bakerstreet | taken from a prompt on rpanons

taken from a prompt on rpanons

TRAPPED TOGETHER
a fuck or die smut meme

You don't remember falling asleep, but now you're waking up, and it's nowhere familiar. The room is white from top to bottom, clean and sterile. There is no visible door or other means of escape. Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling provide the only light.

The room is mostly empty, but not entirely. A large monitor sits recessed into the wall opposite you. A chest of drawers sits on the wall to your left, and a closet in the wall to your right. You are sitting on a large, white bed, and you are not alone. Do you know this person? Are they a friend, an enemy, a lover? Or are they a complete stranger, someone you've never met before in your life. There is a strange collar around their neck, and with a start, you realize you have one on around your throat as well. Try as you might, you cannot remove it.

Whatever the case, the person you are stuck with is awakening as well, but before you two have time to so much as introduce yourselves, the monitor comes to life, and text appears on the screen.

YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE.
THE GAMES WILL NOW BEGIN.
DO AS YOU ARE TOLD AND YOU WILL LEAVE ALIVE.
ONCE WE'RE DONE WITH YOU, THAT IS.
IGNORE YOUR ORDERS AND DIE.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CHEAT. WE WILL KNOW.
AND PLEASE, TRY TO HAVE FUN.

The message remains for a minute, just to make sure you both have time to read it, before fading away. Moments later, your first orders appear. Ignore them, and your collars will begin to constrict until you comply. Finish, and new orders will eventually appear. Between the chest of drawers and the closet beside the bed, everything you need is provided to you to perform, including toys, tools, special medications of various effects, and even food and drink.

Is your collar getting tighter? Better get busy. Remember, they're watching.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character information and preferences in the subject, as usual.
OOC communication is extremely important in this meme, the orders your characters are given are determined between the two of you. They can be tame, or they can be extreme. Plan out what you want to play ahead of time, or surprise each other, just get a feel for what each of you want! Leaving a kinks list and/or an example of what kind of orders you like in your comment is a terrific idea.
Keep on going as long as you please! If you really want, your characters can escape after a single smooch, or they can be going at it all day long.

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[ There's something weird about the boy's movements. They fit better with what he's wearing than what Miyuki knows he is — a thirteen-year-old boy. But that just goes along with the heels, with his reaction to Miyuki's failure of a joke. For whatever reason, the boy is familiar with wearing girls' clothing.

It's an odd observation, to be sure, but one he doesn't dwell on. More striking is the "We" Alois says, and it echoes in his absence. Miyuki is inclined to disagree, not seeing how it could have been the younger boy's fault at all. He even tried to remind him of his own underwear and Miyuki just brushed him off. Still, the sentiment makes him feel... less older, somehow.

Definitely better than the way being dressed like this makes him feel. He wants to say: with some maneuvering he can probably get his own underwear off himself, at least, and spare them both that. But he can't. ]

... Let's do it like the pants. [ They got through that without too much difficulty, and maybe equating it to that will somehow make the difference between stripping off pants and underwear disappear. ] I'll sit so you can get these off my feet, and stand so you can pull the new ones up.

[ Miyuki gets his feet on the floor, bending forward more than usual to stand up for him first. Mouth drawn in a line, he lifts his arms and looks aside again. But he watches the boy out the corner of his eye. ]

[It takes Alois what feels, and so must seem, considerably longer to make his legs move forward. There's a dark pressure on his chest, as he stands clutching the new underwear, and he stares for some time at the floor. He's spared from any harm, since at this point, it's more a matter of working up his nerve than outright refusal.

He's thinking things to himself like: It's just getting him dressed—but it isn't at all comparable to clothing a five-year-old. Miyuki is of masculine shape. Miyuki who was sickened by Alois touching him. A boy who's only other previous experience with intended touching caused blood to turn hotter. And despite this having been a healthy reaction, Alois' sense of self, his lack of experience with normal people, have left him hinged on that ability to warm someone. It is true that it should be a nonissue presently, but other than Father's initial distaste for him, the beating, and then the beatings when Alois stepped over lines for fun to make him furious, he hasn't experienced such blatant resentment. He won't see Miyuki again, and still he thinks, What's wrong with me? Am I not good enough? Is it because he can tell I'm ruined? Because I'm bad?

