Rofl, uh, yeah. xD Rating changed, unless you didn't notice. I had expected it to change, since we're doing the roleplay in private messaging. xD Haha. So now it's rated M. Because of extremely suggestive themes, roflllll. xD But I hope you like it, here you go!
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He regretted it as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the mental image of his fingers bringing fresh strawberries to Roxas's lips springing to mind. The blond would wrap his lips around the fruit and Sora's fingers as well, careful to just scratch his teeth against his twin's fingertips as he bit into the plump berry. Biting down hard on his lower lip Sora shook his head, hand reaching for the railing of the stairs to carefully make his way down.
" Nah, you could be more naked. I could have given it to you without the panties. " He laughed as he told his brother over his shoulder, moving down the stairs easily. However, he knew how hard it was to move in those stupid ( yet good-looking on Sora ) stockings. So when he reached the bottom, he turned to wait and watch his brunet brother attempt at going down the stairs - very easily noting the sway in his hips.
The smile was ever so evident on his lips as his blue orbs twinkled. " Feed me? I wasn't planning on doing that, but now that you mention it... " He hummed lightly; but he didn't think he was going to. How easily he could just flick his tongue out and accidentally miss whatever it was he was feeding him, and end up licking his fingers instead. He'd probably end up getting ahead of himself, what with having him feed him food and in that scandalous outfit. " Hey, what'd you go out and buy? Besides the chips, " He remembered him buying the bags of chips, but he didn't see anything else he bought. " You didn't buy all junk, did you? " He asked, turning back to watch Sora. And, he still smiled at the sight. It was hard not to!
With a soft, exaggerated sigh, he turned and searched around for his phone, which he was sure he had left on the table. He found it within moments, fingers wrapping around it as he brought it to him and flipped it open. A devious smile was curled on his lips and he clicked the 'camera' button, it coming up within a few seconds. Pointing it at his maid uniform-clad brother, he snapped the photo with a soft laugh; saving it to his phone. Oh yes; what was this whole thing without a few pictures? It was to add to their collection.
" If you're gonna feed it to me, I'll let you choose then. " He said as he flipped it shut and lightly tossed it on the couch; resting his hands on his still bare hips, he noticed. He had temporarily forgotten about his lack of clothes because of Sora's not lacking in clothing.
Great, Sora thought, touching down on the last step with a breath of relief. Me and my big mouth. The mental image was back again, this time with Roxas eating things off of Sora's body rather than the brunet feeding him. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice Roxas's search and retrieval of the phone, the image captured of that of a maid-dressed Sora with one hand on the stair's banister, eyes somewhat distant and glazed, pouty lips slightly parted.
The automatic click of the phone's camera brought him back to the present, though, eyes going wide as he looked over at his twin. "You didn't," he groaned, though he knew the other had. Now he had evidence of the day on his phone. What if someone stole it and went through his pictures or worse, Roxas sent it out to people? Then again, Sora knew that the red-head that hung all over his twin would take manic delight in stealing his brother's phone and mailing it to everyone in his phone book, including people he himself didn't know.
"Umm - pop corn and some Dew and gummi bears and sour candies and stuff for home-made nachos and-" What? Sora was a trash compactor; he consumed. And no-one could top his home made nachos. Yes, it was just chips with all kinds of veggies and shredded cheese on top but they were specially layered for the ultimate in cheesey-goodness.
Huffing at that Sora kept himself from crossing his arms and pouting - then he'd really look like a girl. "How does dog-turds and hamster shavings sound?" He was thinking more along the lines of Chinese but the brat in him kept him from voicing it as such, eyes following the trail of Roxas's phone. "You'd better not show that to anybody," he warned though it came out weary. He was considering what his chances were of getting to the device and deleting the image were before being tackled. Not good, his brain supplied.
Cerulean optics rolled skyward at his brother's actions as he let out another sigh. He leaned on one of his legs, standing with his hip slightly out. " Geez, So. You could at least make it seem more fun than being such a miserable child, " he told him with an eyebrow lifted. " If you dislike being in it that much, we can go take it off. " He said 'we', simply because for this fact; he wouldn't be able to take it off alone. Even Roxas had needed help getting the outfit off when he had worn it.
