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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Miyuki_Kazuya, Sawamura_Eijun, Kuramochi_Youichi, Maezono_Kenta, Kawakami
      Norifumi, very_minor_original_characters
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Crossdressing, (Miyuki_in_a_skirt), School
      Uniforms, Semi-Public_Sex, sex_at_school, Desk_Sex, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Humor, Sexual_Humor, It's_like..., really_Fluffy_Sex, OR_IS_IT, sexy
      fluff?, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Teasing, but_Fun_Sex, you_know, guys
      being_dudes, etc._-_Freeform, Happy_2/18_MiSawa_Day!, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, little_bit_of_plot, just_a_little
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-18 Words: 7629
****** A Lark for the Cynical ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Every year at Seidou High School, the third years pulled a prank.
     This year's was spectacular. Somehow, for just one day, the student
     council had managed to get everyone in their class to swap uniforms
     with someone of the opposite gender.
Notes
     Finally wrote me some Aceball fanfic, some MiSawa fanfic, and it's
     the filthiest shit I have ever written. Seriously, talk about some
     NSFW text below here. This kinda started with a_doodle, and now
     it's... Well now it's this. My gift to the fandom for one of the two
     MiSawa days (today, 2/18, and Friday, 2/20).
     Anyways, hope you like it! Hopefully it titillates you in the same
     way Miyuki in a skirt does for Eijun.
See the end of the work for more notes
Every year at Seidou High School, the third years pulled a prank.
Last year, Seidou’s graduating class managed to move all of the desks and
chairs from the classrooms to the lawn. An impressive feat, especially when the
faculty and student body realized the seniors had also managed to mirror the
school’s floor plan. Many agreed that this was one of the best pranks in
Seidou’s history, and Kazuya would agree.
Usually it was someone in the student council that decided what the prank would
be, but Kazuya had an inkling that a certain fox-faced boy with pink hair and a
personality like poison had some say in it. Kazuya tended to think of that
generation as a Golden Age, and there was no one more wicked within it.
As long as the prank was harmless, the faculty merely shook their heads, and
maybe even grinned. There were always a few teachers outraged, but the
tradition was so old at this point that most just shrugged and let the marbles
roll throughout the hallway (which had been the prank three years ago). This
custom usually came about at the beginning of the second semester, before the
weather was too cold or the senior’s schedules were too crazy, though there was
no specific date to keep in mind. The first couple weeks of the semester were
just always a little tense with anticipation for the custodians, and the day
itself never failed to be a surprise.
It was that time of year again. Luckily for the school’s staff, no property was
involved in this year’s prank. The only thing damaged by this prank would
perhaps be the dignity and pride of certain Seidou students in participation.
“...My thighs are rubbing together.”
“It’s cold! And I feel like I keep flashing everyone!!”
“Sitting is kind of awkward…”
“Haha, I don’t know, I don’t think they’re that bad!”
Somehow, for just one day, the student council had managed to get everyone in
their class to swap uniforms with someone of the opposite gender.
The reaction from the rest of the school had been priceless. Most laughed and
got a kick out of it, because not only were the male third years sporting the
typical skirts worn by the females, but the girls wore trousers and blazers. It
had been difficult, admittedly, to find someone relatively the same size to
swap uniforms with. Kazuya had been one of the fortunate ones, forming an
alliance with Homari Kazuki in his class, who was 5’9” and on the volleyball
team.
Others, though, did not have as good of matches. The results became comical as
guys sauntered around in too-tight skirts and blouses while the sight of small
girls in oversized blazers was quite adorable. Some underclassmen even began
mimicking the pranks themselves, once the day began and the third years
inspired them.
Originally, the student council had had some reservations, fearing that the
prank would be too controversial. However, that factor might have just been the
main reason why most teachers kept their mouths shut. Save for a few.
“I can’t teach like this, it’s distracting!”
“But sir, are you suggesting the same uniforms are distracting on a regular
basis?”
“No! Yes! Nevermind!”
Kazuya had laughed when he saw himself in the mirror that morning. Seidou had
always had a very private school atmosphere about it, but wearing the pleated
skirt, polo, knee high socks and oxfords really made him feel like he was going
to play tennis at a country club. Thankfully, it was warm, too, and Kazuya
didn’t have to cover up his legs more than he wanted, which he was sure would
make one particular person in his life very pleased.
First of all, the fact that their boisterous class had managed to keep this
whole prank a secret since its inception was not short of a miracle. It wasn’t
until the previous night that Kazuya finally spilled the beans to anyone.
When Kazuya had informed Eijun of the imminent prank, Eijun had frozen amidst
whatever he had been doing, and his eyes glazed over as his mouth slowly
dropped open. The expression had not been a flattering one, and he had looked
more like an idiot than usual.
“...You’re gonna wear a skirt?”
“Yeah, all the boys will.”
“All day?”
“Yes.”
“...You’re gonna be in a skirt all day?”
“Yes.”
“You especially?”
“All the boys.”
“No but you will be in a skirt all day?”
“Yes!”
“...How short is it?”
Kazuya had knocked him upside the head at that point, but he couldn’t blame
Eijun’s enthusiasm. If Eijun had been the one in drag, Kazuya would have been
pretty damn excited, too. As it was, Kazuya wasn’t sure if he’d send Eijun as
many anxious text messages throughout the morning as Eijun had to him.
Apparently, Eijun had been quite disheartened by not being able to witness
Kazuya first thing in the morning, and bemoaned about it in at least fifteen
text messages that Kazuya was just reading now. He only replied to the latest
one.
    >> r u wearing it
    > yes. haven’t you noticed literally every other guy in my class wearing
them?
