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Top!Uvogin

Bottom!Shalnark

Summary: Shalnark really wants to impress Uvogin by wearing a cute little outfit: things go exactly as planned.

Author: NitroBarista  (on ao3)

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"Care to tell me what the fuck it is you're wearing?"

Shalnark looked up from where he sat on the tile floor, on his knees, a sponge in one hand. He blushed just a bit with a light laugh, sitting upright to properly speak to Uvogin. "It was a gag gift from Shizuku." He said, smiling with those bright grey-green eyes.

"A maid dress?" Uvogin asked. "What kind of gag gift is that?" He scoffed, leaning against the counter as Shalnark shrugged, dipping the sponge into a bucket of soapy water, ringing it out with both hands before resuming his task. Uvogin wasn't about to lie, there was something extremely charming about seeing Shalnark like this. The maid dress was far too cutesy, yet really showed off just how toned Shalnark actually was. Seeing him from behind like this too? God damn. Uvogin watched Shalnark scrub at the floor with the sponge, watching the way his muscles moved and shifted under that taut, pale skin. He focused on every tendon and ligament, Shalnark's strong, sculpted arms and legs as he leaned forward, putting quite a bit of effort into a specific spec on the floor.

Leaning forward like that really gave Uvo a bit of a show. The frilly black skirt and petticoat lifting just enough to catch a bit of what lie underneath, frilly, pink fabric. Women's panties? Uvogin's strong brow furrowed in interest, and he couldn't help but check for himself. He moved closer to the boy, who was now whistling, pretending that Uvogin had simply left the room. Shalnark knew very well what was going on here, turning to peer over his shoulder, catching the giant with an arm outstretched, about to flip up that skirt.

Uvogin's face went red within seconds. Shalnark grinned, sitting back on his heels, leaving the sponge and bucket behind. He raised a brow at Uvogin in question, letting his hands slide back to grab the skirt himself.

"Well?" Shalnark asked, keeping his eyes locked with the deep brown of Uvogin's, offering a more innocent looking smile this time, his hands frozen at the base of the skirt. Uvogin remained frozen in place, frantically shifting his gaze between Shalnark's face and the skirt of the dress, that up close, was far too tight for the Troupe member. God. "Do you want to see for yourself?" He asked, before laughing and letting go of the fabric completely. "I'm just teasing you, Uvo! Do you really think I'd wear something like this for real? Shizuku and I had a bet that you'd fall for it!" He snickered, standing upright and retrieving the sponge and bucket.

Before Shalnark could turn again to face Uvogin, he was being slammed against the countertop. His body, strong, but significantly smaller than Uvogin's, was trapped. He was stuck, and before much longer, a hand was pushing his head down flat against the counter top, the bucket of soap water clattering to the kitchen floor. The liquid pooled around them, soaking their feet and socks, making Shalnark whimper. "Uvo... it was just a jo-"

"Be quiet." Uvogin commanded. His voice was deep, coming from low in his chest, sending shudders down Shalnark's spine. To be entirely honest, this was his goal all along, to grasp Uvogin's attention and see what would truly come from it all. And here he was, bent over a counter like a whore, the largest man he's ever seen holding him hostage against the cold marble top. Both of his legs were pinned against the cabinets below, and he could feel everything. The bulge of Uvogin's cock against his backside, even through the skirt's fabric, the sheer strength of the hand on the back of his head, all of it was making Shalnark begin to sweat.