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Glasses, contacts, glasses, contacts…
It's not even a real debate, Koutarou's always preferred Keiji in his glasses. He picked them up from the counter and briefly stared back at the mirror, he hasn't worn anything this remotely feminine since he was in high school. The full maid outfit with the frilly headband, the low cut dress that showed off plenty of his collarbones and chest, the black choker with white ruffled lace around his neck, and the elbow length white gloves with matching stockings and garters.
Also lace white panties just to complete it all. He instinctively tried pulling the hem of the dress down further, but his drunk self ordered it a size too small and it barely dd the effort of covering up the tops of his thighs. There were other numerous accessories that were left in the box they came in that his husband was delighted to dig through, you have to wear this cat tailplug next time, baby! Next time.
Keiji's skin wasn't crawling with the urge to tear this off and rip it to shreds, but he didn't want to stare at himself too long either. He was happy to do this for Koutarou, even his husband swore up and down that he didn't need to, but that owl couldn't hide the obvious interest in those big eyes when he held up that tiny maid dress. Keiji loved to please his man and he wanted to try something that he knows would drive him up a wall, he could handle wearing a dress and heels for a few hours.
He sent off a quick text to his husband and received a dozen thumbs up emojis in return, putting a small smile on his face. They'd gotten dressed up and ready in different parts of their home and this scene was to start in their kitchen as Keiji would be making breakfast for his master. Assuming he didn't break his ankle on the way down the stairs because of these heels, he'll find some way to blame Kenma for this.
Whatever, he had to get into the role.
He pulled the various ingredients out of the fridge while humming a song to himself, his master would be waking soon and he had to make sure breakfast was plated before then. He went cracking eggs, mixing up the pancake batter, and went with bacon instead of sausage for this morning. His movements were automatic in a way, but that meant his head was clear, only focused on serving his master and his tasks throughout the day to make his life easier.
He laid out five strips of bacon on the pan and his stomach was already grumbling from the smell of food, it wouldn't take that long to finish up, be patient. Keiji was just about to turn when he felt a greedy hand squeeze his ass and let out a small yelp, only for that same hand to grope him again.
"Master, what are you doing?" Keiji hissed as he swatted at Koutarou's hand and sent him a glare over his shoulder. He could not outwardly react to seeing the man in a suit since this was his master and he obviously saw him in a suit every single day of his employment. Ugh, his hair is slicked back too…
"I woke up in a good mood! And I saw the prettiest boy in the world standing in the kitchen."
"That doesn't give you free reign to grope me." Keiji left the stove with Koutarou following right behind him, hands were soon splayed on his waist. This tight dress also made it a little too apparent that Keiji's stomach had gotten much softer over the years, not that it really deterred this pervert.
"I pay your salary, that gives me some rights to touch what belongs to me." Koutarou's low voice was right in Keiji's ear as he was supposed to be doing… something with this bowl full of pancake mix. But Koutarou was feeling up his sides and chest, his warm body pressed against Keiji's back and very purposely caging him on counter, this man seriously couldn't help himself today.
"Sexual harassment wasn't in the contract."
"Don't say it like that!" His master was certainly pouting now, he didn't need to see his face to know that one, "I see someone beautiful the moment I walk out of my bedroom and you're saying I can't touch you just a little?"
Keiji turned around to face the slightly taller man, he cleaned up well and smelled of his favorite cologne, he'd been letting his beard grow out as well. This was his boss, someone who could fire him at any moment because no one ever said no to this spoiled brat. He could find another maid by tomorrow, a younger and dumber maid who would be swayed by his handsome looks.
"No, now get out of my kitchen before I burn all of your food and force you to eat it all." Keiji sniffed as Koutarou's pout and puppy dog eyes would do very little in his favor, "out."
"Fine, fine! Tell me when it's ready, I have to look through my emails and uh… stuff before work!"
Did Keiji watch Koutarou as he walked away? Yes. Did his eyes specifically land on his ass in those perfectly tailored slacks? Also yes. He wasn't going to think about the loss of Koutarou's hands and how he wanted those fingers to slip underneath his dress. Keiji had to be professional, even when his master was hellbent was breaking every rule centering around personal space.
Preparing and cooking the rest of breakfast went without a hitch, he called for his master once the table was set and it took no less than two minutes for the man to arrive in the dining room.
