OMG_Maou - Binding Tight - 4some - NC-17
Title: Man Maid
Beta: The lovely maeritrae
Fandom: KKM/omg_maou
Pairing: ConZak
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Shiver and Shake
The door swung shut. Conrad, hands already busily unbuttoning his jacket, glanced over his shoulder to check the key was still in the lock behind him. It had been a long day. Yuuri-heika had been gone for nearly a week and he had been drawn in by Gwendal, Gunter and Hoka-Gunter to help with the veritable mountain of paperwork. He'd spent almost the whole day in Gwendal's office, quietly working on reports, petitions and accounts. He was stiff and he was prepared to swear his neck has developed a permanent cricked from hours deciphering chicken-scratch handwriting.
He dropped his jacket onto the chair and stretched. A bath sounded like heaven at that moment.
Rad had taken Wolfy off somewhere for a few days. His father....well, his father had been smirking into his cup at breakfast and making plans to pre-empt Raven-san's planned day with Cheri. Which meant that the only person likely to walk in on him in the bath (the maids being psychic) was Yozak. And Yozak was Conrad's favourite bath toy.
Conrad felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a pleased smirk as he stripped off the last of his clothes and stepped into the tub. The foamy water folded around him, filling the air with a crisp, clean citrus scent. The brunet sighed and tipped his head back, feeling tense muscles slowly relax. His eyes slid closed and he drifted into a half-doze.
The sound of humming in his bedroom brought him out of the pleasant trance and he blinked, feeling the tepid water around him, and stood up, reaching for a towel as he padded out.
There was a 'maid' bustling around the room, short skirt flouncing and boot heels clicking across the floorboards. Conrad paused in the doorway and the 'maid' turned to look, skirt flaring up as she turned with the feather-duster resting against one shoulder as she posed.
"Oh, taaaaaaaai-chou~! I'm sorry to bother you, I was just cleaning your room."
Conrad made a non-committal sound, eyes trailing up along the tight black leather boots, the indecently short and bouncy skirt and the frilly white apron. Wide blue eyes radiated innocence and a fringe of red hair peeked out from under the lacy cap.
The maid tittered and flounced past him, trailing her feather duster across his bare chest, into Conrad's study. Conrad tugged at his towel, rearranging it to hide the sudden...'spike' in interest and followed. He noticed in passing that the door to the hallway had been locked and hid a smile.
The maid flicked her duster negligently over the desk and Conrad smirked, moving forward sharply to stand right behind her, pointing over her shoulder at the desk. "You missed a spot!"
They both looked down at the spotless desk and the maid raised her eyebrows for a second, then realisation dawned and she winked and clasped her duster to her inflated bosom, opening her eyes wide. "Oh taaaaaaaai~chou!, I'm so so sorry! I'm really truly sor~ry!" An ingenuous glance from under absurdly long lashes. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Conrad pressed up against her, pushing her into the edge of the desk and leaning into her. "I don't know...look at that!"
The maid leant forward obligingly, pressing a firm rear up against Conrad and wriggling to get a really good look at the desk, nose inches from the polished wood. Conrad took a moment to thank the Shinou that he had nothing truly important on the desk, even as he slid a hand up along the slick leather of the boot and up along warm skin.
"No underwear...?" He half-groaned, hand splaying possessively around one bare cheek. "Nauuughty...!"
The maid gave a theatrical gasp, shifting her hips so his fingers slipped into the crease and her voice was breathless and scandalised. "Ooooh, Taichou!!"
Conrad leant down harder as the maid squirmed in a theatrical attempt to protect her 'virtue'. His fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle, even as his towel slithered off his hips and his erection pressed against cool, butter-slick leather. He groaned throatily as his fingers found the slick, prepared entrance and the maid's voice dropped a pitch as she moaned, thrusting back against his fingers.
He stepped back, reaching for the hand lotion in one of the drawers, appreciative eyes lingering on the maid sprawled across the desk, legs wide and flounced skirt raised to expose her completely. The dull heat of arousal throbbed through him and the touch of his own hand made his hips buck forward involuntarily. He was hot and more than ready.
He moved forward, hands grasping the maid's hips hard enough to bruise and burying himself up the hilt in one thrust. The clench of hot, velvet around him made his eyes cross and his grip tightened as the maid moaned in a single undulating breath. Conrad panted against her ear, the thin fabric of the dress crushed and sweaty between them.
The maid's breathing was harsh and shuddery, quivering through them both and making Conrad's breath shorten as he pulled back and thrust in one motion. The maid gasped and panted underneath him, bucking up against Conrad's dead weight as the brunet pounded into her.
Conrad was too close to draw it out, slamming the maid into the desk as his climax built and he sank his teeth into her bare shoulder to muffle the howl of release. The frilly cap fell away as the maid's release sent aftershocks of pleasure through Conrad and he closed his eyes, riding out the last ripples of pleasure.
He was jarred out of the pleasant after-glow by the muffled swearing from under him. "-ck! Taichou, you need to lay off Doria's meat-pies."
Conrad smiled, a lazy contented curve of lip and pushed himself up. "Are you implying I'm overweight, Lieutenant?"
Yozak smirked over his shoulder, frilly cap tilted at a rakish angle and sweaty red hair spiked in every direction. "No, not at all." Conrad was almost upright when his lover winked and added, "Just well-padded."