    >> send me a pic!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kazuya quickly and stealthily snapped a picture of one his classmates.
    >> NOT OF KURAMOCHI-SENPAI I MEAN OF YOU!!!!!!!!!
    > you should have been more specific!
“Oi, Miyuki! You didn’t just take my picture, did you?”
“No way...!”
Kuramochi’s eyes narrowed at him suspiciously as Kazuya locked his phone and
swayed over with an impossibly innocent grin. Lunch break had finally rolled
around, and people were breaking off into groups. Students mingled with each
other, tittering about people’s reactions from earlier, and how they couldn’t
wait to see other certain people’s faces once they saw.
Lots of girls were taking pictures with their phones, zipping in and out of
classrooms with their friends, getting a shot of everyone important to them.
Some boys shied away from the hooplah while others struck the most absurd
poses.
“This shit’s been riding up on me all day,” Kuramochi muttered grudgingly as he
reached behind him and yanked a bunch of fabric away from his rear. “I should
have just worn boxers, no one would’ve cared! We already look ridiculous.”
“We?” Kazuya smirked, “I look fine, actually. You’re the one with the uniform
two sizes too big. What made you believe you could fit into a basketball
player’s uniform?”
True enough, Kuramochi had traded with a girl from the basketball team, and the
consequences were evident. The blouse sagged in the chest and the skirt cut off
awkwardly at the knees. If he had been wise and self-aware, Kuramochi would
have traded with one of the girls in their class of smaller, equal stature.
Perhaps Kuramochi hadn’t been able to find one of those girls willing to trade
with him. That, or he was perpetually in denial about his height.
Either way, Kazuya had struck a cord, and Kuramochi looked about ready to
murder. At the same time Kuramochi was cracking his knuckles and grumbling
something about “damned pretty boy,” the door to their classroom slid open.
All the current strife between Kazuya and Kuramochi evaporated at the sight of
Maezono standing in the doorway, barely squeezing into his new uniform. They
both broke out into a fit of side-splitting giggles at their teammate’s
expense.
“Z-Z-Zono!! Hahahaha did you trade with a midget?! Ahahaha!!”
“You can s-see w-w-WAY too much!! Hahaha now that’s inappropriate!”
“He’s gonna get us all in trouble! Ahahahaha!”
Zono crossed his arms indignantly, but that did nothing to conceal the muscles
bulging against the tiny uniform. Poor guy, it was pretty warm outside and he
was still wearing a sweater in attempts to look a little more dignified. Then
there was the skirt… there was nothing he could have done about that. It was
too short, and Zono didn’t help his image by exposing his briefs to the world.
One of the girls in their class tisked at the sight. “If my underwear was ever
that visible, I’d be suspended for a month!”
A fierce and definite blush plagued Zono’s face, betraying his attempt at a zen
expression. He approached Kazuya and Kuramochi, muttering “It doesn’t… It
doesn’t fit.”
“Yeah,” Kazuya smirked, “that much is obvious.”
“Why didn’t you find a bigger uniform?!” Kuramochi asked through laughter.
At that, Nori poked his head out from behind Zono. Had he been there the whole
time? Zono was big enough to hide his entirety, so maybe Nori was trying to
hide his own uniform. Either way, he looked very much like a chipmunk hiding
behind a bear. A circus bear, the ones with the tutus.
More importantly, though, Nori appeared to inform them, “He asked Yui-chan
because he has a crush on her, and wanted to smell her clothes.”
Immediately, Zono rounded on the smaller boy with great force while Kazuya and
Kuramochi dissolved into laughter again.
“Hahahahaha that’s so creepy!!”
“Poor girl!! Ahaha I can’t believe she said yes!!”
When they caught their breaths, Kuramochi gestured Nori to come forward.
“Alright, Nori, what about you?”
Red in his round face, Nori sheepishly stepped out from behind Zono.
Surprisingly enough, his uniform fit rather well, though he wore the sweater
vest in a more modest approach. In fact, the attire almost suited him. Kazuya
and Kuramochi exchanged neutral looks.
“Oh.”
“He doesn’t look that bad.”
“Yeah, not at all.”
Nori scratched one of his rosy cheeks. “Th… thanks.”
Meanwhile, Zono commandeered Kuramochi’s desk and tried to make himself as
small as possible. He banged his head against the table. Repeatedly.
“Kaoru-kun traded uniforms with his girlfriend…” he moped, “and they were
taking pictures together this morning… it was so cute… But now!” He
straightened himself, fist in front of him, “We look ridiculous!”
“You two look ridiculous,” Kazuya said, pointing at him and Kuramochi. “Nori
and I look fine.” He smiled reassuringly at Nori, who hesitantly returned it,
but Kuramochi punched him in the arm. “Hey! Maybe you and Kuramochi could swap
uniforms. Yours is too small, his is too big… makes sense, really. It’d be
cute, just like Kaoru-kun and his girlfriend.”
Zono opted to ignore the comment, but Kuramochi punched him again. Kazuya just
fondly shook his head at the whole debacle.
“Man… I love school pranks.”
“Shut up, Miyuki!”
“Hey guys!”
They all looked up, and Tatsuki Homura, chief photographer for the school
yearbook, approached them with her infamous camera.
“Mind if I get your picture?” She asked innocently. The boys’ uniform she had
on fit her pretty well, though the sleeves were long enough to reach her
knuckles. Smiling, she added, “The yearbook editor will have our heads if we
don’t get a picture of the baseball captain and vice captains, you know.”
Both Kazuya and Kuramochi blanched. “Us?”
“The whole team,” she chuckled. “Nori should get in, too!”