What if he accidentally bumps against him. And then there's the matter of how snugly boxer-briefs seem to sit. Surely he noticed to some degree when he stretched the band back before, but he hadn't really given it proper thought. It's receiving proper thought now when he'll have to take it all the way to ankles and off of feet. His stomach is beginning to ache when he thinks about how he doesn't want to touch, accidentally or not, someone who doesn't want to be touched: it is too painful, too close to home.

But perhaps he can stretch the band wide enough. He feels like he's moving lead to make that first step the few it'll take to reach the older boy. He drops new pair on the side of the bed, expression and eyes a mixture of nervous and blank, and if his movements appear slow it's because he's rigid. Fingers extend to let his thumbs take hold of the band, and he stops just before—]

I don't know if I can do it without touching your side, [he warns, in flimsy voice. His line of sight is glued to Miyuki's chest, but more as though he's looking, or trying to look, through him. Firmly attached, yet trying to detach all the same. He's having to fight himself harder with each passing moment to stay in this reality with him. He wants to abandon Miyuki and his own body and the monitor and go to some place unreachable by anyone else. He wants to hide.]

[ He watches and waits without a word to hurry the boy along. The reluctant delay is normal, expected, and apparently not enough to have tipped into outright refusal of their objective. Miyuki still feels that it's his fault the younger boy has to do this, anyway, and isn't about to fault him for his hesitance.

Even when he can feel that slightest pressure of fingers through fabric as surely as some iron grip, when he'd much rather the bandaid be ripped off than left hanging just before the moment he knows is coming, Miyuki does not push him.

But Alois' warning pulls him out of it. The boy may not be looking at him, but Miyuki had been watching him and now turns his head forward. Is that really what he's worrying about? Does he himself look so fragile... ? ]

... You say that like you're gonna burn me.

[ Though not a full smile, the small tug up of the corner of his mouth is slipped into his tone, encouraging. ]

C'mon, I can handle a little tickle.

[A breath is let, but no tension follows. He pinches band between thumbs and knuckles of pointers, once Miyuki's given the go ahead, and sure enough there's only the briefest brushing of thumbs against hips as he finally begins to pull the boxer-briefs down.

He can only get so far standing though. Partially, he freezes again, and there's a cautionary pressure to his throat, but the collar doesn't clench entirely for once he feels it, he adamantly thinks that he'll do it. From anxiously slow to anxiously quick, thoughtlessly, in a desperate need to end this for both of them, he drops hard onto his knees, tugging underwear along with him. They're at the older boy's ankles now, and quivering, eyes widened in the effort to stay focused anywhere but the intimate obvious, he stands just as abruptly.]

Sit, [a wisp.] S- sit, [an effort to be firmer, but is a squeak all that firm?]

[ Despite his words before, Miyuki feels those barest brushes of Alois' fingers searing tiny marks into his skin, leaving lingering warmth he's sure he could point out and map in his outwardly unblemished legs. Still, the other boy is moving too slow until he's stopping,, too close when Miyuki is like this, and he wonders if he has to intervene.

Though doesn't wonder long. Alois draws the underwear and himself down in one movement, and it all happens fast enough that Miyuki isn't breathing until the end. When they're both standing again, and he finally exhales as the younger boy says something.

He treats that command as though it were like a command at all, obligingly doing that sit-fall movement again but with less self-consciousness this time. He is too focused on the other boy for that. Though Miyuki doesn't say anything, he eyes him keenly, wondering what it is the other boy needs. Whether it'd be better to stay silent and let him give orders, to give them himself, or perhaps just make a joke.

And though he's preoccupied with this, still he feels his naked body and a reluctance to lift his legs for the younger boy. Miyuki settles on leaning his joined hands into the bed beside the thigh nearest Alois, bringing both bent legs up onto the edge of the mattress so one is on top of the other and his knees are both pointed vaguely toward the corner of the bed. A weird, feminine position he'd prefer not to have to keep his body in for too long, but one that is modest (for the other boy's sake) and leaves his feet, ankles, and underwear hanging off the side of the bed for Alois. He looks to him for confirmation that it's alright. ]

[Alois waits and watches, blinking at Miyuki's expression once he's settled, glimpsing at how he holds himself on the bed once more. He looks pitiful really, and it's almost a shame that they're in this dire circumstance, because if things were safe for them, Alois would just laugh at him. Maybe push him off the bed, dare him to get back up, and keep pushing him. That sort of playful, bullying whim doesn't come to find him, though. He only feels uneasily sympathetic.

