A Well Needed Distraction [Zac]

[Zachary LaRousse]

Though Zac wouldn’t admit it (at least not out in the open he wouldn’t), one of the things that excite him extremely is the feeling of being dominated. Despite his overall arrogant-aggressive personality, such kink quirk evokes a feeling akin to a forbidden pleasure, upping his libido to unprecedented levels, thereby (according to him, that is) making his release all the more powerful satisfying. While he wouldn’t mind being in control in times like these – and usually, he is – the look on Moe’s face tells him that it would be more rewarding for both of them if he’d just sit back and relax, and let the once innocent fairy lead the way.

The smug teen tried to keep his hands away from Moe (which is hard considering how the smaller boy is teasing him with that skirt of his), acting cool and composed – even whistling as he walked – as they entered the post office. He kept his hands to his pockets, partly in an effort to stop them from dragging the Japanese boy to a dark corner and just proceed with the dirty deed right there and then, and partly to distract people from his growing tent. He knew he shouldn’t have worn skinnies this morning.

He almost lost his cool however, when Moe curled around him and shoved a card onto his face, subtly pressing their bodies together. Darn it. Vincent has thought this kid well, he smirked, shaking his head as grabbed the card from Moe’s hands and walked over to the side to sign it. “Ren’s his name right?” Leaning down was rather hard considering how constricting his pants were already, and adding the frequent shivers his body was experiencing due to the level of excitement he’s in, it took quite some time for him to steady his pen, much less write a short message for Moe’s little brother.

Just when he thought things would finally cool down a bit, he found himself dragged into a relatively secluded, his lips once again being devoured by the smaller boy. “Pfft? MoeMoe calls this bad?” he teased, his cheeks red and his breathing a bit heavy, “This is nothing.” While he did expect the straddling that followed soon after, he did not see the whole panty-slinging coming. Boy was that something new.

He promptly shoved the discarded underwear in his back pocket before leaving (he’s sure Moe wouldn’t want to leave his stuff behind, or does he?), waving innocently at the attendant as he walked out. He unconsciously licked his lips when he saw Moe, his pants becoming a little bit tighter at the knowledge that the small boy has nothing beneath that fluffy skirt. “Shall we drive along town now?” he asked, winking as he gave Moe’s thighs a suggestive pat.

“Tease me a bit more and I just might wet my pants already,” he whispered, lightly biting the boy’s ear as they walked towards his car, “You wouldn’t want me to embarrass myself, don’t you?”.

Screw Vincent. He’s going to get Moe if it’s the last thing he does.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe nodded when Zac asked for his brother's name, toying with his outfit in a what could be casual, but clearly wasn't, way. Vincent really has taught Moe well, though some of his things he does are of his own ideas, and I'll leave you to decide which are which. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress, he fanned himself again.

If Zac didn't think this was bad, then he'd just have to amp up his game. As the boy finally returned to his side, the teen writhed slightly, stretching out and pretending to yawn. "Mm, yes, Moemoe thinks we should look for his flat now." He said sweetly, head tilting as Zac bit his ear, hips jerking a little in response. As the pair of them hopped into the car, the tiny brunette settled down in the leather seat, skirt riding up as he settled, one hand resting on the top of Zac's thigh.

"Oh, trust me." Misato growled playfully, rising his hand further. "You wont be just releasing once, that's a promise." Ignoring the seatbelt - something he knew his dad would fume about - the Japanese teen slowly crept into Zac's lap, yoinking the keys out of his hand and jangling them above his head. "Where's the first flat?" He asked, peppering Zac's neck with little kisses, hips rolling forward over and over as he did so. It was at this point that Moe was grateful he'd flung his panties away, they would have been rather painful to wear in this situation.

Eventually, once he thought he'd wound his companion up enough, he settled back into the passenger seat, caressing the stick shift suggestively. "Lets go." The blonde cooed, waiting for Zac to twist the key in the ignition and take them to the first place. The sooner they get going, the sooner Moe can pull out one of his trump cards in getting Zac right where he wants him.

Another part of Moe is actually quite excited to find a nice flat. It's his first part of independence. First step flat, second step car, third step... puppy. Moe desperately wants a puppy.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac knew that Moe wouldn’t just stop teasing him when they reach his car. He’s finally wrapped his head around the idea that Moe’s really a rather kinky kid; denial won’t get him anywhere after all. Moe wouldn’t just stop all of a sudden; he might be naughty, but he’s definitely not sadistic (or at least Zac hopes he isn’t). And besides from what Zac can see (and what his animal senses can, well, sense), the Japanese boy’s just as flustered as he is, if not even more.

