Honda glanced up and down the hallway, trying to decide if this was a good idea. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door in front of him before he lost the nerve. Worst that could happen would be that there'd be no answer, right?

Mokuba was lying in bed, every now and then lifting up the covers. Yup, boobs still there. He sighed. Why couldn't he be back to normal like everyone else? A knock on the door interrupted his self pity. "Yes?" He called out.

Part of Honda was surprised by the response from inside, even though he'd been half expecting it. "Can I come in, or do you want me to go away?" he called through the door, hoping none of the other servants were nearby.

Mokuba had been afraid that it was one of the servants. Only Isono knew of his current predicament, and he really wanted to keep it that way. But Honda had seen him as a girl, had been one himself, and he really wanted some company..."Yeah, you can come in." He quickly looked in a mirror, brushing any random strands of hair down.

Honda quickly slipped into the room, quietly shutting the door behind himself before turning to look at Mokuba. "You're hiding in bed?" he remarked after gaping for a moment. "I guess I'm the only one who wasn't sitting and waiting to turn back."

"I am not hiding!" Mokuba threw off his covers and crossed his arms. He was wearing his usual sleeping outfit of short shorts and a t-shirt, which was a little tighter than usual. "And I liked being a girl. I just wouldn't mind being a boy again, that's all."

Honda walked over to the foot of Mokuba's bed. "Oh, yes, my mistake. You're sitting in bed, not hiding." He smiled as he watched the fabric moving against Mokuba's curves. "What's been different about being a girl beyond the obvious physical difference?"

Mokuba shrugged. "I don't know. I'm totally stretching out my shirts, so I'll have to throw some away." He smiled as he thought about last night. "But that's okay. So, uh, how did your last night go?"

"My night was obviously much less fun than yours." Honda raised an eyebrow and sat down on the end of the bed. "Uh, pardon the stupid question, but why do you need to wear a shirt if you're not even leaving your room?"

He really wasn't expecting him to say that, and he couldn't help but giggle. "Well, I suppose that's true." Mokuba looked at Honda and grinned. "Should I take it off then?"

Honda shrugged and grinned back. "If you want to. I'm certainly not going to complain if you do."

"I didn't imagine you would." Mokuba wondered if he should. Really, what harm would it do? And if he could tease Honda, well, that was worth it. He slowly pulled off his shirt and tossed it somewhere in the room. "Aaah, that does feel better." He cupped one of his breasts and made it jiggle a little, something he hadn't gotten tired of since he first got them.

Honda pulled his legs completely onto the bed and slid a bit closer. "You know," Honda briefly debated where to look, then went with the obvious choice, "the one thing I'll miss more than anything about having to change back so soon is that I didn't get to play much with female body parts."

Mokuba blushed, something that he had been doing more since he turned into a girl. "That's a shame. I've gotten plenty of time to get to know mine." He shifted himself so his breasts brushed on Honda. "Ooops, sorry about that," he said with a fake innocent tone.

Honda closed his eyes and bit back a gasp. "And just when I thought you couldn't get any better at faking cute and innocent..." He shook his head before opening his eyes again. "I'm sure you know how much that sounds like an open invitation." He leaned in, hoping Mokuba would rub against him again.

"That's how it was supposed to sound, silly." He started to lean in closer, then thought better of it and leaned back, resting on the pillows. "Unless you don't want to touch....?" He rubbed himself, closing his eyes and making an "O" shaped mouth. What the hell was he doing, coming on to Honda? It must be these female hormones or something.

"Oh, I definitely want to touch." Honda crawled over to lie down next to Mokuba. "Especially since you obviously have no objections right now." He reached over with one hand and began stroking Mokuba's chest with the pad of his thumb.

Mokuba opened his eyes when he felt Honda touch him. "I wouldn't want you not having properly...explored...and everything." He let Honda's thumb trail along before grabbing his hand and bring it to his mouth. "You don't have to just use your hand, you know." He licked one of Honda's fingers, from the base to the tip, slowly.

Honda moaned softly, then leaning down to brush his lips against the one of Mokuba's nipples. "That more to your liking?" he asked, opening his mouth to start licking and sucking.

He let out a little moan in response. Tongues were always better than fingers. He wrapped a leg over Honda and pulled him closer, all the while licking at his fingers. "I think it would only be fair if you had your shirt off too." With his free hand he tugged at Honda's shirt.

