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Reki was the schemer between the two of them. He knew what wheels were perfect for terrain and weather. He tailored Langa’s board to fit his stance and skills as a snowboarder. Reki could talk his way into a job interview for Langa and guarantee an outcome.
Langa loved his best friend for all he's done and help him accomplish. But right now he had some skepticism with his latest plan.
He also question how long has Reki had these dresses lying around?
They moved in together when they were accepted for university. Langa remembered unpacking their boxes as his and Reki's junk were mixed around. For as long as he's known him, Reki only owned jeans, graphic tees and bright neon sweaters.
Why did he have a ballgown dress?
"Damn, yeah it's too short for you. But the color suits you!"
The dress was baby blue with a low cut neckline and soft tulle as sleeves. The bodice clung around Langa's waist too tightly, while the petticoat underneath gave the skirt its full volume effect. Reki was right, though, that the dress was too short on him as his ankles and calves were showing. How scandalous if he was in the 1800s.
"Let's go to the fabric district this weekend. I know you're picky on texture so I need you to choose the type of fabric."
"Reki." Langa finally said as he stared at himself in the mirror. He honestly felt a little ridiculous in it. "Why do you have a dress?"
"Oh, it's mine."
That wasn't an answer. It explained why it did seem to fit for their body structure, but why. Not that Langa was trying to judge. Again, Reki just never owned something like this.
"Since when?"
"Hm, probably our last year of school? The drama club let me have it and I altered it to fit me. I swear you grew again this year, otherwise you could have had it."
Reki was right about one thing, the fabric was itching him.
"So you just…have a dress? Why didn't you tell me?" He could see the look of hesitation in the mirror's reflection. "I don't mind! Just…you usually tell me everything."
That was the deal between them after their first and last fight ever. No more secrets. It's why Reki was much more understanding when Langa finally told him his crush on Adam, and how he wanted to see him right after high school. That's when Reki confessed Snake hit him with a car and took him to a love hotel, but he too wanted to see him when they graduated.
Honestly the hit by the car thing upset Langa more than Reki.
Reki scratched his cheek. "It's just embarrassing is all…" But after a moment, "Okay, so a few months after we met I had a dream I was Cinderella and you were the Prince and we got married. So I had a bit of a crush on you dude but obviously we're okay now! Uh, as for the dress, I don't know? In my dream I was me but I was a girl? I looked and sounded exactly the same but you called me 'she' and 'princess' and I woke up thinking, 'hey, I can rock a dress and skate.' So yeah, that's it."
Although he spoke a little fast Langa took in every word and smiled. "How is that embarrassing?"
"Dude! I said we were married in my dream. Least until Adam stole you. Maybe I was just predicting the future."
"What's the next set of lottery numbers."
Reki rolled his eyes. "The drama club president was getting rid of their old costumes so I asked to take one, saying it was for Koyomi. But I made it for me and…"
"You felt pretty in it?"
With a blush, Reki nodded. "Yeah, like a real princess..." Then with a sudden burst of confidence, the same tone when he cracked the code in a skating trick, he said, "And with your pretty face it won't be hard to transform you to a pretty princess for the ball!"
Langa deflated yet again. That's where Reki completely lost him. Langa wasn't totally blind to the way others perceived him, even if he only saw himself as average. He never understood how he was a 'prince' when he transferred to their school, nor how he was a prince in Reki's dream, and he certainly could not translate that as being a princess now.
"I don't know Reki, I'll just look ridiculous. And what if Adam laughs at me?"
Reki raised a skeptical brow. "Dude, that guy's crazy for you. He's not going to laugh."
"But…his associates might."
Langa was over the moon when he confessed to Adam and his feelings were immediately reciprocated. What he thought was just teasing and banter at S was truly Adam's way of showing interest in him. The first time Adam kissed him, Langa felt his knees buckle and he pulled Adam closer, afraid to let him go.
He quickly learned of Adam's true identity and understood that their relationship could never go public. Langa knew Japan was much more conservative, so even if Adam wasn't a politician their gender and age difference still wouldn't have been as readily accepted.
Which was why Reki, apparently, had the idea to solve one of their problems for the Diet's Annual Charity Ball.
