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Let the Games Begin	By : lv90047 Category: +G to L > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) > Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika) Views: 4248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello, everyone. Welcome to Chapter Three! I hope you all can enjoy it.

Have a good day at school, Misaki. The author had told him, making no attempt to hide the lust that clouded his voice. I'll be looking forward to seeing you later.
Misaki shivered, excitement cascading throughout his veins as he processed that lustful promise. It was early evening. The sky, soft orange and the palest pink, hangs above him as he walks home from class. Even though he could have easily gotten a ride from his rabbit, he chose not to since his mind was still spiraling about that lecherous comment the man made this morning.
Baka Usagi! He thought, flushing deeply. Why would you say disgusting things like that?! As if I'll ever look forward to seeing you!
Despite the cold words he was uttering, his mind said a different story. In reality, he was quite excited. He couldn't stop thinking about the naughtiness conceived within the author's words. As a result, he paid little attention in class—earning him a few clobbers on his head thanks to that damn Kamijō! He tried focusing on his assignments, yet in the end, his thoughts always lingered back toward Akihiko. His heart fluttered. The air around him blazed in uncomfortableness as he remembered that lustful gaze the man had gave him as a parting gift. He gulped. Those eyes…those beautiful amethyst eyes…it felt as though they could see into his soul. The mere intensity of their lingering gaze left him paralyzed as the glowing orbs—cold, hard, and utterly in control—drove him mad with want. A lone whimper escaped from his lips.
Usagi-san, he thought, clutching his heart tightly. Why do you have to be so—?
Misaki's cheeks blossomed with fire. He could not say it—even within the private formations of his mind! The words he uttered could not process just how beautiful the man truly was. Those distinctive locks, that gorgeous frame that screamed strength...the very thought of it was enough to send him into spasms!
But not like smirk of his, he thought, the redness staining his cheeks.
Whenever he witnessed that flirtatious smile cultivating those lips, his heart raced like a runaway train. The man was just too perfect. It blew his mind how an all-powerful God could fall in love with such a low-class commoner like himself. It didn't matter though, he was appreciative of the man's love for him. Trembles escaped his frame. He wanted to see it. He wanted to see that seductive smile. Oh, he wanted to—
STOP IT! He screamed to himself, fury coursing through him. Control yourself, dammit!
Yet that didn't terminate his lingering thoughts.
Misaki sighed. He couldn't believe the pervert was having this much effect on him! He never imagined he'd be this…this...open with himself.
Hentai Usagi! He fumed, walking faster than ever. Get out of my damn head!
With a huff, he tightened his hold upon his books, and ran the rest of the way. He wouldn't think it anymore! He was determined to barricade these "vulgarized" thoughts.

"I'm home!" He shouted, closing the door on his way in. "Sorry, I'm late! I'll get started on dinner, okay?"
Nothing but silence lingering within the entryway.
"Usagi-san?" He asked, confused by the stillness. "Are you here?"
Silence.
That's weird, he thought, walking around the penthouse to find his perverted rabbit. Normally he would have been here, and I don't remember him telling me he had to go somewhere either.
Sighing, the teen gave up his search and began preparing the food since he figured the author might be hungry when he returned. His attention was elsewhere as he conceived the dish; he failed to perceive the mysterious figure amongst the stairs, watching him intently. Realizing the teen wasn't heading up the stairs anytime soon, the figure had carefully walk down the steps to surprise the adorable kitten preparing dinner for him.
A smile graced the man's lips. He loved coming home to this kid. He adored the simple, yet clumsy affections the teen often showered him with. He sighed. He wasn't used to that type of love. Throughout the course of his life, no one had really given a shit about his existence. Yet that suited him just fine—it's not like he particularly cared, anyway. The less people the better. He had always thought.