He removes the dangling underwear, instantly dropping them to the floor, then reaches for the newer pair. An apologetic and partly cautioning glance is given to the older boy, and he begins to draw new pair up. Only a little up calves, not far, knowing they'll slip by the time he's standing again, but this is at least to get them started. He takes a step back to give him room.

And after a considering moment, having now seen him nearly collapse twice—] I could help lift you? [an offer and asking him both.]

[ His eyes drop from the other boy's pitying look to his hands slipping the underwear on. It's probably warranted, given what he knows he looks like, and his feelings of discomfort only helping that image along. Eager to move again and get dressed, Miyuki starts as soon as Alois gives him space, but pauses at the question with refusal on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't want any more reminder of how vulnerable he is right now, and yet... the younger boy isn't offering as a way to point this out but to help, genuinely. Or at least it seems so. ]

Thanks [ he means it, sincere rather than dismissive even as he turns the offer down, ], I think I got it.

[ Standing doesn't look as funny as sitting, the only difference being the more exaggerated way he leans forward initially. You don't notice the little things until they're gone. Like the balance and push that his arm muscles would have given in such a simple movement, that which his stomach and leg muscles have to compensate for to achieve the same. Just a small difference, but one that feels too big.

With feet firmly on the floor, he knows what comes next now. What makes him want to step away before letting someone that intimately close. It's only worse and more uncomfortable when he knows what he does about that someone. Is there any way to make it easier, for either of them? He doesn't see one. The one thing he can say for certain is that he's learned his lesson and so, that's what he tells the other boy. ]

I can't stop whatever that thing tells us to do from being weird, but I promise not to make another stupid mistake like that.

[ If they can avoid the worst of it coming down upon them, then he'll do everything he can to. He'll be more careful from now on — Miyuki lifts his eyes to Alois with this in mind, breaking the gravity with a quirk of his lips. ]

You be careful too, okay?

[There's sure to be no denying that the younger of the two first looks alarmed to hear this.

You be careful, too. What does this insinuate? He feels nervous, and doubtful, and distrustful in a similar way to whenever Hannah's entered the room. It's not her terrifying warmth, motherly and well-meaning and better than he deserves, but it's solicitous of his well-being. He evaporates in his own eyes, which don't quite look at Miyuki or small curve of his lips, outside of that initial, wary surprise.

He's sinking to the floor to carry on with their ordered task, and part way down it dawns on him that he didn't react as he ought to, and so, cast toward the floor, he gives Miyuki a belated, moth-at-a-lamp light of a smile. From here, pulling boxer-briefs up, he's like a small robot. He has to be, see, the truth is that Miyuki's terribly attractive.

The things they've done up until now are not the sort of things he thinks about on his own, he can't be bothered, but he'd claim, since he's ruined, when presented with someone sculpted this nicely, he's struck by annoying, sinful flickers. If their hands weren't being forced, if Miyuki hadn't already made his disinterest obvious, Alois would turn himself to bait and try to tempt and tempt him. He'd know how far down or up to make his eyelashes go, and would find every excuse to touch him, and sigh too much; all the miniature nuances that make men wonder about the falsely-innocent in a different way. He's already tried this, intending to feel on even ground with him, a hopeless effort to help them both make-believe, which is a sanctuary that makes the worst things bearable.

It's not as if he needs to do anymore outside of getting the boxer-briefs on, but he knows he'll have to touch him, and he knows Miyuki will feel like his stomach is eating itself. This kind of feeling makes him think of Trancy or any of the men he shared him with hovering above him. It makes him think of the time before Jim found Claude, and sat under the house, with the driest eyes, amid a collection of boys who wept on each other. Alois only has to get underwear on, and he knows just that amount of touching, even if it's quick, will put Miyuki closer to feeling like those other children (who, when the house came to be his own, he let free), to feeling like himself. And if all of this keeps up, Alois will ruin Miyuki, will send him back home to harbor the same kind of incurable self-loathing he himself does now.

