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Behind Open Doors
Time: Present Day
Blue and Jade had been dating for a couple months, and in that time they’d started getting intimate with each other. Simple hand holding escalated to kissing, which in turn led to touching and other displays of affection. They were yet to go all the way, but Blue was becoming more and more comfortable with getting close to Jade by the day. Although Blue had been nervous at first, he was learning to trust his partner and wanted to keep taking things further in their relationship.
After going on a date one afternoon, Jade and Blue went back to Blue’s house and decided to spend time in his room together. They had just watched a romantic movie and were riding the mood all the way back to the bedroom. The two of them barely took the time to kick off their shoes before they collapsed onto Blue’s bed and let their bodies tangle together. They wrapped their arms around each other and immediately sank into a kiss, letting their lips meet in a sensual embrace.
Blue rested his hands on the small of Jade’s back for the time being, while Jade ran his hands up and down Blue’s back. They mashed their lips together in a forceful and passionate gesture, desperately wanting to become intoxicated on one another. After a moment, Jade parted his lips and slid his tongue into Blue’s mouth, yearning to taste him. Blue accepted this readily, using his own tongue to massage against Jade’s while they deepened the kiss and made out on the bed. Blue could feel a spark of heat festering inside of him as he held Jade close, being overcome with affection and lust for his partner.
Needing an outlet for the sexual desire bubbling up inside of him, Blue reached down and grabbed Jade’s ass. He felt Jade gasp into the kiss before he began massaging Jade’s cheek over his pants. Even with clothes in the way, he could feel the supple flesh beneath his palm and felt compelled to keep groping him. All the while, Blue wrestled his tongue with Jade’s and became especially familiar with the faint sweetness on Jade’s breath. Blue closed his eye and sank into the moment, eagerly caressing Jade as they made out.
Jade loved the feeling of Blue’s hands on his ass; they’d only gotten as far as lewd touching once or twice before, and every time excited Jade to no end. He could practically feel the electricity in his veins as he was turned on by Blue’s mouth and hands on him. He was melting in Blue’s arms and wanted even more, aching for Blue to take things up a notch. Without meaning to, Jade’s hips flicked forward as though to subconsciously ask Blue to go further. Jade felt the heat of embarrassment spread across his cheeks as his body betrayed him, though he would find that Blue was willing to grant his desires.
When Blue felt Jade’s crotch brush against his own, arousal flickered inside of him and made him hungry for more. He was approaching uncharted territory, but he was too enamored with Jade to be as nervous as he might normally be if he were overthinking things. Craving more of Jade’s body, Blue firmly gripped Jade’s ass and pulled his hips forward, forcing their crotches to press together. A shiver shot down Blue’s spine at even the slightest contact and spurred him into motion; he began rocking his hips and rubbing his crotch against Jade’s while sloppily making out with him on the bed. Blue was on top of Jade, weighing down on him with his body while grinding their clothed cocks together.
“A-aah!” Jade let out a surprised whine into the kiss when he felt Blue rubbing against him. His body responded almost instantly, with his cock perking up at the slightest provocation. His eyelids fluttered and goosebumps formed on his arms as the heat intensified and he became hopelessly horny. He eagerly reciprocated Blue’s motions, moving his hips as well so that he could receive even more of the decadent stimulation. Before long, Jade’s hard-on was pulling at his pants and showing his intense need for more. Jade grabbed the back of Blue’s shirt in fistfuls while his hips twitched and he began moaning amid their heated make out session. “Mmmhh… aaah… aaahahhhhh…”
Blue could feel Jade’s stiff erection and quickly matched him with his own cock standing to attention. They were both fully aroused and lost in the pleasure as they frotted and rubbed together, ignoring the clothes in the way and focusing on the sensation of their cocks grinding against one another. Blue bucked his hips faster, showing a rabid desperation as he humped Jade and rocked the bed with his frantic movements. His breathing became heavier and his heart raced as he was lost in the feeling of being so intimately entwined with Jade. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him with every thrust of his hips, until precum was dampening the front of his pants in a messy display.