Yet when Misaki had entered his life...the mindset he'd built gradually came tumbling down the more he fell for this kitten. He never knew how uplifting it was just to lower the barriers he placed around himself his entire life. Misaki had given him happiness, hope, and most of all, a sense of purpose. He thanked God—or whatever was out there—every day for blessing him with such an angel. He never knew what he'd done to deserve him: he was much too selfish throughout his life. But he didn't take it for granted—since the very start of their relationship, Akihiko did done nothing but shower the teen with every inch of his love. Misaki was far too precious…he meant more to the man than Misaki could ever dream of.
A sly grin appeared on that handsome face. And he was just about to show that appreciation right now…
He wrapped his arms around the delicate body, loving the sudden stiffness that came after.
"What the hell, Usagi?!" Misaki yelled, a faint blush creeping upon his cheeks. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!"
Laughter escaped from those lips. "I'm sorry," he said in mock concern. "Did I scare you?"
"As if!" Misaki scowled, secretly fuming as the amusement busted from that voice. "Stop laughing at me, you jerk!"
"I can't help it," the man breathed, struggling to compose his tone. "You're just too cute."
"I AM NOT CUTE!" Misaki shouted. "I AM A GROWN ASS MAN, DAMMIT!"
"Whatever." The author shrugged, snuggling against the gentle frame, inhaling the sweet scent that lingered there. "Mmmm…" he mumbled, absolutely intoxicated by that delicious scent.
Unable to help himself, he began ravishing the delicious neck, covering it with love bites.
"Misaki," he whispered, marking his tongue against that shivering flesh. "You taste so good."
The teen blushed, squirming uncomfortably within the man's arms. "Usagi-san! Please...st-stop it."
The author ignored him, his attention absorbed within that luscious flesh to care. He placed a lick to that exposed neck. It was simply begging for his attention.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki whined, attempting to rid himself of that powerful frame lurking over him. "S…Stop it" He yelled, shivering heavily as he was attacked by that experienced tongue. "I…I need to make din—"
"No need," the author grunted, placing his mark all over that neck. "I'm getting all the nutrition I need right here."
"W...What's up with that?!" Misaki gasped, a cry escaping him as the author tweaked his clothed nipple. "Ah! Usagi-san! Please! N...No more! I can't—"
"Misaki," he growled, turning that innocent face to meet his lustful gaze. "What did I tell you this morning?"
Misaki's heart pounded loud as thunder. Surely the author didn't want him to answer that…?
"Misaki," he whispered huskily—relishing the shivers that raced through that fragile frame. "Answer me."
The teen cast his eyes downward, unable to stare into those mesmerizing irises. "Th-That I'm y-your s...sex…slave." He mumbled, his face so red that steam could have left his ears.
A sly grin decorated the man's features. It amused him to no end that Misaki had said the word "sex". Throughout their relationship, he would often use non-vulgarized terms to describe the act itself. He had never attempted to say the actual word before—and in front of him, at least! The kitten was full of surprises.
"And?" Akihiko prodded, forcing the flustered face to meet his seductive gaze. "What else, Misaki?"
If possible, Misaki had flushed even harder. Tremors of pleasure cascaded his body as that salacious gaze turned his insides into mush.
"What else, Misaki?" Akihiko demanded, the lust clearly obvious within his tone.
"That…I w-will s-serve y-you." Misaki continued, inflicting his gaze downward. "Th-That I will satisfy you in ways that'll put…l-last n-n-night to s-shame."
"And don't you dare forget it," the author growled, tilting that cute face to meet his gaze once more. "I am your Master. Your sole purpose is to please only me. You will not show this cute face to anyone. Only I am allowed to see it," he said, biting the luscious neck rather hard. He relished the heated screams that escaped that mouth. "Only I am allowed to hear these cute moans that leave that mouth of yours." He trailed on, rubbing his hands all over that shivering body. "Misaki," he groaned, the bulge in his pants becoming much more evident. "I want you."
Misaki let out a whimper, his heart surrendering to the overall excitement.
"And yet," Akihiko mused, removing his hands from the shivering frame. He chuckled lightly as a whine escaped those lips. "No matter how delicious you stand before me," he paused, licking his lips for emphasis. "I just can't take you here."