He tried to disappear.
Zono put his hand over his face and tried to hide himself. “N… no… I couldn’t…”
“Come on!” She beckoned them, motioning them to move closer together.
Reluctantly, they posed, and Homura got her picture before she moved on with a
“Thanks guys!”
Before she left, she stopped before Nori. He froze, and his eyes went wide. One
could say that Nori had a bit of a crush on Tatsuki Homura.
“Nori!” she beamed at him, “You look really cute!!”
His face quickly turned completely scarlet, and he began to splutter
incoherently. “Uhhhh uh uh uh uh n-n-n-nn-nn-no...!”
Then, however, Homura patted Nori on the head as one would their adoring
younger sibling, and she skipped off. The way Nori’s face fell… Honestly, it
was one of the most depressing things Kazuya had ever witnessed. When Homura
had departed the classroom, Zono and Kuramochi tried to console the wilting
boy.
“That sucks, dude.”
“Seriously.”
“Damn… We’re all gonna be single for the rest of our lives…”
“Um,” Kazuya raised his hand, “I’m not single? I have a boyfriend?”
Zono huffed. “Yeah, but that’s Sawamura, and he doesn’t count!”
Both Kuramochi and Nori nodded, and Kazuya frowned.
As if their thoughts had summoning power, Kazuya then heard an unmistakable
ruckus from the hallway. A series of shouted Excuse me!s and Out of the way
please!s and Coming through!s made their way closer and closer until the doors
to Kazuya’s classroom opened with a clang!
Speak of the devil.
“MIYUKI KAZUYA!!”
Eijun’s eyes honed in on Kazuya so fast it was almost alarming. Upon seeing
Kazuya, and then the skirt, and then Kazuya in the skirt, his eyes lit up in a
way that was both the classic Eijun way and a way that was slightly more
obscene.
Before Kazuya could react, though, Eijun had bounded up to him, grabbed his
hand, and spun him around.
“Whoa!”
The motion caused the pleated skirt to lift and reveal more thigh, which was
probably Eijun’s point. Kazuya might have tripped if Eijun hadn’t anchored him
with their hands linked above Kazuya’s head. After just two twirls, Eijun
released him and stepped back, a thoughtful hand on his chin and an appraising
expression on his face.
How Eijun looked him up and down, fixating on everything from Kazuya’s calves
to his face, didn’t help the dizzy spell that the spinning had caused.
Then, Eijun nodded. “Good.”
Kazuya raised an eyebrow.
“Definitely better than the chair prank. I approve.”
Reaching behind him, Kazuya repeated a newfound habit of consciously securing
the fabric around his waist. Unused to the air down there, he kept feeling like
everyone behind could see… well, everything. “The third year prank isn’t
designed for Sawamura Eijun’s seal of approval, you know.”
Eijun continued to simply stare at him, unabashedly and hungrily. Perhaps
Kazuya would have hit him if he hadn’t known for certain that his job would
surely be done for him.
“SaaaaaWAAAAAMURA!!”
Kuramochi descended upon his junior like a swift hammer of upperclassman
justice.
Right on the nogan.
“Owowow!” Eijun rubbed the back of his head with a pout.
“What do you think you’re doing,” Kuramochi seethed, drilling his heel into
Eijun’s shin, “barging into a third year classroom and causing a commotion?!”
“Kuramochi-senpai!” Eijun yelped and jumped behind Kazuya, using his boyfriend
as a human shield against his roommate. He peered at Kuramochi over Kazuya’s
shoulder. “...I didn’t notice this morning, but yours is kinda big, isn’t it?”
Kazuya snickered as the throbbing vein in Kuramochi’s temple continued to grow.
With a hand mockingly over his lips, Kazuya whispered behind him to Eijun,
purposefully loud enough for Kuramochi to hear. “I don’t think Youichi wore the
proper underwear today. It’s making him grouchier than usual.”
“Then what kind is he wearing?!”
“I can only imagine…”
“... You don’t mean…” Eijun gasped. “Kuramochi-senpai! I had no idea you owned
kinky stuff like that!”
“You’ll have to dig through his drawers tonight to see what else he’s hiding.”
“Do you want me to die?!... Wait, what kind of underwear are you wearing, then?
“You’ll have to find out later.”
“What! Fine. Hmm…” He turned around and noticed Zono and Nori for the first
time. “Wow, everyone really did commit!”
“I told you,” said Kazuya. Nori tried to shrink himself again, and Maezono
grimaced in his best attempts to be intimidating at Eijun. The effect was
nullified with how unflattering his outfit was.
Giving Nori and Zono each an unimpressed once over, Eijun quickly turned back
to Kazuya with a much brighter expression, those big golden eyes of him
shining.
“Not to be bias,” Eijun said with a smile so genuine that one might believe
him, “but I do believe you pull off the look far better than the other senpai.”
“Haha, thanks!” His face felt warm, “You’re not wrong!”
Kazuya couldn’t help the smugness in front of his classmates. He looked good,
if Kazuya said so himself. Which he did, repeatedly, much to their chagrin. The
three other third years glared at him while a wonderful second year praised
him. Well, none of them had a boyfriend quite as excited as Kazuya’s. None of
them had a boyfriend at all. Or a girlfriend, Kazuya thought maliciously,
smiling to himself.
Certainly not one that “counted.”
“Whose idea was this prank anyway?” Eijun asked, looking round and round. “I
wanna… I wanna…!”
“You wanna what?”
“I wanna shake their hand!”
“It’s a class a secret,” said Kazuya, catching Eijun by the elbow to prevent
him from turning around again and inevitably causing a headache for both of
them.