“Aaahnhhh, Blue! Fuck- fuck- god, just like that! Fuck, it feels so good!” Jade broke away from the kiss to cry out in delight, his voice cracking and his eyes rolling back. He clung to Blue as though his life depended on it, quivering beneath him and relishing the way Blue’s crotch felt against his. He threw his head back and moaned as Blue kept grinding against him, instilling them both with a potent pleasure that only increased with every passing second. This was the furthest they’d ever taken things together, and Jade was addicted. His toes curled and he let out ragged gasps as the intensity ramped up higher and higher. “Fuck, Blue, it feels so good! God- aaahnhhh, fuck!”
“Holy shit, you sound so hot when you moan. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.” Blue was immeasurably turned on by the way Jade was crooning, prompting him to put even more enthusiasm into the way he was frotting his partner. He pressed his hips down onto Jade’s, forcing their cocks together over and over. When this wasn’t enough, he decided to satisfy his need for closeness by burying his face in Jade’s neck and kissing all along the skin. Blue dragged his tongue across the supple flesh, imparting dozens of kisses and bites onto Jade. He was wholly entranced by Jade and couldn’t get enough of him. The sexual energy between them was off the charts as they became a heated mess of humping and moaning.
“Blue! Blue, fuck- it feels so fucking good! Fuck, I can’t take it! It feels so good I- I- aaahnhhhh, Blue! Fuck, it’s so hot when you- when you- aaahnhhhh, god, I can’t take it!” Jade cried out, his head spinning while he felt Blue all over him. He’d never experienced such bliss before and didn’t know how to possibly handle it. He was largely inexperienced when it came to intimacy, and he was quickly going to discover that it didn’t take much to get him off when the mood was right. It wouldn’t even dawn on him that he was on the cusp of an orgasm until it was already happening and he was thrust into the fit of euphoria all at once. While still fully-clothed, the dry humping and frotting became more than Jade could bear and he went tumbling into a climax that would leave him reeling. “Aaahnhhhh- Blue- B-blue- I- I- oh, fuck! Fuck! AaaaAAAAHNHHH!”
Jade let out a raucous moan and his eyes crossed as his whole body went rigid beneath Blue. The stimulation proved to be too much for him to take, and he was greeted by a tsunami of pleasure consuming him whole as he was given the perfect rush. He trembled from head to toe before his entire body jolted and he came hard, letting out a mess of cum into his jeans. A pornographic cry left his lips while he finished, his face frozen in a slutty expression as he rode out the high all the way to the end. When it was over, he was left gasping for air and shivering all over in the wake of such a breathtaking experience.
“Mmh?” Blue pulled his mouth away from Jade’s neck and looked down at him, seeing the whorish look on his face. He hadn’t realized that Jade was actually going to get off from the grinding, and was caught off guard. “Did you- did you cum?”
“U-uh, I… I…” Jade’s face reddened in hue as he realized what had happened, feeling the heat of shame spread across his cheeks. He let out a strained whimper, averting his gaze. “I- I didn’t mean to! We didn’t even take our clothes off or anything… f-fuck, this is embarrassing. It just felt so good that I couldn’t help it. I was all caught up in the moment and how hot it was and… ah…”
“Don’t be embarrassed! I’m just surprised, is all. I didn’t know it was possible to get off from just grinding. You don’t have to feel weird about it or anything, though, I promise!” Blue assured him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “I’m just glad it felt good for you. I mean, it also felt really good for me.”
“You didn’t finish though, so… so we should keep going, right?” Jade looked up at Blue, still lying beneath him. “I know we haven’t gotten this far before, but I could, uhm, I could-”
Suddenly, Blue and Jade heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. They looked toward the source of the noise and would be horrified to see Mr. Shocking standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Blue, I know you like to keep your door open, but this is one of those times where it might not be the best fucking idea. Everyone can hear you two from clear down the goddamn hallway.” Mr. Shocking remarked.
“P-pa! Ah- we were just- I was just- we were- u-uh-” Blue stammered dumbly, feeling stupid that he hadn’t thought to close his door. He kept it perpetually open out of habit and never would have considered closing it, even when getting intimate with his partner. However, he was discovering that he couldn’t get away with keeping the door open if he wanted any privacy with Jade. Blue hastily got off of Jade and sat down beside him on the bed, crossing his legs to try and hide his obvious hard-on.
