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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato
  Character:
      Shinkai_Hayato, Arakita_Yasutomo
  Additional Tags:
      Stockings, Crossdressing, Frottage, Clothed_Sex, Classroom_Sex,
      Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-11 Words: 2395
****** Miscommunications, Clarifications ******
by fio
Summary
     Arakita summons Shinkai for a surprise.
Notes
     for van who inspired me w/ this (SFW link)
"Don't say it," is all Arakita says, his face flaming, nearly as red as the
stockings he's wearing.
Shinkai smiles, biting his lip to keep from grinning too wide, and hums
thoughtfully. "I didn't say anything," he says, taking a step closer.
Arakita's frown deepens, but he doesn't close his legs, still spread open over
the edge of the desk he's sitting on. Shinkai isn't sure what prompted this.
He'd said something off hand about how much he liked the look of thigh highs
and skirts a while back, when the team members were chatting about what they
liked to see in gravure. But Arakita had snorted and called him a "simple-ass
pervert" and nothing more, so why he's wearing a girl's uniform now, with
stockings that cover most of his thighs, and sending Shinkai texts to meet him
in an empty, seldom-used classroom is a bit of a mystery.
Shinkai keeps moving forward until he's right between Arakita's legs, and he
can't stop himself from reaching forward, the tips of his fingers from each
hand settling on Arakita's knees. Arakita jumps a bit at the touch, and Shinkai
can feel the slight shaking of his legs.
"You look good," Shinkai offers, wanting to make Arakita feel less nervous.
Arakita just grumbles, though Shinkai can see the pleats of his skirt starting
to poke upwards over his crotch. He moves his fingers upwards slowly, dragging
the pads of his fingers along the soft texture of his stockings. He wonders if
they belong to Arakita's sisters, or if he went out and bought them himself.
He's not sure where he got the uniform, either, though he's not complaining.
With Arakita sitting on the desk, he's a bit shorter than Shinkai, his nose
just reaching Shinkai's collarbone. Shinkai leans forward, hiding his face
against Arakita's hair and nibbling at his ear. He knows Arakita feels less
embarrassed when Shinkai can't see his face. As he kisses lower down Arakita's
neck and moves his fingers higher along his thighs, he feels Arakita's hands
grab the sleeves of his blazer, squeezing tight.
When he reaches the edge of the stockings, Shinkai flattens his palms out
against Arakita's thighs and thumbs at his skin. But instead of sliding up
higher and reaching under his skirt, Shinkai starts to drag his hands back down
towards Arakita's knees, making him whine.
"Yasutomo," Shinkai whispers, smiling beside his ear when he feels Arakita
shiver.
When he says nothing else, a few moments later Arakita hisses, "What?"
"Do you want me to touch you?"
"You're already fucking touching me."
"I meant. Here," Shinkai says, suddenly moving his hands underneath Arakita's
knees and pulling him forward until his ass is half off the desk and his crotch
is pressed up against Shinkai's own, making Arakita gasp and his back snap
straight. They're both hard, and Shinkai feels his cock fatten a little more
when he wonders what kind of underwear Arakita is wearing beneath his skirt.
"Yeah," Arakita whispers, fingers squeezing harder around Shinkai's upper arms.
"Ask me for it."
Arakita's front is pressed up against Shinkai's now, his face close enough to
his neck that Shinkai can feel his breaths on his skin. Arakita bites him where
his skin isn't hidden by the collar of his shirt, and Shinkai winces, though he
likes it.
"With your words," Shinkai laughs, teasing. His hands are still hooked under
Arakita's knees and his thumbs rub slow strokes against his legs.
"... Please, you fucker."
"Hmm?"
"Don't be dense on purpose!" Arakita shouts, and Shinkai shrugs.
"How can I be sure it's what you want if you don't tell me? I don't want to do
anything you don't want me to."
Arakita mumbles something, too quiet for Shinkai to catch.
"Yasutomo?" he prompts, voice soft.
There's a pause, long enough that Shinkai's fingers stop moving as he waits for
him to speak. Arakita takes a breath and finally answers, "I wouldn't have
fucking asked you here if I didn't want you to touch me, dumbass."
Shinkai pulls his face away from Arakita's hair just in time to catch the
embarrassed look on his face before it eases back into familiar irritation, but
Shinkai smiles, pressing forward into a kiss. He pokes his tongue against
Arakita's lips, slowly pushing them open as he leans Arakita down until his
back is laid out against the desk. He lets Arakita suck on his tongue and nip
at his bottom lip for a while before pulling back, Arakita's hands dropping
from Shinkai's arms to rest on his chest, until he can hoist Arakita's legs up
against his chest so they hang off his shoulders.
