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When Yu emerges out of the bathroom in full maid garb, Adachi feels like he made a mistake. On all fronts. On one hand, the outfit is not at all what he expected, it’s more of an old school maid look with a skirt that reaches past Yu’s knees, but still too short to reach the floor proper even with obnoxiously white ruffles on the bottom (or maybe the kid is just too damn tall). On the other hand, Yu still looks good, the apron accentuating the wide span of his shoulders, ties driving attention to his cut waist. It’s infuriating, can this guy ever not look good? The point was to humiliate Yu, who so readily offers to cook and clean for someone he’s not even friends with…
Well, Yu probably does consider them friends. At least why did he agree to do something so utterly embarrassing so willingly? Adachi can’t help but feel outwitted. It was supposed to be something funny for him, but with how confident the kid is staring him down in that silly outfit, Adachi can’t help but feel that the joke’s on him. That there must be something he’s not getting and the annoyance of it is so much it must show on Adachi’s face, because the next thing Yu does is smile and that absolutely assured way.
“Expected something different, Adachi-san?”, there’s not even a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Adachi doesn’t know how to answer. There’s a storm of conflicting emotions rattling too loud in his head. Disappointment (For what? Did he really expect the guy to show up as some sexy maid from adult videos and dote on him? He doesn’t even like Yu that way, he’s sure of it, well, fairly sure) and admiration (Again, for what? Sure, the dress compliments Yu’s figure quite nicely, a usually baggy style of top stretched across his fairly prominent muscles, that apron accentuating his lithe waist, the swish of the skirt showing off just a little of those long pale legs… wait, what?)
“You’re wearing school socks with this?”, Adachi points to Yu’s feet, unmistakably still clad in the short white uniform socks he arrived in to Adachi’s place.
“Yes. Any other complaints?”,Yu might almost seem amused to Adachi, but the kid’s expression is always so hard to read. Only now Adachi realizes, that the kid put on a headdress too, a lacy band of some sort, matching the modest simple lace at the bottom of his skirt. His hair is still short and there is not a hint of make-up. It’s like he didn’t even try. Still…
Still. Adachi wants to say something, but for the first time in a while finds himself tongue-tied. What can he even say to make it all less awkward. It was his idea, after all, does he have any grounds to complain? “Do your thing”, is all Adachi manages and Yu just nods and gets to unpacking groceries he brought with himself. After all of whatever Yu has bought is put away in the fridge or spread across the counter in preparation for cooking (with zero input from Adachi, it’s like the kid already knows where everything is, which infuriates Adachi even more), Yu turns around and doesn’t even feign surprise at finding out that Adachi is following his every move with a shrewd distrusting look in his eyes.
“You seem tense”, Yu offers, “Would you like a cup of tea before dinner? It may help.”
Adachi wants to scream. He wants to tell Yu to get out and never come back. Instead, he sighs and sinks deeper into the sofa cushions, “Yeah, sure, whatever, I’m sure I still have some left”, he waves his hand dismissively in the direction of the cupboards and decides it will be better to look at a wall for the rest of this awkward affair he got himself into.
He wishes he could get up and get a beer without disturbing whatever it is Yu is doing in his kitchen. Or at least the remote, but it’s lost somewhere in his flat and it would be infinitely more embarrassing to upend the entire place in a presence of a person who offered to sort it out for him in the first place. The wall is not interesting at all. A beige that always looks covered by dust, no matter how much you scrub at it, so Adachi mostly doesn’t bother.
The clinking of tableware and the soft hum of a kettle are only interrupted by another question. “Any sugar? Milk?” Adachi is pretty sure he’s never even had milk in this flat, and the realization of his own incompetence mixes in with the annoyance with how thoughtful the kid is being.
“You already know how I take my tea, you’ve made me plenty before”, Adachi grumbles, and it’s true, Yu has a habit of offering both him and Dojima tea if they come home from work late, even if he knows full well that Adachi would prefer a beer and Dojima drinks coffee well deep into the night. It’s good for you, the kid says. Adachi doubts anything left in his cupboard can be good for him and didn’t yet turn into dust.
