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as gorou arrived in inazuma city for his “every-other-day-ly” visits at the yae publishing house, he was surprised by yae’s preposterous proposition.
she had suggested that gorou partook in a meet and greet, cosplaying as the dear fans’ idol, miss hina.
immediately, gorou flustered. his ears laid flat on his head, seemingly weighed down by bricks, expressing the disliking he took to the idea. he tried to get his words together. how could a man that was usually so quick to think suddenly brain-dead? eventually, he mustered up a sentence.
“i– yae, respectfully, i- i don’t think i’m.. fit.., for such a role,” he said, kindly denying her request for obvious reasons. but the menacing grin on the kitsune’s face didn’t falter. when he realized this, he knew he was in deeper than he originally thought.
at first, he thought he’d simply decline politely, and that’d be that. but, of course, yae is.. yae.
“oh, gorou, but it’d be such a pity if all the stuff i got would go to waste!” she said, sorrowful, but her facial expression maintained menacing. just as she said this, she snapped her fingers and one of her many employees dragged a heavy box to sit directly in front of gorou.
his face morphed to one of confusion, cautious as he eyed it. his tail began to slowly sway back and forth. yae, expecting this reaction, teased his curiosity.
“go on, open it up. don’t you want to see what’s inside?” she spoke, devious as ever. it almost made gorou not want to see what was inside. but, his curiosity overtook him, and she’d already given him the “go ahead.” and so, he did.
what he found inside was not what he was expecting at all. he honestly didn’t know what he expected, but it was probably the furthest thing from what he saw.
as he opened the box, unfolding the cardboard flaps gently, slowly, it started to reveal the contents inside.
that being; hair extensions (weirdly) uncanny to the color of his own hair, a neck accessory almost akin to the one on his armor, a giant ribbon, platform heels, nicely folded silky teal fabric, and the most eye-catching thing in the box, sitting right under all of the other materials, a huge peachy colored blob.
needless to say, he couldn’t have had less of a clue as to what the peachy blob was underneath it all, but, assuming the worst, he looked up in horror at the evil pink-haired kitsune standing right above him. he felt inferior like this, and greatly humiliated. meanwhile, she just laughed in amusement at the look on his face.
“oh my, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” she laughs, then taking in the flush rapidly spreading across his face, she makes a new remark. “or rather, you look like you’ve done one.”
that last bit comes as a surprise to gorou, the general instantly getting what she meant by “done one,” and he’s about to stomp away like a child when he feels his cheeks heating up in further embarrassment. he buries his face in his hands instead, quietly muttering incoherent things to himself.
“dear me, child, am i going to need to take you to a clinic?” she jokes. gorou doesn’t think this is funny, clearly distressed, but she continues joking about it anyway.
“yae, i– what am i supposed to do with all this?” he asked, pitiful in the way he looked up at yae. he felt guilty now; it was written all over his face. he almost felt like he owed this favor to her now. because, well, she must’ve spent so much money on all of this, he didn’t want it going to waste…
yae, (reading him like a book,) of course, expected this. she continued the pity party, persistent in making him give in. she wouldn’t go all out in the show she was putting on, that’s too much work for the kitsune. if he denies, (which she knows he most likely won't,) she’ll have to get someone else to take the part.
“well, i hoped you’d wear it.. aren’t you going to?” she asked, twisting her expression to be one of sadness, only with her signature smile, making her look hopeful.
gorou, not seeing through the façade she put on, felt his stomach twist with guilt, looking down at the box in contemplation. he still wondered what the peachy thing was (, it might not have been what he thought it was, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions..) before he committed himself to this, he had to know all of the.. rules and regulations. he wanted to know what he was getting himself into, at least.
before he asked anything, he went ahead and figured it out for himself, an uneasy look on his face. yae watched with amusement as the general gently lifted the items off the large object, laying them on the wooden floor next to the box. it was then that he realized the peach-colored object was looking more and more like what he feared.
when the pink-haired woman initially proposed a meet and greet, the first thing he thought of was, of course, the fact that it was just a ridiculous idea. then, he began to think about the.. “other factors.”
..those being, his appearance. specifically in the (..ahem,) chest area. he was certainly lacking in that department– he didn’t have any muscle there, either, like the infamous arataki itto. my, that troublemaker had muscles like no other. gorou wonders how long it took him to develop such strength. how much training he went through. he thinks itto looks to be a better general than himself.
if i had itto’s build, he thinks, my soldiers would deem me more worthy of their respect. as i am now, my soldiers don’t see me as a proper general. especially with these animalistic features of mine.
his soldiers respect him, of course, they respect him a lot! but he notices that they think he’s weak, or fragile, because of the way he looks. he wishes he could be better for them. stronger. maybe if he looked like itto, the tall, strong, and mighty oni, he could be just that. but, alas, he wasn’t any of those things. instead, he was the opposite– a small, feeble and unintimidating canine.