"Wh…What?" the teen gasped, his eyes widening slightly. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Usami Akihiko. The Great Usami Akihiko…didn't want sex?! What the fuck?! What kind of world was he living in?! The man was a horny pervert! What the fuck did he mean he couldn't take him?! Since when did he give a shit?! He'd jump the teen's pants the moment he was blessed with the opportunity! He didn't give a rat's ass where they did it—it could have been the fucking outdoors for all the author cared! Once the man his was horny…there was no stopping him! So why the hell was he backing out now?!
The author smirked, as if sensing that lingering question. "Of course, if we went upstairs to my room—"
Misaki groaned. He should have known.
The author chuckled. "You're so cute, Misaki," he breathed, nuzzling his cheek against that soft skin. Soon enough, the harmless act turned steamy as soon as Akihiko placed his talented tongue against the teen's exposed neck. "Yet I'm nowhere near finished with you."
Misaki shivered, that hot tongue sending his body into spasms. "Then why did you—?"
"Because," the man growled, his tone dripping with lust. "I'd rather fuck you in that maid costume upstairs."
Misaki gasped. Maid costume?! He thought. Where the hell did he'd get that?! He shook his head. No! No way! I'm definitely not wearing that! I don't care what Usagi-san does to me—I'm not a girl!
Although the rational part of him conjuring this, he knew somewhere within the pits of his mind…he really wanted to do this. He wanted to dress up for the man. Just imagining those exotic eyes darkening with lust as he wore something so…revealing made the teen's body flush with pleasure. He couldn't explain it, yet he loved when those eyes were raked upon him. It made him feel wanted...desirable, if he had to be frank. Just to witness those orbs drinking in his luscious form was enough to drive the boy into absolute ecstasy. He felt his heart race. He never knew this side of him was real—and that scared him more than putting on the costume.
"N-No." He lied feebly, squirming in the author's arms. "I don't want to! You can't me—"
"Misaki," the author said, his voice ringing with authority.
Shivers transcended the lightsome form, ultimately giving into his Master's demands.
Triumph blazed through the man like the brace of suns. Without another word, the author scooped the teen within his arms and carried him upstairs to their room. Although it wasn't said between them, they both were eager for the night of pleasure that awaited.

As soon as the author closed the door, he set the boy down, and smashed his lips against that flushed face—groaning loudly as his arousal hit him tenfold. He ended their kiss almost instantly, walked over to his bed, and picked up the skimpy outfit that was lying across there. He shoved the outfit against Misaki's chest and demanded he'd go and change.
Since Misaki didn't have any say upon the matter, he obliged his Master's wishes and went to the bathroom to go change. Once he'd finished, he couldn't feel anything but the enormous flush that stained his cheeks. Baka Usagi! He thought, shifting uncomfortably in the dress. Just what the hell goes through that fucking brain of yours?! He couldn't believe it—he knew the man was perverted, yet he didn't think he'd stoop to this level!
Apparently I was wrong about that, too. Misaki thought bitterly.
The outfit fit him smugly, emphasizing the lean, delicate body he had underneath. He flushed. Even as a man, he was never really considered a "man". His body was always so small, so slender…so girl-like. It absolutely baffled him. He groaned loudly. The skirt he was wearing was so short that it practically screamed "sluttiness". It'd barely cover that round ass of his—all of which greatly emphasized the fishnets he was wearing. Part of him thought he looked ridiculous, yet he knew as soon as he stepped out the bathroom, Akihiko would immediately jump his pants. It didn't matter what the teen thought of himself. He knew the author would always make him feel wanted, and that thought over fueled him with happiness.
"Misaki," the man whispered, his tone itching with lust. "I know you're done in there. Come out. You know I don't like to be kept waiting."
Misaki's heart raced. Baka Usagi! He grumbled, fidgeting in discomfort. I don't want to! I definitely don't want too!
That was a lie, of course.
He couldn't wait to open the door. He couldn't wait for that lustful gaze to check out every detail of his body. He couldn't wait to see that seductive smile spread across that perfect face.
