i'm going to leave this here
Just some wholly self-indulgent NTT fic, that's all. Now I should probably do that sleep thing.
Making Ladies
Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- crossdressing I guess is what we should watch out for, huh? (also dp)
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Koki’s not sure he likes the look on Yucchi’s face as he walks into their dressing room. He’s smirking, and it looks positively devious; Koki knows he’s in for trouble any time Yucchi looks like that and there aren’t any cameras around. He really does do that “mild-mannered well-behaved young man” thing the majority of the time. May as well get it over with, and see what he’s in for later. “Yucchi. What have you been up to lately?” Koki hopes he didn’t make any weird faces as he asked; he can’t help that he’s a little unnerved.
Maru claps a hand down on Koki’s shoulder jovially, taking a seat next to him, arm slipping around Koki. “You’re free tonight, and tomorrow too, aren’t you?”
Koki nods, then curses himself for probably setting himself up for the unknown, something that he might not want to do. The last time Maru had asked any of them that question, Koki had had to spend a whole night reassuring Taguchi that there wasn’t any dirt on his hands, or anywhere else. The whole ordeal had really given Koki an insight into Lady Macbeth’s whole “out, damned spot, out” thing, though.
“Well, then, Koki-kun, you’re going to go over to Taguchi’s place after work. Walk me to my car when we’re through here, I’ve got something to give you before you go over there.” Maru gave Koki another hearty pat on the back, then got back into his own personal space.
All Koki can do is agree, hoping that his evening isn’t completely awful. He spends the rest of the day wondering why Taguchi didn’t just ask him over himself, a little unsettled.
*
As promised, Koki walks Maru to his car after work. Maru pops the trunk and pulls out a nondescript black duffel bag. It’s so inconspicuous that Koki is immediately suspicious. Maru hands it to Koki, smirking as Koki clearly expects something heavy, and nearly drops it when it turns out to be sort of light.
“You may not want to open that too wide around other people. Though, you do have some instructions in the pocket there.” With those words, Maru folds himself into his car, shutting the door and jauntily waving goodbye.
All Koki can do is scowl halfheartedly as he takes his mystery bag to his own car, and stop by his place before venturing into the unknown at Taguchi’s apartment.
*
Koki trudges through his front door, bag in tow. He drops it at his feet as he shrugs his jacket off and kicks out of his sneakers, then grabs the bag and flops on the couch. Frowning a bit, he opens the outside zipper, finding a sheet of paper, folded neatly in half. Koki’s frown deepens as he reads Maru’s tidy handwriting. Oh, he doesn’t like this at all, but he’s already agreed to the terms, feeling kind of foolish for not finding out what the plans were beforehand.
The instructions delve right into the thick of things, cutting straight to the point.
Koki, tonight we’re going to play dress up. Of course, when I say “we” really I mean “you.” You’ll find part of what you’ll need in the bag I gave you, and because I’m a nice guy, the rest of your things will be at Taguchi’s. Don’t forget to follow these instructions exactly.
Koki pales as he reads further. Yucchi was kind of a sneaky bastard; he was also very stern when he set his mind to it. Sighing, Koki stood up, dragging his feet and the bag on his way to the bathroom.
*
The note from Maru hadn’t given Koki a specific time to arrive, though he really does want to be contrary and dawdle. Prior experience had broken him of that, though it’s still nice to imagine making Maru wait.
Koki turns the tap, letting the tub fill with hot water, mirror fogging as he pulls out the decidedly feminine toiletries. As his fingers close around something silky, he groans, then turns to switch hot water for cold, only allowing it to run for a few minutes.
Water finally a tolerable temperature for a reasonably long soak and sulk, Koki slips out of his jeans and tosses his shirt in the general direction of the hamper. Before slipping into the water, Koki lines up everything that Maru had given him; for a second Koki has a terrifying moment of clarity as he realizes that maybe he’d been spending too much time with Taguchi and the need for organization had rubbed off on him.
Koki settles into the tub, looking closely at the bottles. He can’t help but laugh, a tiny bit at least, because Maru had found strawberry scented everything. Predictable.
Koki slides beneath the water for a minute, resurfacing and blinking the water from his eyes before grabbing the shampoo and lathering up. As he dunks himself again, Koki fervently hopes that whatever Maru had planned had nothing at all to do with that Strawberry Shortcake character, otherwise he would punch him. Or at the very least, not talk to him for a few days.
Last of the suds rinsed out of his hair, Koki reaches for the body wash and the bath pouf that had been so kindly included. It’s amusing to think of how Maru must have looked as he prowled the shops in his quest for whatever, even though now Koki has finished scrubbing himself down and all that is left is the blindingly pink canister of shaving cream. That part isn’t amusing, but Koki tries to think of the bright side; it is winter, and therefore cold, and no one would be seeing his legs. Or his armpits. And he’d get to fuck, too, so it isn’t completely terrible.
The scent of strawberries almost too cloying, Koki props one leg against the edge of the tub, and drags the razor through the (quite pink) foam from ankle up, marveling at the strip of smooth skin. Koki continues, willing himself to not get erect; he’s having a hard time of it, though, especially when thinking about the note from Maru. Seemingly taking forever, Koki finishes, legs and armpits smooth and hairless, and drains the lukewarm water and stands, turning on the shower spray for a final rinse.
He steps out of the tub, dripping on the bathmat as he towels off, taking a minute to drag the towel lightly against his legs; it feels different, which is obvious, and it sort of feels nice. Koki wonders how girls ever do anything but feel their own legs up. He’s pretty sure he’d never get much accomplished if he were a girl, he’d be far too busy enjoying the equipment.
Completely dried off, Koki tosses the towel into the hamper and reaches into the bag, sitting innocently on the counter. The silky brush turns out to be a black satin camisole, edged in crimson lace, and matching boyshorts. Not that he kept up with kinds of knickers, or anything. And it isn’t too awful, yet. Before slipping into his lingerie, though, Koki smooths the (strawberry scented, of course) lotion into his skin.
Comb pulled through his damp hair and silky unmentionables on, Koki re-packs the bag and goes to search out clothes that won’t make it immediately obvious of what he is wearing under them. And maybe he should take some more of his own clothes too; it wouldn’t do to get caught coming home in whatever Maru has picked out for him. That could get a little awkward.
*
The drive to Taguchi’s is only a tiny bit distracting; the way his jeans brush against his skin is interesting, to say the least. Koki is confident that his sweater and jacket zipped up to his throat combination disguises the fact that he was wearing lingerie, as does the fact that his jeans are pulled up properly and belted. He can’t shake the idea that people somehow know, even though he’s bundled up and no one is even around to pay him any mind as he shifts from foot to foot as he rings Taguchi’s doorbell.
Maru answers the door, startling Koki with his unsettling silent appraisal. Maru tosses his head in invitation, stepping back to allow Koki in and shutting the door.
As soon as the door is shut and locked, Maru’s hands are snaking around Koki’s front, deftly pulling the zipper of his jacket down and sliding it off his shoulders as he nuzzles the side of his neck, breathing deeply. “Koki, it seems like you followed my instructions, but you know I’ll need to double check.”
Koki’s breath hitches as Maru guides him into the living room. He figures it will be easiest to stay still and let Maru undress him; he’s terribly fond of inspections, another thing Koki had prior experience with as well. As Koki’s shirt is pulled over his head, Maru’s small noise of approval makes him happy; when Maru sucks a breath in through his teeth as he pushes Koki’s jeans down, he feels overjoyed.
Maru looks Koki up and down, biting his lip before tentatively crouching down and running his fingertips down Koki’s legs. It feels a little strange and a tiny bit ticklish, and Koki has to do his best to hold still. Running his fingers more firmly as he rises, Maru nods in approval, then pulls Koki’s arms up. It’s hard for Koki not to flush under Maru’s dark gaze. Maru’s voice is rough as he praises Koki. “I’m very pleased with you Koki, and how you’ve done exactly as I told you. Bring your things and follow me.”