A malfunctioning robot, might be a better way to put it. Since he does intend to carry it all out soullessly and without feeling, but this awareness haunts him, and he does get the boxer-briefs up to hips, but he's shaking badly, and it's such a simple thing: get him nicely tucked and situated. It's simple, but still his hands are clumsy, still he isn't sure what he's looking at, his own hands, or Claude on a spiderweb, or another boy weeping with a kind of anguish at one point he never thought himself capable of again. This is why coming onto people is safest. He gets to control everything that's happening, but this is different: having to avoid it, knowing he hates it, this closeness, knowing how an unwanted closeness kills a person forever.

It's over. The boxer-briefs are on. Somehow he's able to tell. He means to ask, if he thinks it wants him to help him get trousers back on, too, but he erupts into gasping sobs.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[ While admitting to mistakes is not something Miyuki does or has to do every day, nagging those he sees under his charge comes easily to him. Sometimes they need it, sometimes he finds out they don't. And either way, sometimes it's enough to annoy them and entertain Miyuki.

But there is no silent, deliberate ignoring of his words, as Furuya might have done. No loud biting back, like Sawamura. Not even grudging but mature acceptance, like the older Tanba might have fallen to, back when his resentment toward Miyuki still lingered. Near immediately, it's apparent he's said the wrong thing, and that weak smile he's given is too little, and far too late to hide it.

Miyuki is reminded again that though it feels like he knows too much about the younger boy, he hardly knows anything at all. Certainly not enough to see the complex system of wires going on underneath the surface. Alois is unlike any boy he knows back home, and must work by trial and error to find out how to control him when he needs to — and it seems he does need to.

When fingertips are brushing up his leg once more, they leave similar short trails as before, but their heat is dimmed, body desensitized. And attention diverted, besides, in dread. The empty, mechanical thing the other boy's become cannot hold what he is, and Miyuki sees his body trembling, ready to break.

He is allowed to take over from here, apparently, as the unstoppable pull between the wrist cuffs all at once dies, just as Alois finally bursts. Miyuki doesn't know what to do, again, and he can feel a mix of emotions bubbling up. Alarm, annoyance, sympathy. He told him it's not his fault, he knows this is terrible, and does the younger boy know, seeing him cry now tugs at something much higher than Miyuki's stomach?

He drops his newly separated hands heavy upon Alois' shoulders, shaking just once, before staring him down with punctuated words. ]

Why? What are you sorry for?

[ Do the apologies mean anything? ]

[He's rigid under the weight of Miyuki's hands, shoulders unrelentingly locked into place. Huffing little breaths amid the sobbing (yes, sobbing, it comes and comes) against knuckles to a hand tightly clutched by the other. As annoying as it is, as difficult as it must be to understand where it stems from, he seems incapable of ceasing a barrage of apologies for a minute or so longer. For sometime, he has difficulty getting a hold of himself long enough to elaborate, but, hiccuped and pushed out in his guilt-ridden breathlessness:]

I don't— I d-don't want to ruin you.

[The monitor has no interest in kindly waiting for the youngest of the two boys to get through his adamant self-blaming. Even before he manages to make it to this admission, it's already prepared additional instructions:

YOU'RE NEARLY FINISHED.
BUT DO BOXERS REALLY GO WITH A DRESS?
PICK SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE TO CONTINUE.]

[ His fingers curl into the other boy's shoulder slightly, and he almost gives up on gleaning anything substantial from him. Miyuki doesn't want to hear empty apologies with nothing behind them or in front of them, and if the younger boy can voice his meaning, then maybe Miyuki can assuage his worries.

Except he has no idea what to make of it when Alois tells him that. The implication is a shock; it's a similar thought that causes the disquiet when he's been urged toward the other boy in the way he has been. Alois is young, large eyes and fair features making him look so innocent. He shouldn't be made to do what he's not ready for, and Miyuki doesn't want to be the instrument used to inflict it upon him.