"Misaki," Akihiko whispered, his voice cutting through the walls like a knife. "I shouldn't have to repeat myself: come out. Otherwise, I'll pull you out of there, myself."
He bit his lower lip in order to suppress the heated cries that wanted to escape. This man…he made him feel so hot inside. Unconsciously, his hand had found the doorknob. He turned it slightly and opened the door…only to see the man on the bed staring right back at him. Tremors of pleasure raced down the teen's spine. Those eyes…it felt as though they were tearing his clothes apart, unraveling him so much that he felt a fire burning through every cell in his body.
Unable to take any more of the teasing, the author stood up and grabbed his kitten's wrist, throwing him upon the bed. The teen quickly sat up and glared at the man.
"Baka." He hissed.
Just as he was about to yell at the pervert, one glance made his annoyance slip instantly. Here the author was, standing over the bed, and eyeing him like a cat would regard a mouse. Misaki's heart pounded in anticipation. He couldn't resist that greedy gaze…it always managed to create that stupid heat spiraling between his legs.
"St...Stop looking at me like that!" Misaki cried, squeezing his eyes shut as Akihiko admired how much the dress emphasized his sexy body.
"I can't help that," the man whispered, crawling amongst the sheets to meet his kitten's flushed gaze. "You just look so delicious in that outfit."
"Shut up!" Misaki yelled, glaring at that handsome face. "It's not like I had a choice! You m-made me wear this!"
Akihiko chuckled darkly. "Don't lie to me," he whispered, leaning towards his kitten's ear. "You like dressing up for me don't you?"
"No, I don't!" The teen howled as that adorable blush appeared once again. "I DO NOT like it! Don't say something so stupid, you pervert!"
Akihiko chuckled yet again. "Misaki, you have no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now," he breathed, not at all fazed by his kitten's attitude. "You should dress up for me more often."
"As if!" Misaki scoffed, averting his eyes away from the author's. "I'm never gonna wear this shit again! So you can get that out of your damn—"
Before Misaki had the chance to finish, the man's lips had suddenly collided with his. His eyes went wide with shock while the author's boldly staring back at him. He shivered, unconsciously moving closer towards that muscular body. The author growled within the kiss and slid his hand under that dress.
"H-Hey!" Misaki gasped, stopping the kiss. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Akihiko ignored him and continued stroking those luscious thighs. An evil grin flickered upon his lips as soon as that adorable cry escaped those cute lips.
"Misaki," Akihiko rasped, eyeing that skirt hungrily. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Ahhh..." he moaned as those cold hands stroked his heated skin. "S-Stop it. I don't w—"
The author silenced him again with another blistering kiss. Yet this one had less force—almost as though the author wanted it that way. He realized the author was just taking his time with him. After all, the man was in no rush: he was just getting started. Misaki whimpered cutely. Those hands rubbing against his thighs felt so good. He gasped as soon as he felt those cold fingertips grazing his nipples through the costume. Very slowly, the man had yanked his shoulder strands softly before he revealed the smooth, vividly pink nipples of his beloved. The teen closed his eyes tightly as he felt those fingers twisting his small nubs, making them harden by the second.
Akihiko chuckled at his kitten's reaction and pinched the nipple harshly. The teen moaned in slight pain while Akihiko took that as his chance and slipped his tongue into the teen's mouth. Misaki's eyes snapped open in shock—only to see the man boldly looking at him, his eyes dancing in mischief. Blushing, Misaki tried to escape, but the author's solid figure was too much for his small body. He moaned, his resistance starting to fracture as the author's tongue kept twirling around his taunt nipples.
"Stop it!" Misaki mumbled weakly. "S-Stop…"
The author ignored him, too focused on that delicious flesh to care. He brought his tongue to circle those hardened nubs, occasionally looking up to see the simple reactions of his little cutie squeezing his eyes shut. Smirking, he gave the nipple one last lick before biting down on it softly—he was rewarded when a slight whimper befell from those luscious lips.
"Eager, aren't you?" He said gruffly, licking that luscious neck—causing the boy to bite his lower lip in order to suppress the noises that were threatening to erupt.
