Gunter wants Gwendal in a Maid Dress!
"Gunter, what the hell is wrong with you?" Gwendal growled. "Gunter must be insane. Gunter wants me to wear that. Why in seven hells would I wear that?" he thought angrily.
"Oh, come on! It would look so cute on you!" Gunter gushed. The "it" in question was a green and white and oh-so-frilly maid dress. "Not to mention incredibly sexy" Gunter added with a wink.
"No. No way. Never." Gwendal snarled.
"Well, if that's the case…" Gunter sighed. He proudly walked to his closet, pulling out a whip and a thick packet of photos of Gwendal naked in compromising positions. "Take your choice. Physical torture, or blackmail?", Gunter chuckled, smirking evilly.
"Damn him. Damn him and his evil tendencies. And damn Yuuri for giving that devil a camera!" Gwendal thought, enraged. "Fine. I'll wear the dress" he groaned in a defeated voice.
"Oh, goodie!" Gunter exclaimed, clapping and thrusting the dress at Gwendal.
"I can't believe I'm doing this. Damn it, Gunter, you will pay" Gwendal's angry thoughts were evident on his face as he walked into Gunter's room, wearing the fluffy, frilly maid dress. He also had on a little headband, long white stockings, and a pair of maid-ish shoes. He held a feather duster. He wished he was holding something he could bludgeon Gunter with, but no such luck.
"Gwendal! A maid shouldn't look so sour! Smile for me!" Gunter said, pouting. This snapped Gwendal out of his fantasy of murdering his friend and lover. He gave Gunter a very sarcastic smile, and then glowered fiercely.
"This will not do!" Gunter exclaimed. "Looks like I'm going to have to punish my maid!" he added with an evil, sexy smile. "Oh fuck" Gwendal muttered.
It turned out that Gwendal was correct in his prediction. Gunter began by grabbing Gwendal and violently pinning him against the wall and kissing him. "What happened to the cute little uke I fell for?" Gwendal thought. He ended up changing his mind, though, when he felt Gunter's hand slip up his skirt to ghost his fingers against Gwendal's manhood. Gwendal moaned into the kiss, which was something Gunter took full advantage of, slipping his tongue into his lover's mouth. Gwendal, still in slight shock at being ravaged by the man that was usually his uke, allowed it all to happen and allowed Gunter dominance. He figured Gunter was in the mood for that, and rebelling might mean important people seeing pictures of him sleeping naked with one of his larger knitted plushies…or something worse.
Once the kiss was broken off due to lack of air, Gunter began removing his clothing. He felt rather hot and his pants were definitely becoming too tight. Gwendal couldn't help but watch, nor could he not get excited watching Gunter strip. The lavender-haired man was by far the sexiest in the kingdom. That may be Gwendal's bias toward his lover, but as far as Gwendal's concerned, it's true. Once Gunter was naked, he dragged Gwendal to his desk and pushed his torso onto the top of it.
"Wait. Can we use the bed, and can I take off this accursed maid dress?" Gwendal asked, slightly confused
. "No, and no" Gunter purred.
"Great. I'm about to be seme'd by my uke on his desk while wearing a maid dress" Gwendal sighed inwardly.
Gunter began digging in one of his drawers until he came up with a vial of lubricant. After he found it, he lifted up Gwendal's skirt, pleased to find that Gwendal had no form of underwear on under the dress. Grinning, Gunter uncapped the lube and poured a little onto his fingers. Gwendal whimpered when he felt Gunter's long, slender finger intrude upon his opening. It was soon joined by a second, then a third, twisting and stretching the virgin passage. Gunter and Gwendal had made love many a time, but Gwendal had always been on top, so needless to say Gwendal needed a decent amount of preparation.
Gwendal sighed in relief when Gunter removed his fingers. Unfortunately, the worst was yet to come. Gunter applied the rest of the lubricant to his aching shaft. He pulled Gwendal's skirt up as far as he could, positioned himself in front of Gwendal's opening, then slowly began to force his way in. Gwendal gasped. He felt tears welling up in his eyes…something he did NOT want Gunter seeing. He buried his face in his arms to hide his tears.
Gunter waited until Gwendal lifted his head again to start moving. He gripped his lover's hips as he thrust into the tight passage. Gwendal's grunts of pain quickly became moans of pleasure when Gunter found the dark-haired man's sweet spot. Gunter began thrusting faster and harder, pounding into Gwendal's prostate repeatedly until Gwendal could no longer handle it and came, spilling semen all over the leg of the desk and the floor. Gunter, face contorted with pleasure and sweating, finally reached a climax. He collapsed on top of Gwendal, pushing his love further onto the desk. "I hope you've learned your lesson from this punishment" Gunter said mischievously; he knew Gwendal was glaring at him in his mind. "Oh, and by the way. I love you" Gunter added. This softened Gwendal's mental glare.
"He really is sexy in a maid dress" Gunter thought triumphantly.