“Well, maybe you’re in the mood for something else? Something sweeter, maybe?”, the lilt in Yu’s voice is undoubtingly mocking at this point. Adachi feels like he’s going to bubble over with the kettle. He doesn’t dare even turn his head towards Yu, but the soft swish of fabric, accompanying his every move out and about Adachi’s kitchen, is starting to grate on his nerves as he tries to tune out all the noise the kid makes in his house.
There’s a clink of a cup being placed on the table that rattles him like a gunshot. Yu is suddenly in his field of view, bowing down before Adachi’s beat-up chabudai to place a steaming mug on it. From where he sits, Adachi is caught with a flash of perfect pale collarbones in the dip of a dress that would be normally filled by a chest with a cleavage. He doesn’t want to think about it, so he doesn’t think. Hey, where did Yu even get a coaster, Adachi was fairly sure he lost them in the move.
A coaster, a coaster, a coaster, not an infuriatingly perfect boy in a dress dipping his gaze down to the table to serve him tea. Not a boy who he’s pretty sure is flirting with him. He’s been outwitted at his own game, sure, but he should be angry, annoyed, he should reprimand him, he should tell him what he really thinks about this ridiculous ordeal…
“…Thanks”, is all that leaves Adachi’s mouth when he unglues his dry tongue from the roof of his mouth.
Yu raises his eyes and finally unfolds from the table. He’s laughing. “Well, you sure do sound like someone in dire need of a drink”, and then it seems like he catches himself, because he is stopping his laughter abruptly before shaking his head a little and going back to his work.
Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this, Adachi thinks, as he lowers himself to sit before a chabudai and takes a sip of his tea. He can’t really taste if it’s good, because it scalds his tongue and he sputters and coughs. Yu doesn’t even acknowledge him choking from the cutting board. Fuck this, Adachi decides.
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The dinner is probably good. Adachi still can’t concentrate on the taste from anger and embarrassment hammering in his veins. He feels his heart might burst every time he catches Yu staring at him expectedly, judging Adachi while he judges Yu’s cooking skills. He’s not much of a judge as he is, offering only the vaguest of impressions. He sure it’s good, as it is always, always the case with the kid’s cooking. At least it’s easy to chew without choking any further. At least the texture is nothing special to distract him from abject mortification he feels, sitting across that ridiculous boy in that ridiculous get-up.
Adachi barely even notices his plate is clean. Across him, Yu lets out a breath that almost sounds relieved. Yes, it was good enough that Adachi finished it. Yes, this whole ridiculous charade can be finally over and done with and never spoken of again. At least, it’s what Adachi thinks that sigh means. When Yu opens his mouth to speak, it’s not at all what the older man expected.
“I’m sorry, Adachi-san”, his voice sound small in the silence of Adachi’s mostly bare flat.
“What for?”, because Adachi would be genuinely surprised if the kid realizes how mad Adachi is at him, really. After all, the Adachi Yu knows would just laugh at him.
Yu’s admission actually satisfies Adachi for a second: “I don’t really make a convincing girl. And to be truthful, I didn’t really want to…” So he didn’t really try at all, that explains everything, this has all been some kind of stupid joke on both of them, a freak incident that got the best of both of them that will never repeat. But the next words are tumbling down, Yu’s voice growing more decisive with every syllable: “I am not a girl, Adachi-san. And I don’t want to be with you pretending to be someone else. And if you want me as much as I think you do, you should stop pretending I’m someone else as well”, and Adachi is pretty sure it would sting less actually being slapped in the face.
It finally bubbles over. Anger, disappointment, annoyance, shame, “Want you? Are you insane, brat? What is this all about?”
Adachi’s not sure if he even gets to finish his tirade, because he’s grabbed by his tie and pulled forcefully forward, until Yu’s face is right in front of him and the brat smashes into his lips with a desperate kiss. The edge of chabudai digging into Adachi’s stomach is not the only thing that knocks the breath out of him. It is also the way Yu kisses him. Holding him tight by his tie so he has no choice but to stay in place or choke himself with it, he crushes his lips to Adachi’s with such a force, he is sure that will bruise. When the initial surprise passes, Adachi is grabbing at the hand, holding him in place, prying it away from the wrinkled fabric until it grabs at his forearms instead, and the other hand joins it, and suddenly, Adachi finds himself sprawled on the floor, legs still half under the chabudai from where he fell, with a furious teenager straddling his hips.