His eyes glanced back over at the phone, a small smile gracing his lips. " I won't show anyone, I promise. I'll upload it on my computer or something then delete it from my phone. " And then once it was on his computer he could print it off and keep it. Yeah, splendid plan. " I'll show the picture if you keep being a downer about it. " He teased; he was taking much amusement in this. " You realize I was kidding when I said you had to feed me, So. I just said you had to wear the dress, that was it. " He pointed out as he moved from his position and flipped over the back of the couch, landing on the cushions. He was sitting on it in a way so he could still see his brother.
They still had about five hours or so until their movie, and they already played their game; they'd figure something else to do, but he hoped it would be sooner rather than later. Of course, Roxas could think up quite a number of things they could do; none of them very appropriate, so he wouldn't voice any of them.
He wasn't sure how he felt about Roxas having such a photo of him on his computer but it did make him relax a touch, knowing his twin wouldn't put him through such a social hanging. "Oh." Of course, stupid. Why would Roxas make him feed him; it wasn't as if the blond were an invalid. And it would just be weird since they were brothers.
Right.
Walking over to the couch with his arms crossed over his mid-section Sora flopped down - right on top of his twin. Hey, it's what he gets for taking up the whole couch save a small corner and leaving no space for the guy in the dress. Making himself quite comfortable on Roxas's mid-section he wiggled around a bit, turning to grin down at his twin.
"You know" he sang, the feel of his twin's bare torso against the silky black panties making his insides quiver. "The only thing separating us is a strip of silk." He was going for the 'eww, gross!' factor and was bracing himself for an attack of some kind, be it a shove or bucking. Hey, who said you can't wrestle in a dress?
Roxas' thoughts had wandered to things they could be doing; could be, but wouldn't ever, he was sure. His thought track was stopped dead as a sudden weight was on his torso. Sora was sitting on him. And he was wearing a maid's dress. Feeling him wiggle around above him, he bit his lip to keep himself quiet.
His face flushed darkly as he stared at his spikey-haired brother. He wasn't hearing things right. He had fallen asleep the moment he flopped down on the couch. Yeah, that was definitely it. He felt the soft silk against his stomach, and god that wasn't what he thought it was against him. " S-Sora... " He murmured, trying to keep his voice steady.
" I... I realize that, Sora. " he said in reply to the bit of there being just a strip of silk between them. He was totally asking for it. If he kept teasing him the way he was, his hormones would eventually overcome him. Even so, he couldn't - or rather, wouldn't - push him off of the top of him.
Not thinking too oddly of the odd tone in Roxas's voice - he was bouncing around on his twin's stomach/chest after all - Sora stilled, figuring that his brother was having trouble breathing. He didn't want to hurt Roxas, just tease him a little. He wasn't super-heavy or anything but did have a slightly larger frame than the other's 'girlish figure,' as he would tease.
"What, you just gonna lay there and take it? You must be really out of it today." Dear hearts his mouth was just giving him all kinds of mental images to play with; the more recent one of Roxas underneath him (much like he was, though with him in a different position), cheeks flushed and eyes dark with lust, his lips parted in a small o as Sora-
Shaking the vivid image away he brought up the concern for his twin instead, shifting his body to better face the other. "Are you getting sick? Don't you lie to me!" Sora added, jabbing a finger in the other's face. "We're not gonna have you passing out like you did at that Struggle match 'cause you're too stupid to admit when you're not feeling good."
More driven with the urge to make sure his brother wasn't pulling another Stupid Struggle Screw-Up, or Triple S-U, Sora didn't noticed how his body begun to move on its own. Soon he had one foot pressed against the ground, the other leg shifting for him to straddle his twin, knee digging into one of the couch cushions. Bracing a hand against the arm of the couch the other moved to brush the blond strands that made their home against Roxas's forehead away, blue eyes blurring before his own as he brought his forehead down to press against his twin's. Eyes sliding closed Sora chewed at his lower lip, trying to see if there was enough of a difference in their body temperature for him to send the other to bed. He does seem a little- warm..
His bottom lip protruded slightly in a small pout at his brother, face still flushed. " No, I'm not getting sick. " He managed, surprisingly without a stutter. Maybe sick of the fact that I can't have you, but.. He added mentally, going quite at his comments. God, was he really that innocent? He knew his brother was a bit oblivious and innocent, but could he hear what he was saying?
