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My school’s military training starts next week, so I’ll post this now while I still have some free time.
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"I told you already, I’m not going!”
Astro snapped, swatting at the flyer his best friend kept waving in front of his nose. Dandy was relentless, practically pressing the thing against his face until Astro had no choice but to snatch it and look.
On the paper was a bright, flashy advertisement: Maid Café Day!
A swirl of pink hearts decorated the borders, and cartoon drawings of girls in frilly aprons struck exaggerated poses with tea trays in their hands. The whole thing looked utterly ridiculous to Astro.
“Look at this! Look at it!” Dandy said, tapping the flyer with all the enthusiasm of a salesman. “They’re hosting a one-day event. Cute maids, yummy desserts, warm tea served with a smile! Come on, Astro, this is once in a lifetime!”
Astro frowned, shoving the flyer back into his best friend’s chest.
“And why, exactly, would I ever want to go to something like that? I’m engaged, Dandy. Engaged. Do you know what that means? It means if people see me there, rumors will spread. And if Sprout hears even a whisper that I was surrounded by frilly-skirted waitresses, he’ll think I’m unfaithful!”
Along with Dandy, Astro and Sprout had known each other practically all their lives, childhood friends who had grown together so closely that marriage had seemed inevitable. And indeed, Sprout was now his beloved fiancé.
Astro himself worked as a government translator, gifted with languages since he was young, sharp and diligent in his studies.
Sprout, on the other hand, lived a simpler but no less successful life as the owner of a popular bakery, his income easily rivaling Astro’s steady salary.
“Unfaithful?” Dandy scoffed. “You’re acting like stepping into a bakery full of cosplayers is some kind of scandal. I’m not telling you to woo them. I’m asking you to help me talk to them. You’re good with words, with… charm and stuff. I need backup!”
“Charm?” Astro said flatly. “The last time you tried to flirt, you called a waitress ‘madam’ and then spilled coffee on her shoes.”
Dandy flushed red with little embarrassment. “That was one time! And she was scary! But that’s not the point! Just come with me, alright? I swear you won’t regret it.”
Astro crossed his arms. His stance was firm, his eyes narrowed with moral indignation.
“No. I will not risk my relationship for your ridiculous whims. Sprout means more to me than all the maids in the world.”
The words came out sharp, righteous. Yet Dandy only grinned, like a wolf who had cornered his prey.
“You really didn’t read the flyer properly, huh?” He said slyly. “The event is being hosted at Sprout’s bakery.”
That made Astro pause. “…Excuse me?”
“Yeah,” Dandy said, smug as ever. “See right here?” He pointed at the bottom of the flyer. “Gardenview Bakery, Sprout’s place. And tell me, Astro… what if, just maybe, Sprout is one of the maids?”
Astro’s throat went dry. “…What if…?”
For a moment, his brain completely shut down. He could practically hear the gears creaking inside his skull as the image slammed into him uninvited.
Sprout, the sweet, caring Sprout in a frilly apron? A ribbon tied neatly at the back, lace brushing against his thighs, a tray of cakes balanced delicately in his hands?
Astro’s face turned bright red.
No. Absolutely not. He wasn’t the kind of man who entertained filthy daydreams about his fiancé. Sprout deserved respect, dignity and reverence. He wasn't to be objectified!
And yet…
The image wouldn’t leave. In fact, it grew more vivid the longer Astro tried to deny it. He imagined Sprout smiling lightly, cheeks flushed, his tone polite as he greeted customers: “Welcome home, Master…”
Astro nearly choked on his own breath.
“Ban that thought!” He shouted, smacking his own forehead. “That’s indecent! I refuse to think of Sprout that way!”
"Now now, just think about it.”
Dandy’s grin grew sharper, his words deliberate, like someone fanning a flame just to watch it burn higher.
“Sprout’s already pretty. But if he’s dressed up as a maid, serving customers with that sweet smile of his… what if some guys start noticing him? What if they get the wrong idea?”
Astro stiffened as though he’d just been struck by lightning.
