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Ever since they started dating, Teru had been saving up money. It hadn’t really been intentional at first, just a few yen here and there. But then one day, he’d been browsing the internet, and it had occured to him that he’d saved up quite a bit.
Then he’d taken the plunge and made a purchase he’d never even considered before. It was total coincidence. Total, utter coincidence that he’d stumbled on the outfit.
It was also at least fifty percent Mob’s fault. It turned out that, when Teru and he started dating, he’d started to like wearing skirts as much as Teru liked seeing him in them. He’d actually gotten hard when he’d worn the panties Teru had talked him into getting, even before Teru had touched him. It had been something of a revelation.
So Teru had given in to momentary weakness and bought the thing. But now that he was staring at it in his hands. Red and white fabric (not nearly as much as there should be). Exactly how had he planned on bringing this up with Mob, again?
The sound of his door opening very abruptly brought an end to his internal struggle. Teru’s head shot up, his eyes wide as he tried to stifle the urge to hide the outfit behind his back guiltily. He had nothing at all to feel guilty over; hell, he’d bought Mob a present!
By the time Mob’s quiet voice came around the corner, “Teru?” His heartbeat was almost back to normal.
“I’m in my room!” Teru called back. It took conscious effort to relax his hands from their tight grip, but the sight of Mob’s face had him smiling effortlessly as always.
“Thanks for having me over again,” said Mob.
“You know you’re always welcome here.” Teru dropped the fabric back in its newly-opened box, then patted the bed beside him. “Did you have anything you wanted to do? I already ate, but I can make you something really quick.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mob shook his head “No, I ate too.” Was it Teru’s imagination, or was he blushing lightly?
Before Teru could ask, Mob was peering over his shoulder at the open box. Teru fought not to break out in a cold sweat. He lost. “What’s in there?” Mob asked, all innocent curiosity.
“It’s a, um,” Teru swallowed hard. “It’s a gift to you, sort of. Here.”
He handed over the entire box, unwilling to actually unfold it in front of Mob. His cute boyfriend pulled out the shirt first, and looked puzzled. “You bought a gym uniform?”
Now it was Teru’s turn to flush. “Not exactly,” he replied, gesturing at what remained in the box.
Mob stared down, uncomprehending for a split second. Then his eyes were widening the tiniest fraction, a movement that someone less familiar with him might’ve missed. “Oh,” he breathed.
The bloomers looked even smaller next to Mob’s body, like they’d be practically painted on when (if) he wore them. Teru was practically holding his breath with anticipation, but then Mob’s head shot up. They locked eyes, and Mob licked his lips enticingly.
“I’ll get changed in the bathroom.” Mob was halfway to standing before Teru caught his hand, eyes wide.
Working hard to keep his tone even, Teru said, “Already? We could just hang out for a while first.”
Those pretty, dark eyes couldn’t seem to meet Teru’s gaze. “I want to.” He sounded flat, and not in the usual way. This was more determined. “It’s… why I came over in the first place.”
Teru’s stomach was feeling funny in a way that had very little to do with nerves and everything to do with what Mob was implying. “You came over because you were sexually frustrated?” Mob still didn’t look at him, but his nod spoke volumes.
He was so shocked that he released Mob’s wrist, and allowed him to dart to the bathroom. Mob, who looked so sweet and innocent. Mob, who it took so long to work up. Mob, who would come with the most gentle touches.
Mob who apparently got sexually frustrated at 7:00 PM in the middle of the week and asked for a last minute sleepover. Mob who had somehow convinced his parents to agree (or had snuck out) and had showed up at Teru’s door. Mob who hadn’t masturbated for relief like a normal person, but had decided to come to his boyfriend.
Who was currently in his bathroom, changing into a brand new outfit Teru hadn’t even gotten a chance to wash yet. Teru didn’t know if he should be ecstatic or incredulous. He had sort of hit a middle-ground of lightheadedness.
Which was why he was only just formulating a plan when Mob came back out, tugging the shirt down over his front shyly. And he definitely needed to, because the buldge in the front was very obvious. Almost too obvious.
God, Mob wasn’t wearing any underwear, was he? If Teru hadn’t shorted out already, he definitely did then.
A small smile blossomed on Mob’s face when he saw Teru cover his face. It was a sign that Teru was deeply embarrassed and turned on, and they both knew it. “It’s not fair,” Teru complained. “How do you look so good so easily?”
“It’s a talent,” said Mob. He had a way of being oddly confident that came off as simply candid. Teru loved it.
Sitting down, Mob leaned in to kiss Teru lightly. His lips were soft as always, and Teru spared a panicked thought for chapstick before he remembered that Mob wouldn’t mind much either way. He leaned into the kiss for a moment, but then pushed on Mob’s shoulders lightly. His plan might be embarrassing and tentative, but it was still a plan.
“Hey, um,” Teru opened his eyes to the sight of Mob licking his lips. Jesus fuck. “Mob, do you want to do something? Something that’ll make it easier, if you get frustrated again.”
