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‘Why the hell did I join this awful club?’ Toono thinks as he looks at the outfit, still wrapped in plastic. At least he knows it’s new and hasn’t been worn by any of the other club members. He shudders at the thought. He tears the plastic open and begins to unwrap the garment, feeling the soft satin on his fingertips as he holds it up to get a good look. It’s a white night gown with lacy shoulder straps. Two white socks fall out of the package, and one more thing…
Last week, Akemi had assigned a club wide project. He lent each boy an outfit and scheduled them all photoshoots with Kashima, the only one of them who could work a camera. Of course Toono had forgotten about the shoot until Kashima messaged him that he was on his way… He hadn’t even had a chance to try on the outfit before his time had come. Unfortunately for Toono, today was his photoshoot and Kashima was on his was over to his dorm.
Toono’s face heats up as he reaches down to pick up the garments from the floor. A pair of sheer white panties with lace and bows around the edges.
‘I’m supposed to wear… these?!’ He stares at them skeptically before picking them up. He’d never crossdressed before, or even considered it. This seems more like an activity for Shitakani… Had the rest of the club been given women’s outfits too? Did he really have to wear women’s lingerie for a photoshoot with the guy who confessed his love to him?
Things had felt different between Kashima and him ever since their summer trip, when Kashima took him to see the fireflies and let him open up about his family. Kashima always knew what to say, how to help, somehow he was in tune with Toono’s emotions. It was on that trip that Kashima confessed to him again, letting Toono know how much he loved him.
His heart begins to race, thinking of Kashima seeing him in such a compromising outfit. ‘It won’t be that bad… It can’t be. Kashima will help me though this.’ He takes a few deep breaths, trying to slow his thumping heart, but part of him is embarrassed to wear this, especially in front of Kashima. He has no time to be embarrassed now, Kashima would be at his door any moment. Toono sighs, shuts the blinds, and begins to reluctantly strip.
He slips the dress over his head, it clings tightly to his chest and flows down to the top of his thighs, hardly covering his cock. He steps into the panties, tucks himself in as much as possible, then pulls the socks up above his knees. ‘I’m so…exposed’ He tugs the dress down, trying to hide himself.
He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his face is already red with embarrassment. He takes a few more deep breaths as he timidly poses in the mirror. ‘It could be worse.’ He turns around to see it from the back. At least his outfit covers some skin, he’s certain that the others in the club received more revealing ones. A knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts and back into reality.
“Toono! You in here?” He lets out a sigh when he realizes it’s only Kashima. He cracks the door, peeking through the gap.
“Come in, but don’t look yet, please.” He begs as Kashima quickly slips inside his dorm. Kashima quickly complies, facing the wall and covering his eyes. Toono messes with the straps and tries his best to pull the dress down. ‘God, this is humiliating.’
“Hey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just for club, Toono.”
“Okay… you can look but please don’t laugh.”
“Why would I?” Kashima smiles as he turns to face Toono, opening his mouth to speak but only a strained noise comes out. Toono can already see the faintest of red blush spreading across his cheeks as he looks him up and down.
“Hey, don’t stare!” Toono quickly covers himself with his hands, his body is hot with dismay. Kashima awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, looking away. ‘Was he just checking me out?!’ His ears begin to burn and heat settles over his cheeks.
“You look nice, I promise.” Kashima’s smile beams and he gives Toono an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Can I open these?” he gestures to the blinds, “It’ll be better with some natural light in here!”
Toono nods, seating himself on the edge of his bed. His hands still lay flush against his body, trying his best to hide. He watches as Kashima draws the blinds open and begins to fidget with his camera, presumably adjusting the settings. Toono takes another deep breath to ground himself, something about Kashima’s presence is calming to him, even in a situation as embarrassing as this one. After all they’d been through, Toono can say without a doubt, Kashima was the kindest and most trustworthy person he knew at Mori Mori. He slowly removes his hands from his body. He’s so exposed, like meat behind the counter. His hands nervously fidget with the lace of his dress.
“You ready?” Kashima holds up his camera, looking at Toono through the viewfinder.