“You don’t have to make excuses and shit; it’s not like I don’t know exactly what you two are up to, you know.” Mr. Shocking snorted, rolling his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, though, you can’t do this shit with the door open, you know? Fourteen other people live in this damn house.”
“Sorry, I- I’ll close the door!” Blue jumped to his feet and awkwardly shuffled toward the door.
“Just close it while you’re getting busy, will you? Me and the others don’t want to hear about how your boyfriend busts a nut before the clothes even come off.” Mr. Shocking couldn’t help but sneak in a snide remark toward Jade, cracking a sneer.
“E-er, please forget that part.” Jade looked away, mortified. “Forget anything you heard.”
“Believe me, I want to.” Mr. Shocking huffed. “I’m a guy who likes to get down, but I don’t want to fucking know what my goddamn son is doing in the bedroom. No fucking thank you. Have all the fun you want, as long as I can’t fucking hear it.”
“Right, ah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Blue nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about the noise, Pa. We’ll, uhm, keep it down. And close the door.”
Blue then closed the door before bashfully returning to the bed. It would be hard to get back into the mood after such an interruption, but they would surely find a way.
From that point forward, Blue would always make sure to shut his door when he was planning on getting intimate with his boyfriend.
Mr. Shocking And Mr. Flower
Time: 2011, Hanaya-san is 6
Beelzebub was always the one who would help Hanaya-san water the flowers he was growing, but there came a time where Beelzebub was spending a few days in Hell to make sure that everything was on the up-and-up in his domain. While he was away, he hadn’t thought to designate anyone to take his place in making sure Hanaya-san’s plants were watered. In not delegating this task to someone, the responsibility would end up falling onto an unlikely source.
Hanaya-san didn’t know that Beelzebub was going to be gone; on the first day of his absence, Hanaya-san went to the main kitchen as usual with the intention of having his grandpa help him water his flowers. He looked around, expecting to see Beelzebub drinking his morning coffee, but the only other person in the kitchen at the moment was his uncle, Mr. Shocking. Hanaya-san frowned, wondering if Beelzebub was sleeping in.
“Uncle Shocking, where’s grandpa Beel? It’s time to water the Mr. Flowers!” Hanaya-san pulled on his uncle’s coat to get his attention.
“Beel? He’s in Hell for a couple days. He won’t be home today.” Mr. Shocking informed him.
“Huh? But… but we need to water the Mr. Flowers!” Hanaya-san frowned. “Grandpa Beel always helps me water the Mr. Flowers!”
“He’ll be back in a few days. He’s not home right now.” Mr. Shocking reiterated the situation.
“But- but what about the Mr. Flowers?!” Hanaya-san gasped, distraught. “If the Mr. Flowers don’t get water, they won’t grow!”
“They’re just plants; they’ll be fine for a few days-” Mr. Shocking started, but paused when he could see tears welling up in Hanaya-san’s eyes. He was well aware that flowers had become Hanaya-san’s latest obsession over the course of the past year, to the point where the whole family was even playfully calling him Hanaya-san. He was sure that Hanaya-san would be inconsolable if he wasn’t able to care for his plants. After a moment of thought, he decided that he would step in. “Fine, how about this? I’ll help you water the damn things until he gets back. Then they’ll keep growing, okay?”
“Really?” Hanaya-san’s eyes lit up. “Thank you!”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s take care of the flowers, then.” Mr. Shocking paced over toward the kitchen window sill, where there were a row of potted plants. “These are the ones you’re growing, right?”
“Mhm! Those are all of the Mr. Flowers!” Hanaya-san nodded, following Mr. Shocking to the window sill.
“All right, I’ll just give them a bit of water then-” Mr. Shocking grabbed a glass and started to fill it with water.
“No! No! I wanna water them! And you need to use a watering can!” Hanaya-san protested, jumping up to try and turn off the sink.
“Hm? I don’t know if you noticed, pipsqueak, but you’re not tall enough to reach the window sill.” Mr. Shocking pointed out.
