AN: Based after White Lace and the idea of a 4 week round the world honeymoon or Asami's game of lets see how many countries he can fuck Akihito in in 4 weeks. I'm going to leave this marked as complete and just add to it if/when I feel like it. I foresee any additions being shameless lemon XD

I feel like Asami would look really hot in the sexy butler outfit. *nods*

(currently un-self-beta'd as I'm tired, I will fix up stuff in the morning~)

Also I like playing dress up and (un)fortunately Akihito is bearing the brunt of that *cough*

"This is ridiculous!"

"You should have learnt by now not to make bets with me, kitten." Golden eyes twinkled in amusement and Asami looked downright smug.

"And isn't this just cliché? Couldn't you have thought of something more original than a French maids outfit just because we are in France?"

Akihito was standing in the middle of their hotel room in a far too short and very revealing maid outfit complete with matching stockings and headband. The skirt barely covered the latest addition to his growing lingerie collection. Pink lace this time. Asami had seemed to take great pleasure in picking the outfit out from the fancy lingerie and sexy outfit store. He had spent some time with the staff going over outfits and various underwear and there was more tucked away into their suitcases. The original gag gift set had finally given up after all the abuse it had suffered. Asami had called the deal off and has been thoroughly enjoying dressing Akihito up each time they went to a new country. The costume was new though and Akihito wasn't entirely sure that he liked it. The predatory glint was back in his husband's eyes though so Akihito could only assume that he liked what he saw.

"What better excuse to get my little kitten into such a sexy little outfit. If we were at home I would get you to stay home all day just wearing that."

Asami stalked forward until he was pressed up against Akihito, both hands sliding around his waist and down to squeeze his ass through the skirt. His head lowered until his lips were almost touching Akihito's, golden eyes staring straight into blue.

"You would potter around the house, cooking and cleaning like a good little housewife and each step, each action just a little tease."

Asami slid the skirt up to around his waist and trailed his fingers down over the lace underwear. Akihito shivered and automatically reached up to grab at his husband's collar, needing something to anchor himself before he gets swept away.

"Would you bend over when dusting and give a little peak? Would you get down on your hands and knees to clean that one spot on the floor and give a little show? Stretch those pretty legs, arch that back and show off a little hint of lace?"

Asami's fingers slipped under the lace and he began to knead the flesh in his hands, pulling Akihito hard up against his chest. Akihito could feel Asami's arousal pressing into his stomach and gave a soft moan in response.

"Will you give me a show kitten? A little tease for your husband?"

He closed the last few millimetres between them and kissed Akihito before he had a chance to answer. It was full of heat and passion and Asami dominated the kiss from the beginning. Akihito's hands slid up from his collar, wound around his neck and fingers tangled into dark hair. When they parted, a thin trail of saliva kept them connected before it broke as Asami pulled away more. He pulled Akihito to the bed and sat down on the edge with Akihito standing between his knees.

"Keep everything on kitten but I want a show." His large hands were hot against the fabric on Akihito's hips and traced random patterns slowly up and down, caressing his body.

"A show huh?" Akihito gave a languid stretch, the skirt riding up his thighs at the movement. The photographer watched as golden eyes darted down to the hemline of the skirt, hands following to touch the skin of his thighs.

"You want me to be a little tease?" He turned in Asami's arms and started to sway his hips to an unheard rhythm. Akihito ran his hands over his hips and down over the curve of his ass. Glancing back over his shoulder he could see those eyes tracking his hands as they moved. He started to slowly bend forward, revealing the new pink lace inch by inch while tracing his fingers over it. Asami's hands joined his own and slipped under the fabric of the underwear to caress the skin. Akihito arched his back and moved the skirt up a little more so that his husband would have a full view. He gasped when he felt warm breath ghost over his skin and a moan spilled from his lips as Asami scraped his teeth gently over the lace covering one plump cheek. One of his hands sneaked forward between his thighs and traced along Akihito's arousal.