"I...I am not!" Misaki lied, fighting the shivers that threatened to overtake him. "D-Don't be so s-stupid!"
Akihiko chuckled as he leaned towards that shivering earlobe. "We'll see about that," he whispered seductively, his breath so hot against Misaki's ear that it almost burnt.
Misaki's flush only intensified as he felt that hot tongue licking his earlobe playfully.
He shivered. Frantically, he tried closing his legs in order to keep the author from seeing his erection. Yet—as always—the man was one step ahead of him. The author removed himself from the body in order to open the legs his kitten desperately tried to keep shut. Akihiko growled, just the sight of his kitten trying to hide his arousal turned him on more than anything. Unable to control himself, he spread those legs apart and begin fondling the dick that was begging for his touch.
"Ahhh!" Misaki moaned, his eyes watering from the pleasure. "Usagi-san! Please sto—" His words were abruptly cut off as the author flickered his hands onto the his shivering ball sack. He grinned evilly as the teen's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" He whispered, watching that flushed face turn away in deep embarrassment.
"Misaki," the author slurred. "Answer me."
Misaki said nothing, only holding back a scream that was desperately trying to escape. He hoped with all his might that the author couldn't unravel his state. He wouldn't know what to do if Akihiko had—
"AHH!" Misaki screamed as the author began pumping his erection. He kept a close watch on his kitten's expression: his cute little face scrunched up in pleasure, the blush staining his cheeks to the point where it reached the tops of his ears, his breath hitching up to cover the moans that obviously wanted to escape. Slowly, the man smirked.
"Want to scream?" He asked huskily, pumping the teen harder.
"N…No!" Misaki insisted, panting softly. The pre-cum was coating Akihiko's hands, emphasizing the embarrassing squishing sounds that was coming from the act. Misaki flushed and tried to hide his beautiful face that was scrunched in pleasure. The author chuckled as he fondled the dick lovingly, rubbing his thumb against the abused slit. He smiled darkly as the teen bit his lip hard—struggling not to raise his voice.
Misaki felt smothered by the screams threatening to escape his mouth. He was growing faint from the fear and pleasure coursing through his body. He moaned. He needed to control himself! He was a grown ass man! He needed to resist the temptations of his body! It was very simple…so why was his member still hard?! Stop! He thought. Don't let that bastard do this to you! Yet thinking about this only made him more aware of the pleasure coursing through his privates.
"Usagi-san..." Misaki trailed off, his body succumbing to older man.
Akihiko smirked. "Enjoying yourself, Misaki?"
The teen opened his mouth to answer, yet closed it quickly as he felt a scream tearing at his throat.
Akihiko chuckled. "You're so cute." He whispered, slowing the strokes. "Trying to resist me like this."
"Shut up!" Misaki gasped, lowering his head to hide his blush. "Q-Quit sounding s-so smug! It's annoying!"
"Misaki," he breathed, squeezing the member slightly—smirking as soon as that gasp left those delectable lips. "You shouldn't have said that," he growled, pumping harder than ever. "Now I'll have to punish you."
If Misaki was gasping then, he was absolutely panting now. This feeling...it felt so…hot. There was no other way to describe it. The silence…it was overpowering. It made him more aware of the squishing sounds coming from the act. It made him more aware of the pleasurable cries coming from his delectable little mouth. It was all too much. He desperately tried to get away but because of the never-ending pleasure that was coursing through his regions, all his body could do was quiver uncontrollably.
"Usagi-san!" He pleaded, his voice high and desperate.
"Hmm?" The author said calmly as he leaned towards that flustered face, jerking the teen off as hard as he could. "You like that?"
Misaki desperately wanted to tell the author to stop—yet he couldn't. He knew full well that if he uttered a single word, nothing would escape but screams.
"Want to scream?" Akihiko asked again, thoroughly enjoying his slave's torment.
Throughout his luscious cries, the teen was fuming in the inside.
Bastard! He thought. He's doing this on purpose!