He relaxed slightly when he saw him move his foot to the ground, thinking he was getting off; finding out it was quite the opposite, as his other leg moved so he was straddling his hips. As if this could be a more awkward position.
And it was then, as he thought that, when Sora moved closer to him. And he thought for a second that he was going to kiss him; he calmed himself some when he mentally scolded, saying that Sora definitely wouldn't do that. He felt his fingers brush the strands of blond from his forehead before gently resting his own forehead against his. Roxas was still, a few images crossing his mind - none of them all too innocent, I might add.
He studied his face, being so close. His eyes were closed, and he was conscious of his biting his lower lip. A small smile tugged at his lips at how cute it looked. But when he thought about it, this was the closest he had been to Sora in a while. He had tried to distance them when he noticed his very unbrotherly feelings for his twin.
His hand moved up, taking a hold of the side of the brunet's face, moving him away from his own face before he acted on impulse. " R-really, I'm fine.. " He confirmed softly, cursing the stutter and hoping it went unnoticed. He knew he was warm, and that was from the flush still graced along his cheeks ( damn you hormones! ). If he was sick, everyone would be able to tell. Since the Triple S-U, or as everyone referred to it as, the 'Stupid Struggle Screw-Up'. It wasn't his fault, how was he supposed to know he would faint? He cursed the heat on that day. It just had to be hot on the day of the Struggle Tournament. It's what caused him to lose that time, too!
But if he was sick, you'd know. Roxas fell ill very rarely, meaning when he was, he was normally very upset and grumpy. And at the moment, the blond was quite the opposite.
Feeling Roxas's hands against his face Sora's eyes slowly slide open, their positioning and distance (or lack thereof) seeming to sink in only at that moment with his twin's soft blue eyes boring into his own. Not to mention his most personal of parts pressed right against the quivering stomach of his twin. The brunet's eyes go almost impossibly wide and his breath hitched, heat curling in the pit of his stomach and shooting to the warmth pressed against his brother.
"Okay!" The slightly older of the two went from near-motionless to breakneck speed, shooting himself off of the other and back across the other end of the couch. Lips parted to suck in hitched gasps of breath Sora fights the urge to simply run and hide himself away in his room and twists instead, legs closing sharply and both feet placed flat against the ground. That could have ended very, very badly - and it would have been all his fault.
HolyshitwhatthehellwasIthinking?! Forcing his breathing to something close to normal Sora forced a laugh, a hand raising to shove through his brown spikes. Unfortunately the lacy bonnet tied to his hair stopped them short, tangling in his fingers. "Yeah, you don't look sick or anything - stupid hair-thing!" Cursing under his breath Sora ended up ripping his hand away, fingers still caught in the lace and the tie holding it together tied up at the hairs near the base of his neck.
"Oh this is just great," he grumbled, freeing his fingers before reaching up and behind him to work on the tie. The distraction, as annoying as it was, at least helped him with one problem. He had no idea how hard it would be to hide a boner in silk panties and a poofy mini-skirt but he really didn't want to find out. Heart still racing he cut a glance to his brother, scowling. "A little help?"
Sora doesn't know if his twin felt the twitching to life of his rather sensitive origins but he's hoping not. God, how would he face him ever again if Roxas found out how he felt? He'd just - have to skip the country. That's it. He'd steal the raft that he, Riku and Kairi had been working on and sail off into the sunset, hopefully drifting to a place where people weren't shunned for loving their siblings more than they really should.
Roxas was silent, staring at his twin as he watched him fling back off of him to the farthest corner of the couch, get tangled in the hair bonnet, and get frustrated with it. Of course, the blond was mildly aware of the insignificant actions, as he was debating in his mind whether or not he had imagined what he felt pressing against his stomach or not.
He was curious and somewhat surprised on how he hadn't gotten one yet, mentioning it now. Maybe he just had good control, after knowing of his feelings for a while now; and having to force himself down every time he did, because he was afraid Sora would notice it.