..right. back to the situation at hand.
the situation at hand, being, finding out the last item in the “mystery box.”
it seems like two round things attached to a flat piece, squished close together because of the confinements of the box. he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to confirm his speculations.
but, out of curiosity, he reached his hands into the box, holding the item on either side. he found that it was rubbery and soft. his movements stopped there, though, not taking the item out.
his ears perked up at yae suddenly speaking.
“i’m sure you have an idea of what it is. you seem afraid.” yae says, and giggles at the implication that the devoted doggy general of watatsumi was scared of a woman’s chest.
the general is reduced to stuttering once more, feeling his cheeks get hot. he avoided looking at the woman, as he would feel more embarrassed than he already was. “i– i’m not.” he manages, but it’s not very convincing.
gorou hurriedly grips onto the item now, lifting it up out of the box with little effort. it certainly wasn’t light, but it wasn’t too heavy for him. once he’s seen the item face-to-face, heat blooms across his whole face. it was– like he suspected– a large pair of fake breasts. they’ve got nipples and everything. and right now, he’s holding it by said fake breasts, he realizes. he squeezes them a little tighter as the weight settles in his hands, not wanting them to fall, and he blushes more at the feeling.
“yae!” he shouts in embarrassment, quickly glancing upwards to see her devilish grin, a smile so wide she’s revealing her teeth in delight. she cackles, bright and genuine, as gorou drops the fake breasts right back into the box.
“i– how– oh, god, lady guuji, how much was this?” he asks in pure astonishment.
“don’t you worry your pretty little head,” she teases, bending halfway down so her head was just above his, extending an arm as she slotted a hand right between his ears. he flinched at the action, paying it no mind, still making a worried face.
“i will say, it did cost a pretty penny to get this sailed overseas..” she says, standing up straight as she raises a hand to cup her cheek with, folding her arm under the other.
“oh, no…” gorou mumbles, staring at everything she’d bought in utter disbelief, and yae knows she’s getting her way now. she can’t help but smile again, looking down at him proudly.
“you could agree to this proposition i’m offering in exchange. i wouldn’t mind seeing you in the beloved ‘miss hina’’s attire as payment. after all, i suppose it’d have to do, as none of these items can i return.” she continues, milking him of his pity furthermore.
“guuji yae–” he abruptly starts, after a moment of silence, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. his gaze flickers between the box and yae miko in contemplation.
another moment of silence goes by, and finally,
“..okay.”
yae almost giggles with glee but keeps her composure. archons, is she excited to see gorou looking at her pitifully as miss hina. she clears her throat. “what was that?” she asks, feigning confusion, smiling when she sees the canine look up at her with a violently bright pink face.
“i, um… i.. agree. i’ll do the meet ‘n greet. in the–” he glances at the box, then back up. he looks bewildered. “in the outfit.”
once again, yae smiles wide, and it’s not for the reason gorou thinks– she’s struggling to keep back her giggles, holding her breath.
“oh, wonderful!” she says, opting to not hold back her joy as she giggles openly. “now, the meet and greet is in three days.”
“THREE DAYS!?”
gorou is.. severely overwhelmed, to say the least, and it’s a wonder he hasn’t thrown up. the quickly arriving meet and greet had been the only thing on his mind the entire time leading up to the dreadful event.
even during training sessions, (which he barely partook in anymore,) he thought about it– about struggling to walk in the short heels, or how much makeup they'll put on him, how soft the fabric of the dress will feel against his skin...
that last thought, admittedly, was probably the worst one he's had since thinking about it. when he'd first thought of it, he was horrified at the fact that he might like wearing the dress. at night, after he'd taken off his armor and changed into his pajamas, he laid in bed and gently felt at his blanket, comparing it to the feel of the dress in his hands.
it's embarrassing to think about now.., he thinks as he tries his best to focus on what her excellency is saying. he wishes the meet and greet would be over with already, but at the same time he wishes it would come slower.
he's conflicted. obviously. the only thing he can do now is try not to think about it (and fail in doing so).
the day rolls around too soon for gorou's liking, and all of a sudden he's hopping on a boat to inazuma, anxiety purging through him the entire ride, up until he arrives.
he hadn't gotten much sleep that night, and when he decides to rest his legs, sitting with his back against the rim of the boat, he finds himself easing into unconsciousness.
he dreams of rubbing his ears against a rough blanket. after a while, a pillow appears between his legs. and when he wakes up, he realizes how that dream had been provoked.
when he stirs into reality, he feels tired, and there's no blinding light like he expected there to be. like there should be. another thing is that there's pressure against his ears, evening out with the way it goes in circles, pleasuring him.
with his mind still foggy from drowsiness, the after-thought of the dream on his mind, he subconsciously tilts his head slightly as he pushes his head into the warm touch. he doesn't care for the way his tail is wagging between his legs, brushing against his semi-erection.
the movement stops for a split second but resumes quickly. with this, gorou eases his eyes open.
oh, shit.
there stands arataki itto, crouched down in front of him. with the large toothy grin on his face, gorou can tell that he's almost squealing with delight as he continues the ministrations.
gorou jolts, whole body tensing. embarrassment spreads like a wildfire across his face and down his neck, but he can't seem to back away from the touch.
