A shiver went down Riku's spine at the not-so-subtle threat issued by his lover. “And if I don't want to?” he ventured in a whisper.
Leon didn't miss a heartbeat before covering Riku's soft lips with his own and kissing him aggressively. He forced his tongue past slightly parted lips, swiping at Riku's tongue before sucking on his bottom lip. He could feel Riku's slender fingers making their way up his chest, over his shoulders and into his chocolate-colored hair as his own arms slipped down the curve of Riku's back. He was relentless with his mouth, relishing the tiny mews of pleasure the silveret was making. Slipping a hand underneath Riku's shirt, Leon pressed even closer to him, trailing his fingertips up and down Riku's torso.
Riku wanted to throw his head back, to turn his mouth away, to pull back—any reprieve from the sudden onslaught of passion he found himself under—but the forceful way Leon possessed his mouth left no room for escape. He clung to Leon's shoulders like he was the only thing left in the world, feeling his own erection pressing against Leon's. His lungs burned for oxygen, and he unconsciously made noises of protest in the back of his throat, but they were swallowed by Leon's voracious kisses. Just when Riku started seeing black spots every time he opened his eyes, Leon pulled away, only to throw Riku onto the sofa behind them.
Riku barely had time to take a few gasping breaths before Leon was climbing on top of him, hand down his jeans and teeth biting at his throat.
“AH—ah!” A ragged, breathless moan tore from Riku’s throat and his body arched off the sofa in reaction to the double pleasure of Leon’s mouth on his neck and his hand on his cock. Riku fisted one hand in Leon’s hair and clutched desperately at Leon’s shoulder with the other. He wrapped his legs around Leon’s waist, struggling to thrust against Leon’s hand, but the brunet held him down firmly. He bit harshly at Riku’s pale skin and sucked hard, drawing a string of ragged curses from the silveret.
“Fucking Christ, Leon,” Riku moaned, hips flexing impulsively, driving his erection in and out of Leon’s hand.
Leon paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of Riku’s flushed face and half-closed eyes, the pleading whimpers that streamed from his wet lips. As he leaned in to kiss his irresistible mouth, Leon unconsciously ground his erection against Riku’s, eliciting low groans from both of them. Slowly and tortuously, Leon shifted his hand up and down Riku’s cock, rubbing his own in the process. Riku arched off the sofa, fervently trying to speed up Leon’s pace, but Leon pressed him down with a hand on his shoulder.
“Leon, please,” Riku begged. His hand fell from Leon’s shoulder to his hip in a bruising grip as Riku strained against Leon’s body.
“Please what?” Leon’s voice was a raspy whisper against Riku’s ear.
Riku gasped out as Leon bit down on his ear and rocked their erections together at the same time. “Fuck,” he breathed, “just fuck me—God, Leon, do something—”
A dark chuckle escaped Leon’s lips. “I think you know exactly what I want,” he whispered.
Riku froze, and for a moment he couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing to his face.
Leon laughed, knowing very well that he had completely distracted Riku with his tactics. “I told you, Riku, I know exactly how to get what I want from you,” he informed the blushing artist beneath him. Ignoring his own erection with some difficulty, Leon pulled his hand out of Riku’s jeans and climbed off him. He gave a pointed glance towards the bedroom.
Riku snarled something unintelligible under his breath and glared at Leon, but still got up and made his way back to the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him, staring hatefully at the offending article of clothing where it lay on the bed.
“Fucking Leon,” he growled pulling his shirt over his head. He threw it into the corner and started on his jeans.
“Fucking...state troopers,” he snarled. He angrily yanked at his zipper, cussing profusely as the harsh material disturbed his painfully erect cock. He threw the pants the same way as the shirt and snatched up the note lying ever-so-innocently atop the prettily folded dress.
“If you need any help, I’m right in the other room,” it read. He gave a short, sarcastic bark of laughter, before viciously shredding the paper into tiny indecipherable pieces. “Help my fucking ass,” he said darkly, taking the dress out of the box and shaking it out in front of him.
It was a standard maid’s outfit—that is, a standard seventeenth century maid with a propensity for short skirts, corseted tops, and frilly white lace. Along with the dress were a lace headdress, thigh high socks, and a pair of lacy underwear.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered. For a second he debated throwing the whole thing in the bathtub with a bottle of acetone and a match, but it was almost like Leon’s voice was floating around his brain: “Blindfolded sex.”
“Fuck,” he said, sitting on the bed to pull the socks up shapely and pale legs. He tied the headdress onto his head and, wrinkling his nose in distaste the entire time, pulled off his boxers to put on the lacy undergarment. As he slipped into the dress, Riku noticed two things: one, the skirt only hit him around mid thigh at best, and two, it seemed to be a perfect fit for his body.
“Damn bastard,” Riku grumbled, reaching around his back to grab the ends of the ribbon criss-crossing his back. He snatched them up and set to work trying to tighten the corset. “‘Busy fucking day,’ what the fuck, who fucking...fucking...fuck.”
He stamped his foot in frustration after making two full circles around himself, trying to tie the ribbon in a bow. “Goddamnit,” he said quietly. After a few moments of internal conflict, he called out, “Leon.”
“Right here,” whispered Leon silkily, brushing away Riku’s hair to place a kiss on the back of his neck.
Riku shivered involuntarily as Leon’s fingers trailed around his waist. He hadn’t noticed when Leon had slipped into the room and felt disconcerted as Leon tied the ribbon behind his back. When Leon’s hands lingered on his body, Riku turned sharply on his heel to face the brunet, his aquamarine eyes trained on the officer’s gunmetal grey ones.
“I hope you’re happy,” he murmured, a slight edge to his voice.
Leon hummed in approval. “More than happy,” he said warmly. He leaned forward to capture Riku’s lips, but at the last moment, Riku stepped to the side and pushed Leon down to the bed.
“Good,” said Riku vindictively, his thoughts racing. “because you are not getting any of this.” Not until after I'm finished with you first, he thought.
Leon’s brow wrinkled as he frowned. “What do you mean—”
“You heard me,” replied Riku. “You never said I had to have sex with you, just that I had to wear the dress, so...you can look, but you can’t touch. I’m going to go start dinner.” With a slight bounce to his step, Riku turned and strode from the room with an air of superiority.
Leon stared after his boyfriend with his mouth open in shock, the few glimpses he had gotten of the frilly underwear Riku was wearing teasing him mercilessly. Finally, he let his arms give out beneath himself and laid there splayed out on the mattress. Closing his eyes, he blew out a rueful breath and smirked before saying to himself, “Jesus Christ, Riku. You don't know what you're getting yourself into.”
