Request: Dress shirts and Shoujo Manga (Sholip)
[Sorry it took so long to complete, life got in the way, and this ended up being longer than what I thought pfft. Hope you enjoy requester! ]
It was a hot summer day in the Narumi Detective Agency, and Philip was left alone to keep himself entertained. All the other team members, including his aibou, were out working on various jobs, so the young Kamen Rider found himself poking through Shoutarou’s things from boredom. Sprawled across their bed, Philip began looking through the small boxes on the bedside shelves. Everything here was normal, box of Philip’s multicolored hair pieces, photos Akiko took, Shoutarou’s ‘Detective Conan’ dvd’s…
That is until he picked up a large box he did not recognize, flipping the box open shamelessly Philip stared at bunch of small children’s detective toys. A small toy magnifying glass, fingerprinting kit, and invisible ink with its UV light. Philip giggled to himself picking up the plastic magnifying glass, running his fingers across the toy. It would be just like his Half Boiled aibou to keep his childhood toys, and it wasn’t surprising he dreamt about becoming a crime fighter. Picking the box back up, Philip stopped, immediately feeling something wrong with it. The toys should not have weighed that much, but the small box felt heavy in the boys hands. Something was very wrong with this…
Quickly he pulled the toys out, sitting them on the bed, and lifted the box again.
‘Still heavy’ Poking around the inside edges, Philip grinned as his fingers traced along a false bottom. Popping it open, the boy stared wide eyed at the secret compartment filled with shoujo manga. Digging them out, the lean boy flipped through it curious about why Shoutarou felt like he had to hide them. The manga was simple, about a college girl in love with her classmate, and at one point she got wet in the rain, and had to borrow the boy’s shirt. The shirt of course was too big for her, but yet something about it made the boy blush, and in the ended up kissing. It was so simple, yet so interesting…
Since their first time together during that fateful thunderstorm, Philip had been keenly aware at how Shoutarou looked at him. It was that same look the girl gave the boy she felt affection for, eager, and filled with some sort of longing. The Kamen Rider had wanted so badly to repeat the events of that night, for that simple kiss like the manga characters to lead back to the bed. Well! If a dress shirt worked for this girl, why shouldn’t it work for him?
Pulling up to the Agency, Shoutaruo sighed pulling off his helmet. It was a long day, and all the Detective wanted to do was kick his feet up for the rest of the evening.
Throwing the door open, Shoutarou threw his hat on the rack, he tugged at his tie, “Philip I’m-“
Philip smiled to himself, amused that the boy fell still, the words dying in his mouth. After reading that manga, the lean Kamen Rider dug through Shoutarou’s clothes and grabbed one of his favorite soft white dress shirts. He had stripped down, throwing his clothes on the couch, only dawning his aibou’s shirt, and waited until he heard the boy’s motorcycle out front. And as soon as he heard the familiar sound, Philip jumped on Shoutarou’s dark desk his bare legs dangling over the edge, waiting for the door to open.
“O-Oi! P-P-Philip! What are you doing?!” Shoutarou stuttered, walking over slowly. His face was flushed a wonderful shade of pink, and his dark eyes were wide in shock.
Swinging his legs gently, Philip’s lips curled into a smile, “I read that putting the clothes of the person youre in a relationship with is attractive!” Putting his finger to his lips, he murmured, “Is it true?”
Philip could visibly see, Shoutarou’s body language change as he approached slowly. His eyes were dark underneath his bangs, as he bit his lower lip gently.
“Philip…you shouldn’t do this…” The taller Kamen Rider muttered, reaching out to brush back some of Philips hair. “…That time…we both got carried away, I should be more Hard Boiled than that…”
But the boy sitting on the desk didn’t seem to agree, as he pressed Shoutarou’s hand against his cheek. “But aibou…” Philip hummed, lifting his face. Wrapping his arms around the boys’ neck, the smaller Kamen Rider interlocked his fingers. “…I want to get carried away.”
The shirt hung loosely off him, slid down his chest gently, giving Shoutarou a view of Philip’s pale lean chest. Taking in a sharp breath, the Detective let out a soft curse. The way that his smaller partner pouted his full lips was sinful.
For a moment there, Philip thought that those mangas he did a look up on were wrong, and this was not a good way to tempt your partner. But, suddenly Shoutaruo’s hands slid up his arms, and then grabbed at the small front buttons.