Koki obediently follows along, arms full of his clothes and the bag. Maru takes them from him once they enter Taguchi’s guest bedroom, placing them on the dresser. Koki stands in the doorway, warily staring at the plain black garment bag that hangs ominously in the open closet. He wonders what could be in it, and if Maru had gotten him something terrifyingly awful and more embarrassing than necessary.
Koki keeps staring, trying to keep the fear from his face. Maru notices, and laughs shortly. “Before you get dressed, Koki, I think you should fix your hair, maybe put on a little makeup. Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom, and you can ask for help if you need it.”
Koki feels his cheeks warm, and nods. He doesn’t trust his voice to work properly, and he feels more naked than he really is. He slinks out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, still wondering where the hell Taguchi is.
He takes in the small pile of new cosmetics, and the flat iron laid out like a very unsubtle hint. Koki plugs in the iron and switches it on, starting to sort through the make up he’d been brought. First the powder foundation, then a swipe of the pale sparkly eyeshadow, followed by a bit of black eyeliner. Lastly there’s a set of slightly fluttery false eyelashes, mascara to go with them, and red-tinted lip gloss. It was probably strawberry flavored too, since Maru had picked it out. Koki peers at the instructions for the lashes, deeming them simple enough to do by himself. He would rather be finished by the time Maru wanders into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the lashes are on, perfect even, and all that’s left is straightening his hair. Another few minutes, and Maru walks in, checking up on Koki’s progress. Koki watches Maru in the mirror from beneath his extended eyelashes. The look on his face is one that Koki is pretty sure he’s never seen before, or maybe at least not directed at him. It’s a little soft around the edges, and seeing that look directed at him makes Koki feel sort of fluttery. Not that he’d tell anyone that, of course.
Maru stands behind Koki, wrapping his arms around his middle. Koki squirms a bit, not sure if he really wants to stay where he is, or try and get away. He feels a little silly, standing there mostly naked in Taguchi’s bathroom while Maru holds him. Maru finally steps back wordlessly, retreating to the doorway to watch Koki finish with his hair as he pins the middle chunk of his bangs back and lets the rest frame his face. Done primping, Koki unplugs the iron and turns to walk past Maru.
Maru steps aside easily and follows Koki back to the bedroom. He can’t help but look at everything but Maru or the garment bag as he mumbles a question. “What’s next, Yucchi?”
“Have a seat on the edge of the bed for me, Koki.” Maru makes his way to the bag, not even glancing Koki’s way as he follows instructions. Now Koki is trying his best not to think of how the soft cotton of the comforter feels against the backs of his legs, and he’s trying his best not to think of what Maru has in store for him, and definitely he’s willing himself not to get excited, either.
“Lie back for me, Koki.” Maru sounds muffled, like he’s shoulders deep in the bag but Koki doesn’t want to look. He shuts his eyes, lashes feeling a little strange and heavy. Koki hears some shuffling footsteps and jumps a little when Maru’s fingertips lightly trail along his thighs. “Koki, put one foot up on the bed; this will go much more smoothly if you do exactly as I say.”
Koki feels Maru’s thin fingers wrap around his ankle, pulling his leg up. A soft nip to the bone on the inside of his ankle surprises Koki, eyes flying open as he jerks in Maru’s grip and then settles back. Maru chuckles, amused at Koki’s skittishness as he pulls away and begins to roll an opaque stocking up his leg. Finished with the first one, Maru pats Koki’s shin in a clear order to switch legs. Koki really can’t help the noises he makes when Maru mouths his way from ankle to knee and then backs off to roll the second stocking up.
Maru reaches out for Koki’s hands to urge him to sit back up, which he does reluctantly. He’s trying to avoid looking directly at the mirror, feeling a little uncomfortable at how Maru’s coddling makes him feel. Would Maru be as gentle with Koki if he were here wearing his regular clothes? Koki likes to think he would, and that it’s got nothing to do with the fact that apparently tonight he’s going to be Maria. Now isn’t really a time that Koki wants to think deeply about things; he may as well enjoy the pampering with no questions asked.
Maru’s got a handful of something black that looks sleek and slippery, with a sheen to it. Maybe it’s taffeta, and definitely it’s a skirt because Maru is kneeling in front of Koki now and urging him to step into it. Koki does, the feeling actually kind of amazing, and patiently waits for Maru’s next piece. This layer of skirt is a little rough and mesh-like, layers of black and crimson making it up. The tulle skirt is slipped over Koki’s head this time, and he has to resist the urge to fidget and make the skirts swish. He’ll never admit that he’s enjoying it. At least, not without coercion.
“Last one,” Maru mutters and it’s a final layer of taffeta, this one black with a reddish sheen and it’s pulled over Koki’s head. Koki is pleased that Maru has been gentle and not smudged his makeup or mussed his hair. It’s still far too early in the evening for that, anyway.
Koki is wondering what direction this outfit is going in as he sneaks a peek at his reflection. The skirts feel short and like they barely cover anything as they flare out, but Maru has somehow managed to keep them sort of long, the hems leaving only a tiny bit of skin exposed between where they end and the tops of his stockings.
Maru returns with a top that seems to be mostly sleeves and made from black brocade with a red pattern of swirls along the bottom edge and the trailing edges of the sleeves.He steps behind Koki, helping him into the sleeves and folding the left panel over the right. Koki holds the top closed as Maru ties it shut and then wanders back to the garment bag, only to return with what seems like armfuls of plain red brocade, except Koki knows it’s a proper obi and upon further inspection, it has the same sort of blackish sheen as his skirt. Maru must have hidden tying skills, because within a few minutes, he’s stepped back and it’s somehow finished, holding his top closed. One last embrace from Maru’s arms and there’s a wide black velvet collar adorning his neck, and if Koki didn’t already know better he’d think there was an actual girl staring at him from the mirror, red bottom lip being worried between teeth.
Maru extends an arm, wordlessly offering to escort Koki back to the living room. Koki accepts, somehow managing to feel tiny in Maru’s arms, even though there isn’t too much of a difference in their heights and Koki feels like he’s wrapped in yards and yards of fanciful fabric.
They settle on the couch, Maru helping Koki smooth his skirts and then wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to lean against his chest. Maru is running fingers through the back of his hair, and Koki can’t help but try and burrow closer to the gentle touch.
Minutes pass, and Koki sleepily murmurs. “Yucchi, when is Taguchi going to come home? Does he know we’re here?”
A gentle kiss is pressed against his forehead, and Maru softly answers the questions. “He’ll be back soon, and he does know that we’re here. Just relax, Koki.”
*
Koki must have actually fallen asleep tucked against Maru, because the next thing he feels is the barest brush of lips against his forehead, and the angle is too wrong for it to have been Maru. Gentle fingers brush the side of his face and Koki wakes up properly, a little startled at the proximity. Taguchi is kneeling in front of him, a softer and less manic than usual smile on his face.
“Koki, sit up. I want to see you.” Taguchi is helping Koki disentangle himself from Maru, the two of them looking down fondly at Koki. He’s still not sure how he feels about the way they’re treating him, like he’s something fragile and priceless. It’s sort of nice, even if it’s probably only because he’s dressed like a girl right now.
Taguchi is reaching out again to drag the backs of his knuckles against Koki’s cheek, ever so softly. Koki can’t help but to nuzzle into the touch, cheeks flushing when a thumb lightly drags across his lower lip.
“Stand up, Koki, let me look.” Taguchi pulls Koki to his feet, holding him at arms’ length to scrutinize him.
Koki keeps his eyes trained firmly on the floor, still weirded out by the tenderness being displayed. He stumbles a little as Taguchi crushes him close, tucking him under his chin and whispering softly. “Koki, I want to take you out tonight, maybe show you off a little bit.”
Koki stiffens in Taguchi’s embrace, petrified at the though of being seen, and that everyone will know who they are and Koki will never hear the end of it. His response is a quavering, “no”, and he struggles a little to get out from Taguchi’s lanky arms.