“Grandpa Beel takes them off of the window sill for me so I can water them.” Hanaya-san told him.
“That so? Fine. They’re your plants, I guess.” Mr. Shocking started to take the pots out of the window sill, setting them on the kitchen floor.
“Good morning, Mr. Flowers!” Hanaya-san greeted his plants as they were put onto the ground. He then opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink and pulled out a small watering can, which he then held out to Mr. Shocking. “Water, please!”
“Sure, sure.” Mr. Shocking, being the one tall enough to easily reach the sink, took the watering can from Hanaya-san and filled it up before handing it back to him. “There you go, kid.”
“Too much water! I can’t give them this much.” Hanaya-san shook his head when he felt how heavy the watering can was. “Too much water is bad for Mr. Flowers!”
“That’s too much? Shit, well just use what you need and I’ll pour the excess back into the sink, okay?” Mr. Shocking told him.
“Okay!” Hanaya-san accepted this, then proceeded to water each of the potted plants. When he was done, he handed the watering can back to Mr. Shocking so that he could dispose of the extra water.
“All right, we’re good now?” Mr. Shocking put away the watering can and reached to start putting the potted plants back in the window sill.
“Wait! Wait! I’m not done with them yet!” Hanaya-san held out his hands and jumped, trying to get Mr. Shocking to stop.
“What do you mean? The damn things are watered, aren’t they?” Mr. Shocking raised a brow.
“They need their story!” Hanaya-san insisted.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Mr. Shocking asked flatly.
“The Mr. Flowers like it when I read them a story after watering them.” Hanaya-san said in a matter-of-fact tone. “It helps them grow better.”
“...okay, I’m going to go watch TV. Come get me when you want me to put the plants back on the window sill.” Mr. Shocking turned to leave.
“Wait! Wait!” Hanaya-san cried out. “You have to stay here while I read them their story!”
“Why’s that?” Mr. Shocking asked.
“In case I find a word I don’t know how to read.” Hanaya-san explained.
“You’ll be fine.” Mr. Shocking shrugged.
“You promised you’d help me water the flowers!” Hanaya-san protested.
“We did water- oh, fine. Go get a book and we’ll read them a story.” Mr. Shocking conceded, sitting down cross-legged on the ground. He thought the whole ordeal was a hassle, but he wanted to appease his nephew.
Hanaya-san then scampered off, returning a minute later with one of his favorite picture books. He sat down next to Mr. Shocking and opened the book, starting to read to his plants. Whenever Hanaya-san finished a page, he held up the book and showed the pictures to the flowers as though they could see them. Mr. Shocking watched this and couldn’t help but think it was endearing.
Even though Mr. Shocking considered it tedious to take care of the plants, he could tell that it brought Hanaya-san endless joy. For that reason, he couldn’t bring himself to mind helping him all that much. He sat and listened to Hanaya-san read the entire book, staying at Hanaya-san’s side to help with any words that the child couldn’t yet read.
When Hanaya-san finished reading the story, he closed the book and stood up with a satisfied smile.
“Okay, now we can put the Mr. Flowers back up. Well, almost all of them. I always take one of them with me for the day!” Hanaya-san explained.
“That’s right, I do see you carrying these things around all the time.” Mr. Shocking was familiar with the sight of Hanaya-san lugging a flower pot around the house on any given day. “Which one are you going to take with you today?”
“It’s this Mr. Flower’s turn today.” Hanaya-san pointed at a blue pot with a white flower growing out of it. “I take turns hanging out with all the Mr. Flowers because they’re all my friends.”
“It’s good to make time for all of your friends.” Mr. Shocking hummed, putting all of the plants except for one back onto the window sill. He left out the blue pot so that Hanaya-san could take it with him wherever he went. Once everything was where it needed to be, he looked down at his nephew. “We good now?”
“I’m all good! Thanks, Uncle Shocking!” Hanaya-san beamed brightly and expressed his gratitude. He picked up the last flower pot and cradled it in his arms lovingly. “Now all the Mr. Flowers will keep growing!”
