Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/3638298. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal Relationship: Midousuji_Akira/Onoda_Sakamichi Character: Midousuji_Akira, Onoda_Sakamichi Additional Tags: Cosplay, Dorks, best_boy_-_Freeform Stats: Published: 2015-03-29 Words: 2188 ****** The things I do for my Boyfriend. ****** by Mewtt Summary Somehow Midousuji is coerced in to a Love Hime cosplay. Onoda get's a little excited and so does his Lizard. Notes See the end of the work for notes "Gross. This is Gross." Midousuji scoffed as he stood in the middle of his boyfriend's room, holding between thumb and forefinger the hem of the rather short white pleated skirt he wore. What character was this again? Princess... something. Who cared though, he couldn't even really remember how he'd been convinced to don this costume in the first place. Midosouji was pulling at the brooch at the front of the seifuku-esque outfit when Onoda's camera flashed, it looked like the boy had finally come back in to the his bedroom. The pair were spending today at Onoda's house, the boy had the place to himself and he'd figured what better way to spend it then photographing his beautiful Midousuji- Onoda was quite the little photography buff. "Midousuji-kun! Amazing! Perfect! You look even better then I expected!" Onoda had stars in his eyes as he admired his tall and sinewy boyfriend in his cosplay, Midousuji tilting his head almost entirely upside down as he narrowed his eyes- Onoda flashing away on his camera. "Gross." Midousuji objected simply as he crouched down, resting his pointy chin between his knee's as Onoda crawled around him, bending over, standing above and even hopping on his bed to get the right shot of the Princess Hime cosplay he'd coerced his boyfriend in to. Onoda happily fawned over the other boy, fixing his ponytails for him, fluffing up his bow and making sure the skirt sit just right. "What's so good about seeing me in a dress?" The lanky Kyoto Fushimi High student wondered as he tugged a little at the pigtails he'd styled his hair in, using the red jewelled clasps Onoda had given him.... Where had Sakamichi even gotten this outfit from? It fit him really well to almost as if it were bespoke... suspicious, very suspicious. "B-but it's not just any dress- it's Hime-chan's outfit from episode twelve where Hime-chan-" Onoda corrected but he didn't stop there, he went on chirping about the details of this and that, of Hime-chan and his favourite anime, pressing his fingertips together as he spoke. "Eh? You're being extra gross today-" Akira sighed simply as he stopped playing with his hair. He had really fallen so low hadn't he? The ever focused, feared and infamous Midousuji playing dress ups for his cherub of a boyfriend. Onoda just looked so cute and excited to see him like this to, plump cheeks happily rosy and those dark blue eyes admiring him. Akira wrapped his arms around his thin legs and huffed a little, what right did Sakamichi think he had- looking so adorable right now? Midousuji noticed a few more flashes of the camera, Onoda was kneeling infront of him snapping away and the thin teen saw that his tiny boyfriend was kind of zooming in to one place in particular. Sitting as he was, knee's drawn up and together the space between Akira's thighs was rather visible, the form fitting briefs that young man wore could be seen like this and that dirty little sneak was snapping photo's up his skirt wasn't he? Midousuji narrowed his eyes before suddenly one of his feet shot out and planted itself good and firm between Onoda's thighs. "E-Eek!! M-Midousuji-k-kun what are you-" Onoda squeaked, the boy fumbled and he would have dropped his camera if it hadn't been attached by a strap about his neck. The startled and flushed teen looked wide eyed to his boyfriend, Akira had his eyes narrowed to thin slits and his lips pulled back away from his teeth- baring those straight pearly whites in that positively reptilian way of his. "You're getting all excited seeing me like this, aren't you Sakamichiiiii?" Midousuji looked down his nose at the bulge in Onoda's pants, kissing his teeth with that long tongue of his slowly as he could as he kneaded Onoda's hardness through his trousers with the bottom of his foot. "Gross." Akira murmured in a way that sent chills down Onoda's spine, those dark eyes squinting as he grinned. Eyes that as