Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/3374108. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal Relationship: Arakita_Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato Character: Arakita_Yasutomo, Shinkai_Hayato Additional Tags: Crossdressing, Crossdressing_Kink, Boys_in_Skirts, Anal_Sex, Anal Fingering, Panties, Wall_Sex, Established_Relationship, Plot_What_Plot/ Porn_Without_Plot Stats: Published: 2015-02-16 Words: 1503 ****** When You Raise Your Pencil Skirt ****** by Zee Summary The skirt is tiny on Shinkai, this little black pleather thing, and any time he moves it rides up on his thighs. Arakita knows he’s staring. Notes There is nothing of substance here, just porn. Title from "Pencil Skirt" by Pulp. “But why?” Arakita can’t help but ask, even though he can’t take his eyes away from Shinkai’s legs and it seems dumb to look a gift horse in the mouth. Shinkai shrugs. The skirt is tiny on him, this little black pleather thing, and any time he moves it rides up on his thighs. Arakita knows he’s staring. “I had a good time at that costume party. Remember? I went as a policewoman,” Shinkai says. How could Arakita forget? That had been before they’d started hooking up, and it was--not quite the first time Arakita’d realized how much he wanted Shinkai, but it was close to the genesis of his feelings. He’d been distracted by Shinkai’s ass in that cop skirt all night. Now he wonders if Shinkai had noticed. “I remember,” Arakita mutters. He drags his eyes away, looking anywhere but at the skirt Shinkai is wearing now. “There’s no occasion for it now. So why?” “I guess I just felt like it. And I guess--” Shinkai takes a step closer, reaching up to wrap his fingers in Arakita’s shirt collar. “I wanted to see how you’d react to it.” Arakita is reacting to it, all right. He risks another glance down and can see the vague outline of Shinkai’s junk through the skirt--that’s how tight it is. “Turn around.” Shinkai smirks at him like he can tell exactly what Arakita is thinking. He turns around slowly, lazily, cocking his hips. Arakita steps back to get a better view, and yeah, as he’d suspected, Shinkai’s ass in the skirt is amazing. “Fuck.” Shinkai glances at him over his shoulder. “You want to? You can.” Arakita’s mouth goes dry. They’re in Arakita’s room, and they don’t have much time before they have to leave for practice; they’d lucked out today and classes had ended early. Shinkai must have gone back to his room to change immediately after their last class ended. Arakita imagines him walking across the dorm in that skirt, not caring who else saw him, and for some reason that’s the thought that makes his dick start getting hard. “Did you buy that thing so I could fuck you in it?” Arakita asks. Shinkai doesn’t say anything, just gives him a big, slow smile over his shoulder, then walks forward to plant his hands on the wall of Arakita’s bedroom. The angle of his body tilts his ass back, the material of the skirt stretching tight across his thighs, and Arakita gives up any notion he might have had of protesting. He walks forward until he’s right behind Shinkai, and slides a thumb under the skirt, brushing against the soft, hairy skin of Shinkai’s thigh. “Tell me how I look,” Shinkai says, and Arakita leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth while he moves his hand higher. “You look slutty,” Arakita says, and Shinkai’s breath hitches. “Like you’d be willing to hike up your skirt and let me do whatever you want.” He slides his hand around to the front of Shinkai’s leg, moving it up underneath the skirt until he can feel-- “Holy shit, are you wearing panties, too?” “Maybe,” Shinkai says. He pushes his hips back until his ass is against Arakita’s crotch, and he can probably feel the tent that Arakita’s made in his pants. “You’re ridiculous,” Arakita says, but he likes the way the satin panties feel against his fingers. He wraps his hand around Shinkai’s cock--it’s kind of awkward to do beneath the skirt, so he yanks the fabric up first--and he likes the way the satin feels over Shinkai’s cock even better. Shinkai gives him a moan. “I like wearing them,” he says. “I like the skirt, too.” “Yeah? Is this going to become a regular thing?” Arakita reaches down with his free hand to undo his belt and fly, letting his pants fall to the floor. He yanks down his briefs, too, so the only thing separating his cock from Shinkai’s ass is the slippery material of Shinkai’s skirt. Arakita pushes against him, the pre-come from his cock making the skirt wet, and Arakita likes that--likes that he’s going to fuck the skirt up before they’re done. “Depends on how much you like it,” Shinkai