Though he's learned, Alois already has been made to do things before Miyuki ever touched him. Before anything in this room. It starts to form, then, as he thinks perhaps the other boy is referring to what the monitor's making him do. How Miyuki has been made to feel vulnerable and violated, and he wants to say it's not Alois' fault, a million times. He wants to think, too, that he's resilient enough not to be ruined by something like this.

But even if it isn't Alois' fault, Miyuki remembers how he felt upon waking up here. He'll remember it even if they manage to escape from this hell hole (when. when they escape), and with the relatively lighter orders they've been given since then, he knows their captor is fully capable of making things worse at any point. Maybe he will be ruined. The same way he realizes... Alois thinks he himself has been ruined.

His hands loosen and slide down to the sides of the younger boy's upper arms, holding him like that, focused solely on him with not even a blink spared for the monitor and its changing face. ]

I'd have to have a pretty sensitive ego for a little embarrassment to ruin me.

[ He sounds wry, but confident. That's the one thing you need to really sell what you're faking, you know, and he's had loads of practice at it. To the point where it's so easy to slip back into closing up, hiding the weakness and insecurity. ]

... I'm going to do what I have to, and so are you. Okay?

[ In less pretty terms, that's what being careful means for them. Miyuki stays for a long moment, but whether the younger boy will look at him and agree or not, he eventually leaves with a pat to his arm.

Alois doesn't need to worry about someone willing to do what he has to to survive, including what he already has done to him. Miyuki doesn't want him to. He learned back when he was a little runt how to ward that attention off and not let anyone see how it hurt. Mentally, he chastises himself for letting their captor get to him to such an extent, for even a moment letting the other boy see him bleed.

He goes for his pants and starts to tug them on while turned away, though ends up glancing too long at the monitor and happens to read it, scowling to himself where the other boy can't see. One thing on top of another... but he meant what he said. He'll do it, and delaying while not refusing doesn't seem to trigger the collar, luckily. He's reluctant to go ahead without giving Alois time to calm himself and meanwhile, Miyuki can straighten out his clothes as he ponders over how to go about it. ]

[Although it may seem impossible for him to become any more tense than he already is, he does when hands relocate to the sides of his arms, not immediately understanding, expecting him to shake him again. It's not as if Miyuki's irritation, even if not full blown, was hidden from him. A demand for explanation alone is almost wearing. Claude's never asked him, only coddled; found covert ways, some of the time, to make it worse so he could establish himself as the child's sole source of comfort. In fact, though this is unknown to Alois himself, Claude's worsened him than his history alone, planting nightmares to make his neediness and dependency grow. Who else is he going to call out for in a house as big as that all alone?

But no shaking follows. He's trying to reassure him, and damp-eyed thing does peek up at him to see his glowing confidence. He doesn't feel wholly comforted, not that this is Miyuki's responsibility, but he knows he's not able, even in much less stressful settings, to sometimes stop the crushing thing that lives inside him from yanking the sobs out, inexplicable to even himself. Fits, because sometimes the act of being, existing, alone is too much for him. If he hasn't yet, he's bound to burn up Miyuki's patience.

Alois does not have enough experience with people to be able to tell that what Miyuki presents might not be the truth—he believes what he's showing him, in other words, and may feel a little pang of jealousy at the idea that Miyuki's strong enough to be impervious to ruin. Or if he isn't, then that he has enough confidence to probably not end up irrevocably damaged. With wrist pressed against his mouth, already in the middle of attempting control of his respiration he does gaze at him with his pinkened and water-logged eyes, and a kind of uneasy admiration.

He doesn't say anything yet. Not in reply before the pat, or after. Crying with all of yourself is tiring, and it's not exactly as if he feels completely better about the prospect of Miyuki suffering a fate like his, but he was able to answer. This alone feels like a scaled mountain, and he hasn't it in him to do anything but collect himself for a few moments longer. He's really the worst kind of child: causing Miyuki to think he ought to comfort him when it was Miyuki who was in such a compromising state. The guilt stays. He's a sniffling, deep-breath-taking, unmoving, and unfocused shadow of a child for a bit longer, until finally he's quietened.

It takes him much longer to finally look up at the monitor, and he guesses he should feel surprised, but again, all that weeping has subdued him for a little while from any urgent emotions.]