“Yeah… I think so. I’m not good at posing though, sorry” He looks away and the camera shutters a few times.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Let’s start with you sitting, okay?” He smiles.
Toono pushes his legs together and places his arms to his side, his fingers finding purchase in the soft bedsheets. He tilts his head, trying his best to be a photogenic subject.
“Try putting your arms back, like this.” Kashima demonstrates and Toono quickly follows, leaning back on his palms. He crosses his legs and involuntarily pushes his chest out. It feels so… feminine and awkward. ‘Am I even doing this right?’ He wonders quietly, looking away from the camera. “Perfect.” Kashima praises softly when Toono least expects it.
“Hey Kashima, is Akemi making you model too?” Toono places his hands on his thighs, gently tugging at the dress in between poses.
“Ah! No… since I’m taking and editing the photos, I’m exempt from modeling.”
“Ah…” Toono breathes out, ‘Lucky you…’ He thinks to himself. He spreads his legs and places a hand in between them, shifting his weight around and trying his best to pose for Kashima. His free hand begins to play with his hair, fluffing it out and running his fingers through it. ‘Maybe this won’t be too bad though.’ He tilts his head at the camera and gives a soft smile.
“You’re doing great, just stay in motion. Try touching your hair or skin. Keep it slow and natural, alright? You don’t always have to look at the camera.”
Toono’s hands begin to slowly drag across the satin dress, grasping and tugging it over his lanky small frame. He drags his fingertips over his own skin, shuddering at the sensation. He sits up on his knees, drawing his hands over his thighs, up over his hips, stomach, and chest, stopping at his shoulders. The camera shutters the whole time, a sign that he’s doing something right.
“Let’s get a few from the back. Try looking over your shoulder at the camera.”
Being the center of attention makes his heart race. It’s as if he’s a piece of art, hanging on a museum wall and Kashima is a connoisseur, observing and documenting every detail of his half naked body. He lets one of the lacy straps fall down his shoulder, it makes him feel… sexy. He adjusts his hair, tossing it over his shoulder and shyly looks at the lens. He tries his best to stay in motion like Kashima told him, hands playing with his hair or the straps of the dress.
Kashima continues to coach him on poses, gently directing him into whatever feels most natural. Toono lays on his side, Kashima takes a few candid shots as he adjusts himself, pulling his socks back up above his knees. With each photo, Toono feels more and more confident. The club and the world fades from his mind, at this moment it’s just him, Kashima, and the camera.
Now, he’s able to pose without Kashima’s direction. He lays down on his stomach, resting his head on his palm. His lips pull into a soft smile. He playfully kicks his feet in the air, pushing his chest into the bed and grasping at the sheets and blankets. The camera shutters a few more times. Neither of them have said a word for the last few minutes, they’re both too far absorbed in the shoot. ‘What’s going on in Kashima’s mind?’ He wonders to himself as he tilts his head at the camera and their eyes lock for a second.
The rooms cold air laps at the skin of his back and ass, which was now exposed as the dress rode up his midsection. Surprisingly, he’s fine with this. He’d never felt more confident and comfortable in his body as he did now. In women’s lingerie out of all things.
Kashima bites his lip, crouching down to get the angles just right. Toono can tell that he’s deep in thought, but still focused on the task at hand. Observing every breath Toono takes, capturing this intimate moment permanently on film.
“You’re a natural, Toono.” Kashima finally breaks the silence between them. Toono smiles, a genuine ‘thank you’ from his lips. He shifts his hips to readjust his pose and that’s when he notices it.
Toono is hard, pressed against the bed and throbbing. Maybe it was the dress or the praise and attention, probably a mix of all three. He’d never felt this way before, suddenly his throat feels dry and itchy. His face is red hot, he’s sweating as if the room’s temperature just jumped ten degrees higher. Though, he tries his best to remain calm, hoping it’ll go away on its own.
“How about… on your back, like this?” Kashima stretches his arms above his head, resting his wrists together. Just as Toono thought he was safe, Kashima wants him on his back. There’s no way he wouldn’t see how hard Toono is, how he’s straining against the lacy sheer panties, desperate for friction.