Raising money for families in Okinawa and repairing parks, this year's annual ball was themed as a masquerade, most likely Adam's input. Guests were expected to show up in their fanciest outfits to donate their hard-earned, nepotist money to a good cause. Meaning anyone below that tax bracket was not invited.
If Langa was a woman, the Hasegawas' were nobodies in the eyes of the political and socialite world. His grandparents from his mother's side didn't hold any significant standing as his grandmother was a housewife, and his grandfather a salary man. His father's side, surname Johnson, were humble farmers who sold their land when Langa was a kid and were living off retirement and the proceeds. Langa only had whatever savings he earned from Dope Sketch to his name, plus a small trust fund set up by his paternal grandparents that even if he touched would still nowhere be close to whatever these guests made in a day.
So not only was he a nobody sneaking into a socialite event, he was going to be a nobody in horrible drag.
Langa looked himself in the mirror and just could not envision himself as the snow princess Reki was insisting on. His shoulders were too broad and he was too tall for the average woman. Though he's heard he looked more like his mom than his dad, Langa couldn't help but see how sharp his jawline was. There was no way he'd pass as a woman.
While Reki had grown into himself after graduation he still had a much softer face. He looked just like his sisters, after all, and with his shorter stature he'd pass easier as a girl.
If Langa showed up to the party like this, he'd be laughed out of Okinawa.
"Reki…"
But his best friend hugged him from behind. "Dude, I can hear the gears working overtime. Just trust me, okay? I'll make you the most irresistible girl at the ball."
He was going to kill Reki.
"Ow! Ow-OW! That's too tight!"
"It's a corset!"
"You're going to break my ribs!"
"Stop being a baby. You're going to wear this every day until you feel pretty."
"REKI."
Before he knew it, it was the night of the ball. Local news were counting down the hours while the streets by the Shindo Estate prepared for everyone's arrival. Even by six P.M. cars were lined to the entryway with guests stepping out of their vehicles wearing their most elaborate and gorgeous outfits.
Seeing as Langa nor Reki had a car or a formal invitation, they took the Dope Sketch scooter and Reki snuck them through a secret back entrance he and Langa used to visit their lovers. It was hard to hold onto Reki while also holding onto his dress, that was protected in a covering, but once they made it in, Reki lead them to a room further away from the ballroom, near the staff quarters.
The room was fairly plain, with a simply neatly made bed, a dresser, and a desk with a notepad. It wasn't one Langa was familiar with, but he also had not had the chance to explore the entire estate since dating Ainosuke, as he mostly snuck in just to go straight to his bedroom.
Reki lead him to the bathroom, also plain except he noticed there were two toothbrushes on the sink, and forced Langa to sit. In his own mini bag was Reki's outfit, that he refused to show Langa for some reason, and his make-up kit.
They've been practicing up until the ball, but Langa still felt strange to have a layer of power and paint on his face. When he opened his eyes, he still saw himself just with pinker cheeks and longer lashes. Maybe he saw a bit of his mom in his reflection, but still felt too much like a guy.
The dreaded corset came next, then the layers of fabric until he was covered. The dress was sleeveless, saved for the soft tulle that connected from the front heart shaped neckline to his back, so Reki brought a pair of long baby blue gloves to cover his arms. Langa slipped into the flat matching shoes while his legs were covered in white pantyhose.
Still seated, Reki then added the final touches. First, hair extensions that went down to his back, a tiara with fake rhinestones but looked real to the naked eye, and finally his mask. It matched with Adam's, white with gold trim, but had blue hearts instead of red.
He stood in front of the body length mirror as he's done before. But now that they were in the Shindo Estate with the party just a few doors down, suddenly it all clicked for Langa.
…Langa felt pretty.
At first he thought he'd see a weird version of his mom but instead he recognized himself. A softer face and doe-like eyes with a body figure that was lithe and lady-like. The corset did it's job to shape his waist and chest so the dress bodice and skirt fit him perfectly. Even though he noticed his height he felt like he could blend in with everyone else. No one would think it's a pauper in a bad halloween costume, but an actual princess.
"Reki… Thank you."