At least he thinks Yu is furious, because his face is completely unreadable with his eyes concealed by silver bangs and his voice having taken on a quality Adachi would have never expected from the cheerful leader he knows. It almost sounds menacing, darker than anything Adachi has ever heard from the boy.
“What should I do, Adachi-san. What should I do to make you realize?”, he implores, but it’s more like he’s addressing the room around them and not the man afraid to even squirm uncomfortably under Yu’s body weight in case he decides to do something even more stupid and rash. Adachi knows, he should reprimand Yu, maybe even give him the “assaulting a police officer” talk, but he’s too shocked to do much of anything. He just closes his eyes and tries to pretend that nothing ever happened. Nothing is happening. He’s good at that, he’s always been good…
And then Yu starts moving. His hips come to grip Adachi’s sides proper, and Adachi realizes mortified, that Yu’s legs are bare under the skirt, save from his underwear and his short socks, under the bunched up fabric spilling all ways awkwardly, frills sticking every which way, it’s naked skin, the only barrier between them is Adachi’s thin work shirt.
Even worse, Yu is still holding his arms tight, and there is no way to wiggle them out of his grasp now. And what Yu does with his arms shouldn’t surprise him considering their situation (Yu’s situation, Adachi has nothing to do with it), but still his palms burn like they are scalded, when Yu places both of them on his waist. He wants to hiss in pain.
“Adachi-san. Adachi. Please stop playing with me”, Yu’s voice is still dark, but there’s an edge of a plea in it now. Adachi almost feels pity for him. He knows how it is, to want and be unwanted.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, brat”, the words feel gritty in Adachi’s mouth, it suddenly dry like a desert again.
“Oh, but I think you do, Adachi-san. The way you’ve been looking at me when you think I don’t notice. The way you basically undress me with your eyes. I’ve waited for so long for you to say something. But you just stare and stare and stare. I thought this was my chance to finally get you to admit it. And it’s entirely your fault it’s gotten this far. You really expected me to wear something more revealing, didn’t you, Adachi-san?” – Yu’s voice is steady, unwavering. He’s not going to back down.
Adachi feels he needs to tread carefully, “I have said it before. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
And finally, finally, Yu’s arms unlatch from his own, but he is so shocked, he forgets to move them from Yu’s waist, because with one hand, the brat is clutching at his chin, forcing Adachi to look upright, to meet Yu’s eyes if they were visible at all, and the other finds its way to the front of Adachi’s pants, where an uncomfortable bulge has been bothering him all evening.
“To think that you would only accept me if I dressed up for you, and you’re still like this after I’ve put in no effort at all. You can’t lie to me, Adachi-san. You didn’t want a girl. You wanted me. You wanted me all along and I’ll do anything, to prove it to you. To make you admit it. You wanted me to fuck you from the moment you laid eyes on me”
All Adachi can do is whimper. He feels pathetic. He probably is pathetic. And the pressure on his cock does little to ground him in reality. It’s always a wound to his ego to realize that he’s not as smart as he thinks. It’s an insult to injury to tell that to himself over and over. Something in his mind screeches and seizes and breaks, as he bucks up into Yu’s hand.
“Good boy”, Yu coos, but he doesn’t change his agonizingly slow movements, nor does he let go of Adachi’s chin. Still, the praise makes gooseflesh break out across Adachi’s arms. Only then he realizes, they are still holding Yu’s waist, clasped along the length of his apron tie, clutching with a grip that almost turns his knuckles as white as the apron itself. He should be ashamed for clinging that hard, but if Yu reconsiders and tries to flee, Adachi feels he might just die on the spot.
It doesn’t bother him, how embarrassed he feels about forcing them both into such an uncomfortable dinner, how his hips buck up into the hold of a teenage boy he’s been crushing on for months, how the fabric of Yu’s dress spills all around them like a pool of blood, immutable evidence of just how fucked up Adachi is, how the slightest bit of praise makes him melt into the touch of a boy he’s apparently driven mad with the denial of his feelings.
