence as he studied the far wall in an attempt to not show Hani his embarrassment. It wasn't until he felt the blonde's small hands on his knees did he look back. Hani was kneeling on the floor in front of him, an odd, yet incredibly cute smile gracing his lips.
"... Mitsukuni-"
"Ne, Takashi," Hani's voice had a kind of seductive edge to it, "you look kinda sexy in it, you know?"
"... Ah."
Hani reached forward and stroked the frills with his fingers. The material was soft, definitely a high quality cotton. His amber eyes drifted up to Mori's face, and he smiled sweetly at him before elegantly flipping the skirt of the apron away. Mori, his ears still somewhat pink, just stared back at his cousin. Hani made a little "te'hee" noise before dropping his gaze back down, taking in the sight of what the apron had been covering. Mori's arousal was becoming rather apparent.
The little blonde stared at at Mori's erection for a few seconds, eyes sparkling, before leaning forward and kissing the head gently. He ran his tongue along the length of it, enjoying the slightly salty taste of it. It occured to him, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the taste of Mori's skin was his favourite taste ever... besides cake and other sweet things. He didn't really pay much attention to this thought, however; he had other things to occupy himself with. He took Mori's penis into his mouth and dipped down, eliciting the smallest of grunts from his lover. He did it several more times, sucking on his the other's length as if it was a popsicle.
After so many minutes had passed Hani felt a hand on his head, halting his motion. He looked up at Mori mid-suck, penis still in his mouth. He smiled a bit at the blush that crossed across Mori's cheeks.
"Mitsukuni..." was all that Mori said, but Hani understood what he meant.
The small blonde stood up and loosened his tie, throwing it and his blazer on the other end of the little couch. The rest of his clothes followed suit, save his shirt which he had only bothered unbuttoning. He stepped back over to Mori, straddling his hips and planting a kiss on his lips. Mori's tongue snaked out, running over Hani's lips and inviting them to part. Hani did so willingly, savouring this kiss.
Mori's arms wrapped around him, and one of his hands drifted downwards, lightly petting the soft skin of his bottom. Hani wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, anticipation rising in his stomach. The sensation seemed to jump as he felt one finger enter him. The finger moved within him slowly, and Hani moaned against the kiss. It wasn't until Mori slipped in another finger that he broke away, gasping. Mori's fingers were long and slender and they worked inside him gently, though they were now not quite so slow.
Hani let out a slight whimper when his lover removed his fingers, though that was his only complaint. He shifted his position a bit and looked down, using his fingers to align Mori's penis with his opening. He sat there for a moment, the feeling of the tip of Mori's lenth, slick from precome and his own saliva, enough to send a shiver up his spine. Mori placed his hands on Hani's hips, however, and the blonde let himself drop, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning loudly.
The blonde's hands found the straps of the apron and he held onto them with tightly clenched fists as he began to shift his hips up and down. Gasps and moans and other sounds of pleasure escaped his mouth as moved, and he could sense the effect these noises were having on Mori. Suddenly strong arms surrounded him, pulling him close to his lover. Hani became acutely aware of the apron then. The fabric was soft and felt really good against his own erection as he moved along Mori's. His whimpers became more fervent, and he clung to Mori tightly.
"Ta... Takashi!" Hani moaned between gasping breaths. "It feels... so good... Takashi! Ah!"
Mori grunted and rested his forhead on Hani's shoulder. One of the blonde's hands drifted from the apron straps to his lover's black locks, intertwining his fingers in the short hair. Mori's hips were bucking up to meet him on every down motion, and the sensation of flesh hitting flesh seemed to vibrate throughout his entire body. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his body hot and his shirt clinging to him from sweat.
"Ah... hah..." Hani gasped. "I... I'm going to... to come... Ah! Takashi!"
"M-Mitsukuni!"
Mori beat him by a split second, filling the smaller boy with his come. Hani shivered and arched back as he came, covering the frilly pink apron with sticky white liquid. When he was finished he slumped forward a bit, his hands on Mori's shoulders. Neither of them moved as they worked on catching their breath. Hani could feel Mori still buried within him, and he leaned forward, resting his head on his friend's shoulder and smiling contentedly.
"Ne, Takashi..." he said after his breathing had calmed down.
"Mm?"
"I like your apron."
"Ah...." Somehow, Hani knew that Mori was smiling.