Kuramochi scrunched his nose and shooed them. “If you two are going to be a
couple, you can go somewhere else!”
Eijun regarded him with utmost seriousness. “But Kuramochi-senpai, we’re
already a couple.”
Kazuya rolled his eyes at the tone, but added, in his own malevolent nature,
“Don’t blame him for not understanding that much, Sawamura. He’s never been in
a relationship.”
“Ah, it’s alright, Kuramochi-senpai. You’ll find the right person one day! Hang
in there!”
Now, both Kazuya and Eijun were very aware that separately, they irritated
Kuramochi on a fundamental level. Together, though - as in together - they were
able to catapult him to new heights of rage. Red-faced, steam coming out of his
ears, very loud heights of rage.
“THAT’S IT!! GET OUT! I hate watching you two! You two assholes deserve each
other!”
They were chased out of the classroom, Eijun leading Kazuya by his wrist,
keeping Kazuya between himself and Kuramochi. For safety.
It was just as well, because Kazuya didn’t want people in his classroom
watching them. Obviously, it was no secret that he and Eijun were dating, but
Eijun often had no patience for privacy. He had no qualms with public displays
of affection, a trait made most evident when Kazuya had to literally gag him to
prevent a very proud announcement to their whole team on the morning after they
had had sex for the first time.
Running in a skirt, Kazuya found, was not recommended, and he quickly slowed to
a walk. Eijun, though, continued to drag him along. Along and along, past
crowds of students that paid them no mind, past classroom after classroom, down
a flight of stairs, through several doors, to the point that Kazuya lost track
of where in the school they were. That might also have something to do with the
intangible pace that blood was escaping his brain in favor of more salacious
locations, and the quaking of anxious nerves whose epicenter resonated where
his fingers interlocked with another’s. He was completely aware of what Eijun
sought, and why.
Privacy, and Kazuya was not at all opposed to the why.
Such solitude was difficult to come by in a high school at this hour, during
the lunch break and while the whole school was buzzing like a hive. Not
impossible, though, since the students tended to congregate outside or in the
classrooms at this time of the day. The clubrooms and other facilities were
relatively abandoned.
As soon as there wasn’t another human being in sight or within hearing
distance, Kazuya felt a wall against his back and lips against his mouth.
Impatient, eager, greedy… All the components of a kiss from Eijun that made
Kazuya’s pores prickle in the best kind of exhilaration. It was the kind of
desperate kiss you’d give a person after missing them for an excruciating
amount of time apart. An absurd notion for the two of them; they were fortunate
enough to see each other every day. Eijun had been in his room just last night.
However, their kisses often said something and this was no exception.
With this kiss, Eijun seemed to say, I’ve been thinking about you all day.
When they broke apart, Eijun had the gaul to blush innocently, like he hadn’t
been the one to initiate, to ravish, to pin Kazuya against a wall and shove his
tongue down his throat. No one would expect all that from the almost bashful
expression on the boy now.
Ridiculous.
The corners of Kazuya’s mouth twisted. “Hi.”
“Hi!”
Eijun wasn’t looking at his face, though. His eyes were downcast, an unruly
smile playing on his lips as he seemed to be focus on the exposed and open
space between Kazuya’s thighs.
Kazuya snorted and squeezed Eijun’s nose between two of his knuckles, causing
the boy to squawk and scowl.
“You gonna look at my face at any point today?” Kazuya teased.
The shade in Eijun’s cheeks deepened, and he took hold of Kazuya’s face in both
his hands. “Yes!” he barked, just before pressing another kiss to Kazuya’s
lips. Quick, before he buried his face in Kazuya’s neck, where Kazuya could
feel the new smile against his skin, and before his arms wrapped around
Kazuya’s waist. Eijun squeezed their bodies together, kissed Kazuya’s chin,
nuzzled again, repeat and repeat, and shifted their balance from one foot to
another in some sort of drunkenly jubilant stupor.
Which was something Kazuya was used to, at that point, being handled with about
as much rationality but also as much enthusiasm as a puppy engages a new toy.
He didn’t mind at all. In fact, he relished it.
“Hahaha, who knew you’d react like this!” Kazuya trilled at the attention. “All
because of a skirt?” He dropped his voice to a lower octave. “Sawamura, you
pervert.”
“Shut up! I’m not!” Eijun growled, then blanked. “….Well…” He withdrew and
looked down again. “Can you wear this every day?”
“Haha, no! I told you, it’s not mine!” Kazuya smirked and shook his head. “I
have to return it at the end of the day.” At Eijun’s petulant frown, he
gingerly ran his fingers through the thick brunet mop atop his boyfriend’s
head. “I’ll have it for a bit after school, though…”
Eijun’s fingers ghosted across the skin just above the skirt’s hem. “I…” He
avoided Kazuya’s eyes as his face grew redder and redder, “....don’t think I
can wait until later…”
“Seriously?” Kazuya reached between them copped a feel around Eijun’s crotch.
Surely enough, his hand found Eijun half hard beneath his trousers. “You’re
pathetic.”
Eijun went full scarlet and spluttered through gritted teeth, “Can you blame
me?!”
Remembering how he looked that day, Kazuya put his hands on his hips and
grinned. “Nope!” In his core, though, he wasn’t as composed. He might tease
Eijun about his easily excited erections, but really, it was just as thrilling
for Kazuya to be the cause.
“There’s no one around…” Eijun pointed out, trying to sound like he was just
being observant.
True enough, there was no one around, but they couldn’t just do it in the
middle of the hallway. There were, however, also empty club rooms around them.
Kazuya took Eijun’s hand in his. “Come with me, you idiot.”