The image alone made his chest tighten. His thoughts began to spin in chaotic circles, each one worse than the last.
What if some stranger leaned forward across the counter, giving Sprout that kind of look, hungry, shameless, the kind of look Astro despised?
What if they dared to toss out one of those cheap, greasy pickup lines? “You’re too cute to be working here.”
What if, he could barely breathe, what if one of them actually had the audacity to ask for Sprout’s number?
No. Absolutely not. Never.
Astro swallowed hard, shaking his head so quickly it almost hurt. He wasn’t normally a jealous man, everyone who knew him could attest to that.
He prided himself on keeping calm under pressure, on being reasonable, measured, the kind of man who thought before he acted.
But Sprout… was the exception.
Sprout was the one person in this world who could dismantle his carefully built composure without even trying.
The one who could take a perfectly rational Astro and reduce him to an anxious, frantic mess with nothing more than a smile or a tilt of the head.
Sprout was the only person who could make his heart trip over itself, who could make him abandon logic completely.
And right now, just imagining someone else daring to flirt with him, Astro could feel his pulse hammering, his chest hot and his mind racing with scenarios that made his stomach twist.
What if Sprout can only laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off, while secretly feeling uncomfortable? What if some shameless creep misread that politeness as encouragement?
Astro’s imagination had officially turned against him, painting picture after picture of Sprout surrounded by unwanted attention. Each one made his blood pressure spike higher.
He couldn’t allow this. He wouldn’t allow this.
Dandy’s voice, smug and teasing, only poured salt into the wound.
“C’mon, Astro. You really think a face like Sprout’s won’t attract attention? Especially in something as cute as a maid outfit?”
Astro spun toward him, his whole body rigid with indignation. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”
Dandy only chuckled, holding up his hands innocently. “Hey, I’m just being realistic. You better be prepared.”
“I’ll go.”
Astro shot up from his chair with sudden finality, snatching his blue coat from the backrest as if it were a weapon.
His voice was sharp, brimming with determination, but the sound of Dandy’s victorious laughter behind him nearly made him want to sit back down and take it all back.
…
The motorbike’s engine roared as Dandy weaved them through the streets, far too recklessly for Astro’s liking. The cold air whipped against his face, biting his ears and carrying with it a strange tension.
Each passing streetlight felt like a countdown, each turn of the wheel pushing him closer to a scene he wasn’t sure he wanted to witness.
By the time they rolled to a stop, Astro’s heart was already pounding harder than the hum of the engine.
There it was, Sprout’s bakery. The sight of it struck him with a strange calm at first.
The shop was exactly as he remembered: it's ivy-framed windows, the faded wooden signboard carved with the name Gardenview Bakery, and the inviting glow spilling through the glass panes.
It still radiated that vintage charm Sprout loved, an air of warmth and familiarity that always felt like home.
Astro’s chest softened for a moment.
Sprout really does have a good eye for beauty, he thought. Not loud or gaudy, but simple, graceful, welcoming. Just like him.
Hanging above the doorway was a new sign, gaudy compared to the usual understated charm: “Maid Café Day - One Day Only!” Bold pink lettering, tiny paper hearts dangling from strings, pastel ribbons tied along the windowsills.
Someone had even drawn little smiling cupcakes with frilly aprons on the chalkboard outside, which he assumed it's Cosmo who did the work.
Astro’s stomach lurched. It was real. The event wasn’t just a silly prank of Dandy’s imagination, it was happening.
He barely had a chance to gather his composure before Dandy clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Let’s go,” Dandy said with a mischievous grin, tugging him toward the entrance.
The door opened before they could reach for it.
“Welcome home, Masters. How are you today?”
The words rang out in a soft, cheerful voice.
Standing in the doorway was a girl dressed head to toe in a maid uniform, jet-black dress, crisp white apron tied with a bow at the back, frills along the sleeves, a ribbon at her throat.
The skirt swayed lightly as she stepped aside, and the faint scent of vanilla clung to her presence.
“Ginger!” Dandy greeted, his voice bright and casual. “Long time no see. You’re looking lively as always. How have you been?”
