touch me and I'll kill you

19

"Since you refused to follow through with your promise this will have to do," Dazai crossed his arms and stared down at Chuuya. 

"This is really embarrassing..." Chuuya grabbed the dress and tried to pull it down to cover his crotch more but that just exposed his chest and made him feel lewd. The fishnet thigh highs and lacey underwear were a different story. Not to mention the ribbons in his hair. "I didn't think you were into this..." 

"Ehe," Dazai grinned. The truth of the matter was: he didn't really have anything specific kink-wise. If anything, Dazai just enjoyed Chuuya's reactions. 

"Where did you even get something like this?" Chuuya sighed, fiddling with the lower half of the dress. He refused to stand up because once he did he knew for certain his entire ass would hang out. 

"Modified a maid uniform you already had," Dazai explained. 

"You have a talent for that?" Chuuya stared. "And used it for this?" he frowned. 

"Today is a day of celebration," Dazai grinned, grabbing Chuuya's chin. "But I'm also getting what you promised me, even if it's not entirely the same as the promise." 

"What are you trying to make me do?" Chuuya muttered. 

"Today, I'm the master," Dazai replied. "So you'll have to do what I say," his eyes gleamed. "Stand up." 

Chuuya stood up and, just like he thought, his ass was fully exposed the more he tried to cover his crotch. Feeling his face turn red, Chuuya glanced at everything but Dazai. "Take this," Dazai placed a feather duster in Chuuya's hand, "and go clean the mantel." 

"Eh?" Chuuya snapped his head up to stare at Dazai. He was serious. Reluctantly, Chuuya grabbed the feather duster and turned around. His face only got redder as he walked over to the fireplace. Trying his best to remain calm, Chuuya stood on the tips of his toes to reach the mantel. So much for trying to keep anything covered at all. The feather duster just kept getting dust in his face. He coughed a bit, distracted, and didn't notice Dazai coming closer until he felt a hand on the back of his leg. "Ehh?" Chuuya looked over his shoulder. 

"You're not doing your job very properly..." Dazai chuckled. 

Chuuya bit his lower lip and continued trying to dust. It was rather difficult with Dazai's hands traversing his ass and legs. His hand moved under Chuuya's lingerie and pulled it down. "Achk..." Chuuya placed his hand on the fireplace for support. Dazai had gotten on his knees and spread Chuuya's ass apart. He wasn't expecting him to use his tongue. Not sure how to tell him to stop, Chuuya decided to get into character. Looking over his shoulder and down at Dazai, Chuuya glanced away and then back to him. "Master Dazai..." he spoke quietly, "that's bad for your health..." 

Dazai stood up and placed his hand on the center of Chuuya's chest, pushing him toward his torso. He leaned forward by his ear as his other hand went to his ass. "So is eating desert," he replied, biting Chuuya's ear, "but you're irresistible," he said, inserting a finger into Chuuya's ass. 

Chuuya dropped the feather duster and placed both of his hands on the fireplace for support. He stared at the ground, refusing to look anywhere else. Dazai continued to toy with his ass. He reached up and grabbed Chuuya's chin, pulling it down. "I want to hear you." 

"But...Master...there are guests..." 

"I want to hear you," he repeated, kissing Chuuya's neck. He grabbed Chuuya's hips with both of his hands and pushed him back against his crotch. Chuuya gasped, feeling Dazai's growing bulge hidden by his pants against his bare ass. 

"W-wait..." Chuuya turned around. 

"Hm?" 

Chuuya fell to his knees and grabbed Dazai's hips. He moved his hands to Dazai's crotch and groped him, looking up at Dazai's face. "May I have my desert...Master Dazai?" he asked. 

"Oh?" 

Chuuya unzipped Dazai's pants and slid his underwear down, feeling his dick plop onto his face. Chuuya opened his mouth and licked the shaft. He moved his lips to the tip and took Dazai into his mouth. 

"You..." Dazai placed his hands on the fireplace to keep himself up. "You're going too slow..." his face turned slightly red. 

Feeling proud of himself for getting Dazai even the slightest bit flustered, Chuuya smirked. "I like to savor my treats, Master." Getting the sense that his master plan was backfiring, Dazai tried to take a step back. He fell and Chuuya clambered on top of him. 

"What's wrong, Master?" He pressed his lingerie-covered dick on top of Dazai's. 

"Y-you..." Dazai lost the words he was going to say. 

Chuuya pulled off the underwear and grabbed Dazai's dick in his hand. He grabbed Dazai's hand and moved it to his own. "Why don't we cum together, Master?" he whispered by Dazai's ear.