Dress Up Meme

[sassybird]

Rules:

♢ Post a top level with the character name and canon

♢ Reply to others, with your character dressing them up for whatever reason. Scenarios are available if you can't think up one yourself.

♢ ???

♢ Profit

Scenarios:

1 ♢ Bet - Congrats, you've lost a bet, and that means letting the other person dress you up. Fingers crossed that they're merciful.

2 ♢ Kink - That's right. Whether uniform, costume, or very liberal ideas of what constitutes an outfit and not 'public indecency', you've convinced this poor sod into letting you play dress up with them.

3 ♢ Incognito - This time, it's all work. Really. That's your excuse, and you're sticking to it.

4 ♢ Halloween - Whether you're actually trick or treating or you're just attending some sort of costume party, you're the one in charge of costumes tonight.


Need ideas for clothings? Yes, here.

Comments

[possedere]

[My, my, how ambitious Chikusa was. That meant Mukuro would do his best to have him cum until he was dry, so he settled down for the long haul, deciding he'd have him cum like this and then Mukuro would fuck him. Or maybe not, depending on how obedient Chikusa was when it came to making noise for him.

He set a lazy pace, bobbing his head up and down Chikusa's length slowly, letting the pleasure start to build up, before bothering to add a second finger, keeping track of how close Chikusa was.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Less ambition, more an inability to not go straight ahead as hard as possible, pushing his body as far as it could go. Usually, he reserved such things for Mukuro's objectives...]

[But his entertainment would do just as well.]

[He couldn't be surprised when Mukuro went slowly, teasing him when he'd asked for the opposite, and Chikusa's breath shook as he squirmed beneath him. The pleasure gathered slowly, warming his veins and curling through his nerves. Such a sedate process, he had enough control to push himself up by his elbows to watch. The curve of Mukuro's eyelashes against his skin, the smug satisfied tilt of his mouth around his cock- Chikusa's hips jerked at the next intrusion inside of him.]

Mukuro-sama. [A quake in his words, but he holds them together.] Faster... Please.

[His throat closes up with that final word, still so clumsy with his begging.]

[possedere]

[Now that was somewhat more acceptable, Mukuro complying with that request for now, fingers plunging into Chikusa deeper and more quickly than before, not enough to bring him off just yet, but enough to make the burn of pleasure spread more rapidly. To help, he started bobbing his head faster, in time with his fingers, flicking his gaze up to look at Chikusa's flushed face.

There was pleasure in this too, in the weight of him on his tongue and the feeling of the other boy's body around his fingers. Some days it was hard to keep the boundaries of their flesh separate, since Mukuro had used Chikusa's almost as much as he had used his own. It didn't mean that the lessons he'd learned while in Chikusa's body had been forgotten, and Mukuro started to scissor his fingers, before adding a third.]

[kokuyoyo]

[It was exactly what he had asked for, the grind of flesh in his own speeding and filling his body until it was nothing but heat. Yet that seemed to be a problem in its own way, teasing him and not letting him tumble over the edge. The part of Chikusa's mind not strangled by pleasure noted this was probably on purpose, before the thought was washed away by his body stretching to accommodate movement, another intrusion.]

[It dragged out another groan out of him, fighting to leave from between clenched teeth, and that give alone made him shudder. An attempt to say the other's name only resulted in a strangled noise, his hips jerking into his mouth at a moment's loss of control.]

[possedere]

[That noise was nice, but Mukuro was greedy to hear more, and while there was the very real temptation to fuck Chikusa until he couldn't think, Mukuro would settle with using his fingers and mouth for now. The other boy had foolishly promised he would last as long as Mukuro wished.

He quickened his pace, no longer shy about thrusting his fingers against Chikusa's prostate, mouth making obscene noises as he sucked and lavished attention onto Chikusa's cock.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So much- too much, the force of Mukuro-sama's mouth tugging at him and the direct hits to his insides were enough to shatter through Chikusa's usually stalwart composure.]

[What started as restrained squirms and twitches fell apart easily, and Chikusa arched his back sharply. There wasn't any way for his fingers to hide the sharp cry that came tumbling out.]

Mukuro... sama. I'm-!

[possedere]

[Those cries were enough to have Mukuro redoubling his efforts, sliding his mouth down all the way to the base of Chikusa's cock, any gag reflex he'd had long since destroyed. He didn't mind swallowing, especially if he got to hear Chikusa fall apart.

If his mouth wasn't full he would have encouraged him verbally.]

[kokuyoyo]

[And that's it.]

[His entire body, from his fingers digging into the sheets to his arched spine, stiffens from the sudden burst of sensation as he comes. It's a wave of pleasure, wiping his mind clean for that one moment, like the tide erasing writing in sand. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy this in some way- not so much the pleasure as simply being consumed completely.]

[...In more ways than one, admittedly.]

[He's not even aware of the shout he makes, something unintelligible but close to a name, unless he's collapsing against the bed and realizes his throat is sore.]

[possedere]

[Satisfying. Perhaps as much getting off himself, and Mukuro lapped up everything that Chikusa offered, from the noises to his cum, drawing away with a self-satisfied smirk, tongue catching anything he'd missed. He leaned up to nip at the underside of Chikusa's jaw, allowing him a few moments to compose himself before he let his fingers drift along the inside of Chikusa's thigh, toying with the edges of the dress.]

Should I have you change outfits? This one seems soiled.

[kokuyoyo]

[Everything feels so sensitive, even the light touch of Mukuro's hand makes his muscles twitch and shiver. Taking a breath, he pushes himself up onto his elbows with glasses askew.]

Is that not your preference, Mukuro-sama?

[A desperate swallow to try and wet his rough throat.]

[possedere]

[As tempting as it would be to completely soil the dress with filth, it wouldn't be an enjoyable experience for Chikusa for long. Besides, he had already grown bored of this particular dress, rolling onto his stomach so he could grasp underneath the bed and pull out a rather heavy trunk. Clearly Mukuro Rokudo always came prepared.]

How about this or another dress?

[He asked mildly, pressing kisses up Chikusa's thighs as he felt him shiver.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa is the exact opposite of surprised.]

[In fact, he’s so unsurprised that for a moment he doesn’t even react to the appearance of a trunk beneath the bed. He simply pushes himself up lazily and fumbles for the zipper at the back of the dress. At least he’ll only have to focus on the sweat on his skin and not the way the fabric clings.]

[Small blessings.]

The- [Mukuro-sama’s mouth is on him and he shudders, from head to toe.] The first, Mukuro-sama. Please.

[He wants something against his head again, ridiculous as it may seem.]