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Magni liked feeling pretty. He did this for himself, first and foremost: it was rewarding to see the fruits of his labor pay off, when greeted with flawless skin after following his usual skincare routine. Altare liking his efforts and how pretty he is was just an added bonus.
At least, that's what he told himself, as he checked his reflection in the mirror one more time. Magni knew he looked good, and he felt good too. He just so happened to also be wearing a maid dress.
A maid dress with a very open back, the front of the dress held up by a bow tied around his neck, leaving his arms and shoulders exposed. The dress reached just past his mid-thigh, multiple layers of skirt giving the signature maid dress ruffles and volume, and hidden beneath it all was his favorite lingerie. For Altare to find, though on the off-chance he wasn't in the mood, Magni would take matters into his own hands. With the dildo he had hidden in the bathroom. To treat himself.
Along with a frilly headdress, he was also wearing floral-patterned, thigh-high stockings, connected to a garter belt, and heels to complete the look.
In any case, after making sure his appearance was immaculate, Magni busied himself again with cleaning their room. After all, he had lost, fair and square, when Altare had spontaneously challenged him to see who would defeat the most monsters on their last quest, with the loser having to clean their shared room this week.
Okay, Magni knew that considering the state of his lab, most people didn't think he was the neatest, most organized member of the guild. But he did like to make sure his living spaces were clean, even if he only cleaned his lab when he really had to. So it isn't like he hates cleaning, or anything, but if he had to clean their room as a punishment, he might as well get some fun out of it. And what could be more fun than wearing a maid dress to seduce his boyfriend with?
There shouldn't be too much work for Altare to attend to today - Magni had made sure of that. He had even told Altare, earlier, to leave room in his schedule today. So in the meantime, Magni figured he should get most of the cleaning done, if his plan to get Altare to jump him succeeds. And if it doesn't, at least the room gets cleaned.
In what felt like no time at all, Magni was almost done tidying up the place when he heard Altare call out, "Hey, Dez, I'm back!" as he opened the door.
Subconsciously holding his breath, Magni turns to see Altare, seemingly rooted to the spot in the doorway, before blindly reaching to close the door behind him, gaze transfixed on Magni. As Magni scans Altare's expression, he relaxes a little as he sees the faint flush on Altare's cheeks, pupils dilated: Altare was interested. Of course, who wouldn't be interested? Magni just needed to make sure.
Magni lifts the hem of the dress in a mock curtsey, making sure to give Altare a good eyeful of the garter belt over his upper thighs as he says, "Welcome home, master," in his best (worst) maid impression.
"I'm home," Altare says almost automatically in response, eyes still following where the dress had already settled back over Magni's legs. He wonders if his boyfriend had short-circuited, considering how Altare was still hovering near the door instead of making himself at home like he usually would have, by now. But Magni also wonders how much he could tease Altare like this before he finally bends him over the nearest surface.
"Why don't you make yourself at home? I just have a bit more cleaning to do," Magni says as he drops to a low squat to pick up the feather duster by his feet, straightening back up slowly with a sway of his hips.
"Oh, is that how you want to do this?" Altare asks, slightly muffled by the hand he'd brought to his face. While his hand covered the darkening blush on his cheeks, they did nothing to hide the intensity of his gaze. A thrill ran down Magni's spine as he basked in having full command over Altare's attention.
Magni leans over to dust the shelf in front of him, making sure to give Altare an angle that showed a hint of the lingerie he was wearing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Altare sucks in a breath, closing his eyes briefly to keep his composure before making his way to the bed. He takes a seat and says, "Okay, I'll let you finish cleaning then."
"Oh, I will," Magni replies, lifting a leg unnecessarily just to tease Altare some more. If Altare was going to hold back, Magni was just going to have to try harder to seduce him, playing along with this little game of seeing who would crack first.
Internally, Magni patted himself on the back for having the foresight to have most of the room cleaned before Altare's return. After all, as fun as it was to show off, he was also getting a bit impatient, anticipation welling up inside him every time he met Altare's gaze.
To a certain extent, Altare's patience was both surprising and yet also not surprising - after all, Magni had seen him fish for hours, and also methodically clear out an entire dungeon just trying to get a rare drop. But if Magni had to guess, judging from the look on Altare's face, Altare was probably counting on Magni to snap first, all too aware of how much Magni wanted this, too.
He had one last thing to do. Magni grabbed the spare towels he'd prepared and approached the bed. After all, he'd just washed these sheets, no reason to have to wash them again.