“Tohru, please be good for me”, it doesn’t escape Yu at all, nothing ever escapes him, he knew Adachi wanted this before Adachi was even able to admit it to himself. As a hand holding his chin moves to pry his jaw open, even as two slender fingers force their way into his mouth, all Adachi can do is whine and suck diligently at the digits on his tongue. He wanted this. He wanted this so bad. Not lying to himself feels so good that he might just start crying, making the scene even worse.
He doesn’t care about that all that much. All he can think about are the hands that plagued his most shameful dreams are finally on him. The weight he imagined crushing him into the mattress so many times, is real now, and he doesn’t even have to pretend that it’s just a shitty new way of coping with stress his brain invented. He must be dreaming still, he figures. That’s just another wet dream and he’ll wake up as frustrated and in denial as he usually does, trying to forget everything and wash away the shame in the shower.
“Please focus on your task, Tohru, you were doing so well”, is what snaps him back to reality. Not even in the dirtiest of his dreams he would Imagine the brat being so authoritative, the way Adachi would do anything if Yu keeps talking to him in his leader voice, Adachi understands why there’s an entire gang of teenagers under Yu’s thumb. It’s hard not to listen to him, when he actually chooses to speak. It’s hard not to want to please him. Impress him. And god, does Adachi want to impress him.
The fingers in his mouth are long and Yu grinds their crotches together finally. The realization that it’s not some elaborate joke finally hits Adachi and he gasps, letting the fingers moving between his lips deeper past his tongue. Yu hums something, pleased, and withdraws his hand entirely.
Adachi is so far past being self-conscious about any of what is happening, he’s not even surprised that what tumbles out of his mouth is “More”.
And Yu laughs, airy, “That’s what I wanted to hear. Now. How are we going to do this, Tohru?”, his fingers are caught unbuttoning Adachi’s shirt and his lips are so hot against the freshly revealed skin, kisses not much less possessive and bruising than their first one, teeth and tongue joining the assault on Adachi’s neck and chest. The words he speaks spread as shivers across Adachi’s skin. “How do you want this?”
Adachi is pretty sure he’s going to come just from the grind of their hips, Yu’s feverish breath on his skin, speaking praise and undivided attention onto Adachi, but he still considers the possibilities. The remnants of his dreams flood his mind all at once and he is momentarily overwhelmed by the amount of lewd pictures his brain presents him with.
Still, there’s one thing more prominent than the other. “Use my mouth”, Adachi grits out between gasps and moans because Yu is not stopping to wait for an answer, and still he needs one. Adachi is sure that if he betrays the expectations laid on him, it will all just stop. Still, in the position he’s in he can’t do much more than grab at Yu’s waist, any attempt to get under his skirt stifled by the overbearing sea of fabric he gets tangled in.
“Thank you for your offer. I think we should regroup”, and with that and a dazzling smile, Adachi is left on the floor alone, hyperventilating and shaking.He’s pretty much sure he’s never been this turned on in his life. His dick is soaking through his underwear and slacks. He takes the moment to assess the damage, decides it’s already too bad to bother and just shrugs his shirt off the rest of the way as he gets up.
His vision swims a bit as he moves and he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to stand with how lightheaded he is, so he’s really thankful Yu is not much farther away, sitting in Adachi’s place on the couch, smiling like a cat that got the canary, as he watches Adachi scramble to sit between his spread legs.
When he’s finally there, after what feels like an eternity of getting tangled in his own limbs and clothes, he’s met with another barrier – Yu’s damned skirt once again. The longer Adachi thinks about what he actually volunteered himself to do, the more second thoughts he’s getting, so he’s diving under the fabric like a child hiding under a blanket, thankful that at least Yu won’t have to see him be as inexperienced in this as he is.
At some point between the floor and the couch, Yu seems to have lost his underwear, so Adachi is wholly unprepared to what he sees. Under the tent of fabric, that is now hiding Adachi, are the longest smoothest legs he’s ever seen, even considering his affinity for heavily photoshopped models. What those models don’t have also, is a hard dick, twitching slightly as it has recognized Adachi’s appraising gaze. It’s redder than the rest of Yu’s skin and it’s also bigger than Adachi expected. Bigger than any dick he really encountered, even from adults in police changing rooms and showers. Base of it dusted with light gray hair, tip of it is curved slightly upwards and wet with precome, glistening even in dimmed underskirt space, and before apprehension kicks in, Adachi finds himself leaning closer, giving a small kiss to the head of it.