Instantly, Eijun’s face went from sour to ecstatic.
After two tries, they found an unlocked, unoccupied room. It was pretty small,
consisting of only a black board, bookshelves, several small tables with their
own chairs, and a large, barren wooden desk fit for a teacher or advisor to sit
at.
“I think this is the…” Kazuya glanced around at the hefty volumes sitting on
the shelves, “the literature club’s room? Hopefully nobody comes by to read
during lunch…”
Eijun nuzzled his face between Kazuya’s shoulder blades, hands on Kazuya’s
hips. “Don’t be foolish, Miyuki Kazuya, people don’t read during lunch!”
Kazuya huffed, but allowed Eijun to lead him inside by the small of his back.
Luckily, there was a lock on the door, but Eijun didn’t stop there. He started
pushing two desks in front of it.
“It opens into the hallway,” said Kazuya as he hopped up on the edge of the
large desk.
Eijun stopped. He turned and rubbed the back of his head. “I - I knew that! I’m
creating a barricade!”
Approaching Kazuya with a grin, he was stopped short before he got too close by
a foot against his chest. He looked down at Kazuya’s foot, then at Kazuya, then
down again, confused. The scrunch in his nose and purse on his lips were very
stupidly adorable.
“Uh.”
“Go sit there.” Kazuya nodded to one of the chairs opposite of him.
Eijun blinked. “What.” His puzzled expression had an air of disappointment
about it, like asking Am I not actually getting any?
Kazuya’s lips curled, and gave Eijun a pointed look through heavily lidded
eyes. “You asked what kind of underwear I was wearing. You’ll get a better view
from there.”
Comprehension dawning on Eijun’s face, he scurried into a chair, scooted
forward, propped his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, watching
Kazuya eagerly.
Under that gaze, Kazuya’s confidence almost crumbled. He was fine with
flirting, teasing, and feigning a ‘sexy’ routine so long as it was just a
façade for fun. When it actually came to sexual acts, though, he had a lot more
reservations. There was something incredibly overwhelming about being the
subject of a singular person’s sole, undivided attention. It was both
terrifying and exciting, but Kazuya hated feeling vulnerable. Only with Eijun
did he feel brave and bold enough to become raw. If it wasn’t for Eijun, Kazuya
would have never revealed so much of himself, physically or emotionally.
As Kazuya scooted back on the desk and spread his legs, he committed.
Eijun’s expression was rather comical, jaw dropping more and more with each
inch Kazuya lifted of his skirt. There’d probably be drool any moment. Soon
enough, Eijun was staring wide-eyed between Kazuya’s legs, where Kazuya wore a
pair of very thin, very lacy, and very revealing pair of feminine panties that
barely did their job of holding everything together.
“Where’d you get those?!” He gaped.
“Heheheh… I’m not telling.” Kazuya lifted his heels to edge of the desk,
shifting into a position that would probably be more uncomfortable if he didn’t
spend the majority of his daily time in a squatting position. Then, he reached
under his skirt, hooked his fingers around the lace, leaned back, lifted his
ass, shifted his weight to his calves, and slid the panties down his thighs,
over his legs, and off.
“Impressive,” said Eijun with a straight face, but his voice cracked to a high
pitch.
“Thanks,” Kazuya said with a toss at Eijun’s face. They landed perfectly.
Eijun tried to blow the panties off, but failed, so he snatched them and
flipped them over his shoulder carelessly. His eyes were strictly focused
between Kazuya’s legs, which was now completely visible. Drawing his knees up
widely apart, Kazuya presented Eijun with a generous view of his hardening dick
and the puckered entrance to his anus.
“Like what you see?” Kazuya asked, his voice dripping sardonically.
The sight caused Eijun to melt. Literally. He slid from the chair to his knees,
starting to crawl forward with an outstretched arm with all the purpose of
taking Kazuya in his hand.
Again, though, Eijun was stopped in his tracks by a foot, this time on his
forehead. He grunted, trying at first to still reach Kazuya, but Kazuya
straightened his leg to push Eijun further away, tittering at the younger boy’s
plight. Finally, as he was getting nowhere like this, Eijun grabbed the foot
and steered it away from his face and over his shoulder. They both ended up
above his shoulders as he drew closer.
“Don’t put your feet on my face!” barked Eijun.
Kazuya snickered. “Don’t presume to touch things that aren’t yours!”
Holding softly onto Kazuya’s ankle, Eijun smiled against Kazuya’s knee. There
was nothing cheeky about it, either. “But you are mine…” he said, light in his
eyes, as he pressed featherlight kisses along the inside of the leg. “Aren’t I
yours?”
The blood in Kazuya’s face seared, and he knew he was blushing. He glanced
away. “Stupid…” How annoying. He could minx around all he wanted, but as soon
as Eijun said something sweetly genuine, his advantage dissipated.
Of course you are…
Teeth grazed his skin as Eijun grinned against him. Without warning, he dived
under Kazuya’s skirt, and Kazuya felt hot air against him.
“Aw geez!” came Eijun’s voice, a facetious volume to it. “It’s so dark under
here, I can’t see anything!”
Kazuya looked down. “What are yo-PFFFTHAHaaha!”
Eijun blew a raspberry right into Kazuya’s inner thigh. The tickling sensation
caused Kazuya to jolt and guffaw, his legs flailing despite Eijun’s grasp on
them.
“Seriously! How do other guys manage!” Another raspberry, and another, here and
there, all over, and Kazuya became a squirming, stupid, giggling mess while
Eijun completely unwound him.
“St-stop th-th-thahahahat-t-tahaha!”
