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If there was one thing that Kanako had learned at the all-girls Catholic school, Ame no Kisaki, it was that girls were wicked, cunning creatures. Which was exactly why having Mariya walk around like THAT was such a bad idea.
The brunette glared daggers at passersby as she walked behind her blond lover. Mariya hadn't changed much since high school. He was still prettier than any girl Kanako had ever seen and as such, he attracted a lot of (unwanted) attention from men and women alike.
People who admired and desired Mariya's beauty. Beautiful means valuable, after all, in today's society.
People who had the gall to stop Mariya and ask for his number or flirt openly with him until Kanako's open glowering made them feel uncomfortable.
People who didn't know he was actually a boy beneath the collared crop top-mini skirt combination. Could that even be called a mini skirt? What was smaller than mini? What about... nano skirt?
While she'd been lost in contemplation Kanako missed the exact moment Mariya stopped walking and ran into his back, nearly knocking the short blond over.
"Watch where you're going." That sharp tone made Kanako's stomach flutter. That wasn't normal, was it? Then again, high school had skewed her perception of "normal."
"S-sorry." She could feel a nosebleed coming on. The combination of thigh high stockings and evening gloves would have looked strange on anyone else, but Mariya could have pulled off anything he put on his slender body. Though the gap between top and skirt exposed toned abdominal muscles, Mariya was still incredibly feminine, the majority of flaxen locks cascading around his shoulders with twin pigtails in his usual style. He was smooth and slender and mmmmph.
"Your nose is bleeding, pervert."
So it was. Kanako patted her pockets for the tissues she always carried on her and staunched the flow of crimson. "Where are we going anyway?" she asked, her voice muffled.
Mariya pointed to the pier, where the carnival had set up shop for the summer. Rides flashed with colourful lights and the air was full of the smell of frying foods and the laughter of carnival goers. Normally, Kanako would be thrilled to be on such a fun date, but with Mariya dressed like that... in a crowd?!
"Hey, wait up!" Mariya had resumed walking and was already halfway to the ticket booth. "Mariya, waiiiiit!"
'Small world,' Kanako thought sourly. They'd run into several old classmates, each of which had gushed about Mariya's appearance.
Why was he wearing that anyway? He looked like he belonged in a club or at a party, not out and about on the town.
When one girl got particularly brave, running a hand over Mariya's midsection and marveling at how he was in amazing shape, Kanako said, loudly, "The lines aren't getting any shorter, Mariya. We should get going."
The girls waved as they walked off and Kanako made sure she put a possessive arm around the blond's waist, though she removed it when Mariya looked at her sideways.
"You jealous or something?"
"No."
"Liar. I can see it on your face."
"..."
"Oh my God, Kanako, that's hilarious." He smirked and flounced his hair. "Relax. I wouldn't let these idiots touch me anyway."
Right.
Kanako actually wasn't one for rides, but she couldn't say no to the way crimson eyes sparkled as Mariya pointed to the largest rollercoaster—two upside down loops and a billion foot drop—and demanded that they ride it. So they joined the line and she made her peace with God with every step they made through the rope maze leading up to it.
Finally they were at the head of the line. The rollercoaster rushed by, kicking up wind in its wake and consequently lifting Mariya's mini skirt. He was quick to grab at the hem, but not quick enough to stop Kanako from seeing the cute polka dot panties that covered his cute little butt and she had to hold a hand to her face to stop blood from dripping onto her blouse.
Her head spun, likely as a result of the sudden and substantial blood loss, and she had to sit down.
'Is this how I die?' she wondered when a gorgeous blond angel stooped next to her, brow furrowed with concern. Golden tresses tickled her nose, smelling sweetly of strawberries and she smiled goofily. 'I'm okay with this.'
"Idiot..." People around them were murmuring, half concerned and half nosey. "Come on."
The world was a blurry and unstable place as Kanako was moved to a more secluded spot and had blood wiped from her nose. She had to blink a few times to get her eyes (not to mention brain) to register the fact that the angel was in fact Mariya and her heart raced. For a rare moment, Mariya's expression was totally unguarded, crimson eyes examining her with the intensity of a physician. He was completely and utterly gorgeous and Kanako found herself falling deeper in love with the little tyrant.
Just as soon as she had recovered enough to stand, however, Mariya's haughty facade was firmly back in place. "Great. Now we have to wait for the next group because of you."
"Sorry..."
"Tch. Come on. You're getting me lunch."
...
It was such a nice day they sat at a table outside, beneath an umbrella that cast a shadow to protect Mariya's fair skin.
Though he had said "lunch" he seemed more interested in the dessert menu and after a long moment of consideration, he ordered some fancy sounding dessert and a cup of tea. Kanako, for the record, got a salad. She had no idea how Mariya managed to stay in the shape he did with the way he ate...
"Mm..." Speaking of which, crimson eyes were closed blissfully as he licked crème from the corner of his mouth. Kanako's jaw dropped as he proceeded to devour the rest of his dessert, licking up the sticky mess it left behind and making positively indecent sounds. Wet heat suffused the spot between her thighs and she bit her lip, wishing desperately that his talented tongue was doing /that/ between them. Her fork clattered to the ground, forgotten, and it is as only then that the blond seemed to remember she was there. "What?"
Her nose was bleeding again. She excused herself and hurried to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up before returning to her date. Mariya gave her a dubious look, but didn't comment.
"How did your entrance exam go?"
Good? Kanako wasn't actually sure. She didn't feel confident and upon saying as much, received an irritated frown. "Don't say that, dumbass. I date the best of the best. You'll be fine."
