Anton groaned, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Jay's shoulders. How did he get here? He'd… he'd been cleaning the house on his day off, he was running a little behind, but all he had left was a mess he'd just noticed on the kitchen counter. It was likely Davesprite's fault again, at least that's who he was blaming it on anyways. It was sweaty work, but at least his outfit was breezy enough.
It was part joke, part bedroom business that brought the maid's dress into the house, but it was all his idea to wear it as he cleaned. Everything else he owned was far from breathable, and he was tired of sweating through all his clothes as he cleaned. It was mostly an exhausted lark that drove him to wear the dress, but by now it was habit, the outfit a part of his ritual as he tidied up his share of the house. He'd die of embarrassment if anyone else caught him like this, but he was always done cleaning hours before anyone else was due back. Even running as late as he was, it was still at best an hour before anyone else came home.
And then Jay was home early.
He was about ready to crawl under a rock for the rest of his life when they told him he looked so good in the dress, hardly able to hold themself back as they approached him.
Which ultimately led him to his current predicament, pinned quite handily against the counter as Jay hickeyed up his bare neck. His eyes rolled back, his fingers scratching down their back as they sucked another hickey to his collar. "Ah! S-- Suja?" He tried to ask.
"Asleep, in the other room," Jay mumbled into his neck, nuzzling into his Adam's apple.
"O-oh…" he mumbled. "Ah-- T-- Tori and Davesprite?"
Jay giggled. "Still a few hours out, it's still early." They gently scraped their teeth over his collar. "Why? Do you think we won't be done by then?" They playfully asked.
Anton was already so very red, but managed to go a couple shades darker at that. "I j-- just finished cleaning in here," he managed to mumble.
Jay gave a knowing nod. "I'd hate to… mess up your hard work," they murmured, stepping away to give Anton his space.
He huffed absently, and his knees wobbled for a moment without their support.
"Careful," Jay murmured, offering their arm.
Anton huffed, giving them a stern glare for a moment before he grabbed their arm. With a second stern look he tugged them along, leading them back to their shared room.
Jay giggled as they followed his lead, letting the bedroom door click shut behind them as they buried themself in his arms for the second time that afternoon.