“What?? I can’t hear anything either!” Another loud and wet one, and Kazuya
quivered.
“Hahahaha! Sawa-ahahahaha st-st-aHA! SawamurAHahah!!” He bit his lip and put a
hand over his mouth; he knew he couldn’t make too much noise, else they’d be
discovered. However, when Eijun’s lips found the base of his erection, he
couldn’t prevent a sharp gasp from escaping him.
Kazuya hiked up his skirt and looked down. Eijun wore half a smirk, tonguing
along his length. “Oh now I can see what I’m doing…”
The rate of Kazuya’s breathing increased. “Eijun…”
Reddened, wet lips sucked at his tip while Eijun’s massaged his thighs. Eijun
opened his mouth wider and took more cock into his mouth, and Kazuya gripped
the edge of the desk tight enough that his knuckles turned white. Even at the
beginning of their physical relationship, Eijun had been… remarkably good at
this part. So good that Kazuya could have come like this, with Eijun’s head
bobbing in a steady, enticingly slow rhythm, stopping every so often to suck,
to hollow his cheeks around Kazuya’s length…
But that wasn’t what Kazuya wanted.
“Hnn… come on…” Kazuya ran a loving, appreciative hand through Eijun’s hair,
“We don’t have that much time…” He wanted Eijun to get his fix before they had
to go back to class, and at this point, Kazuya needed it just as badly.
Eijun’s mouth popped off of him, pressing a final, lingering kiss to the tip,
and he stood to his feet. His fingers found Kazuya’s hips and dragged him
forward, drawing him in for a deep, languid kiss that left Kazuya with a taste
of himself.
“Well,” Eijun said with a wink when they withdrew, “weare skipping lunch for
this.”
“Hahaha…” Kazuya’s nose scrunched against his grin. “Shhh, that’s gross.”
Eijun was perfect at stripping away all the stress of sex. Between the two of
them, it was always fun, and it was always hot, always unbelievable how Eijun
made Kazuya feel. Warm, safe, cherished, loved and wanted. All the things
Kazuya had never used to feel on a regular basis, now he did.
Not to mention, Eijun could be rather sexy himself… In his own, idiotic sort of
way. When he wasn’t cracking puns or embarrassing himself.
For the next part, Kazuya had to make good use of his leg muscles. They’d never
had sex on a desk or table before, so the positioning was all foreign to them.
What would work best was a mystery. Kazuya ended up with his ass half off the
desk, the edge digging uncomfortably into his tailbone, while his feet were
flat against the side of the desk and hoisting him on balance. Again, this
would have been more difficult if he played any other position than catcher.
Though, it definitely helped to cling around Eijun’s shoulders, just to be
safe.
Thankfully, Eijun shrugged off his blazer, folded it in a thick bundle, and
placed it under Kazuya where the desk assaulted his spine. For that, Kazuya
awarded him with a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. Eijun nipped into
it, parting Kazuya’s lips and slipping his tongue inside his mouth. Heat filled
Kazuya’s entire body as Eijun sighed into him, massaging the top of his mouth.
The pleasure resonated down in his dick, which was still reacting sensitively
to everything, especially Eijun’s own, constrained crotch rubbing against it in
such close proximity.
Kazuya drew back, hearing Eijun whine. Their chests were drawn right against
each other like this, unfortunately separated by their uniforms. If they
stripped completely, though, it’d be all over. They would never return to
class. Besides, they were here in the first place because Eijun wanted to fuck
Kazuya in a skirt, and Kazuya wanted to be fucked in a skirt.
But it was so warm, Kazuya felt. So warm and he wanted more of it, more of
Eijun as its source.
Next, Eijun rolled up his sleeves. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
packet of lubricant, which he ripped open hastily. While he coated his fingers,
Kazuya finally unbuttoned Eijun’s trousers and pulled those and his boxers just
low enough to free Eijun’s own erection. Kazuya wrapped his hand around it,
pumping a few times, thumbing across the tip to smear a bead of precum. Eijun
shivered and moaned, capturing Kazuya’s mouth again.
Eijun’s other arm came around Kazuya’s back, holding him steady. Their lips
were connected when Eijun’s hand snaked below and brushed against Kazuya’s
entrance.
Heeding Kazuya’s warning for time, Eijun was both efficient and diligent with
his fingers. Pressing one thickly coated finger in gently, Eijun only waited
until Kazuya adjusted before he slid in a second. Kazuya shuddered around him,
fingers digging deeply into Eijun’s shoulder blades. As Eijun worked him open,
fingering him deeper, a moan finally escaped Kazuya. Eijun swallowed the sound
before his own mouth shifted to Kazuya’s neck, where he began biting and
sucking hard enough to leave a mark by the time they’d return to class.
With a slight twist of his fingers, Eijun hit Kazuya’s prostate. Just once, and
lightly so, but that alone was enough to make Kazuya gasp and jut forward.
That, and Eijun’s wet, hot mouth on his neck. He could feel Eijun’s heart
beating in his chest against his, and knew Eijun was building up just as fast.
Adding a third finger, widening him further, Eijun touched that spot again. One
of Kazuya’s hands swiftly grabbed the desk’s edge as he canted his hips
forward, greeting Eijun’s fingers eagerly. Between them, their naked cocks
rubbed against each other, and their leaking worsened. Eijun’s teeth sunk into
Kazuya’s skin almost painfully, obvious that Eijun was losing control too. His
fingers then found Kazuya’s prostate again.
