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He feels fingers thread through his hair, messy and untied from the style he typically wears it in. Naoya is not gentle, and this comes as no surprise. When he jerks Choso's head back, the curse has no choice but to comply, gritting his teeth. They were a fairly even match in their fight, and the result saw Naoya taking a slight advantage of Choso's weakened state. "I think you and I can come to sort of agreement, no?" Naoya's voice is low, and Choso can feel his breath brush against his neck. "If you want your sweet little brother to keep on living, anyway. How about it?" He continues, amusement dripping from his tone. Choso wants nothing more than to whirl around and slug him in the jaw like he deserves, but his body won't move. He feels heavy, cold, like he has a whole ocean weighing him down.
"What do you want?" He mutters, voice a bit raspy, uncertain. He isn't typically in the business of making deals, but what good is an elder brother if not for protecting the younger siblings? To Choso, keeping Yuji safe is a duty he wants desperately to fulfill. And if Naoya wants Yuji dead, then if Choso can't kill him and erase the danger for his dear little brother's sake, then he'll bend however need be. Even begrudgingly so.
Naoya is a simple man. A misogynistic bastard, at that. As far as he cares, women are meant to walk three steps behind a man. And if they can't do that, then what purpose do they have other than reproduction? He doesn't care about that too much, though, and he certainly doesn't have the interest in lowering himself to the level of any sort of romantic relations with a woman. Why, after all, would he want someone weaker than himself? And that is where Choso will come in, he decides. Strong, pretty, with the potential to look just as delicate as a woman without the annoying aspects, he figures. It is surely the perfect compromise. "I'm on the market for a wife," He declares, giving Choso's hair a sharp tug. "But I'm not interested in weak women, I just like their looks. You,-"
"I'm not a woman," Choso supplies neutrally. There's nothing wrong with women, of course, and if someone somehow mistakes him for one, he won't be offended or upset about the matter. But Naoya is a nuisance and a bother and the last thing he wants in general.
"Lucky for you, I don't happen to care about the physical traits other than a nice and pretty face," Naoya speaks, and his free hand maneuvers around to rest at Choso's abdomen, sliding lower and lower until the curse bristles and tenses up. Naturally, Naoya laughs at this. "Awh, no need to be so shy. I'll can save screwing you for wedding night," He purrs. And at that point, Choso does attempt to whirl around if for no other reason than to feel less vulnerable with having Naoya behind him. Much to his dismay, though, the bastard is as quick as ever, kicking a leg out and sweeping his feet out from under him. Falling backward, he feels Naoya's arm around his waist, one hand still gripping his hair harshly. He dips him downward, as if they're dancing, and Choso's eyes are wide, eyebrows knit together in irritation and cheeks tinged pink even despite himself.
"Y-You-!" He blurts out, and Naoya just shushes him.
"Me indeed!" Naoya snickers, peering down at Choso and just holding him in place. "You do want Yuji Itadori to live, don't you? Your sweet little brother! And how could I kill my wife's little brother, hm?" He speaks like he's taunting him, but that's just how he always speaks, Choso had quickly realized. The curse still feels so weak- it feels pathetic not being able to fight back or dispute, but Yuji's life is on the line, so what can he do, really? What can he do but comply?
He swallows thickly, nose twitching a little in irritation. "And if I were to agree.. Yuji is safe, then..?" He mumbles. The words feel heavy in his mouth, and his stomach feels like it's been tied in a Gordian knot. The grin that spreads across Naoya's face makes him feel ill. It's too confident for Choso's liking.
"Yuji will be safe. Hell, if you want, I'll even protect him within reason," Naoya says easily. "You only have to agree to be my cute little wife."
Choso has never been one to be self conscious about.. well.. much of anything. He's never cared what others think of him, always too absorbed in caring for his brothers. But he has a sinking feeling that Naoya is really going to throw the 'wife' title at him however he can. Then again, does it matter, he wonders? As long as Yuji will be safe, he can tolerate it. For a moment, he just bites his tongue, eyes flickering away from Naoya and his stupid smarmy expression. "Being your.. partner.. what does that entail?" He mutters, though in his mind, he already has it made up that he's going to agree. For Yuji's safety.
Naoya just keeps on grinning. "Wife," He corrects. "What's it entail? Hmm. Well, a good wife should look pretty for her husband, handle the cleaning and the cooking.. among other things, of course. Total submission to me," He says easily. Those are simple enough tasks, Choso supposes. Sounds like maid duty more than anything else, and if that's what it takes to keep Yuji safe, then how can he complain?
"I'm still not a woman," Choso points out.
"Oh, don't worry about that. You'll have to act the part around my family, but as long as you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, no one will even know the difference," Naoya answers like it's the easiest thing in the world, and Choso draws in a shaky breath.
He doesn't have the time nor the energy to question what will happen if Naoya's family does find out, or if anyone questions why they would never have children. He doesn't have it in him to care about the nitty gritty of it all. "You swear you'll leave Yuji alone? You'll keep him safe for me?" He mutters.
"Of course," Naoya muses.
Choso's knees feel weak, even with Naoya's arm around his waist to support his weight. The agreement feels like a poison, but he steels himself for it. "I'll do it then," He mutters.
Bringing Choso back up into a proper standing position, Naoya pulls the curse against his chest and brings his free hand up to card calloused fingers through soft strands of dark hair. "That's a good girl," He purrs. "Tell you what, rest awhile, hm? You must be pretty exhausted after taking an ass beating like that," He sighs dramatically, and Choso desperately wishes he didn't feel so heavy so he could smack the Zenin bastard upside the head at least once. His eyelids feel as heavy as the rest of them, and he can't protest as they fall closed. He has never felt so weak before in his life, but for his brother, he can bear it.
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When he wakes up, it's someplace warm and comfortable. He still feels heavy, but he wills his eyes to open slowly. He's laying on something soft, and the sticky feeling of blood covering him is no longer present. Slowly, he blinks his eyes and tries to gather himself. What had happened? Pushing himself into a sitting position, he draws in a slow breath. His tired eyes scan the room, and everything comes rushing back quick enough to make him groan a little. He screws his eyes shut tight, furrowing his brows just briefly.
"Oh.."
He remembers, now. His fight. His agreement with Naoya, for Yuji's sake. His.. new status.
A droplet of water hits his bare shoulder, and he bristles a bit in surprise. It's only then that he takes note of his underdressed state, and while he isn't self conscious or ashamed of his looks, the very concept that anyone has seen him naked while he was unconscious and vulnerable is something he doesn't like. His hair is wet, he notes, and he figures it's safe to assume that he's had a bath. At the very least, someone washed him up. He draws a knee up to his chest, tense as he brings one hand to tuck a wet strand of hair behind his ear. The room is quiet, and he isn't sure whether it's the sense of duty he feels, or the lingering weakness in him that keeps him sitting in place. Sighing through his nose, he leans back against the pillows once more and fixes his gaze on the ceiling. He aches from head to toe from his fight with Naoya, and as badly as he wants to let himself drift off to sleep again, he doesn't feel comfortable enough. When will he get another chance to rest properly, though? He has no way of knowing, and so he closes his eyes, tugs the blankets over himself to feel less exposed.