Beta: The lovely maeritrae
Fandom: KKM/omg_maou
Pairing: ConZak
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Shiver and Shake
The door swung shut. Conrad, hands already busily unbuttoning his jacket, glanced over his shoulder to check the key was still in the lock behind him. It had been a long day. Yuuri-heika had been gone for nearly a week and he had been drawn in by Gwendal, Gunter and Hoka-Gunter to help with the veritable mountain of paperwork. He'd spent almost the whole day in Gwendal's office, quietly working on reports, petitions and accounts. He was stiff and he was prepared to swear his neck has developed a permanent cricked from hours deciphering chicken-scratch handwriting.
He dropped his jacket onto the chair and stretched. A bath sounded like heaven at that moment.
Rad had taken Wolfy off somewhere for a few days. His father....well, his father had been smirking into his cup at breakfast and making plans to pre-empt Raven-san's planned day with Cheri. Which meant that the only person likely to walk in on him in the bath (the maids being psychic) was Yozak. And Yozak was Conrad's favourite bath toy.
Conrad felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a pleased smirk as he stripped off the last of his clothes and stepped into the tub. The foamy water folded around him, filling the air with a crisp, clean citrus scent. The brunet sighed and tipped his head back, feeling tense muscles slowly relax. His eyes slid closed and he drifted into a half-doze.
The sound of humming in his bedroom brought him out of the pleasant trance and he blinked, feeling the tepid water around him, and stood up, reaching for a towel as he padded out.
There was a 'maid' bustling around the room, short skirt flouncing and boot heels clicking across the floorboards. Conrad paused in the doorway and the 'maid' turned to look, skirt flaring up as she turned with the feather-duster resting against one shoulder as she posed.
"Oh, taaaaaaaai-chou~! I'm sorry to bother you, I was just cleaning your room."
Conrad made a non-committal sound, eyes trailing up along the tight black leather boots, the indecently short and bouncy skirt and the frilly white apron. Wide blue eyes radiated innocence and a fringe of red hair peeked out from under the lacy cap.
The maid tittered and flounced past him, trailing her feather duster across his bare chest, into Conrad's study. Conrad tugged at his towel, rearranging it to hide the sudden...'spike' in interest and followed. He noticed in passing that the door to the hallway had been locked and hid a smile.
The maid flicked her duster negligently over the desk and Conrad smirked, moving forward sharply to stand right behind her, pointing over her shoulder at the desk. "You missed a spot!"
They both looked down at the spotless desk and the maid raised her eyebrows for a second, then realisation dawned and she winked and clasped her duster to her inflated bosom, opening her eyes wide. "Oh taaaaaaaai~chou!, I'm so so sorry! I'm really truly sor~ry!" An ingenuous glance from under absurdly long lashes. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Conrad pressed up against her, pushing her into the edge of the desk and leaning into her. "I don't know...look at that!"
The maid leant forward obligingly, pressing a firm rear up against Conrad and wriggling to get a really good look at the desk, nose inches from the polished wood. Conrad took a moment to thank the Shinou that he had nothing truly important on the desk, even as he slid a hand up along the slick leather of the boot and up along warm skin.
"No underwear...?" He half-groaned, hand splaying possessively around one bare cheek. "Nauuughty...!"
The maid gave a theatrical gasp, shifting her hips so his fingers slipped into the crease and her voice was breathless and scandalised. "Ooooh, Taichou!!"
Conrad leant down harder as the maid squirmed in a theatrical attempt to protect her 'virtue'. His fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle, even as his towel slithered off his hips and his erection pressed against cool, butter-slick leather. He groaned throatily as his fingers found the slick, prepared entrance and the maid's voice dropped a pitch as she moaned, thrusting back against his fingers.
He stepped back, reaching for the hand lotion in one of the drawers, appreciative eyes lingering on the maid sprawled across the desk, legs wide and flounced skirt raised to expose her completely. The dull heat of arousal throbbed through him and the touch of his own hand made his hips buck forward involuntarily. He was hot and more than ready.
He moved forward, hands grasping the maid's hips hard enough to bruise and burying himself up the hilt in one thrust. The clench of hot, velvet around him made his eyes cross and his grip tightened as the maid moaned in a single undulating breath. Conrad panted against her ear, the thin fabric of the dress crushed and sweaty between them.
The maid's breathing was harsh and shuddery, quivering through them both and making Conrad's breath shorten as he pulled back and thrust in one motion. The maid gasped and panted underneath him, bucking up against Conrad's dead weight as the brunet pounded into her.
Conrad was too close to draw it out, slamming the maid into the desk as his climax built and he sank his teeth into her bare shoulder to muffle the howl of release. The frilly cap fell away as the maid's release sent aftershocks of pleasure through Conrad and he closed his eyes, riding out the last ripples of pleasure.
He was jarred out of the pleasant after-glow by the muffled swearing from under him. "-ck! Taichou, you need to lay off Doria's meat-pies."
Conrad smiled, a lazy contented curve of lip and pushed himself up. "Are you implying I'm overweight, Lieutenant?"
Yozak smirked over his shoulder, frilly cap tilted at a rakish angle and sweaty red hair spiked in every direction. "No, not at all." Conrad was almost upright when his lover winked and added, "Just well-padded."