“heyy, doggy general! you fell asleep on the boat, and- phew, you're a heavy sleeper, little man! i couldn't wake you up, so i just kinda put you on the sand. and when i saw you sleepin' so peacefully, i couldn't help but want to feel your fluffy little ears! they just looked so soft!” itto says, almost as an excuse, but it's clear he feels no guilt because he's still scratching and feeling at gorou's ears.
“y–you–!” the canine starts, being cut off by himself– whining when itto's rough hand rubs his ear just right. “nh, s–stop that! gah, this is s-so emba–ah–”
“why? you're so cute, little general! how can i resist when such a cute little doggy is itching for scratches?” itto teases, rubbing a little harder to get more sounds out of the canine.
and it works, because another whine is drawn out of him, right as he opens his mouth to protest. “a-arataki itto! p-please, get your haa–ands off me! this is very.. hnn– disrespectful!” he yelps in an attempt to knock some sense into the brute, using all his strength to grab onto his forearms.
it seems to work because itto's smile drops and his hands halt their movement. he's making an incomprehensible face, now. it looks like he's trying to see inside gorou's mind. a second later, he removes his hand from gorou's hair and the general is both relieved and disappointed at the same time. he settles for saying he's confused because he truly is– why would anyone do that to an unconscious person?
“hm, sorry little guy! got a little carried away, haha!” itto laughs, pulling away from the other, watching with a smile as the boy reaches for his ears, touching them gently as if he'd been overstimulated with itto's rough touch. maybe he was, itto considers.
“p-please, ask a person before you go ahead and touch their.. sensitive areas.” gorou mutters, collecting himself as he stands up, patting and brushing the sand off his pants.
itto gives a puzzled look, standing up, too, only much taller– he's towering over the other. “sensitive? oh– oh! yeah, judging by your noises, i guess they are sensitive!” he muses, and he's not even teasing, he says it with such curiosity that it's clear he meant no wrong.
so gorou adjourns, clearing his throat. “now, if you'll excuse me, i.. um, i have something to deal with.” he says, turning away to start his dreadful walk to the yae publishing house.
“wait! hey, doggy general, let me walk with you!” itto's voice booms as he jogs up to the general. he also has to walk back to inazuma, but that's not the only reason why he offered.
there's a moment of silence, until, itto– of course– breaks it with his loud voice. “hey, you know, you kinda look like miss hina!” he says, and gorou couldn't be more caught off-guard.
“..what are you saying?” he asks, cautious.
“well, i mean, without the.. um.. you know,” he says vaguely, gesturing at his own chest with two open palms. gorou understands after a second, rolling his eyes and looking away as a faint blush tints his cheeks. “you don't have any sisters, do you?” he asks, and he's smiling, but it's a genuine question.
gorou stays quiet for a little, riddled with his stupidity. “no,” is all he says when he answers.
“oh,” itto says, and when gorou thinks that's the end of it, the man's voice booms once more. “well, you know, there's a meet and greet today. you know, with miss hina... hey, aren't you a general? what're you doing here anyway?” he questions, seemingly never being quiet. gorou's breath hitches. what should he say now?
“uh, i– oh! i'm here for her excellency, you know. general duties.”
“who?” itto asks stupidly.
gorou turns to the oni with an incredulous look on his face. “the divine priestess of watatsumi island! sangonomiya kokomi, you don't know of her!?”
“um..” itto looks ashamed and confused. mostly confused. “no.. should i? and, that still doesn't answer the question! what's a fine p..pre-itis?”
gorou sighs. “divine priestess,” he corrects. “she's the ruler of watatsumi island.” he says simply, not knowing if itto has the brain capacity for the full story. he'll probably have to explain further to get the oni to understand if he told the full story.
