re-post (the first of several?)
Originally posted here, at Butafest.
Title: Flirts in Skirts
Pairing/Characters: Masuda Takahisa/Tegoshi Yuya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- crossdressing, mirrors
Prompt: # 193 Massu has a cheerleader kink.
A/N: I couldn’t not write this.
Massu sometimes hates the fact that there are usually cameras trained on him and Tegoshi the majority of their waking hours.
He hates it especially right now, and he sort of hates Tegoshi a little bit too, for wearing the damn outfit.
*
Sometimes Massu wished he’d never accidentally let it slip that he thought cheerleaders were hot; he hadn’t realized Tegoshi wasn’t asleep when he’d mentioned it to Koyama and Shige. Even if Tegoshi had been asleep then, Massu is still sure one of the others would have blabbed. They had always been terribly weak to Tegoshi’s wheedling, anyway.
*
Massu could never properly explain what exactly it was about cheerleaders that he liked best. Definitely the short skirts were a plus, and their bloomers, and their legs. Maybe he just liked the idea of them. He’d definitely be fine with having someone cute and peppy and scantily clad cheering him on in his daily life.
*
Massu stops short in the back corridors of the concert hall. Tegoshi has decided to be Yuuko for this encore, and Massu is thankful that he’d stuck with loose pants for the final minutes of the concert. He adjusts his extra jacket around his waist, strategically placing the sleeves where they’ll cover any unfortunately-timed erections. He can endure this, though it’s much better to be safe than sorry.
Painfully aware of the multiple cameras taking footage of Tegoshi going on and on about whatever it is, Massu bats at one of Yuuko’s gigantic pink pom poms in a bid for attention. Tegoshi keeps talking, though his eyes slide to meet his for a split second. Massu fervently hopes Tegoshi can read his mind in that moment; Yuuko finishes her speech and flashes a flirtatious grin and double v-signs, her eyes flashing with knowing for the scantest second.
Somehow Massu makes it through the encore, playfully chasing Yuuko and unsuccessfully sneaking a peek under her skirt, and finally keeping his hands innocently to himself as they finish, after a seeming eternity of teasing. The lights go down for the last time, and the two of them head backstage. As soon as they’re safely hidden from prying eyes, at least for the moment, Massu makes a grab for Tegoshi’s wrist.
“I want to see you when we get back to the hotel. Wearing that outfit, though.”
Tegoshi’s eyes widen, then he smirks a bit. “Of course,” he says, and strides toward their dressing room, sashaying hard enough for his skirt to flounce up enough for Massu to catch glimpses of his bloomers.
*
Massu has just stepped out of the shower when he hears his door open. He finishes drying himself, then wraps the towel around his waist and steps into his room. Tegoshi, or rather Yuuko, is sitting primly on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed over the other.
Tegoshi is grinning wickedly, finally pausing to school his expression into something more demure. Massu knows better than to be taken in by Yuuko-chan’s facade of innocence, but he will admit that it’s a spectacular view.
“Masuda-kun, you wanted to see me?” Yuuko asks while smoothing her skirt.
Massu can feel himself beginning to harden and knows that it’s obvious to Yuuko. If he were to stand in front of her, it would practically be in her face. “I did,” he says simply.
Yuuko looks expectant, one eyebrow arched as she waits for him to continue. Massu stares blankly. Finally he speaks again. “Do you wanna fuck? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about it since before the encore.”
Yuuko’s only response is a smirk. Massu tries again. “I’ll take you out to dinner. And not just to Koyama’s mother’s restaurant.”
She taps one finger against her lips, making a show of considering his offer. Massu knows it’s pretty weak; he may have to bring out the big guns, or at least his wallet, and offer up a shopping trip as well. He’ll wait it out; if he has to he can just praise Yuuko’s charms. She’s pretty conceited, and Massu has no qualms appealing to her pride.
“Well...” Yuuko trails off.
Massu takes a step forward, palming the bulge under his towel. His voice drops to a deep whisper. “You know, Yuuko-chan, I’m hard and it’s all because of you.”
That seems to stroke Yuuko’s ego well enough, and she uncrosses her legs to lean a bit forward. “Really, now?”
“Really.” Massu nods to emphasize, internally grateful that his wallet is spared, at least until another day. “What are you going to do about it?”
