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Iori's Surprise	By : leviathen Category: +G through L > King of Fighters Views: 2460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Iori's Surprise
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Kyo stood outside the door of Iori’s apartment, calming himself down a little before he walked in the front door. It had been… it seemed like forever, since they’d done this, and Kyo hadn’t expected to like it so much the first few times, and now he was addicted.

He’d stopped knocking a long time ago, and just walked in the front door whenever they met. He’d called, and Iori knew he was coming over, so it wasn’t like it was any big surprise.

But Iori wasn’t in the room when Kyo walked in the door. All that calming down for nothing, Kyo thought, feeling a little irritated. He left his jacket and shoes by the door and drifted through the apartment, wondering where the hell his sometimes-lover was hiding.

Iori was sitting on a stool in the bedroom, and he swiveled to meet Kyo’s eyes when he appeared in the door. He straightened a little, but didn’t stand up.

Kyo stared. His lover was wearing a short, white button-down shirt, a purple pleated skirt that came nowhere near reaching his knees, black thigh-high stockings which didn’t quite meet the bottom of the skirt, and… oh God, were those heels?

His brain melted, and descended to somewhere near the area around his ankles. Or at the very least, his penis, which was nowhere near calm and was obviously doing most of the thinking for him. (It was talking to him right now, and it was confused but rather excited… “I thought you said we’d probably bottom today?” “Iori in a skirt is way sexier than he has any right to be and you should get a piece of that ass. Right now.” And probably the most disturbing of all, “Wonder if he’s wearing panties under that?”)

Kyo struggled with his brain, hoping that some other, rational part would wake up and slow his sex drive down a little. His penis-- and the little devil on his shoulder that was speaking for it-- would probably not be able to handle the excitement if Iori really did have panties on.

He hoped he didn’t have a nosebleed. That would be embarrassing.

“Are you going to say anything or just stand there?” Iori snapped. He sounded slightly defensive-- with good reason, Kyo had to give him that.

“I… you… uh… damn. That’s hot,” Kyo stammered. Too bad his penis couldn’t really talk, because he was sure it could come up with a few different things to say that would at least sound coherent. He leaned against the doorframe, not entirely sure that his legs would support him anymore. “What did I do to get this?”

Iori smirked, sliding off the stool like he was made of liquid and slinking toward Kyo. “You said once that we needed to try something different.”

If this is what happens when I complain, Kyo thought, fascinated with watching Iori walk toward him in those impossible shoes, I’ve gotta to find more to complain about.

Iori stopped inches in front of him, meeting his eyes with a seductive smile. He was a little bit taller than Kyo because of the heels, but it didn’t matter. He’d always thought that Iori was skinny enough to have an outstanding hourglass figure, but he’d never said it-- Iori would probably kill him, or so he thought.

Kyo only hesitated for a couple of seconds before letting his eyes drift over his lover’s figure, starting at the top and working his way all the way down to black heels, then back up. The skirt hung low around Iori’s hips, and the shirt didn’t quite meet the top of the skirt, which meant that there was a little stripe of toned stomach showing.

Kyo suddenly wanted to touch it-- that little bare bit of abdominal muscle-- and he struggled with himself for a few seconds before giving in and reaching out.

Iori’s breath hitched slightly and the muscles under Kyo’s fingers quivered. Surprised, he glanced back up at Iori’s face. “Are you ticklish?”

He felt a grin spreading over his lips when Iori glared. “If you use that against me, I will kill you,” he threatened.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Kyo said teasingly.

“Besides,” Iori said, smoothly slipping into his demure character again, “I’ll take this off if you make fun of me and then I’ll burn it. I don’t think you want that, do you?” He cupped Kyo’s cheek in one hand, leaning forward to press his lips to the other one.

“N-no,” Kyo stammered. “Definitely not.”

“Good,” Iori purred, stepping back. “Now are you going to fuck me or do you need a written invitation?”