Reki flashed him a toothy smile. "You'll be the star of the show."
They stayed up in the room for another half-hour as Reki got himself ready. He didn't have an elaborate dress but instead was wearing a simple waitress uniform. On top of his own corset was a white blouse and black vest, a pencil skirt that went down to his knees, and gray panty-hoes with black high heels. Reki removed his headband and added his own hair extensions that he braided it to lay over his shoulders. Then with the addition of some make-up Reki looked to be a proper, pretty waitress.
"You're not dancing tonight?" Langa asked, a little disappointed that he'd have to do this part of the night alone.
"Nah, Tadashi isn't dancing either. Besides… he doesn't know I'm here."
Langa tilted his head, confused.
"Dude hasn't been paying attention to me lately. So I told Adam I'd be willing to help out the staff."
Reki never talked to Ainosuke alone. Whatever he and Tadashi were going through must have made Reki desperate enough to talk to him.
"Are you two—?"
Reki waved him off. "Hey, don't worry about me. Let's get you down to the party."
He'd ask later, as now Langa was nervous yet again for the main event.
He let Reki lead him downstairs and around the back, entering the main hall through a door that seemed to be for the staff only. Reki was the one on look out, and once he deemed it safe, signaled for Langa to go through.
"You got this Langa." He said to him. "And if you need an out just come through this way."
He hoped he didn't need an out. He was on a mission, and after all of Reki's hard work he was going to complete it.
The party had already began with chatter, laughter, and boisterous voices of the elite. Many were preoccupied with each other and the endless amounts of food by the buffet tables and drinks passed around by staff. Reki had taken to a tray of appetizers and began offering them to guests as if he's been working there all night.
The Shindo Ballroom was grand and decorated from floor to ceiling to look like a Victorian-era mansion. It was something Langa had only seen in movies rather than real life. Even the food was more towards a western pallette but that was Adam's motif. Bringing in a performative culture they usually wouldn't have here.
Langa moved himself to the side to watch the guests. None he recognized, and he doubted he could even without their masks, and many paid no mind to him. Over by a table were a group of ladies ogling and giggling to each other as they were eyeing up the man of the hour.
Langa could see how the spotlight naturally followed Ainosuke. But here the lines between Ainosuke Shindo and Adam were blurred. His costume tonight was one almost resembling a peacock, flashier than any of his stunts at S. A beautifully tailored red suit bedazzled in jeweled trim, gold and blue. His cape were woven with colorful feathers that shined. His mask was similar to the one he wore at S, white with gold and red trim, but with more feathers by the edge of the eyes.
But underneath the costume that screamed Adam, Ainosuke was wearing his politician smile.
He was talking to a group of older folk, either coworkers or donators, Langa wasn't sure, but it was the smile and posture that was too polite and too reserved. Tonight he was Member Shindo, not Adam.
The girls by the table wanted Member Shindo, but none of them could handle Adam.
That's what Langa told himself as he began to make his way across the ballroom. That's right, none of these women knew his two identities. None of these women would accept his identities. Langa already has. Because Langa is his Eve.
He was a few feet away when Ainosuke turned his head and spotted him in the crowd. Even under the mask Langa could make out his expressions: First shocked, confused, contemplating, acceptance…and then he was greeted with a genuine smile.
"Excuse me," Langa said, bowing slightly and voice softer, "May I interrupt Shindo-sama for a dance?"
Reki drilled it into his head to use honorifics. Be polite. Not just culturally polite but lady-like polite. He couldn't draw that much more attention to himself.
"Of course Miss." Ainosuke said, holding out his hand. He was wearing white leather gloves with gold lace weaved into it. Langa placed his hand in his, and allowed himself to be lead to the dance floor.
Langa kept his breath steady as all eyes were on them. The chatter began to die down while the music increased in volume. The first dance of the night from the host, and an unknown woman.
Falling into Ainosuke's arms was second nature to Langa. Just like at S, just like they would do in his bedroom, Ainosuke held Langa by his waist, Langa's hand resting on his arm. Then hand and hand, they began to move.
The sea of curious eyes blurred for Langa as his focus was solely on the man in front of him. He may still be representative Shindo to the crowd, but right now he was Langa's Adam. No one else was privy to this side of him.