Taguchi tightens his hold on Koki, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You know it excites you. The feeling that everyone knows that you’re playing dress up, and that it’s for me and Yuichi. Don’t even try to lie to yourself.”
Koki knows he’s fucked as soon as he feels Maru looming behind him, hands snaking under the layers of his skirts and fondling his burgeoning erection. He really can’t deny that the whole idea of going out dressed as a girl in clothes that Maru, and probably Taguchi too, had picked out isn’t kind of hot. Maru leans into his other ear, wicked words making his breath catch. “I know you were turned on from the moment you read your instructions, from the way your eyes glimmered when I answered the door, from the way you’ve heeded my words with no argument. Admit it.”
Koki looks down, refusing to meet Taguchi’s knowing eyes. A well-placed squeeze from Maru has him gasping, eyes popping open in surprise and he admits defeat, nodding vigorously.
“What was that, Koki?” He feels the tips of his ears burning as Taguchi laughingly prompts him for an answer. “I couldn’t quite hear that, could you, Yuichi?”
Maru’s tongue is not helping him with the ability to speak, not when it’s tracing the shell of his ear. All Koki seems to be able to do is tilt his head in the hopes that somebody will get the hint. “I... I really do enjoy this...”
Koki’s voice trails off as his eyes shut, hands clenching in Taguchi’s lapels as Maru squeezes him roughly one last time, pulling away. Taguchi takes the opportunity to carefully run his hands down Koki’s arms and then grab his hips to turn him around, grinding against his ass and eliciting a gasp from Koki. Maru returns, a pair of black shoes with a low wedge heel and an egregious length of wide red ribbon in his hands.
“Koki, come have a seat for me.” Maru’s got that devious look again as Koki does as he’s told and Taguchi slopes off, presumably to change clothes before they go out. Koki watches as Maru slips the shoes onto his feet and carefully wraps and crisscrosses the ribbons up his calves, tying bows in the front. Koki thinks he’s finished until Maru produces a spool of wider red ribbon from a pocket. Maru just smirks at Koki’s questioning look, then flips his skirts up so that he can wrap a length of ribbon around one thigh, then the other, leaving enough slack for Koki to walk, albeit in much smaller steps than his usual stride.
Maru is still under his skirts when Taguchi returns in much tighter trousers and a flashier button down, an approving hum as he takes in the scene playing out in his living room. Finally Maru withdraws, looking only a little mussed as he stands and urges Koki to do the same. Taguchi takes the opportunity to crow, “Show us your sashay, Maria.”
Koki flushes crimson, but does as he’s told, ribbons wrapped around his thighs combining with the unfamiliar height of the shoes to force him into a mincing gait. It causes his skirts to flounce as he walks, trailing sleeves brushing his calves and wiping the smug off of both Maru and Taguchi’s faces.
It’s quite empowering, Koki thinks, and he’s considerably more on board with tonight’s activities now that he’s struck his cohorts speechless. Koki stops in front of Taguchi, still not eye-level with him with his added height, and slips his hands into Taguchi’s back pockets, squeezing his ass for once, and then crosses the room to give Maru the same treatment.
Koki takes a seat on the couch, smoothing his skirts. “So, what was that about taking me out? What will we be doing tonight?” He tries to keep his expression demure, but it’s not really something he has much experience with, so he’s not sure if he pulls it off.
Taguchi recovers from the ass grab, then sidles over to Maru. He guides Maru to have a seat, then turns to Koki. “We’re going to a place not too far from here, where no one will notice. I hope you’re fine with walking a couple blocks in those shoes.”
“If I get tired you can just carry me,” Koki can’t help but cut in, smirking a bit. Taguchi just shrugs in agreement, then offers his hand to Koki. He accepts, rising smoothly. “Yucchi, will you be coming with us?”
Maru nods, then adds, “But first I’m going to beat all of your high scores. Then I’ll meet you two there.”
Koki laughs at the affronted look on Taguchi’s face, then tugs at his sleeve to prod him into action. “Let’s go.”
The walk is short and mostly silent, save for the moments that Taguchi leans down to whisper filthily into his ear. Koki is grateful that his skirts keep it from being completely obvious that he’s getting excited. He still can’t shake the feeling that everyone they pass knows, but it’s not possible. He knows that they probably just look like any other couple on a date.
They arrive, entering the club without a second glance from anyone, and Taguchi leads Koki straight to the back, to a circular booth in the corner where the lights are especially dim. The music is just loud enough to cover their conversation without the need to yell, and Taguchi wraps an arm around Koki’s shoulders once they’re both seated. Drinks appear, Taguchi smirking as Koki heaves a sigh as he’s given a fruity pink concoction garnished with strawberries.
“What? It suits you, Maria, all pink and sweet.” Taguchi is whispering right into Koki’s ear, tongue flicking at his earrings. Koki is mollified when Taguchi moves his arm from around his shoulders and under the table, fingers slipping along the tops of his stockings and further up. He can’t help but squirm in his seat as Taguchi’s wandering fingers trace along the lace edges of his panties, slipping underneath to tease him mercilessly.
Koki’s cheeks are flushed, and he can’t even blame the alcohol, because he’s been busy trying to subtly hold a fist to his mouth and not get gloss everywhere even though he knows no one will hear if he moans quietly. His other hand is under the table, clutching Taguchi’s thigh in a weak attempt at retaliation.
Maru finally joins them, surprising Koki by slipping his arm around Koki’s shoulders and grazing a chaste kiss along his cheek. “We wouldn’t want everyone to think you were loose with your affections, Maria. You’re such a nice girl.”
Koki isn’t sure if he’s more mortified from sheer embarrassment caused by the fact that he’s been dragged out for an evening on the town in drag or if it’s because he’s sandwiched between two of his band mates who are molesting him from both sides while they are in a public place. A sort of private public place, but still, there are other people around.
Maru’s fingers lightly stroking the side of his neck is almost more than he can bear when it’s coupled with Taguchi’s wandering hand, and it takes Koki a few minutes to regain enough composure to hiss, “How much longer are we going to be here? I can’t stand all of this for much longer.” Koki is proud of his composure, at least until Maru relocates his hand from the back of his neck to join Taguchi’s in running fingers along the bulge straining the satin of his knickers and he can’t help the low moan he lets slip.
Maru leans in, low chuckles tickling Koki’s ear as he mutters, “However long it takes you to finish your drink.”
Taguchi joins in, whispering on his other side. “And no, Maria, you can’t just down it in one draught. That wouldn’t be very ladylike.”
Koki pouts, then does as he’s told, sipping slowly at the daiquiri. It’s hard for him to not choke, since the distracting fondling is merciless, and he still feels like everyone in the establishment knows exactly what is happening in their corner. Finally, all that’s left is the strawberry perched on the rim of the glass, which Koki shoves towards Maru. He’s ready to go back to Taguchi’s, and get the evening started properly.
Maru accepts as Taguchi laughs, muttering a quiet, “Fiesty, aren’t we?” Taguchi slides out of the booth and helps Koki to his feet while Maru counts out the bills to leave on the table. An arm slithers proprietarily around Koki’s shoulders as they exit, Maru following along a few paces behind.
The walk back is much more agonizing, partly because Koki’s ribbon fetters keep him from his usual stride, and partly because it’s hard for him to properly focus on walking when his erection is trapped in constricting panties. He isn’t quite sure how they manage to make it back to Taguchi’s place, but right now the details aren’t that important to Koki.
What’s important to Koki is the way Maru slams the door shut when they get back, throwing the locks impatiently. Koki barely hears it because he’s completely occupied with the way Taguchi is sliding his hands into his hair and crushing their mouths together, kissing him breathless, as trite as it sounds. He’s got other things to worry about, like how they’re going to get out of the entryway and to a suitable place to finally fuck.
Maru roughly grabs Koki’s hips from behind, surprising him into jerking out of Taguchi’s mouth. “Let’s get to a bed, and finish what I started.” Thankfully Taguchi doesn’t have anything to add; he just manhandles Koki down the hall, Maru following along.