“oh..” itto says, dumbfounded. “like the shogun?”
the canine cringes at the mention of her. how disrespectful can a person be? comparing her excellency to the shogunate... “absolutely not.” he says sternly, a scowl on his face. “in fact, they couldn't be more different. while both her excellency and the shogunate rule islands and lead an army, her excellency is tactful and a great strategist. she rules fairly. the shogunate on the other hand couldn't be more unfair towards her people. she casts aside their needs and is barely a leader, with her prolonged absence. though she abolished the vision hunt decree, her people still went through it, and they all suffered great losses. wasn't her reason to make the vision hunt decree a thing because she didn't want them to go through any more losses in life? her actions were backhanded, it seems she wielded a double-edged sword..”
only after he was done ranting did he realize all of what he'd said...and who he said it to. he covered his mouth in shock and embarrassment, his ears staying pinned down on his head. he turned to itto, who, with his eyes wide, was already facing him.
“i'm so sorry! i deeply apologize for that, i got carried away. i shouldn't be saying such things about your leader, it's not my place. that was very disrespectful of me.” gorou apologizes shamefully.
it takes arataki a minute to respond. “uh, no, it's alright! just didn't think i'd hear lil' ol' doggy general talkin' smack about the shogunate!” he jests, slinging his heavy arm around gorou again.
“i–...” is all the ginger can say in response. he feels his face getting hot again. why is this guy so touchy?
then it registers. "doggy general." why has he let this brute call him that for so long? “my name isn't doggy general, it's gorou. would you please stop calling me that...”
“nah.” itto says bluntly. then, “but you can call me whatever you want! you can call me "numero uno," arataki itto, arataki "the one and oni" itto, arataki "beetle gladiator" itto... take your pick!”
there's a short pause before gorou answers. “i think i'll just stick with itto, thanks– if you don't mind.” he replies dryly. this guy is too much energy. he definitely doubts her excellency would be able to put up with him without passing out if even gorou thinks he's tiring. perhaps allowing kokomi and him even 30 minutes to get acquainted would result in a week-long collapse in her energy and productivity.
“aw, come on, little man...” itto says disappointedly. he's leaning a little more on gorou's shoulder, and he's so heavy even gorou thinks he'll fall over. he doesn't say anything, though.
the oni sighs at the silence he's met with. “fine. but you've gotta call me mr. arataki, then, 'kay?” he says, and he sounds like he's being serious, so gorou agrees with a hum.
itto seems flabbergasted by his reaction. he sputters, “wha-ha-wh–? oh, nono, i was just joking! don't actually call me that, that'd be.. awkward. we're friends, after all, no need to be fancy!” then he mumbles, “so i guess itto works fine.”
“oh, okay. and like i said, please call me gorou.” he tells him hopefully.
“alright! nice to meetcha, doggy general gorou!” he jokes, laughing loudly.
and here gorou was, thinking he'd get a break. his ears lower in annoyance as he looks around. they're already in inazuma, he realizes. he doesn't remember time going by that fast. itto's a brute, he's loud and obnoxious, and he's dumb most of all. but he has to admit, the overbearing himbo helped pass time. he even got gorou's mind off of the...
right. the whole reason he came to inazuma– the meet and greet. and now, the yae publishing house is in sight, and anxiety is flowing through his veins again. he feels sick.
“um, i've gotta go.” gorou excuses himself, hoping itto will walk away.
“oh! right, i'll see you later!” he says, running towards the yae publishing house. he runs just past it to turn left and sit on a bench just out of view. just fantastic.
he also, unfortunately, sees yae walking out of the dreadful place, a menacing grin on her face. he feels ill. why did i agree to this again? he thinks as he walks towards her. he hopes he's not catching any attention. what would he do if anyone found this out? he thinks he's going to puke.
“there you are,” yae coos, taking a gracious step forward and grabbing his arm. “you're just on time.” she guides him inside, showing him the room divider he's supposed to change behind.
“that's barely any privacy at all...” he mutters, going behind it to see a familiar box. he feels so sick.
(in the midst of unfolding the dress, he sees a teal pair of women's panties. of course, yae goes the extra mile to make him feel embarrassed. there's no way he'd be wearing those...)
“am i done yet?” gorou complains as the ladies put layer upon layer of makeup on his face. he finds himself worrying about whether or not this much makeup is healthy. in reality, it's not much makeup at all, but it certainly feels like it to gorou.
“just a second and you're done, just be patient, little one.” yae says.
a minute later, they're finished and out of his face, and he can see himself in the mirror now. his eyes open wide in amazement.
“i look...” he mumbles, trailing off.
“like a whole new person, hm?” yae finishes, looking at him through the mirror from behind him. she leans forward a little more and snakes her hands down his chest to squeeze at the fake breasts. he blushes, making a face of annoyance at her reflection, ears lowered.