It means girls', doesn't it? [he asks where wall meets floor beneath the screen. He's worn girls' undergarments before, but they're also much longer. The length of this skirt would be enough to cover them, but after what Miyuki's shown him to be mens' underpants, he's sure they won't find anything like that.

Miyuki must think him so repulsive and strange, like he was anticipating this, or something.]

If I knew, I wouldn't have agreed, okay? [Please, understand.] I was just trying to tease you a bit.

[ In that time, Miyuki's sat back on the bed to get his shoes on again, just in case, and stood once more. He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt idly, pulling at one to eye the shackle fit so snug around his wrist. If their captor can bind their wrists like that... then it's likely the same for their ankles. And are there other functions to them, or still other ways their captor can manipulate the room?

Miyuki is broken out of his thoughts as Alois starts to speak. He doesn't seem too scandalized by the prompt's implication, which the older boy supposes is a good thing. He laughs shortly at the admission — ]

You sure showed me~ [ But no, that's a bit too harsh. Alois can find it in him to be honest, so Miyuki confesses in kind: ]

If I knew you'd agree to wear it, I wouldn't have picked the dress in the first place.

[ But they can't change their decisions now, apparently. He offers a shrug as he heads for the closet again. ]

Guess we helped shoot each other in the foot.

[ Alois, because he's now stuck in girls' clothes for however long. Miyuki... because he's stuck with Alois who is wearing those clothes. They fit him far too well and at the very least, Miyuki can recognize that he looks cute in them. A fact that manages to come back to him in the quiet moments, when he's not focused on more pressing matters. ]

Over here. [ Beckoning, kneeling down by the squat drawers again. ] These probably aren't what you're used to either... [ He definitely wants Alois to see before shocking him with what modern women's underwear looks like. Because if he thought the men's was scanty... Miyuki opens the bottom and draw and, just as he'd thought, it contains a colorful array of different styles of women's undergarments. ]

[Alois follows at his calling, taking care once more with the dress to kneel at the opposite corner of the squat drawers with him. He glances up to Miyuki at his cautioning, and when he pulls the drawer open, a startled gasp leaps out of the younger boy beside him. He isn't really sure what to make of what he's looking at.

There's certainly more designs than the mens' seems to have. Slowly, his gaze edges back up to his fellow captive in disbelief, is he certain, they ask. But finally he dares to pull free whichever pair his hands land on first, some turquoise cheekies, and he stretches them a bit before dropping them. Something lacy is lifted from the collection to reveal itself to be a pair of thongs, and Alois declares:]

This is a slingshot. All right? What woman is wearing this. [Rhetoric. He doesn't want to know. He's all skepticism at first, digging through, but his venturing gives way to nearly private admiration. That is, he's discovering cute colors and prints, and he even starts to slip out another pair of cheekies, with little cheeries speckled on them, piping—]

These are so char— [mouth hanging open for a half-second, he drops them promptly.] Odd. Hahaha. Girls are odd. The things they'll wear.

[The boy in girls' clothes says, forcing laughter while he digs his grave.]

[ His eyebrows raise as Alois is so easily able to pick a pair up to inspect, practically disappearing into his bangs when he lifts up the thong. It's an odd image, the boy in the girly dress and shoes rifling through such racy things. For... certain definitions of "odd".

Not the one the other boy tries to employ. Miyuki's snickers at the slingshot are quieting down when Alois so subtly corrects himself, and it is too much for the older boy not to linger on. ]

Yeah. But I think part of why they wear them is because they know what it does to guys.

[ He's not immune. There is something in him that makes him a little reluctant to actually touch the underwear. Miyuki's got less shame than a lot of teenage boys, and that keeps him from being a flustered pink mess that he's sure some of his peers would be at the mere sight of a drawer of ladies' unmentionables. But he is only human.

It is the objective of teasing someone else that saves him, when Miyuki shifts his hand on the floor to lean over a bit and take up that patterned pair of underwear between his fingers. He glances sidelong to the younger boy, eyebrow cocked, ]

You don't think these are cute?

[It's the same reason he's learned to favor the choice in clothes he has: what it does to guys. Granted, these are vile and despicable men, not sound or healthy ones, monsters, but he'd like to think he could make anyone hungry for him. A strange sort of armor that he's accustomed himself to.