The mimic constantly reminded himself not to ogle much at the boy’s skirt as they walked, but the knowledge that Moe was very much an easy prey right now (as he has nothing under that frilly dress of his) was just too much. Combine that with the suggestive way Moe moves along the street and you have a very aroused Zac. Not even his knuckles could hide the bulging tent he has in his pants, and frankly, he doesn’t really care much anymore.

He simply let a small moan escape him when Moe rubbed his thighs, and was just about to start his car when he felt the boy move from the passenger’s seat to his lap. “Fuck,” was all he could say as Moe straddled him and started planting kisses on his neck. For the first few moments, Zac could only grunt in response, tilting his head back as he let Moe leave his mark(s) on his skin. “With what you’re doing,” he said in between breaths, “Twice is definitely not enough.” He let his hands explore what’s underneath the MoeMoe skirt, his fingers gently caressing the smooth skin as he pushed Moe closer to his hips (who are obviously in dire need of attention already).

Another pitiful whimper left him as Moe got off his lap. He was rather thankful for it though; would it have continued for a bit more, he would’ve exploded right there and then. Not to mention he finally found his voice once more (as his vocabulary earlier consisted of mere moans and groans). “The first flat’s just a few blocks away,” he winked, making bite-like gestures towards Moe as he revved his car up, “Don’t worry, we’ll be there in…two-three minutes?”

Though with what he just experienced now, he’d rather their whole search be over in a minute already.

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[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe giggled almost sadisticly at Zac's whimpers, arching primly into each touch, cheeks flushed. "Zac..." He murmured, licking his lips and biting them, wriggling weakly in the seat as the revs pulsed through his skin. "Mn. Better make it three." The brunette mumbled, an incredibly naughty idea flashing into his mind. Indeed, as the car pulled out of the parking slot, the tiny teen unzipped Zac's fly, humming innocently, checking the area, before disappearing from sight.

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After a few minutes, the brunette peered eagerly out of the window, his hands pressed to the door. He was so excited to see what the first flat had in store for him, his fingers knotting in the cord of his bag. At least Zac wouldn't be making anyone wonder if he had a ruler in his pants anymore. He just hoped he still looked presentable. The car moved round a corner and Moe let out a girlish squeal, squeezing Zac's hand. "Is that it?" He squeaked, nearly bouncing in his own seat.

When parked up, Misato had disappeared in a cloud of pixie dust out of the door and towards the "to Let" sign, bouncing on his toes and clapping his hands together. "Oh Zaczac, tell Pete-San that he is wonderful!" He said softly, hurrying forward to peer around the garden. "Oh, it's so dear and well kept!" Gripping Zac's hand, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and began snapping at the place, eagerness palpable.

"Is the landlord nice?" He asked nervously, tugging down his dress and making himself look as well behaved and sweet as possible. "Moe wants to leave a good impression." Yes, a good impression that doesn't quite equal the same as the impression he's left on Zac today. Grabbing out his compact, he began primping and making sure there were no tell tale signs of his previous activities obvious on his face.

"Then Zaczac and Moe can maybe have a little fun." The brunette cooed, snapping the mirror shut and batting his lashes.

[Zachary LaRousse]

It goes without saying that Zac’s mood improved immensely when Moe finally gave it to him. Granted it wasn’t how he would’ve wanted to get off, but at least his pants weren’t so tight and constricting anymore. And besides, Moe told him that there was more to come (pun totally intended) after they’ve looked through all the flats Pete recommended. “Now I’m thinking I should drag you off for a road trip,” he teased as his breath started returning to normal.


“We’re here,” Zac beamed as they passed by their first stop. The street right in front of the complex was a bit crowded, so they had to go further down just so he could park. “Sorry ‘bout that Moe. It’s just a couple of-“ Even before he could finish his sentence, the boy was already a couple of paces in front of him, leaving a trail of pixie dust in his wake. Zac simply shook his head at Moe’s enthusiasm, and promptly followed shortly.

While he wasn’t really fond of gardening (or anything that’ll involve him dirtying his hands up anyway), he would admit that the garden was indeed well kept. The grass was nicely trimmed and no trace of weeds can be found. “Indeed. And I might just have the perfect plant to give MoeMoe as a house warming present,” he smiled, remembering the holly Luke gave him a couple of months ago. He figured it would be better for the plant to be out in the sun instead of being stuck in his room. Hopefully Luke wouldn’t mind.

Zac rang the doorbell as Moe prettied himself up. “I haven’t met him. But Pete says he’s nice. Says he met the guy when he was grocery shopping a dozen times before.” He let his eyes wander around the compound. Truly it was wonderful. But in his mind, for a teen living alone, wouldn’t it be too big? “You sure you can maintain all of this Moe? Not that I doubt your abilities, but if I were me, this would look like a dump in, oh, two weeks?”

Without a moment too soon, the landlord came out and welcomed them. “Here we go Moe,” he said, holding the boy’s hand as the man ushered them both in.