Koki’s breath whooshes out of him as Taguchi pushes him to the mattress and the knot of his obi presses into the small of his back. He’s too tangled in all of his taffeta and tulle and brocade to right himself, and it’s much more interesting to focus on Taguchi and Maru, who are ignoring him as they fight to unbutton each other’s shirts as they exchange heated kisses. They finally shove their shirts off and move on to fumbling with buckles and zippers, pants falling to the floor as rough fingers scrabble at waistbands of boxers. Once Taguchi and Maru have finished tearing at their clothes, they break apart, gasping, and turn to face Koki.
Koki feels like he has some insight as to how mice must feel when they’re staring down hungry cats. Both Taguchi and Maru’s eyes are dark and glittering with lust as they stalk toward Koki. All he can do is wait to see what they plan to do to him. He’s a little terrified, and a lot turned on.
In unison, they each grab an ankle. Koki is forced to lie back further, feet in the air as the ribbons at his knees are untied, unwinding themselves and whispering against his stockings. The shoes are pulled from his feet and dropped at the foot of the bed, forgotten in favor of having a whispered discussion. Hands still firmly wrapped around his ankles, Taguchi and Maru each grab the tops of Koki’s stockings and pull them down. Koki can’t decribe how the material feels against his bare legs, just that it’s good, and he moans a little as they’re pulled off and discarded.
There’s a sharp nip at his ankle, again, and Koki had never known until today that Maru even had a thing for ankles. Or dressing him. Or a lot of things, really. Koki gasps as the bites continue for a few more moments, then his legs are released and he slumps bonelessly against the sheets.
Koki doesn’t get to relax for very long, though, because soon Taguchi’s got his big hands curling around his shoulder and urging him to roll over. He gets even more tangled in his sleeves, binding him as well as a straightjacket would, but he manages to get on his front. There’s a tugging at his obi as Maru undoes his earlier handiwork, and it’s pulled out from under Koki. He’s trying not to cringe at how wrinkled everything must be getting, and is successfully distracted from that train of thought by being pushed back onto his back by Taguchi.
The tie holding his top is relieved of its duty and the robe slips open, exposing Koki’s camisole. He pulls his arms out and sits up so Maru can get it out of the bed and out of danger of being completely ruined. Taguchi
cages Koki in his arms and pushes him back, delighted as he torments Koki with hot breath against his hard nipples, moistening the satin with long swipes of his tongue. Koki squirms in Taguchi’s hold, hindering Maru’s effort at pulling his skirts down.
“Koki, you need to hold still so I can undress you, or I’m just going to flip your skirts out of the way and fuck you, though I know you wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Maru’s voice is deeper than usual as he smacks the inside of Koki’s thigh, the two combining to get him to hold himself still under Taguchi’s onslaught. Maru grasps the waistbands of all of the skirts at once and pulls them down, tickling against Koki’s legs (and it still feels really good) and pulling wanton moans from him.
Finally Koki is mostly undressed; he’s still got the camisole and panties, and the ribbon wrapped around his thighs has stayed put. Taguchi pulls back, he and Maru staring down at the picture Koki makes, red gloss mostly kissed from his lips and long lashes fluttering against his cheeks, hair messy and strands sticking to his face and neck. Koki’s heart is pounding in his chest as he writhes under their gazes, waiting for one of them to finally finish undressing him. He can’t seem to get his mouth to form words, just panting short breaths.
Maru finally leans down, nimble fingers untying the ribbon and tossing it aside before his hands slip along the waistband of the panties, bulging with the proof of Koki’s approval of the evening’s activities. Koki raises his hips as Maru pulls his knickers off, allowing his erection to spring free. There’s warm breath on his cock and Koki cries out, arching towards Maru. It’s not to be, because Maru laughs and pulls away, running his hands under Koki’s camisole and pulling it over his head.
Koki’s finally naked, panting and flushed as Taguchi and Maru loom over him, eyes glinting. Maru fumbles in the pocket of his discarded pants, retrieving condoms. Taguchi slips out of the room, returning with a bottle of lubricant that smells like strawberries when he pops the cap. Koki groans, knowing that any time he smells strawberries ever again he’s going to get an instant boner.
The two of them clamber into the bed, Taguchi pouring lube onto Maru’s hand and closing the bottle, making sure to keep it within reach. Maru circles one slick finger around Koki’s rim as Taguchi distracts him by licking a hot stripe up his cock. As Koki gasps, Maru slips his finger in and swirls it around, then adds a second once Taguchi engulfs his cock, cheeks hollowing. All Koki can do is fist the sheets under the combined sensations, Taguchi making obscene noises around him while Maru pushes his fingers in and out and scissors him open.
Another finger slips into Koki, the three of them curling forward against a spot that has him jerking against Taguchi’s arm clamped across his hips. Taguchi pulls away, smirking, and slicks his own fingers. He slips one in alongside Maru’s, sliding a second finger in with Koki’s next breath. Maru pulls his fingers out and wipes his hand on the sheets before ripping open a condom and rolling it on. He lays down on his back next to Koki, then pinches at his nipple to get his attention.
Koki gasps as Taguchi pulls his fingers out, leaving him loose and empty. He whines at the loss of contact, but readily sits up when Taguchi urges him to, and Maru speaks, voice rough. “Koki, get up here.”
Koki straddles Maru’s hips, slowly guided down by his hands loosely gripping his hips. Koki’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation of being filled, completely forgetting that Taguchi is lurking behind him. His eyes shoot open and he gasps when he feels two of Taguchi’s fingers slip inside along with Maru’s cock, stretching him wide open. “What... what are you doing, Junno?” Koki’s unable to keep his breath from hitching, and the growling whines slip out against his will.
Taguchi’s answer is smug and Koki knows he’d probably hit him if he weren’t otherwise occupied. “You mean you don’t know, Koki? I think it should be obvious what I’m doing. Yuichi and I are both going to show you a good time.”
Koki groans, and wills himself to relax as much as he can as he hears the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening and feels Taguchi pressing in alongside Maru. He’s inching inside so slowly, and Koki is pretty sure he’s never felt this full before. Maru is petting his hair soothingly, and Taguchi is peppering feather-light kisses against his shoulders, the two of them whispering snatches of encouragement: You’re doing so well; so tight, Koki; so beautiful; ours.
Taguchi stills, finally fully inside of Koki. Tentatively he begins to pull out, pushing back in just as slowly and wrenching moans from both Koki and Maru. When Maru begins to move counterpoint to Taguchi’s slow pace, Koki is sure that he’s going to break into tiny pieces at any moment. All Koki knows is the friction of being filled so completely and the gasps and moans he can’t hold back as he’s pushed closer and closer to orgasm.
Seemingly all too soon, Maru is stiffening beneath Koki, his release throbbing inside him and against Taguchi. As Maru slips out, spent, Taguchi pushes Koki forward to get a better angle and increases his speed, brushing insistently against Koki’s prostate. As soon as Koki jolts at the stimulation, Taguchi makes sure to continue hitting that spot with every sharp thrust.
Maru sneaks a hand around Koki’s length, as he’s preoccupied with just holding on, and begins stroking it in time with every thrust. A tricky thumb mercilessly teases the bundle of nerves on the underside of Koki’s cock, and it finally pushes him wailing over the edge as he comes all over Maru’s hand. Taguchi presses more insistently through the clenching of his muscles, finally stilling with a quiet gasp, lips pressed to Koki’s nape. Gingerly he pulls out, then helps Koki off of Maru. The two of them stumble into the bathroom, supporting each other, and Koki can’t seem to keep his eyes open.
A short time later, after Koki supposes he nodded off, there’s a gentle tugging at his arm as a considerably steadier on his feet Taguchi looks down at him. “Koki, come with me. Let’s give you a bath, since you’re such a dirty girl.”
Koki hopes the half-hearted glare he levels at Taguchi is enough to show his displeasure with so much unadulterated smarm, since he’s not sure he’s able to form coherent words. It must not have any effect, because Taguchi continues. “Just wait until you see what we’ve got for you to wear tomorrow.”
