queensweets

A sequel to aniki´s Truth or Dare, Hyotei Style -planned when discussing what dares would eventually
come up. If you want to know exactly what dares happened, go read it here.

Taki/Atobe

Atobe growled and crossed his arms where he sat on Taki´s bed. “This. Is just ridiculous.” Taki giggled, poking Atobe´s cheek from where he sat behind the taller boy. “No it's not. It's fun. And you're getting really cute.” The hand that had been poking on the blonde's cheek pulled back to play with blond locks.
“I don't want to be cute.” Atobe complained, frowning. Why did he do this? Oh, right, they had this rule while playing Truth or Dare, King´s game or any of the likes. A dare, order was absolute. He cursed Oshitari for having dared them to have a 'girls night', as the tensai and Taki had called it.
Stupid, moronic, annoying Oshitari.
Taki chuckled. He knew what Atobe was thinking for once. This one, the heir didn't bother hiding. He pinched Atobe's butt, the blue-eyed boy shrieked and glared at him indignantly.

“Your hair's all done.” The shorter boy half said, half sang, Atobe swatting away his hand as he reached down for his ass again.
“Don't do that!” he hissed, twisting his upper body to face Taki. The brunette smiled, a small wicked twist to the edges of his lips unsettling Atobe.
“Oh, Keiko-chan, you look absolutely gorgeous.” Taki swooned and before Atobe knew it, there was a flash and Taki was grinning, digital camera in his hand. “Ooh, definitely keeping this.”

Atobe reached for the camera, ordering Taki to delete that at once. Taki snickered and shook his head, putting the camera away, hindering Atobe from reaching for it by pushing him down on the bed and sitting down on top of his chest, one leg on either side of the heir. Atobe glared at him, before attempting to tug down the skirt Taki had forced him into.

“Where did you even get this thing from? Err, no, I don't think I want to know.”
The black latex creaked when he made the slightest movements, and with how tight it was-- it was everything but comfortable.Taki let his
fingers slide down Atobe´s chest, fingering the hem of the thick
fluffy sweater, that even through its fluffiness managed to show off
the skin on his shoulders and neck with how it was cut. He smiled
adjusting the fishnets Atobe was wearing. “Oh, a little here and there.”
“...But it's in my size.”
“Of course it is. Now be quiet, Keiko-chan, and you could at least try to sound like a girl.” A finger slid up his inner thigh and Atobe bit his lip. “You make a very sexy girl, Keiko-chan. Long legs, pretty face, gorgeous body, soft skin.”

Atobe frowned, eyes closed. “I'm not a girllll--” He let out a gurgling sound at the back of his throat as Taki's knee pressed against his crotch.
“St-stop tha—haat.”
“No way.” Taki purred into his ear, rubbing his knee against the blonde. “I'm having you all for myself. This lovely girl.” Atobe opened his mouth to complain about once again being called a girl, but he could only moan into the other´s mouth as Taki shoved his tongue into his mouth.