“how do these feel, huh?” she smirks, retracting her hands and glancing at the clock on the wall. gorou doesn't bother responding. “it's almost time. 10 minutes,” she reminds him, walking into another room with all of the ladies who helped him do his makeup.
he continues staring at himself in the mirror in utter disbelief. they did a fantastic job. he doesn't look like himself. he looks exactly like the miss hina cardboard cutout. he brings a hand up to feel the extensions. they're the most uncomfortable thing about the outfit, along with the piece connected to his ear. it's lightweight, but it makes his ear feel heavy and irritated.
his mind supplies the fact that the meet and greet is just minutes away, and his stomach twists itself into knots. he's so anxious he thinks he could explode. isn't itto going to be there? won't he recognize gorou and blow his cover? then, the rest of their relationship would be awkward.
wait.
what was he thinking? a serious relationship with arataki itto? archons, this whole thing has his brain confused all to hell.
“come on, miss hina, your fans are waiting for you.” yae taunts, and then he's greeting his fans.
in all honesty, it wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be...
at first.
because, at first, all he had to do was give autographs or solve a couple of people's problems.
but then he noticed a familiar figure in the line. he could tell it was itto by his height, his silver hair, and most of all his horns standing out slightly from above everyone.
the closer he got, the more anxious gorou grew. that same dread buried itself deep in the canine's gut. and yet when itto met 'miss hina,' all was well.
“wow, it's really you! can i have your hand, please?” itto asked impulsively, child-like excitement glimmering in his eyes. gorou almost got himself to admit it was cute.
trusting itto, he agreed. “of course.” she says, watching as the oni gently took miss hina's hand in his.
“holy shit!” he squealed, squeezing her hand tightly, successfully engulfing it entirely. miss hina flinched with the force of it.
“oh, shit, sorry!” arataki apologized, letting go of her hand. “right, um, i forgot to bring something for you to sign..”
“oh. would you like something e–”
“here!” he shouts, extending his arm. miss hina gives a confused and almost worried look. “you can sign my arm!” he clarifies.
“um, but.. wouldn't it wash away?” miss hina asks rhetorically. she hears itto murmur, “oh, right...”
“i'll still be here if you can go and get a piece of paper,” she suggests.
“but.. if i leave, i'll have to wait all over again...” he sighs in defeat, withdrawing his arm.
“we can just meet at the end of the event.” miss hina says. what am i thinking!? why am i suggesting that? do i want more trouble for myself?
“really!? you'll do that!? oh wow, miss hina, you're so kind! okay, then! i'll see you after the event!” itto agrees with delight, running off.
what has gorou gotten himself into this time...
by the time the meet and greet is over, gorou wants to do everything but meet up with arataki itto in this embarrassing costume. but he's the one who suggested this anyway– why did he suggest this?
miss hina wraps it up with the last person, bidding them farewell as they walk back home. she finally stands up from her seat, arching her back and reaching her arms up high as she stretches, sighing in relief. she bends at the hip to hold herself up with her hands on the table in front of her. the last thing she wants to do is sit back down now...
“miss hina! miss hina, i'm here! it's me, itto!” i know, gorou's brain supplies, as he looks up at itto. she straightens her posture to stand as lady-like as she can, clasping her hands together.
“hey, miss hina, are you okay?” he asks with concern, and miss hina watches as his eyes dart downwards to his cleavage. he feels his face heat up as embarrassment courses through his veins. “i saw you at the table. you look tired. you probably are! i mean, anyone would be, it's been a while, huh?”
miss hina smiles softly. “i'm quite alright. do you have something for me to sign?”
“i do!” itto beams, pulling a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to her. she puts it on the table and grabs a pen, bending down to sign it. the whole time, she feels the other's eyes piercing through her. or rather, piercing through her chest. she doesn't blame him, they're ridiculously big, and it's near impossible to look at anything other than them, especially when she's bending down like this.
oh. oops. miss hina realizes that that probably looked like she was provoking itto. her face is getting so hot she thinks her head's gonna explode. before that happens though, she gives the signed paper back to him.
“hm. you know, miss hina, you really look similar to my friend gorou!” he says, and miss hina's heart drops to her stomach. does he know? is he teasing her? there's no way. he wouldn't do that, would he?
miss hina manages to keep her composure. “oh, really?” she says.
“yeah! your hair and ears especially. hey, are those fake?” itto asks, reaching for her ears. miss hina panics all too late because by the time she tries to back away, her ears are being stimulated and she's quivering under his touch.
“haha, talk about deja vu! oh wait– shit, sorry, so they are real, i didn't know!” itto panics, withdrawing his hand from her hair, but miss hina's small hand grips tight on his forearm. “eh?” he blinks, surprised.
“i- um, i'm sorry!” she yelps, letting go. she looks scared, almost.
“hey, i didn't do anything wrong, did i?” the oni asks, concerned. he really hopes he didn't just screw everything up with miss hina. damn, he got one special chance to meet with her on her time, and he fucks up this badly? it's a miracle she hasn't gotten mad at him.