The girl laughed gently. It was indeed Ginger, a long-time waitress Astro recognized. Her eye sparkled with a teasing familiarity as she clasped her hands neatly in front of her.
“I’m doing well. Thank you, Master. And welcome back. We’ve got some new staff helping out today, you’ll surely enjoy their service. Now, allow me to guide you to your table.”
She gestured with practiced grace, ushering them inside.
Dandy marched forward without hesitation, practically humming with excitement. Astro trailed behind him, his footsteps heavy. He barely noticed Ginger’s friendly chatter.
He didn’t notice the way the new maid staff, standing neatly near the counter, turned their heads to watch him enter. Their eyes lingered a moment longer than was polite, drawn to his tall frame, the sweep of his coat, the aloof look on his face that seemed effortlessly striking.
Whispers passed softly between them, giggles muffled behind delicate fingers. But Astro didn’t register any of it. He was too distracted.
His gaze swept the bakery interior, the familiar wooden furniture, the warm glow of pendant lamps overhead, the little touches Sprout had insisted on: potted plants in the corners, shelves of jars filled with colorful sweets, framed photographs of bread and cakes captured in perfect lighting.
Normally, he found peace here.
But today, tension knotted in his chest. Every detail seemed sharper, too vivid, as though the world was bracing him for something.
His eyes flicked from table to table. Customers were seated already, chatting happily, some giggling as maids poured them tea.
The air was filled with the scent of sugar and coffee, the faint clinking of cups, and the occasional sound of girlish laughter. But among all the noise and color, there was only one thing Astro searched for, and it's Sprout.
His heart drummed against his ribs. Was he behind the counter? In the kitchen? Was he already dressed like the others, hidden somewhere in the crowd, waiting to appear?
Dandy had to tighten his grip on Astro’s shoulder, fingers digging in just a little to ground him, because the poor guy looked like he might leap out of his seat any second.
“Breathe, man. You’re going to choke on your own nerves,” Dandy muttered.
Astro forced himself to inhale through his nose, sharp and shaky, then exhale. He dragged his gaze down to the menu lying open on the table, letting his eyes skim across the neatly printed words.
Omurice, parfait, pancakes, tea sets, none of it registered. He wasn’t reading, he was clinging to the act of reading like a lifeline, as if staring hard enough at the menu would stop the tremor in his chest.
“We’ll have two omurices, please!”
Dandy’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. Cheerful, steady, effortless.
Ginger, with her usual gentle poise, smiled warmly, jotting down their order into her little notebook. Her pen scratched softly against the page before she turned with a graceful bow. “Of course. Please wait just a moment.”
She left them, skirts swaying, disappearing into the back.
“Relax,” Dandy drawled, leaning back in his chair as though he were at a weekend picnic instead of sitting next to a man on the verge of cardiac arrest. “Don’t look like you’re about to pass out. Sprout’s bound to show up any minute.”
Astro’s glare was sharp, but short-lived. Because Dandy was right.
And then it happened. The faint creak of the kitchen door. A familiar figure stepping out from behind it.
Sprout emerged into the café space, and for Astro, time simply… stopped. The chatter around them dimmed, forks clinked against plates like distant echoes, and all he could hear was the sudden thunder of his own heartbeat hammering against his ribs.
Sprout actually wore the maid uniform. It makes Astro’s mind sputtered uselessly, like a machine thrown into overload.
It shouldn’t have worked. Logically, nothing about it should have fit Sprout, he prefers light clothes, he was a boy, he was his fiancé, he was Sprout. But somehow, impossibly, the crisp black-and-white outfit clung to him in a way that made too much sense.
The frilled apron tied snugly around his narrow waist, the puffed sleeves brushing his shoulders, the skirt swaying with each careful step.
His green hair had been gathered neatly, tied high with a ribbon Astro knew by heart. The same ribbon he’d given him months ago, as a quiet gift, never imagining he’d see Sprout actually wear it like this. Astro’s throat tightened, and then his eyes slipped lower.