"You're flexible," Shinkai says, smiling at the way Arakita's half-lidded eyes
snap open in embarrassed surprise before he starts frowning up at him.
"Pervert," Arakita grumbles, though when Shinkai drags a hand up Arakita's calf
and brings it to his mouth so he can press wet, open-mouthed kisses against it
through the material of his red stockings, his own mouth drops open and his
pupils grow fat.
Shinkai's right hand reaches down, sliding against Arakita's thigh until it
slips under his skirt. He can feel the edge of his underwear, and he can tell
now that they're boxer briefs. Something about that, Arakita going so far as to
dress up in thigh highs and a girl's uniform but still wearing his own usual
underwear, is incredibly endearing. Shinkai wants to kiss him again, but he
wants to keep Arakita's legs where they are and doesn't think he's quite
flexible enough for that.
His fingers move slowly, tracing along Arakita's hips beneath his skirt until
he finds his erection, hot and damp at the tip where he's already leaked
precome inside his briefs. He palms it, squeezing gently, and Arakita's breath
starts to quicken, his eyes closing for a moment before opening again. Shinkai
continues to press kisses to his calves and starts rubbing up and down over his
cock until Arakita is panting, rocking his hips so his ass is rubbing against
Shinkai's crotch.
Shinkai's fingers squeeze at the base of his cock through his underwear, making
Arakita whine, and he figures that's enough teasing. His hands reach for
Arakita's ass, squeezing once because he can't help himself before grabbing at
the material of his briefs and tugging until they're far enough down his thighs
Shinkai can see them, no longer hidden by his skirt. They're simple grey with
white stripes, and the difference between his basic guys briefs and the red of
his stockings makes Shinkai's balls tighten and his breathing go rough. He
moves his hand back to Arakita's cock, the heat of their skin making Arakita
moan at the contact.
"Shinkai," he breathes, hands fisting in the shirt of the uniform as he looks
up at him, and Shinkai snaps. He was going to wait, maybe jerk himself off
after making Arakita come, but he can't anymore.
He drops Arakita's legs off his shoulders so they're hanging off the desk again
on either side of him and goes for his belt, undoing it as fast as he can,
pulling his cock out once he's unzipped his slacks. He strokes himself a few
times, rubbing at the head to spread the precome down over his dick, before
pushing Arakita's skirt up and out of the way and sliding his erection against
Arakita's own. Shinkai's cock is thicker than Arakita's, though not much
longer. He wraps his hand around the both of them, not able to wrap all the way
around but enough that it feels good when he strokes up and down around them
once.
Arakita gasps when Shinkai's other hand squeezes around his balls, and Shinkai
leans down, to kiss him. One of Arakita's hands reaches up into his hair,
fingers dragging against his scalp, while the other moves between them, joining
Shinkai's where he's stroking their dicks.
"Yasutomo," Shinkai mumbles while their tongues move together. Arakita's legs
wrap around his waist, pulling him down closer so their chests are touching.
"Concentrate," Arakita says between kisses, breathing hard.
Shinkai focuses, starting to move his hand slow, Arakita matching his pace. His
other hand leaves Arakita's balls to press onto the desk to brace himself, and
Arakita whines a bit at the loss, but doesn't stop kissing him. He keeps the
rhythm of their strokes steady, not wanting their hands to slip off from the
wetness as they move too fast and frantic. It feels a bit clumsy, both of them
more practiced with jerking off only one dick at a time, but they start to
adjust, Shinkai able to rub his thumb against the head of Arakita's cock
without pinching his own.
The faster their hands start to move, the harder it is to keep kissing each
other, their breathing getting too hard to keep their lips pressed together.
Their mouths part, but Arakita's fingers stay in Shinkai's hair, keeping his
face close. Arakita's eyes are squeezed shut but Shinkai's are open and he
watches Arakita's face, the way his blush deepens as their stroking continues
to get quicker. He can't resist pressing light kisses to his cheeks, his nose,
and the corner of his mouth, and Arakita bites his lip around a moan.
"You're cute," Shinkai says between heavy breaths.
"Shut up," Arakita pants, keeping his eyes closed. Their hands are starting to
falter around each other, the pace getting too fast to keep from slipping.
