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fannish_nan) wrote2008-03-05 01:51 am
fannish_nan) wrote2008-03-05 01:51 am
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Fanfiction - Princess Princess (Yuujirou/Tooru)
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porn_battle, round two. :D
Against the Makeup Counter, Yuujirou/Tooru, R. Written for myself (hahaha); I requested
Princess Princess, Yuujirou/Tooru, corsets and garters.
The fabric was tight against his waist, pushing inward and creating the illusion of curves, a more girlish figure. Tooru stared at himself in the mirror, unconsciously stroking the corset. It looked….alright, he had to admit, and the garter peaking out from beneath the short skirt added to the scene, but Tooru couldn’t help but feel ridiculous in the getup. It wasn’t as sweet as the other clothes they’d worn before; while those had been the outfits of a princess, of a girl of high standard, this looked more like the attire a girl of loose morals would wear.
Tooru was drawn from his thoughts from the door opening behind him, the creak echoing in the quiet of the dressing room. Tooru glanced back and saw Yuujirou standing in the doorway, staring at him.
“Oh!” Tooru looked down, fingering the short skirt. “I didn’t know you were going to be here,” he said, glancing in the mirror at Yuujirou and flushing, before looking down again, staring at the makeup counter. “I know, it doesn’t look that great,” he said awkwardly. “But I saw Nadashou working on it this afternoon and thought that I might try it on.” He chanced a glance at the mirror again and gasped; Yuujirou was much closer, standing right beside him, and his expression…
“Yuujirou…?” Tooru said, turning around and coming face-to-face with him. “Are…are you okay?”
“How can you think it doesn’t look good?” Yuujirou’s voice was strained and his eyes were very dark.
“Wha-” Tooru’s question was cut off when Yuujirou lunged forward, crushing his lips against his, hands immediately going to Tooru’s waist and lifting him onto the counter. Spreading Tooru’s legs, Yuujirou stepped closer, bringing their hips together in intimate contact.
Tooru’s head cracked against the mirror as he was pushed back and Yuujirou was humping in between his thighs. Tooru moaned and shifted, pushing the skirt higher up his thighs so that he could feel Yuujirou better, feel their cocks rub together, already hard and wet, as teenage boys should be.
Yuujirou pulled away from Tooru’s mouth and moaned low against his neck, touching and stroking the corset stretched tight over Tooru’s thigh. Clawing at his hair, Tooru jerked at it, bringing Yuujirou’s face back up for another kiss, this one faster, more frantic, all tongue and teeth and pleasure and pain even as their hips thrust together faster, faster-
And they came together, arms locked around each other frantically before slumping back against the mirror, panting into each others’ ear.
“You…you look great,” Yuujirou said finally and Tooru chuckled, combing through his hair gently as if to make up for it’s treatment only moments before.
“Thanks,” he murmured. “But next time, you can wear it.”
porn_battle, round two. :D Against the Makeup Counter, Yuujirou/Tooru, R. Written for myself (hahaha); I requested
Princess Princess, Yuujirou/Tooru, corsets and garters.
The fabric was tight against his waist, pushing inward and creating the illusion of curves, a more girlish figure. Tooru stared at himself in the mirror, unconsciously stroking the corset. It looked….alright, he had to admit, and the garter peaking out from beneath the short skirt added to the scene, but Tooru couldn’t help but feel ridiculous in the getup. It wasn’t as sweet as the other clothes they’d worn before; while those had been the outfits of a princess, of a girl of high standard, this looked more like the attire a girl of loose morals would wear.
Tooru was drawn from his thoughts from the door opening behind him, the creak echoing in the quiet of the dressing room. Tooru glanced back and saw Yuujirou standing in the doorway, staring at him.
“Oh!” Tooru looked down, fingering the short skirt. “I didn’t know you were going to be here,” he said, glancing in the mirror at Yuujirou and flushing, before looking down again, staring at the makeup counter. “I know, it doesn’t look that great,” he said awkwardly. “But I saw Nadashou working on it this afternoon and thought that I might try it on.” He chanced a glance at the mirror again and gasped; Yuujirou was much closer, standing right beside him, and his expression…
“Yuujirou…?” Tooru said, turning around and coming face-to-face with him. “Are…are you okay?”
“How can you think it doesn’t look good?” Yuujirou’s voice was strained and his eyes were very dark.
“Wha-” Tooru’s question was cut off when Yuujirou lunged forward, crushing his lips against his, hands immediately going to Tooru’s waist and lifting him onto the counter. Spreading Tooru’s legs, Yuujirou stepped closer, bringing their hips together in intimate contact.
Tooru’s head cracked against the mirror as he was pushed back and Yuujirou was humping in between his thighs. Tooru moaned and shifted, pushing the skirt higher up his thighs so that he could feel Yuujirou better, feel their cocks rub together, already hard and wet, as teenage boys should be.
Yuujirou pulled away from Tooru’s mouth and moaned low against his neck, touching and stroking the corset stretched tight over Tooru’s thigh. Clawing at his hair, Tooru jerked at it, bringing Yuujirou’s face back up for another kiss, this one faster, more frantic, all tongue and teeth and pleasure and pain even as their hips thrust together faster, faster-
And they came together, arms locked around each other frantically before slumping back against the mirror, panting into each others’ ear.
“You…you look great,” Yuujirou said finally and Tooru chuckled, combing through his hair gently as if to make up for it’s treatment only moments before.
“Thanks,” he murmured. “But next time, you can wear it.”