Smooth, soft red thighs extended beneath it, slender, sculpted in a way that made Astro’s chest ache. They caught the light as he moved, impossibly soft-looking, impossibly unfair.
Stockings, sheer and white, hugged them from mid-thigh down, the lace trim pressing ever so slightly into skin before disappearing under the hem of the skirt.
Astro couldn’t look away. The gap between stocking and skirt was criminal. A sliver of bare skin, innocent, fleeting, yet devastating.
It was like a secret glimpse of something that should’ve been reserved only for him, but here Sprout was, walking into a room full of strangers, letting them all see.
The click of polished black shoes against the wooden floor filled the café, each step measured and steady.
In Sprout’s hands balanced a polished silver tray, and on it, two steaming plates of omurice, golden thick omelets, perfectly fried rice.
But Astro didn’t see food. He saw him. Sprout’s expression was radiant, smiling, wide-eyed, genuinely thrilled to be there.
He carried himself with the kind of bright eagerness that made the outfit feel less like a gimmick and more like an extension of who he was. And Astro’s chest ached with something violent and tender all at once. It was too much.
The tilt of his smile, the bounce in his steps, the ribbon tied just so, the smoothness of his legs, Astro couldn’t decide if he wanted to cover Sprout with his coat immediately or shout to the entire room that this boy was his, his alone, and no one had the right to stare.
Jealousy licked through him like fire, hot and unyielding. He wasn’t the type to get possessive. He wasn’t the type to lose control like this. But Sprout was the exception. He always had been.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come today! So I made these myself and brought them out just for you!”
Sprout’s voice was cheerful as ever, as he placed the two steaming plates onto the table.
The scent of butter, eggs, and savory sauce curled warmly in the air, rich enough to make any customer’s mouth water.
But across from him, Astro’s face looked anything but hungry. His expression was stiff, shadowed, almost like a man walking behind a funeral procession.
He hated himself for that, hated that when Sprout was smiling, when he was offering his effort and affection so openly, Astro's first reaction was an ugly swell of jealousy instead of joy.
Dandy, oblivious or maybe just enjoying the show, leaned forward with a gleam in his eyes. He inhaled dramatically, letting out a delighted hum.
“Oh man, it’s been forever since I’ve had this! And from the chef himself, no less. Hehe, bless this dish. Forget the rest, I’m digging in, cheers!”
Without hesitation, he plunged his spoon into the fluffy omelet, steam curling up as he took his first huge bite.
Sprout laughed under his breath at Dandy’s theatrics, shaking his head in fond amusement. But then his gaze returned to Astro, softer now, searching.
He reached for the ketchup bottle and leaned a little closer.
“Here,” he said with a gentle grin. “Let me draw something for you.”
Astro didn’t move. He just watched as Sprout tilted the bottle and began to trace careful lines. The ketchup flowed smoothly in bright, glistening red.
A heart bloomed across the golden egg, round and full, perfect in its symmetry. Beneath it, Sprout scrawled in neat, looping strokes: Have a great meal.
He looked up proudly, green eyes gleaming. “There. Now it’s complete.”
Astro’s chest clenched. He forced a breath out, forced a smile that felt both tender and painfully fragile. Slowly, he shrugged off his black jacket, folding it once before standing.
In one swift motion, he leaned around the table and draped it over Sprout’s waist from behind, covering the frilly apron and the scandalously short hem of the maid uniform.
Sprout blinked, caught completely off guard, his lips parting in surprise. He froze for a second, one hand hovering awkwardly near the edge of the coat, before looking up at Astro with wide, questioning eyes.
“…Astro?”
Astro didn’t answer immediately. His gaze flickered, down to the coat, then back to Sprout’s flushed face. Finally, he let out a sigh that was almost a laugh, almost a groan, and said quietly, “Just… wear it. Please.”
From the other side of the table, Dandy looked up, spoon still in his mouth. The corner of his lips curled into a wicked grin as he swallowed and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, would you look at that,” He drawled. Then he crooked a finger, beckoning Sprout closer, as if to share some kind of secret.