A breath was taken in as he realized he hadn't been breathing for a few moments longer than he should have, realizing his twin was asking for his help with the tie behind his head. The flush in his face hadn't eased in the slightest, his cheeks still rather warm. He nodded his head after another moment, still staring at his chocolate-haired brother. "Y-yeah, sure..., " He murmured in reply, moving from his spot back over to Sora, huddled in the corner of the couch. He slipped one foot to the ground, leaning over him to reach behind his head - actually, much like their previous position. Except, Sora wasn't straddling his hips.
He easily untied the lacy bonnet, taking it in his hand. He set it aside on the table next to the couch, but instead of retreating to his side of the couch, he curled up on and around his twin, internally smiling. He was acting on his thoughts, morely to find if what he was thinking was true. He very highly doubted it, but it still gave him a reason to cling to him. If he asked why, he'd just tell him he was comfy for laying on. He'd never have to know the real reason.
Oh, and of course that thought caused a few mental images to spew across his mind. The brunet under him, lacking clothing, breathing labored as Roxas moved to--
Yeah, images along those lines. Naturally this didn't help his already flushed cheeks, and he attempted at hiding his face. But if he were to hide his face, he'd have to bury himself into his chest, and that would be slightly awkward.
Most of his frustration was on himself - how could he have been so stupid? Silk panties and Roxas's torso were a very bad combination to both Sora's health and sanity and he could still feel the warmth from his brother's body between his thighs, the bare skin seeming to tingle from the after-effects. It would be simple enough to fix - not more awkward situations, right? Right. The whole bet had been a bad idea and with his lack of layers his skin was hyper-sensitive to his twin's contact.
Turning his head as Roxas moved forward to help Sora ignored the heat fanning his cheeks. Maybe I can put it off as not feeling so good, he thought hopefully and started to speak - started to, but was stopped stone-cold when Roxas shifted in an almost straddling position much like he had been on his twin not moments ago. Jaw snapping shut Sora bit down hard on his tongue, surpressing a whine. He's freaking killing me here! Keeping his mouth shut and eyes steadily fixed on Roxas's chin- Don't look at his lips don't look at his lips don't...shit. Sora breathed a low sigh of relief when the bonet came free, twin shifting away to set it down.
"Thanks Rox," he mummered with a weak grin, shrugging one shoulder. "I can't ever put anything in my hair - it eats it." He started to force a laugh - he needed to be a normal brother, not a freak who is woken up from wet dreams of his twin - when the sudden weight and warmth from his twin pressed against his form caused the laugh to turn into a choking gurgle. Oh god, I can't take this- "R-Roxas? What - are you doing?" His body was still embarrassingly aware of the other and the addition of warmth sent a fresh wave of heat through Sora, the brunet shifting uncomfortably to try and get his front from pressing against his twin's stomach.
Sliding back didn't help at all, either - it only dug his back into the arm of the couch and caused his legs to stretch out before him, leaving little to no room between his front and Roxas's stomach. Thankfully the skirt and all of its frill and poof would help to hide his Problem, Take Two, though his mind was desperately trying to think of un-sexy things, like - crap, what did guys think of when they wanted to loose a boner? Baseball? All Sora could think of was scoring a home run with his twin and baseball was definitely not helping.
"Um, Rox, hey, listen-" Stammering Sora was a huge sign of discomfort. Sure, most thought that the brunet should have been born a blond but he was never that uncertain of what he was going to say or do and his mind was drawing blanks with coming up with an excuse to get his twin away from his crotch. "My, uh. Stomach's kind of bothering me and you weight a ton - mind getting off?" Bad choice of words, So. Mentally kicking himself at the image his words bring to mind Sora bit down hard on his lower lip, willing himself not to squirm.
The grip around his twin didn't loosen, nor did the blond make a move to remove himself from the brunet as he heard his protest and comments to get off. " Ehhh, but you're comfy. And I'm not heavy, So. I barely eat, " Which was true. He only really ate if other people made the food for him, with his lack of cooking skills, making him not that heavy at all. But not unhealthily so.
He could tell he was making his brother uncomfortable, with the amount of squirming. Though, the squirming made things worse, position-wise. He was aware of how close he was to his crotch. And even still, Roxas clung to his brother. " I'd rather lay on you than the couch. " He drawled out, tongue spilling the words before he knew what he was saying. He blinked at his own words, thinking them over before pushing himself away from his chocolate-haired twin quickly.