Making Ladies
Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- crossdressing I guess is what we should watch out for, huh? (also dp)
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Koki’s not sure he likes the look on Yucchi’s face as he walks into their dressing room. He’s smirking, and it looks positively devious; Koki knows he’s in for trouble any time Yucchi looks like that and there aren’t any cameras around. He really does do that “mild-mannered well-behaved young man” thing the majority of the time. May as well get it over with, and see what he’s in for later. “Yucchi. What have you been up to lately?” Koki hopes he didn’t make any weird faces as he asked; he can’t help that he’s a little unnerved.
Maru claps a hand down on Koki’s shoulder jovially, taking a seat next to him, arm slipping around Koki. “You’re free tonight, and tomorrow too, aren’t you?”
Koki nods, then curses himself for probably setting himself up for the unknown, something that he might not want to do. The last time Maru had asked any of them that question, Koki had had to spend a whole night reassuring Taguchi that there wasn’t any dirt on his hands, or anywhere else. The whole ordeal had really given Koki an insight into Lady Macbeth’s whole “out, damned spot, out” thing, though.
“Well, then, Koki-kun, you’re going to go over to Taguchi’s place after work. Walk me to my car when we’re through here, I’ve got something to give you before you go over there.” Maru gave Koki another hearty pat on the back, then got back into his own personal space.
All Koki can do is agree, hoping that his evening isn’t completely awful. He spends the rest of the day wondering why Taguchi didn’t just ask him over himself, a little unsettled.
*
As promised, Koki walks Maru to his car after work. Maru pops the trunk and pulls out a nondescript black duffel bag. It’s so inconspicuous that Koki is immediately suspicious. Maru hands it to Koki, smirking as Koki clearly expects something heavy, and nearly drops it when it turns out to be sort of light.
“You may not want to open that too wide around other people. Though, you do have some instructions in the pocket there.” With those words, Maru folds himself into his car, shutting the door and jauntily waving goodbye.
All Koki can do is scowl halfheartedly as he takes his mystery bag to his own car, and stop by his place before venturing into the unknown at Taguchi’s apartment.
*
Koki trudges through his front door, bag in tow. He drops it at his feet as he shrugs his jacket off and kicks out of his sneakers, then grabs the bag and flops on the couch. Frowning a bit, he opens the outside zipper, finding a sheet of paper, folded neatly in half. Koki’s frown deepens as he reads Maru’s tidy handwriting. Oh, he doesn’t like this at all, but he’s already agreed to the terms, feeling kind of foolish for not finding out what the plans were beforehand.
The instructions delve right into the thick of things, cutting straight to the point.
Koki, tonight we’re going to play dress up. Of course, when I say “we” really I mean “you.” You’ll find part of what you’ll need in the bag I gave you, and because I’m a nice guy, the rest of your things will be at Taguchi’s. Don’t forget to follow these instructions exactly.
Koki pales as he reads further. Yucchi was kind of a sneaky bastard; he was also very stern when he set his mind to it. Sighing, Koki stood up, dragging his feet and the bag on his way to the bathroom.
*
The note from Maru hadn’t given Koki a specific time to arrive, though he really does want to be contrary and dawdle. Prior experience had broken him of that, though it’s still nice to imagine making Maru wait.
Koki turns the tap, letting the tub fill with hot water, mirror fogging as he pulls out the decidedly feminine toiletries. As his fingers close around something silky, he groans, then turns to switch hot water for cold, only allowing it to run for a few minutes.
Water finally a tolerable temperature for a reasonably long soak and sulk, Koki slips out of his jeans and tosses his shirt in the general direction of the hamper. Before slipping into the water, Koki lines up everything that Maru had given him; for a second Koki has a terrifying moment of clarity as he realizes that maybe he’d been spending too much time with Taguchi and the need for organization had rubbed off on him.
Koki settles into the tub, looking closely at the bottles. He can’t help but laugh, a tiny bit at least, because Maru had found strawberry scented everything. Predictable.
Koki slides beneath the water for a minute, resurfacing and blinking the water from his eyes before grabbing the shampoo and lathering up. As he dunks himself again, Koki fervently hopes that whatever Maru had planned had nothing at all to do with that Strawberry Shortcake character, otherwise he would punch him. Or at the very least, not talk to him for a few days.
Last of the suds rinsed out of his hair, Koki reaches for the body wash and the bath pouf that had been so kindly included. It’s amusing to think of how Maru must have looked as he prowled the shops in his quest for whatever, even though now Koki has finished scrubbing himself down and all that is left is the blindingly pink canister of shaving cream. That part isn’t amusing, but Koki tries to think of the bright side; it is winter, and therefore cold, and no one would be seeing his legs. Or his armpits. And he’d get to fuck, too, so it isn’t completely terrible.
The scent of strawberries almost too cloying, Koki props one leg against the edge of the tub, and drags the razor through the (quite pink) foam from ankle up, marveling at the strip of smooth skin. Koki continues, willing himself to not get erect; he’s having a hard time of it, though, especially when thinking about the note from Maru. Seemingly taking forever, Koki finishes, legs and armpits smooth and hairless, and drains the lukewarm water and stands, turning on the shower spray for a final rinse.
He steps out of the tub, dripping on the bathmat as he towels off, taking a minute to drag the towel lightly against his legs; it feels different, which is obvious, and it sort of feels nice. Koki wonders how girls ever do anything but feel their own legs up. He’s pretty sure he’d never get much accomplished if he were a girl, he’d be far too busy enjoying the equipment.
Completely dried off, Koki tosses the towel into the hamper and reaches into the bag, sitting innocently on the counter. The silky brush turns out to be a black satin camisole, edged in crimson lace, and matching boyshorts. Not that he kept up with kinds of knickers, or anything. And it isn’t too awful, yet. Before slipping into his lingerie, though, Koki smooths the (strawberry scented, of course) lotion into his skin.
Comb pulled through his damp hair and silky unmentionables on, Koki re-packs the bag and goes to search out clothes that won’t make it immediately obvious of what he is wearing under them. And maybe he should take some more of his own clothes too; it wouldn’t do to get caught coming home in whatever Maru has picked out for him. That could get a little awkward.
*
The drive to Taguchi’s is only a tiny bit distracting; the way his jeans brush against his skin is interesting, to say the least. Koki is confident that his sweater and jacket zipped up to his throat combination disguises the fact that he was wearing lingerie, as does the fact that his jeans are pulled up properly and belted. He can’t shake the idea that people somehow know, even though he’s bundled up and no one is even around to pay him any mind as he shifts from foot to foot as he rings Taguchi’s doorbell.
Maru answers the door, startling Koki with his unsettling silent appraisal. Maru tosses his head in invitation, stepping back to allow Koki in and shutting the door.
As soon as the door is shut and locked, Maru’s hands are snaking around Koki’s front, deftly pulling the zipper of his jacket down and sliding it off his shoulders as he nuzzles the side of his neck, breathing deeply. “Koki, it seems like you followed my instructions, but you know I’ll need to double check.”
Koki’s breath hitches as Maru guides him into the living room. He figures it will be easiest to stay still and let Maru undress him; he’s terribly fond of inspections, another thing Koki had prior experience with as well. As Koki’s shirt is pulled over his head, Maru’s small noise of approval makes him happy; when Maru sucks a breath in through his teeth as he pushes Koki’s jeans down, he feels overjoyed.
Maru looks Koki up and down, biting his lip before tentatively crouching down and running his fingertips down Koki’s legs. It feels a little strange and a tiny bit ticklish, and Koki has to do his best to hold still. Running his fingers more firmly as he rises, Maru nods in approval, then pulls Koki’s arms up. It’s hard for Koki not to flush under Maru’s dark gaze. Maru’s voice is rough as he praises Koki. “I’m very pleased with you Koki, and how you’ve done exactly as I told you. Bring your things and follow me.”
