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“I wish they wouldn’t hang on her like that,” Tarou grumbled to Hirotaka.
They were spending their Saturday at a small doujinshi convention a few towns over. A former circle member of Narumi’s had reached out asking for help with her table when over half of her current group came down with the flu. Narumi had been quick to say yes, and, being a veteran of such events, she’d roped in all her otaku friends to help. (Plus Naoya, who was just happy to be included.)
Never one to shy from a challenge, Hanako had immediately bought supplies to whip up a new cosplay for the occasion. She’d barely slept in the past week, and had bitten Tarou’s head off when he’d helpfully - he’d thought - suggested she wear an old one she already had made, but she’d managed to finish the final touches the previous night before collapsing into bed.
And she looked stunning.
She was dressed as Silver Pendragon from the popular otome game “Most Precious One”. Tarou hadn’t played himself, but he knew from listening to Hanako and Narumi gush that it was a modern fantasy setting and all the boys were themed around different metals. Silver was one of five main routes - the other four being Gold, Copper, Platinum, and Bronze. Silver’s route was the hardest to complete, but he had a strong following thanks to what was referred to by fans as the “tarnished” chapter. “Tarnished Silver” appeared in a branch where he ultimately became corrupted. It led to a bad end for the heroine, but many found his dark dark side to have an appeal that the original “pure” version lacked.
And that was the version Hanako was cosplaying today.
She posed regally in her princely attire, the dark grey wig contrasting strikingly with her pale make-up and black contacts, while a swarm of fangirls squealed. They jostled for position, trying to get as close as possible in the hopes of taking a picture with her.
The girl currently living that dream had all but melted into Hanako’s arms, her expression rapturous as Hanako smirked sexily.
“I mean, wouldn’t it bother you if a bunch of girls were hanging all over Momose?”
Receiving no response, he looked over and saw Hirotaka was completely engrossed in a game on his phone.
“Hey, Nifuji!”
Hirotaka finished the stage he was on and slowly looked up. “Not really,” he said, showing he had in fact been listening. “Not at an event like this.” He tilted his head in a way Tarou had come to know meant he was perplexed. “Isn’t this how it usually is when Koyanagi-san cosplays?”
Tarou and Hanako had been married for several months, but people who knew both of them usually referred to Hanako by her maiden name to avoid confusion. Though in Hirotaka’s case, it was equally likely it just hadn’t occurred to him to switch.
“I don’t know,” Tarou said, sweeping his gaze across the group. “It feels like this group is especially handsy.”
Hirotaka shrugged, returning to his game. “Maybe it just feels different because you’re married?”
Tarou didn’t answer. Hirotaka was closer to the mark than he was comfortable admitting. It wasn’t like he felt more possessive or jealous since he and Hanako had tied the knot. It was what had happened during the wedding - or more specifically - during the wedding reception, that had him so affected.
His fight with Hanako about whether or not they’d incorporate cosplay into their wedding had been monumental, even by their standards. In the end, he was glad they’d been able to compromise. Seeing how happy she’d looked when she got to show off her hobby to their guests, it had been absolutely worth it.
Except…
Even knowing it was Hanako under the costume and make-up, he’d never felt attracted to her while she was in character. But, during the reception, for some reason - perhaps a perfect cocktail of excitement, love, relief, and a few actual cocktails - as he’d watched her make her way around the room, he found himself feeling more and more uncomfortable.
Below the belt.
It was unprecedented. He’d managed to get himself under control before it became a real problem, but it was as if a switch had been flipped. Since that night, whenever he saw Hanako cosplaying as a handsome man, he got more than a little hot under the collar.
Not that he could ever let Hanako now. He could only imagine what she would do with that knowledge, and there was no way in hell he would actually be able to enjoy doing anything with her while she was dressed as a guy.
Right?
“Hirotaka! Didn’t you get my messages?” Narumi popped out of the crowd next to them. She glared up at her boyfriend, lips pursed as she pouted.