When Sprout leaned slightly his way, Dandy dropped his voice just enough to make it hearable for both of them.
“He’s jealous. That’s all. Jealous, but trying to be clever about it.”
Sprout’s cheeks glowed faintly pink, not only from the heat of the kitchen but also from the lingering realization that he’d spent the last few minutes ignoring Astro’s mood.
The café was busy, waves of customers keeping every tables full, and it had been too easy to miss the storm clouds gathering over his fiancé’s face.
Now, sitting here with Astro’s jacket wrapped around his waist, Sprout felt warmth spread through him. A warmth that was sweet, comforting, but tinged with guilt. He shouldn’t have overlooked him, not even for a moment.
“Sprout! You’re still sitting there? We need you back here!”
Cosmo’s voice burst from the kitchen, sharp with exasperation.
Sprout turned his head and called back, not moving an inch. “I can’t come right now, sorry! You’ll just have to manage without me.”
The kitchen door banged once, followed by a loud groan of frustration.
Sprout chuckled to himself, then leaned sideways until his shoulder brushed Astro’s. His smile softened, playful yet laced with affection. “I can’t help it,”
He said, voice dipping low as though he were sharing a secret. “Tonight, I already promised to take care of my most important customer. That means you.”
Astro’s breath hitched. His ears burned, and though he tried to keep his expression neutral, the corner of his lips betrayed him, twitching upward in quiet satisfaction.
Before he could speak, Sprout reached for the spoon. With careful fingers, he scooped up a bite of omurice, the fluffy egg giving way to savory rice beneath.
He held the spoon steady with one hand, while the other slipped underneath, palm open to catch anything that might fall.
Slowly, deliberately, Sprout brought the spoon to Astro’s lips. His eyes shone with gentle mischief.
“Say ahh,” He teased.
The world seemed to pause as Astro’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. His jealousy, his unease, his earlier bitterness, swept away in an instant, replaced by a dizzying rush of tenderness.
How could he stay upset when Sprout looked at him like that, treating him like he was the only one in the room?
Obediently, almost reverently, Astro parted his lips. He leaned forward, closing his mouth around the spoon Sprout held out to him.
The flavor burst across his tongue, savory rice, buttery omelet, the faint tang of ketchup, but what he tasted more than anything was the sweetness of being cared for. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
On the opposite side of the table, Dandy finally lifted his gaze from his own half-finished plate. He arched one brow high, lips twisting into a smirk before rolling his eyes skyward.
“Unbelievable,” He muttered, stabbing his omelet with unnecessary force. “I drag you here for back up, and instead I have to sit through this disgustingly sappy couple routine.”
Still, his voice lacked real venom. If anything, there was a note of reluctant amusement, as though he were secretly glad to see Astro soften, even if it meant he had to play third wheel to their display.
Astro ignored him. Sprout, too. For this one instant, it was only the two of them, the spoon, and the quiet, tender rhythm of love tucked inside an ordinary bite of food.
That night, Astro was unusually insistent. He refused to let Sprout slip back into his ordinary clothes, stubbornly insisting that he ride home with him exactly as he was, still dressed in the delicate maid outfit, ribbons, stockings, and all.
Sprout tilted his head in mild confusion at first. He couldn’t quite grasp why Astro cared so much about something so trivial.
But since it didn’t bother him all that much, he simply went along with it, climbing into the car with an easy smile, letting the matter pass without further thought.
Sprout thought it was just another ride home.
But in truth, he was heading straight into the den of a wolf that ready to claim him fully the moment they crossed the threshold of the bedroom.
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(Guys i'm not good with smut and got extremely embarrassed while writing it so please bear with me)
Astro wasted no time the moment they entered the room. He pushed Sprout back onto the bed with a firmness that brooked no argument, the springs creaking softly under the sudden weight.
His hands planted firmly on either side of Sprout’s head, locking him in place as though daring the world itself to try and steal him away.
Sprout’s expression was still stunned, mouth parted as if he wanted to ask something, but Astro wasn’t in the mood for words.
Tonight, he wanted proof. He wanted Sprout close, so close there would be no space left between them.