Although he tried his hardest to hold back the screams that threatened to erupt, his body couldn't resist those long fingers pumping him perfectly. A whimper escaped him. That indescribable pleasure drugging him to the very core…it was all too much! If the author kept this up, he was going to…he was going to—
"AHHHH!" Misaki screamed, missing the sadistic grin that clouded his Master's face.
"What's the matter, Misaki?" Akihiko asked the screaming teen. "Does it feel good?"
All the teen could do was scream, his mind utterly lost to the pleasure.
"Misaki," he whispered, leaning down to see that perfect face. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
Misaki moaned. The waves of pleasure that was overwhelming his small body…it was too much! He couldn't take it!
"Usagi-san!" He screamed, writhing his body uselessly. "Please! S-Stop it!"
Yet his kitten's cries only encouraged the man to pump harder. Misaki's eyes flew open as he held back the silent scream that desperately wanted to escape. With just a few more pumps, the teen gave a strangled cry as a powerful orgasm was ripped from his body.
At the sounds of his lovers' scream, the author's face gleamed in triumph. Very slowly, he pulled back his fingers and licked up the sweet juice set upon them. Through the distraction, he noticed the heated look he was getting from his kitten. At first, his eyes seem to question the reason behind his lovers' attitude, but then the familiar smirk resigned amongst his features once more.
"Do I excite you, Misaki?" He asked, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
Misaki flushed. "Hell no!" He exclaimed as dark laughter raked throughout the room. "S-Stop laughing at me! STOP IT! If you don't stop, I'll—"
"You'll do what, Misaki?" The man interrupted, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Misaki just stared. He felt his face go hot as he met that piercing gaze of his attractive rabbit. Those eyes of his were so beautiful...it was practically a crime! They weren't eyes one would see every day. They were strange yet alluring. Eyes that held many secrets, secrets even Misaki couldn't unravel. He shivered, completely lost within those mirthful pools of lavender. Its intensity affected him so much that it failed to cover the lust that was pouring out of him, displaying his wild side. Slowly, a dark smirk twisted amongst the author's attractive lips.
"Don't worry," Akihiko breathed, leaning closer to that flustered face. "You'll have me soon, Misaki."
Before Misaki could even utter a word, Akihiko plunged his tongue inside his lovers' mouth. The teen moaned softly within the kiss as he felt himself hardening all over again. The author responded to this by grasping the teen's head and deepening the kiss. Misaki whimpered, yet unconsciously moved closer to taste the sweet juice of his beloved. After about a minute, Akihiko drew back from the kiss to observe Misaki's state—and nearly lost his mind: Misaki's eyes were glazed with passion, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth was red and swollen. He leaned in to kiss those lips again. Misaki blushed. He was so aroused by the male leaning over him. Akihiko's hot breath blowing over all over him as he kissed every inch of his youthful face.
Misaki moaned softly as those eyes above him screamed lust. He turned his head away in embarrassment. Damn it! Why did he have to look at him like that?! As if he already didn't feel self-conscious already! That idiot! Damn him to the pits of hell! Useless piece of sh—
"Misaki," he rasped, licking his earlobe greedily. "I want you..."
Misaki shivered, turning his head away as the brightest shade of red stained his cheeks. Akihiko smirked. He loved it when his kitten played hard to get—it made him so very fuckable. Once more, he drove his tongue within that mouth, deliciously exploring the chambers of the crevice within. Soon, their kisses became wild: their tongues twisting and feeling one another. Their heads turning from side to side in order to get as close as possible. Unable to contain his lustful thoughts any longer, he moved closer towards his kitten, placing his long legs between the teen's—forcing the boy to spread his own legs given that he had no other choice.
Misaki blushed when he saw how much of his skin being exposed—he flushed even harder when he saw that familiar gleam lurking within the author's eyes as he marveled at his body appreciately.
"Baka Usagi!" Misaki cried, turning his face away. "Stop looking at me like that!"
Akihiko chuckled. "I can't help it," he whispered, licking his lips. "You just look so delicious."
