yanderebitchclub | ( catchall ) even now i still dream of you

What do you mean, what am I waiting for? You want me to undress right in front of you?

[Why is that what he's worried about? It's not like Izumi hasn't seen him naked before.]

...Fine.

[He makes quick work of stripping down to his underwear, though he momentarily hesitates before stepping into the maid outfit and pulling it up over him. A quick zip up what little back there is, and then...]

Tch...expecting me to wear this...it's nonsense. It's far too small, no matter how I look at it.

[Except it actually fits pretty darn well, which Izumi will note as he observes. There's not much left to the imagination, but that's part of the design, after all.]

[ it's a tight fit, izumi thinks. too tight, in fact. he circles around sandalphon like a preying hawk, tugging at the fabric to check how much it clings to his skin. ]

It's a miracle you can even breathe at all. Seriously, either the tailor read your measurements wrong, or it's on purpose.

[ considering sandalphon's workplace, it's definitely the latter. izumi thinks of the people who'd suddenly be attracted to the grumpy worker behind the counter and he inhales, mentally telling himself to calm down. it's fine, it's fine, sandalphon isn't interested in anyone else... hopefully. ]

Though to be honest, the outfit in particular looks terribly boring, and it's not because you're the one wearing it. The design's just suuuuper bland for a maid outfit, and I can't have you look like a used-up rag at work.

[ so! izumi'll disappear into his room for a moment and comes back with a pair of lacy black thigh-highs. ] Here, put this on.

It must be on purpose. Mine was the only one with an open back, so they know who they were making this for.

[Probably to account for his wings, even though he almost never has them manifested at work unless it's an emergency.

When Izumi returns with the thigh-highs, Sandalphon gives him an incredulous look as he smooths the skirt down. It barely covers anything at all, really...why couldn't they add even just one more layer of lace to make it reach a bit further down his legs?]

You're missing the point. I'm not trying to stand out, I just want you to give them proper measurements so I don't have to endure this kind of humiliation in public!

[Even so, he takes the thigh-highs and slips them on. He knows Izumi's fond of his legs, after all, so if this is a way to thank him for helping him with this...well, it's probably fine.

Because of the skirt's length, or lack thereof, there's quite a gap between the end of it and the start of the fabric of the socks. Here's the zettai ryouiki you've longed for, Izumi. And also...]

...Actually, I suppose these do make me feel a bit more comfortable.

[ he's longed for sandalphon's absolute territory, yes, but... hm. while he loves the look on him, something just doesn't click for izumi as he mulls over sandalphon's entire outfit with a thoughtful hum. ]

...No, I change my mind. Thigh-highs might not work with this.

[ good thing he's brought more legwear! he thrusts a pair of black lacy tights onto sandalphon's hands rather eagerly. ]

Try these on instead. You'll be working at the counter, right? Then there's no point in showing your thighs around people. [ except izumi, that is. ]

Did you hear a word I just said?!

[PLEASE, HE JUST WANTS IZUMI TO TELL THEM TO MAKE THE SKIRT LONGER]

I suppose I'm grateful that you agree my thighs shouldn't be exposed, but accessorizing like this is only going to encourage them in the future!

[AND YET........he takes the thigh highs off and puts the tights on. Because like he said, he's grateful for the extra coverage.]

There. I've put them on. Are you satisfied now?

[ he skirt is fine as it is, shut up!!! and yes, he's more than satisfied now. ]

Mm, perfect.

[ his eyes are half-lidded as he tugs at sandalphon's skirt, and he couldn't resist running a hand along his thigh. his voice is dangerously low when he speaks. ]

You have a point, though. I wouldn't want them to see you wear this all day.

[ he's weak, okay. so, so weak. ]

[Ah...Sandalphon recognizes that look. He'd been so preoccupied with his own situation that he hadn't really noticed what Izumi was angling for until now...

...Is this outfit really that appealing on him? Well, he can always ask later. For now, he has to react. As for how to do that, well...Izumi isn't the only one who's weak.]

...Perhaps you should help me figure out how to take it off, then. I don't want it to rip when I change after my shift, after all.

[One of his hands slips around Izumi's waist, just enough to tug him a bit closer.]

You just take it off the same way as you put it on. Seriously, Sanchan.

[ he's thrilled that sandalphon's up for this anyway, despite his complaints. he runs his hands down his boyfriend's sides to his waist, then up his skirt to squeeze his plump ass. this is bad, this is real bad, he can already feel himself losing it. ]

...But if I don't want you to take this off just yet? [ he smirks. ] Turn around.

[ if there's a couch or a counter or even a wall that sandalphon can lean onto, izumi will bend him over it. ]

If I'm going to be wearing it at work, a stress test isn't out of the question.

[He might not like the outfit, but seeing Izumi react to it like this...feeling him squeezing like that, eager to devour him whole, excites him. He complies easily with Izumi bending him over, looking back over his shoulder at him. Sandalphon always tells himself that he enjoys being the one leading things, but every time Izumi takes command, he ends up enjoying it just as much.

Because he loves him, he supposes, though there's a time and place for sentimentality and it isn't while being bent over the table and groped.]

Ordering me around like I really am a maid, are you...?

