I wrote a Gunpei/Hant fic. Oh snap. Spoilers for GP 27.


Hant fiddled with the hem of the skirt, cheeks flushed as he peered up from under his eyelashes. "Anou… Do I have to wear this?"

He was wearing the outfit he wore for Osen-san, the hat adorning his head.

Gunpei nodded, eyes racking over the other man's figure, taking in how shapely the dress seemed to be, despite the lack of boobs, and he began to circle around Hant, eyes taking their time enjoying the view.

The outfit might not have been as bold as the maid outfit Hant once wore, but the simple shirt and skirt look fit the Green Go-Onger perfectly. Not to mention it was easy on the eyes.

Gunpei stopped right behind Hant, eyes flicking over to the door, ensuring it was locked, before focusing back on the man in front of him.

Hant turned his head a bit, enough to see the shape of the Black Go-Onger, before a hand rested on his shoulder, forcing him straight ahead. "Ne… Gunpei?"

"Quiet." was breathed into his ear, making him shiver, feeling lips on his neck, another arm wrapping around his waist. He leaned into the embrace, caught up in the feeling of lips and tongue on his skin to realize the hand on his shoulder was gone, slipping under his skirt, raising it, coming into contact with his boxers.

Hant froze, tensing up at the bold move. Gunpei's hand paused, hovering over Hant's groin.

"Hant."

The Green Go-Onger shuddered at the vibration on his shoulder, twisting around so he was facing his fellow comrade. He rested his forehead against Gunpei's, keeping eye contact, waiting.

Gunpei searched the other man's eyes before smirking, "Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?"

Hant grinned, wrapping his arms around Gunpei's neck as Gunpei's grip tightened around his waist, "I can guess."