And now back to the 30 day challenge of things that aren’t safe for work between my OTP.  Yay for holidays and distractions, but we’re back on track… for now at least but I WILL AT LEAST GET THROUGH ALL THIRTY!

Day Nine:  Against the wall

Warnings:  Clearly this challenge hates me because there’s no way the height difference between Kanji and Naoto would work against the wall… unless…

Actual Warnings:  NSFW, Crossdressing, sort of kind of for backside-of-the-tv  as a late Christmas request thing, though I have a feeling that crossdressing will show up again in this challenge.

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When she gives him the order he can feel a small shiver caressing his body.  High heels click against the hardwood floor as he takes a couple of steps back, leaning back against the wall.  He’s already giving in to heavy pants of breath, feeling that pleasant tingle in between his legs from the sheer anticipation of it all.  

Years ago Kanji Tatsumi would’ve felt like an idiot, standing in front of Naoto Shirogane while wearing a dress and heels of all things.  Thankfully, he’s over the hurdle of embarrassment.  He’s long since admitted to liking the feel of a dress’ fabric against his skin, likes how long his legs look in the heels, likes how soft the curls of the wig are when they fall against his shoulders.  

He can hear her crossing the floor to approach him, licks his lips when he gets a good look at her.  Dressed in yet another sharp coat and pants made of plaid blues, his wife is the most attractive young man to ever cross his path.  

Naoto grants him with a teasing smile before she begins the slow, careful seductions of her husband, Madame Tatsumi.  Her hands move across the dress in light, delicate touches, brushing against his nipples and pinching them through the silk material.  Kanji lets out a most pleasing little noise, Naoto moaning in response to his cry.

“Stop teasin’ me,” Kanji pleads with her, “You know I already want ya.”

“I know,” she says, “But where would be the fun in taking a lady so quickly?”

Kanji tries not to sound so pathetic, but he’s been reduced to whimpering and whining.  His heels are scratching against the floor from the constant trembling of his legs, Naoto’s hands running along the sides of his body.  The dress slides up with her hands and Kanji’s hoping, pleading that she’ll at least slip her hand under the dress.  

Naoto does at least rub her hand in-between his legs, unfortunately, the dress is still serving as a barrier between them. 

“Shit!”  He really, really doesn’t want to ruin this dress but her hand is relentless.  It’s a combination of silk and too much passion to keep up with.  Kanji can feel himself sliding down the wall, legs threatening to give out, heels making all kinds of noise against the floor.  

“Not yet,” Naoto whispers, pulling her hand away.  

Kanji stares at her, trying to think of something to say but his throat is starting to hurt from how loudly he had been yelling out sweet pleasantries.  Naoto just smirks and drops to her knees, hands slipping under the dress.  She starts at his feet, fingers whispering against the heels before they move upward.  She thinks that women strive to have legs like her husband’s, long and shapely, smooth like the dress he’s wearing.  She’s a bit obsessed with touching them, enjoying each little tremble, enjoying each soft click from the high heels. 

She gives him another order, this one a soft whisper that almost, almost makes him lose it, “Lift your dress for me.”

Kanji can’t do anything else but do as he’s told, grabbing the front of the dress and rolling it up.  As soon as he feels her breath against him he actually does lose it, screaming out his favorite sexual profanity, “Fuck!” as he reaches his climax.  Years ago he would’ve been embarrassed, watching as some of it lands on Naoto’s lips and cheek, but now he’s just frustrated with himself for giving in so easily.

Especially when she smirks up at him and licks her lips, “Already?”

“S-shut up!”  Then, “Y-you try leaning back against the wall like this!”

“I did.  Yesterday.  Remember?  I believe I lasted longer.”

“Yeah well… just… s-shut up I said!”

Naoto laughs and stands up, taking Kanji’s hand and putting it between her legs.  The laughter shifts into a low moan, Kanji’s hand already rubbing against her pants, “Make up for it now?”  Naoto asks, already having a hard time breathing.

“Get against the wall, young man” Kanji doesn’t bother whispering the order, voice low and commanding.  

Naoto is more than happy to comply.