Akihito stood back up as slowly as he bent over and turned back around to face his husband. He found himself staring into pupils blown wide with arousal and a very obvious tent in Asami's pants. Moving his hips once more, Akihito began to run his hands over his chest and stomach, fingers teasing at a nipple through the fabric of the costume. He brought one stockinged foot up and placed it on the bed outside of Asami's thigh and began to teasingly slowly lift the front of the skirt. Asami's hands dipped under the skirt almost immediately and started to trace the lace again. Akihito wasn't sure how long he could keep this up. The slow, almost reverent touches had him hard and leaking and there was now a hand caressing at his erection through the underwear. The foot resting on the bed slid off and he moved forward so that he was sitting in his husbands lap. Asami's hands moved to palm at his ass cheeks before he leaned over to pull a bottle of lube off the bedside table. With quick motions he flocked off the lid and squeezed some out onto his fingers before carelessly depositing the bottle onto the bed. He reached back and one hand traced down the cleft of his ass before pulling the pink lace to the side and a cold, wet finger probed at his entrance.

Akihito moaned and sat up on his knees more so that Asami could have better access. He wound his arms back around his neck and one hand tugged at Asami's hair causing a deep, rumbling growl. Asami began to lick and suck at Akihito's exposed neck while he slipped another finger into the tight heat and was met with an even louder moan of approval. It was only a few minutes before Akihito was a moaning, wanton, mess. Asami shifted Akihito so that he could reach down and pull out his own cock and fisted it, spreading over the remaining lube. He wrapped an arm around his husbands waist to steady him and purred into his ear; "Work yourself open on my cock kitten."

Akihito reached behind himself and took Asami's erection in hand and guided it to his entrance. He lowered himself just a little and took just the head inside before sliding up. He had been loosened enough that nothing would tear but not enough to really lessen the burn. Akihito threw his head back as he carefully bounced in Asami's lap, slowly taking him in a little more each time. Asami leaned down to bite at his nipples through the costume and Akihito tugged on his hair again, earning himself a louder growl this time.

"Please!" Akihito gasped out, "Please, more!" He squeaked when Asami pulled him off his cock and abruptly stood up. He turned around and threw Akihito onto the bed with enough force that he bounced. Akihito looked up to see his husband wild eyed and quickly removing his clothing. The photographer flipped himself over so that he was on his knees with his ass in the air, back arched and face buried against the covers. Asami let out another guttural growl and fuck if that sound didn't go straight to his cock. He felt the bed dip as his husband crawled over to him and he whimpered when a hand squeezed his offered cheeks.

"Please!" He whined again and backed up against Asami's own arousal. He could feel it through the lace, hot and heavy, resting between his cheeks. He felt Asami shift and the underwear was once again nudged to the side before he slammed home in one forceful thrust, hitting his prostate dead on and Akihito was cuming immediately. Asami didn't stop after that first thrust and continued his brutal pace, pressing Akihito further into the mattress. Akihito himself just had to hold on for the ride, moaning and babbling out incoherently, already becoming hard again with the sticky friction of the soiled lace helping to bring him back to full arousal.

"Such a good little kitten, putting on such a sexy little show for me." One of Asami's hands moved from holding his hips in place to trace the soft fabric across his back. Akihito just pressed himself back, now meeting his husband thrust for thrust.

"Fuck! … Please, Ryu! Just, a little… more!" Akihito was pretty sure he heard a tearing sound as he was roughly turned over onto his back, bent double with his legs on Asami's shoulder and knees pressed against his shoulders. He slammed back in immediately and continued with the same frenzied pace. His face was right in front of Akihito's, sharing the same gasped breath as they both spiralled closer and closer.

"Cum for me Akihito. Such a good little kitten. So good for me. Cum, Akihito." Akihito was gone. Shuddering and twitching in pleasure for the second time he cried out his release, arching off the bed with the power of it. Asami groaned as he was pulled over with him and slowed his thrusts while he rode out their pleasure.

After a few minutes to try and catch their breath, Asami pulled his now softening member out of Akihito's slick heat and carefully lowered his legs back down to the bed. Akihito was boneless and panting still, the stockings laddered and askew with their rough treatment and there was a tear done the side of the maid costume as well. The headband was nowhere in sight. He groaned as Asami grinned down at him.

"Next time I get to dress you up."

"Oh? You'll have to win against me first."

Akihito threw a pillow at the smirking face of his husband and vowed that next time he would win.