30 Days of No Nut Smut ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Day 6: Clothed getting off (Oumami)

Mr. Pumpkin's Comical Dream

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"A-Are you sure about this, Ouma?" Amami clutched the curtain of the costume store's fitting room as if his pride depended on it.

Meanwhile, Ouma just watched from outside, his lips twisting into a bemused smirk. "You just have to try it on, no big deal."

"You're not the one who has to undress in this fricking tiny box! This is a public place!"

"Oh, so undressing in a public place is «icky,» while fucking me senseless in the woods is just «becoming one with mother nature?» You disappoint me as an adventurer, Amami-chan." He shook his head with what might seem actual disappointment in the eyes of anyone who isn't some sort of medium, peeking with the corner of his eye his boyfriend's face of remorse.

They had decided to host a Halloween party, and use that opportunity to come out as a couple. Everything was meticulously planned out, very Rantaro-styled. The only condition Ouma asked for was that he had to choose the costumes, condition that Amami was starting to regret accepting.

"Fine." Rantaro sighed. "I just have to try it on, right?"

"Oh, wait. Lemme go inside with you first." Ouma said as he rushed inside of the fitting room, earning a look of utter confusion from his boyfriend. "I like having you in my field of view."

Amami automatically relaxed once Ouma was there with him. He's always said that Ouma's presence always put him at ease, no matter what kind of shenanigans he was doing at the moment. A warm smile started to form in his face upon those thoughts. He lowered his head, and softly pressed Ouma's forehead against his, before kissing him like only he knows how: slow and warm, leaving you speechless after a while. A few seconds later, their lips parted by a couple millimeters "Don't open your eyes until I tell you." He whispered as he ran his thumb over Ouma's lips, to what Ouma nodded without saying more. He had fallen into Rantaro's spell once again.

The muffled noise of the rest of the costumers outside had gone silent for a reason Amami didn't understand very well, but wasn't of concern at the moment; the preparations were almost finished. When the last button was finally fastened, he kissed Ouma once again. "Now open them."

Kokichi wasn't completely prepared for what he saw: Rantaro standing in front of him, wearing an unbuttoned black jacket over a vest of the same color, a red tie, and trousers that matched the design. It was the butler outfit he mentioned he liked some time ago. Rantaro never forgot about it.

"So, do you like it?" Amami's voice interrupted his daydreaming.

His eyes looked even more lost than after the second kiss; his logical thinking has been numbed by the man in front of him once again. "I-I love it!" He managed to let out of his heart. "When did you pick this up? I didn't see you."

"Hehe~" Amami laughed, and put his index finger to his lips. "I have my ways." He enjoyed seeing that innocent sparkle on his little boyfriend's eyes. It was rare, but the few times it happened, Amami felt like Ouma was somewhat starting to love himself a little more.

"Hey, Amami-chan..." He seemed to have regained his cool, "Are you going to wear that to the party?"

"If you want me to; I'm all yours."

"And what about..." A slight blush and a sassy smile appeared on his face, foreshadowing the worst, if we're to trust Rantaro's gut. His fingers made a trail down the expensive fabric of the black vest, until the softer fabric of the black pants, "...we used it for other purposes?"

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Word count: 709

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Again, more fluff than smut because I don't know what to do with this prompt. I do understand the 'Half Dressed' one loud and clear though, and as it's natural, Ouma is gonna f×ck the butler.

Then, I start to panic
Something going on here feels so wrong
As if under magic
I begin to feel so lost
Haughty Mister Jack said,
"Feel the evil in you start to swell"
Eyes as of the Devil
Beckoning me in His spell

Mrs. Pumpkin's Comical Dream

Composer: Hachi

Sang by: Hatsune Miku