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“Hey, Oogami? I’m a bit… confused by this outfit.”
“Eh?” They were just trying on the outfits for the new set. It couldn’t be that difficult, could it? Pausing in the middle of buttoning his pants, Koga looked over to Adonis. “It’s just a tank top and jacket, it can’t be—”
Oh.
Adonis was squeezed into a sparkly black dress that tightly hugged the curves of his toned body, leaving very little to the imagination. The rest of Koga’s sentence died on his tongue, along with nearly every coherent thought in his head.
Finally, he managed to pull himself together enough to state the obvious. “…Why the fuck are ya in a dress?”
“I believe there may have been a mix-up…” Adonis frowned at his reflection as he inspected himself in the practice room mirror.
“What's in the other box?” Koga pointed to Adonis’ feet, where lay two white, rectangular boxes: one opened and rifled through, and the other still neatly closed.
“Ah, I haven’t checked that one.” He turned and bent over to retrieve it, and together he and Koga quickly discovered that the dress was definitely too short. As soon as he felt the breeze on his back end, he opted to squat instead.
A million thoughts raced through Koga’s mind at the brief wardrobe malfunction, and none were appropriate.
“Hm. This one looks right.” He held up the contents of the other box, which mirrored the outfit Koga currently wore.
“Did that shitty old vampire say what the third box was for?” Deciding to ignore the very much distracting heat in the pit of his stomach, Koga redirected to picking up the lid of the dress’ box. It was simply labeled Stage.
“Mm. I asked why there was an extra box. He said it may be a special outfit for me since it’s my center set.”
Koga spent a moment looking between the box and his boyfriend, eyebrows furrowed. Of course that dumb old man would play a joke like that, giving Adonis a dress to try on. But, he wondered, what exactly was the dress for?
Defeated, he simply shook his head. “Seriously, I can’t believe ya managed to get this thing on. Whoever it’s meant for, it definitely ain’t you.”
“About that…” Adonis looked down, somewhat abashedly. “Could you, ah… maybe help me take it off?”
Well, shit, he didn’t have to ask twice. “Damn, ya should’ve given up if it was that hard to put on, y’know?” He couldn’t help but press a kiss to Adonis’ forehead, as an admission to how much he loved the stubborn fool of a man.
He took a step back to evaluate the situation. The first obvious step was to remove the frilly sleeve thing on his shoulder, which should have been easy enough.
Except this was his boyfriend, and the way the dress hugged his sculpted form was simply delectable. Adonis, the Greek god of beauty, couldn’t have been a more appropriate namesake for him. And while his divine body was far from unfamiliar to Koga, the way the outfit complimented it was a true sight to behold.
He’ll admit that his gloved hand lingered a bit longer than necessary as he ran it down Adonis’ shoulder, pulling the sleeve with it. He could feel his face heating, and with the way Adonis gazed down at him with those deep lilac eyes, he had definitely picked up on Koga’s interest.
“Do you like it?” Adonis asked.
Koga tried to play it cool and clueless. “Eh?”
“The dress.” He said it simply, but Koga was no fool to his intent.
He sputtered, face hot as a kettle. Every word fizzled out on his tongue in his attempts to form a coherent response. “I-I mean…”
With a contrasting coolness, Adonis took both hands in his and placed them on his hips. When Koga shot him a panicked and confused look, he replied casually, “It needs to be pulled up from the bottom.”
Right. Of course.
He ran his hands down the fabric’s velvety surface until he reached the bottom edge. His heart raced as he realized Adonis was straining against the tight garment, clearly having similarly less-than-appropriate thoughts about the situation.
He looked up to Adonis for approval, who simply smiled down at him.
Hooking his thumbs under the hem, he pulled the dress upward, not at all unaware of the way his hands grazed the smooth skin of Adonis’ upper thighs. He supposed it shouldn’t have shocked him considering the breach earlier, but what he found instead of boxers underneath stopped him in his tracks.
Was that… a thong?
“It was included in the box,” he explained in response to Koga’s gawking. Damn that stupid fucking vampire. How far do you need to go for a prank?! “It doesn’t have to stay on.”
“I thought I was just helping ya take off the dress…” he mumbled with feigned annoyance, as though that wasn’t the best fucking idea he’d heard all day.
“Mm. But you can help with more, if you want.” To emphasize his point, Adonis gently redirected one of Koga’s hands to his ass.
Well, he wasn’t going to turn that opportunity down. He gave it a good squeeze, admiring how supple yet firm it was. It was a part of Adonis he rarely got to explore, and as a dedicated cartographer of his body, he made sure to study it quite efficiently, bringing his other hand in on the task as well.
Koga only separated briefly to strip off his gloves, annoyed with the unnecessary barrier they posed. He shrugged off the heavy jacket too while he had the chance, making sure to treat it with some care as he set it down on the floor.