“..no,” she mumbles. “hey, itto?”
“yeah?” here it is. she's going to yell at him, ban him from ever seeing her again...
“can you do that again?”
itto almost gasps. another chance at touching her fluffy ears!? is he dreaming... wait, i'm probably dreaming–
“yeah! of course, miss hina!” he says excitedly, almost unable to restrain himself, but this time he makes sure to be more gentle about his approach. as soon as he puts a little pressure on her ear, she's leaning on the table again, leaning into his touch. she's still trembling.
“miss hina, are you okay? you're shaking. are you sure this is okay? shit, am i hurting you!?” he jolts back, holding her face in his hands to make her look at him, and the look on her face is nothing like what he expected.
he expected her to look hurt, of course, maybe mad, or sad, but she looked the opposite. her eyes were almost closed- half-lidded, and her eyebrows were furrowed like she was sad, but the look on her face definitely showed that she was not. “'m fine, please continue,” she mumbles.
he'd ask for permission again, but she really seems like she wants it. so, he rubbed her ears again, and after a few seconds, she starts whimpering and making sounds that are akin to moans. it reminds him of gorou on the boat.
gorou has no idea what he's doing. all he knows is that itto's so eager and willing and what he's doing feels good. so much so that he's painfully hard underneath the dress, and he's squeezing his thighs together to get any friction there. the way the silk feels against his hard cock is sinful, the material barely rubbing against his tip.
“ah.. itto, mmh!” he moans unabashedly, collapsing onto the table. itto's hand goes away for a second, and he's about to look up at him and ask why he stopped, but then the hand is back and all of his thoughts disappear. gorou plops down into the chair and starts rutting against it as subtly as possible, downright shivering with pleasure as he thrusts once, twice, and he's leaking precum into his panties (he [despite himself] decided to wear. why not wear the whole outfit, he figured. they go with the dress, as well. yae bought them for a reason, after all...).
“i..tto,” the canine moans, muffled into his arm. itto takes his hand away, and gorou almost cries, lifting his head up off the table to look at him.
..and, he's climbing over the counter. gorou can't find it in himself to panic, he just lets it happen; the oni picking him up off the chair and sitting down himself instead, putting gorou on his lap. “m-miss hina...” he sighs, tense as he looks into gorou's eyes with lustful desire. gorou's tail wags with anticipation.
“itto, please, keep on...” he trails off as itto's hand returns to his hair, resuming his ministrations. gorou hides his face in itto's neck, licking and biting at him with sharp teeth. his ears feel overstimulated, and he feels the urge to thrust against itto, but he knows he can't because then he'd know..
but then gorou comes to the conclusion that he doesn't care anymore, and he finally humps itto, feeling itto's bulge against his own. “mmmnh! ah! ah! itto..!” he whines, the building heat becoming less bearable as he thrusts harder and harder...
and then itto thrusts up against gorou, sighing in his ear, and he sees white, muffling his moan into itto's neck. hot cum leaks through his panties and onto his dress.
“haa.. haa.. uhh...”
gorou is a mess. he's drooling and panting heavily against the oni's neck as he calms down, laying limp in his arms. and itto must have the most restraint than any man in the world because though he's hard and hot between them, he stays still. he definitely wants to move, gorou can tell by the way his hips twitch. but for some reason, he's not.
wait. no way. is itto uncomfortable? he obviously knows miss hina has a dick now. is that why he's not moving?
gorou whips his head away as fast as he can to see itto's reaction, and to his surprise, he looks pitiful. it looks like he's silently begging for release.
it's hot. and gorou thinks he should do him a favor.
the canine slips itto's belt loose, tugging his pants down midthigh with the help of itto lifting his hips. he won't lie, he probably stared at his cock far too long for it to be anything but uncomfortable, but what was he supposed to do? it was huge and had him rethinking his decision.
but, then again, he's curious to see if he could fit it in his mouth.
gorou parts from itto's lap, instead kneeling on the floor face-to-face with his dick. ..could he really even fit half of it?
time to find out, he thinks as he brings his face closer until he's breathing hotly on the tip. he's a little nervous...
before gorou can persuade himself otherwise, he sticks his tongue out to give mere kitten licks. it tastes salty– the precum, he presumes. really, he's not focusing on itto's pleasure. he should be, he realizes, and swallows an inch of it between his lips, swirling his tongue around it and hollowing his cheeks. his own dick twitches when a drop of precum spills onto his tongue. he can't believe he's enjoying this.
he takes a look up at itto to see if he's doing any better. he's not. his mouth is wide, canines showing, and he's panting pitifully, chest heaving. his eyes, full of lust, stare right back at gorou in anticipation and need.
and gorou can't help but give the poor guy what he wants.
he sinks deeper onto his cock, easily sliding it in further until it hits the back of his throat. he almost gags, but he (surprisingly) manages to suppress it, tears filling his eyes as it inches even deeper. his tongue spasms from underneath it, and he's trying his best not to hurt itto with his teeth, but it's hard because there are so many things to focus on– not only is he trying to stop himself from gagging, but he's also being mindful of his teeth, and he's very aware of his own dick aching in its confinements for any friction.
