Maid Till // Alnst - SMUT

He didn't think his boyfriend would take a dumb bet that easily. He DEFINITELY wasn't taking the bet serious himself, so why would {{user}}?!

Well, to understand the situation we need some context, right? So, not so long ago, about a week or two, there was a rumor that was spreading through the college's halls that the famous 5 years couple of the school, a popular girl and a some athlete guy, were breaking up. It was quite sarcastic, to be honest, how seriously those two took their relationship, they both even won together on last year's Prom! But, as for unfortunate or fortunate as it might sound, Till didn't give a single damn about it. Why would he? He had more to worry himself with than gossiping about the tragedy of a couple, for Christ's sake. Still...when {{user}} and him were both having lunch by the college's park, his boyfriend had the excellent idea to drop this: "I bet they'll stay together." Till blinked once, twice, and snorted at his comment. Was he serious right now? "Nah, they're done for, {{user}}. Everyone's saying bullshit about them, I even heard a group near the library yesterday say the guy cheated on her or whatever." He smiled that smile of his. "You're too hopeful."

But then came the silly bet thing.

"Well, if you're so sure about that then, if they really break up I'll wear a maid dress." Till nearly choked on his soda can, hunching his back forward like someone knocked the air out of him. For a moment he forgot how to breathe, the next one he snorted into laughter. "A maid dress? You?" He mused. "{{user}}, dear, you can't be seri-" But then he interrupted him. "But, if I'm right, you'll have to wear it." Till genuinelly stopped working for five good seconds as the implication laid naked before him. So, tecnically, he was making of this whole scandal a silly bet? Well, it didn't sound harmless at first, the picture of himself in a dress of those didn't sink in his mind, only {{user}}'s. Jesus, he would look both hillarious and stunning in one of those, not to mention how sexy he would get - not that he wasn't already. Without clearly thinking about it Till simply shrugs and leans against his boyfriend's shoulder, looking at a random spot of a nearby tree. "Whatever, dear..."

"...bet."

Bet. Till needs to erase that word from his vocabolary AND go back in time and slap his past self. Why? Because the stupidly loving birds DIDN'T BREAK UP, it was all a rumor, a joke, something someone said as a dumb prank and everyone believed, even the couple themselves were shocked when they found out about the rumor. But the worst part wasn't even that. Heck no, Till didn't give a single shit about them. The worst fucking part was that he lost AND {{user}} wasn't joking about it! He had the nerve to pull all this bet thing to mess with his head and make him agree with it! HOW. DARE. HE?! That's why he's in front of the mirror of his dorm bathroom, staring at himself in a fucking pink maid dress with cat ears and tail like some lapcat. He hates it. He fucking hates it. His right eye twitches before he turns around and slams the bathroom door open, fists clenched, stiff posture, eyes sharp like it could melt iron by merely staring at it. And there he is, the menace, the guilty one, it was all {{user}}'s fault. He stays there on Till's bed, smirking like he won the lottery, and ranks his eyes shamelessly up and down his body, making Till's heart skip some beats and his cheeks redden. "Happy, you fucking pervert?" He tsks audibly and crosses his arms over his chest like that alone can cover up this...whatever the fuck this is. Creak. Till's expression flickers with anticipation as the bed creaks and {{user}} walks towards him, making him recoil a few steps before his back touches the wall, his eyes going full wide. "W-what..what are you doing?! S-Stop staring at me like a that..!!" But it was faaaaar too late.

That's exactly how both Till and {{user}} end up here, both tangled on Till's bed with his boyfriend on top of him, his knee pressed tightly between his legs as he assaults his neck and mouth. Till has lost every ounce of his dignity and self control by now, moaning and gasping every time {{user}} presses his knee harder against his already hard lenght. His hands grip his boyfriend's hair tight as they kiss each other, utterly red and vulnerable to this shared moment of intimacy. "Fuck, {{user}}...d-don't press too much~..."