Yuuko finally does something, even if that something is only running a finger along his covered cock. Massu’s eyes close against his will, and he hears her laugh a bit. “I might just be able to help you, Masuda-kun,” she practically purrs.
Massu involuntarily groans as Yuuko pulls the towel from his waist; he willfully ignores the fact that she drops it in the floor next to his feet. She leans back, pulling Massu down by the hands to straddle her hips. Massu opens his eyes and pulls his hands from Yuuko’s grasp in order to frame her face as he presses their lips together.
Yuuko gasps into the kiss, digging her fingernails into Massu’s shoulders as he trails his way down her throat. “Yuuko-chan, do you have any idea how hot you are right now? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how it would feel to flip your skirt up and pull your bloomers down just far enough for you to be able to ride me.”
As soon as Massu’s uttered the words, Yuuko somehow manages to roll them over. “Masuda-kun, you’re so naughty,” she whispers against his lips. She wraps one hand around his cock, stroking it once before pulling away.
Massu groans at the loss of contact, but decides that watching Yuuko sit back in his lap to pull a condom and packet of lube out of her black padded bra is a fair trade. He watches as Yuuko tears open the condom and rolls it onto his cock. Satisfied with her work, Yuuko gets up, reaching under her skirt to pull her bloomers down and out of the way, letting them dangle from one leg. “I’ll have to hurt you if you make a mess of my clothes, just in case you don’t know.”
Massu nods, more intent on sitting up and ripping open the lube, spilling it over his fingers in his haste. Yuuko turns away from Massu, bending forward to brace her hands on her knees. “I want to see everything, Masuda-kun, and I want you to see it too.”
That sounds perfect, and Massu re-situates them so that they face the dresser mirror. He uses his clean hand to push Yuuko forward and flip her skirt out of the way. Massu holds the skirt up and trails his still slick fingers along Yuuko’s crease and circling around her rim before sliding one in.
She gasps and presses back against the intrusion. “More, Masuda-kun, please,” Yuuko moans, sending a thrill down Massu’s spine. He heeds her words and adds a second finger, only pausing momentarily before sliding them in and out, scissoring them apart rapidly.
Massu watches Yuuko’s face in the mirror as she bites her lip, brows furrowed and eyes closed. He adds one more finger, smirking as Yuuko’s eyes fly open at the extra fullness. She simply stares at his reflection, uttering a single word. “Faster.”
Massu complies, pausing only to add more lube, spiralling his fingers in and out until Yuuko is panting and pressing back impatiently. She’s ready enough for Massu, and he uses the last of the lube to slick his cock before pulling her back onto his lap.
She sinks slowly down onto Massu, head thrown back but still peeking through her eyelashes at their reflection. It takes all of Massu’s willpower not to immediately thrust up, but he manages to wait until Yuuko’s eyes flutter open as she murmurs, “Go.”
Massu locks eyes with Yuuko in the mirror and thrusts once, hard. She jolts in his lap and digs fingers into his knees, and gasps. “Yuuko-chan, you’re so tight around me,” Massu manages to groan into her back.
He begins to roll his hips up, bouncing Yuuko in his lap. Her thighs flex against his as she meets his thrusts, and it’s almost too much for Massu to bear. He’s almost unable to keep watch, but he takes comfort in the fact that Yuuko is having just as much trouble as he is with keeping her eyes open.
Almost too soon, Massu feels Yuuko tighten around him, and he snakes one hand around her waist to hold her skirt out of the way. His other hand pries her fingers from their white knuckle grip on his knee, and Massu wraps both of their hands around Yuuko’s cock. He guides her strokes roughly, and Yuuko barely gets her other hand in place in time enough to keep her orgasm from spurting everywhere.
Massu fucks her through her release; the sheer resistance is nearly too painful, but Massu gets another thrust in before he stills and holds Yuuko in place. She slumps back against Massu’s chest for a few moments before gingerly getting up.
“I’m using your shower now,” Tegoshi says wearily. Before he goes, though, he waits for Massu to tie off the condom. In a fit of niceness, Tegoshi holds it by the tied-off end to dispose of it in the bathroom.
Massu flops back onto the bed, catching his breath and considering whether or not he wants to join Tegoshi in the shower.
Maybe he doesn’t hate Yuuko-chan’s cheerleader outfit that much, upon further consideration.
