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Kurou was caught with a skirt around his hips just when Kato went into their rooms. They both stood still watching the other.
Kato had a thought the fact that the boxers could still be seen underneath the school skirt was pretty unattractive. After catching himself, Kato simply walked in and grabbed the charger he forgot next to the bed, while Kurou was still frozen with his hand on the skirts zipper.
Kato then stopped by the door to give a one last glance and left without a change in his expression.
"Shit." Kurou cursed.
"Watch your fucking language!" Kato said from the hall.
'He must be angry if he's actually swearing back at me.' Kurou thought.
He discarded the skirt and grabbed his shorts and a t-shirt. After dressing up he poked his head out of the bedroom door and surveyed the situation. Kato was sitting on the couch with his arm supporting his head on the armrest. The charger he got and his phone was left on the coffee table, laying forgotten. Kurou went out with his barefoot and approached him without a noise. He went around the couch to stand in front of Kato. He was staring ahead into nothingnes with his legs crossed and his other hand tapping rythmically on his thigh. He wasn't even looking at Kurou right in front of him.
"Uh, it's not what you think." He said with sweat dripping on his temples from nerves.
"And what would I be thinking?" Asked Kato. He stopped the tapping and raised his eyes to meet Kurou's directly.
"I didn't steal them. They were given to me voluntarily." Kurou answered swiftly.
Kato considered him with a hum and raised his head from the support of his arm. He crossed his arms with a scowl on his face. "And the fact that my boyfriend didn't steal a skirt but received it from a willing girl is supposed to make me feel better, how?"
Kurou sweat dropped at his mistake.
Kato stood up and put his hands on his own waist in an intimidating pose. "I swear, Kurou, if you don't have a proper excuse, I'm chopping the owner of that skirt to pieces before the sun is set." Kato threatened with anger flashing in his eyes.
"I spilled some drink on Noguchi's skirt at lunch and I had to lend her my gym shorts somehow because of it. She said I had to wash it and bring it back tomorrow. It still has the stain if you want to check." Kurou spilled the truth like the whipped man he was.
Kato left for the bedroom and came back with the stained skirt pinched between two of his fingers.
Kato didn't like dirty things around the house because of his obsession with a clean environment he couldn't have had in his early years at life. Kurou was usually as clean as he could be while his appearence was anything but neat. Though Kato didn't mind his lazy look as long as he was keeping himself clean.
"Explain why you were wearing this, then." Kato demanded with an ominous shine in his glasses.
"I was simply curious how it felt." Kurou confessed readily.
Kato looked at him from head to toe and left for the bathroom with a simple "Okay."
The washing machine's sounds started before long and Kato came out with a smirk on his lips.
"Did you do something to it?" Kurou asked, apprehensive of his lover's methods of shoving aggression.
"Nothing special. Come on, we're going out." Kato headed for the door.
"Huh, where?" Kurou followed like a puppy.
"Shopping, of course. It seems we need some skirts around here." Kato's smirk widened.
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They came back home with two bags of various women clothes and the weird sensation of not having any leg hairs anymore. Kato enjoyed every moment of Kurou's uncomfortable fidgeting in his shorts while he himself was used to the feel of smooth skin underneath his pants.
They went to the bedroom to put the bags down and Kato immediately kicked him out to change. Kurou left to hang the skirt in the balcony and saw how small it looked compared to before. He decided it was fair for almost getting his balls cut off by Kato because of Noguchi. She deserved to suffer along with him.
He came back inside and the bedroom door opened to reveal a Kato wearing a plaid high waist skirt just ending in the middle of his thighs. And his legs were clad in thigh high transparent black socks that looked so lewd on his graceful legs. A thick thurtleneck sweater and his signature black rimmed glasses perched on his nose only put more emphasis on his cutting figure. The way he leaned on the door with his legs crossed on the ankle was enough for Kurou to lose focus for a few seconds. A few seconds that would have cost him his life if Kato was an enemy right now.
"Go in, I prepared yours as well. You were the curious one after all." Kato pushed his glasses back on his nose and walked towards the kitchen with sensual moves that caused his skin to peak between his socks and the skirt.
Kurou's brain jump started after hearing the cupboards being opened and closed behind the kitchen island. Instead of following the order to head into the bedroom he went after Kato like a moth to a flame. He went ahead and trapped Kato between himself and the counter. He pressed all his weight on Kato's back and nosed behind his ear for his scent.
"You're not going to change after all the trouble I went through?" Kato asked while pushing back on Kurou's crotch out of habit. "We even went to a beauty salon for a wax. And I made sure to get more suited underwears this time."
Kurou froze with this information and his gaze went down to the skirt. He reached down to stroke the black socks and dragged his palm upwards to lift the skirt along with it. His hand passed over a naked asscheek and revealed a thin thong resting just under the waistband of the skirt. The black thong matched the socks and disappeared between the two globe mysteriously. His cock jumped in his pants at the thought of what he would find between them. Kato decided to wiggle his ass and bent more forward to rub his naked ass on the front of Kurou's clothed erection. Kurou held the sinful hips in place and groaned without a shame while rubbing himself more firmly on Kato.
"Kurou." Kato was looking at him over his shoulder with a heated look.
"I think I like them better on you, now." He leaned forward to catch Kato's lips in a breathless kiss and pulled back before Kato could do more than a peck. "I don't want to waste your efforts though. So I'll wear them for you later, ok?" He kissed Kato's nose and pulled him back up to straighten and turn around to face him.
Kato nodded against his lips and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "I can wait for my turn. I'm a patient man." He then dipped for a kiss much more filthier than they just had.
Kurou couldn't wait anymore and lifted him up under his legs to wrap around him. And they disappeared back inside their bedroom. A thud could be heard from their combined weight dropping on the bed.
And a newly washed small school skirt could be seen outside the two grown up man's balcony, awaiting to meet its unfortunate owner.