Title: the perfect dress
Rating: M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Relationship: Akashi Seijurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Wordcount: 1331
Short summary: Chihiro is in a dress due to Seijuurou’s request, once more, for a Halloween-themed social event. It turns out to be too much (of a good thing).
“Don’t you prefer to undress me?”
Chihiro grumbles as Seijuurou slides a dress up Chihiro’s underpants-only form. Not that Chihiro is showing any resistance at the moment. He can only blame himself for this situation, for offhandedly agreeing to do something for Seijuurou in exchange for…being allowed to read a light novel in peace? Seijuurou slyly chose the time when Chihiro was most obsessively reading his novel to ask, that bastard, yet Chihiro loves him and will honor this agreement. Even if wearing a dress for Seijuurou is always a hassle.
…Yes, this isn’t the first time Chihiro has worn a dress for Seijuurou and it, unfortunately, will unlikely be the last.
“Oh, I’ll be doing that later tonight,” Seijuurou purrs into Chihiro’s left ear. “But anything that involves touching you is enjoyable.”
Chihiro shivers as Seijuurou purposefully touches Chihiro’s skin as he zips up the back of the dress. The fit is perfect of course.
“Creep.” Chihiro steps forward, away from Seijuurou’s touch and closer to the mirror. The dress is a dark red strapless ballgown, meaning the skirt is flared out and easy to walk in, well compared to a cocktail dress. Or a china dress. Chihiro isn’t sure what the theme is for this year’s event, but this is like one of those gowns one would wear to the opera or something, right? Not that Chihiro knows from personal experience yet.
“Hmm,” Seijuurou murmurs as he runs his hands down Chihiro’s sides. “Should be a little tighter.”
And squeeze his chest like a corset? No thanks. “Do you want to kill me?”
“Only after I die.” Seijuurou laughs. “A long time from now.”
Chihiro sighs. “You would say something like that.” But he also smiles.
“I love you.”
And then Seijuurou turns to the dresser to continue dressing up Chihiro. A silver wig gets attached to Chihiro’s head. Clip-on earrings are added to his ears. A necklace is placed around his neck. Long white gloves are pulled up over his hands and forearms.
“My princess.”
Chihiro blushes as Seijuurou kisses the back of his neck. Seijuurou takes one bow before making for the exit.
“Wait, what will you be wearing?” Chihiro asks, unable to physically catch Seijuurou, not while wearing this dress with its amount of skirt material.
Seijuurou winks. “Attend the event and you’ll find out.”
******
“May I have this dance with you, Princess?”
“Hmph.”
Chihiro has already lost count of how many demons, magicians, knights, pirates, butlers, princes, vampires, etc. that he has turned away. Sure this is an event where the rich mingle and make social contacts, but it’s also an excuse for the younger people of these rich men haunts to mingle and have “anonymous” fun. Until they post on social media who they were and sell rumors and gossip. Chihiro is fine leaving that kind of stuff to anime, manga, and light novels he consumes. Most of this life actually Chihiro rather leave to someone else’s story.
The problem is, well, Akashi Seijuurou. Speaking of which, where is his lover? He has not been any of these various people who have approached him with offers of dancing or toasting or work inappropriate activities. But he must be here somewhere. Chihiro had been sent a photo of himself standing next to the punch bowl, scowling at the “knight” trying to serve him. No comment was attached, so Chihiro isn’t sure if being caught scowling is going to lead to trouble later.
Well, Chihiro is who he is. He loves Seijuurou but not enough to change himself much.
“Princess, you no longer need that glass.”
“Huh?”
Who is making demands of…oh. Chihiro is immediately annoyed, because really? Chihiro is wearing this ostentatious outfit that completely negates his ability to disappear against the wall, and Seijuurou gets to blend in looking like another server? Acting like that?
Chihiro forces himself to smile. “Actually, if you work here…” His smile morphs into one more genuine when Seijuurou appears confused. “I need help finding the restroom. Could you guide me?”