usual Onoda couldn't read, he never could tell what the other boy was thinking. "A-ah- n-no, Mi...Mido-" Onoda gasped, his breath hitching as Midousuji's foot began to rub him, the trembling hands of Onoda reaching out to hold on to the other boy's ankle but Akira didn't stop. He watched Onoda's face with masked interest as that bottom lip trembled, Onoda's cute voice was breaking just a little with his desperate moans and really... it was Sakamichi's fault. He made him want to tease and play with him this way and Onoda never pushed him away. Even now when Midousuji was quite literally stepping on him the other boy was soon jerking his hips timidly up against his boyfriends foot, eyes closed in an expression of ectasy, was there nothing Onoda would stop him from doing? "See? You're getting sticky even through your pants- my socks are wet." Midousuji raised his leg up with a strained grin, wiggling his toes a little because the bottom of the blue thigh highs were indeed damp. Onoda peeked open those midnight blue eyes of his, pursing his lips bashfully because that was true when suddenly Midousuji grabbed hold of him by the front of his belt. The smaller boy squeaked as he was dragged across the carpet and hauled up in to Akira's lap. "M-Midousuji-k-kun! B-but.." Onoda gasped, his big round glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, looking down between them a little worriedly, prompting his boyfriend to flick his tongue across his cheek and ask. "What?" Onoda's face was so close to his in this position, Midousuji could practically feel the warmth of those red cheeks as Onoda looked shyly about. "W-won't we get your outfit d-dirty? It would be gross r-right?" The little otaku angel in Midousuji's arms asked and Akira's jaw clenched and strained a little, blinking a little dumbfoundedly. Stupid Sakamichi. Didn't he get it? "It's not gross if it's you." Midousuji wasn't going to say it more then once, his long thin fingers took hold of Onoda's jaw then, tilting the boy's face his way before he crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. A kiss where teeth clashed and Midousuji's long and oddly nimble tongue pressed it's way in to Onoda's small warm mouth. The boy in his lap sighed sweetly in to their kiss, returning it as well as he could but like in all other aspects of his life Midousuji was rather over powering. "A-Ah!!" Onoda's ravished red lips drew back with a sharp gasp as he felt spindlely fingers slide down the back of his pants, a finger hooking itself just inside of his ass and tugging teasingly. That smaller body curled closer to his own, Onoda wrapping his small legs around Midousuji's waist, arms endearingly held tight to the nape of his neck. "Sakamichi hold on to me." Akira told as he got up, supporting Onoda's thigh with one hand and the boy clung to him as he paced across the room to sit on the edge of his boyfriend's bed. He needed the tube that they kept in the bedside table after all, Midousuji rummaging for it and clicking open the lid with his thumb. A red faced Onoda watched as a generous amount of lube was squirted in to Akira's palm, the young man coating those thin fingers of his as he undid Onoda's belt with his other hand, tugging the boys trousers and underwear just down over the curve of that shapely round ass. "N-ngh, Midou...suji-kun~" The blue eyed boy groaned as he felt a finger press again to his hole, tracing in small circles before the slippery tip slid inside. Onoda hung his head, feeling the slight burn that always came when Midousuji's fingers were inside of him, stretching and slicking him. This wasn't their first time of course but it felt especially erotic, perhaps it was the fact that he was looking at Midousuji's erection, sticking up beneath that pretty pleated skirt. Yeah... Onoda decided he really liked this costume play. Not wanting to do nothing Onoda was soon reached beneath that pleated skirt, looking up to see the shadow of Midousuji over him, those big round eyes watching him with familiar intensity as he pulled Akira's underwear down. Up sprang Midousuji's erection, long and thick it stood happily to attention, a bead of pre cum already gathering at it's tip. Onoda exhaled sweetly as his small hands both wrapped around Akira's cock, squeezing gently and stroking him. He felt Midousuji's free hand press to the nape of his neck and he knew what his boyfriend wanted, Onoda