“mmph..” gorou makes an incoherent noise, muffled by itto's cock stuffing his mouth full, and suddenly it's so much deeper than before, his throat squeezing around it. he makes another noise in surprise, and it slides out quickly, only to force even more inches down his throat. he hears itto curse and sputter apologies, but he keeps his cock inside, if only the tip. gorou pulls back, a line of spit connecting his lips and itto.
“guh, uh..” is all that comes out of gorou. he's beyond surprised.
“shit, i'm so sorry, miss hina, i... are you okay? i'm sorry, it felt so good.” itto rambles, his hands placed on either side of gorou's face.
“it's okay.. keep going,” the canine says because he's doing just as bad as itto is, probably. it was just surprising, and he wasn't prepared.
he's eager and determined.
..or maybe he's just a slut whose cock aches for that feeling again.
“are- are you sure?” itto asks, but he's bringing gorou's face closer again, and gorou doesn't feel the need to nod, just confidently obliges and takes him like a champ, swallowing him halfway again. this time, he moves his head rhythmically, slowly, his cheeks hollowed and his tongue caressing the tip each time he gets there.
the slow pace seems to work wonders on itto because he's continuously leaking precum into gorou's mouth until it's too full for him to keep any inside. the first time it happened, it spilled out the general's mouth, his hands attempting to catch it (and failing).
but the time after that, he stopped his ministrations in lieu of shoving his cock as far down his throat as he could and swallowing. it wasn't very effective because his cock was blocking his entire throat, of course. all of it still poured out of his mouth. gorou's teary eyes drained down his cheeks.
“oh, fuck. miss.. hina...!” itto whined, grabbing the base of his ears roughly before lifting his head and slamming it back down. “uhh, sorry, gh, sorry..! miss hina, hina...!”
all gorou could do was lay pliant and let him do as he pleases, pitifully rutting against itto's leg for friction.
“ah, miss hina..humping my leg like a puppy... oh, archons, fuck, miss.. miss hina, are you my puppy? huh?” the oni asks as he continues his harsh movements.
“mmph!” gorou feels another tear slide down his cheek. he's close again, throbbing in his panties as he thrusts softly against the other's leg.
“miss hina, i'm gonna cum.. m-uh! miss hina!” he moans, spilling deep down gorou's throat. it easily slides down as he continues fucking his throat, the general doesn't even get a taste.
eventually, itto pulls out with a sorry look on his face. literally.
“fuck, miss hina, i'm sorry... your throat feels so good..” he says, and it sounds sincere, yet it doesn't exactly sound like an apology... “i could go again, really...” he murmurs.
“uhh...” gorou mumbles, because he's out of his mind right now, incoherent and needing to cum. “please, i.. uhn,” he pleads, now pathetically grinding his hips into the floor. itto must understand because he lifts the boy into his lap and sets firm hands on his hips to urge him into a slow roll against his thigh. the pressure feels heavenly, and he's moaning shamefully with his head buried in the oni's neck.
when he starts getting close, he pushes itto's chest with all the might he has left.
“more,” he says, “i want your hand. please.”
“oh. i'm more than happy to give you it!” itto smiles as he pushes the teal fabric aside and reaches his hand into gorou's see-through lace panties, watching his hand engulf gorou's dick. the general moans at the sight.
(itto is completely unphased at the fact that he has a dick, for some reason. gorou doesn't question it.)
“ah, i'm so much bigger than you, see,” he emphasizes with a thumb going over the tip. he's right. just his thumb covers the head of his cock completely. gorou bites his lip to suppress a moan, chest heaving and breath getting heavier.
“itto, mmn, close..” he says breathlessly, grabbing itto's shoulders and rocking himself forward in tandem with his hand, which starts moving faster.
“ah? gonna cum?” itto asks, (rhetorical,) like it's not obvious. nevertheless, gorou still nods and makes a noise of agreement,
“mhm.. ah, please-!” he begs as he thrusts his hips into his hand needily until he throws his head back and cums in his underwear for the second time.
“such a good girl,” itto praises, and being referred to as a girl catches gorou a little off-guard. (he ignores the way something hot stirs in his gut at the name.)
“ah.. um, about that...” gorou starts, only to be (welcomely) interrupted.