And he doesn't fall back asleep, much to his dismay. He just lays there in silence and focuses on the slightly muffled sound of birds chirping away outside.
'It's going to rain later on,' He thinks to himself. Birds always chatter the loudest when rain is on the way.
When he hears the soft sliding of the door opening, he cracks an eye open to peer over, tensing. In the doorframe stands a young looking woman- probably a handful of years older than Yuji if he has to guess. She can't be a Zenin, she doesn't look the part. She has kind eyes and a gentle demeanor. "My apologies for waking you, but Master Naoya requested I check up on you, ah.. Miss..?" She trails off, as if waiting for a fill-in to the blank.
Choso sits up just a little, weary. If he speaks, he has no doubts it'll give away the fact that he isn't, in fact, a woman, as if his figure isn't enough of a give away on its own. He doesn't think he looks particularly feminine in any sense. And so he hesitates.
The girl holds her hands up a little. "No need to worry, Master Naoya has.. informed me of your circumstances. I'm simply following through on his orders," She explains timidly.
"Choso.." He finally answers.
The girl offers a small smile, bowing her head momentarily. "Choso," She repeats. "My name is Kohaku. Master Naoya has put me in charge of looking after you for now. Rest assured, your present situation will be a secret well kept with me," She says, clasping her hands together and stepping into the room, peeking into the hallway before sliding the door shut carefully behind her. "Does it bother you?" She asks, staying in place by the door and watching Choso curiously for a moment.
"Does.. what.. bother me..?" Choso responds, voice a bit soft with lingering drowsiness.
Kohaku tips her head to the side a bit, eyebrows knitting together momentarily in some sort of confusion. "The position Master Naoya has forced you into. Pardon my making assumptions, but I find it difficult to believe that most men would so willingly agree to take up the role of a wife. Especially for someone as difficult as Master Naoya.." She trails off, frowning subtly. "I suppose what I mean to ask is more along the lines of, well, are you uncomfortable with this arrangement? And if so.. how would you prefer I refer to you in private? 'Miss' would be standard for Master Naoya's wife, but if it brings you discomfort, I will gladly refer to you some other way when the Master is not present to correct me," She says.
"I agreed to this for my brother's sake.." And for a moment, all Choso can do is stare. No one has ever had to ask him such things before. "Just.. Calling me Choso is fine," He answers. It certainly feels a lot better than being referred to as 'Miss,' he knows that for damn sure.
Kohaku gives a nod of understanding. "Will do," She assures him. "In Master's presence, and in front of any other Zenin family members, I'll still be obligated to refer to you as Master Naoya has ordered me to. But in private, so long as you're more comfortable, I will refer to you as you've asked me," She says.
The curse nods just a little, a silent gesture of appreciation.
The two of them remain in silence for a moment, and Choso's eyes wander off to the side before making their way back to Kohaku. "So.. do you.. happen to know what he expects of me-? He was sort of vague.. I.. don't really know how to cook well. Cleaning, I can handle.. But he also mentioned looking pretty, and I'm.. not.. well versed in.. whatever that entails.." He grumbles. Naoya had also made mention of 'total submission,' and Choso doesn't want to think about what that will mean for him.
Tucking some hair behind her ears, Kohaku looks off to the side a bit. "Ah, I see. Cooking is simple enough- though, I sincerely doubt you'll have to do much of it. That's what we staff are here for. As for looking the part.. Master has.. a bit of a specific taste," She trails off, sounding almost concerned on the matter. "If I may say so, you do have a pretty face. That's a good starting point. But.. as for your figure.. ahh.. a little too masculine for Master's tastes, generally speaking.."
Choso blinks. "Well.. I am a man.. of course my figure is masculine.." He cocks his head a bit to the side, seeming unsure, to which Kohaku waves her hands apologetically.
"Ah, I meant no offense. I do realize that you're a man and your figure is reflective of that fact, but Master's tastes are specific, and he's bound to want you to look a bit more delicate. It.. likely won't be particularly comfortable, but Master likes small waists, so.. well.." She waves a hand. "We'll have to cross that bridge when we get to it. Perhaps you'll be lucky and master won't have any complaints once he sees you all dressed up. And besides, your waist will hardly be noticeable or relevant when you're dressed anyway. So for now, we'll just have to focus on your wardrobe, and your makeup," She explains.
Choso definitely doesn't like the direction things were headed in regards to his waist, but he pushes that particular train of thought aside for now. Makeup, he can handle. Women's clothes, though.. that may be difficult, he figures. After all, he isn't a woman. "Ah.." He nods slightly, watching as Kohaku makes her way across the floor to the closet. She hums to herself and he closes his eyes, still tired while she looks through the closet.
After a moment, she turns around to show him a kimono coloured a deep shade of red, patterned with chrysanthemums. "What do you think of this one?" She asks him.
He opens his eyes at the question, looking the garment over. "It's pretty.." He answers, a bit awkwardly. And it is pretty, of course, but he isn't so sure of how good something like that would look on him specifically. After all, it's a kimono meant for a woman. Still.. this is for Yuji's safety, he reminds himself. And for his brother's sake, nothing is out of the question.
"Great," Kohaku murmurs, offering a brief flicker of a smile. She walks over and lays the kimono down over the foot of the bed. "I'll give you a moment to put some underclothes on, and then I'll help you with this, does that sound alright?" She asks, to which Choso just nods a little and makes a soft sound of understanding. Giving a slight bow, Kohaku moves to the door. "Take your time. I'll be just outside, so give me a knock when you need my help," and with that, Kohaku excuses herself back into the hallway.
Choso wants so badly to rest awhile longer, but he wills himself to get up, giving a soft sigh. He casts a glance to the chrysanthemum patterned kimono before looking to the closet. Well. He supposes he should have a look.
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The silk feels soft against his skin, and he can't deny that the obi sash compliments the pattern nicely. He's been sitting at the edge of the bed for awhile now, just assessing his reflection. Unmistakably, he still looks like a man. Perhaps that's just because he knows he is one, though. Kohaku returns to his side with a comb in hand, humming a soft tune before stopping to ask him if it's alright if she sits behind him. And he agrees, mildly as ever.
Kohaku is kind and respectful, and her pressence is a reassurance to him. Because even if he'll have to put up a proper wife act in front of everyone else, at least she knows and acknowledges that he is indeed a man. It makes him feel at ease, to a degree.
She continues to hum as she runs the comb carefully through his now-dry hair, mindful as she works through any tangles. It's a bit wavy from the way he had been sleeping, it seems, and he lets his eyes close, just focused on the way it feels to have someone else comb his hair. It reminds him of his brothers, and he breaths a soft sigh. At some point, he opens his eyes again to regard his reflection once more. "Will this work? I still look like a man. Someone will notice," He trails off, weary.
Kohaku looks over his shoulder to meet his eyes in the mirror. "You would be surprised how much a change in hairstyle and clothing can do for one's looks. And with the addition of makeup.. I'm sure it'll go well enough," She offers, and Choso isn't sure if he should feel reassured or not. It isn't like he wants to pass as a woman, after all. This is what Naoya wants. But if it works and it keeps Yuji alive, then, it's worth it.