Adonis, infinitely patient, waited for his boyfriend’s attention to return before pulling him in for a kiss. The way it was paradoxically gentle and firm was so, so familiar, but it still made Koga’s chest flutter just like it had when he had first become acquainted with Adonis’ touch.
Koga’s moan reverberated into their embrace as Adonis worked his way inside his mouth with fervor. The teddy bear of a man could truly be as forceful as a grizzly when he wanted to be. It had caught Koga off guard during their first time, but now he looked forward to these moments when Adonis lost himself to passion.
Adonis, too, had a mission to map Koga’s body and wasted no time getting up under his tank top and binder, retracing his steps as he had a thousand times across the hills and valleys of his form. They soon joined his other discarded articles of clothing, giving Adonis easy access to pepper kisses across his chest, which yielded to nibbles, and soon to bites. It was a simple formula to render Koga into putty, and it never failed.
“I have an idea,” he murmured, voice low and grizzly.
“Y-yeah?” Koga held onto Adonis’ waist for dear life, trying to stabilize himself as he attempted to catch his breath.
With a gentleness as though he hadn’t just sunk his teeth into him, he turned Koga to face the practice room mirror. Staring back at them was a composed Adonis in a very sexy dress, with a flushed, sweaty Koga clinging to him pathetically. His reflection’s eyes widened in tandem as he realized where this was going.
“It would be easier to see the dress,” Adonis pointed out, as though the idea needed any justification. “Would that be okay?”
Koga opened his mouth, then shut it, opting for a simple nod instead. Yeah, it sounded way more than okay.
Adonis smiled, satisfied with the answer. “One moment.”
He earned a whine of disappointment as he parted, crouching (not bending, as he had earlier learned) to dig through his bag. After a moment to him and a millennium to Koga, he returned with a condom, a small packet of lube, and a water bottle, the latter of which he handed off to him.
He hadn’t realized how dry his mouth had become until he’d guzzled nearly half the bottle. “Ya keep that shit in your bag?”
“Mm. I like to be prepared.” To punctuate his sentence, Adonis pulled him in by the waist and pressed a kiss to his lips. He broke off disappointingly quickly, but understandably, as to take the remaining water from Koga’s hand and finish it off.
Annoyed with the rising trend of Adonis not touching him, Koga was quick to yank him back into an embrace as soon as he set the bottle and supplies down. He ate up Adonis’ sound of surprise with a sloppy kiss, reminding him with clattering teeth that he was still a wolf, and would take what he wanted with claws bared.
But Adonis was a bear, and a mighty one at that. It took him no time to regain control of the kiss, knowing all too well that his boyfriend was all bark and no bite. After all, the cat and mouse game was superficial; if Adonis wanted to eat him whole, Koga would lay himself out on a silver platter.
Once the wolf had been sufficiently tamed, Adonis broke off to guide his boyfriend into a new position, turning him by the hips so his back was against his chest. Before he could start whining again, Adonis tilted his head back with a firm hand under his chin and recaptured his lips, the odd angle making it all the more sloppy.
That hand soon began to migrate, running down the pounding pulse-point of Koga’s neck, down his collarbone and breast, until finding its destination at his nipple. Adonis rolled it between his fingers, releasing the kiss only to relish the little sounds he made.
In tandem, the other hand roamed his lower half with non-committal, teasing touches. Fingertips experimentally circled the sensitive skin of his stomach and hips, occasionally dipping just below his waistband, but retreating before ever getting too close to where Koga wanted them.
He whimpered and whined impatiently, taking Adonis’ disobedient arm into his hand to try and redirect it downwards. His responding chuckle reverberated through him, spreading a fuzzy warmth through his very veins.
But it worked, because finally Adonis hooked his thumb under his waistband and gave it a tug. Koga was eager enough to help, and slipped his pants and boxers off in one go, kicking them off to the side.
Still, though he was right there for his taking, bare and vulnerable, it wasn’t yet time for Adonis to give in. After all, his neck was at the perfect angle to capture with his mouth, and capture it he did. It started with innocent, open-mouthed kisses under his jawline, but as he moved down towards his shoulder, he began sucking reddish-purple marks into the skin.
And god, Koga loved it, but he was also on fire, and the billowing smoke was clouding up his mind with one desire and one desire only. He pawed at Adonis’ forearm again, whining like a dog begging for scraps.
Oh, how he felt like the luckiest man in the world when Adonis finally obliged him, fingertips brushing against his sex. Yet victory was short-lived, because it was very much not enough, like a drop of water on a parched tongue.
Experimentally, Adonis dipped a finger inside and found no resistance to entry, as expected. Koga had certainly done a terrible job of hiding his body’s best secrets, because Adonis knew exactly where to go to unravel him, and went straight for it.