Yu gives a small gasp at the contact above him. There are no further instructions. The taste Adachi licks from his lips is not at all unpleasant, although he is kind of mad he can recognize and commit it to memory immediately better than any of the food Yu cooked for him today. Well, all the reason to get the brat to cook for him more. Eventually. If he lives through this, he notes, trying to run mental math of comparing Yu’s fingers that already been inside him, to Yu’s cock which hopefully soon will be.
Licking a stripe from the base to the tip seems like a safe bet. Adachi thinks of the things he’d seen, things he’d always thought he would like himself, as he licks in stripes from the balls to the glans, punctuating each long swipe of the tongue with a suck at the crown, trying to get acclimated to the whole idea of sucking dick for the first time in his life. It’s really not as big of a jump, when he considers it.
Well, it is, but it’s not an unwelcome one, he finds out, as he warms both himself and Yu up, just in different senses. And Yu seems patient and understanding, because he only twitches under the attention, no remarks to hurry up, no commentary on how he’s doing. Adachi cups his balls and sucks one into his mouth, and one of Yu’s legs kicks out from under the skirt. Is that a good sign or a bad sign? Adachi really has no clue. When he repeats the move with the other testicle, Yu’s hands come to grab at his hair, but are stopped by the ever-present fabric.
Yu groans, “I really should have worn one of the short slutty ones”, and Adachi can’t help but snicker.
“Maybe would have gotten me on my knees quicker”, is his response, and he’s not sure if he’s joking.
A short huff of a laugh from Yu, “I really doubt it. You are the biggest prude I’ve met.”
And Adachi really, really doesn’t want to think about that comment and what it implies. Instead, he finally opens his mouth to rest the head of Yu’s cock on his tongue. Please him. Impress him. And now, prove him wrong. All of these desires tangle like a knot of heat deep inside his belly and he’s pretty sure he’ll need to burn these slacks after all this.
When Adachi closes his lips around the intrusion and gives a tentative suck, he can feel Yu start scrambling with the fabric above his head. Seeing as he is distracted, Adachi gives in to an urge to fit as much in his mouth as he can, just to not be embarrassed later and immediately coughs in his over eagerness.
There’s light above him and long fingers come to thread themselves through his mussed-up hair, as he regains his breath. Yu is looking at him, he can actually see that from this angle, Yu is looking at him with wonder in his eyes. If there’s also a bit of mischief or pride mixed in with his smile, Adachi can’t really tell.
“Slow and steady, Tohru, relax your jaw. You can’t force those things. It’ll come to you with more practice”, the cocky brat actually has the gall to lecture Adachi on dick sucking after all. Like he’s the expert. Like there’s going to be any more after this. The nerve of him being absolutely sure they’re gonna do it again makes Adachi want to get up and walk out. Still, Yu’s fingers move to cup his cheeks and massage his jaw, almost coaxing Adachi’s mouth back open with tender attention.
With Yu guiding Adachi onto his dick, it gets much easier. Adachi doesn’t really have to wonder about speed or depth, he can just concentrate on hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue. Yu is much more responsive like that too, offering little “yes, like that”s and “good”s as encouragement, making Adachi go absolutely brainless with praise being heaped on him.
He wants to do more, still, so he brings one of his hands to work what Yu can’t yet fit into his mouth, and the other one to drag his blunt fingernails across the inside of Yu’s bare thigh. To his complete surprise, Yu is the one bucking into that, actually moaning instead of offering praise, and Adachi really, really wants to hear more of it this instant, so on a particular thrust he sucks harder, combining it with scratching Yu’s thigh and he is immediately rewarded with more dick in his mouth than ever before and a drawn out moan.
Adachi doesn’t choke this time, finding that the soothing of Yu’s fingers actually helped and he can relax better. Yu might have noticed as well, because he’s talking about how well Adachi is doing for him, how good he feels, and really, Adachi can’t take much more of it. He might blow a fuse from all these kind words. So he pulls entirely off and stares Yu down with the most disdain he can manage while having drool and pre on his chin,cheeks burning hot red, “I asked you to *use* my mouth, brat”.