Choso bites his tongue for a moment and just lets Kohaku work on combing through his hair. She takes her time styling it, arranging wispy strands to frame Choso's face and give him a softer appearance. He watches, curious, and takes note of just how different he looks that way after all. He's always tied his hair up, never left it down. There's no real reason other than he likes the way it looks. He doesn't hate the way it looks now- Kohaku has done a nice enough job,- but it's different. He's not used to it. Not used to looking so.. so..
"There, that ought to do the trick," Kohaku muses, offering a slight smile. "Now all that's left is makeup," She tells him, moving to stand. "We'll have to handle that in my room, if that's alright," She adds on.
"It's fine," Choso assures her, getting to his own feet as well at that point. He gives himself a once over in the mirror, but says nothing and instead trails along behind Kohaku as she leads him out of the room and into the hallway.
"The room you were just in is a guest room, but Master Naoya will likely end up sharing his own quarters with you, so don't get too comfortable there," Kohaku explains as she walks on ahead of him, stopping to give a slight bow whenever anyone else passes by.
The way they look at him leaves a bad taste in Choso's mouth. It's borderline predatory, and he wants to just speak up and let his voice give away the fact that he isn't a woman, dammit. Though, no one should be looked at that way. His first instinct is to tense up, and he has to refrain from acting rashly. Instead, he keeps his eyes forward, trained on Kohaku's back as she leads him. It's a lengthy walk from one end of the Zenin estate to another, he notes, and when they do arrive at Kohaku's room, it's much smaller than the guest room he had been residing in prior. There isn't much room, just enough for a bed, and a small desk tucked away in the corner with a mirror hanging above it. The window gives a slightly more open appearance, but it isn't by much. "You can just have a seat there at my desk, or on my bed, whichever is more comfortable for you," Kohaku says with a wave of her hand, and she slides the door closed behind them.
Taking note of their difference in height, Choso opts to sit down on the stool by Kohaku's desk. It's shorter, so he figures it'll make things easier for her. He's quiet while she gathers things up- he knows nothing about makeup and has no real desire to. He's never had any reason to wear it, after all.
"So.. You mentioned you're doing this for your brother, huh? Please excuse me if I'm overstepping any boundaries by asking, I just-" Kohaku starts. She can tell with relative ease that Choso is on the tense side, and so she thinks perhaps talking about his brother will help him settle down a little.
"It's fine," Choso murmurs, eyes wandering to the window to watch the birds while Kohaku sets some warm-coloured makeup down on her desk top. "Naoya wanted my little brother dead, so we had a fight. I.. I lost," He admits it begrudgingly. He would have won- he knows it, and yet Naoya had somehow stolen the advantage out from under him. "He offered to make a deal with me. He'll leave my brother alone if I agree to be his partne- ah.. wife, specifically.. Something about not wanting a-.." He trails off. It feels slimy, referring to women as weak. He doesn't want to say it even if it's just repeating Naoya's words.
"A weak woman?" Kohaku supplies helpfully, knowing her Master's traits all too well.
Choso swallows the words down. "Mnh.. right.." He nods his head a little. "Said he just likes the looks, I.. guess I meet his qualifications.." He mutters.
Kohaku hums. "Close your eyes for me. I'll be careful, so, if anything bothers you, speak up, hm?" She says, and Choso complies. "You said you had a fight with Master Naoya? He must have been fond of whatever techniques and ablities you demonstrated. From what I understand about him, he doesn't want someone he thinks is weaker than himself. He wants someone strong. I suppose you must fit the bill for him," She continues, voice softening a little while she starts on doing up the curse's makeup.
"I don't care if he thinks I'm stong or not, and I don't care if he likes my looks. I'm only doing this so my little brother will be safe," Choso says, breathing out a sigh.
"Fair enough, but what about you? You'll be unhappy, won't you?"
"It's my duty as a big brother to keep my younger brother safe. Who cares if I'm unhappy?" Choso shrugs subtly. "My brother is still in school.. he has friends.. someone he loves.. people who care for him. It would be a shame to die so young, wouldn't it..? I want him to have a happy life if he can. If this is what I have to do for his sake, then.. I really don't mind what happens to me," He says, and he means it. Whatever happens, whatever Naoya does to him, as long as Yuji can live a happy life in some way as a result, then Choso feels content about it. Though, he if he does have any regret, it's that he never did get to hear Yuji refer to him as 'Big Brother,' not even once.
Kohaku is quiet as she applies the makeup. It's sad, she can't help but think. Choso seems kind- to end up with someone like Naoya is no less than divine punishment in some sense. "You're a good brother," She tells him, and they're quiet for what feels like a long while after that. When Kohaku is speaking next, it's to let Choso know that she's done with his makeup, and that he can take a look.
He hesitates.
Choso isn't sure if he wants to lock eyes with his reflection. He isn't sure if he wants to acknowledge how he must look. But he supposes it's best to prepare and steel himself for what Naoya will no doubt say to him. And so with some hesitance, he opens his eyes and looks. Naturally, he tenses up. It isn't that he looks bad, because he doesn't. Kohaku had done a good job on him, he can't deny it, but he also can't deny that he does look feminine this way. His eye makeup is simple and light, just to bring out the dark colour of his eyes and draw less attention to how sleepy he tends to look. His cheeks are light, rosy colour, contrasting against his pale skin. Most noticeable is the bright lipstick, complete with a glossy finish. He looks pretty and he wants to hate it, but he can't. Not fully. He looks delicate like this, soft, especially with his hair down from it's usual style, framing his face nicely.
He figures Kohaku must be able to tell, the distress all of it brings him. She pats his shoulder lightly. "I know it probably isn't much consolation, but this does of course wash off.. You'll still look like yourself at the end of the day," She says.
It's a small comfort, he thinks, but a comfort nonetheless.
⁂
Choso swallows thickly as he walks down the hall. He dreads seeing Naoya, dreads whatever the bastard has to say to him, dreads having those hands on him again. Kohaku gives him a look of reassurance as they reach Naoya's office. She brings a hand up and knocks at the door. "Master Naoya? I did as you asked, may I open the door?"
There's a pause, some shuffling of papers, and then finally, a gruff sounding "Yeah, go ahead."
Sliding the door open, Kohaku steps in and bows slightly, eyes flickering to where Choso is standing frozen in place outside the door. She gives a slight motion of her head, and the curse steels himself and steps into the room. It's a spacious room, bookshelves lining the farthest wall, and a desk in front of the window. Outside said window, it seems, are the gardens. Choso is holding his breath, unable to help it.
He can practically feel Naoya grinning at him without having to see it- he can't bring himself to look at the blond man, the bastard that he is. "Ohh, look at you!" Naoya practically purrs, and Choso feels like his blood has run cold. He can hear him set the pen he's holding down on the desk. "Kohaku, you can go," He says easily.
"Yes, sir. Of course," Kohaku responds, and she glances at Choso once more before padding out of the office and sliding the door shut behind her. Choso feels tense all over again, not fond of being alone with Naoya, much less when he's dressed like this.
Drawing in a slow breath, Choso narrows his eyes a little and fixes his gaze reluctantly on Naoya. "Yuji is safe?" He questions bluntly. He needs to know, needs to make sure.