“Of course they will; you take such good care of them that I’d be pissed as hell if they didn’t grow for you.” Mr. Shocking said.
“You’re gonna help me water the Mr. Flowers until Granpda Beel gets back, right?” Hanaya-san asked hopefully.
“Yeah, sure, why not? I’ve got nothing better to do, I guess.” Mr. Shocking decided.
Mr. Shocking told himself it was a tedious chore he’d simply have to put up with for a few days, and yet he found himself feeling a bit disappointed when Beelzebub returned and Hanaya-san no longer needed his help. The day that Beelzebub returned, Mr. Shocking sat at the kitchen table while he watched his dad aid Hanaya-san in watering the plants. Mr. Shocking sighed softly and sipped his coffee, feeling silly for getting attached to the task in such a short period of time.
When Beelzebub and Hanaya-san sat down so that Hanaya-san could read his book to the flowers, he looked across the kitchen and saw Mr. Shocking watching them. Hanaya-san paused for a moment, then motioned for Mr. Shocking to approach him.
“You can come listen to the Mr. Flowers’ story time, too!” Hanaya-san called out to his uncle.
“...I mean, I’ve got nothing better to do.” Mr. Shocking pretended as though he had to think about it for a moment, but in truth he was quick to get up and join Beelzebub and Hanaya-san on the kitchen floor. He sat down next to his nephew, unable to hide a smile.
Mr. Shocking would end up making a habit of being in the kitchen when he knew it was time for the plants to be watered.
Putting On The Rouge
Time: 2018, Kei is 14
Ever since Monroe had taught Kei how to put on eyeliner, he’d been wearing it for all of his shows. He’d gotten better at applying it in a short amount of time, and after mastering the smudged look of a pencil liner he was hoping to try a new technique. He remembered Monroe telling him that liquid eyeliner could create sharper and more dramatic lines, and he wanted to test it out now that he felt confident in keeping a steady hand.
Kei was under the impression that Monroe was still home, as she usually didn’t go to work until the evening. He assumed that she would be in her room and decided he would go look for her there. Heading down the hall, he paused outside of his aunt’s door. He knocked out of courtesy, but didn’t end up waiting more than a second to enter anyway due to his excitement. In not waiting for a response, though, he would end up walking in on something that he wasn’t expecting.
There was someone in Monroe’s room, but it wasn’t Monroe. As Kei entered the room, he saw someone else entirely. Sitting at Monroe’s vanity, holding a tube of lipstick in hand, was Kei’s uncle, Mafia. When Mafia heard the door open, he froze in place, holding the uncapped lipstick inches from his face. He dared to look over his shoulder and saw Kei, at which point Mafia abruptly threw the lipstick down onto the table of the vanity and jumped out of his seat.
“Uncle Mafia…?” Kei blinked in surprise, not sure what to make of what he’d just walked in on. It was clear that Mafia had been about to apply the lipstick, but stopped short once he was caught in the act. Kei furrowed his brow and stepped into the room. “What were you doing just now?”
“N-nothing! I wasn’t- I was just- well, I was-” Mafia stumbled over his words, seldom ever in a position where he was flustered. “Look, forget that you saw anything, got it?!”
“Does Aunt Monroe know you’re in here messing with her makeup?” Kei asked curiously.
“No, and you better not fucking tell her.” Mafia hissed in warning.
“If you wanted to try on some of her makeup, I bet she’d be more than happy to let you. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’d love to put it on you.” Kei remarked. “I didn’t know you wanted to wear makeup, though.”
“I don’t! That’s not it or anything… it’s not that I’m interested in wearing makeup, but…” Mafia pursed his lips, trying to think of an explanation.
“But you were about to put on her lipstick, weren’t you?” Kei pointed out.
“So what if I was?!” Mafia snapped.
“So are you interested in wearing makeup?” Kei cocked a brow.
“I already told you, that’s not it!” Mafia sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t think Kei would let the subject go so easily without some sort of explanation, though Mafia hesitated to divulge the details of the situation.
“Then what is it?” Kei asked.
“For fuck’s sake, I just…” Mafia exhaled slowly. “It’s not something I can just explain to someone your age. It’s complicated.”
