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moehakaseClosed thread between Hakase and foodispriority. Pretty much NSFW right from the get-go!
[Don bites his lip and tries not to blush as he looks at himself in the mirror. The outfit, something Gai had picked up from an Earth shop after Marv had explained what he wanted, is hardly the sort of thing Don would ever wear by choice. For one thing, Don prefers to layer his clothing to keep warm, even when he’s inside the Galleon, and the outfit Marv wants him to wear is little more than a single layer, so even the parts of him that are covered are chilly. His nipples are already getting stiff and sensitive from the cold, even though they’re not exposed. And the way the outfit looks on him...
The skirt is indecently short, for one thing, fluffed out to the sides by petticoats like the ones Ahim always wears under her skirts. The stockings, white with black lace trim, are held up by some old-fashioned Earth contraption called a garter belt, which Gai had said was really outdated and impractical, and only ever worn for looks. Don had put the stockings and garter belt on first, ad then pulled on the silk panties over them (that was how Marvelous had said he should do it, because then the panties could come off more easily, and the thought of Marv reaching up under his skirts to take his panties off without even asking because he’s the master today had made Don feel hot all over. The panties coming off might actually be a bit of a relief, actually - they’re not really designed to be worn by men, and they’re snug in a way that’s not so much uncomfortable as it is, well. Distracting. He lifts up the skirt and petticoats enough to peek at himself a little and his face grows hot at how sheer and tight the fabric of the panties is, how naughty he looks with them on. He drops the skirts and flails to smooth them back into place.
And then there’s the matter of the shoes, black patent leather with straps at the ankles, and pointy heels nearly ten centimeters high. Don’s knees wobble a little as he stands in front of the mirror. He doesn’t understand how girls can just wear these all the time, let alone walk in them. He can tell he’s going to be tripping over himself all day, even moreso than usual. Maybe that was part of what Marv wanted; after all, if Don turned out to be a clumsy maid, falling over and dropping things left and right, Marv could scold him for it, maybe even take him over his knee and - Don’s heart flutters in his chest, and he tries to think about something else before he starts blushing again.
He turns to take his first shaky step towards the door - he can’t get started on playing out Marv’s fantasies with him if he never leaves his room, after all - and with one careful step after another, he manages to make it all the way to the hallway. He clings as tightly to the bannister as possible while he makes his way down the stairs toward the common room. Thank goodness Marvelous had kicked the rest of the crew out for the day; Don doesn’t think he’d ever recover if Luka or Joe saw him like this.
He doesn’t see Marvelous when he goes into the room, so he gathers his courage and calls out to him, his voice quaking a little.]
M, Marvelous-sama? Did... Did you want to s-see me?
[He takes another step, looking around for his master, and the heel of his shoe slips beneath him. He falls forward with a surprised yelp.]
foodispriority. Pretty much NSFW right from the get-go![Don bites his lip and tries not to blush as he looks at himself in the mirror. The outfit, something Gai had picked up from an Earth shop after Marv had explained what he wanted, is hardly the sort of thing Don would ever wear by choice. For one thing, Don prefers to layer his clothing to keep warm, even when he’s inside the Galleon, and the outfit Marv wants him to wear is little more than a single layer, so even the parts of him that are covered are chilly. His nipples are already getting stiff and sensitive from the cold, even though they’re not exposed. And the way the outfit looks on him...
The skirt is indecently short, for one thing, fluffed out to the sides by petticoats like the ones Ahim always wears under her skirts. The stockings, white with black lace trim, are held up by some old-fashioned Earth contraption called a garter belt, which Gai had said was really outdated and impractical, and only ever worn for looks. Don had put the stockings and garter belt on first, ad then pulled on the silk panties over them (that was how Marvelous had said he should do it, because then the panties could come off more easily, and the thought of Marv reaching up under his skirts to take his panties off without even asking because he’s the master today had made Don feel hot all over. The panties coming off might actually be a bit of a relief, actually - they’re not really designed to be worn by men, and they’re snug in a way that’s not so much uncomfortable as it is, well. Distracting. He lifts up the skirt and petticoats enough to peek at himself a little and his face grows hot at how sheer and tight the fabric of the panties is, how naughty he looks with them on. He drops the skirts and flails to smooth them back into place.
And then there’s the matter of the shoes, black patent leather with straps at the ankles, and pointy heels nearly ten centimeters high. Don’s knees wobble a little as he stands in front of the mirror. He doesn’t understand how girls can just wear these all the time, let alone walk in them. He can tell he’s going to be tripping over himself all day, even moreso than usual. Maybe that was part of what Marv wanted; after all, if Don turned out to be a clumsy maid, falling over and dropping things left and right, Marv could scold him for it, maybe even take him over his knee and - Don’s heart flutters in his chest, and he tries to think about something else before he starts blushing again.
He turns to take his first shaky step towards the door - he can’t get started on playing out Marv’s fantasies with him if he never leaves his room, after all - and with one careful step after another, he manages to make it all the way to the hallway. He clings as tightly to the bannister as possible while he makes his way down the stairs toward the common room. Thank goodness Marvelous had kicked the rest of the crew out for the day; Don doesn’t think he’d ever recover if Luka or Joe saw him like this.
He doesn’t see Marvelous when he goes into the room, so he gathers his courage and calls out to him, his voice quaking a little.]
M, Marvelous-sama? Did... Did you want to s-see me?
[He takes another step, looking around for his master, and the heel of his shoe slips beneath him. He falls forward with a surprised yelp.]