“Oh, I have alerts turned off so they don’t block the screen.” Hirotaka was unruffled. “I’ve been checking them after each level though. I take it you’re done?”
Narumi sighed, but Tarou could see the small smile she was trying to hide. “Yes, we’re all done. We completely sold out of copies too,” she added. It was cute how proud she looked when it hadn’t even been her book. “Looks like Hana-chan is wrapping up too.”
Tarou looked back towards Hanako and saw her waving good-bye to her fans. He scowled as he watched several of them blow kisses, which she pretended to catch.
“Do you really want to make your face uglier with that expression?” she asked, joining the group.
“What do you care, when you’ve got your horde of fangirls. Careful you don’t let them find out that their prince is actually an ugly hag,” he shot back.
“I’m in such a good mood right now I’m going to ignore that,” she said, though her eyes added that they would be having words later. “Some cosplay friends invited me to a meet-up not far from here. You’re all welcome to come - even my party-pooper husband - if you’d like.”
“That’s okay. I need to get home and make some progress in FFXVI.”
“What Hirotaka means ,” Narumi said, “is we’d be happy to join. At least for a little bit,” she added, seeing something only visible to her in his expression.
“Great! I just need to visit the changing area and we can walk over.” And she vanished into the crowd. An impressive feat considering how she was currently dressed.
By the time she’d returned, Naoya and Kou had also rejoined the group. Kou looked a bit sick when she heard the word “party”, but after some encouragement from her light-type boyfriend, she agreed to give it a try.
Hanako’s speedy return from the changing area was facilitated by a hat, sunglasses, and a long coat to quickly hide her cosplay. While changing at home and covering up might be a great time saver, she looked incredibly suspicious, so Tarou made sure to stay close to her as the group walked down the street.
Thankfully, their destination was close by. They’d been walking for about fifteen minutes, guided by GPS, when Hanako stopped in front of a plain building.
“We’re here!” she announced.
“Uh, are you sure?” Tarou looked dubiously at the building’s sign. “This is definitely a love hotel.”
“Love hotel?” Kou squeaked, turning bright red.
“That’s right,” Hanako said, unruffled. “Love hotel parties are very popular these days. The rooms aren’t too expensive and you can be as loud as you want without anyone else caring. Personally, I think it’s rather ingenious.”
Yeah, if you don’t mind all the stuff you might hear from other rooms , Tarou thought.
“Um, sorry everyone, but I think we’re going to have to pass after all.” Naoya was looking at Kou, who was visibly shaking, with concern. “Kou-kun, wanna go to the arcade for a bit?”
“Oh, um, I’m fff-fine, but if that’s what you want, Nao-chan.”
Naoya waved goodbye for the both of them as he gently took Kou’s hand and towed her away. Hirotaka looked wistfully after them, but seeing Narumi’s puppy-dog eyes, sighed and turned back towards the group.
“Hanako, are you sure this is a good idea?” Tarou couldn’t help asking. “Aren’t we a little too old for this sort of thing? Not cosplay-” he added quickly when her expression darkend “-but going to a party at a love hotel in your late twenties...”
“That’s exactly why we need to do it,” she countered. “We’re getting older. I’m never going to give up cosplay, but our lives are only going to get more hectic. I don’t want to look back on this time and regret passing on things I could have enjoyed.”
Tarou sighed. She was right. They were seriously considering trying for their first kid in the next few years, and he doubted Narumi and Hirotaka would be too far behind. He knew none of them would abandon their hobbies, but change was inevitable. If his wife wanted to let loose a little while they could, who was he to stand in her way.
“Let’s not keep your friends waiting then.”
Beaming, Hanako strode through the front door and confidently approached the desk to find out which room her friends were in.
~~~~~
This may have been a mistake , Tarou thought as he sipped his fourth beer.