"Mm, great idea," Honda murmured as he moved to the other nipple. "Too bad I'll need my hand back to get it off." To illustrate this, he tugged gently on the hand trapped in Mokuba's.

Mokuba finished licking a finger and then let the hand fall from his. He brought his free hand to join the other in pulling up Honda's shirt, helping get it over Honda's arms. Instead of breaking the contact of Honda's tongue on him to fully pull off the shirt, Mokuba let his hands trail down Honda's back. He liked the way it felt, and wondered how Honda kept himself up. "Do you work out...or are you just naturally built like this?"

"Guess," Honda teased without lifting his mouth away from Mokuba's skin. He brought one hand up to resume stroking Mokuba's chest, while the other moved slowly down to the waistband of Mokuba's short shorts. Honda tried not to show that he was uncertain how far he'd be allowed to go with this.

He thought about making some smart comment--it was a natural tendency--but he didn't want to jeopardize the position he was in. Not that he wouldn't finish off on his own if Honda left, but it was always better when it was someone else's hands. Instead he pinched him on the back of the shoulder, though when he felt Honda's hand go lower he began to massage the shoulder instead. He wiggled around a little in anticipation, bringing up his knee to rub against Honda's crotch.

Honda gasped at the sudden pressure against his crotch. Pulling away slightly, he briefly struggled to finish removing his shirt, then threw it to the floor. He leaned over and pressed his mouth to Mokuba's, while his hands began tugging Mokuba's shorts down.

Mokuba smirked at Honda's surprise, and when Honda's mouth met his, he pressed his lips hard against him. It was a lot different then kissing Moki. He pictured his other self's face, and for a moment he thought that maybe he should pull away. The feeling of Honda's hand so close, though, brought him back to the present, and he slipped his hands from Honda's back to his stomach, running up and down before his fingers slipped under his pants, just enough to tease.

Honda moaned, breaking the harsh kiss. He began trailing brief, hard kisses down Mokuba's neck and chest as he pulled his shorts down his hips.

Mokuba's chest rose and fell as his breathing increased. Little moans escaped his mouth as he felt the lips trail down his body, leaving what felt like mini scorch marks on his body. His hands rubbed his sides and went up to Honda's head, pushing him gently as he opened his legs a little wider.

Honda pulled Mokuba's shorts off completely, and those quickly joined the other clothes scattered on the floor. He shifted to settle in between Mokuba's legs. His mouth continued the trail downward, making the kisses closer and closer together as he approached Mokuba's navel. One hand came up to explore the newly uncovered area between Mokuba's legs, while the other moved further up to again fondle a soft breast.

"Ohhhh!" Mokuba gripped the sheets. Part of him wanted to close his legs at the sudden hand between them, and he was happy that Honda's body was there to keep him from doing that. Instead, he opened them farther. He brought one hand up to rub his other breast, pinching the nipple occasionally, hissing out each time.

Honda smirked slightly, Mokuba's vocal appreciation was very good to hear. Reaching Mokuba's navel, Honda's tongue dipped in and out. At the same time, one finger slid effortlessly in and out of the opening of Mokuba's decidedly female anatomy.

Mokuba moaned again, squirming around some. It didn't matter how many times he had something in him the other day, it still felt weird. Good, of course, but weird. His hand that was tangled up in the sheets came to rest on his hip, sliding from the outside to the inside of his thigh. He'd rather have something else to do with his hands, maybe make Honda moan, but his hands wouldn't get much farther than the shoulders. "So," he breathed out, "enjoying playing with my, ahhh, parts?"

"Oh yes," Honda replied huskily. "I know you're enjoying it too." He removed his hands from Mokuba's body and scooted down. After a moment of indecision, he lightly licked Mokuba's inner thigh, brushing his tongue against the tips of the fingers there. He lapped at the area his finger had been moments before, then looked up for the reaction.

When Honda scooted down Mokuba propped himself up with his arms, just enough to watch what was going on. There was something sexy about watching, like when Honda licked his thigh, and his breath caught in his throat. And when his tongue moved, it was almost too much to watch and Mokuba tossed his head back, eyes closed, mouth opened in silent pleasure. He looked back down, his face flushed, with cloudy eyes. "More of...of that."