He didn’t need a written invitation, but he still didn’t move. This hadn’t even happened in those wild, drunken fantasies he had every so often and he had no idea how he wanted to handle this. There were so many possibilities!

Finally, Kyo stepped up, resting his hands on Iori’s hips and kissing him lightly. Iori slid his arms around Kyo’s neck and parted his lips, but other than that, Kyo was in control.

He nudged them backwards, step by step, until Iori’s calves hit the bed and he sat down hard. Kyo tried to nudge him backward, but Iori broke the kiss with a little gasp and turned his head away.

“I don’t want my shoes on the bed,” he said.

Kyo started to nod and let him go, but then he remembered who was in charge this time and his face hardened. “Get over it,” he said roughly. “You should have thought of that before you put them on.”

For a split second, Iori smiled with approval but it was gone almost before Kyo registered a change at all. Kyo pushed him to the bed, straddling his body on all fours as Iori scooted up to the pillows. Then he bent down, pressing another kiss to Iori’s lips as he lowered himself over Iori’s body. Playfully, he nipped at Iori’s lip, tugging at it with his teeth before letting go.

“I can’t undress you,” Kyo said as he pulled back. “You’re going to stay that way.”

“The whole time?” Iori asked.

“Mmm,” Kyo replied, preoccupied with licking the skin of Iori’s neck that was exposed by the button-down.

Iori moaned quietly, running his hands down Kyo’s sides to squeeze his butt with both hands.

Kyo sat up, tugging his shirt off and tossing it over the side of the bed. His knees were on either side of Iori’s hips and he shifted, pulling the other man’s thighs apart and situating himself between them. Taking his time, he bent to nibble at Iori’s stomach, nuzzling the tiny shirt up so he could taste as much skin as possible before tugging it back with his teeth; then he gently bit the skin around Iori’s bellybutton. He pulled back, kissing and nuzzling lightly just to feel the older man jerk and growl beneath his mouth.

Satisfied with himself for abusing Iori’s ticklish spot even though he said he wouldn’t, Kyo sat up again. “You make a pretty girl,” he said as he slid his hands up Iori’s legs. He stopped where the thigh-highs ended, touching the place where skin met nylon and then slid his fingers beneath the stockings to feel that bit of skin, too.

Iori was watching intently, and Kyo didn’t know if that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult. It was pretty exciting, actually, and he decided that as long as the other man wasn’t telling him ‘no’ it wasn’t so bad.

Kyo slid both hands underneath Iori’s skirt to feel his hipbones and obvious arousal, but he never made it that far. He got to somewhere around the hips before his fingers hit something unfamiliar. The little devil representing his penis did a little dance of triumph on his shoulder, while the rational part of Kyo’s brain insisted that there was no way that could be what it felt like.

Iori was smirking a little now, which suggested that it was exactly what it felt like. His eyes darted frantically between Iori’s face and the skirt, where his hands were frozen over the little lumps on Iori’s hips. Slowly, not daring to even breathe in case he was wrong, he lifted the skirt.

And came face to face with a little pair of pink cotton panties, complete with a little bow in the front, centered on the elastic.

Panties.

His mouth dropped open. He might have made a sound, he didn’t know. If Kyo hadn’t been painfully hard already, this would have done it.

The panties were doing a terrible job of restraining Iori’s erection, the head of his cock clearly visible through the thin cotton. There was a wet spot blossoming on the front, and Kyo thought he’d never seen anything so hot.

“Why?” he croaked, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. This was a treat, and he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth but he couldn’t help it. He had to ask.

“The look on your face,” Iori croaked, “was unbelievable.”

He tried to sit up; Kyo recognized this as taking away his great view of the panties, and he growled and forced the older man back down. He shoved the skirt up, bunching it around Iori’s hips and bending back down to kiss the tiny rectangle of skin between the panties and the top of the skirt.