He couldn't have just said that. Hopefully his brother didn't see anything about what he said, but he doubted it. He was just glad his hips hadn't been near any bit of him, or else that would have been another problem to add on to what he said.
He shook his head slightly, hoping to have his blond bangs hide the flush. Although, red stood out against yellow and his fringe wasn't at all long enough. He sat there, silent for a few moments. He cleared his throat softly before standing up from the couch, making a move towards the stairs. " I-I'm just... going to go and have my shower now, " He murmured, remembering he had yet to wash up. It would hopefully cool him down and the problem he was fighting to keep under control.
That was probably the stupidest thing he could have ever done/said ( Well, not really, but still ). Sora's going to figure out, hate him, shun him, and then Roxas would have to run away from home or something. Or, he could laugh it off like he was joking. That always tended to work. Sometimes. Hopefully.
The comment might have been enough for Sora to go still and really look at his brother were he not so worried over his body's unsavory reactions to his twin's closeness. He figured it as his mind reading deeper into things than what they really are, a low whine vibrating in the back of his throat at Roxas's refusal. Any longer and it's going to-
And then, like that, the warmth was gone. A shiver raced down Sora's spine at the sudden lack of heat, eyes blinking at his blond twin. Huh? What happened? It had seemed like Roxas was content to stay sprawled on top of him like an overstuffed sofa. A pair of eyes so similar to his own stared back at him, expression reflecting what his own had earlier.
Is there...more to this? Licking his lips Sora nodded absently at Roxas's words before shifting his gaze to his twin. "What, after you rub your funk off on me?" The words had no bite though they seemed to hang in the air, the brunet unable to even get the lit to make light of the moment. There was much on his mind and the source of it was sitting across from he himself. Why is Roxas so anxious? He was fine a moment ago. Maybe... Maybe he shouldn't let his mind go down that path - it would make him hope for the impossible and just because he was sick and twisted didn't mean he had to let Roxas know that.
"I'll get out some games or something then," he mummered in reply, turning his head away. His body was still humming from the close contact and each shift caused the skirt of the uniform to brush teasingly against his thighs, sending tiny shivers through him. He could always pass it off as being chilled, if Roxas noticed. As for this...would take some thinking.
The blond didn't say anything in response to his twin at the comment he made. Instead, he headed up the stairs and straight into the bathroom to run the water for his shower. He made sure to set it to a cold temperature before stripping himself of his only piece of clothing and stepping inside.
The cold water was refreshing against his skin as he stood there under the steady stream. He released a sigh, cold water striking his skin and making shivers run down his spine. The cold stream certainly fixed his problem, although that didn't stop him from sliding down to sit in the tub and move his hand to help. He bit his lip to hold back the sounds threatening to emit from his mouth, throwing his head back as he stroked his throbbing member. A muffled, bitten-back, 'mm' escaped his lips, causing him to raise his unoccupied hand to his mouth.
He had to do something about this. Sooner or later, he's going to notice. And when he does, he'll be disgusted with him. Because of both the facts that they were both male, and brothers. It was just twisted. That was why he was intent on keeping it secret. He couldn't bear it if he found out. He couldn't let his stupid brain and hormones to get control of him.
His hand jerked once more before he let out a ragged breath, letting the water wash everything away before standing up and clean himself, shutting the water off a few minutes later. He stepped out, dried his hair, and frowned; he had forgotten to bring his clothes in with him in his rush to fix himself. He wrapped the fluffy towel around his waist, moving towards the door to open it and fetch some clothes from his room. He peered out and down the hall before moving out, shivering slightly as his legs carried him across the hall and to his room.
Letting out a sigh of relief as his brother padded up the stairs Sora flopped back against the couch, closing his eyes. That was way too close. Sora didn't know what was getting into him but it made him worry. He was getting...somewhat bolder around his twin, risking more than he would have before. It wasn't intentional but with the way he nearly dry-humped his twin not moments before proved something.
Sora was weakening.
Whining the brunet tossed an arm over his eyes, a leg swinging around to hang off the edge of the couch and shuddering at the ticklish sensation it sent up his naked thighs. Great. Not only am I a freak lusting after my brother, but a freak who gets turned on wearing women's clothing, too. The erection that he had managed to fight down several times in his twin's presence made its self known once again, straining against the silky black fabric of the panties he wore. Baseball, baseball, puppies and rainbows...