Misaki's heartbeat tripled. "Stop talking to me as if I were food!"
"Why not?" He mused, sliding a hand down until he found Misaki's hole—delighting the gasp that escaped his kitten's throat. "You look good enough to eat."
Misaki flushed. "Stop!" He cried, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to hold back the moan that threaten to erupt at any moment. This is was unacceptable! He knew he lost the bet but he didn't think he deserved this crap! "Stop it!" He shouted. "Get off—" Yet his voice crumbled as those cum-coated fingers slide between the cheeks of his ass…and into his tight, puckered hole. He flushed brightly when he felt it contracting to the man's touch.
The author's eyes twinkled evilly. "You like this, don't you?"
"N-No!" He retorted, loving the new sensation that overflowed throughout his body. "I…I don't want this!"
"Oh, I think you do," the author teased, slipping two fingers inside the eager hole. The teen moaned softly. "See how quickly you're swallowing me up? You're simply begging for my touch, aren't you? Such a naughty little maid."
"P…Pervert!" Misaki yelled, moaning softly as those fingers pumped him mercilessly. He felt himself squirming just to keep the screams at bay. He hated the fact that no matter what he did to resist, his body betrayed him each and every time. Despite his vulnerability, he loved the feeling of Akihiko's cool fingers quenching the fire that overtook his skin. The author's touch felt so good upon his heated skin. It was like his drug…he couldn't get enough of it.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki exclaimed, squirming uncontrollably. "Please…stop!"
The writer did nothing but shove his finger deeper into that delicious hole: he was rewarded when a whimper rose from the delicious mess beneath him. A dark smile flickered across his lips. Misaki was just too cute. Writhing under him like this…how he loved this explicit sight.
"Misaki," he growled, slowly pulling his fingers out of the quivering boy. "You're such a tease."
Misaki moaned softly, unconsciously tensing his body in order to keep those fingers lingering inside him. His body…it was so hot. It desperately needed something to quench the flame…something big, hot and delicious that filled his hole completely.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki rasped, his body quivering under the author's predatory gaze. "Please…do it."
Akihiko raised an eyebrow. "Do what, Misaki?"
Although the author kept his facial expression under control, Misaki knew that deep underneath that composure, the writer was absolutely writhing in absolute satisfaction. To hear his kitten's beautiful moans was one of the greatest treasures in the world—and Misaki hated that he loved every minute of it. He was not going to ask for sex—no matter how much he wanted it! He was not! He wouldn't give the writer that satisfaction! He definitely wouldn't!
"What is it that you want?" The author whispered huskily.
The teen whimpered, turning his head to hide the cheeks that flushed an adorable pink. I will not beg! He thought. I will not!
"Misaki..."
Misaki bit back the moan that desperately wanted. The way his rabbit spoke…it aroused him more than anything. He could feel his member throbbing in anticipation. That deep, sexy voice always ringing past his ears…always saying his name through those perfect lips…it was enough to make him cum alone. That voice…it was so low it was almost a whisper…a pleasurable chill traveled up his spine.
"Misaki," that voice whispered again. "What is it that you want?"
All the teen could do was moan softly at the man above him. Baka Usagi! Making him think these dirty things while making him feel good at the same time. It just wasn't fair. The author knew all his sensitive places—just how the hell was he supposed to fight back against those talented fingers?! That jerk! Always playing dirty! Well, dirty is a bit of an understatement—
"Mmph!" Misaki gasped, biting back most of the cry that wanted to escape as those fingers entered his hole once more.
Akihiko smirked. "Tell me, Misaki…is this what you want?" He said while finger banging that cavern. Misaki did nothing but moan.
That son of a bitch! he thought. Just what the hell—?!
"Or do you want—" Akihiko breathed, curling his fingers within that thirsty hole. His eyes glinting dangerously as he witnessed the teen desperately biting back the moans that wanted release. "—something more?"