Astro leaned down, his shadow falling across Sprout’s flushed face. His breath mingled with Sprout’s, hot and uneven, his heart hammering in his chest loud enough that it felt like it echoed in his head. He didn’t hesitate, couldn’t hesitate.
His lips found Sprout’s with a force that carried all his unspoken need. It wasn’t gentle at first. It was desperate, raw, as though he was afraid Sprout might vanish the moment he let go.
The kiss deepened almost instantly, fueled by the storm of emotions Astro had tried to bottle up all day, the frustration of seeing others’ eyes linger on Sprout, the fear of losing him, the aching tenderness of wanting him too much.
"Mhm.."
Sprout whimpered in his throat while Astro licked his lips, demands for an entrance. As if that wasn't enough, he gently bits and nips on it until Sprout finally opened his mouth wide.
Burning and losing themselves in the fire of lust, their tongues found eachother and kept twirling, dancing, mixing salivas as their throats drinking it down not caring whose it belongs to now.
Astro only broke the kiss when he felt Sprout weak attempts to hits on his shoulders, even though he wanted it to last longer..maybe an hour if Sprout doesn't ran out of breath that quickly, because, oh, he was addicted to the way Sprout's lips tasted.
This is not the first time they get intimate with eachother, Astro knew his fiancé's body all too well ever since college, but to fuck Sprout in such an outfit is on another level, Astro would be lying if he said he hates to see Sprout wearing this though, what a new wind that blows him in the right way..
"You know..seeing you in..such an outfit made me felt..horny.."
Astro whispered between his breath, fingers fondling on the now-loosen ribbon that still tangling around Sprout's hair, making Sprout flushed even redder than he already was.
"Well..like i said..i will be your..personal maid for tonight.."
Sprout's gaze traveled away, he wasn't trying to avoid his fiancé, but rather embarrassed with his voice seemed to get more quieter each words and the way Astro spoke to him.
"Then, you are ready.."
Astro responded, pulling down Sprout's collarshirt with his cold hand, he wasted no time digging his teeth in the soft and warm flesh of the other's collarbone, causing Sprout's eyes to widens.
"Mmph..!"
The Toon shuddered before letting out a quiet huff, feeling the pain yet arousing feelings that was brought into him.
Slowly, reddening kiss marks along with aching love bites started appearing more around Sprout's neck, shoulders and collarbones areas, Astro isn't that good at controlling himself around Sprout it seemed.
While continuing his sweet attacks, Sprout's plushy thighs rubbing against eachother as he heard a low growl that Astro slipped out from the back of his throat, demands Sprout to stay still. Sprout could be a fiery and hot-headed Toon, but one touch from Astro was enough for him to folds like a bunny.
“At least let me take this off first…”
Sprout muttered in annoyance, but Astro shook his head, his hand closing firmly around the Strawberry's wrists, holding them above Sprout's head, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough not to break-free, at the same moment, the Moon staring at him tenderly.
“There’s no need,” Astro whispered. “It wouldn’t mean anything if you did.”
Sprout huffed with slight approval, yet his hands stopped struggling. They went still, resting obediently within the cold, enclosing grasp of Astro’s palm.
Astro smiled softly, his other hand found Sprout's soft and perky chest, he gently gropes and fondling on the sweet mounds, helps Sprout melts into the touches, like testing the water. Because right after his dearest getting quite relaxed and less in-guards, Astro's movement suddenly turned rough out of the blue, his fingers wrapping around the small nipples and twisting them hard.
This makes Sprout's eyes closed shut and his body tensed up again, already moaning while his nipples stood up straight with sensitivy.
"Ah!?..ah.."
The Strawberry then stares at Astro with a slight glim of furious for being teased, the Moon decided to ignore that, but his fingers were quick for action, they grasp neatly on the fabric of Sprout's dark skirt, directly lifting it up with no hesitation, Sprout gasped, couldn't do anything for his wrists already got pinned up minutes ago.