"I must say, Langa-chan," Ainosuke whispered, "When third wheel promised he'd gift me a thank you for letting him work my party, I wasn't expecting this."
Blushing, Langa replied, "So you promise you'll be nicer to him? He's still my best friend, after all.'
"Hm, perhaps. But I won't give him all the credit. You are stunning in blue. Oh how I would love to remove the mask to see your lovely face."
Ainosuke twirled him, allowing the skirt of Langa's dress to take full effect. Langa felt like he was dancing on a cloud.
"You can, tonight." Langa whispered when he fell back into Ainosuke's arms.
"Oh? Am I so lucky to find you in my bed after all this?"
"Only if you're good." Langa said with a bite of his lip. "My husband is not unfaithful, is he? He won't allow these other women to sway him, not when his wife is waiting for him?"
Langa knew the implications now that he went by Eve at S. Adam and Eve, the first husband and wife. Langa never referred himself to Ainosuke's wife, until now.
Adam's smile was now downright feral. If he wasn't the political representative he was, Langa knew he would take him right then in there, laying his claim in front of an audience. Even if a fantasy, Langa wouldn't mind.
The world had to know, the aunts had to know, Ainosuke Shindo was already taken.
With a final dip, the song ends, and the guests around them clap. A new set of music begins, one that invites the rest to find their partners and dance. Langa wanted to go another round, to stay in Ainosuke's arms but he could already see the harpies circle their nephew.
"Apologies, Langa-chan, I must tame them."
But he still makes it known but taking the back of Langa's hand, and placing a chaste yet public kiss.
Ainosuke reluctantly let him go, and Langa quickly began making his way off the floor and blending back into the crowd. Easier said than done as he heard every whisper of the brave and foolish girl asking the host for a dance.
Langa was brave and foolish. That's why Adam wanted him.
With his head held high, Langa made his way to the food table for a bit of breathing room. The food looked absolutely divine but he knew in this get up he couldn't just be stuffing his face, even if Ainosuke were to encourage him.
Looking around he spotted Reki pouring an older man a drink, laughing at his jokes and body moving like he was enjoying the drab conversation. Just a few feet way Langa finally spotted Snake, not at all in costume, boring a hole into the old man.
Ah, so that was Reki's plan.
Well he was going to leave Reki to it. He had no reason to waive him down for an out so he was just going to enjoy the rest of the party.
Langa managed to sneak in some of the hors d'oeuvres while answering small talk to those interested in him, or rather her. He was never the best liar, since he had nothing to lie about until now, but remembered to keep his responses brief and vague with some truth to it. She came from a humble family who recently moved back to Okinawa and was in the medical field. She was looking to put her donations to the public parks and community centers for families, and she met Ainosuke Shindo during a tour of one facility he was looking to fund.
Everyone seemed to be buying the vague story. He could see the men taking polite interest outside of business, and the women began inviting her for afternoon tea. But before he could come up with an excuse of her unavailability, he spotted the three familiar harpies bee lining in his direction.
Langa excused himself and headed towards the restrooms, hoping to lose them long enough to then sneak through the exit. He knew there would be a chance the aunts would get on his case but now that it was happening he was panicking.
He just managed to find the women's restroom and began texting Reki when the doors violently swung open. HIs phone slipped out of his hands and he was on the ground trying to pick it back up. Standing above him were the three Aunts who sneered down at him like he was nothing more than trash.
"Who are you?" One of them asked. "Which family brought you here?"
With a small voice Langa answered, "Johnson…" He thought to use his father's surname as to not get his mom's family in trouble, until he remembered there was no way a foreign-sounding name would be on the guest list.
"So you snuck in?"
A hand reached out and grabbed Langa by the root of his hair, pulling him up to face her. She was still wearing a mask but he could make out her blood-red eyes that were ready to kill him.
"I don't know how trash like you managed to get through our security but not only will you be removed, we'll make sure you'll never see the light of day. Kikuchi!"
Despite it being the women's restroom, Snake entered as he was called. Relief washed over Langa, seeing a familiar face and ally.
