30 Days of No Nut Smut ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Day 7: Half dressed (Oumami)

The Fox's Wedding

(Sequel to Mr. Pumpkin's Comical Dream)

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A loud explosion from outside the fitting room called Amami's attention, attention that in a split second Ouma snatched with a kiss.

"So, what do you say?" He groped Rantaro's crotch teasingly, as he looked at his eyes.

"Y-you mean right here?" A drop of sweat made its way down his neck, "What if we're caught?"

"It's alright. I took care of it."

"What the-" Ouma kissed him again. A bulge started growing bigger and harder in the pants of the butler outfit, thanks to the actions of Ouma's hand.

"I said it's fine. No one will come near here in the next two hours." His smile became more twisted than usual, as he sweetly licked Rantaro's neck. "It's a promise."

Amami's cool-headed deliberations were biased by Ouma's every move. He just couldn't say no.

"On your knees." He muttered with a deep breath, almost a soft moan. Ouma couldn't do more than smile, and obeyed; he kneeled himself until he was face to face with the swelled crotch, and unzipped, licking his lips out of expectation. Finally, the beast was uncaged, and Ouma stared at it intensely.

"Hehe~ Are you bigger than last time?" His tongue made a line from the base to the tip of the dick, as it sent shivers of pleasure down Amami's spine. He played with it, smearing it with his saliva before putting it on his mouth.

Amami had to lean to a wall, as he pulled Ouma's hair to have more control. He made him bobble his head back and forth, sometimes pulling it back for Ouma to enjoy the sight of his boyfriend's lustful face while he's on the floor, sucking a butler's dick.

He wasn't too far from cumming, since his mind unconsciously wanted to conserve the last few grams of shame he had left in fear someone found out that they were fucking in a fitting room. That was the plan, but Ouma thought otherwise; he carefully studied his body language, looking for hints that indicate that he was at his limit, all this without putting a halt to pleasuring his boyfriend. And finally, he found something: it was somewhat hard to see through the black suit, but Amami's arms' muscles tensed up at certain point, also causing the grip on Ouma's hair to be stronger.

In that second, out of an evil instinct, Ouma pulled it out of his mouth.

He left him hanging on the edge.

"Wha- What the fuck are you doing?" Amami whisper-yelled at him. His hand was about to take over, but Ouma grabbed it before it was possible.

"Nishishi... It's still too soon, Amami-chan."

"Someone's gonna see us!"

Ouma took his top off, before lowering his pants. "I said nothing's gonna happen, or you don't believe in me?"

"W-Well, it isn't like that. I..." He couldn't avert his eyes from the quick striptease taking place in front of him, which lasted until Ouma was only on his socks, the rest of his slender, smooth body exposed.