Naoya laughs. "Of course he's safe. I wouldn't go breaking my promises to my new wife, now, would I? Come here and let me have a look at you," He has a smirk on his face, and Choso wants to smack him. Admittedly, he hesitates for a moment before shuffling forward to stand a few feet in front of Naoya's desk, to which Naoya gestures with his finger for Choso to twirl for him.
"This is ridiculous," The curse mutters, though he does begrudgingly comply, twirling once before glaring at Naoya. Unsurprisingly so, the blond seems unphased by this.
Rising from his seat, Naoya walks around to join Choso at the front of his desk. "Now, now. Watch your mouth, hm? Pretty girls like you shouldn't act so cold to their future husbands. Do me a favour and get down on your knees, hm? I wanna see how pretty you'll look down there so I know what to expect for when I've got my cock shoved down your throat," He declares boldly, grinning, and Choso's cheeks flush a bright shade of pink.
"Excuse me?" He blurts out, and Naoya moves a hand up to tuck some hair behind his ear, fingers lingering there momentarily.
"You heard me, pretty. I said I wanna see you down on your knees, so get to it. C'mon, now. Part of being a good wife is being obedient to your husband, I don't wanna have to punish you so early on in our relationship. We aren't even married yet," Naoya says, tone feigning some kind of innocence. Its sickly sweet, and Choso wants to gag.
He grits his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitches. That voice in his head is the only thing keeping him from suckerpunching Naoya then and there; 'You're doing this for Yuji, think of his safety.
And so, Choso kneels.
"There you go, that's my good girl.." Naoya coos, hand petting through Choso's hair. "Now, open your mouth, stick your tongue out and look up at me, sugar," He orders, and Choso can feel the shame rush through him. When Choso isn't immediately compliant, Naoya grabs a fistful of his hair and forces his head back a little. "Come on, don't be like that. I wanna know what to expect, isn't that reasonable? Be a good girl and maybe I'll let you suck my cock right now," He says. And if anything, that's all the more reason not to listen. But Choso knows Naoya is aware of that.
He parts his lips a little, sticks his tongue out just slightly and tips his head up a bit. Naoya seems amused, loosening the grip on his hair. "Come on, sugar, you can do better than that, can't you? Nice and wide. Let me see that tongue of yours," He says, and Choso makes a noise of discomfort, but complies nonetheless and opens his mouth a little further, to which Naoya only snickers. "That's better, good girl," He purrs, letting his hand wander down from Choso's hair to slip a few fingers into his open mouth.
That, naturally, earns him a scowl from Choso, who resists the urge to bite down hard. His breath catches unwillingly as Naoya's fingers press down against his tongue, sliding back further. It's some kind of test, and Choso knows it. Seeing how much he can take. Naoya's thumb brushes over the bottom row of teeth, over the lower canines. They're sharp, but they do no harm unless intended. For Choso, he can't recall a time in which he had ever been so completely and utterly embarrassed. As if his current state of looks isn't overwhelming enough.
It isn't the kimono or the makeup or the hairstyle that he dislikes. In a way, he supposes that looking feminine in and of itself isn't what truly bothers him. Or it wouldn't bother him, rather, had he done himself up that way of his own accord. But this isn't his will, it's someone else's, and he doesn't like having the choice taken from him. It isn't being called a 'good girl' or 'miss' that bothers him, it's that he doesn't have a say in the matter. And that's fair, isn't it?
He hates the way Naoya is borderline fucking his mouth with those long, deft fingers of his. He hates the smirk on his face, the way he looks down at him. He hates the way his own eyes water and saliva pools in his mouth the longer Naoya works at him. He hates the way his cheeks flush under Naoya's ministrations.
He wants so badly to bite.
"See, now, how hard is it to be a good girl for me, hm? So obedient. You'll be such a pretty bride. You're already so submissive. You even got all dolled up and pretty for me," Naoya practically purrs.
'It's not for you. It wasn't even my decision. I'm doing this for Yuji. Shut up already..'
Naoya's fingers finally retreat from Choso's mouth, and the curse exhales sharply in relief, averting his gaze, to which Naoya grips his chin and forces him to look back up at him. "Oh, don't be shy. I like looking at your cute face, after all," He says, maintaining that same sickening smirk. It makes Choso's stomach turn. Naoya's thumb swipes over the curse's soft lips, smearing colour and gloss all the while. And really, Choso almost feels bad about it- after all, Kohaku did take her time making him look nice. Eyeing him for a moment, Naoya leans down and tugs at the front of the kimono Choso is wearing. He shoves it to the sides to expose pale collarbones and shoulders, humming appreciatively at the sight. "There we go.. Now stay just like that," He says.
What a sight Choso is like this; smeared lipstick, kimono shoved open, eyes teary.. Most importantly, kneeling and obedient for him. It's the perfect vision, Naoya thinks. Everything he wants in a good wife. Just the sight makes his dick twitch in his hakama bottoms. Choso already looks so lewd and debauched this way, but Naoya thinks he'll look even better with cum on his face. What better way to break his new wife in, after all? He wonders which would garner a more flustered reaction; fucking Choso's mouth or just jerking off in front of him and coming on his face like he wants to. Either way is a win in his book, really. He makes a swift enough decision, though; he wants to hear Choso's voice, unmuffled and perfect, and so he chooses the latter option. Humming a tune to himself, he works at getting his hakama down, admiring the way Choso's eyes widen in alarm. He's like a caged bird this way, Naoya thinks. And it's cute.
"Be a good girl and stay juuust like that for me, doll. Don't do anything unless I tell you to, you look so nice already," Naoya tells him with a snicker, wasting no time in freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear.
Had it been possible, Choso would have paled. His lower lip wobbles a little, and his breathing grows shaky. He knows Naoya has told him to stay put, and he knows better than to disobey, but he feels like a cornered rabbit facing a ravenous wolf. And that's exactly what Naoya is, isn't it? "W-What are you-.." He trails off, the words getting stuck in his throat. 'What are you doing? What are you going to do to me?' He can't force the words out no matter how he tries.
"Oh, relax, sweetheart. I won't hurt you, promise. Stay nice and still and just keep looking up at me, hm? You wanna be a good little wife, don't you? So you need to learn what your husband likes. I figured I'd be nice and show you the ropes," Naoya says. Choso is completely mortified, dark eyes wide as he watches the way Naoya wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it nice and slow. He's big, Choso isn't blind. He has no frame of reference for this sort of thing, but if he has to has a guess, Naoya is surely above average. It makes him squirm where he's kneeling, and he can't help the overwhelming urge to look away, to look anywhere but at Naoya and his-
"Nervous, doll?" Naoya's voice brings Choso out of his daze, and the curse looks up at him with still-wide eyes.
"What's there to be nervous about? You-.. You aren't gonna.. you know-.." Choso trails off.
Naoya looks vaguely amused, stroking at his cock in a leisurely sort of way, not hurried, just lazy and easy. "Not gonna what, doll? Use your words for me, hm?" He only does it for the sake of embarrassing Choso; of course he knows what the curse is getting at.