It wasn't until his hips arched and a ragged gasp was pulled from his lips that Sora realized the hand not been covering his eyes wandered, palm rubbing firmly against his front before tanned fingers curled around the silk-covered length. Letting out the breath his a ragged groan the brunet was quick to bite down on his lower lip, hand giving several more firm squeezes before rubbing painfully slow over the throbbing muscle.
Oh my god! Stop it, Sora!
He couldn't listen to himself, though. It just felt to damn good, each rub against his need sending a delicious jolt of pleasure curling in the pit of his stomach, toes curling against the cushions of the couch. Breath coming in hitched gasps the fingers move past the elastic band of the panties, warm fingers curling around heated flesh. It was about that time when the sound of running water halted, jerking him out of the pleasant haze. Fuck!
Jumping to his feet Sora bolted for the stairs, bounding up them two at a time. Gogogogo- Tripping several times he was nearly to the top when the bathroom door creaked, a rush of air ghosting at Sora's ankles as he froze. There stood the object of his affection, hair dripping and chest bare and in nothing but a towel. It was just not his day.
"I-" Voice cracking Sora's wide blue eyes drank in all it could, from the limp golden strands to the bare shins. "I'vegottogetsomethinginmyroom!" Letting the words out in a rush Sora dashed for the safety of his bedroom, slamming the door closed behind him and leaning against his, breath coming out in low pants. I don't know if I'm going to survive today..
Roxas was standing there, in the middle of the hall, silent and staring ahead of where his brother had been. Oh god, that didn't just happen. And right after jerking off in the bathroom, great. Yeah, he had perfect timing. He ran a hand through his still sopping wet blond locks, letting out an aggravated sigh. But why had Sora seemed so flustered? He had seen him naked plenty of times, living in the same house and all. And he hadn't acted any differently.
His feet moved again after a few moments, pulling open the door to his room and fetching some clothes. He slipped on some new garments easily and quickly, discarding the towel. He was now donned in a white graphic tee, words and symbols splashed on the front, accompanied by loose-fitting shorts. He quickly ruffled his hair with the towel, though it was still somewhat damp as he left his room.
Instead of making his way downstairs again to wait or lounge around, he went to the room Sora had disappeared into. He hesitated in front of the door, hand lingering over it to knock. He let his hand fall, tapping softly against the wood. " Sora? " He called softly through the wood of the door, hoping he'd hear him.
" I didn't win that bet for you to hide in your room, come out. " He demanded, though tone soft. He didn't care what he was doing in there, either he came out or he was going in. He wouldn't mind it either way. In Sora's smaller room, or the spacious-ness of the rest of the house. Hm.
At the moment, he was trying to form some sort of plan or something to be able to be close to him. I know, right, twisted. After fixing himself in the bathroom after their episode downstairs, he wanted more? Yeah. That's what happens when you're like him. Well, and Sora was just that irresistible. He'd find a way to fix his problem, just.. not tonight. Tonight he'd savor being in his twin's presence, regardless of whether it was simply sitting around or like it had been earlier on the couch ( though he highly doubted that happening again ).
Back pressed firmly against the back of his door Sora considered the chances of Roxas leaving him alone long enough to either take care of his problem or will it away when there was knock quite close to his ear. He wasn't proud of the squeak forced from his lips but there wasn't anyone there to witness it and hopefully Roxas didn't hear it through the door. "W-what do you want?" The question came out more breathy than he meant it too and Sora swallowed hard, licking his dry lips afterwards.
He's going to be the death of me, Sora thought crossly as his brother spoke through the wood, looking down at his problem - or rather, the skirt currently hiding his problem. There was no way he'd be able to do anything to get rid of it before Roxas got impatient. "I guess this maid gets no breaks, huh?" he tried weakly though he doubted that excuse would fly - he hadn't done much of any work save for cooking breakfast and going out shopping and that was before their bet a couple of hours ago.