"Ma'am, the Yamaguchi matriarch would like a word with you regarding her daughter's marriage resume."
The aunt released Langa, still sneering. "Ugh, you deal with this wretch, Tadashi. We cannot leave Yamaguchi unanswered."
For good measure, Langa made himself smaller as to look completely helpless. The aunts seemed satisfied at his pathetic state as they made their way out.
Once they left Snake closed the door behind them and rushed over to Langa. "Are you hurt?"
Langa shook his head. "No…just…" He looked at himself in the mirror, deflated now at his appearance. Though the interaction was quick he could see his hair was out of place and his dress was crumpled. Somehow his make-up smeared too. "I…can't go out like this."
"You don't have to. Ainosuke-sama has requested for his bedroom to be prepared. You are expected there soon."
"I am?" Langa teased Adam on the dance floor, but at this moment he didn't feel worthy to be in his bed.
Would he want to see him like this? Completely rumpled and ready to be kicked out to the streets? Why would Ainosuke want this?
"I assure you, Snow," Tadashi said kindly, placing his hand on the back of Langa as he led him out, "That Ainosuke-sama was insistent that you will stay the night."
The hallway was completely cleared as he followed Snake to a door, off limits from the rest of the party. It lead them back to the main hall and to the main suites where Ainosuke's familiar door was.
Stepping inside felt like a second home to Langa. Many nights he had spent on his bed, lazing in the arms of Adam. Adam even allowed him to indulge as they would eat breakfast in bed together.
"He still has to make his rounds but I assure you that he will return tonight. I have prepared your towel and nightgown when you are ready to bathe."
Langa nodded. "Thank you, Snake."
With a final nod Tadashi left the suite, leaving Langa all by his lonesome.
Wait…did he say nightgown?
Langa walked over to the bathroom, finding the fluffy white towel and a box with a decorative ribbon. It was addressed to Langa but the handwriting was clearly Reki's. He wasn't aware his friend had another piece of clothing to give him for the night.
He unwrapped the box, unveiling a baby blue slip with thin straps attaching the heart shaped front to the low back. It wasn't made of silk, as he knew Reki couldn't afford it, but it was still soft and smooth to the touch.
Unveiling the entire slip showed it would only go down to his knees There was lace trimming around the neck line, and a small slit by the leg to show off his thigh.
His best friend really thought of everything.
He'd own Reki his first born child with all this prepared. Langa, at first, wanted to wait for Ainosuke in his current ballgown but decided the slip would be comfier and maybe more alluring.
It took him a bit to get out of the dress by himself, even longer for the corset, but once he was fully free of his confines Langa stepped into the bath and let his worries soak away. It was a shame that he was also washing off his make-up but he kept the extensions in as, according to Reki, they'd be stuck there for a while anyway.
He stayed in the bath until the water ran cold. Once rinsed and dried he took to Ainosuke's lotions and oils to rehydrate his skin. That's where he found some basic make-up items such as blush and even lipstick. Trying to remember how his mom does her make up, Langa added some to his cheeks and painted his lips.
In the mirror he still looked like a young, dainty wife, living in the spoils of her husband's wealth.
Satisfied with his appearance, Langa made his way back to the bedroom just as the door opened.
"Langa-kun are you…oh my."
Adam had removed his mask, so Langa was under his full gaze of hunger. The older man took every detail of his body, from his legs to his waist, and then to his face where he seemed particularly pleased with the lipstick.
"Welcome back, husband." Langa said as he draped himself onto the bed. "I missed you."
Barely removing his shoes, Ainosuke quickly joined him and showered Langa with kisses. "My Eve, my Langa, you are delightful."
Langa giggled and kissed him back, letting Ainosuke feel every part of his body with his leather glove hands.
"I wanted to rip off your bodice myself…but this is just as lovely." His hand made his way up Langa's thigh. "My wife, I am so sorry to have kept you waiting."
Confidence bloomed in Langa's chest. He felt silly being so self-conscious earlier, jealous that other women at the party were eyeing his husband. Because at the end of the night, Ainosuke was always returning to him. No politicians, no aunts, would stand in their way.