Shifting a little, Choso looks away. He can't help it, he's so flustered. "You aren't going to.. You-.. You're just touching yourself, right? Not me?" He mutters. In all his years been of being alive, Choso has never sought that particular variety of companionship. Not with a woman, not with a man, and not with anyone in between. He's never even had the drive nor desire to explore himself in that way. And while he feels no shame for that, he can't help the anxiety welling up inside of him. About touching, about being touched. Naoya isn't a gentle man- then again, Choso had come to that conclusion during their fight. If they were to have sex, would he go easy on him? Would he be gentle? He was doubtful.
"Does my princess want me to touch her?" Naoya quips, and Choso shakes his head quickly, embarrassment overtaking him once more. At this, Naoya laughs. "Awh, you're shy? Could it be that you've never been with a man before?" He purrs, moving his free hand to thread through Choso's hair and guide him close to his flushed and aching cock. And immediately, Choso regrets having spoken up at all. Perhaps if he had worded things differently, he wouldn't be in such a position.
He keeps his mouth shut, wide eyes trained on Naoya. He's a curse, he shouldn't be scared of a sorcerer or said sorcerer's dick, and yet, he feels himself trembling. Naoya strokes his hair a bit. "Getting all shy on me again? Come on, what's the matter?" He asks, and the fake-concern in his tone is convincing enough to someone as naive as Choso.
Swallowing thickly, Choso draws in a shaky breath. "I can't-.." He mutters. 'Can't I just watch instead? I've never done this,' are the words lingering on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't want that statement to go to Naoya's already inflated ego, and he definitely doesn't want the man to think he has any genuine interest in watching him masturbate. Before he can steel his resolve and get a proper statement out, Naoya is shoving his cock into his mouth. Choso makes a sound something akin to a squeak, and he almost- almost- feels a sense of betrayal. So much for Naoya showing him the ropes, he figures, and he screws his eyes shut tight, trembling hands fumbling to grip at Naoya's hakama, though there isn't any support to be found in such a gesture. He just needs something to hold onto. Anything.
"Look at me, princess. Let me see those pretty eyes, come on," Naoya says it so sweetly, and Choso feels the same urge to gag. Partially at his tone, partially because he has a cock shoved down his throat. He reminds himself once more that this is for Yuji, its for Yuji, for Yuji, and he opens his eyes to look up at the blond. Total submission. Choso's eyes are teary, and he makes a muffled noise of discontent around the cock in his mouth. His jaw already aches, much to his misfortune. "Ahh, there you go, pretty girl. That's better," Naoya says, and he pets Choso's hair a little before using the grip to guide the curse forward and backward on his cock, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Ohh.. That's good, that's good.. You're doing great," He assures, and Choso hates the twisted feeling of ease and fulfillment he gets from the praise. It's ridiculous, isn't it? He knows he should be distraught- and to his credit, he is. But not nearly as much as he probably ought to be.
He blames it on his lack of relationship experience. Part of him feels so eager to please, so eager to do well- even for an undeserving bastard like Naoya. And he hates it, he hates those feelings. It feels wrong, but he can't help it. He can feel the tears slip down his cheeks involuntarily, though Naoya's free hand is quick to move in and sweep them away with a rough brush of his thumb. He's practically fucking Choso's mouth, and the curse can do nothing to complain or express his present discomfort. It feels wrong, having something so big in his mouth, and he already anticipates a sore throat when all is said and done.
Naoya gives his dark hair a sharp tug, gradually easing him back off his cock. And for a moment, he just appreciates the soft pants escaping Choso's spit-slicked lips. The colour is smeared prettily, and Naoya can't help smirking. "Such a pretty girl. Mmm.. I'll go easier on you if you suck a little. You don't have to do too much, it's not your fault you're so awful at this. You've probably never done it, so of course you don't know how to please a man properly. Your mouth and your throat feel good on their own, but you still need to put a little effort in," He says, and Choso is getting mixed signals. What was the previous praise for? His cheeks flush deeply with embarrassment, and he brings a shaky hand up to wipe his mouth.
Before he can rationalize why it would be better to keep his damned thoughts to himself, he's speaking up again. "I-I've never-.." He trails off, but that's all Naoya needs.
The grin that spreads across his face is something wicked. "Oh, that's perfect.. I really got lucky with you, huh? The perfect little wife. You're so clumsy and clueless, and let me guess, you're a virgin too, aren't you?" He sounds absolutely thrilled, and it makes Choso squirm. He doesn't have to answer, Naoya already has all the information he needs. "You're gonna be so tight," He practically groans, and Choso takes note of the way his cock twitches in interest. His lip wobbles again, and Naoya threads his fingers back in his hair. "Alright, be a good girl for your husband. Nice and slow. I want you to lick a little first. Oh, and look up at me while you're at it," He purrs.
For a moment, Choso just stares up at him with the cutest little look of uncertainty that Naoya has ever seen. And this, he thinks, is so much better than any woman his family could ever try to set him up with. It's thrilling, in a way. Because his sweet little curse is just as pretty as a woman, but far more talented. Strong. And oh, how Naoya loves to be in control of the strong. Amused as ever, Naoya gives Choso's hair a little tug. "Well, go on, princess. It isn't going to suck itself," He taunts.
Choso hates the way he trembles.
Begrudgingly so, he leans in and takes a shaky breath before tentatively licking over the tip of Naoya's cock. He's clumsy and uncertain, and he's pretty sure Naoya gets off on his embarrassment. He lets his tongue run along the underside of the blond's dick, and Choso flinches away slightly when Naoya's cock twitches. It gets a laugh from the blond, and Choso wants to hide. It's absurd. He's a curse, he's strong- stronger than this, anyway, and yet, he's shaking like a newborn fawn. He can feel the way Naoya's grip tightens in his hair. "Awh, no need to be scared, doll. Take it easy. Mm, remember how I had it in your mouth a little bit ago? I want you to do that, but try sucking. Got it, princess?"
Choso just nods his head a little and swallows over the lump in his throat. He takes a breath, mouth slipping around the head of Naoya's cock slowly, gradually taking more and more in. He isn't sure why he's trying so hard, either. It isn't like Naoya deserves it, and yet Choso still.. tries.
Naoya sighs a little and leans back against his desk, watching the way choso's pretty pink lips are stretched around his thick cock. His little curse looks perfect, and Naoya's only regret is that he doesn't have his phone with him, so he can't take any photos of him. He thinks it would be funny, sending pictures to the Itadori kid. He wonders if the brat would really care anyway. He moves his hips a bit, slow at first to give his darling little wife the chance to adjust a bit. And he observes the way those dark eyes well up every time his cock bumps the back of his throat. "Princess, you look so cute for me like this. So tempting. I know I said I'd wait until wedding night to actually fuck you, but I might not be able to stick to my plans there," He coos, and Choso nearly chokes. It makes Naoya grin all over again. "Don't worry, doll, I never said I'd do it today.." He purrs.
It makes Choso whine a bit around the cock in his mouth, and he grips at Naoya's hakama all over again with trembling fingers. It goes on that way for awhile, Choso doing his best to suck Naoya's cock, Naoya petting his hair or gripping it harshly for the sake of fucking into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. When he finally pulls out again, there's an obscene 'pop' sound, and Choso has spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Naoya exhales shakily at the sight of him, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock all over again. "Alright, princess, now I need you to look up at me and stick your tongue out like you did earlier. Got that? Just like before," He prompts, and Choso hesitates.