Altare, understanding what Magni was doing, had shifted out of the way for Magni to arrange towels over the bed before settling back down again. Until Magni reached across Altare's lap with the last towel, purposefully taking care to brush against Altare's crotch, gratified to feel Altare was just as turned on as he was.
At that, Altare cages Magni in his arms, pulling Magni up against him.
"Oh, do you not want me to clean anymore?" Magni asks, putting on an expression of mock innocence.
"It's clean enough. And I've had enough," Altare says, before pulling him into a kiss.
Magni relaxes into Altare's embrace, kissing back in kind before pulling back to say, "And what does the young master want? I'm but a humble maid…" Magni trails off, as he cups his hand over Altare's cheek and leans back in.
He could feel Altare's grip tighten over his waist.
"I like watching you work hard for me," Altare says as he pulls Magni fully onto his lap, grinding up into him briefly, before continuing, "so how about you ride me today?"
Magni grinds down in response, grinning when he hears Altare let out a small gasp at his movements. And then Altare leans closer to his ear to say, "But you can't come until I say you can."
Well. Magni wasn't one to back down from a challenge like this. But knowing Altare's stamina next to his… Magni swallowed. That being said, it was still a little embarrassing how quickly he agreed - though maybe not surprising considering how long he'd been on edge.
At least he knew he wasn't alone there: he could tell Altare was just barely holding back, himself. But Magni had to admit that in a test of patience, Altare would probably beat him. It was a part of what made him such a great leader, after all.
Then again, that was what made it so fun to test Altare's limits, when it came to things like this. Making Altare lose his composure and give into his more primal urges always gave him a bit of a power trip. A very inconsequential power trip, considering the extent of that power, but a mini power trip nonetheless.
Altare's hands had shifted to running along the garter belt underneath the dress, pulling at the straps before letting the fabric snap back against his thighs. Before Altare's fingers could drift further along the edge of his lingerie, Magni brought a hand down to stop him.
"Hold on. I'm not letting you rip these like you did last time."
Altare pouts up at him, but moves to lift up the hem of the maid dress instead. "I mean, I'm the one who bought them for you…"
"That's why I don't want these to tear," Magni says, as he tugs the lingerie off himself. If he had been less turned on, maybe he would have spared a thought to be embarrassed at how damp the fabric had gotten, but as it was, Magni was more interested in getting Altare's pants off as soon as possible. Altare grabs the lube, and lifts his hips to help make it easier for Magni to pull his pants off.
Besides being able to see the way that Altare was already at full hardness, veins visible - just the way he liked it - Magni was also pleased to feel Altare's hands tighten over his thighs as he repositioned himself over Altare's bare legs again.
Though Magni was sure he was still loose enough from earlier, he let Altare finger him briefly, knowing he always liked checking to make sure Magni was ready. Or maybe Altare just liked how it felt, as he's alluded to on more than one occasion.
Magni swallows back a moan, caught off-guard at how the slightest brush against his prostate had shot such a sharp jolt of pleasure up his spine.
"If you're this sensitive now, are you going to be able to hold on?" Altare teases, as he removes his fingers and sits back. Magni takes some lube before reaching for Altare's cock, giving it a few pumps to make sure he was wet enough.
"Look who's talking," Magni retorts lightly, as Altare hisses at the stimulation.
Deeming them both ready, Magni held Altare's cock, running a thumb appreciatively over the vein before he sank down on it with a sigh. He'd been waiting for this all day. Magni gave himself a moment to readjust to the weight of Altare's length inside of him before he starts to lift himself up, then letting gravity drop him back down again.
Now, Magni likes riding. As much as he enjoys letting Altare have his way with him, sometimes it was still nice to get to set the pace, and have Altare's pleasure be under his control. And despite what Altare might say, Magni knew that objectively speaking, he wasn't the best at twerking - though he did know how to have fun with it and show off his assets. But he did think all his practice twerking probably contributed to his dick riding skills.
Knowing he had to try and last, Magni had consciously made sure to angle himself in a way that wouldn't drive him over the edge too quickly. Instead, as he rolled his hips, Magni focused on the flush on Altare's cheeks, lidded eyes roaming across his body and hands gripping his waist, helping him stay balanced.
But being the sole recipient of Altare's undivided attention was starting to make his knees feel weak. Or maybe it was because of the way Altare had started to thrust his hips up to meet his, slowly but surely taking over the pace and angle Magni had set.