"Darling, I must taste you. Please let me take care of you." Ainosuke began to remove his jacket and loosen his tie. His hair was now sticking out of place and Langa wanted to run his hands through it more, despite the gel and products, just to make him more of a mess. To know he had that affect on him.
"Please Adam." Langa said, spreading his legs for Adam to fit between them. "Take care of me."
With a mischievous grin Adam lowered himself between Langa's legs. He hooked his hand behind Langa's knees to throw his legs over his shoulder, Langa feeling his hot breath over his cock. "My wife's already wet." He teased, poking at the wet spot staining his dress.
Langa bit his lower lip as he felt Adam spread his hole with his thumbs. "Your cunt looks too tight. I've clearly been neglecting you."
His tongue licked a long, wet strip from his hole to the base of his balls. Langa reached out and gripped Adam's hair, unsure if he wanted to pull him off or keep him in place. Despite doing this all the time, Langa was just so sensitive there that the feeling was too much.
But his husband had other plans. Langa could practically feel him smirking as he just dove right into his meal. Saliva drenched him while that sinful tongue opened him up with great pride. Adam was reaching as deep as he could while he began stroking Langa's cock, playing with the head and squeezing the base whenever he thought Langa was getting too close too fast.
"Is playing with your clit too much?" Adam asked as he gave another tug at his cock. Langa whimpered and nodded. "Good, I want you to come, darling."
"B-but what about—?"
"Oh we'll get there." Adam promised. "But my wife's needs come first."
He was back in his pussy, tonguing him deep as he ate him out like a starved man. Langa loved Adam's mouth on him, loved how he wanted to taste every part of his body with his tongue, then would leave bite marks up his thighs, making Langa in his most intimate places.
Adam didn't neglect his clit either, playing with the wet spot on his tip then roughly handling him, stroking him rough until Langa arched his back and came over his gown.
Adam spat into his pussy before ghosting over Langa's clit, teasing him with a lick that made Langa shudder. Then he lapped up his come before it could dry on his gown, still leaving wet stains to show how turned on he was.
"My wife is always so sweet." Adam complimented.
Langa pulled Adam back up for a heated kiss, uncaring where his mouth had been. They were always sharing spit and bodily fluids with one another. It was the closest they could be, short of exchanging their souls.
Langa's appetite for Adam was insatiable. When they were in close proximity all he wanted was to was put his hands on him, kiss him until dizzy, have Adam inside him until Langa couldn't think of anything else but Adam's touch and voice.
"Adam," Langa was breathless, his chest falling up and down rapidly from his high. "I want you inside me."
He was met with a wolf-like grin. "Darling, I was thinking the same thing."
Seeing the half-empty bottle of lube reminded Langa they should be buying more soon. They just got this last week, too.
He flinched when cold, wet fingers entered him but it quickly turned to something warm and pleasurable. Langa held onto Adam's shoulders, rocking into his hand to meet his movements. Adam always opened him up so sweetly and thoroughly, afraid to hurt him. Langa didn't mind a little bit of pain, so long as it came from Adam.
"Husband," Langa begged, "I want you now."
"Just a little longer my sweet."
Pouting, Langa decided he waited long enough. Shifting his weight, he managed to flip them over so Ainosuke was on his back and Langa on top of him. In the movement Adam's fingers slipped out of him, much to Langa's dismay. So to rectify that, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled it down to reveal that gorgeous, large cock.
Langa noticed Adam wasn't wearing underwear. How naughty.
"If I had known I wouldn't have worn my panties at the party."
"You would do no such thing." Adam chastised. "My wife cannot go out so obscene."
Pre-cum gathered at the tip of Adam's cock. Langa played with the slick with his index finger and brought it to his lips for a taste. "But my husband can? Showing this off to his suitors? That's not fair to me."
"Darling, you know those women mean nothing to me."
"Prove it." Langa challenged as he gripped the base of Adam's cock and aligned it to his cunt. "Show me I'm yours, and yours only."
The stretch burned gloriously. Inch by inch Langa sank down until he was sitting on him, finally feeling so full and complete. With his legs spread across his gown hiked up to his thighs to expose his leaking clit.