[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe continued to gush at how beautiful the place was, tilting his head at Zac and giggling. "Moe is tidy. He likes to clean when he's stressed or bored." He admitted sweetly, tilting his head. "It means I can keep a puppy." He added, smiling softly. "Moe really wants a puppy." He nodded, wrapping his arms around himself.

As the landlord let them in, Misato was the picture of nice, shaking his hand and talking eagerly about how he was a very tidy, very good student who was financially sound. Every now and then, he'd give the blonde boy's hand a squeeze for reassurance, tittering softly when asked if Zac was his boyfriend. "No." Moe began, flushed. "We're just close. Close friends." The brunette gave a little glance over his shoulder at Zac, winking, then inspected the kitchen.

"It's perfect." He sighed, peeping into the two bedrooms and making a mental note as to which bedroom would be the guest room. "Zac, it's really great." He chewed on his lower lip, then fished out his sketchpad, jotting down ideas for the varying rooms, positively radiating enthusiasm. Sketching out the rooms, he tucked the drawings back into his bright pink bag, then headed back over to the landlord, discussing prices, and that he'd be back in contact soon, with an offer.

Heart beating a little in his chest, Misato ran into Zac, leaping into his arms and wrapping his legs around him. "You're amazing." He cooed, cuddling onto the taller boy with a happy smile. "Moe is going to own a flat! A pretty, perfect flat that he can invite Zac over to visit all the time." A sideways glance to the sofa followed. "... We can have fun." Moe chirruped, a little wicked sparkle in his eye.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Really? Then why are we out scouting for places then? Can’t I just ask the administration to make you my roommate?” Zac teased, giving the Japanese boy another pinch on the nose bridge as they waited for the landlord to come. When he cleans his room, he does it exceptionally well. Unfortunately, such drive only comes only once or twice a month; the rest of the time, his room’s just like how any other stereotypical teenage boy’s room is – generally unkept, untidy but still relatively livable. “A puppy eh? What kind? I had a cute little Siberian puppy once,” he recalled, ruffling MoeMoe’s hair like he did to his dog once, “He got bitten by a snake though. When the biomanipulators came, it was too late.”

Zac flashed a wide smile to the landlord when he first greeted them. He did try to clarify early on that Moe was the one renting the place; he was just a friend who accompanied the sweet teen. “N’aww. Moe’s way out of my league,” he chuckled as he promptly told Moe he’d probably be sitting the rest of the tour out. Not that he wasn’t interested, but he figures Moe would want some private time to discuss matters with his potential landlord. So instead he sat down on the couch, grabbed his phone and idly checked on his phone messages.

He had just stood up, finishing his thank-you message to Pete when he was suddenly tackled by the smaller boy. It’s the good thing Moe isn’t really that big of a teen, else he would’ve fallen flat on the floor and might’ve knocked out a few of the décor in the process. Not really what Moe would’ve wanted, right? “You sure about that MoeMoe?” he asked as he tried to find his balance again, his hands instinctively curling around the boy’s light frame, smirking as he caught the boy’s naughty stare, “I might drop by a little more frequent than what you might expect.” Much like how he was almost always at Vincent’s flat during the spring break, to the point of him not leaving for around two consecutive days or something, but Moe didn’t need to know that.

Walking over the landlord with Moe still in his arms (now he knows what JD feels like when he clings to him like crazy), he promptly shook his hands and nodded in respect. “So I’m guessing we’re done here Moe? Where off to next?” They had a few more apartments they could look at in his list, but if Moe’s already set with this one, they could always skip them and look at clothes. Or better yet, head down to his house already to relax.

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[Misato Hazukashi]

Moe thought on Zac's question. "Moe would like a little dog, something he can carry around. Maybe two dogs." He sighed gently at the image of having his face washed by two tiny puppies, fussing over them and giving them all his love. "Poor baby!" He squealed, eyes filling with tears. "Moe would stomp on any snakes that came near his puppies." The brunette huffed, pulling a slightly grumpy face.

With his arms and legs utterly latched to Zac, he smiled and nodded at the questions, hair bobbing. "Zaczac and Moe can go to his place now." The brunette cooed softly, nibbling on Zac's earlobe as they left the apartment, papers stowed in Moe's bag. "Moe is really grateful." He added mischievously, slipping out of Zac's arms and down back onto the pavement, curling his fingers round and round his hair.

He paused a moment as he leant against the yellow Porsche, looking over his shoulder. "Does Zac have condoms? We might need quite a few~" He giggled, toying with the back of his skirt and arching a little, the picture of seduction. "Moe only has two in his purse, and they might not be big enough for Zaczac's special package. We don't want constriction." He smirked, stretching out and yawning.

As the car unlocked, the brunette slid into the front seat and licked his lips. "Lets go." He purred.