Modern womens' underwear is a whole new breed. More intense than even corsets. Alois watches Miyuki pick up the pair he was holding a moment before, and he stares at them, blinking to Miyuki when he speaks, and then his gaze dances away while a hue of rose starts to come over his cheeks.]

Well. [Yes. Sure. Absolutely.] Who doesn't like... cheeries?

[Anyone would think they're cute, is the implication he's putting forth in effort to spare himself.]

They're quite nice. On cakes and such. And they've got nice flowers.

[ It's the same sort of thing he'd say to any other boy in this position, and there is fleeting normalcy in that moment where he sees the expected flush in Alois' face. As though they are only two adolescent boys, teasing each other's opening eyes. ]

Uh-huh. "On cakes". [ There are certain connotations to cherries, too. Even that little test of tying the stem to a knot in one's mouth. These likely wouldn't cross a boy's mind consciously, in the moment, but the pretty print does add a potency to the pair of panties.

Say that three times fast.

Miyuki knows also, in the back of his mind, that he can't push as far as he could with some other boy. And he doesn't want a repeat of the dress, nor does he want to cause Alois deep discomfort. A bit of teasing, though... well, there's something quite charming about seeing bashfulness from him. It's hard to resist pushing a bit more, as he angles his head farther in blatant show of getting a look at Alois' face. ]

How about them on underwear?

[The main reason he's become demure is what on earth would Miyuki think if he found out Alois was this fond of girls' clothing? He may have been forced into outfits to start, but now with an eye and mind for what looks nice on him, he's hardly different from an ordinary girl herself in this region. He likes outfits suited to his gender all the same, yes, but he's only going to be able to get away with a feminine style for so long before he just looks silly and embarrassing in them.

But it's true that certain connotations to cheeries might be a hint of the culprit behind his blushing little face, the avoidance of Miyuki's eyes. Such connotations normally don't bother him at all, and in fact, he can be quite salacious, but everything leading up to now, Miyuki being a wholly different sort of person than what he's used to...

The panties are cute enough, but there's certainly prettier or more modest ones in the drawer below. His taste isn't perfect, but neither are thirteen-year-old girls, and they're just the sort of thing a thirteen-year-old girl would like. Audacious, in a fun way.

Miyuki angles his face, and Alois, his own still colored, pouts at him, bordering on indignant.]

I said already, didn't I? They're— [eyes landing on them. He really likes them!] Okay! All right, okay, they're so cute, though, aren't they? Don't you think so?

All I've seen up until now is dull, scratchy cotton or wool. If I knew underthings could be so cute, I might be more inclined to lounge. Looking at them makes you just want to put them on with a button down and sit in the window seat of the library, while the sun comes down on you in the window, and you'd eat petit fours and browse the latest catalogs, or read things children oughtn't. You know, being lazy, but having a swell time of it, because you have something cute on.

[ His grin pulls up to show teeth as Alois finally caves — there we go. And he does have to agree with the younger boy.

Well. Before Alois starts explaining himself, anyway, and Miyuki is reminded once more that he is not dealing with just any boy. He glances to the thing hanging from his fingers again, then back to Alois with a questioning look that makes it clear he does not, in fact, understand. ]

Can't say they make me feel the same way...

[ His words are bemused rather than purposely mean. While an active boy, he likes lazing about sometimes as much as anyone. But cute underwear does not make him more inclined to, not even if it were mens' that he was holding. And that is besides the specifics of the picture Alois paints, far too foreign and indulgent for him to appreciate.

Miyuki drops the panties atop the myriad others and takes himself and his hands back to his own side of the drawers. ]

Anyway, you might wanna be honest about what ones you like, before I pick something.

[ He'd rather the boy rummage than have to do it himself but of course, doesn't say so. ]

[He sulks, but begins fishing and mulling over a tiny selection.]

I wish I could pick it on my own. I don't like you knowing my taste in things that are this revealing. [A melodramatic sigh is given to the heavens.] If I knew about these at all, I would've definitely picked something more embarrassing for you.