Adam intertwined their fingers to keep Langa balanced, and to tell him that he had him. He would always keep him balanced. "Langa, you're gorgeous."
Below him Adam was halfway to looking completely undone with his hair completely undone, his face flushed red and eyes widened with glee. Langa also wanted to rip his shirt open but seeing it wrinkled and unbuttoned was good enough for now.
He watched Adam's expressions closely as he rode him. Langa knew how to roll his hips in the exact way that drove his husband crazy, yet kept his weight on him so he knew to stay in place. Adam loved to take the lead on the track but in bed it was Langa's time to shine. He clenched down on Adam's cock, trying to get the man to falter faster than he would like. He loved watching Adam come undone because of his doing.
Tonight was no different as he continued to ride him leisurely. The stretch was oh so good and Langa felt himself getting wetter by the second. Adam's hands soon gripped Langa's waist as he helped him move him on his cock. Langa threw his head back with an obscene moan and Adam's name on his lips.
In his gown, with his long hair, the idea of belonging to Adam entirely, spurred something out of him he never would have thought to say.
"Put a baby in me, Ainosuke."
The response was instant. Langa found himself right on his back, his legs pushed up to his chest and his entire pussy and clit exposed. He whined at the loss of Adam's cock before the man thrust back in with a crazed look in his eye.
"My wife wants a child? I can give her one."
Adam's pace was relentless as he pressed Langa's legs to his chest. Langa was unable to move like this, not that he wanted to, as he just took that cock over and over. If he had a child with Adam then no one could tear them apart. They would have made something together. Their perfect child.
"Ah-ah Ada—Ainosuke! More…I want you to fill me up." Langa found himself babbling. "I want to leak for you."
"Langa, oh my Langa," Adam was getting close, he could tell with how frantic and uncoordinated his hips were. "You'll always be full with me. Because you're mine. My Eve, my wife."
"Yours," Langa panted as he threw his head back. His body tightened as he came a second time that night. "Yours, Ainosuke."
Adam's hips stilled with one last, deep thrust, filling up Langa until he was sure he could feel him in his stomach. He definitely would have been pregnant with that. Langa giggled at the thought.
"Something funny, love?" Adam asked, breathless yet smiling.
"You're going to be a father." Langa simply said.
"Damn right I am. You'd look so good, round with my child."
Yeah, he would, Langa thought. His second thought was that skating would be much harder, but that's okay. Anything for their child.
Ainosuke had to eventually pull out, but he did so gently and with greater care to Langa. He helped Langa stretch out his legs and massaged his calves while leaning down to give him more kisses. Ainosuke also licked up any remaining cum like it was honey, obscenely licking his lips with every drop tasted.
He felt Ainosuke's cum drip out of him, disappointed he didn't think of getting a plug before then. But it was still a sign of belonging. He was Ainosuke's.
Despite Ainosuke's insistence to clean him up, Langa stayed firmly in bed and demanded for his husband to finally strip naked and join him. Ainosuke acquiesced easily, his clothes thrown to the floor, then lifting the comforter for the two of them to snuggle. Sweat and fluids covered them but that was okay, because it was theirs.
"Tomorrow, you will put that dress on, and I will ravage you in that ballroom." Ainosuke promised, kissing Langa's forehead. "Then I'll hand feed you the little treats you barely got to touch."
With a smile, Langa snuggled closer to Ainosuke. "I love you, Ainosuke."
"My Langa, I love you with all my heart." Another kiss to his forehead. "Marry me."
Langa's breath hitched, his heart beating out of his chest. "Really? You mean it?"
"Of course I do, my love." Ainosuke took Langa's hand and placed it over his chest. "Do you see what you do to me? My heart only beats for you. Marry me, so I can be yours."
Langa wasn't about to argue the logistics. He knew Japanese law was so different from Canada, and with Ainosuke's line of work this marriage could never be public.
But it wasn't about that. This was about them.
"Yes, yes of course Ainosuke."
Through the brightest and happiest tears, Langa and Ainosuke kissed until breathless, declaring their love for each other until they exhausted themselves to sleep. Langa laid on Ainosuke's chest, his head to his heart, listening to the reminder who that soul belonged to.