Misaki could not utter one word—not unless he wanted to lose himself throughout the mists of pleasure. When those talented fingers curled…the man had hit his prostate. He whimpered cutely. It felt so good…it took everything he had just to keep the heaving moans at bay. Yet no matter how much he held it in, he knew he couldn't rely on sheer willpower alone. After all, the author was giving him a small piece of the pleasure he would eventually face…and the pleasure he's receiving now is nothing compared the real thing. As much as he hates to admit it, he couldn't deny his body's needs. He knew he was going lose himself if this act was continually played out any longer. Still…he wouldn't give up without a fight!
Yet when looking into those smoky irises that promised a good fucking...he was highly beginning to doubt himself.
"What's the matter?" The author snarled. "Does it feel too good?" He gotten his answer when that sweet cry designated beneath him. "How do you want it? Harder? Faster? Or—" he breathed, inserting his fingers deeper than ever. "Deeper?"
Misaki couldn't help but release the high wanton-ish, moan from the overwhelming sensation.
The author's smile was dangerous. "How does it feel, Misaki?" He whispered, plunging his fingers deeper. "I won't know until you tell me."
All the brunet could do was pant heavily. He couldn't say one word. He was under the blissful high of the author's touch. No rationality could come to him. All thoughts that came to him was how those fingers would keep his slutty hole satisfied. He couldn't think of anything else.
"Misaki," the author rasped. "Do you like that? Do you like my fingers deep inside you?"
Nothing but a whimper fell from those cute lips. Akihiko grunted in approval. He was beyond aroused from the delicious mess beneath him. He was so surprised by the overwhelming desire he had for this kid. Throughout the course of his life, no one—not even Takahiro—ever made him feel like this. Never.
Of course, being the oldest one in the relationship, he had been with his share of people—in fact, he'd been with enough men and women for both of them. It wasn't hard to get a companion. He'd been blessed with attractive features—people practically threw themselves at his feet. Not that he cared, of course. Those people meant absolutely nothing to him. They were just distractions—something to soothe the heartache of his then unrequited love. But this teen…never had he felt such tremendous passion! Who knew there was such a person who could aggravate the Great Usami Akihiko like this! Just the simplest things his kitten did set the man on edge. He couldn't get enough of this teen…he was far too precious to let go.
"Mmph!" Misaki cried out, backing back the moan. "U-Usagi-san!"
A dark smirk flickered across those sinful lips. So cute. He thought, listening to the heaving pants beneath him. Trying to resist me like this…
"Misaki," he taunted, licking his lips slowly. "Do you like this? Do you like my fingers rammed up in your deliciously tight hole?"
Although the teen said nothing, his face was giving the author all the answers he needed.
"Do you want something else, Misaki? Something better?"
"Ahhh!" Misaki moaned out softly, shivering uncontrollably. "U-Usagi-san…p-please…"
"Please what?" Akihiko asked, gaining a bit of his composure back. "What do you want me to do?"
Misaki flickered his gaze away, flushing deeply. "I want you inside me!"
Akihiko's face broke out into a ravishing smile. This boy…he surely knew how to unravel his perfect composure. He leaned down and kissed those plump lips once more before looking deeply within those innocent eyes. Misaki gasped. Those eyes…they were clouded with a particular emotion he had never seen before. They looked almost…possessed. Like he uttered the most alluring sentence Akihiko had ever heard.
At that moment, Misaki knew he was a goner. Those eyes…they were drowning in a sea of lust…ready to devour the poor victims that crossed its path. Misaki gulped. He knew during this night, the author would pound and pound, and pound until he couldn't get enough. He knew he would cry, scream, and beg like a little slut. Yet knowing this fate did not bother him. In fact, he was yearning for it. His body screamed for the man. He knew no one could ever satisfy him like his Master did. No one. And now…his body was in need. In need for that massive, thick, organ his lover called a dick.
"Usagi-san," Misaki whispered, tears leaking from those beautiful eyes. "Please...do it."
Akihiko chuckled. "As you wish," he rumbled, unzipping his pants. "Misaki."

Thank you for reading! (ﾉ-‿-)ﾉ･ﾟ:･ﾟ:･ﾟ
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