“I don’t really know what you mean by that.” Kei said, confused. “What’s going on here?”
“You won’t fucking drop it, will you?” Mafia groaned.
“If I don’t drop it, will you explain what’s going on to me?” Kei stood in front of the door, blocking Mafia’s means of escape.
“Christ… okay, look, how do I put this…” Mafia paused, contemplating his next words carefully. “There’s these two guys that I… hang out with. Let’s put it that way. Anyway, I was talking to them the other day and my sister came up. I made the dumb mistake of mentioning that Monroe and I look identical when she’s not all dressed up with her wig and makeup and that got them thinking about what I would look like in makeup. They wouldn’t drop the subject, going on about how much they’d want to see me in makeup while we- er, while we… hang out. I couldn’t get them to fucking let it go, and somehow by the end of the night they coerced me into agreeing to wear makeup in front of them next time I see them. So that’s why… so that’s why I was messing with this shit.”
“Your friends really want to see you in makeup that badly?” Kei thought for a moment, thinking that something didn’t add up. At the very least, the situation seemed weird to him. “Why?”
“They say it’s because they think I’ll look good, but I’m not fucking stupid. I know they just want to embarrass me.” Mafia muttered, scowling.
“What’s embarrassing about a guy wearing makeup? I wear eyeliner to my shows.” Kei pointed out.
“Well… that’s different. Wearing eyeliner on stage for a show isn’t the same as what they want me to do. I mean, I’m a pretty masculine guy. I’ve never been interested in girly shit, not that there’s anything wrong with girl shit. It’s just not what I’m interested in, you know? Sure, guys can wear makeup and stuff, but… manly guys like me typically don’t.” Mafia did his best to explain things to Kei without making it painfully obvious exactly why his ‘friends’ were so keen on making him wear makeup. “This wouldn’t be like if I decided to just wear makeup for the hell of it, it’s more like… fuck, I’m not getting into this with you. Just know that it’s different, okay?”
“Are you worried that if you wear makeup for them you’ll feel like less of a man?” Kei asked point blank.
“That’s- that’s a loaded question, dammit. Like I said, men can wear makeup and shit, but… look, I personally would feel embarrassed to wear makeup and they fucking know that and that’s part of why they want me to do it.” Mafia sighed.
“Then just tell them you won’t do it. If they understand it would make you uncomfortable, then they shouldn’t make you do it. Good friends don’t try to humiliate each other on purpose, you know?” Kei reasoned.
“You’re not fucking getting it- not that I want you to get it.” Mafia grumbled under his breath. He could feel the air growing more awkward the longer the discussion continued, and he was dreading Kei reaching a point where he realized the nature of what was going on. He decided that lying would likely be the best way to get himself out of the hole he’d dug for himself. “Okay, you’re right, then. I’ll tell them I won’t do it, after all. In fact, let’s just forget this whole thing ever happened, okay? Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone and it’ll be like it never happened.”
“Okay, I won’t tell anyone. I still don’t think you should be that embarrassed about it, but if you don’t want anyone to know you were thinking about wearing makeup, then I won’t say anything to the rest of the family.” Kei promised. “If you change your mind, though, I think you’d find out that it’s pretty fun to wear makeup.”
“Oh, I’ll probably find out eventually.” Mafia muttered. “Anyway, I’m getting out of here before Monroe gets back. I don’t want to have to explain myself to anyone else, dammit.”
Mafia then hurried to get past Kei and leave the room, rushing down the hallway and out of sight. He prayed that Kei would keep his word and avoid letting anyone else know what he’d seen. Kei was left alone in Monroe’s room, perplexed about the entire exchange he’d just had with his uncle. He thought that something strange was afoot, but he resolved not to overthink it since the matter seemed more or less settled. Kei would continue to go about his day, soon forgetting about the interaction with Mafia altogether.
Somehow, Kei’s innocence had remained intact as he managed to avoid discovering the concept of humiliation as a sexual kink. It would be a few more years before he would ever end up thinking about such things.
Mafia, on the other hand, would be becoming very familiar with the concept the next time he paid a visit to Dealer and Jeweler.