Citrus Series (ES21)

"Tadaima!" a voice called as Musashi entered the apartment.

"Okaeri!" he called back, as delicious scents started wafting towards his nose. He could smell some kind of meat grilling in the kitchen, and he stepped into the living area. That's when he remembered he lived by himself. And just as quickly as he remembered he forgot, because now Hiruma was standing in front of him, wearing a shiny rubber French maid's costume, feather duster in his hand.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Musashi dropped his bag, and it clanked onto the floor.

Hiruma pouted and made his way up to him. He wrapped a leg around Musashi's waist and dusted the top of his head. "I just wanted to do something nice for my big Musashi bear."

Hiruma, pouting? Musashi bear? Musashi almost gaped, but Hiruma was rubbing up against him, and the skirt was really, really short, and he figured screw it. Some God had obviously been listening to his prayers (well, more like wet dreams), and he was sure as hell going to take advantage of it. He ran a hand up Hiruma's soft yet firm thigh, until he reached what must have been a gun holster.

"A pistol?"

"I know how firearms turn you on."

That's when Musashi noticed the grilling now smelled more like burning.

"You cooked?" he asked, knowing full well that Hiruma couldn't even make instant oatmeal.

"For you? Fuck yeah. But I thought we could start with desert first." Hiruma untangled himself from around Musashi's body and made his way to the couch. He put his hands on the back of the couch and leaned over, making his skirt lift up to reveal the bottom of two round, milky white globes, and a glistening, puckered little hole. "I'm all lubed up and ready for your big, juicy man meat."

Musashi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Wow. He pulled his cock out of his sweat pants and walked up behind Hiruma, pushing his hands up that short, short skirt. He kneaded Hiruma's ass in his palms before moving his hands up to the blond's waist, then stepped forward to position himself at Hiruma's entrance.

"Here I go," he said, pushing himself into that tight, wet hole. Hiruma swallowed him to the hilt, moaning the whole time, and Musashi felt his balls bounce against that firm ass. He pulled out almost all the way, then pushed in again, and sighed. "Fuck, you're tight..."

"Just shut up and fuck me."

Musashi wasn't going to argue with that. He kept thrusting his hips, building up a rhythm as he moved in and out of the boy in front of him. Hiruma was too hot, too tight, and felt so damn good around him. He moved one of his hands down to the front of Hiruma's skirt, fondling Hiruma's cock and balls, delighting in the little moans and gasps that came out of Hiruma's mouth. A few minutes of fucking later he felt Hiruma's body shudder against him, and felt hot, sticky liquid spurting out onto his hand. Hiruma's ass clamped down around him, and he felt his own orgasm approaching. He thrust deep into Hiruma one last time, about to come.

That's when Musashi woke up. He sputtered; some one had doused his head with cold water.

"Musashi, are you okay?" Kurita's concerned face hovered above him.

"Sorry bout that, Boss, I accidentally hit you with one of the beams."

Musashi groaned. He could feel the throbbing on the side of his head. He sat up and looked around. His crew and some of the members of the football team were gathered around him, and an empty bucket lay at his feet. Hiruma was sitting off to the side, laptop balanced on his knees. He was, regrettably, dressed in his school uniform instead of a French maid's outfit. Hiruma glanced up at the commotion, meeting Musashi's eyes.

"If you weren't such a clumsy fucker, you wouldn't be in this mess."

Musashi sighed. He knew it was too good to be true.

.end.