Title: Flirts in Skirts
Pairing/Characters: Masuda Takahisa/Tegoshi Yuya
Rating/Warnings: NC-17-- crossdressing, mirrors
Prompt: # 193 Massu has a cheerleader kink.
A/N: I couldn’t not write this.
Massu sometimes hates the fact that there are usually cameras trained on him and Tegoshi the majority of their waking hours.
He hates it especially right now, and he sort of hates Tegoshi a little bit too, for wearing the damn outfit.
*
Sometimes Massu wished he’d never accidentally let it slip that he thought cheerleaders were hot; he hadn’t realized Tegoshi wasn’t asleep when he’d mentioned it to Koyama and Shige. Even if Tegoshi had been asleep then, Massu is still sure one of the others would have blabbed. They had always been terribly weak to Tegoshi’s wheedling, anyway.
*
Massu could never properly explain what exactly it was about cheerleaders that he liked best. Definitely the short skirts were a plus, and their bloomers, and their legs. Maybe he just liked the idea of them. He’d definitely be fine with having someone cute and peppy and scantily clad cheering him on in his daily life.
*
Massu stops short in the back corridors of the concert hall. Tegoshi has decided to be Yuuko for this encore, and Massu is thankful that he’d stuck with loose pants for the final minutes of the concert. He adjusts his extra jacket around his waist, strategically placing the sleeves where they’ll cover any unfortunately-timed erections. He can endure this, though it’s much better to be safe than sorry.
Painfully aware of the multiple cameras taking footage of Tegoshi going on and on about whatever it is, Massu bats at one of Yuuko’s gigantic pink pom poms in a bid for attention. Tegoshi keeps talking, though his eyes slide to meet his for a split second. Massu fervently hopes Tegoshi can read his mind in that moment; Yuuko finishes her speech and flashes a flirtatious grin and double v-signs, her eyes flashing with knowing for the scantest second.
Somehow Massu makes it through the encore, playfully chasing Yuuko and unsuccessfully sneaking a peek under her skirt, and finally keeping his hands innocently to himself as they finish, after a seeming eternity of teasing. The lights go down for the last time, and the two of them head backstage. As soon as they’re safely hidden from prying eyes, at least for the moment, Massu makes a grab for Tegoshi’s wrist.
“I want to see you when we get back to the hotel. Wearing that outfit, though.”
Tegoshi’s eyes widen, then he smirks a bit. “Of course,” he says, and strides toward their dressing room, sashaying hard enough for his skirt to flounce up enough for Massu to catch glimpses of his bloomers.
*
Massu has just stepped out of the shower when he hears his door open. He finishes drying himself, then wraps the towel around his waist and steps into his room. Tegoshi, or rather Yuuko, is sitting primly on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed over the other.
Tegoshi is grinning wickedly, finally pausing to school his expression into something more demure. Massu knows better than to be taken in by Yuuko-chan’s facade of innocence, but he will admit that it’s a spectacular view.
“Masuda-kun, you wanted to see me?” Yuuko asks while smoothing her skirt.
Massu can feel himself beginning to harden and knows that it’s obvious to Yuuko. If he were to stand in front of her, it would practically be in her face. “I did,” he says simply.
Yuuko looks expectant, one eyebrow arched as she waits for him to continue. Massu stares blankly. Finally he speaks again. “Do you wanna fuck? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about it since before the encore.”
Yuuko’s only response is a smirk. Massu tries again. “I’ll take you out to dinner. And not just to Koyama’s mother’s restaurant.”
She taps one finger against her lips, making a show of considering his offer. Massu knows it’s pretty weak; he may have to bring out the big guns, or at least his wallet, and offer up a shopping trip as well. He’ll wait it out; if he has to he can just praise Yuuko’s charms. She’s pretty conceited, and Massu has no qualms appealing to her pride.
“Well...” Yuuko trails off.
Massu takes a step forward, palming the bulge under his towel. His voice drops to a deep whisper. “You know, Yuuko-chan, I’m hard and it’s all because of you.”
That seems to stroke Yuuko’s ego well enough, and she uncrosses her legs to lean a bit forward. “Really, now?”
“Really.” Massu nods to emphasize, internally grateful that his wallet is spared, at least until another day. “What are you going to do about it?”
