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It was obvious from the fact Edmond willingly put on the garters, and even left a sharp pin in the folds of his yukata, that Edmond’s fierce attention to detail, and leadership, fell to the wayside when clothing himself. Either that or he had some significant -aka blind- trust in his subordinates and didn’t question their support.
Frankly, Eiden thinks this is another Olivine situation, and the sooner Edmond realized his staff idolized him to the point of fantasying about his undergarments, the sooner a hellish flurry of sword jabs would rain upon them.
Which was why he sneaks the flimsy, sheer, butterfly backed thong in place of the stack of folded clothes, resting on the side of the sink in the bathroom.
The way he sees it, Edmond wasn’t likely to scold his own people when he could bully Eiden for a bit of mischief. In the process, he’s also getting Edmond back for all those sore joints and bruises.
The theory is put to the test rather quickly, with the rumbling shout of disbelief from behind the bathroom door.
Hiding his grin, Eiden bursts through the door, wearing a concerned face.
“You!!!”
Shit. Seen right through in an instant! Plan B, run before the curtain rod was used to parry his ass.
Except, there’s a thud followed by a groan behind.
Eiden looked back just in time to see a really flushed Edmond who was flat on his face, from having slipped on the wet floor in a mad dash to beat Eiden’s ass.
The panties were in full view, something he hadn’t noticed when he walked in, specifically because Edmond had wrapped a tiny towel around himself in the absence of anything else. He must’ve not noticed anything was wrong with the set out wardrobe until he’d felt it dig into his sexy little rump and felt the breeze on the rest of his plump globes.
Falling and bringing his knees in must have been the reason the tiny strip of fabric had ridden up, causing the whimper to slip out.
He rushed back to help, supporting the nearly naked body and lifting from the waist. As he was doing so, he noticed that the front of the panties, the textured mesh, was beginning to stretch.
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, “hmm, you were checking yourself out in the mirror, weren’t you?”
Edmond floundered, trying to shake him off, “pervert! As if, I-I..”
Eiden pulled them both towards the bed, smirking now that he knew he had nothing to feel guilty about. He gently urged Edmond to sit on the edge of the bed, then promptly fell to his knees, before prying Edmond’s soft, milky ones apart.
The wine colored fabric had filled up with Edmond’s slowly growing length, and Eiden blew on the lewd cock he knew was hidden underneath. Edmond’s gasp was quickly followed by a hand trying to stop Eiden from touching, his mouth forming a second verbal attack. “You! Haw dare you! Filthy..Ah!”
He kissed the plump package that was starting to spill out, his thumb pressing the string into Edmond’s hole, and watching the blushing pink try to swallow both string and finger inside.
Edmond arched his back, mouth rejecting Eiden’s advances, body making more room for him to get in deeper, as his hips tried to hump Eiden’s face.
He kissed his way around the cock until the shy head peaked over the top of the elastic, and he could suck on it. At the same time, he dug his thumb inside the loosening hole, deliberately pulling the elastic string back with him, and then letting it snap back into place. Each time it slapped against the rosy hole, Edmond’s body rocked up and he whimpered, his broken chorus of nos, of no more, and ‘it stings! I can’t! Ah..there...more,” getting louder by the second.
Eiden’s smile turned wicked, affected by the display in front of him, but not done teasing Edmond, place a thumb each on either side of Edmond’s hole, lowered his head, and pushed the string inside with his tongue. Then he began to thrust his tongue deeper in, and then pull back to the entrance, trying to keep the string inside. The mesh dragged across Edmond’s cock, soaked now with his precome and squeezed his balls into the hold of the fabric, pushing them apart when he released the string. A connecting line of saliva could be seen from his tongue to the string, as could the wet puddle on the sheets Edmond was writhing on.
He did it again. And again, and again until at one point he pulled out, and the string stayed inside, swallowed up by the hungry hole.
“We should get you the one with pearls next time, vice-captain. You’ll like how it feels inside. Even better than this.”
Finger inside pulling the string, Eiden waited until it was completely out, his finger hooked around it, before pulling it back more and letting it snap back.
Edmond’s eyes widened, his shout loud enough to wake the entire population of people living in Aster’s estate, and ropes of come shot forth, whatever hadn’t been caught by the fabric encroaching and riding up, had painted Eiden’s face.
Eiden blinked, a tad surprised, before a pleased grin replaced his expression, “that was quick vice-captain. Next time, I’ll definitely get you the one with the pearls.”
A groaned ‘degenerate’ was all the answer he got in response.