“Yeah… okay.” He stutters out, reluctantly complying with Kashima’s request. He hoped to no avail that the loose flow of the dress would hide him, at least a little bit. He rolled over onto his back, head to the side with his arms up. His hair covers half of his face and he’s grateful for it. He doesn’t even want to see Kashima’s face right now, he’s far too mortified.
There’s no way in hell Kashima doesn’t see it, the slight tent that had formed in between his legs. Toono closes his eyes, trying his best to breathe as his face prickles with hot sweat. That’s when Kashima gently tucks Toono’s hair behind his ear. “There.” The camera shutters. Toono’s heart beats wildly, nearly bursting at the soft touch.
“Alright, nice work Toono. I’ll edit these and let you pick your favorites. Then we can display them for club!”
“Do we really have to display these?”
“Only to the club.” Toono sits up with a long sigh, covering his face with both hands. “It’ll be okay!” Kashima takes a seat on the edge of the bed, gently patting Toono’s shoulder. “Here, wanna look through them?” He opens the camera’s gallery and pushes it into Toono’s hands.
The first photo to pop up is of him on his back, looking ethereal, beautiful, and delicate. Kashima framed him like a piece of art… but to his dismay, his erection was very visible in the last few photos. ‘Is he acting like he doesn’t see it?’ Toono wonders. He continues to scroll through the photos and to his surprise, he looks stunning in nearly every one, especially the candid shots. Kashima really knows how to work a camera.
“You’re a great model, Toono! I’m really proud of these!” His smile is warm, but his posture is rather rigid and unlike him. His legs are pressed tightly together and his hands sit in his lap, cautiously fidgeting with his fingers.
“Are you okay, Kashima?”
“Mhm!” He turns away to play with his own hair nervously. “You just… look cute like this.”
“Oh.” Toono shifts a bit closer, “Hey, Kashima…” he reaches out to gently touch his cheek. ‘We’re so close… and I want to get closer.’ Toono guides Kashima’s face back towards his own.
“Thank you…” he whispers, his eyelashes flutter and he leans in even closer. He tilts his head and Kashima’s eyes widen when Toono connects their lips. They slot together with such ease, almost as if they were made for each other, like pieces of a puzzle. Toono lets his lips linger for a few seconds, before pulling away as quickly as he leaned in.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I…” Toono mumbles and begins to trail off. When he tries to turn away, Kashima catches him by his shoulder. His tight grip veers Toono back towards him. Those deep blue eyes meet his, and before he can say a word, Kashima’s lips are back on his.
Toono’s mind races, this is different from the other times they’ve kissed. It’s soft and tender, not rushed and heavy like their first. He shuts his eyes tight, relinquishing control to Kashima, who holds him in place by his shoulder. He’s tilting his head, trying his best to gain better access to Toono’s soft lips. It’s obvious he has more kissing experience than Toono, he’s much more confident too.
Toono slowly raises his hands, they shake as he experimentally slides them over Kashima’s biceps. ‘He makes me feel… dainty.’ He loops his arms around Kashima’s broad shoulders, bringing them closer together as they kiss. That’s when Kashima’s hands begin to slide down, tracing over Toono’s dress tentatively. They grope at his sides, leisurely making their way to his lower back.
Kashima pulls away to whisper a “C’mere.” as he ushers Toono closer, grabbing him by his sides and pulling him into his lap, until Toono’s slender legs straddle his hips.
“What are you doing?” Toono chuckles as Kashima pushes their bodies together. A hard throb against his ass catches Toono’s attention.
“See what you do to me, Toono?” He huffs against Toono’s lips, his tongue tracing the bottom lip. His eyes widen, blush spreading across his pretty pale face. Kashima’s warmth spreads through his entire body, tingling through his head and heart. Kissing Kashima makes him feel heavy and hot all over, and if he wasn’t being held by Kashima, he would have melted. He goes in for another kiss and Kashima eagerly receives it, slowly prying Toono’s lips apart with his tongue.