“don't mention it, i don't care at all, i still see you as a woman.. wait, unless–”
“um, itto, that's not..” he clears his throat, “i'm not a woman. i'm very much a man, and the reason why i- it's complicated, but i'm.. um... i'm gorou,” he corrects quietly.
...
“...eh?” itto replies, in utter confusion.
“please don't tell anyone. i'm sorry. i'm really sorry, itto, i know this was wrong of me–”
“gorou? holy shit. wow, um. you're hot. i mean–.. um, how'd you do all this? that's insane! what about–?” he leaves the question open, squeezing the fake breasts.
“...fake. lady guuji said they were really expensive, and i couldn't put them to waste, hence...” gorou trails.
“oh. shit, wait..” itto fumbles with the dress in curiosity, searching for a way to get it off before finding the zipper in the back, tugging the dress down to his stomach. he then unclasps the bra clumsily.
“oh, wow! they look really real...” he takes handfuls of his breasts and squeezes them. after a couple of seconds, gorou speaks.
“this feels.. weirdly sensual,” he admits awkwardly, a blush clear on his face.
“sorry!” itto apologizes, letting go. they bounce when he drops them, and a sheepish grin presents itself on his hard features.
“um..” the general mumbles, reaching for the clasp to take them off. when he finds it, he fumbles with it a bit before successfully sliding them off his chest. “they're really heavy..and uncomfortable.”
“they certainly aren't weightless, yeah.” itto observes as he picks them up. gorou's nipples catch his eyes, and he sets the pair of fake breasts aside in lieu of fondling the boy's nipples.
itto's unexpected action makes gorou flinch, though he arches his back into the touch.
“uhn, itto,” he says as he grabs itto's wrists and pushes them away. itto looks at gorou dumbfounded. “it's.. sensitive...” the canine mutters.
“sorry, doggy, they're just..” he trails, observing them. they're pink and perky now, and he grins. “you're really cute, ya know? even these,” he emphasizes with a pinch of his nipples (making gorou yelp), “are cute. everything about you..”
“ah, wait, itto..”
itto hums in response and looks up at him. “hm?”
“um.. let's go inside, please. we could seriously get arrested for public indecency...” he cites, anxiously checking their surroundings for any people. none.
“oh please, big deal.” itto responds haphazardly. gorou juts his bottom lip out to pout in return, insistent. the oni sighs loudly, allowing gorou to stand and collect the bits of his costume. he feels the stickiness in his underwear. gross, he thinks.
when he's about to go inside, itto puts his hands under his arms from behind and lifts him into the air, holding his back close to his chest as he walks inside of the publishing house. surprisingly, no one is there. he wonders why. he certainly hopes everyone didn't leave because they saw the situation. maybe they just.. ended their shifts or something of the sort? ah, thinking of which, lady yae might come back in their absence.
“hey, um, we'd better hurry this up. lady yae is probably coming back by now...” gorou nervously addresses once itto has found the changing room.
itto sets him down on the seat in front of the mirror, lights shining brightly over his features.
“gorou, you're so pretty.. hey, should i help you get dressed?” he smiles giddily, already twirling him around in the chair and stripping him of his layers.
“ah– well, i don't have any say, do i?” gorou sighs, letting him. would this be considered aftercare? he briefly thinks.
once the shoes and the dress are off, next come his cum-stained panties. itto wishes he could say he wasn't so aroused by them.
“yuck, gross, don't look...” gorou covers the area with both his hands in shame.
“don't,” itto says, quiet and low as he pries his small hands away. the panties are visibly ruined. he hooks his fingers under both sides of the material at gorou's hips, sliding it down his muscular legs. a stark contrast to the feminine attire he wears.
his eyes dart to his flaccid cock, shyly hidden between his thighs, the entire area dirtied with his cum. “i'm gonna get a, uh- something to clean you– 'gonna get a cloth, kay? stay.” he commands, like he's a dog. but gorou does, he stays just like that until itto comes back with a wet rag in hand, smiling at him.
he kneels down on both knees, using the cloth to clean gorou. it's weirdly intimate, and gorou thinks, this is definitely aftercare.
it's so embarrassing, and the general's face is so red it's hard to believe he's not in a sauna. actually, he feels like he's in a sauna. or maybe an oven.
“so cute,” itto says, staring at the boy's face.
“shutup, please.”
“gorou...” itto pouts, leaving the rag atop his crotch as he leans in to kiss him softly.
gorou's heart pounds against his ribs. after a while, he thinks he might just pass out for real, pushing against itto's chest. luckily, the oni pulls back.
“ah, thought you were trying to kill me,” gorou (half) jokes.
itto giggles. “i would never do that, pup-general!” he assures, patting him on the back with a strong hand. the general is forced forward a little with the strength of it, and he almost chokes on his own spit. he coughs, then laughs.
itto laughs, too.