Still though, he complies.
Tilting his head up to look at Naoya, Choso parts his lips and sticks his tongue out of his mouth. He can see the way the blond shivers at the sight of him, a soft groan escaping him. It makes Choso's cheeks flush, and he can feel the heat spread down his neck and to the tips of his ears. He rests his hands on his knees and grips at his kimono as he waits, already anticipating what's going to happen.
Naoya revels in the sight. Choso's always-sleepy-seeming eyes are half-lidded, and that only adds to the look. He looks like a whore, kneeling with his mouth open and his tongue out, and god, Naoya wants to ruin him. It doesn't take much more for him to cum, and his hand comes to a trembling halt on his cock as he releases directly into Choso's open mouth. Some coats his tongue, some hits his plump lower lip, but everything about him looks perfect, right down to the look of bafflement on his pretty face. "There.. That's perfect, doll, stay just like that awhile longer-" Naoya sounds a little breathless, lazily stroking his cock as he comes down from the high of his orgasm.
Choso feels frozen, cum dripping down his lip and hitting his bare chest. He's flustered, he can't help it. Even more embarrassing still is the fact that his own cock is half-hard at that point. He's never had that kind of reaction to anything before- not even once that he can recall. So why now, why for Naoya? Why for being degraded this way? He hates it, he hates it, he hates it so much.
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It's so hot outside.
Choso's kimono is halfway down his chest, showing off soft, unmarred shoulders. His pale skin is flushed prettily, and he's draped against the windowsill in Naoya's office. He fans himself with his hand, but it does very little good. Even the gentle breeze that occasionally sweeps in through the window isn't particularly useful. He wants to lie down in the shade, someplace cool, someplace other than Naoya's stuffy office. And it doesn't help having his hair untied. It's too warm.
"Nh- ah.." Choso trails off, looking over with his usual sleepy gaze. He's hesitant to use the blond's name, but he steels his resolve. "Naoya.." He tries again, and he gets a hum in response. Setting the pen in his hand down on the stack of papers in front of him, Naoya looks up to watch Choso, just admiring the way his body is draped against the open window. His eyes trail over the curve of his neck, over those perfect collarbones, down the front of his chest, every inch of exposed skin he can lay his eyes on. He makes a mental note to leave some marks on him at some point, bruise up that perfectly creamy skin. His eyes glide back up to Choso's drowsy expression; dark, wispy strands of unruly hair frame his pretty face, and Naoya wants to kiss him until he can't even breath. "Can I tie my hair up? It's so hot in here," Choso finally mumbles.
Typically, Naoya's answer would be a firm no. He doesn't tend to like the look of long hair being tied up; it's a waste and a shame and it's harder to tug at when it's tied up. But since Choso is so obedient, he supposed it won't hurt. And he can't argue that it is indeed hot out.
Nodding once, Naoya props an elbow up on his desk. "Let me, princess," He says easily, and Choso seems to watch him for a moment before slowly getting to his feet and shuffling over. Naoya gestures for him to kneel, and so Choso obeys with some reluctance, kneeling beside Naoya's chair. Turning to face the curse better, he holds a hand out expectantly. Choso may not be allowed to wear his hair tied up as he used to, but he still wears hairties around his wrists. Naoya knows it. And so as he expects, his darling little curse hands one over in record time. "Good girl," Naoya comments, gathering up the dark spill of Choso's hair and giving a sharp tug just to hear the way Choso whines. Satisfied with such a reaction, he takes his time carefully tying Choso's hair up in some attempt at a messy bun, unruly wisps sticking out in every which way. Even if Naoya tends to hate such hairstyles, it looks rather cute on his little curse. "There we go.. That should do the trick," Naoya snickers, and he leans back in his chair to peer down at Choso.
Choso peers over his shoulder, looking up at Naoya, and the sight is damn near enough to make the blond's mouth water. How can he help it, with the sleepy look to Choso's eyes, the way his bare shoulders and the nape of his neck are now fully on display? How can he help it, with the way the kimono he wears dips down to show his shoulder blades? Naoya licks his lips and pushes his chair back a little. "Come here, doll," He tells him, patting his thigh expectantly. Blinking his eyes slowly, Choso rises to his feet and takes a seat in Naoya's lap, straddling him. "Mighty affectionate today," Naoya snickers.
"Just sleepy," Choso murmurs, slumping against Naoya's chest and resting his forehead against the blond's shoulder
Arching a brow, Naoya picks his pen up and gets back fo his work. "You didn't sleep poorly from what I could tell. Why are you so tired?" He questions idly, free hand settling against the small of Choso's back.
"It's because of the heat.." Choso's words are slightly muffled against Naoya's shoulder. He breaths a soft sigh and lets his eyes close. "I don't do well in hot weather. Its so warm, it makes me feel all.. sleepy.." He starts to trail off, and Naoya can't help being amused. To think something as simple as a hot day could render a curse so useless. He wonders how heavy a sleeper Choso will be as a result of the high temperature. He wonders if he could fuck his mouth while he sleeps and not have him notice. An endeavor for another day, he supposes. Right now, there's paperwork to sort through, much to his irritation.
He can feel the way Choso's breathing evens out, and he hums in amusement, eyes wandering to the window for a moment. Perhaps the hot weather isn't such a bad thing after all.
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The leather feels strange around his waist, and the steel boning is firm behind the material. It isn't tightened, not yet, but already, he's unsure of how far Naoya will try to push him. Kohaku has done his makeup again, and Choso's hair is a dark waterfall over his pale skin. He's standing in front of the mirror while he waits for Naoya. All of this, he knows, is just practice. Practice to fool Naoya's family. After all, as far as any of them know, Choso is Naoya's fiancée. More relevantly so, a woman. They all think he's a girl, and what choice does he have but to play the part for Yuji's sake?
He hears the door slide open, and then slide shut again, and Naoya's footsteps are something he's become familiar with. "Looking pretty, doll," He muses as he makes his way across the floor to snake his arms around Choso's waist, fingers wandering over the leather. "You already look so cute, but a small waist will really bring it all together," He lets his hands settle at Choso's hips, sliding up to the middle of his waist and then right back down. He leans forward, nips just below Choso's ear. "Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Everyone is going to be jealous of how perfect my wife is," He says, and his hands move up to Choso's shoulders for a moment. It's something the curse has taken note of; Naoya likes to touch. Right from the get go, even, he had been so keen on just touching, maintaining contact..
He feels those calloused palms and fingers glide down across his bare shoulders, slowly reaching his wrists. Naoya's fingers trail down just a little further and rest at the backs of his hands, fingers threading between his own. It's much too gentle for how Naoya usually acts, and Choso's breathing falters. Naoya brings their hands up to rest at either side of the mirror, and he presses Choso's palms flat to the wall. "Now, don't move them unless I say so," His voice is low, and all Choso can do is nod a little in understanding. Naoya takes a moment to kick his legs apart a bit, bringing a hand to the back of Choso's neck and pushing him forward toward the mirror until he's bent at a slight angle. Only then does he step back a little to admire his work, taking in the way Choso looks like this. "Good girl.."
