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Ibara poked his head out of the red curtain, pulling it over his torso. It was clear that thoughts were racing through his head, hesitant on whether or not to let go of the sheets. "Come on, darling, I bet you'll look gorgeous." you said, your voice smooth and patient. Taking a deep breath, Ibara dropped the curtain, revealing the outfit he was wearing. His hands gripped at the hem of the short maid skirt tightly, trying to push them down. His slightly exposed chest moved up and down, his shaky breathing obvious. He stared firmly at the floor, and his entire face was almost as red as his hair. Eyebrows scrunched up together, he tried to look angry but ended up looking really really embarrassed. Your heart did loops as you smiled wider. "Adorable..!" you breathed out. "You look absolutely adorable, darling. Sit on my lap, please?" you crooned, feeling your heart beat faster as well. As if in a trance, he walked forward. It felt like time stopped as the only sound in the room were the heeled black shoes making a soft "click clack" on the floor and both their soft breathing. His mind already felt hazy, the singular outfit rubbing against all his sensitive places filling his brain. Your confident but gentle demeanor just being a huge bonus. He took a seat on your lap in a couple of slow steps, hearing the soft rustle of puffy fabric as he did. Breathing into his neck, you grinned as you saw goosebumps form, and the tiniest shiver to go down his spine. Pulling your hand up, you started fiddling with the lacy black and white collar around his neck. The gold bell tinkled as you moved it around, kissing and suckling at the sensitive flesh underneath. He let out an exhale, leaning his face into your shoulder and tightening his hands around your hips as if wordlessly, desperately, greedily asking for more. Pulling him closer, you trailed kisses and small bites over to his jaw, ears and then back to his neck. His shaky sighs and slight choked gasps were being burned into your memory. But you felt like you needed more. His greediness was definitely rubbing off on you, but you didn't seem to care at the moment. Pulling him into a deep kiss, you pulled him closer by the waist. Smiling mischievously against his lips, you fiddled a bit with the soft skirt, suddenly pushing your hand under it. Ibara gasped, breaking the kiss and angrily hiding his face yet again, glasses mashing against your neck. Despite that, you greedily squeezed and parted his thighs, your own breath growing heavier. Your hands trailed upwards, closer and closer to the spot that desperately needed your touch. His fingernails tightened on the back of your neck, wordlessly giving encouragement. He unconsciously moved closer, hungrily craving more and more of your touch. It was like fire to his skin, and he wanted, no, needed more. You pulled away, ignoring the small whine he made, not wanting the stimulation to stop. Really, it would be perfect to take a picture right now. It would be the perfect picture! Especially with his unfocused eyes and a face flushed with pinkish red. His skirt hiked up, revealing black thigh highs paired with an adorable pair of stained panties with a little red bow in the front. You gently pet his hair, and he leaned in to receive more touch. His eyes fluttered closed, leaving his mouth slightly agape, a trickle of drool leaking out. He knew he wouldn't let anybody else see him like this, making the moment more special. "You're so beautiful like this." You brushed your fingers through his silky red hair, simultaneously pushing their hips together so he could get more friction. Ibara's breath grew harsher as his body began to involuntarily rut against your thigh, the lace rubbing on sensitive spots, heightening the lewd sensations lighting up his nerves like fire. You smiled, gazing lovingly at his hazy eyes and moving your leg quicker. Ah, all that leg excersise really was more than worth it. You pulled him into another deep kiss, to muffle his too loud moans and to taste his painfully soft, soft lips against your own again. He tasted like sweet caramel, mocha and something else unnameable, something uniquely him. It was addicting. "P-please.. i- a-ah! Please please please.. f-feels so good.." His voice came out as muffled whispers and whines against your lips, gasps littering nonsensical begging. You felt a surge of lust as you realized that you were turning this powerful voice that enraptured so many.. into a wrecked, moaning mess. And it was just for you. The surge of arousal pooled in your stomach as your calm facade cracked. Hurriedly taking off his glasses and putting it on your nightstand, you gently pushed Ibara down onto your plush bed. Pinning him down, you felt your noses touching and your breaths mixing. The both of you made eye contact for a moment, your own eyes meeting bright blue. "God, you're so damn beautiful." You practically whined, panting heavily. He barely had time to comprehend what you had said before you practically attacked his neck, grinding roughly on top of him. He learned that day that this maid skirt was.. pleasurably thin. "D-dearest.." he started, pausing to gather his scattered thoughts together. "A-at least.. take off my skir- a-ah!" A particularly hard thrust made him yelp, thoughts scattering all over the place. With this much stimulation, Ibara felt the sinful coil in his stomach tighten and couldn't help but let out louder and higher pitched whimpers. "..I'm.. g-gonna com-" "a-ah, go ahead, I bet you'll look so pretty.." you praised, getting a delicious idea. The blue eyed boy, lost in the pleasure, kept grinding his hips up, whimpers getting louder as his climax was coming closer. Clutching your shoulders tightly, he squeezed his eyes shut, barely noticing the single tear threatening to come out. With your whispered words of encouragement in his ear and your vibrating voice against his neck, he came with a surprisingly loud moan, tears and drool sliding down his face. His back arched and warm cum splattered onto both of your stomachs. Much to his surprise, you keep grinding on him, chasing your own high. His dick rubbed against all your sweet spots, the fairly thin fabric of your pants and underwear being the only barrier from more simulation. His high pitched whimpers mixed with your groans of pleasure as you overstimulated him, feeling your own release tumbling nearer. By the way his dick was throbbing, he was close too. "m' gonna come..!" you whispered, voice shaking as you kept grinding down, making short, sharp thrusts. With one last harsh grind, it sends you over the edge. Colors burst behind your eyes, coming hard against his clothed dick. Ibara pushes one more time against you, before collapsing down against the bed, pulling you down with him. You tiredly laugh, pulling him close. Silence fills the air. "..please let go" "..no." "Ibara, I need to get up, how is your grip so strong?" "Why do you need to get up? Just stay here and hug me." "I need to get water for both of us, and get you new clothes" "..come back quick." Ibara grumbles and you laugh, kissing him on the forehead and getting up on wobbly legs. "I'll bring some pudding for you too!" You say, looking back and seeing how his eyes lit up even more.