Dirk manages to convince John to cosplay Black Butler. They get a little frisky after the con.
This chapter is NSFW.
You shift in your clothes, unaccustomed to the fancy wear. You're about to leave for a Con, and Bro insisted that you cosplay with him, and after some hefty persuasion, you agreed.
You're now studying yourself in the mirror. Your black hair is straight, and there's a patch over your eye. Your clothes feel strange, and make you look smaller than you already are.
Dirk knocks on the door of the bathroom. "You okay?"
You start. You open the door and look at Dirk.
His hair is black, and you can't tell if it's a wig or not - it probably is, you muse. His outfit is less lavish than yours, and you can't help but swallow when you see him in it.
"Ready?" he asks. You nod. He bows to you, in character as a butler, and you giggle.
When you get home your legs are wrapped his waist and his mouth is hard on yours. You hear something clatter to the ground and see Dave out of the corner of your eye, staring at the two of you. You wave at him before Dirk pushes you into his room.
He pulls your clothes off, carefully and efficiently. You do the same for him but struggle in your attempt. Ever impatient, he helps you.
You're quickly pushed onto the bed. His lips press hotly against your throat, your collarbone, your chest. He makes his way down before his lips wrap around your cock. Your back arches and you run your hands through his hair, pushing off his wig. You grip his hair and tug, making him moan - it's one of his kinks.
He finishes you quickly, swallowing you when you cum, and you shoot down his throat. Your thighs quiver, and you make loud, almost girlish noises.
You slump back on the bed and vaguely hear him groan before his head rests against your thigh. After a few moments, he crawls up into the bed and wraps you in his arms.
"You're definitely getting punished for that stunt you pulled earlier."
"I was just being nice," you say, smiling.
"Sure, kid. Whatever you say." He lightly flicks your forehead. "Still getting punished."
"Is it really punishment if I like it?" you giggle out. He grins above you and grabs a cigarette pack and a lighter, sticking it in his mouth and breathing in before letting the smoke billow out attractively.
"Keep that attitude up and I'll have to think of different punishments."
You giggle again before curling up on his chest, giving him a peck on the lips before dozing.