His pink mouth stayed slack for a moment, as if he wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss Teru again. Then the words registered, and a flicker of interest crossed Mob’s face. “Something that’ll make frustration easier?”
“Yeah.” Teru reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “We could maybe take some pictures? If you, ah, want to.” He didn’t feel half as confident as he sounded, but Teru was a pretty good actor, in his personal opinion.
If not enthusiastic, Mob at least looked intrigued. “Okay, we can try that. Do you want to take pictures first, Teruki?”
Yes, definitely, please I’ll beg. “Sure. Do you want to, um, lie on the bed?”
Instead of replying Mob simply did it, then blinked up at Teruki. He wasn’t in a seductive pose, but Teruki’s mouth already felt dry. Mob was just going to let Teru order him around, wasn’t he? Okay, Teru needed to not let the power go to his head.
“P-put your hands up by your head,” he said. “I’ll just…” Reaching out with his free hand, Teru mussed Mob’s hair. And then, heart in his throat, he reached for the hem of Mob’s shirt and pushed it up to expose his soft tummy and one of his pink nipples.
Through it all, Mob lay obediently. The only sound he made was a quiet, hitched breath when Teru’s fingers briefly brushed his belly. His eyes got progressively wider as they went, until he was blinking owlishly at the camera the moment Teru turned it on. Then, finally, he spoke, “Are you sure I don’t need to do anything else, Teru?”
“Just--” Teru hesitated, but this wasn’t much to ask, was it? “Just bite your lip.”
And then he was snapping three pictures in quick succession, because Mob looked too delectable to last. It was like Teru had captured the exact moment in time between pushing Mob down and kissing him senseless. And Mob sat obediently still, until Teru was evidently done.
“What should I do next?” Mob asked. And there was some of the eagerness Teru hadn’t dared to hope for, in the way Mob’s fingers were twitching and his eyes were shining.
Trying his hardest not to simply dive into his fantasies, reminding himself that he needed to let Mob take a turn and get some pictures of him at some point, Teru took a deep breath. “Could you, maybe, er, tease your own chest?”
Even though Mob’s hands moved slowly, almost sluggishly, Teru knew what the flush in his cheeks meant. Teru was left watching avidly as Mob cupped his palms around his chest, then rubbed his thumbs over his small nipples. In no time at all they were pebbled, and Teru brought up the camera to take a picture-- then realized he could do even better.
For a moment Mob faltered, and looked like he was going to ask Teru why he hadn’t taken the picture yet. Then he seemed to give an inward shrug (Teru noticed him doing that sometimes, it was so endearing) and simply went back to pinching and tugging.
When Mob’s breathing went shaky and his nipples were puffy from stimulation, Teru finally tapped at the screen. A thin noise of relief spilled from Mob’s mouth at the camera shutter sound, and Teru was almost tempted to take a video. Not yet, though; he had a few more poses he wanted Mob to try, now that he was starting to get hard enough to forget his embarrassment at bossing his boyfriend around.
“On your stomach, please,” Teru reminded himself not to be too demanding at the last possible second. Mob didn’t seem to notice, just turned over immediately, and Teru definitely noticed the little jerk his hips gave when they hit the bed. Looked like Teru wasn’t the only one enjoying himself.
“Um, go up on your knees? Keep your head pressed on the pillow, though.”
In a movement that’s entirely too long and sinuous, Mob did. He looked back over his shoulder with some difficulty, as if he was trying to see the pretty arch of his own spine. His shirt was still riding up, and Teru thought it was a miracle he wasn’t drooling already. “Is this good, Teru?”
”Yes,” Teru choked out. He moved his phone to get different angles, a closeup of Mob’s pert ass and what he thought was called a 3/4 shot. God, the way the bloomers hugged Mob’s pale skin was perfect. “So good, Mob. Okay, okay it’s your turn now.”
If Teru didn’t look away from Mob right this minute, he might come in his pants. And unlike Mob’s cute outfit, he didn’t think seeing a wet stain spread through his jeans would be particularly hot.
So Teru sat back, gave Mob the space to sit back up, and waited while Mob got a considering look on his face. Teru expected Mob to maybe tell him how to pose, like he’d told Mob.
He really, really didn’t expect Mob to nod to himself, and then wave his hand negligently as his powers simply picked Teru up. Teru could feel the power pressing all around him, rearranging him until he was sitting against the headboard, legs spread and knees bent. It was dizzying, the reminder that Mob could easily take him apart.
“Can I?” Mob asked, voice all gentle like he wasn’t crazy powerful. Teru knew his smile was a bit shaky, but he nodded anyway. He trusted Mob, whatever he was planning.
Trust wasn’t enough to keep Teru from squeaking when Mob pulled down his pants, though. He didn’t take them off entirely, just enough to have Teru’s dick out in the air, bobbing and flushed and embarrassing. Teru resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands.