Yuuko finally does something, even if that something is only running a finger along his covered cock. Massu’s eyes close against his will, and he hears her laugh a bit. “I might just be able to help you, Masuda-kun,” she practically purrs.
Massu involuntarily groans as Yuuko pulls the towel from his waist; he willfully ignores the fact that she drops it in the floor next to his feet. She leans back, pulling Massu down by the hands to straddle her hips. Massu opens his eyes and pulls his hands from Yuuko’s grasp in order to frame her face as he presses their lips together.
Yuuko gasps into the kiss, digging her fingernails into Massu’s shoulders as he trails his way down her throat. “Yuuko-chan, do you have any idea how hot you are right now? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how it would feel to flip your skirt up and pull your bloomers down just far enough for you to be able to ride me.”
As soon as Massu’s uttered the words, Yuuko somehow manages to roll them over. “Masuda-kun, you’re so naughty,” she whispers against his lips. She wraps one hand around his cock, stroking it once before pulling away.
Massu groans at the loss of contact, but decides that watching Yuuko sit back in his lap to pull a condom and packet of lube out of her black padded bra is a fair trade. He watches as Yuuko tears open the condom and rolls it onto his cock. Satisfied with her work, Yuuko gets up, reaching under her skirt to pull her bloomers down and out of the way, letting them dangle from one leg. “I’ll have to hurt you if you make a mess of my clothes, just in case you don’t know.”
Massu nods, more intent on sitting up and ripping open the lube, spilling it over his fingers in his haste. Yuuko turns away from Massu, bending forward to brace her hands on her knees. “I want to see everything, Masuda-kun, and I want you to see it too.”
That sounds perfect, and Massu re-situates them so that they face the dresser mirror. He uses his clean hand to push Yuuko forward and flip her skirt out of the way. Massu holds the skirt up and trails his still slick fingers along Yuuko’s crease and circling around her rim before sliding one in.
She gasps and presses back against the intrusion. “More, Masuda-kun, please,” Yuuko moans, sending a thrill down Massu’s spine. He heeds her words and adds a second finger, only pausing momentarily before sliding them in and out, scissoring them apart rapidly.
Massu watches Yuuko’s face in the mirror as she bites her lip, brows furrowed and eyes closed. He adds one more finger, smirking as Yuuko’s eyes fly open at the extra fullness. She simply stares at his reflection, uttering a single word. “Faster.”
Massu complies, pausing only to add more lube, spiralling his fingers in and out until Yuuko is panting and pressing back impatiently. She’s ready enough for Massu, and he uses the last of the lube to slick his cock before pulling her back onto his lap.
She sinks slowly down onto Massu, head thrown back but still peeking through her eyelashes at their reflection. It takes all of Massu’s willpower not to immediately thrust up, but he manages to wait until Yuuko’s eyes flutter open as she murmurs, “Go.”
Massu locks eyes with Yuuko in the mirror and thrusts once, hard. She jolts in his lap and digs fingers into his knees, and gasps. “Yuuko-chan, you’re so tight around me,” Massu manages to groan into her back.
He begins to roll his hips up, bouncing Yuuko in his lap. Her thighs flex against his as she meets his thrusts, and it’s almost too much for Massu to bear. He’s almost unable to keep watch, but he takes comfort in the fact that Yuuko is having just as much trouble as he is with keeping her eyes open.
Almost too soon, Massu feels Yuuko tighten around him, and he snakes one hand around her waist to hold her skirt out of the way. His other hand pries her fingers from their white knuckle grip on his knee, and Massu wraps both of their hands around Yuuko’s cock. He guides her strokes roughly, and Yuuko barely gets her other hand in place in time enough to keep her orgasm from spurting everywhere.
Massu fucks her through her release; the sheer resistance is nearly too painful, but Massu gets another thrust in before he stills and holds Yuuko in place. She slumps back against Massu’s chest for a few moments before gingerly getting up.
“I’m using your shower now,” Tegoshi says wearily. Before he goes, though, he waits for Massu to tie off the condom. In a fit of niceness, Tegoshi holds it by the tied-off end to dispose of it in the bathroom.
Massu flops back onto the bed, catching his breath and considering whether or not he wants to join Tegoshi in the shower.
Maybe he doesn’t hate Yuuko-chan’s cheerleader outfit that much, upon further consideration.