Sighing Sora gave himself a moment, closing his eyes. Alright, piece of cake - I'll just have to ignore it until it goes away. And not tip Roxas off. He frowned. That just means - no hugging, tackling, bending over, sitting with my legs spread, sitting without my arms or something to hold the skirt down over it, letting myself think of Roxas in a towel- Shaking away that train of thought Sora straightened his back, nodding to himself. "Alright So, you can do this," he muttered, giving himself a mental cheer before moving away from the door.
The click of the catch turning in the lock seemed unreasonably loud in Sora's ears as he opened the door to his room, brown spikes poking out as he stuck out his head to give his twin a sheepish grin. "I was, uh, hoping to change into a normal pair of underwear," he mumbled, face quite flushed. I'm gonna die.
" Nope, no breaks for this maid, " He smiled to his twin as he saw the door opening, meeting with Sora's flushed face. He let himself raise an eyebrow at him, standing back as he looked at him through the small of the door that he had opened. " Change them? But then you wouldn't be wearing the full outfit. Nope, you gotta wear it all - panties and garter and everything. 'Sides, doesn't the silk feel nice? " He said it as if it was a casual thing.
In truth, he actually thought they felt nice too. That was the only part of the outfit he liked, was the feel of the silk against his skin. And he had pleasantly been able to remember what it felt like when Sora had been sitting on him, pressed against his bare stomach.
No! No thoughts of that now; he had to forget that, for the moment. " Just deal with it for the night. You'll forget you're wearing them soon, " He explained, speaking from experience. He had gotten used to them after the first ten minutes or so. He was also saying that because like Sora mentioned before about his ass half-sticking out, they looked nice on him. Well, in his mind. And his mind was twisted, so.
" It's about... what, six o'clock now? You've only got a few more hours to go." He informed him, estimating at the time. He was mentally cheering for his ability to control himself and his hormones, or else he was sure things would have escalated and ended differently.
Slowly moving from behind the door Sora's hands moved to the hem of the skirt, tugging them down. Easy for you to say, he thought crossly, grinding his teeth together as each step caused the silk to stretch and rub against his need. You've never had a boner in this thing. Sora kept his thoughts to himself, though, nodding instead. There was no point in arguing - his twin would just push and push until he was prancing around the house again- Ugh, no prancing, either,
"I should call the union on you," he joked weakly, taking careful steps out and into the hall. He was much like the passive maid now than he had been earlier, head slightly bowed and cheeks flushed. If anyone saw me now they'd never believe it, he thought absently as he tried to get his mind off of the brushing of lace against his thighs and the steady friction of the silk against his skin.
This is driving me nuts! Grasping a hold of the railing of the steps Sora took a shaky breath. He still had to prepare snacks for them and whatever else Roxas could think of to get him to do. All of which required moving Sora could just picture himself walking with a tray of nacho-goodness and being overcome by the friction and dropping to the ground, groaning and shuddering in a mess of shredded cheese and peppers. What if - I come with him there? The idea of his twin in the same room as he reached his peak was enough to make the brunet double-over, nearly taking a header down the stairs. A firm grip on the railing kept him from loosing his balance completely and Sora decided to keep those thoughts for when he was on the grou-away, at least until he was alone.
Stepping down off the last stair Sora breathed a slight sigh, relaxing a touch. The steady rub of the tops of his inner thighs brushing against himself was maddening and he'd have to do something about the insistent pulsing between his legs if he wanted to go up to his room for anything again. The brunet made straight for the couch, sitting with greater relief and his hands firmly over his lap. "Um - soooo - w-what now?"
Roxas followed down after his twin, padding softly down the stairs and back into the living room again; where his brother was already seated. His blond locks were starting to spring up like they usually did as they dried. He held back a soft snicker as he watched him, and the way he sat. " Nice way of sitting there, So. " He teased, moving over to stand beside the couch.
" Well... we've played video games, and the movie isn't on for another two hours.. " He contemplated, trying to think of something they could do. Well, trying to think of something that wasn't completely twisted and in relation to anything sexual. He frowned when he couldn't. " So, I'm not much of an idea person here. " He reminded him, the statement being completely true.
And, an idea came to him as he was staring at his twin in the dress. " Okay, I got it. To make things fair for me making you wear that dress, you can ask anything of me. Whether it's to do something for you or yeah. Just like one of our bets, " Yeah, nice isn't he? Even after winning that bet he was going to allow Sora a chance to sort of redeem himself. " But uhh, nothing about your dress. " He said with a smile. " It's fair then, right? "
He hadn't been paying much attention, so he didn't notice his brother's awkwardness in his actions and such. Of course, after being refreshed, he wouldn't notice.