Iori moaned somewhere above him, and Kyo answered with a heartfelt moan of his own before skipping downward to nibble Iori’s thigh, where skin met nylon. He licked his way up to the panties (oh, god the panties) and his eyes darted back to Iori’s face as he very, very lightly nipped at the head of Iori’s cock through the thin material, tongue flicking out to taste his lover as well.

Iori moaned, arching up off the bed. Kyo watched all this, hoping he looked impassive and unaffected even though his cock was so hard it was threatening to break through his pants right about then. It was rare to get Iori submissive in the first place, but submissive while he was acting like a… well, like a virgin girl… had never happened before and even though he just wanted to bury himself in that tight, willing ass, he wanted to make this last as long as he could.

Iori settled back onto the pillows, giving Kyo a sleepy look through his lashes. “Are you still sure you’re not going to take any of my clothes off?” he asked demurely.

“No… the panties can go,” Kyo replied hoarsely. He started to reach for them, decided against it and bent back down again. He plucked at the panties with his teeth, tugging them down Iori’s leg without using his hands. Iori watched as he crawled down the bed, garment still in his teeth.

“Talent,” Iori remarked dryly when he stood up triumphantly, finally clutching the panties in one hand.

Kyo climbed back onto the bed, bending to lick Iori’s lips apart and find all the sensitive spots in Iori’s mouth while one hand slid under the pillow where he knew the lube was kept. He warmed some up in his hand before reaching down to touch his lover.

Iori gasped into his mouth, arching into the touch and spreading his legs a little more. He jerked when Kyo’s thumb accidentally touched the sensitive skin just below his balls and Kyo smirked, feeling rather proud of himself. He pulled away a second later, when his finger brushed against Iori’s prostate and the older man shouted quietly.

Kyo scrambled off the bed, tugging at the button on his pants frantically, nearly sobbing with relief when they finally came off. He slicked himself quickly and nearly carelessly, hissing at the feel of his own hand stroking over his aching erection.

He arranged himself over Iori carefully, groaning as he slowly buried himself in his lover’s body. The skirt, wadded between them now, tickled just slightly and only added to the tension. He buried his face in Iori’s neck, waiting for the other man to adjust to the intrusion and shaking with the effort. Iori wrapped his arms around Kyo, fingers flicking through his hair.

And then Kyo moved. Only a little, but the feeling was amazing; Iori thrusted to meet his hips halfway, moaning as Kyo’s erection slid in and out of him, the slight burn of stretching giving way to pleasant tingling soon enough.

Kyo moaned desperately, throwing one of Iori’s legs carefully over his shoulder to deepen the angle and sensation for them both. One of his hands closed around Iori’s cock, stroking slowly at first and then speeding up to meet his thrusts. He rose up on his knees, frantic now, the other man’s moaning barely registering to his ears.

“Iori….ahhhhh!” he wailed, feeling like he’d go crazy if he didn’t… he needed…

Yes.

Kyo was only half aware of Iori crying out his name as he came, spilling over onto Kyo’s hand and soiling the purple skirt; Kyo was too busy coming himself to pay much attention to the other man’s orgasm.

Exhausted and satisfied, Kyo slumped on top of Iori to catch his breath, breathing in the faint smell of sweat and sex and closing his eyes. Iori’s arms were around his waist, holding him there at first and then trying to push him off halfheartedly.

He might have drifted off, he didn’t know. The next thing he remembered, he was lying on his back on Iori’s bed and Iori was pulling away slowly. “What are you doing? Sleep,” Kyo commanded.

“I want this skirt off.”

“But it’s so sexy,” Kyo moaned, not opening his eyes.

“And covered in come, and I don’t want to sleep in that.” Vaguely, he could hear Iori heading for the bathroom; he came back with a warm towel and cleaned Kyo off as well.

Kyo opened one eye just enough to see that Iori was naked before reaching up and yanking him back down to the bed. “Sleep. Now,” he ordered, curling against his lover.

Iori sighed, exasperated.

“I’ll ignore that,” Kyo said sleepily, poking Iori in the ribs.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Iori snapped back, slapping the hand away.
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