Koki obediently follows along, arms full of his clothes and the bag. Maru takes them from him once they enter Taguchi’s guest bedroom, placing them on the dresser. Koki stands in the doorway, warily staring at the plain black garment bag that hangs ominously in the open closet. He wonders what could be in it, and if Maru had gotten him something terrifyingly awful and more embarrassing than necessary.
Koki keeps staring, trying to keep the fear from his face. Maru notices, and laughs shortly. “Before you get dressed, Koki, I think you should fix your hair, maybe put on a little makeup. Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom, and you can ask for help if you need it.”
Koki feels his cheeks warm, and nods. He doesn’t trust his voice to work properly, and he feels more naked than he really is. He slinks out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, still wondering where the hell Taguchi is.
He takes in the small pile of new cosmetics, and the flat iron laid out like a very unsubtle hint. Koki plugs in the iron and switches it on, starting to sort through the make up he’d been brought. First the powder foundation, then a swipe of the pale sparkly eyeshadow, followed by a bit of black eyeliner. Lastly there’s a set of slightly fluttery false eyelashes, mascara to go with them, and red-tinted lip gloss. It was probably strawberry flavored too, since Maru had picked it out. Koki peers at the instructions for the lashes, deeming them simple enough to do by himself. He would rather be finished by the time Maru wanders into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the lashes are on, perfect even, and all that’s left is straightening his hair. Another few minutes, and Maru walks in, checking up on Koki’s progress. Koki watches Maru in the mirror from beneath his extended eyelashes. The look on his face is one that Koki is pretty sure he’s never seen before, or maybe at least not directed at him. It’s a little soft around the edges, and seeing that look directed at him makes Koki feel sort of fluttery. Not that he’d tell anyone that, of course.
Maru stands behind Koki, wrapping his arms around his middle. Koki squirms a bit, not sure if he really wants to stay where he is, or try and get away. He feels a little silly, standing there mostly naked in Taguchi’s bathroom while Maru holds him. Maru finally steps back wordlessly, retreating to the doorway to watch Koki finish with his hair as he pins the middle chunk of his bangs back and lets the rest frame his face. Done primping, Koki unplugs the iron and turns to walk past Maru.
Maru steps aside easily and follows Koki back to the bedroom. He can’t help but look at everything but Maru or the garment bag as he mumbles a question. “What’s next, Yucchi?”
“Have a seat on the edge of the bed for me, Koki.” Maru makes his way to the bag, not even glancing Koki’s way as he follows instructions. Now Koki is trying his best not to think of how the soft cotton of the comforter feels against the backs of his legs, and he’s trying his best not to think of what Maru has in store for him, and definitely he’s willing himself not to get excited, either.
“Lie back for me, Koki.” Maru sounds muffled, like he’s shoulders deep in the bag but Koki doesn’t want to look. He shuts his eyes, lashes feeling a little strange and heavy. Koki hears some shuffling footsteps and jumps a little when Maru’s fingertips lightly trail along his thighs. “Koki, put one foot up on the bed; this will go much more smoothly if you do exactly as I say.”
Koki feels Maru’s thin fingers wrap around his ankle, pulling his leg up. A soft nip to the bone on the inside of his ankle surprises Koki, eyes flying open as he jerks in Maru’s grip and then settles back. Maru chuckles, amused at Koki’s skittishness as he pulls away and begins to roll an opaque stocking up his leg. Finished with the first one, Maru pats Koki’s shin in a clear order to switch legs. Koki really can’t help the noises he makes when Maru mouths his way from ankle to knee and then backs off to roll the second stocking up.
Maru reaches out for Koki’s hands to urge him to sit back up, which he does reluctantly. He’s trying to avoid looking directly at the mirror, feeling a little uncomfortable at how Maru’s coddling makes him feel. Would Maru be as gentle with Koki if he were here wearing his regular clothes? Koki likes to think he would, and that it’s got nothing to do with the fact that apparently tonight he’s going to be Maria. Now isn’t really a time that Koki wants to think deeply about things; he may as well enjoy the pampering with no questions asked.
Maru’s got a handful of something black that looks sleek and slippery, with a sheen to it. Maybe it’s taffeta, and definitely it’s a skirt because Maru is kneeling in front of Koki now and urging him to step into it. Koki does, the feeling actually kind of amazing, and patiently waits for Maru’s next piece. This layer of skirt is a little rough and mesh-like, layers of black and crimson making it up. The tulle skirt is slipped over Koki’s head this time, and he has to resist the urge to fidget and make the skirts swish. He’ll never admit that he’s enjoying it. At least, not without coercion.
“Last one,” Maru mutters and it’s a final layer of taffeta, this one black with a reddish sheen and it’s pulled over Koki’s head. Koki is pleased that Maru has been gentle and not smudged his makeup or mussed his hair. It’s still far too early in the evening for that, anyway.
Koki is wondering what direction this outfit is going in as he sneaks a peek at his reflection. The skirts feel short and like they barely cover anything as they flare out, but Maru has somehow managed to keep them sort of long, the hems leaving only a tiny bit of skin exposed between where they end and the tops of his stockings.
Maru returns with a top that seems to be mostly sleeves and made from black brocade with a red pattern of swirls along the bottom edge and the trailing edges of the sleeves.He steps behind Koki, helping him into the sleeves and folding the left panel over the right. Koki holds the top closed as Maru ties it shut and then wanders back to the garment bag, only to return with what seems like armfuls of plain red brocade, except Koki knows it’s a proper obi and upon further inspection, it has the same sort of blackish sheen as his skirt. Maru must have hidden tying skills, because within a few minutes, he’s stepped back and it’s somehow finished, holding his top closed. One last embrace from Maru’s arms and there’s a wide black velvet collar adorning his neck, and if Koki didn’t already know better he’d think there was an actual girl staring at him from the mirror, red bottom lip being worried between teeth.
Maru extends an arm, wordlessly offering to escort Koki back to the living room. Koki accepts, somehow managing to feel tiny in Maru’s arms, even though there isn’t too much of a difference in their heights and Koki feels like he’s wrapped in yards and yards of fanciful fabric.
They settle on the couch, Maru helping Koki smooth his skirts and then wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to lean against his chest. Maru is running fingers through the back of his hair, and Koki can’t help but try and burrow closer to the gentle touch.
Minutes pass, and Koki sleepily murmurs. “Yucchi, when is Taguchi going to come home? Does he know we’re here?”
A gentle kiss is pressed against his forehead, and Maru softly answers the questions. “He’ll be back soon, and he does know that we’re here. Just relax, Koki.”
*
Koki must have actually fallen asleep tucked against Maru, because the next thing he feels is the barest brush of lips against his forehead, and the angle is too wrong for it to have been Maru. Gentle fingers brush the side of his face and Koki wakes up properly, a little startled at the proximity. Taguchi is kneeling in front of him, a softer and less manic than usual smile on his face.
“Koki, sit up. I want to see you.” Taguchi is helping Koki disentangle himself from Maru, the two of them looking down fondly at Koki. He’s still not sure how he feels about the way they’re treating him, like he’s something fragile and priceless. It’s sort of nice, even if it’s probably only because he’s dressed like a girl right now.
Taguchi is reaching out again to drag the backs of his knuckles against Koki’s cheek, ever so softly. Koki can’t help but to nuzzle into the touch, cheeks flushing when a thumb lightly drags across his lower lip.
“Stand up, Koki, let me look.” Taguchi pulls Koki to his feet, holding him at arms’ length to scrutinize him.
Koki keeps his eyes trained firmly on the floor, still weirded out by the tenderness being displayed. He stumbles a little as Taguchi crushes him close, tucking him under his chin and whispering softly. “Koki, I want to take you out tonight, maybe show you off a little bit.”
Koki stiffens in Taguchi’s embrace, petrified at the though of being seen, and that everyone will know who they are and Koki will never hear the end of it. His response is a quavering, “no”, and he struggles a little to get out from Taguchi’s lanky arms.
Taguchi tightens his hold on Koki, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You know it excites you. The feeling that everyone knows that you’re playing dress up, and that it’s for me and Yuichi. Don’t even try to lie to yourself.”
