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]

[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.]