"Shut it," he grumbled unhappily, looking down at the strip of skin of his exposed thighs before reaching the top of the tights. At Roxas's words the brunet sent his brother a skeptical look. "Anything?" He had a request to change on the tip of his tongue when the blond added a nasty little tidbit at the end. Of course - he has to be able to watch my humiliation.
Allowing himself a moment or two to sulk Sora considered his options. He could Ask for some time alone, though somehow he didn't think that would fly with his twin. Not to mention that a request of that sort would raise suspicion. He could always insist that Roxas serve himself for the rest of the night rather than have he himself fluttering around to do so but that seemed too simple.
Head tilted and eyes unfocused as he considered something brilliant popped into his mind, a slow and decidedly evil grin stretching across his lips. "Oh Roxas," he sang, gaze shifting to his 'little' brother. "You still have that speedo mom got you two summers ago, don't you?"
Sora remembered the infamous bright-red Speedo well. When his twin had tried it on at the insistence of their mother Sora nearly choked on the tea he had been drinking. Even though it wasn't a perfect fit it left nothing to the imagination, to say the least, and the pair of them had grown since then. "If I have to wear this, then you should go squeeze into that. It's only fair," he hummed, throwing his twin's words back at him. It wouldn't help with his insistent problem but it would be entertaining, to say the least.
Roxas froze at the mention of the speedo. He just had to be nice and say that. A frowned, but he knew it would have no effect. His brother would be intent on him going and wearing it. And since he had offered it, he couldn't exactly turn it down or take it back.
But that speedo was death. It was worse than the dress. He would wear that dress over that small thing any day. It had been small on him then, and it would be smaller now. That, and it gave everyone a nice view of him. Cheeks pink, he huffed at his brother slightly before turning on his heel towards the stairs.
" Fine.. I'll be down in a minute, " He muttered, disappearing up the steps and into his room. A few minutes was spent rooting around in his drawers for the red swimsuit, finding it and slipping his new clothes off. He frowned at the small thing before putting it on. He scowled at the smallness of it, and only hoped to God that Sora didn't do anything dirty in that dress. If he did, he'd be in trouble. Hopefully, he'd just sit around there on the couch or something. Just.. nothing that gave him bad thoughts.
He stood there in his room, not wanting to exit with the way he was dressed, but he eventually let out a sigh a pulled the door to his room open. His feet padded gently against the steps of the stairs as he descended, pouting slightly with pink cheeks. This definitely isn't fair. I'm much more exposed than he is! But he couldn't complain, he had offered it in the first place. " This thing is much smaller than it was two summers ago, I'll have you know, " He threw at his brother as the neared, hands held in front of him in an attempt to even slightly cover himself. He felt way too exposed to his liking. And in front of his brother too!
Watching as his twin stalked up the steps Sora grinned to himself, chuckling lightly. Well, now I won't be the only one embarrassed, he thought, though his gaze flickered down to the bulge still present. Pulling the skirt up he scowled down at the annoyance. "Now listen, you," he whispered, knowing that his brother couldn't hear but not exactly wanting to yell. "You are going to have to behave. Or go down or something. I can't very well do anything unless you do."
No response. Of course.
Sighing Sora glanced up the stairs, considering his options. He knew it would take a while for his twin to find the scrap of cloth but he doubted it would take as long as he needed. Figuring that he'd have to suffer his frustration longer Sora grabbed the remote, flipping channels until he heard his twin come down the stairs once again, glancing up from the TV...and staring. And staring. And shaking his head to try and stop staring at the very much nearly nude Roxas in front of him.
"O - of course it has," the brunet managed to stammer with a snort, tossing the remote and tearing his eyes away from his twin's form. "Don't we make a special pair; you in a Speedo and me in a dress." He managed a tight laugh. I just had to ask for that damn Speedo, he thought crossly, a leg shifting to fold over the other in a rather feminine manner. The motion caused more tightness and rubbing but allowed him to keep his hands free, even if it did show off a lot of leg. "Alright, Roxas, now we're even."
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