“Ah-n!” Kazuya clawed through Eijun’s shirt, his eyes squeezed shut, and his
legs jerked outwards. His lips graced the skin beside Eijun’s ear. “That’s
good,” he panted raggedly “That’s… good…”
Satisfied, Eijun withdrew his fingers at the same time his mouth reclaimed
Kazuya’s for a rougher kiss than any before. Kazuya messed up and tugged on
Eijun’s hair, while Eijun squeezed Kazuya’s thighs. One more kiss before Kazuya
laid his back against the desk, his lips out of Eijun’s reach.
With the new leverage, Eijun pulled Kazuya’s hips toward him while Kazuya
wrapped his legs around Eijun’s waist. Another small packet emerged from
Eijun’s pocket. Kazuya closed his eyes for a moment, as Eijun rolled on a
condom, and scratched the edge of the desk, anticipating. When Eijun stopped
shuffling, and nothing happened, Kazuya got anxious and narrowly opened his
eyes.
“You look really good… like this…”
Eijun was staring at him, all of him, openly and unapologetically. He was
biting an already bruised lip, and Kazuya doubted his own were in any better of
a state. Though, Eijun also had a crimson flush across his cheeks, a nuance
gleaming in his eyes as his vision devoured Kazuya from head to crotch. His
fingers were firm on Kazuya’s ass.
Kazuya wanted to tell him how annoying he was, to act so promiscuous but look
so innocent. But, when Eijun pressed his cock’s tip inside of him, all those
insults and complaints died away on Kazuya’s lips in favor for a more lewd,
guttural sound.
There was just a bit inside him, but Kazuya needed a deep breath to relax. It
still felt likeso much. Eijun waited patiently for Kazuya to adjust, despite
the obviously pained expression on his features. With his legs, Kazuya coaxed
Eijun closer, deeper. They didn’t have the time for Eijun to lounge around
inside him, which he must have understood. He pushed in further, only to pull
out and briefly tease Kazuya with the tip of his dick against the entrance,
before he thrust back in, filling Kazuya more and more each time.
Kazuya’s mouth parted, and he began to feel the pleasure of it all, the
sensuous feeling of engulfing Eijun in his heat. The sounds escaped him, carnal
mewls that would kill him with shame if anyone other than Eijun were to ever
hear.
But once again, Eijun’s focus was elsewhere. He was looking straight down,
enjoying too much the spectacle of his dick thrusting in and out of Kazuya’s
ass, Kazuya’s own dick throbbing and leaking without attention, while a skirt
limply and uselessly dangled from around Kazuya’s hips. He was enjoying ittoo
much. Kazuya tightened around Eijun scornfully, but that backfired when Eijun
groaned and plunged into him recklessly.
The sensation caused Kazuya to cry out and arch his back, tightening around
Eijun involuntarily. His toes curled as Eijun hit closer and closer to the spot
that would unravel him.
Eijun became louder and louder. His eyes no longer focused just at the point
where they were joined, but on all of Kazuya beneath him. Hoisting Kazuya’s
polo shirt up to his chest, Eijun bent forward and trailed wet, hot kissed
along Kazuya’s abdomen. His wandering hands forced Kazuya to steady his thighs
against Eijun’s hips, anchoring them together. While like this, Eijun’s cock
struck Kazuya in the perfect position, and even Kazuya made a noise, but the
subsequent friction caused Eijun to grunt into a groan that was almost a shout.
Loud-mouthed in every day of life, Eijun was no different when it came to sex.
“Shh…” Kazuya dragged a finger across Eijun’s swollen lips, his hand cupped his
cheek, caressed his hair.
Eijun stole that hand for himself, haphazardly lapping his tongue into the
palm, licking the fingers, sucking them, open-mouthed kissing the knuckles. The
sight almost made Kazuya feel dizzy, and he closed his eyes, and bit down the
sounds threatening his lips. At this point, Eijun grabbed his hip again for
just enough control to pull completely out of Kazuya, only to slam straight
back into his prostate.
Kazuya cursed so loudly he was sure the whole school had heard.
This time, Eijun shushed him, just to be vindictive, and they laughed together,
and they moaned, and they revelled in each other. Their names dripped fluidly
from each other’s parted mouths. There was no point in being quiet at this
point. Neither could control themselves, and both were fully aware of the
noisily rattling desk beneath them, scraping across the floor, moving with
them.
Not long after they began did they climb towards their peak. Eijun’s thrusts
became sporadic and brazen, while Kazuya’s hips bucked against Eijun’s in
desperation for more contact. Kazuya spilled obscenities from his lips, and his
legs flailed uncontrollably. Eijun was all the way inside him, now, and their
hips met together in rapid succession. The slapping of their flesh together
caused a vulgar sound audible from the hallway. Kazuya’s nails had scratched
visible marks into the wood beneath them. Similar marks appeared on Eijun’s
bare hips; Kazuya scratched at them frantically.
Knowing they were close, Eijun began stroking Kazuya in time with his thrusts.
The sweaty hand around his dick, pumping him generously, along with Eijun
thickening inside of him, submerged Kazuya in agonizing euphoria. He was close,
so close, and he wanted release.
Grabbing the tie around Eijun’s neck, Kazuya yanked Eijun down far enough that
Kazuya could raise off the desk and meet him halfway, clashing their mouths
together. One palm flat against the desk, Eijun moaned into Kazuya’s mouth
without breaking his accelerating stride. The other continued to stroke Kazuya
between them, and all of that was enough.
Enough to send Kazuya over the edge.
His breathing hitched, became sharp and fragmented. His legs thrashed until
they settled to give Eijun as much access as possible, and he could swear that
Eijun had never been this deep inside him. His hands found themselves gripping
the hem of the skirt that started all this. His eyes screwed closed, his mouth
gaped in a broken sound, and he came sloppily into Eijun’s hand.