[Give him a minute or more. Deciding on options is more challenging this time, because everything is potentially humiliating, but one after the other, he lays out four pairs of panties to choose from. The cherry-printed ones, of course. A simple design, also white, with a scarce amount of lace bordering the edges, and a single little pink rose on the front. Another pair of cheekies (it seems he favors this square, almost shorts-like design), but lilac, with a layering kind of lace, and a tiny pastel blue ribbon at the top. And, lastly, the crudest—and mostly because, internally, he finds it wildly hilarious—a second white pair, with a soft pink heart, and bold text printed across that reads: shove ur dick in my heart.]

Lucky for me~

[ Miyuki settles back to sit on the floor, legs crossed and attention vaguely on Alois and his choices as he watches. So Alois' apparent familiarity and affinity for girls' clothing extends this far. It's... odd, yes, but not within the context of what he already knows of his tastes. There isn't any surprise for the first few — they're all pretty, girly things and he barely sees a difference in choosing among them.

Then comes the last pair and Miyuki stares at it for a long second. ]

Fft — [ One arm goes around his stomach, his shoulders start to shake, and a snort turns into outright laughter. Because internally, Miyuki also finds it wildly hilarious, and there's nothing to stop that from becoming external. ]

I- it hurts!

[ Christ. He wipes at an eye as he begins to calm down, looking from the bold panties to Alois. ]

You're really gonna tempt me like that?

[ Not that he'd seriously choose them, but. ]

[Miyuki's laughter begins, and Alois tries to kill his own smile by rolling his lips into a line, and turning his face away. But Miyuki really starts laughing, and Alois, already afflicted inly, catches the contagiousness of it, and presses his wrist to his mouth. It's a feeble attempt to contain himself, and soon, he's giggling beside him. It's nice to see the older boy laugh so, after the ordeal he just went through.]

Aren't they terrible? [With residual giggles clinging to his words. He threads his own fingers to stretch his arms up for a moment, readjusting his sitting position to a thigh with legs curled.] Although, it's kind of romantic, too. Imagine loving someone that much, you'd let them get that close to you.

[This is vulnerable honesty, so he laughs in his youthful way to cover it up.]

So stupid.

[ It's quite hard to imagine. It obviously happens, to other people, but thinking of himself in such a relationship... ? He has trouble, and that sort of thing is not of high enough importance to him, as he is, to worry about.

Still, hearing Alois deny himself romantic notions like that makes him reply, ]

You never know. One day you could meet someone whose heart you want to... s- stick your dick in!

[ Ah, romance. Miyuki lets out some more snickers and shrugs, ]

Or whose dick you want shoved in your heart, I guess.

[ Either way. He may not entirely be sure about Alois' preferences, or if he should trust anything that has hinted toward them, but he's not going to deny he has his own inclinations. Which aren't the greatest thing to have living in the midst of an all-male dorm of athletes belonging to the team which you are the captain of. But he is too busy and unconcerned about romance for it to matter much.

He reaches forward in front of the panties and taps the floor with two fingers, before the lilac pair. ]

I pick these.

[ He shifts, remaining seated but turning to face away from Alois. ]

[He moves to be mostly kneeling again, knowing it'll be easier to stand this way with the dress, after Miyuki makes his choice. Miyuki, though he turns, remains—not just seated, he remains in the closet, and Alois stares at the back of his head for a moment or more, still unmoving.

But,]

Um. You're not... Don't you want to, um, wait out there?

[It feels different to put panties on with him right there whether he's looking or not, than it does mens' drawers. And he wants to take precautions that they're not fitting him any more strangely than they're probably going to. Just look at them! What boy's stomach wouldn't sink?]

Huh? [ He turns halfway, looking up and back at the other boy with a raised brow. Didn't Miyuki basically do the same thing when he had to put on the briefs? Other than the sitting.

There might also be some unconscious want to keep an eye on the younger boy. Not literally, but to keep him close. Perhaps the powerless feeling of the binding of his cuffs lingers too strong with him. Who knows what else their captor is capable of, and sticking by the one other person imprisoned here offers some peace of mind. ]

Getting shy on me?

[ Miyuki lightly teases, even as he's standing. He exits to the room again, sitting upon the end of the bed facing the bold lettering. ]

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