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Secrets From The Heart	By : lv90047 Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 5376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Junjou Romantica—nor is any profit made! That right belongs to the wonderful Shungiku Nakamura!

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Hello, my fellow readers! Welcome to the naughtiness of chapter two. ^^ Hopefully you all can enjoy this steamy new update. ;)

Quivers cascaded down that lightsome body based off the blistering promise Akihiko had assured him.
"No..." he said in that feeble voice, hopelessly trying to ignore those explicit words. "I...I don't wanna hear anymore—"
Bewitching laughter erupted from that marvelous voice. "Don't you get it, Misaki? You are my maid, so you have no choice but to obey me." He grunted, licking his lips deliciously. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you, you spread your legs and do whatever you can with that delectable body of yours to satisfy me...and you will not stop until I say so. Do make myself clear, my sweet pet?"
Shameful pleasure designated the teen's heartbeat. "Of c-course, M-Master." He stuttered, casting his eyes downward. "It w-was very w-wrong of me to question y-you."
Naked triumph surged within those lilac eyes. "Good boy."
Relieved, the teen raised his head...only to see those beautiful orchids locked within his innocent gaze. Excitement coursed through every fiber of his body. Akihiko's gaze felt hot amongst his face. He felt so many things within it. So many things that one shouldn't be able to feel through a simple expression—power, confidence, eagerness, and most definitely lust. He felt the man running his fingertips amongst his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps blossoming within their wake. Akihiko smirked, amused with his tactics. He rested a hand upon the teen's cheek, tracing along the curve of the polished cheekbone. Misaki nestles against the hand, feeling that welcomed warmth seeping into his face.
Before he has time to think, the man's mouth is upon his. A blissful sigh escapes the teen's lips. Akihiko's kiss brings forth the remnant of another Misaki. One who has never denied his perverted companion. One who is not ashamed when his body thrills at the feel of those enthralling lips upon his. One who relishes the touch of those heavenly fingers brushing through the fabric of his costume. This Misaki surrenders to the concepts of physical pleasure rather than succumbing to the hesitance he's always known. The other side of him, the one that would deny these indecencies at all times, does no longer have control over his actions.
Without realizing it, he laces his arms amongst that powerful neck, desperately trying to secure himself within that lingering presence. He's scared, worried that he might succumb to his Master's advances and the pleasure Akihiko provides. That can't happen; Misaki won't allow it. Yet acting amongst these decisions are a lot harder than it seems, since the author's skills are beyond compare and almost impossible not to give in to.
Misaki knew he had to do something before the author ravaged him completely.
"M-master, we can't do this now!" he protested, placing his hands upon that broad chest, "I have chores to take care of. Please let me go so I can prepare dinner for you."
Akihiko clicked his tongue, not looking too willing to release his adorable maid and let him escape, but reluctantly retracted his arms and stepped away. "All right then," he said, a sigh accompanying his words, "but once you have finished cooking, I'm going to have my way with you; mark my words.''
For a moment, Misaki thinks he'll become lost within those eyes. That'll he'll drown and drown into the sea of gorgeous violet until he no longer wishes to find his way back. But then those words drift their way back to him: Once you have finished cooking...I'm going to have my way with you.
Emotions flared throughout the regions of his body. "Yes," Misaki whispered, the blush evident amongst his cheeks. He is breathing hard, though this time from something far more complex than embarrassment. "Whatever you want. Use me in every way you see fit. Cover me in marks...let the world know that I belong to you."
Booming laughter erupted from those sweet lips. "You're being quite shameless, my sweet pet."
"I guess," Misaki said quietly, tracing his fingers against that flawless chest. "But you seem to like it, don't you...Master?"
Akihiko's breath hitched as he regarded the teen hungrily. "You enjoy tempting me, don't you?"
"No," the teen uttered simply, meeting the stare within those fiery eyes. "I'm just pointing out the factors you seem to enjoy."
Desire trickled through the man, melting over him like heated chocolate. Unable to help it, his body shimmered in motion. He pulled the boy into his arms, and claimed his lips in a hot searing kiss. When their lips smashed together, the author felt like he was walking on air. It was magic, the way those lips synced with his. His mouth was so warm, the caress of those lips were softer than anything he could have imagined. A blissful groan abandoned that powerful built. These mere kisses were his salvation and torment. He lived for them and would gladly perish with the memory of them lingering upon his lips.
Energy blazed through the teen like lightening. His sense of who was vanished as he clung to the man, his knees too weak to support himself. When their lips connected, his body and soul responded, intense and appetizing. He felt completely exposed, yet the vulnerability thrilled him. He tangled both his hands into that silverly strand of hair, utterly dazzled by its softness. The author groaned then gently nibbled at the corners of his maid's mouth, drawing juicy moans in response. He then slipped his tongue between the boy's lips, exploring that nectarous cavern with excruciating slowness.
His hands traveled down the length of Misaki's body, yet it doesn't feel wrong for the teen. It doesn't feel scandalous or embarrassing. They shower each other with kisses of every imaginable variety, from the tender to those so passionate they steal Misaki's breath and cause Akihiko to pull away to compose himself. Finally through some unspoken cue, they stop.
"Go, now," the author whispered, his voice gruff with need. "Attend to the duties that's expected of you. Yet do not forget the services you must assist with me later."
The power conceived within that statement bristled naughtiness at every wake. Shivers transcended down Misaki's frame, seeping pleasure into every part of him. Although the demand rakes indecency, the teen doesn't find himself embarrassed. In fact, the blood within him seems to rush with fervor throughout his veins, and though he's anxious about their later "activities", he also feels a tremendous sense of longing. As if, for the first time this evening, he's awaiting to commence the role the man has blissfully assigned to him.
"Of course," Misaki breathed, stepping away from his Master's powerful frame. "I haven't forgotten. Thank you for allowing me to attend to my duties, sir." He paused, lowering his body into a submissive bow, the author had to bite back a smirk. "I'll be looking forward to serving you later."
And with that, he swept past the man, utterly glad he wasn't able to hear his fiery heartbeat.

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