Ookami/Mahou Arc

A Little Kink
A Mahou and Ookami fic by Setsuna Jikan

"I am not coming out in this!" Ookami said tersely, staring at himself in the mirror with growing horror. At Mahou's laugh, his bi-coloured eyes narrowed angrily. "I mean it you son of a fucking bitch!" he screamed, punching the door.
Outside the small bathroom his erstwhile lover had locked himself in, Mahou was longing against the wall, smirking slightly. Fiddling with a can of coffee, Mahou called through the door, voice lilting with amusement. "But Ookami! I want to see! It can't be as bad as you seem to think; you have no sense of taste to speak of!" Ookami bit off more enraged curses while pounding on the door. "Aw, but love, I thought you liked my cock! Especially when I'm thick and hard, ramming into you, hitting that spot with every thrust as I stroke your erection until you cry out and come, collapsing against either the bed or me." Mahou smiled when he heard Ookami's breath catch and pant, ignoring the bulge growing in his own pants. "Come on, Ka-kun," he breathed to the door, letting his blue eyes fall part-way shut as he pressed himself against said door. "Come on out and let me see you, let me touch you, run my hands through your grey hair and kiss your pale lips..." he trailed off as the door swung open.
Ookami stood in front of him, clutching the doorframe as he panted heavily, eyes glazed as he stared hungrily at Mahou, tail thrashing from side to side. Mahou felt his breath catch as his eyes widened, suppressing the urge to double over as he became suddenly and completely hard. Standing there, like something out of a porn magazine, was his short lover clad in the sexiest maid's outfit he had ever seen in his long life. And he'd lived in France. Letting his eyes roam down the black fabric and white lacy frills, Mahou felt his mouth growing dry at the hint of black-lace garters under the voluminous skirt. Lined stockings were attached to those sinful bands, making Ookami's already smooth legs appear to glisten. Black plat formed shoes raised the small Cercian up to the Sage's collar bones; thick satin laces wrapped around both calves to tie off at the knees in demure bows.
"Oh, god," he said lowly, moving towards Ookami, the coffee dropped inside the small waste bin without a glance. "I want to fuck you into the wall." He watched, amused, as Ookami's eyes flittered shut and a low moan escaped; his ears flattening and becoming hidden by both his hair and that small lacy hat. Mahou grabbed Ookami suddenly, lifting him up before slamming him against one of the walls, tongue plunging deep inside his mouth. Scrambling quickly, Ookami wrapped his legs around Mahou's waist as he hungrily kissed back, hands tangling in that silky blonde hair. Sliding his hands down, Mahou reached under those skirts to grasp Ookami's ass, toying with the ruffled underwear before moving it aside. Ookami bucked into the kiss, shuddering as Mahou's hands played with him. He grabbed one of Mahou's arms and tugged, breaking the kiss to suck hungrily on Mahou's lithe fingers as soon as they were close enough. Mahou had to brace his free hand against the wall, groaning softly as Ookami's tongue swirled around each finger, cheeks collapsing inwards with each vacuum-like suck.
Shakily, Mahou pulled his fingers away, drawing Ookami's head up for a kiss as he thrust the first digit deep inside. Ookami growled slightly, biting Mahou's tongue as he ran the finger in and out a few times, stimulating his prostate. Smirking as well as he could, Mahou rammed a second finger in with the first, scissoring the two apart as Ookami sagged against him, claws catching in Mahou's mint green shirt as he moaned helplessly.
"Damn...it...Mahou," he breathed, lips and canines playing on Mahou's neck with each word. "Please, just take me already." Mahou chuckled breathlessly, catching one of Ookami's furry ears in his teeth and tugging slightly, relishing in the strangled moan.
"No, love, just hold on a bit more." Slipping in a third finger, Mahou set his goal less on stretching Ookami and more on making the nineteen-year-old loose all control. Whimpering, Ookami was already thrusting down on his fingers, bucking against Mahou's stomach, precum getting lost in the frills of his skirt. He was panting harshly now, clinging to Mahou tighter, ripping both cloth and flesh as he lost himself to what Mahou was doing. Feeling his muscles start to tense, he tried to warn Mahou. "Mah...Mah...hou, I'm--hah! I'm c--" Mahou thrust his fingers harder, listening to Ookami scream as he came, back arching like a bow as he released into his damn skirts.
Still as hard as steel, Mahou cradled the limp boy into his bedroom, laying him down gently before stealing a chaste kiss. Dazed, Ookami tried to return the affection, keening slightly when Mahou's hand lightly skimmed across the front of his crotch, pulling on the ribbons that held the underwear shut. Tossing the ruffled fabric aside, Mahou broke the kiss to nuzzle Ookami's pale hip, nipping at the flesh before licking his already hardening member. Ookami gasped, back arching off the bed.
"Mahou!" he begged, weakly trying to pull Mahou's tight jeans off; Mahou laughed and shucked the fabric, pinning Ookami's wrists together over his head before plunging into that mouth. Grabbing a bottle of lotion off the bedside table, Mahou quickly slicked himself up, whimpering at the feel of his hand stroking himself. Rolling them over, Mahou positioned Ookami over himself and thrust in; they both cried out. Eyes still rolling, Mahou lifted Ookami up by his hips before slamming him down, moaning as Ookami screamed quietly. Bracing himself on his knees, Ookami took over, slowly pushing himself up before slamming down, rocking forward with each thrust. As he felt himself draw closer, Mahou took one of the hands that had been digging into Ookami's hips and fisted the kid's erection, pumping it in time with the wild thrusts; the other hand plunged into Ookami's mouth, stroking his tongue. It didn't take long for either of them to come after that. Ookami screamed Mahou's name, clenching tightly around Mahou's still pumping member; Mahou groaned out Ookami's name as he came, rubbing Ookami's sides.
Dead tired, Ookami collapsed, already half asleep. Groaning, Mahou removed himself from that tight body, pulling Ookami tight against him. Mumbling, Ookami lightly tugged on one puffy sleeve.
"I'm burning this tomorrow."
"Mmmhmm. Love you, Ka-kun. Night."
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AN: Man, I love these two. Seriously, this was fun to write. We are seriously so mean to Ookami! But he's really the only one who'd wear it.
My half of an art trade with San. Woot.
Sets, out!
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