And suddenly, it was all too much.
“Shit, Adonis!” With nothing to grab, his knees nearly buckled, save for the strong arm steeled across his chest. An apology was mumbled and a kiss pressed to his neck to ask for forgiveness.
Then Adonis retracted his hand, and he immediately regretted saying anything. He changed his mind once he was being pushed to the floor on his hands and knees.
He raised his eyes to his reflection, and staring back was his pathetic self, prone and vulnerable against the laminate practice room flooring. A hot wave of shame flooded through him, settling uncomfortably in his stomach. Yet, try as he might to wriggle and writhe, Adonis’ palm on his back was firm.
“This okay?” Of course Adonis would say something about Koga’s discomfort; he was nothing if not a careful man.
Koga simply grunted, his way of saying, “yes, but I won’t admit it.”
So, with a hum, Adonis retracted his hand to prepare the lubricant. Koga watched his reflection as he worked, tearing the packet open with his teeth and carefully drizzling its contents over his fingers.
He winced at the gross coldness of it as Adonis pushed his finger back in, but his skillful movements made him quickly forget any sensations of discomfort. The prep was easy with how eager Koga was, and soon a second and third finger had been worked in, pumping just fast enough to make his elbows tremble as he tried to hold himself up.
Then, the sensation was gone, leaving him cold and empty. Koga looked up to the mirror again, impatiently wanting to know what the damn hold-up was.
He had blessed timing, because he managed to catch Adonis just as he slipped off the thong, pulling up the dress just below his belly and allowing his cock to spring free. Adonis had always seemed like the sort of guy to have a big dick, but that still didn’t make it any less shocking to see, no matter how familiar it was by this point.
Adonis’ reflection smiled at him as he worked the condom on. “Enjoying yourself?”
Another grunt. He chuckled.
He knelt behind Koga and pulled his hips upwards, lining himself up. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?” As Koga needed a reminder; he said that every time.
“Just fuck me, would ya?” He mumbled.
Adonis slipped himself inside slowly, making sure to watch for any cues of discomfort. He’d done well, because it was an easy fit that left Koga breathless.
“Good?”
“Mm.”
That was all Adonis needed to hear. He all but slammed into Koga on the next thrust, using his hands to pull his hips into him and bury himself deeper yet. Koga cried out, his voice reverberating off the practice room walls as it had a mere half-hour prior when they were actually practicing.
Adonis had learned the exact pace to drive him mad, and he worked up to it quickly. Try as Koga did to keep himself up, his arms were no match for the brutal pace and dizzying pleasure, and his elbows gave out. He buried his face in the crook of his arm, trying to muffle some of the embarrassing sounds he was making.
He only got a second out of that position before Adonis pulled his head up with a fistfull of his hair. “Watch,” he instructed.
And oh, watch he did. He watched the way the ruffles in the dress bounced with each thrust, the way Adonis’ fingers dug into his hip hard enough to surely leave bruises, the way his arms flexed as he held him in position, the way the sweat beaded on his brow and dripped down his pleasure twisted face.
He watched as Adonis fucked him, beet-red and flush-faced, pinned to the ground with his head forced upwards, and used him like an animal.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and the deep, dark honey of Adonis’ eyes was enough to push him over the edge.
He nearly sobbed as he came, hands scrambling with no purchase at the smooth floor beneath him. The way he contracted around Adonis’ length was enough to draw a small sound from the quiet man, but he showed no intent on slowing down. With the same unrelenting pace, he fucked him through each wave of orgasm until the oversimulation left him writhing, and then some.
He felt momentary relief when Adonis released his scalp, allowing him to rest his head against the floor. Then, he realized the sole reason for this was so he could hold his hips with both hands, allowing him to fuck him impossibly harder yet, and he thought for a moment that he may die here and now.
“Aah, Adonis—!” By this point, the overstimulation had given way to pleasure once more, and he swore he was getting close again.
Adonis moaning was a rare sound that was somehow more heavenly than his singing, and the one he let out as he came with stuttering hips was no exception. Koga followed soon after with a pitchy sound that was far less graceful.
Then, it was quiet.
They both sat there a moment, breathless and blissed-out, until Adonis finally removed himself and tied off the condom.
The beast satiated, Adonis was back to his usual teddy-bear self. He pulled Koga into his lap and cradled him against his chest, pressing chaste kisses to his forehead. As though apologizing for treating his scalp so roughly earlier, he stroked Koga’s hair, pushing the sweaty strands out of his face to make space for more kisses.
Finally, Koga broke the tranquil silence. “The mannequin.”
Adonis paused. “Huh?”
Suddenly, Koga was absolutely dying of laughter, to Adonis’ bewilderment. “The dress. It’s for that fucking mannequin.”
“…Ah.”