“You look so handsome, Teruki,” Mob said. He took a picture with Teru’s phone the next second, and Teru realized he’d done it just to get the look on Teru’s face after a compliment. Mob was too cute.
Crawling closer, Mob took another picture (this one undeniably focusing on Teru’s dick, which was both embarrassing and hot). Then, when he was so close Teru thought he might get another kiss, he let go of the phone. It took Teru a minute to realize that the phone wasn’t falling to the bed, but instead floating up and to the side.
“What--?” Mob cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
“Don’t worry about it, Teru. Just relax and enjoy this, please.”
Before Teru could think about asking again, Mob had his hand between them, palming at Teru’s dick. “Oh, I,” Teru bucked a bit beneath Mob. “Okay. That sounds, hah, good.”
Gentle and sweet, Mob started kissing down Teru’s neck. The feeling sent warm curls of pleasure down Teru’s spine, and had him looping his arms around Mob’s waist loosely. Mob knew all his sensitive spots, and licked under his chin just to tease him.
Then Mob lowered his hips, and Teru could feel the elastic fabric struggling to contain Mob’s dick. It slid against him, silky and soft, and Mob’s milk-white thighs framed his hips, and Teru needed to close his eyes or else he was going to come right now.
A quiet giggle fell from Mob’s spit-slicked lips, and Teru groaned quietly. Mob was doing this intentionally, riling Teru up unfairly. “Can we get to the g-good part, already?” He asked, trying to sound cool and collected. It didn’t work in the slightest.
“This is already good for me, Teru,” Mob cooed. It was the last straw; Teru could feel something in his mind snap.
All of a sudden he was grabbing Mob’s shoulders, flipping him around in a move that might’ve been augmented with telekinesis. Teru wasn’t sure, and didn’t care. He had Mob on his hands and knees, and with Teru kneeling behind him he had Mob’s butt right in front of him again, and Teru wasn’t about to make the mistake of giving him the reins twice.
Since he’d already given up on controling himself, it was simple for Teru to bury his face in Mob’s ass. The fabric still smelled a bit like the cardboard it’d been shipped in, but Teru didn’t care, just licked until he heard Mob squeak. One of his hands palmed Mob’s cheek, and the other slid down to stroke his own dick.
Teasing Mob through the bloomers was awkward, and Teru got impatient with it fast. Not caring if it made him uncomfortable, Teru yanked the fabric to the side, exposing Mob’s tight little pucker. That way he could properly taste him, and Teru didn’t care if it made him a pervert, he loved the way Mob tasted.
Tiny sounds were coming from Mob, but Teru didn’t pull back to look at his face. He was too entranced by the way Mob’s hips shifted against his tongue every time he licked around his hole. Teru couldn’t believe they hadn’t done this sooner.
Following the example of every filthy video he’d ever seen, Teru dipped his tongue into Mob’s ass. It was dirty, and he probably should’ve been disgusted, but he was too preoccupied with Mob’s mewling and begging, “Teru, T-Teru, more, please!”
Teru wasn’t entirely sure what more to do, though. His attention was already divided between his mouth on Mob and his hand on himself, and the pleasure was making it so hard to concentrate. But then his chin bumped between Mob’s legs, and he got another of his ideas.
With careful fingers, Teru moved the fabric of Mob’s bloomers again. His balls nearly popped out of the tight fabric, they were so small and drawn up so close to Mob’s body. Teru could feel his mouth watering. Mob spread his thighs wider, probably to alleviate the feeling of fabric being bunched against one thigh, but it only made the view better.
“I love you, Mob,” Teru said, and then dove back in before Mob could respond. He sucked one of Mob’s balls into his mouth, the pressure enough to make Mob cry out and shake.
”Nnnh, Teru,” Mob was nearly humping back into Teru’s face at this point. It was fantastic, and Teru loved the feeling of his boyfriend coming apart under his tongue. Any minute now--
Sure enough, Mob cried out and came suddenly. And Teru didn’t care if he wasn’t as loud or unreserved as a porno actor-- Mob was his, and he was the only one who got to hear those sounds. The thought drove Teru over the edge too, and at the very last second he sat up and aimed his cock so white come splattered over Mob’s thighs.
They were both panting, excitement winding down and leaving their lanky limbs trembling. Teru jumped when he heard a sudden clatter behind him, and abruptly remembered his phone.
“Mob, were you…?” Teru crawled away from him, to the edge of the bed, and leaned over to make sure his phone wasn’t shattered.
Abruptly, a hand came down and snuck a light touch to his butt. Teru blinked hard in surprise, turning his head to look at Mob. There was a tiny smile on his lips, coy and precious. “I got pictures of the whole thing, I think,” he said. “We should look at them together.”
“Yeah,” Teru smiled back. Then licked his lips, because ohh, he’d enjoy picking which pictures to send to Mob later. “Yeah, let’s do that.”