Several hours had passed since they’d arrived. Hanako had introduced him, Narumi, and Hirotaka to her cosplay friends, all of whom were still in costume. Not wanting to be left out, Hanako had commandeered the bathroom for a good twenty minutes in order to refresh her own cosplay.
Tarou had grabbed a drink from the mini ridge and done his best to be sociable. Hirotaka had noticeably perked up when he’d seen one of the girls take out her Switch and had immediately gone over to check out what game she was playing. Narumi, ever the social butterfly, had quickly hit it off with several other girls who all watched her latest anime obsession, “My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999”. From what Tarou overheard of their conversation, the girls considered Narumi quite lucky for landing Hirotaka, as he apparently shared a number of qualities with the male lead.
Tarou was initially relieved when Hanako reappeared, but his relief quickly shifted to anxiety when he noticed a now familiar feeling creeping over him.
He’d done well, he thought, these past few months generally keeping himself composed when he saw Hanako cosplaying. However, just like at the wedding, she might be dressed as male character, but because she was among friends, she didn’t bother to put on a persona. She was just being her usual self. The contrast was a bit jarring.
And more than a little hot.
Shit, shit, shit! Tarou could feel his panic level rising. Hanako was dressed in crossplay, both of them were a few drinks in - which honestly just made her cuter - he was feeling super turned on, and they were at a love hotel…
No! No way. We are not going there. Absolutely not!
But it was getting late. They’d been drinking. It would be so easy to go downstairs and book a room for themselves instead of going all the way home. And there was nothing wrong with a husband and wife engaging in some intimate activities once they were alone.
Hell no! If Hanako finds out about this I’ll never hear the end of it. Absolutely, definitely, not happening!
Not fifteen minutes later, Narumi announced that she was going down to the desk to book a room for her and Hirotaka for the night, and before he could stop himself, Tarou replied, “Good idea. I’ll get one for Hanako and me too.”
Which was how he found himself alone in a room at a love hotel with his wife laid out on the bed still in crossplay, and a painfully hard erection in his pants.
“What’s this?” she asked, playfully brushing her foot against his crotch. He couldn’t hold back a low groan as he felt the teasing friction of her dress sock against his slacks. “I was surprised when you said you were getting a room. It’s not like either of us is drunk. Well, not hammered, anyway. But now it all makes sense.” She moved to stand. “It’s not that late, so give me a minute to change and I’ll come help you with that.”
“No.” He firmly put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her seated.
She gave him an odd look. “Or maybe you’ve had more to drink than I thought. You do realize I’m still dressed as a man, right?”
Tarou grimaced. “Yes. It would take more than a few beers for me not to notice your face looks less ugly than usual.” He tried to deflect her questions with his usual barbs, but the raw desire in his eyes dulled their sting.
Hanako raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s not as if I’m not open to it.” She smiled seductively. “Just be careful. I put a lot of work into this outfit.”
“Alright.” He smiled back, baring his teeth so it was almost a snarl. “But I’m not being your uke.”
With that he pressed his lips to hers and pushed her down onto the bed.
It was strange, kissing her familiar lips while running his hands over the unfamiliar shape of her wrapped and padded body. Her breasts were pressed down beneath a binder. Her ass was similarly flattened by a special pair of cosplay underwear. Shoulder pads made her frame feel broader than it should, and her long hair was carefully pinned under her wig.
His normal moves wouldn’t tonight. He’d need to get creative to make sure they were both satisfied.
“Let’s start with this,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. Like many otome games, “My Precious One” might have had magic and princes, but it also had a rather modern school uniform. With a practiced hand, he undid the tie around her neck and, with a less practiced hand, used it to bind her wrists to the headboard.
Hanako let out a soft moan as he finished the knot. “Not too tight?” he asked.
“No,” she said, her voice breathy. “I could get out of it if I wanted too.”
He smirked. “Guess that means you like being tied up.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Her voice was steady, but her checks were so red he could see her blush through her make-up.