Koki knows he’s fucked as soon as he feels Maru looming behind him, hands snaking under the layers of his skirts and fondling his burgeoning erection. He really can’t deny that the whole idea of going out dressed as a girl in clothes that Maru, and probably Taguchi too, had picked out isn’t kind of hot. Maru leans into his other ear, wicked words making his breath catch. “I know you were turned on from the moment you read your instructions, from the way your eyes glimmered when I answered the door, from the way you’ve heeded my words with no argument. Admit it.”
Koki looks down, refusing to meet Taguchi’s knowing eyes. A well-placed squeeze from Maru has him gasping, eyes popping open in surprise and he admits defeat, nodding vigorously.
“What was that, Koki?” He feels the tips of his ears burning as Taguchi laughingly prompts him for an answer. “I couldn’t quite hear that, could you, Yuichi?”
Maru’s tongue is not helping him with the ability to speak, not when it’s tracing the shell of his ear. All Koki seems to be able to do is tilt his head in the hopes that somebody will get the hint. “I... I really do enjoy this...”
Koki’s voice trails off as his eyes shut, hands clenching in Taguchi’s lapels as Maru squeezes him roughly one last time, pulling away. Taguchi takes the opportunity to carefully run his hands down Koki’s arms and then grab his hips to turn him around, grinding against his ass and eliciting a gasp from Koki. Maru returns, a pair of black shoes with a low wedge heel and an egregious length of wide red ribbon in his hands.
“Koki, come have a seat for me.” Maru’s got that devious look again as Koki does as he’s told and Taguchi slopes off, presumably to change clothes before they go out. Koki watches as Maru slips the shoes onto his feet and carefully wraps and crisscrosses the ribbons up his calves, tying bows in the front. Koki thinks he’s finished until Maru produces a spool of wider red ribbon from a pocket. Maru just smirks at Koki’s questioning look, then flips his skirts up so that he can wrap a length of ribbon around one thigh, then the other, leaving enough slack for Koki to walk, albeit in much smaller steps than his usual stride.
Maru is still under his skirts when Taguchi returns in much tighter trousers and a flashier button down, an approving hum as he takes in the scene playing out in his living room. Finally Maru withdraws, looking only a little mussed as he stands and urges Koki to do the same. Taguchi takes the opportunity to crow, “Show us your sashay, Maria.”
Koki flushes crimson, but does as he’s told, ribbons wrapped around his thighs combining with the unfamiliar height of the shoes to force him into a mincing gait. It causes his skirts to flounce as he walks, trailing sleeves brushing his calves and wiping the smug off of both Maru and Taguchi’s faces.
It’s quite empowering, Koki thinks, and he’s considerably more on board with tonight’s activities now that he’s struck his cohorts speechless. Koki stops in front of Taguchi, still not eye-level with him with his added height, and slips his hands into Taguchi’s back pockets, squeezing his ass for once, and then crosses the room to give Maru the same treatment.
Koki takes a seat on the couch, smoothing his skirts. “So, what was that about taking me out? What will we be doing tonight?” He tries to keep his expression demure, but it’s not really something he has much experience with, so he’s not sure if he pulls it off.
Taguchi recovers from the ass grab, then sidles over to Maru. He guides Maru to have a seat, then turns to Koki. “We’re going to a place not too far from here, where no one will notice. I hope you’re fine with walking a couple blocks in those shoes.”
“If I get tired you can just carry me,” Koki can’t help but cut in, smirking a bit. Taguchi just shrugs in agreement, then offers his hand to Koki. He accepts, rising smoothly. “Yucchi, will you be coming with us?”
Maru nods, then adds, “But first I’m going to beat all of your high scores. Then I’ll meet you two there.”
Koki laughs at the affronted look on Taguchi’s face, then tugs at his sleeve to prod him into action. “Let’s go.”
The walk is short and mostly silent, save for the moments that Taguchi leans down to whisper filthily into his ear. Koki is grateful that his skirts keep it from being completely obvious that he’s getting excited. He still can’t shake the feeling that everyone they pass knows, but it’s not possible. He knows that they probably just look like any other couple on a date.
They arrive, entering the club without a second glance from anyone, and Taguchi leads Koki straight to the back, to a circular booth in the corner where the lights are especially dim. The music is just loud enough to cover their conversation without the need to yell, and Taguchi wraps an arm around Koki’s shoulders once they’re both seated. Drinks appear, Taguchi smirking as Koki heaves a sigh as he’s given a fruity pink concoction garnished with strawberries.
“What? It suits you, Maria, all pink and sweet.” Taguchi is whispering right into Koki’s ear, tongue flicking at his earrings. Koki is mollified when Taguchi moves his arm from around his shoulders and under the table, fingers slipping along the tops of his stockings and further up. He can’t help but squirm in his seat as Taguchi’s wandering fingers trace along the lace edges of his panties, slipping underneath to tease him mercilessly.
Koki’s cheeks are flushed, and he can’t even blame the alcohol, because he’s been busy trying to subtly hold a fist to his mouth and not get gloss everywhere even though he knows no one will hear if he moans quietly. His other hand is under the table, clutching Taguchi’s thigh in a weak attempt at retaliation.
Maru finally joins them, surprising Koki by slipping his arm around Koki’s shoulders and grazing a chaste kiss along his cheek. “We wouldn’t want everyone to think you were loose with your affections, Maria. You’re such a nice girl.”
Koki isn’t sure if he’s more mortified from sheer embarrassment caused by the fact that he’s been dragged out for an evening on the town in drag or if it’s because he’s sandwiched between two of his band mates who are molesting him from both sides while they are in a public place. A sort of private public place, but still, there are other people around.
Maru’s fingers lightly stroking the side of his neck is almost more than he can bear when it’s coupled with Taguchi’s wandering hand, and it takes Koki a few minutes to regain enough composure to hiss, “How much longer are we going to be here? I can’t stand all of this for much longer.” Koki is proud of his composure, at least until Maru relocates his hand from the back of his neck to join Taguchi’s in running fingers along the bulge straining the satin of his knickers and he can’t help the low moan he lets slip.
Maru leans in, low chuckles tickling Koki’s ear as he mutters, “However long it takes you to finish your drink.”
Taguchi joins in, whispering on his other side. “And no, Maria, you can’t just down it in one draught. That wouldn’t be very ladylike.”
Koki pouts, then does as he’s told, sipping slowly at the daiquiri. It’s hard for him to not choke, since the distracting fondling is merciless, and he still feels like everyone in the establishment knows exactly what is happening in their corner. Finally, all that’s left is the strawberry perched on the rim of the glass, which Koki shoves towards Maru. He’s ready to go back to Taguchi’s, and get the evening started properly.
Maru accepts as Taguchi laughs, muttering a quiet, “Fiesty, aren’t we?” Taguchi slides out of the booth and helps Koki to his feet while Maru counts out the bills to leave on the table. An arm slithers proprietarily around Koki’s shoulders as they exit, Maru following along a few paces behind.
The walk back is much more agonizing, partly because Koki’s ribbon fetters keep him from his usual stride, and partly because it’s hard for him to properly focus on walking when his erection is trapped in constricting panties. He isn’t quite sure how they manage to make it back to Taguchi’s place, but right now the details aren’t that important to Koki.
What’s important to Koki is the way Maru slams the door shut when they get back, throwing the locks impatiently. Koki barely hears it because he’s completely occupied with the way Taguchi is sliding his hands into his hair and crushing their mouths together, kissing him breathless, as trite as it sounds. He’s got other things to worry about, like how they’re going to get out of the entryway and to a suitable place to finally fuck.
Maru roughly grabs Koki’s hips from behind, surprising him into jerking out of Taguchi’s mouth. “Let’s get to a bed, and finish what I started.” Thankfully Taguchi doesn’t have anything to add; he just manhandles Koki down the hall, Maru following along.