Kashima sits back on his hands, gently lapping at Toono’s tongue. With each tiny movement of Toono’s hips, Kashima’s cock twitches underneath him. It throbs against his bare skin, begging for his attention. Toono isn’t afraid or disgusted, even as he’s grinding his hips against Kashima’s lap.
Suddenly, Kashima falls back, Toono chases his lips down onto the bed with him. His hand are back on Toono’s body, one gropes at his ass, fingers tracing the lace against his body. Their lips connect with a huff, now it’s Toono who laps at Kashima’s lips, testing the waters. Kashima tilts his head, giving Toono free reign, to which he slides their tongues together with a vulgar noise. Toono’s heart thumps in his ears, ‘I need him… this is what I wanted.’ Toono pulls away, sitting up to let out a few shaky breaths. His hands run down Kashima’s chest and stomach, then stop at his jeans. His eyes dart to Kashima’s face, looking for his approval.
Kashima’s face is flushed, his lips slick with saliva and eyes half lidded. He nods at Toono intently, begging for his touch. Toono’s shaky fingers start to undo the button, trembling with anticipation as they clear the way towards Kashima’s cock. His eyes track the dark trail of hair that disappears under the elastic of his boxers.
Toono slowly lifts his dress to show off his cock, leaking through the lacy panties. Kashima hums with content, his cock visibly twitches in his boxers. “Ah.. I’m getting the outfit dirty… Akemi is going to kill me.” Toono sits up on his knees to slide his panties down, catching a glimpse of Kashima watching him with bated breath. He’s starstruck. “Y-you’re staring”
“How could I not…You look like an angel, Toono.” He grins.
“Don’t say stuff like that…” Toono whines, but Kashima urges him to come back down, running his fingers up and down Toono’s sides, pulling him closer. Their lips slot together with a moan, noses bumping together as they tilt their heads. Toono whines when he feels the hand in between their bodies, fingertips grazing his cock. It twitches and throbs, begging for Kashima’s touch. Suddenly the fingers wrap around him, pushing him up against Kashima’s cock. It’s bigger than his, thicker too, heavy against his own.
‘An angel…’ He repeats in his mind, Kashima always knows what to say.
Kashima’s hand easily fits around both of them, his thumb gently using their precum to slick them up. He’s slow and deliberate, stroking both of their lengths from top to bottom. When those long fingers start their climb back to the top, Toono whines his name softly. His hips involuntarily twitch and buck forward, he breaks their kiss to whine, panting against Kashima’s lips.
“I can’t… I’m…” Kashima hushes him with another kiss, chasing his lips upward. Toono thrusts into Kashima’s hand with purpose, chasing the heat that’s already pooling in his stomach. He whines into Kashima’s mouth, desperation spilling out. Kashima is vocal too, humming and huffing as he strokes them in a steady rhythm. The bed softly creaks underneath them, shifting with their motion. Toono breaks the kiss as he cums, sitting up to cover his mouth with his hand, muffling a high pitched moan. It spills over Kashima’s hand, dribbling on his lower abdomen.
Kashima readjusts himself, releasing Toono’s cock. “Stay still… I want to see you.” He begs as he grasps his own cock, laying back on his elbow and staring at Toono with blown out pupils. His eyes trace up Toono’s thighs, his stomach and chest, then they lock on to his face. He continues to stroke himself, faster than before.
Toono smirks softly, but his face feels as if it were on fire. ‘Is he seriously going to cum while staring at me?!’ and soon enough, his question is answered when Kashima shudders underneath him. He bites his lip, muffling another grunt as he cums. It drips on his stomach, mixing with Toono’s.
‘Kashima stole my first kiss, and now my virginity.’ He grins at the thought…
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Akemi pins a photo from Toono’s shoot on the club corkboard, “You’re so photogenic, Toono! Nice work on the project.”
“Ah, thank you…” He rummages in his bag, taking out the freshly washed outfit and pushing it towards Akemi.
“No, no, keep it. It suits you best!” Toono’s face heats up at the proposition. Maybe he wouldn’t mind keeping it…