closing his eyes, tilting his head back as lips against pressed to his own, feverish kisses being placed all over his mouth before the tip of Akira's tongue was teasing against his own. Together the pair of them squirmed, breathing quickening as Onoda's ass was stuffed with three fingers and Midousuji's cock was jerked off. When the pair parted from their kiss both knew they were ready or rather couldn't wait anymore- call it teenage impatience. "I'm putting it in Sakamichi." Akira told as his tongue curled around the delicate shell of Onoda's ear and again the boy clung tightly to him, nodding with a small sound of acknowledgement to let his lover know he was ready. Midousuji's hands held Onoda's plump ass cheeks and raised him up, spreading the boy open before he looked between their bodies, carefully guiding the smaller boy above his arousal. He lowered Onoda, balancing the boy for a moment just on the tip of his dick, seeing the way Sakamichi pursed his lips and curled his toes in anticipation had Midousuji wriggling his tongue in excitement, drawing the moment out a little longer until Onoda opened eyes that had been tightly shut. The boy looking pleadingly at him, no words needed just that sweet, slutty look on his lovers face before he let his grip loosen, let Onoda sink down on to his hardness and hearing the boys cry made it all worth his patience. Midousuji lowered Onoda down slowly but the weight of the other boy did some of the work to and soon they were joined together, Sakamichi's ass stuffed full and Akira making an odd, content gurgling sound. Unsurprisingly Onoda was the one to get them started, the little otaku was so eager to please after all, wanting to make his boyfriend feel good he placed his feet down on to his bed, using them as leverage as he pulled his hips up slowly, bringing them back down on Midousuji's cock clumsilly. It wasn't really easy at this angle but Akira certainly enjoyed watching the smaller boy do his best to ride him. "Hmmmmmnnn-" The Cycling Ace purred before he decided he should probably end his meanness to Onoda. It was fun to just sit back and watch the boy bounce of course, that cute yet slutty face looking to him, begging Midousuji to start moving, to use that lean sinewy body and grind against his prostate until he couldn't take it anymore. "M-Mido...Midosou....k-kun... p-please-" Onoda finally begged with an expression that almost looked close to tears, the boys small pink tongue hanging from between his teeth as he lost the strength in his legs. That was when Akira grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his arms down taunt as he lay back on the bed. Midousuji unleashed the power in his own hips then, sucking in the air between his parted teeth as he slammed up against his lover, angling his hips to grind against Onoda's spongey sweet spot. "H-HIME-KUN!" Sakamichi screamed as he came, his cock spurted and the sticky white streams stained his own pants still tucked against his thighs and the front of Midousuji's blouse. Midousuji himself had paused, staring wide eyed up at Onoda with his pupils the size of pinpricks and cocking his head.... What had Onoda screamed just now? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------- "Midousuji-kun... I said I was sorry~" Onoda whined, twiddling his thumbs as he tried to tempt Akira to stop sulking on top of his bed, how many times had he apologised now for his slip up? The other boy just stayed where he was, hunched over with his arms wrapped tightly around his knee's and chin resting ontop of them, Akira turning around to hiss at him every now and then. "Gross-" Midousuji uttered with an unimpressed look before he lay down, grabbing one side of the blankets and rolling up in them until he was like a caterpillar all bundled up, back to Onoda he slid a skinny arm out of the blankets, reached over and turned off the lamp. Onoda's head hung and he sighed, oh dear he'd really put his foot in it this time hadn't he- Midousuji- kun seemed so cross with him and- "...Come to bed." Akira told simply from where he lay in his blanket burrito and Onoda beamed, hopping on to the bed to wrap arms and legs around his boyfriend bundle and squeeze tightly. End Notes //If anyone has any requests/nice things to say feel free to message me here or on tumblr. Tumblr: http://mewtt.tumblr.com/ // Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!