Koki’s breath whooshes out of him as Taguchi pushes him to the mattress and the knot of his obi presses into the small of his back. He’s too tangled in all of his taffeta and tulle and brocade to right himself, and it’s much more interesting to focus on Taguchi and Maru, who are ignoring him as they fight to unbutton each other’s shirts as they exchange heated kisses. They finally shove their shirts off and move on to fumbling with buckles and zippers, pants falling to the floor as rough fingers scrabble at waistbands of boxers. Once Taguchi and Maru have finished tearing at their clothes, they break apart, gasping, and turn to face Koki.
Koki feels like he has some insight as to how mice must feel when they’re staring down hungry cats. Both Taguchi and Maru’s eyes are dark and glittering with lust as they stalk toward Koki. All he can do is wait to see what they plan to do to him. He’s a little terrified, and a lot turned on.
In unison, they each grab an ankle. Koki is forced to lie back further, feet in the air as the ribbons at his knees are untied, unwinding themselves and whispering against his stockings. The shoes are pulled from his feet and dropped at the foot of the bed, forgotten in favor of having a whispered discussion. Hands still firmly wrapped around his ankles, Taguchi and Maru each grab the tops of Koki’s stockings and pull them down. Koki can’t decribe how the material feels against his bare legs, just that it’s good, and he moans a little as they’re pulled off and discarded.
There’s a sharp nip at his ankle, again, and Koki had never known until today that Maru even had a thing for ankles. Or dressing him. Or a lot of things, really. Koki gasps as the bites continue for a few more moments, then his legs are released and he slumps bonelessly against the sheets.
Koki doesn’t get to relax for very long, though, because soon Taguchi’s got his big hands curling around his shoulder and urging him to roll over. He gets even more tangled in his sleeves, binding him as well as a straightjacket would, but he manages to get on his front. There’s a tugging at his obi as Maru undoes his earlier handiwork, and it’s pulled out from under Koki. He’s trying not to cringe at how wrinkled everything must be getting, and is successfully distracted from that train of thought by being pushed back onto his back by Taguchi.
The tie holding his top is relieved of its duty and the robe slips open, exposing Koki’s camisole. He pulls his arms out and sits up so Maru can get it out of the bed and out of danger of being completely ruined. Taguchi
cages Koki in his arms and pushes him back, delighted as he torments Koki with hot breath against his hard nipples, moistening the satin with long swipes of his tongue. Koki squirms in Taguchi’s hold, hindering Maru’s effort at pulling his skirts down.
“Koki, you need to hold still so I can undress you, or I’m just going to flip your skirts out of the way and fuck you, though I know you wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Maru’s voice is deeper than usual as he smacks the inside of Koki’s thigh, the two combining to get him to hold himself still under Taguchi’s onslaught. Maru grasps the waistbands of all of the skirts at once and pulls them down, tickling against Koki’s legs (and it still feels really good) and pulling wanton moans from him.
Finally Koki is mostly undressed; he’s still got the camisole and panties, and the ribbon wrapped around his thighs has stayed put. Taguchi pulls back, he and Maru staring down at the picture Koki makes, red gloss mostly kissed from his lips and long lashes fluttering against his cheeks, hair messy and strands sticking to his face and neck. Koki’s heart is pounding in his chest as he writhes under their gazes, waiting for one of them to finally finish undressing him. He can’t seem to get his mouth to form words, just panting short breaths.
Maru finally leans down, nimble fingers untying the ribbon and tossing it aside before his hands slip along the waistband of the panties, bulging with the proof of Koki’s approval of the evening’s activities. Koki raises his hips as Maru pulls his knickers off, allowing his erection to spring free. There’s warm breath on his cock and Koki cries out, arching towards Maru. It’s not to be, because Maru laughs and pulls away, running his hands under Koki’s camisole and pulling it over his head.
Koki’s finally naked, panting and flushed as Taguchi and Maru loom over him, eyes glinting. Maru fumbles in the pocket of his discarded pants, retrieving condoms. Taguchi slips out of the room, returning with a bottle of lubricant that smells like strawberries when he pops the cap. Koki groans, knowing that any time he smells strawberries ever again he’s going to get an instant boner.
The two of them clamber into the bed, Taguchi pouring lube onto Maru’s hand and closing the bottle, making sure to keep it within reach. Maru circles one slick finger around Koki’s rim as Taguchi distracts him by licking a hot stripe up his cock. As Koki gasps, Maru slips his finger in and swirls it around, then adds a second once Taguchi engulfs his cock, cheeks hollowing. All Koki can do is fist the sheets under the combined sensations, Taguchi making obscene noises around him while Maru pushes his fingers in and out and scissors him open.
Another finger slips into Koki, the three of them curling forward against a spot that has him jerking against Taguchi’s arm clamped across his hips. Taguchi pulls away, smirking, and slicks his own fingers. He slips one in alongside Maru’s, sliding a second finger in with Koki’s next breath. Maru pulls his fingers out and wipes his hand on the sheets before ripping open a condom and rolling it on. He lays down on his back next to Koki, then pinches at his nipple to get his attention.
Koki gasps as Taguchi pulls his fingers out, leaving him loose and empty. He whines at the loss of contact, but readily sits up when Taguchi urges him to, and Maru speaks, voice rough. “Koki, get up here.”
Koki straddles Maru’s hips, slowly guided down by his hands loosely gripping his hips. Koki’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation of being filled, completely forgetting that Taguchi is lurking behind him. His eyes shoot open and he gasps when he feels two of Taguchi’s fingers slip inside along with Maru’s cock, stretching him wide open. “What... what are you doing, Junno?” Koki’s unable to keep his breath from hitching, and the growling whines slip out against his will.
Taguchi’s answer is smug and Koki knows he’d probably hit him if he weren’t otherwise occupied. “You mean you don’t know, Koki? I think it should be obvious what I’m doing. Yuichi and I are both going to show you a good time.”
Koki groans, and wills himself to relax as much as he can as he hears the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening and feels Taguchi pressing in alongside Maru. He’s inching inside so slowly, and Koki is pretty sure he’s never felt this full before. Maru is petting his hair soothingly, and Taguchi is peppering feather-light kisses against his shoulders, the two of them whispering snatches of encouragement: You’re doing so well; so tight, Koki; so beautiful; ours.
Taguchi stills, finally fully inside of Koki. Tentatively he begins to pull out, pushing back in just as slowly and wrenching moans from both Koki and Maru. When Maru begins to move counterpoint to Taguchi’s slow pace, Koki is sure that he’s going to break into tiny pieces at any moment. All Koki knows is the friction of being filled so completely and the gasps and moans he can’t hold back as he’s pushed closer and closer to orgasm.
Seemingly all too soon, Maru is stiffening beneath Koki, his release throbbing inside him and against Taguchi. As Maru slips out, spent, Taguchi pushes Koki forward to get a better angle and increases his speed, brushing insistently against Koki’s prostate. As soon as Koki jolts at the stimulation, Taguchi makes sure to continue hitting that spot with every sharp thrust.
Maru sneaks a hand around Koki’s length, as he’s preoccupied with just holding on, and begins stroking it in time with every thrust. A tricky thumb mercilessly teases the bundle of nerves on the underside of Koki’s cock, and it finally pushes him wailing over the edge as he comes all over Maru’s hand. Taguchi presses more insistently through the clenching of his muscles, finally stilling with a quiet gasp, lips pressed to Koki’s nape. Gingerly he pulls out, then helps Koki off of Maru. The two of them stumble into the bathroom, supporting each other, and Koki can’t seem to keep his eyes open.
A short time later, after Koki supposes he nodded off, there’s a gentle tugging at his arm as a considerably steadier on his feet Taguchi looks down at him. “Koki, come with me. Let’s give you a bath, since you’re such a dirty girl.”
Koki hopes the half-hearted glare he levels at Taguchi is enough to show his displeasure with so much unadulterated smarm, since he’s not sure he’s able to form coherent words. It must not have any effect, because Taguchi continues. “Just wait until you see what we’ve got for you to wear tomorrow.”