"You're hot," Shinkai says instead, smiling when Arakita's fingers press harder
against his scalp.
"Quit it," Arakita growls, though the words are quiet, embarrassed.
"I love that you wore all this for me."
"You ass—" Arakita begins, though it breaks off into a gasp. Shinkai's hand
slows down and Arakita's falls away from their cocks to grab at Shinkai's side
as Shinkai starts to thrust his hips into his fist against him.
"I want to fuck you while you wear nothing but these thigh highs," he says,
panting hard as he looks into Arakita's face and fucks his hand against
Arakita's cock. Arakita's thighs shake and squeeze around his sides and he
moans, his eyebrows knitting together and his mouth hanging open as he
desperately gasps for air. Shinkai starts to move his hand quicker again, still
pushing his cock into his fingers as they squeeze tighter around the both of
them. He strokes faster and faster and thrusts harder and harder until he's
nearly dizzy with it. He drops his head down, touching their foreheads together
and finally closes his eyes. "I want to fuck you all the time," he admits, and
suddenly Arakita is moaning and shuddering hard, legs trembling where they wrap
around him and fingers clenching where they squeeze against him. Shinkai's hand
is growing wetter and he realizes Arakita's coming, slick come spreading across
his fingers with every stroke and making each drag of their cocks together
smoother and faster until Shinkai is coming too, fucking desperately into his
hand and groaning until he's spent.
They breathe hard together, chests heaving and cocks softening. Shinkai drags
his hand down around their dicks once, twice, making himself wince and Arakita
whimper before letting go, bracing it on the desk. Arakita's fingers slip out
of his hair and drop from his side, settling on his belly, though he keeps his
shaky legs wrapped around Shinkai's waist. When Shinkai can finally open his
eyes again, Arakita is staring up at him, though he looks drowsy from his
orgasm.
"Why'd you wear this?" Shinkai asks, and Arakita's eyes drop down to his lips
before he turns his head to the side, frowning in the direction of the
blackboard at the front of the classroom.
"You're a liar."
"Huh?"
Arakita's frown deepens, and his blush starts to return. "You said... you want
to... all the time..."
"I do," Shinkai says. He grinds his hips forward once in emphasis, rubbing
their sensitive cocks together and making Arakita hiss.
"But you haven't touched me in weeks, okay! I got fucking impatient. Whatever."
Shinkai blinks in surprise, thinking back to the last time they'd hooked up. It
had been a while ago, sure, but they had made out often enough. And they'd been
having more intense training the last month, and Arakita never wanted to fool
around if it would screw up his practice, so Shinkai hadn't pushed for anything
beyond kissing.
"Oh," Shinkai says, and Arakita turns his head back to glare up at him. "I
still wanted to, but I thought you wouldn't, with practice and everything."
"Well. Shows what you know," Arakita huffs, looking down.
Shinkai stares for a moment, then laughs and kisses him, Arakita opening his
lips easily. They kiss for a while, slow and lazy, until Shinkai's legs feel
steadier and he leans away to stand up. Arakita drops his legs and tugs his
underwear back up before letting Shinkai pull him forward so he can sit up
again. They look down at their crotches, Shinkai's pants undone and his cock
hanging out while Arakita's skirt is still pushed up, spots of come drying on
both his skirt and his boxers. Shinkai's hands drop to Arakita's thighs,
rubbing over his stockings and pinching at his skin occasionally. He realizes a
bit late that he has come on his fingers and is getting more of Arakita's
clothes dirty, but Arakita doesn't complain and he doesn't want to stop
touching him.
"Will you wear these for me again?" Shinkai asks, looking back at Arakita's
face, unable to stop himself.
He expects Arakita to glare at him and probably call him a pervert, but Arakita
keeps staring down between them, one hand wrapping slowly around Shinkai's cock
and stroking him.
"I'm not taking them off yet," he says, voice quiet, and Shinkai's hands
squeeze hard around his thighs, "not until you make up for all that time you
kept me waiting."
Arakita looks up then, meeting Shinkai's surprised eyes with hungry ones, and
kisses him hard.
I'm in trouble, Shinkai thinks, eyes falling shut and hands drifting upwards to
slide against Arakita's ass, if this is how he gets when I try to hold back,
I'm never going to be able to. Fortunately, with the way Arakita moans and
wiggles against his touch, legs tightening against his sides to encourage him,
Shinkai doesn't think Arakita will mind too much.
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