At the same time, Kazuya’s climax enticed Eijun into his. The tight, scolding,
shuddering sensation around Eijun’s cock brought him to his finish. He lost
control, hunching over, his eyelashes fluttering closed. This is when his
thrusts became rough, rugged, burying himself as far as possible, and trying to
eliminate any remaining space between the two of them. He was practically on
top of the desk when he came rooted inside Kazuya with a loud, rasping moan.
Beneath him, Kazuya soaked him up, never tiring of seeing Eijun like this when
they were together. Their hands found each other, intertwining their fingers.
Their hips moved harmoniously as they both rode out the last waves of their
orgasm.
Spent entirely, Eijun collapsed to the desk on his elbows. Kazuya wrapped his
arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Eijun rested his chest
upon Kazuya’s chest, and the latter gently fondled his hair. Their breathing
was still heavy, slowly regulating.
Fortunately, like any responsible faculty desk, this one had a tissue box on
it. Once Kazuya could think straight again, he reached over, grabbed one, found
Eijun’s hand full of his mess, and wiped it as clean as he could. Likewise,
Eijun finally regained some coherency and lifted himself, pulling out and
cleaning up. After he finished wiping dry between Kazuya’s legs, where he
allowed himself one final kiss, he lay beside Kazuya on the desk, sighing in
exuberance.
Similarly, Kazuya tried to compose himself. His body was still shivering in
places. He had no doubt that he’d be sore later, but that never bothered him.
The ache was a relic of their embrace, so he loved every part of it. He felt
wonderful, but properly wrecked, and just the thought of returning to class
after this drained him.
“I don’t think I can move…” he joked languidly.
Eijun’s eyes widened at him. “Really?!”
Kazuya chuckled. “No, I mean, I can move, I’m fine.” He turned on his side to
face Eijun. “But I mean… damn.”
“Oh…” Eijun mirrored his position, “yeah, yeah…” His scarlet face suggested he
was still thinking about it.
Kazuya sighed. “I wonder how much time we have until class…”
“Crap, we might be late!”
“Haha, could you imagine? As if it’s not going to be obvious enough, everyone
would be watching you walk through the door while your teacher yells at you.”
Eijun shuddered at the thought.
“Might at well have a giant neon sign above your head that says ‘Just Got
Laid.’” Kazuya cleared his throat and did his best impression of a TV reporter,
“Sawamura Eijun, you just nailed your senpai during school, how does it feel?”
Rather than look embarrassed, Eijun’s eyes found an imaginary camera off in
space, and they glimmered like someone’s who had just won the lottery.
Apparently the idea of getting interviewed about their relationship really
enthralled him. Kazuya snorted at him. Then, he turned to Kazuya with dull
features.
“Can’t complain.”
Kazuya elbowed him. “Oh shut up.”
On that note, they rose from their blissful state and prepared to return to
reality. They hauled themselves off the desk and tried to straighten out their
appearance. Eijun zipped up his pants and put back on his now wrinkly blazer.
Kazuya attended to his hair and clothing until he froze. Looking around the
room frantically, he caused Eijun to stare anxiously at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
Kazuya muttered a curse and crossed his arms. “...Where did you throw my
underwear?”
 
                                    *~*~*~*
                                        
They made it back to class in the knick of time, but still glowing and
tattered. Plus, they undoubtedly smelled like sweat and semen.
The amount of students still in the halls on their way back told them that they
were safe from immediate consequences. Though Eijun was reluctant to part from
him, he would certainly get in trouble if he did not. He took off sprinting
towards the second year classrooms, leaving his embarrassedly smitten boyfriend
in his wake.
Dumb, Kazuya told himself. They would see each other in a few hours.
As casually as he could, Kazuya slipped back into his homeroom. Most of the
students didn’t even spare him a glance but one that did was Kuramochi.
Thankfully, Maezono and Nori had already returned to their respective
classrooms. Still, when Kuramochi saw Kazuya, giving him a quick once over, his
face reddened and his eyes widened.
Clearly, he had a theory of where he’d gone with Sawamura.
“You…” Kuramochi stuttered at him in hushed breaths. “You didn’t actually…?!”
“What?” Kazuya feigned a scandalous gasp, “No! Of course not!” He sneered as he
walked passed the other boy’s desk. “Sawamura doesn’t count, remember?”
Kuramochi’s face skewed into an expression between a scowl and one of illness.
Snickering to himself, Kazuya refused Kuramochi any further attention as he
took his own seat by the window. Other students regained their desks quickly
before the bell rang. The bright side of not often communicating with his
classmates was that Kazuya wouldn’t have to explain his absence and appearance
to anyone other than Kuramochi.
The chair was cold against his thighs, and Kazuya just settled into comfort
again when their teacher entered the room.
He never did end up finding those panties ever again.
End Notes
     OMAKE
      
      
     Later that day, Kazuya came into contact with Homari Kazuki, and he
     had to confess in some form or another.
     “Sorry,” he said, “but I wanted to wash your uniform before I
     returned it to you. I think I made it smell, haha.”
     Surprisingly, her reaction was not one of reprimand, but one of
     solidarity. “It’s cool,” she said, “I should wash yours, too.”
     Thinking about that for more than a second, Kazuya’s eyebrows arched
     at her.
     Homari Kazuki smiled slyly. “I guess drag really is a turn on for
     some people.” And before Kazuya could get any more out of her, she
     sauntered off with more swagger than Kazuya ever had in the same
     clothes he wore every day.
     Kazuya would spend many future hours of his life wondering who
     exactly was it that had sex with a girl in his school uniform, only
     to never find his answer.
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