Honda could feel himself getting even more aroused by Mokuba's reactions, especially when he saw those eyes had clouded over. Not trusting his voice, he leaned down again to oblige the request, thrusting his tongue in. He moved his tongue around and savored the strange taste. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. He scooted up and pinned Mokuba, pressing his still-clothed erection against Mokuba's sensitized, naked body.
narcisticmokuba: Mokuba let himself fall back onto the pillows and his hands wandered over his body. He could feel himself getting wetter, and then Honda's slick tongue doing all sorts of wonderful things. Noises spilled freely from his lips. When the sensation stopped he pouted, but when he felt Honda press against him he couldn't help but grin. "Someone's a happy boy." Since he couldn't reach down with his hands and get those pants off him because he was pinned, he instead tried his best to wiggle underneath him.

Honda closed his eyes and moaned. He shifted his weight and began sucking greedily on Mokuba's lower lip. "You plan to do something about it?" he asked, breath ragged, as he leaned up to start teasing Mokuba's earlobe.

"No." Mokuba tried to sound serious, but knew he failed by the way his voice squeaked out. He continued rubbing his body against Honda's, and it felt good the way his breasts moved against his chest. "Would you prefer my hands? My mouth? Or did you want to stick it," he lifted up his hips, "somewhere else?"

Honda's eyes widened. "While choices one and two sound very good, I really like that third option." He propped himself up on his arms and glanced around. "Where do you have condoms?"

Mokuba tilted his head to the nightstand that was right on their left. He contemplated reaching for it, since he was free now, but thought of something better to do. "Top drawer, in the candy bowl." He decided to use his free hands to start undoing Honda's pants, which really should have been off forever ago.

Honda nodded and reached over while keeping his eyes on Mokuba. He opened the drawer and pulled one out of the bowl without looking at it. Setting it down on the bed, he grinned as Mokuba unfasten his pants. He then yanked them down, biting back a moan of pleasure at the fabric moving against his skin. He picked up the condom again to put it on.

Mokuba quickly snatched the condom from Honda's hand. "I'll do that." He scooted himself from under Honda and pushed him to lean back. While he unwrapped the condom he leaned down and ran his tongue up the length, just like he did with Honda's fingers earlier. He slowly slid the condom down, and when he was done he sat up and kissed him, letting his tongue slide in for a moment. "All better now."

Honda nodded mutely, and put his arms around Mokuba to pull him closer. He pressed his lips against his throat, trying to resist the urge to suck hard enough to leave a mark. Pressing their mouths together again, he rolled over so that he was lying on top of Mokuba again.

Mokuba wondered if Honda was going to leave a mark, and wondered more if he would mind it or not. The thought passed when he was flipped over and back underneath him, lips crushed against him. He pulled away from the kiss and brought his mouth down to the base of Honda's neck, where he began kissing and nipping. His leg rubbed up against the inside of Honda's. Mokuba brought his head up to give Honda a quick kiss before leaning back into the pillows.

Honda slid his hands down to Mokuba's thighs and moved them apart, settling between them again. He brushed his lips lightly against the juncture of Mokuba's neck and shoulder before thrusting.

He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. It hurt less this time than last night, and Mokuba could feel himself calming down quickly. He started massaging a breast with one hand, and the other hand he ran up Honda's arm. Small gasps and moans starting pouring out from him, and each thrust made him get a little louder.

Honda closed his eyes, and pushed everything but the feeling of Mokuba out of his mind. Pressing his lips against Mokuba's jaw, he thrust a few more times before he came. Panting heavily, he slid out and rolled onto his back.

Mokuba lay on his back for a few minutes, his breathing slowing down. "Well, we were on the bed this time," he said, somewhat laughing, as he glanced over at Honda.

"Heh, that's true." Honda laughed a little and turned to look at Mokuba. "Shame I can't stay in here with you all day, but I think I should get back to the reason you pay me."

Mokuba looked at him, confused, until it finally hit him. "Oh, right, you're my employee." He sat up and stretched, and then walked over and started gathering clothes. He handed Honda's to him. "Well, I suppose that if your dusting isn't as thorough today as it usually is, I won't hold it against you." Mokuba slipped his shorts on, and when he went to put on his shirt he thought about what Honda said earlier. Oh, what the hell, he'd leave it off.

"You're just such an understanding employer." Honda brushed his lips against Mokuba's before turning away. He tossed the used condom into the trash and started getting dressed. Once he was done, he smiled and opened the door to slip out. "See you later."

"Yeah, see ya!" He waved, flopping down on the chair in his room once his door was shut.