Her red cheeks gave him an idea.
He leaned in, kissing up her neck until he reached her ear. Hanako had very sensitive ears. Taking his time, he licked and nibbled, teasing her until she began to whine. Just when she began to raise her hips, trying to rub against his leg for relief, he hopped off the bed.
“You look warm. I’m gonna grab some ice.”
“Wait? What!” She watched in shock as he casually grabbed the ice bucket off the table.
She looked ready to curse him out, but before she could say more, he pressed a finger to her lips and fixed her with the glare he usually reserved for subordinates he caught slacking. “Don’t move.”
Her pupils widened. “Alright,” she said softly.
Tarou wasn’t usually one for roleplaying. When things got hot and heavy, he generally followed the same path to the finish line. Why mess with success, right? If the standard routine kept them both satisfied, he saw no need to shake things up too much.
Tonight was anything but standard though. And while Hanako had no problem being assertive in the bedroom, he had a feeling playing into her yaoi fantasies was the right move here. And that meant making it very clear that if anyone was going to be pinned down and taken roughly, it was not going to be him.
He firmly drew the line at having anything stuck up his ass.
The thought did give him an idea though…
Unhurried, Tarou left the room and walked down the hall to the ice machine. Once he’d filled the ice bucket, he walked back to the room at the same pace. It took all his will power not to rush. He counted to thirty before opening the door. He wanted to be sure his expression was still stern, and make sure Hanako had just enough time to start sweating.
She was just where he’d left her - tied up and panting on the bed. A wet spot was forming at the front of her pants, and she was moaning softly as she rubbed her thighs together.
Tarou walked over and set the ice bucket down on the nightstand. “I told you not to move.”
“If you hadn’t taken your sweet time- What the hell do you need ice for anyway?”
He pressed a finger to her lips again. “You need to be punished.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Oh? Very well. I’ll accept my punishment.” She tried to sound unimpressed, but he could tell she was intrigued. “I assume you want me on my knees?”
“You could say that. Turn over, and put your hips in the air.”
She swallowed hard. “Okay.” Excitement, and a little nervousness, in her eyes, she rolled over and shuffled around until she was kneeling on the bed with her ass facing her husband.
“Good,” Tarou said, caressing her hips. “Now for your punishment.”
He reached around and undid her belt, making sure his erection rubbed against her ass as he did so. Hanako moaned and pressed against him. He squeezed her hips hard in response.
“You’re being punished, remember?”
She made a noise in response that sounded vaguely affirmative, but might have just been another moan.
Once her belt was off, he pulled her pants down. Then, more carefully, slid the cosplaying leggings and her underwear as far as they would go, revealing her bare ass and her pink asshole.
“Are you ready?” He asked, making his voice low and rough.
“T-Tarou, I don’t want you to stop, but there should be some complementary lube in the nightstand drawer.”
“Good to know,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand, “but I don’t think we’ll need that just yet.”
Without further warning, he pressed the tip of the ice cube in her puckering hole.
“Ah!” Hanako actually yelped when the ice made contact. “You jerk! What do you think you’re- Oooooh.”
Tarou grinned as he used the ice to tease her. It had been a while, but they’d played with ice before, and he remembered Hanako had said she liked how it cooled her just enough to take the edge off when she was turned on.
“You like that,” he crooned, watching her squirm. “How about this?” He took what was left of the ice cube, now smoothed and somewhat smaller from melting against her body heat, and slid it into her vagina.
“Oh! Oh! ” Hanako was starting to get loud, which was a sure sign she was feeling good.
“Now let’s see about that lube,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand again. This time he opened the drawer and pulled out a little bottle of lubricant with the hotel’s logo.
Hanako shivered as he slid his liberally coated fingers into her hot, tight asshole.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, though he could make an educated guess with the way she was rocking against him.
“Good.” She was panting heavily now. “A little strange, but good.”