Seijuurou blinks and then bows. “Of course, Princess. Let me show you the way.”
*******
“Sei, not there, ah!”
Chihiro moans as Seijuurou’s lips suck another mark on his neck. Seijuurou is very lucky that Chihiro is able to remote into work, but more importantly, they are in a restroom where anyone at any point could come by and hear them. Yes, Chihiro had asked Seijuurou to lead him to a restroom because he wanted to leave the party, but this is not leaving the party. Leaving the party, in Chihiro’s mind, is leaving this building and going home.
“Mine.”
Chihiro’s mouth is claimed once more in a bruising kiss. Seijuurou bites on Chihiro’s lower lip. His fingers dig into Chihiro’s shoulders.
“I didn’t…”
“I made you too pretty. I should have kept you at home.”
Chihiro agrees with that. “Yeah, let’s go home.” But Seijuurou keeps his grip tight, his mouth finding more parts of Chihiro that it wants to touch and claim. “Seijuurou, please.”
“Just a bit more.” It comes off as a whine, muffled only by the fact that Seijuurou’s mouth is pressed up against Chihiro’s collarbone. Chihiro sighs. Seijuurou is such a brat even ten years past high school, but Chihiro, well… He loves this brat.
“Alright.” He pulls Seijuurou’s face up for a brief kiss. “But you better reward me when we get home.”
*******
“Ah, ah, Sei, ah!”
Chihiro did ask for a reward, but isn’t this more of a reward for Seijuurou than for himself? Chihiro is the one being embarrassed, the one being fucked into the mattress while the skirt of this dress has only been lifted enough to allow Seijuurou access. Because Seijuurou said it would be hotter if Chihiro was still wearing the dress.
It’s certainly making Chihiro feel itchy and tight and sweaty.
“Please!”
Chihiro hates that he’s the more vocal of them when it comes to sex, but Seijuurou just sets him on fire. Meanwhile Seijuurou just fucks Chihiro like he owns Chihiro, like he possesses every part of Chihiro’s body, belongs in every part of Chihiro’s life. It’s not entirely wrong.
Chihiro lives with Seijuurou, wakes up in Seijuurou’s arms, eats meals with Seijuurou, travels with Seijuurou, shops with Seijuurou, does chores with Seijuurou. It’s not just intimacy they share.
But in the heat of this moment, it’s not like Chihiro can think anything beyond the way that Seijuurou feels inside of him, feels above him, feels around him. He is consumed by Seijuurou, he is born again inside Seijuurou’s arms, inside Seijuurou’s passion, inside Seijuurou’s love.
Tonight it may be expressed in a blazing glory but it’s not just Seijuurou’s pleasure that marks Chihiro’s body, covers his skin. Chihiro too, panting and groaning, releases. His mind goes blank as he spills onto the skirt.
“Perfect,” he hears Seijuurou say. And finally fingers touch the zipper.
“Hmm?” Chihiro murmurs as he lifts his body up. He doesn’t turn around yet, delaying the post-release kiss they usually share, because he wants Seijuurou to take off the dress.
“This dress was perfect after all,” Seijuurou says quietly as he pulls the zipper down. Chihiro breathes out, expanding his chest. The dress begins to fall down from his body.
Chihiro laughs. “You would say that,” he grumbles. But he turns around and pulls Seijuurou in for a kiss. Pulls Seijuurou in, falling onto his back now, as Seijuurou slides the dress off. It gets shoved to the floor, probably, while Chihiro continues to kiss Seijuurou. Legs now free, Chihiro tangles them with Seijuurou’s, bringing their bodies closer.
“Because you wore it,” Seijuurou continues as he unbuttons his shirt. It’s very Seijuurou to amend his words like this, to make Chihiro feel incredibly embarrassed.
“Just fuck me again already.”
Chihiro is nowhere near perfect. The dress is closer to perfect maybe, and Seijuurou might be the closest. But all three, Chihiro will concede, make for an amazing combination.