Sena winced slightly as he tried to fit his new pants for the new DreamFes that was happening later tonight. Anzu had apparently gotten wrong measurements for him and worked on his costume based on that. He tried to look for the producer but it seemed like she was too busy running around campus for preparations that she wouldn't be able to help him with this. That blue-haired guy from Ra*bits was his second choice, but the first year had taken one look at the fitting and promptly winced saying that he wouldn't be able to fix it without overhauling the whole thing, which led to him desperately looking for Kiryu. Who had just stared at him and laughed.
Damn him.
So he was going to go on stage with pants too tight on him to be comfortable, but not tight enough for it to rip out of the blue, thank goodness for that.
So the concert had finished, and he received a lot of odd glances from his teammates and instead of the usual backslaps that he got from his unit mates, he got his ass groped. More than he could count. But he couldn't react badly in front of the audience. That would ruin his reputation. So he glared at anyone of them who even thought about doing it again.
"What the hell is wrong with you guys!?" He screeched.
Ritsu smiles smugly. "I knew Secchan's ass would be delicious."
Leo hummed in delight. "Isn't it?"
"Wha—"
"Sorry, Izumi-kun." Arashi smiles. "It was kind of calling to us."
Tsukasa flushed red. "I apologize."
Ritsu was suddenly in his personal space, his face a scant inch from his own. "I've always wanted to—" Sena did not squeak. "—eat Secchan up. His skin always looked so soft and juicy. I wonder what he tastes like~"
Leo grinned. "Can I watch?"
Sen's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. "Oi, Kuma-kun! Get away from me!"
To no avail.
Sena has never hated Ritsu's weird schedule more than now. It seemed like all the strength had been leeched from his body the more he stared into those red eyes that seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.
He did not like Ritsu. Not even a little bit. Okay maybe a little. Just a tiny bit.
And then he feels a tongue licking his lips in a slow and sensuous manner, and hands roaming around his uniform and landing on his ass to smack it, once, twice, making Sena whimper.
Then it wasn't just two hands. Or four. It was suddenly everywhere, all at once. And knows exactly where this is going.
He doesn't think his ass would be able to take it, but he may or may not be that against it.
"Itadakimasu~!"