says, Shinkai giving him that kind of control makes something catch in Arakita’s throat. It’s hot, but it’s also-- it makes him feel all kinds of things, things that Arakita isn’t quite comfortable feeling yet. He gives Shinkai’s cock an extra-hard squeeze and bites Shinkai’s neck, muttering “Whatever” into Shinkai’s skin. Shinkai just laughs at him--he’s used to Arakita deflecting. “Where’s your lube? I want to do it against the wall, just like this,” he says, and Arakita saves himself from whimpering by sucking on Shinkai’s neck. “I’ll get it, just a second,” Arakita says. He reluctantly moves back from Shinkai and hurries over to his nightstand, where he keeps his slick in a drawer. When he glances behind him, he can see that Shinkai hasn’t moved. He’s just standing there with his skirt rucked up and his forearms leaning against the wall, looking at Arakita. Fuck, they haven’t even managed to get each other’s shirts off, and Arakita’s in too much of a hurry to care. He walks back over and pulls Shinkai’s skirt up enough to expose his ass. The panties he’s wearing are thong-style, and instead of slipping them off, Arakita just slides the string to one side. When he presses a first slick finger inside Shinkai, Shinkai gasps, and spreads his thighs wider. Arakita fingers him roughly, knowing that Shinkai doesn’t need this part to be gentle or delicate. “Yes, that’s good,” Shinkai says, his voice low and panting as Arakita stretches him wider. Arakita reaches around to grasp Shinkai’s cock again, stroking him with the same rhythm that he’s using to finger him. Arakita likes the slide of wet satin and lace against his palm, and from the way Shinkai’s hips stutter forward, he likes it, too. “All right,” Shinkai says, and Arakita slides his finger out. He leans forward to mouth at the same spot on Shinkai’s neck that he was biting earlier, and he can feel it against his lips when Shinkai swallows. Arakita tries to press his cock into Shinkai but the angle isn’t quite right, and they have to adjust, Arakita pulling Shinkai’s hips back and Shinkai bending over further. When they finally get it right, the tight heat steals Arakita’s breath away. He pushes in slowly, listening to Shinkai’s uneven breaths and ready to stop if Shinkai indicates it’s hurting too much. But Shinkai just moans, low and needy, and Arakita doesn’t stop until his cock is all the way in. Arakita reaches down to smooth his hands over the shiny material of Shinkai’s skirt, hiking it up further and twisting it in his hands. Shinkai’s still wearing the panties, although they’re completely askew by now, the material barely covering Shinkai’s dick. Arakita begins fucking him, moving his hips slowly at first and then speeding up when Shinkai hisses out a low “Yes.” “You look so fucking hot,” Arakita pants in his ear as he fucks him deep. “In your little skirt and panties--fuck, Shinkai--” “Yasutomo,” Shinkai says in reply. “I love it--love wearing this for you--” Arakita doesn’t last long. He can’t, not with Shinkai so tight around him and moaning his name. He’s buried deep inside Shinkai, feeling the flex of Shinkai’s muscles around his cock. He bites at Shinkai’s neck again, worrying at that same reddened patch of skin, and when Arakita touches Shinkai’s cock again he barely strokes him a couple of times before Shinkai comes, soaking his panties and Arakita’s fingers. “Fuck, you’re so hot, you make me insane,” Arakita mutters against Shinkai’s skin. It’s only recently that he’s been able to tell Shinkai honestly how attracted he is to him. When they first started hooking up, Arakita hadn’t been able to say it, had covered up his desire by snapping at Shinkai even while they fucked. Now that he’s comfortable enough to open up, it’s like he can’t stop himself. He finds that he wants Shinkai to know how badly Arakita wants him, wants Shinkai to know how crazy he makes him. “Yasutomo,” Shinkai says, his voice thin and shaky post-orgasm. Arakita fucking loves it when Shinkai says his name, and Shinkai knows it. Arakita growls and thrusts into him harder, his thighs slapping against Shinkai’s ass and that fucking skirt. When Arakita comes, he’s grasping the skirt with both hands, his fingers gripping it almost hard enough to tear. He thrusts through the orgasm, his hips moving in a stutter until he comes to a slow stop, his forehead leaning against Shinkai’s shoulder. “Fuck,” Arakita says, and Shinkai laughs. He reaches up to touch Arakita’s hair, petting him clumsily. “I thought you would like this,” Shinkai says. “I’m glad.” “You were right,” Arakita says. “Fuck you, you were right.” Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!