“You sure? Because you don’t seem that sure, Adachi-san”, the switch in tone with the switch back to a formal name is telling Adachi that he actually got under Yu’s skin somewhatas Yu narrows his eyes.
And Adachi decides to push it, as he always does, “I will not ask you the third time”.
When Yu wordlessly motions Adachi to open up, he’s more than willing, because the quicker they’re done with it, the quicker he can forget he did that at all, and maybe even forget how Yu’s praise sounds and how his eyes look at Adachi like he’s the most precious thing in the world, like he’s something to be treasured and held dear. It’s unbearable. It makes Adachi’s insides curl up with something he’s never felt before and he’s pretty sure he’s going to vomit if Yu keeps being that nice to him.
“Don’t forget to breathe. When you can”, is the final instruction Adachi gets.
That instruction quickly becomes his lifeline as he’s mercilessly pulled forward and forward and forward until his nose meets the dusty gray hair at the base of Yu’s cock. Adachi is not even sure how it happens, and has no time to ponder the logistics, as he’s dragged back and forth with a hand in his scalp that grips so tight, it makes him itch. The burn on his skin does little to distract him from the burn in his throat, as Yu fucks into it in earnest, rapid jerks of his hips, as Adachi tries to hold on to the last coherent though in his head. “Breathe”, and he would, he really would, but half the time the head of Yu’s cock is blocking his throat and when he finally figures out breathing through his nose with moderate success, his eyes sting from tears and he feels so lightheaded he probably wouldn’t be able to tell the ceiling from the floor.
Still Adachi has enough presence to finally let himself palm his own cock, even if it’s pretty clear he’s not dexterous enough for the task of freeing it from his slacks, so he palms it through fabric, desperately trying to match Yu’s punishing rhythm in his throat, mimicking the press of Yu’s fingers at the start of this whole mess. He’s hazy around the edges and it doesn’t help that Yu starts with talking again, even if this time, it’s to a completely different tune.
Yu’s voice is that dangerous dark again and Adachi is pretty sure that he’s delirious because what he’s hearing from the brat can’t be real. Punctuated by thrusts, these words are leaving his head as soon as he hears them, leaving behind only pleasant numbness in his brain and cloying rolling warmth in his gut.
Something about how Yu always wanted to do this to him from the first time they’ve met. Something about how filthy he looks stretched on Yu’s cock, how being covered in drool and snot and tears fits him perfectly, how good he will look bent over a table, stuffed full of Yu’s length, how he’s made to be filled and pummeled into a mattress until he can’t walk anymore, how he was born to swallow Yu’s cum.
And every word that should sicken Adachi to the core is like music to his ears, it pulls him along with a promise, that this can last, this can be better, he can have more of it, any time he wants really, and when Yu is coming down his throat in thick spurts, he doesn’t even think of spitting it out. He was born for this, after all.
The way Yu looks at him through it, the filth seeping from his tongue and that last desperate “Tohru” before flooding his insides with warmth is what makes Adachi cum, still restricted by his own clothing, rutting against his hand like a horny teenager would, but it’s the hardest Adachi has ever came in his life, with lightheadedness finally overtaking him as he crumples to the floor, desperately trying to suck in enough air in his abused airways. He’s pretty sure he’s going to be braindamaged from oxygen deprivation for the rest of his life, he thinks, before actually finally passing out.
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When Adachi comes to, he finds himself tucked in his bed. Completely naked, yet completely wiped clean of any evidence. The lights are turned down low, but on his bedside table he can clearly see some things that don’t belong there.
First thing he latches onto is a glass of water. He gulps it down like a man out of desert. He immediately wants more, but is too tired to get up right then.
The other thing on the table is a note, neat scrawl of an honors student.
“Uncle called, I have to go put Nanako to bed. The leftovers are in the fridge, don’t let them spoil. I washed the dishes and took some of the trash out, hope you don’t mind”.
Everything perfectly normal, like all that happened really was just another dream. Except there’s a line, much messier and hurried at the bottom of the note, clearly a later addition.
“Next time let’s look for a dress your size”.