At some point - Magni hadn't noticed when - Altare had also started holding the hem of the skirt up, fabric bunched up underneath his hands, over his waist. He hadn't really felt any difference given how soft the dress material was, but it seemed like Altare was enjoying the view, as he started to drive his hips into him with more and more force, using his grip around his waist to pull him down to meet every thrust.
"Altare," Magni gasps, "I'm getting close-"
"Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"But-" Magni lets out a keening wail as Altare angles himself to press directly along his sweet spot. "You're- you're doing this on purpose," he whines, blinking back tears as he tried to keep himself together.
Instead of replying, Altare continues to rock his hips into him as Magni's knees give out, pleasure washing over him as Altare targets where he knew would make Magni fall apart.
Between whines, Magni manages to get out that he was going to come. He thinks, anyway, unsure of how coherent he's being right now.
"Okay, if you want to come, you can. But I won't stop." Altare accents this with yet another well-aimed thrust.
Magni feels as if his whole body seizes up, distantly aware that he must be shaking in Altare's arms, as white-hot pleasure overtakes him. The only other thought he has is surprise at how quickly he came.
By the time Magni comes back around, he finds that he's now on his back, Altare's hands behind his knees and pressing down toward the bed, keeping his legs spread apart as Altare sucked marks into his inner thighs.
Despite what Altare had said, earlier, he was still giving Magni a brief reprieve, choosing to kiss and bite at his thighs instead of directly fucking him into oversensitivity. Though they both knew he could handle it if he did - installing his cybernetic arms had fucked up his nerves, and sometimes Magni just craved that sort of pain mixed with pleasure - Altare seemed to take mercy on him today. Or maybe he just wanted to see his marked up thighs framed by the maid dress; Magni wouldn't be surprised if Altare was into that.
He has a moment to think, briefly, of how much of a hassle it'll probably be to clean this dress after, but that's soon forgotten under the much bigger issue of how quickly he was being turned on by this. Magni thinks he might be a little too into being spread open and folded into the mattress, like he was helpless to be anything but how Altare wanted him: legs held apart, knees pressed toward the bed, and barely even able to move his hips.
By the time Altare had pulled back, leaving one last kiss on his inner thighs, Magni felt more than ready for Altare to enter him again.
"Didn't you say you weren't going to stop?"
Altare still manages to look bemused, flushed as he was. "You're so needy, Dez."
"And whose fault is that?" Magni cants his hips upward as best as he could, but mostly just ended up shaking his ass a little.
"I mean," Altare repositions himself over him again, before continuing, "what I'm doing right now doesn't change how needy you are."
"What the-" Magni starts, before Altare slams back inside and Magni cuts himself off with a moan.
In this position, as Altare sets a fast pace, Magni could only lie there and take it, hips trapped between Altare and the mattress. Magni wanted it, to be fair, but it was also a little too good for him to handle. At the same time, Magni wouldn't want it any other way, either.
He was quickly losing all semblance of coherent thought besides how every push and pull of Altare's length inside of him felt amplified with how sensitive he felt after having already come once. That, and the way Altare had shifted so he could lean even closer to him, pressing his mouth to his neck as he continued to drive his hips into Magni.
Each drag of Altare's cock against his abused sweet spot brought him closer and closer to the edge, but Magni could tell by the way Altare's pace was growing more and more erratic that neither of them were going to last long at this point.
Magni finds himself reaching out blindly for whatever he could hold on to as he comes again, vision whiting out and locking his limbs briefly around Altare, who'd continued to fuck him through his orgasm before eventually stilling deep inside of him, coming with a groan, and finally collapsing on top of him.
As Magni comes back to his senses, he loosens his limbs from their grip around Altare's body and relaxes into the bed. Catching his breath, he becomes distinctly aware of how… gross he felt, covered in various fluids as he was.
"Altare. Help me take this off," Magni says, wincing a little at how hoarse his voice felt as he nudges Altare's side with his leg. Altare hadn't moved from where he was, cheek pillowed on Magni's chest, as if Magni were his own personal body pillow.
"Hm?" Altare pushes himself up onto one elbow and blinks down at him. "But you look good like this."
Magni feels heat rise to his cheeks. "Yeah, but I feel gross. And in need of a shower."
"Okay, okay," Altare says as he moves to help Magni pull the maid dress off.
Once the maid dress was off and put aside, Magni said, "I take it you liked the maid dress, then."
"What do you think?" Altare grinned at him. "Maybe I should get the special maid cleaning service more often…"
"Clean me up first and then maybe we'll talk."