[But he doesn't dislike it.]

[ just doing this is making izumi feel dirty than he already is, on top of fantasizing sandalphon in other racier outfits. once he obsesses over something he won't stop until he's done with it, and right now he's just getting started. ]

You do need to get some training in, after all.

[ he continues kneading his hands all over his clothed bottom and the meat of his thighs, digging his fingernails in them. fuck, why does he have better leg game out of both of them? this isn't fair, izumi's supposed to be the model here, and yet... ]

Of course, I wouldn't want anyone else to do this to you. [ he pushes a thumb into his hole, teasing him. ] All of this is mine, you got that?

Ahh...

[Sandalphon can feel marks being left by Izumi's blunt fingernails on his thighs, and all he can do is bite back a moan of approval. If Izumi's weak, then right now Sandalphon is even weaker, his cock already half-hard and aching to be touched just from having his thighs groped like this. He tightens around Izumi's finger, thighs trembling from the effort it's taking not to rock his hips back against his hand.]

You're the only one I would do this with...anyway...

[It's hard to pretend he's not affected by the hunger in Izumi's voice and in his touch—even if it's against his better judgment, Sandalphon loves it when he gets possessive like this. But giving in this early isn't any fun...]

I'm glad to hear that.

[ there's a bit of fondness in izumi's voice when he said it, as he gently strokes his boyfriend's thigh. just seeing sandalphon already this helpless while trying so hard not to give in so easily... it's a great turn-on for him, and he's this close to ravaging him on this very table as well.

but izumi wants to try something different this time. there's the familiar sound of unzipping as he takes out his cock, already rock-hard from all the teasing, and replaces the thumb in his hole with it, poking and prodding at it. ]

Hah, you... you want me to put it in so badly right now, hm? [ he presses sandalphon's ass together around his cock and starts with slow, steady thrusts, testing the waters. ] Fuck, ahh, you feel so good like this already...

Don't just think about yourself...!

[This feels good, but in a decidedly neglectful way. And the angle that Izumi's got him bent over at makes it difficult to turn around to see that beautiful face marred with depravity, too...]

Don't...just use me to get yourself off, I...

[He's still, after all this time, far too prideful to beg. But this is as close as he's come to it.]

I thought... I can do whatever to you. You're my maid, remember...?

[ izumi shifts, tucking his dick between sandalphon's luscious thighs instead and continues to thrust at a leisurely pace. ah, fuck, the friction here is just as heavenly, he can't help himself but move a little faster as he locks sandalphon's arms behind his back, effectively trapping him in place. so no, sandalphon isn't allowed to see his depraved face just yet.

but he'll throw his helpless boyfriend a bone and he leans in, his breath tickling his ear. ]

Mm, I want to make a mess out of you. So that everyone... everyone will know who you belong to.

[Sandalphon whimpers and squeezes his thighs together, trying to angle his hips so that Izumi's cock rubs against his own, rocking them back to meet his thrusts. He wants to be touched so badly, even more now that Izumi won't even put it inside him...]

When did I...say I would be...your—this is...just a—!

[He can barely complete his thoughts, but he's trying to argue regardless. Izumi is about the only person he'd ever let see him surrender, but that doesn't mean he'll do it easily...]

Y-you...Izumi, you...

[On the other hand, Izumi's very good at teasing, and it's only a matter of time.]

Hah... Yes, say my name, just like that...

[ izumi's completely lost it, especially with sandalphon's velvet thighs squeezing around his cock as he goes faster. the friction is so addicting and he's just - so close, and he wants sandalphon to scream along with him too, so his hand travels down to grope at his boyfriend's clothed dick, stroking it through the fabric. ]

Ah, fuck, I-- I love this so much, I love you...

[ well. he didn't mean to let that slip out, but there he is. ]

Izumi...

[Sandalphon sobs in relief as Izumi finally wraps those slender fingers around his aching cock. The smooth mesh of the tights gives it a feeling he's never experienced before, and it's wonderful.]

You as well...I love...I love you, Izumi...

[The warmth in his chest as he receives and returns such affectionate words is much different from the fire burning beneath his stomach, but it's no less pleasant. To be wanted, desired, loved, even when all he's doing is trying on a different outfit than what he would normally wear...

It makes him so happy he almost feels like he doesn't deserve it.

Sandalphon is a mess, cheek pressed against the table and panting aloud, barely bothering to suppress his gasps and moans as Izumi strokes him toward his climax, and it isn't much longer until he spills into his boyfriend's hand. His body wants to go limp in the afterglow, but he still stubbornly pushes back against Izumi's hips, thighs squeezed together, eager to eke out the same response from him even as his legs want to buckle beneath him.]

[ it doesn't take long for izumi to come right after sandalphon, especially after hearing the way his name leave his boyfriend's mouth. he spills all over his inner thighs, and even the inside of the maid outfit's skirt - it's just a mess overall, but he did warn sandalphon in advance, so.

he's going to bask in the afterglow with him, his breathing slowing down on the other's ear. mmm. ]

...Well, at least you won't have to wear this anymore.

[ he says as he places a kiss on sandalphon's cheek. mission accomplished. ]

( catchall ) even now i still dream of you

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