So he tried closing his legs instead, Astro, ofcourse, won't let him. Cold hands switching from the hem of Sprout's skirt to his knees, roughly broke them apart, Astro's eye then narrowing at that thin, white panties displaying in front of him to see, a small wettened spot had been developed on it, seems like-
"Wet already?"
He chuckle, head quickly tilting aside to avoid a sudden kick from Sprout's left leg, which had escaped Astro's grips the moment he got distracted.
"Hm."
"S-Sorry..! I got embarrassed..!"
Sprout nervously apologizing, withdraws his leg quickly. "You know me.."
Gaze turning away with a face full of shame.
"It's okay.."
The Moon reassuring him, arms hooking up Sprout's slender legs, his hands from that, slowly sliding down until they were on Sprout's panties.
Astro, as always, never waste any opportunities to suprise his partner, he tucked on it softly at first, then immediately yanking the small piece of cloth down. Pathetic whines escaped Sprout's throat, but even as red as he was, he just couldn't stop watching Astro's movement.
A slimy, almost see-through liquid trailing down, following the panties till it drops on Sprout's thighs a long line of arousal, Astro found himself swallowing in his own saliva because of the scene in sight.
The omurice was delicious, obviously, but Sprout's little cunt is definitely a wonderful dinner that he would also love to had for tonight's snack.
Sprout's tail swaying sideways before it comes circling around Astro's right arm, the Moon only smiles, giving Sprout the look of love while rubbing around with two fingers against those soft folds and eventually entering Sprout's inside when his fingers tips were wet enough.
The Strawberry shuddering slightly, eyes lashes folding down while lips desparately trying to zip into a straight "-" line, yet still muttering out whimpers with submission when Astro scissoring his cunt open to move his fingers in and out.
These two fingers, compared to Astro's manhood, are nothing. They were nothing more than a few small ripples before the real wave came, the one that would crash into Sprout and send his mind spinning to it's very limits.
And while he was still daydreaming about his man's cock, Astro slowly pulls his fingers away, making Sprout snaps out of his thoughts and jolts softly along with a small moan, they were soaked with love fluid, Astro only squints his eye with adoration, watching Sprout's pupils darting anywhere but him.
It is his turn to undress himself, Astro shoves the same two fingers he used to prepares the other into Sprout's mouth, wanting him to keeps quiet.
"Uhm..?"
Sprout startled slightly, but eventually obeyed by swirling and fondling them with his soft tongue, licking up his own sweets like it was the most tastiest dessert.
Astro unbuckled his belt and threw it aside, the black thing landed straight onto their mattress with a pitiful "thump". His pant automatically slide down from his hips, following Astro at the same time taking off his navy boxers to exposes his ice blue - veiny dick standing right up huge and proud.
"It's hurts.."
He mumbles, taking his fingers out of Sprout's mouth while also removing his hand from holding the Strawberry's wrists. Astro's fake cries fooled Sprout, making him cooes in worry as soon as he gained back the ability to talk.
"Quick...put it in.."
His warm hand reaches down, Sprout pushing his hips forward until Astro's cock was lined perfectly on his cunt, and he did it by his own will.
Astro puts up a little fond smirk, hands wrapping around Sprout's waist for support. Back to his lower hands, two of the fingers went down to spreads Sprout's folds farther apart so it would be less complicated for Astro to enter.
He closed his eye, counting before suddenly pumping his hips up, and just with only one single thrust, every inches of Astro have gone lying inside Sprout, started stretching him.
"AHH..!"
Sprout screamed at the top of his lungs, something felt like a jolt of electricity rush through him, making him tremble like a leaf, his eyes wide and mouth agape with pain.
Astro hushes, he could feel Sprout's velvety walls tightly squeezed around his enormous phallus, he forced himself down to stop a loud groan while breathing in and out heavily on the hem of Sprout's neck.
The shorter fiancé crawled his fingers wildly onto Astro's back, trying to soothe the pain. Astro, however, didn’t pay the slightest attention to the scratches that now covered his upper back, the pleasure was too much for him to care.