“Good.” He pulled out his fingers, and she whined in response. He’d thought he was already as turned on as he could get, but damn that was hot.
He quickly stripped off his own pants and underwear, then rubbed some additional lube on his dick for good measure.
“Alright. I’m ready, so if you have any objections before I fuck you like Ritsu Onodera, you better say so now.”
“I really prefer Yukina x Kisa to Takano x Onodera in that series,” she quipped.
“I’m taking that as ‘no’,” he replied, and he thrust his hips forward.
Tarou was not a small man, but neither was he particularly large or thick. There were times in his life he’d wished he were bigger. However, as he pushed into Hanako’s ass, he was glad of his size. It was so tight around his dick, even tighter than he’d imagined it feeling when he was fingering her earlier, that it took all his willpower not to cum right then.
Gritting his teeth, Tarou thrust in and out, building up a steady rhythm. He was not going to finish so soon after all his big talk. And he especially did not want to finish first.
Once he’d reached a good pace, he shifted his weight onto one arm so he could reach around Hanako with the other.
Her eyes were closed and he could see she was lost in the sensation of having her ass fucked. She moaned loudly each time they rocked together, raising her hips as much as her bound hands would allow.
When his fingers brushed against her clit, her eyes flew open, and she cried out, tightening around him.
He hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure as he once again held back his release.
Not yet. Not just yet.
“If you like that, you’re going to love this.”
When he’d opened the nightstand drawer for the lube, he’d noticed it wasn’t the only item in there. There were also several toys, including a slim, purple rod with a flared base.
Tarou had stealthily grabbed the dildo along with the lube, and placed it on the bed out of Hanako’s line of sight. Now he ripped open the clear bag - a rather impressive feat, he thought, when he was managing other tasks - and slipped it into the slick entrance between his wife’s legs.
His dick in her ass and the dildo in her vagina, Hanako let out a cry so loud it could only be called a scream. If there were people in the neighboring room, they could definitely hear her.
Good. Let them hear how hard I’m making my wife cum, Tarou thought, giving into his ego as he watched Hanako shake and writhe beneath him. Unable to wait any longer, he finally let himself climax too. He groaned as he released everything he’d been holding back, continuing to thrust until he’d completely finished.
Exhausted, Tarou helped Hanako free her hands before they both collapsed on the bed.
“So, how was it?” she asked, once they’d caught their breath.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You couldn’t tell?”
“I was…a little focused on other things. It made it harder to tell how much you were enjoying it versus playing along for my sake.”
“I enjoyed myself very, very much,” he said, kissing her.
“Good. Then I won’t get too mad about you ruining the pants for my Tarnished Silver cosplay.” She frowned at the stained dress pants lying at the foot of the bed.
“Are you serious?” he shot back, incredulous. “I not only give you the best sex of your life, but also fulfill your weird BL fantasies, and I owe you an apology ?
She glared up at him. “Are you implying I have something to apologize for?”
“How about the crisis about my sexuality you and your crossdressing put me through.”
“I’m your wife! You’re supposed to be attracted to me!”
“Yes! You! Not the glittery anime guys you dress as!”
“I was fine with going to bed. You’re the one who wanted to experiment.”
“Well, you-” Before things could escalate to a full-on row, Tarou was cut off by a loud, long, and very feminine moan from the other room.
“You should probably get cleaned up,” he amended in a much quieter voice. They’d been working on arguing less, but old habits were hard to break, and it was easy to fall into them when emotions were running high.
“I probably should,” she replied, taking the offered olive branch. “I doubt it’d be comfortable sleeping with my ass full of your cum,” she teased. “I’d do it again though,” she added, winking.
“Oh yeah?” He smiled, pulling her back to him. “Want me to join you in the shower and see if we can’t give them a run for their money?” He nodded to the neighboring room. The moaning could still be heard from the other side of the wall, and it was increasing in volume.
Hanako smiled back. “Alright. Let’s show them how much noise we can make.”