"This looks and smells amazing, you should cook breakfast for me everyday!" Koutarou teased as he sat down and eyed the stack of pancakes that were marinating in a thick coat of syrup along with the side of scrambled eggs and bacon.
"Give me a raise and maybe I'll consider it." Keiji said as he was about to leave to go about his cleaning routine, but Koutarou took his wrist, "… what is it? I have to actually work now."
"This is work, you can sit on my lap and feed me." Koutarou grinned as he patted his thigh, "I'm asking you to serve me."
…
Keiji narrowed his eyes, but this wasn't too ridiculous of a request, nevermind the fact that a grown man is asking to be hand fed by his maid. Keiji let out a small sigh before acquiescing to his master, he went over to place himself on Koutarou's lap and already felt a heavy hand on his thigh. Keiji could ignore that has he grabbed the knife and fork to cut out a piece of the pancake and Koutarou's fingers traced along the top of his stocking, innocently slipping inside.
"Here."
Koutarou was too excited to open his mouth and let his maid feed him, all while his fingers slowly slid up further and further, underneath the fabric of his dress.
"Master, what did I tell you about touching me?" Keiji said as Koutarou was so close to outright feeling the lace of his panties.
"This also counts as work, you don't want me in a sour mood before I have to go to like, five meetings today, right?" Koutarou pressed a finger right on his cunt, "just don't get distracted from making sure I eat my whole breakfast."
I can give you something else to eat.
Keiji rolled his eyes as he subtly spread his legs a little wider and Koutarou immediately took advantage by rubbing over his panties. Keiji held up a strip of crispy bacon his lips as Koutarou happily ate it and went to push his panties aside, eager to feel his wet hole.
"Sir, that's… you shouldn't do that…" Keiji sighed as he felt those familiar thick fingers thrust up into him, he was already so fucking wet, there was barely any resistance.
"Are you going to stop me?" Koutarou murmured right in his ear, "as your master I can do whatever I want with you… and your pussy is taking just my fingers so easily."
"It's not… I'm not some kind of escort." Keiji hissed, now he was starting get squirmy and took Koutarou's shoulder as he ground down on his wrist, "this is completely unprofessional of us both."
"And you're still here, enjoying the ride." Koutarou kissed the shell of his ear, his fingers pumping quicker into him, "tell me you don't like it, tell me that your cunt isn't dripping for me."
"Master…" This was entirely obscene and humiliating, he should push himself off of Koutarou's lap, not entertain these perverted antics! But he was so turned on too, just looking down to see Koutarou's hand hidden by his dress, knowing what those skilled fingers were doing to his pussy.
"Keiji, you dress like this everyday and I have to restrain myself all the time, it's not fair to me." Koutarou kissed along his neck, the hickey left by Kenma had faded by now, but oh did that get him going once he saw it, "it's torture what you do to me, flaunting this gorgeous body in my house, saying I can't have a piece of you."
Keiji whined once his neglected clit was finally touched, a fresh wave of arousal zinging through his system and he didn't want Koutarou to stop at all. He knew that his master wanted him from the first day they met, he's not ignorant to the leering gazes and blatant flirting. Keiji just didn't think he'd fold so quickly once the older man got his hands on him, inside of him.
"So fucking cute for me, baby." Koutarou's heated gaze nearly had Keiji coming right then and there, no other man ever had him this keyed up, feeling so sensitive all over.
Keiji was just about to press their lips together when Koutarou's phone began to ring and he had to withdraw his hand, getting an annoyed whine out of his maid.
"Ah, I have to take this!" Koutarou said as Keiji absolutely spotted Tetsurou's picture on Koutarou's phone and he'd never been more pissed off at someone in his life, "thanks again for the breakfast!"
Oh my god.
Keiji extracted himself from Koutarou's lap as his master just went on answering the phone like he wasn't just knuckle deep in his cunt. He needed to find a shelf to dust or window to wipe before he nuked all of Tokyo.
He next saw Koutarou in the living room, sitting on the couch with his laptop and some television show on that he wasn't paying attention to. Keiji had gathered himself and calmed down as he went to load some laundry into the washing machine and he wasn't going to fall for his master's tricks again.
He was stronger than that.