Taking the corset's laces into his hands, Naoya pulls slowly, humming a quiet tune and watching Choso's facial expressions in the mirror. The embarrassed flush to his cheeks, the way his eyes flicker away from his own reflection, so shy and adorable.
Aa the bodice of the corset gets tighter and tighter, Choso can't help the way his breath catches in his throat. He really does look feminine this way, and he can't deny it. Everything from the makeup down to the way his waist narrows with the help of the corset as Naoya pulls the laces tighter, tighter..
When he had tried to do it himself a few days prior, Naoya had clicked his tongue and told him it wasn't nearly tight enough. And now, as he tightens it further, Choso finds it a bit difficult to breath. It looks nice, but it doesn't feel nice. And he knows this can't be the right way to wear the damn thing, because no one would wear them if they felt this way. He wonders vaguely if he wouldn't mind so much were he able to wear it properly.
"T-..Too tight.. That's too-" He tries, a bit weakly, and Naoya just snickers behind him.
"Awh, come on now, princess. I'm sure you can take it, can't you? Be a good girl for me. You look so pretty," Naoya says sweetly as he ties the laces up finally and brings his hands around to rest against Choso's abdomen, or rather, the corset that covers it. He steps forward, and Choso can feel how hard Naoya is even now. "You know, it's a real shame you can't have my kids someday, but I definitely prefer you over some weak bitch," He says with a sigh, resting his chin on Choso's shoulder and watching their reflections.
Choso averts his eyes reflexively, flustered as ever. He feels rather lucky that his anatomy is unmistakably male; better him to tolerate this than an actual woman. He's glad he can't get pregnant, glad he can't have Naoya's kids. Glad Naoya can't force him to. He exhales sharply, muttering softly. "For someone who claims not to care about having kids, you sure do talk about it an awful lot," He grumbles.
"Only because wish I could see how pretty you'd look then," Naoya purrs. "Truth be told, I don't really care about actually having kids of my own. I don't like 'em too much, in fact, and it's more work than I'm willing to commit to. I know the topic is bound to come up eventually though. My family is going to expect kids from us, no doubt, so, I'll have to spin some bullshit about you not being able to have 'em. It'll be such a shame to play the pity game, but it'll get 'em off my case at least," He says, hand gliding up and down over the front of the corset. "And besides.. I wouldn't want the risk of ending up with a little girl. That would just be such a waste," He adds nonchalantly. Choso wishes he could smack the bastard once for every woman on the planet that has ever had the displeasure of coming into contact with him.
"You're a real piece of work," Choso mutters, a bit breathlessly, and Naoya presses up against his ass in a way that makes a shiver run down his spine.
"Doll, that's not a very nice thing to say to your future husband. I think you should watch your mouth when you speak to me, don't you?" Naoya says, and his hand moves from the front of Choso's corset to smack his ass through the lacy panties he's got on, which garners a slight squeak of surprise from the curse. "You're usually so well behaved, what, is it that time of the month or something?" He taunts, and Choso exhales sharply in irritation, brows knitting together slightly as he scowls at Naoya's reflection.
If the blond bastard treats him this way, when he isn't actually a woman, then he loathes to think of how he exactly he must treat actual women.
He doesn't answer Naoya's question- it isn't really applicable to him, after all. He shudders a little when the blond smacks his ass yet again, hands moving to grip at his hips, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises behind. "I wonder if I should punish you properly for all the back talk today. I don't really like this little attitude you've got going on," He says with a wistful sigh. "I've been thinking a lot about what I want our first time together to be like. I'm not too into romantic things, but any good husband should spoil his wife a little the first time, right? But, then again.. I like seeing how pretty you look when you cry for me, and when you get all shy and embarrassed. Maybe I'll fuck you right here and make you watch yourself in the mirror so you can see how much of a slutty girl you are," He ponders aloud. He brushes his thumbs over Choso's hips. "I also wanna hear you. Wanna make you scream for me.. I wish everyone else could hear you too, so they would know how well I'm fucking you. But if they hear you, they'll know you're not really a girl. Maybe I'll take you to a hotel or something. Rail you so hard we get noise complaints," He muses, pressing himself up against Choso's ass.
Squirming a little, Choso tries to draw in a deep breath. But it's tough with the way the corset hugs his waist so tightly. "That's.. not.. very romantic," He grumbles, and he can feel one of Naoya's hands slide around to the front of the lacy panties he's got on. They hardly do much for covering up, but it's better than nothing as far as Choso is concerned. It's something, at least, between Naoya's rough palm and his own sensitive cock. He can't help but try to arch his back when Naoya presses his palm against him a little, but the corset prevents him from bending much at all. He bites back a whimper, doesn't want to give Naoya that additional satisfaction.
"Oh? Then, how do you want our first time to be, princess? Tell me what's on your mind," Naoya purrs to him, voice low by his ear. Everything he says, it's always a trap. And Choso should really know better by now, he really should. He should know that Naoya can, and will, turn every word he says back on him. To embarrass him, to get his way- everything is a trap, and Choso walks into it with the same naivety every.. single.. time.
Choso doesn't want to answer. Hell, he thinks just pondering those thoughts will result in spontaneous combustion due to the unbearable embarrassment of it all. He swallows thickly, and his fingers curl a bit against the wall. "I-.. I don't.. have a preference. I don't know.." He mumbles the words, awkward and uncomfortable. Naoya palms him a bit through his underwear, and it makes his knees tremble, a soft gasp escaping him.
"Nothing at all, doll? So you want me to choose for us then, huh? What if I want to be rough with you? Can you take it? I did say I wanted to make you scream. What if I go at you for hours until you can't even walk right? Fill you up with my cum like you deserve.. How does that sound?" Naoya's voice is sultry and taunting, and Choso wants to whimper. The feeling of Naoya's hand against his cock is making his head spin- he's never felt that way before, he can't help it. "You're a virgin, aren't you? Are you just so bold that you think you can handle taking it nice and hard? What it I just fuck you right now? Would you like that, princess?"
His mind is hazy, but he manages to shake his head, breathing ragged and unsteady. "N-No, I- I can't-.." He hates to admit it, but he knows he can't take Naoya as roughly as the blond seems to want. He isn't above admitting that he would probably be in a lot of pain, and that isn't what he wants. He bites his tongue, holds his breath..
"Can't take it? So tell me how you want it, love. Something more tame? Come on, now, I'm listening," He mocks.
Choso closes his eyes tightly, involuntarily bucking his hips forward against Naoya's hand. And god, he's so embarrassed, but he just can't stop himself when it feels that good. Why does it feel so good? He shakes his head. He can't think, not like this, not now, not with Naoya rubbing at his cock like he is. He wants to disappear, wants to hide. It's embarrassing letting anyone see him this way, falling apart like this.
"Use your words, princess. Tell your husband how you want it, hm? How do you want to take my cock?" Naoya prompts him again, and Choso can't help the broken sounding moan that claws its way out of his throat. "Open your eyes and look at me. It's polite to look someone in their eyes when you're talking to them," He purrs.
'I can't, I can't do it. Don't make me look. Please, don't make me..'
