Accurate Cosplay (Patreon)

Hank nervously and giddily trotted through the main hall of the convention center in his costume. Others like him also populated the crowded room, waiting for fans of their respective fandoms to stop them and take some photos. This was his first time donning his outfit in public, having spent weeks putting it together in his free time.

Proud as he was of his efforts, he was still shy about being out there on his own. He sheepishly asked Dan if he could accompany him, and Dan generously agreed, although now that he was standing in the center of the room, he began to regret it. He wasn't into any of this anime or gaming shit, merely tolerating it when Hank started to talk at length about either subject. 

Looking upon all of the costumes on the convention floor was interesting for a little bit, as quite a few of them were leaving little to the imagination, but after a while they all started to blur together. Becoming desperate for distraction as they were stopped for the 5th time for photos, Dan took a look down at Hank, for the first time noticing how short the skirt (sorry, the tunic) was on Hank. Also, Hank had been understandably excited to show off his costume, but he seemed to be breathing kind of hard...

He guided Hank by the shoulders to the nearest bathroom, saying he thought he saw something on his costume that needed inspection. Convinced there was some flaw in his costume that required immediate attention, he went willingly into a stall, but was then abruptly bent over the toilet with a squeal. Dan pulled the end of Hank's tunic up high.

Dan whistled. "Whoa. It sorta looked like it, but I can't believe it..."

"Okay!" Hank huffed, turning beet red. "Okay, you've found me out, now let's go back out there! The cosplay parade is starting soon!"

Dan didn't let go, and Hank didn't straighten himself. Dan's hand pulled left and right, steering Hank's ass along with it. "Is this uh... part of the character's costume?" He said, using his other hand to get a grip on Hank's asscheek.

Hank bowed his head forward, resting his sword hand on the top of the toilet. "Yes. Probably. There's... evidence of it... for this iteration of the character. Now let's get back out there, okay?" Despite his protests, Hank kept his posture, waiting for Dan to relinquish his grip. Dan couldn't help but notice that Hank's cock was getting harder.

"Is being a kinky little fuck part of the costume, too?" Dan said, pushing the tunic up over Hank's tail, continuing to knead the ass in front of him, thumb travelling closer to Hank's asshole.

Hank kept his head bowed, not saying anything. But he pushed his ass ever-so-slightly into Dan's grip. After a moment, he spoke quietly.

"... Are you gonna do anything, or what? If not..."

Dan unzipped his fly.

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I had plans for making several different versions for this picture, but I've over-extended myself a bit this month and had to cut it down. I hope this pic still pleases you!