He strolled over to the entertainment center that had their consoles set up, shelves full with blu-rays, books, and various things that needed to be dusted off. He really didn't expect his master to pay any attention to him since he was so busy with working from home, seriously typing up an essay on that laptop.
Keiji had his bright blue duster in hand as he started with the higher shelves and bent down lower, focused on making this place spotless of any lingering dust bunnies. Honestly when is the last time he deep cleaned… well, all that mattered was that he was getting to this now.
The small size of the dress made itself very aware as Keiji was trying to get into those corners after pulling out some books and his ass was definitely on display. Hopefully his master wouldn't care, especially since he's the one who was supposed to get Keiji a different uniform like last month—
"… You are disgusting." Keiji said as he glanced behind him to see that Koutarou set his laptop aside and his cock was in his hand, jerking off while watching Keiji clean.
"You're the one giving me a free show, sweet cheeks." Koutarou winked and Keiji just rolled his eyes, he won't engage again, he'll finish up cleaning here. Except now that he's aware and can hear Koutarou stroking his cock just a few feet away, this is so humiliating! He's not just an object!
Keiji gets on his hands and knees, dusting off even more as he's sure his perverted master can't keep his eyes off of his ass. How is Keiji supposed to work in this environment? This won't distract him, he'll earn his paycheck in the correct fashion… he's a maid after all!
"Don't." Koutarou said as Keiji was about to get back up on his feet after managing to clean out every crevice of this thing, "… crawl over here."
Keiji was about to protest when Koutarou snapped his fingers at him like he was a dog and gestured for him to hurry up. Well, Keiji didn't have to look happy about it, though the glare probably had Koutarou's dick throbbing and eager to fuck him. He settled himself between Koutarou's spread legs, peering up to see that smug smile and his hard cock being squeezed by his hand.
"Go on, service your master." Koutarou reached for Keiji's hair and pulled him closer, he then rubbed the head of his cock on Keiji's cheeks and pouty lips, "open up, don't be difficult about it."
Koutarou's grin only widened as Keiji did wrap his pretty lips around his cock, he tried not to groan from the taste of it on his tongue or the heavy weight, "That's my good boy, you can throw a tantrum all you want, but you know your place in my house."
That's right, he's just a maid who has to listen to his master… a maid who is squeezing his thighs together as his cunt aches to be full. Koutarou doesn't hesitate to push Keiji's head down so his nose meets the silver pubes at the base of his cock and his throat is stuffed with a huge cock.
"Fuck, you're great at this…" Koutarou praised as he bucked his hips forward, causing Keiji to gag a bit, "I should've done this so much sooner… not even bothering to fight back now, huh?"
Keiji couldn't reply if he wanted to, Koutarou was just using his mouth like another hole to fuck his cock into and there was nothing he could do about it. The fingers in his hair were too firm, Koutarou was getting lost in chasing his own orgasm from this pretty maid on his knees.
Keiji dipped his own fingers between his legs, pushing into his panties as he tried to give himself some relief. Maybe if he was fast about it, this orgasm wouldn't simply be robbed from him.
"Keiji, Keiji, Keiji… I love your fucking throat, baby, love how you can swallow all of me," Koutarou's babbling went straight to his head, the urge to submit steadily rising by the minute, "I've trained you so good and you look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth and fuck!"
Keiji tasted it as Koutarou came on his tongue, there were a few weak thrusts as Koutarou continued to hold Keiji's head still when he rode it out. Keiji was almost there too, just…
"Alright, get back to cleaning up the rest of the house!" Koutarou pulled his cock out and patted Keiji's hair, then adjusted his frilly hand band so it was straight again, "go on, I have a very important zoom meeting with coach Foster!"
…
"Yes, sir."
Koutarou didn't hide that knowing fucking smirk as Keiji rose to his feet and smoothed out his dress. He will take his annoyance out on cleaning the downstairs bathroom. Thoroughly.
Throughout the afternoon, Koutarou would pop up to find Keiji, feel him up, and disappear again as Keiji got snippier with him. This was pure evil behavior that his husband— his master was displaying and Keiji was going to implode before the day ended.
He'd just finished replacing the sheets on the bed when Koutarou strolled in, still too handsome in his suit, still too god damn smug for Keiji's liking. He was nearly tempted to grab this man and ride his cock on the spot, but he had to wait. He needed to be good for this underlying game they were playing.