"Look at me, princess," Naoya demands once more, and Choso forces himself to open his eyes. And immediately, his gaze is locked on Naoya's reflection. He wonders if this is how prey feels before being devoured by a predator.
He can feel Naoya grinding against his ass, he can feel the heat of his breath tickling at his neck, and Choso wants to whimper. Again, he just shakes his head. He can sense that Naoya's patience is wearing dangerously thin, but he can hardly form coherent words like this, much less coherent thoughts. And Naoya growls, nipping behind his ear.
"If I just pull your panties down and fuck you right here, right now, would you complain? Or can you take it? Is that it, doll? Because I'm not so sure you could handle that, or, am I wrong? Be a good girl and tell me how you want it."
He gives Choso's ass a sharp swat for emphasis, and the curse jolts a little. "I-I-" He splutters a bit, and he feels almost lightheaded. His reflection taunts him, cheeks flushed prettily and eyes half-lidded. "I've never.. done that kind of thi- ah-! That.. kind of thing.. s-so please-" He tries desperately to gather his bearings, ducking down a little further and unintentionally pressing his ass back against Naoya's hard cock, clothing the only thing separating them. "P-Please be gentle with me, at least for the first time. I-.. I can learn to take it, but please don't be too harsh the first time. I won't be able to take it-" He blurts out, and the bluntness of his words startles even himself. Naoya is grinning, fingers finally dipping over the waistband of the panties Choso is wearing, pulling them down to let his cock spring free.
"Was that so hard, princess? Keep going, now. Walk me through how you want it. You're a virgin, but you aren't completely clueless, are you?" Naoya snickers, wrapping his hand around Choso's cock, flushed and aching. The curse whimpers under his touch, and he nibbles a bit at the sensitive spot behind his ear.
As if asking for Naoya to be gentle wasn't difficult enough, now he's expected to continue? Choso is sure he's going to just die then and there. He allows a whine of distress to escape him. "I-I don't know, what-.. what am I supposed to.. to say-..?" He trails off, uncertain.
Naoya seems to find humour in it all as he lazily pumps his hand up and down Choso's length. "You've never even fantasized before? You really are innocent after all, huh?" He sighs a little, continuing to grind against Choso's ass. "You want gentle, huh? How about this.. I'll lay you down, nice and easy.. take my time stripping you out of those pesky clothes of yours.." He hums a little, pressing a few kisses to the crook of Choso's neck. "Finger your tight pussy for a little while.." He muses, and Choso doesn't bother correcting the fact that he doesn't have the anatomy Naoya is even referring to. He knows that Naoya is aware, and he knows the blond just doesn't care. "I already know you'll be such a whiny mess for me, just from my fingers. Such a pretty girl. You'll probably cry that it's too much for you, too. I'll be gentle, don't worry, but gentle doesn't mean being merciful. So I'll keep going, even when you grab my wrist and beg me to stop. It'll feel good after awhile, you just have to be patient for your husband," He continues.
Choso is a wreck, moans slipping involuntarily from his mouth as Naoya tends to his cock with expert hands. And Naoya is reveling in it, savouring every single sound of pleasure that he can tear from his darling little curse's pretty mouth.
"I'll use lube, just to make things easy for you. And I'll tease you for awhile.. make you beg a little for my thick cock.. and when I finally give it to you, you'll be grabbing at my shoulders for support, moaning my name like a needy little whore.. And you are one, of course. You're my slutty little princess," Naoya is too good at everything he does. Choso feels like his knees are going to give out on him at any moment. "And I'm going to fuck you nice.. and slow.. for a good long time.. Even after you cum for me, probably. You're going to be so sensitive, and you're going to be so cute while you whine and squirm.. And when I finally think you've had enough," He slows his hand to a stop on Choso's cock, dropping his voice to a low whisper into the curse's ear. "I'm going to cum inside you. And you'll beg me not to, but I won't listen. You're my good little slut, so you're going to take everything I give you," He tells him, brushing the calloused pad of his thumb over the leaking tip of Choso's cock.
That's all it takes to push the poor curse over the edge, and Choso cums hard, painting the mirror white with his release. His breathing comes in desperate pants, and his knees finally buckle. Naoya is quick to wrap his free arm around Choso's waist, keeping him upright and moving his cum-coated hand up to Choso's mouth, forcing his fingers inside. "Be a good girl and clean up, hm? The mirror is next, so you better do a good job," He snickers, watching their reflections as Choso sucks on his fingers. It's gentle, but Choso tends to be surprisingly gentle in most things, right down to the way he sucks cock. Once Naoya is satisfied with the status of his fingers, he slips them out of Choso's mouth and intentionally smears the carefully applied lipstick in the process. He releases his hold on Choso's waist, letting him fall to his knees with a soft thump.
Shaky hands flying to rest against the wall again on either side of the mirror, Choso peeks up through his messy bangs to lock eyes with Naoya's reflection. The blond just smirks in mild amusement, giving a slight nod. "Go on, clean up the mess you made," He tells him, and Choso leans in, tongue poking out of his mouth to lick the cum up off of the mirror's surface. Naoya can't help laughing. "Such an obedient little whore, isn't that just the cutest damn thing. Look at you go," He says, and Choso feels the tips of his ears flush hot and red.
Naoya is working at getting his hakama bottoms down a little, enough to free his cock, and Choso wants to disappear. He already knows he's in for another throat-fucking. He always hates the way his throat is achey and sore when Naoya finishes with him, but his voice tends to be raspy as it is, and it's not like he has much talking to do on a daily basis anyway. He mostly just has to sit around and look pretty for Naoya. It's a simple thing, he thinks. He wonders if Naoya would let him lay out in the soft grass in the garden if he asked him nicely.
"Say, princess," Naoya chimes, humming as he watches Choso. "D'you want me to invite your brother to the wedding?" He snickers. "You know, so he can see how nice and pretty his elder sister looks all dolled up for me. Think he'd actually show?" He quips, and Choso's feelings are mixed. He wants to see Yuji again, of course he does, but not when he's like this. Yuji is kind and good. Choso knows he wouldn't judge him. Not for wearing makeup or dressing feminine or, well, anything, now that he thinks of it. But even so.. it makes his heart twist. Yuji would inevitably question why he would agree to something so absurd, but how could Choso tell him the truth? Before he can so much as contemplate a proper answer to Naoya's question, the blond just hums. "I think I'll invite him for you. Be a nice little family reunion. And a show of good faith, just so you know I really won't hurt him," He says, and he threads a hand into Choso's hair to pull him away from the mirror. "We'll worry about that some other time. For now, just let me-" He shoves his hard cock into Choso's mouth, sighing in relief. "Ahh, there we go. Be a good girl, now.."
Choso feels dizzy, exhausted. He can't breath properly in this damn corset, and he's so sleepy post-orgasm, he can't help it. He wonders if he'll fall asleep with his future husband's cock shoved down his throat. He wonders if Naoya will scold him for it. He wonders if he'd even care if Naoya scolded him for it. He lets his eyes fall closed, and he relaxes his throat as Naoya forces his head forward and backward, maintaining a firm grip in his hair all the while.
'This is what big brothers are for,' He thinks to himself. 'A good big brother does anything he can to keep his little siblings safe and sound. This is what big brothers are for..'