They had to wait like that for a while, before Sprout finally calmed down and felt less pain inside, he could feel, it was slowly replacing with ecstasy. The Strawberry let out a quiet whine and clings onto Astro's neck.
"Sorry..you can..move now..mm.."
"There's no need to apologize."
Astro giving his fiancé a little kiss, he pushed himself up, letting his cock out more than half of the length. This makes Sprout shudders, eyes rolling back to the top of his head as his walls tightening up even more, not wanting to let his future husband go.
"Aaghnn..!"
The taller slams his member down, hitting on Sprout's sweet spots as he squeals loudly and squirts right away, "Itss..too..Hhuge..!"
The white fluids shots up onto Astro's shirt, making him grunts lowly.
Astro repeatedly jack-hammering into Sprout, their bedroom soon filled with loud blissful moans and satisfied grunts coming from the two combinations.
"Ah..ohh my..goshh..! Onh!-"
The Moon pressed his hand against the big obvious-looking bulges formed on Sprout's belly created by his cock everytimes it goes inside, Sprout let out a cutted moan, sticking his tongue out while eyes in a dazes.
He drools while being fucked rough and fast, Astro was not holding back at the time.
"Wearing such an outfit in public place, should have been me who was the only one that get to see it in our little space. I'm so disappointed.."
Astro had meant the last words as a joke. But to Sprout, in that fragile moment, they sounded like something else entirely, enough to stir a quiet sense of guilt inside him.
Perhaps because his heart was already raw and tender, the tears that followed weren’t just a reflex. They came from somewhere deeper.
"I'm sorry..."
He sniffles, tears dropping down onto his pillow.
Astro froze, panic flickering in his eyes. He reached out, brushing the damp strands of hair from Sprout’s forehead, his touch slow and careful.
"Hey… no, I’m not blaming you,” he murmured. “Don’t cry, please. I won't tease you anymore.."
The taller continues his movement, but much more gentle and unhurried now. Sprout was still feeling a little upset, however, he eventually let it go and helps himself drowns back into the pleasure.
They got back onto the tracks, Astro holding his fiancé's hands tightly, he thrusts up, crashing onto Sprout's womb multiple times and making him moans loudly.
"Ttoo..deepp!!"
"How can a Toon be this cute.. You are adorable.."
Astro whispers, feelings his orgasm coming soon, so he pounds into Sprout more hurrily.
"Want me to finish inside..or outside..?"
Sprout, who couldn't think properly right now because his mind was crowded with ecstasy, he could only whines.
"Inn..side..!!"
That met with Astro's expectation, he let out a breathless laugh.
"That's my sweetheart.."
He stopped laughing and immediately gritting his teeth, sweating heavily,
"I love you, so fucking much."
With a last thrust the Moon let out a loud grunt, his thick shaft bursts into Sprout, filling the shorter one on the inside.
"AHAAHG..!"
Sprout screams, louder than ever as his body shotting up and shaking violently. He could feel it, Astro's cum already taking over his womb, creaming his inside and making Sprout's belly swells just by how much got dumped in him.
He continues squirting, even after Astro pulling his dick out, it was coated with both of their fluids combined, thick opaque white following the tips of his cock out of Sprout's sore cunt.
Sprout's body twitching slightly, tongue still out of his mouth as he drools while feelings empty on the inside, he haven't came down from the high, Astro's cum trailing down from his cunt onto the mattress beneath his thighs, making the lewd sight a memorable moment for Astro.
Astro panted like a dog, hand reaching for his phone near Sprout to take a picture of his stuffed pussy...for some unpure reasons.
He then threw it away and roughly rubbing his fingers onto Sprout's clit, a startled gasp escaped Sprout as he squirts one more time before passed out from exhaustion.
"UHn..!"
...
Sprout stirred, a faint ache lingering at his side, his body still sensitive and his thoughts drifting somewhere between sleep and waking. He shifted slightly.
Astro remained sound asleep, his arms securely wrapped around Sprout as if afraid to let go. With a small flick of his tail, Sprout leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss against his cheek. Looking at that face, Sprout found it impossible to hold even the smallest grudge.