"What do you want, sir?" Keiji's tone was clipped as he went to place the many decorative pillows back on the bed.
"You should take a break, you've been at this all day~" Koutarou smiled as Keiji considered throwing this pillow at him. For theraputic purposes.
"I'll take one after lunch."
"No, you'll take one now, go on, lay down." This didn't sound like a suggestion, despite Koutarou's cheery tone. Keiji dropped the pillow by the bed and went to lay in the middle of the bed, waiting on Koutarou's next instruction.
There didn't seem to be one as Koutarou hopped on the bed and went to make himself at home between Keiji's legs. He kissed along his thighs, tongue darting out to lick the garter belt, his fingers going immediately going to tug off Keiji's panties.
"Is this also unprofessional, Keiji?"
"Of course." Not that Keiji was making any move to push him away or close his legs, if anything he was anticipating this now that Koutarou's breath was on his pussy.
"Well… I'll just have to fire you for all of your inappropriate behavior today, I don't know what got into you, you're usually so well behaved and polite and—"
"If you don't eat my pussy in the next five seconds I will murder you, Koutarou."
"Your last employer told me about the mouth on you…" Koutarou snickered as Keiji just wanted this stupid scene to be over with, "luckily I'm kind enough to give you a severance package!"
Keiji was about to scream when Koutarou finally -finally- shut the fuck up and put his mouth to use where it should be. Keiji melted into the pillows behind him as he watched Koutarou push his dress up enough to reveal his needy pussy and licked into his pink hole.
This is exactly what Keiji's been craving since he woke up, but he knew he had to earn the reward of Koutarou letting him come. It always lingering in the back of his mind when they played like this, Keiji wasn't in charge of his own orgasm when Koutarou was around. It was only when his husband deemed it so.
And the wait was worth it each and every time.
Koutarou's thick fingers fucked into him, along with his tongue that knew just how to handle Keiji's cunt after years together, he went from having not a damn clue to making Keiji fall apart with a well practiced ease. His nose bumped up against Keiji's clit and his husband was moaning for more, he pushed his hips down on Koutarou's fingers and he didn't want to be denied all over again.
Koutarou could be cruel went he wanted to, oh that man had some sadism in him, but he wasn't going to draw this out, nor tease Keiji any longer than he already had. It was obvious he was hungry for pussy too with how Koutarou was groaning and moaning like he was the one getting eaten out, but he was that addicted to the sweet taste of his husband.
"Love this, love you, don't stop!" Keiji pleaded, threading his fingers into Koutarou's hair, messing it up as he wanted to pull Koutarou closer, needed that tongue deep inside of him. Koutarou was a dedicated man, he mapped out every inch of his lover's body and knew all the ways to please him by now.
There was absolutely no doubt when it came to marrying him.
"Kou— Koutarou! Darling…" Keiji moaned as he tossed his head back and his powerful orgasm crashed through him, Koutarou was happy to lick away at his aroused mess. It took a few moments for Keiji to return to reality as he blinked down at his husband and saw those golden eyes smiling up at him, fuck he's cute.
"How hungry are you?"
"… Not too… hungry…" Keiji replied as Koutarou was pushing his fingers back into him, "… why?"
"Since I don't have anything else to do today… and I've really missed playing with your pussy…"
Well… Keiji wasn't going to stop him from devouring him again.
"Wait, let me take this outfit off. I've spent enough time in it."
"Would you wear it for me again?" Koutarou looked so hopeful that it had Keiji softly smiling.
"Maybe in a month or two."
Slow steps.
»To Kenma 🧡
i didn't kill myself!!!!!!!!!!
»From Kenma 🧡
yay 💖
u owe me details nowwwww
bc why were you mia all weekend…………
»To Kenma 🧡
kou was
very very very horny
didn't think he'd be that into the maid thing
or maybe it was having some actual time to ✨fuck ✨ without interruptions
he's passed out now though 🚬
»From Kenma 🧡
pussy put him to sleepppppp
tetsu is also knocked out but his bedtime is like 8pm
»To Kenma 🧡
true
old man
»From Kenma 🧡
my old man 💞💞💞💞
ill call u in 5
let us discuss your sex life
and future plans 😈