His confidence, though voiced so callously, was heartwarming. Kanako smiled, hiding the expression behind her water. "How about you?"
"I got into three of the four I applied for. I don't think I'm going into the overseas study program; it's too much of a hassle. I'm still waiting on my first choice to get back to me."
Kanako breathed a sigh of relief. The overseas option had sat like a stone in her stomach and the mere thought of Mariya moving away made her chest hurt. Of course, she would never try to dissuade Mariya from something that he truly wanted, but that didn't mean she had to like his decision. "That's great."
"Tch. Did you expect otherwise?"
No, not really. Mariya got whatever he put his mind to. He was as brilliant as he was beautiful and Kanako would never stop thanking the powers that be for uniting them.
"...Why are you smiling like that?'
Whoops. There was no use being sentimental aloud; he'd just tease her mercilessly. "Did you want to go shopping while we're out?"
Mariya raised an eyebrow. "Did you have a place in mind?"
Actually, yes.
There was a little strip mall not too far from the pier with boutiques that had a wide selection of cute and exotic outfits.
Eventually, they ended up at a place that sold lingerie and the blond scoffed when Kanako lingered outside. "Are you going in or not?"
She started, quickly pulling the door to open and waiting politely for Mariya to go in first. The whole place was draped in lace and satin in a wide variety of colours. There were several young women perusing the shelves and a saleswoman greeted them with a bright smile.
While Mariya gave her an idea of what sorts of things he liked, Kanako browsed the aisles, her eyes wide as she beheld garments that she'd never even dare consider wearing. How did women even wear such skimpy things? Panties that were mere string, corsets that laced up tight to create the ideal waist, brassier that...
She paused, picking up the item that had caught her attention. This would look really... Really good on Mariya.
The question was: would he wear it?
...
"God, you're such a pervert."
That may be, but he was still trying it on, wasn't he?
Kanako held her breath, fighting against the nosebleed that threatened to send her running to the restroom for the umpteenth time. She didn't want to miss a moment of pale skin cupped lovingly by sheer lace.
"That's adorable," the saleswoman gushed. "That colour really suits you, young lady."
Mariya smirked, his confidence unshaken despite the fact that he was standing in the hallway in undies. "What do you think, Kanako?"
He faced the brunette, hands clasped over the slight bulge Kanako could just barely make out in his panties, and she suddenly felt faint. She powered through it, managing to croak, "Looks really nice."
"You sure it's not too small?" The little triangles of the bra he had picked out barely covered his nipples. In fact, the material was so thin, she could see that they were hard. It wasn't that cold in here, was it? Because Kanako was sweating.
"N-not at all..."
"What other colours do you have?" Mariya asked the saleswoman, smirking at Kanako as he spoke.
"I'll go and bring you a few more."
As her footsteps faded, Mariya strode over to Kanako. He stopped just shy of touching her, the scent of the strawberry bodywash he used filling the space between them.
"Are you sure it's not too small?" He bit his lip, tugging at the strap over his shoulder. It fell, and with it the cup dipped, exposing his nipple completely. "Oops..."
She was going to pass out. Was that the little minx's intention? Kanako grabbed Mariya by the hand, dragging him towards the dressing room he'd used. She bolted the door behind them, lowering herself to her knees and pulling down striped panties in the same motion.
"What're you—"
He was hard, the tease. He'd been getting off on her reactions all day if the pre-cum that dribbled from the mushroom tip was anything to go by. Kanako shot him a disapproving frown before leaning in and enveloping his manhood in wet heat.
Mariya released a muffled groan, burying his hands in dark hair as he pushed his hips forward. They didn't have long before the lady came back; she had to make this quick.
Kanako deep-throated his dick, her nose brushing against the golden curls at the base as she bobbed her head. She got a strange pleasure out of the almost suffocating sensation of having her throat fucked, his slow bucking serving to test the limits of her gag reflex. She dragged her tongue along the underside as she pulled away, swirling it around the tip before swallowing him down to the base again, repeating the sequence until she couldn't anymore.
Kanako pulled away, breathing hard, and switched to jerking him off to give her aching jaw a break. She focused on the sensitive head, pressing kisses around it as she massaged his shaft. By the time she'd kissed her way along his length and begun to nip and lick smooth-shaven balls, Mariya was whining and gyrating his hips, his grip on her hair tight to the point of it being painful.
"Miss?" Knock, knock. The sound made them both jump, though Kanako didn't stop moving her hand even as Mariya glared daggers. Fortunately, it was one of the stalls where the wall met the floor, otherwise they might have been found out. She tilted her head towards the door with a meaningful look and the blond made an exasperated sound before saying, "Can I have a... Minute?"
"Of course. Did your friend leave?"
Mariya bucked as Kanako licked around the tip of his penis, the silken feel of his panties rubbing against his balls as she fondled him through them sending a thrill along his spine. "She, ah, went to look for more stuff, I-I think."
"Oh, okay. I'll be right back."
By the time her footsteps had faded, Mariya's abdominal muscles were clenching, a low groan leaving him as he came in Kanako's mouth. The brunette didn't flinch as he grabbed her hair, relaxing her throat so that she didn't waste a drop. When at last he'd finished, Kanako sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she surveyed her handiwork: Mariya had slumped into the chair in the corner of the room as he tried to catch his breath.
Kanako popped a piece of gum into her mouth. Not that she minded his taste, but she didn't need anyone smelling him on her breath. She stole a quick kiss, giggling when the blond threw a brassier in her direction, and left Mariya to clean up while she took his purchases to the register.