“Stupid…” Shoutarou muttered, “as if you knew what that meant…” But while he was complaining, his lean fingers were popping the buttons off, revealing Philip’s bare skin.
Philip let out a soft whine, feeling the light ghostly touches of Shoutarou’s fingers stroke his skin. Gently, the boy pulled his taller partner closer, wrapping his pale legs around the Detective’s waist. That was all it took, as Shoutarou leaned down and gently captured Philip’s lips.
A soft pleased noise escaped the Detective’s throat as he attacked his aibou’s lips. This time the kiss did not start off hesitant but greedy, Shoutaruo’s tongue probing the boy’s lips open. Philip melted against the touch, feeling the soft fabric sliding off his shoulders. Those hands of the young Detective trailed along his boyfriend’s body, tickling his lean abs.
Pulling away from the lips with a soft popping noise, Shoutarou whimpered, “Philip…why aren’t you wearing…”
Gasping, Philip quivered feeling those hands touch his length, “…underwear….?”
Shoutarou opened his mouth to respond back, but before he could, he could feel his partner press his palm against his firm crouch.
“ You’re pretty Hard Boiled down here…”
The teasing tone was answered by a sharp hissing noise as Philip busied himself with Shoutaruo’s belt. The smaller Kamen Rider didn’t have a lot of time to take pleasure in the noises from his aibou though, because just as his belt came undone, Shoutarou stole his lips again. The Detective’s kisses were deep, and eager, threatening to devour the boy right then and there.
“Mmmph!” Shoutarou wrapped his arms around the boys small waist, pulling him closer refusing to let this kiss go. Quickly the sounds of lewd wet kissing filed the Detective Agency, Philip’s hands pawing at Shoutarou’s pants, unzipping them and lowing them just enough.
Moans escaped the boy’s throats as they explored the taste of each other’s mouths. This specific taste of Shoutarou filled Philip with such wonder, he had no idea that something could be so addicting. That sensation of their lips was enough to light the smaller Kamen Rider on fire. It was fascinating how everything melted away, and how Philip felt the sudden need to become one once again. More than when they became W, something way more intense than that.
Shoutarou had gotten closer, and Philip could feel his aibou’s hot length press up against his thigh.
“Hnng, Shou-“
Suddenly Shoutarou fell still, as they heard another motorcycle roaring up to their front door.
Softly whining, Philip wiggled slightly on the desk, “Oi…wh-“ Sticking out his now flushed lips, the boy lifted his head, trying to steal away his partner’s lips once again.
Shoutarou bowed his head away, grabbing at Philip’s wrist giving it a quick pull, urging him on his feet. “Come on, we gotta hide!”
The two stumbled began to stumble towards the garage, the taller Kamen Rider desperately trying to hold his pants up around his thin waist. Philip made a loud noise of disapproval as they hurried through the sliding garage door. He didn’t understand what the problem was, and why Shoutarou was so terrified. All he knew was that he was desperate for his partner to touch him again.
As the door slid closed the Detective grabbed Philip’s waist turning him around. The boy opened his mouth in protest, but before a sound could escape, Shoutarou pressed his chest against his back, and slid his hand over Philip’s lips.
Just as he did that, the two could hear the door thrown open and the familiar voice of Ryo filled up the small room.
“Hiidari?!” His voice was irritated as his heavy footsteps moved around the office, “Philip? Tsk….of course…they’re off horsing around I bet”
“Hmm…” Philip made a soft noise behind Shoutarou’s hand, as the Detective shifted behind him. Shoutarou had pressed his hot length against his ass, hissing quietly in his ear. And suddenly, the smaller Kamen Rider knew why his aibou wanted to hide.
He wanted to continue this in private…
Ryu’s annoyed voice started disappear as Shoutarou probed Philip’s entrance causing his thin hips to buck back eagerly. But it wasn’t enough to actually enter, it was hesitant as if…as if the Detective wanted permission.
But Philip’s body was hot, burning, and screaming for Shoutarou to touch him. Reaching behind himself, the smaller Kamen Rider grabbed the Detective’s free hand, and brought it around front. Slowly he brushed the captured hand across his pleasure, uncontrollably quivering at the sensation. The signal was loud and clear, touch me.
And that was all in invitation Shoutarou needed, as he grabbed Philip’s waist, burying himself within the smaller body, despite the visitor behind a few yards away.
Ah yes…the tip from the shoujo manga really did the trick.
