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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
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Hello, my yaoi fanatics! Welcome to the sinfulness of chapter four. For some reason...I feel a lot of you guys will be mad at me when this chapter ends. ^^;;

Salacity inveigled the teen's heart as he deliciously absorbed those suggestive words. Oh, how he wishes to be entangled within that sinful world of paradise...how he wished it were so! He was tired of capitulating to his meddlesome fears; they often held back the longings he desperately yearned to extricate. He wanted to encase himself within that powerful aura his lover had seemed to designate. It fueled the savage fires within him...and he wanted nothing more than to succumb to that blistering wave of intoxicating thirst. Yet despite the shameless thoughts raking through him, he momentarily ignored their savory goodness. It wasn't wise to think such things, he needed to focus more on evading the situation at hand.
"Master," Misaki panted, the flush still evident amongst his cheeks. "W...we need to stop this! I ca—"
"As I recall," the man mused, his eyes alight with mischief. "We had a deal...or are you going back on your word?"
"No!" Misaki ululated, casting his gaze downward as he shook his head frantically. "N...Never."
Akihiko's mouth curled into a ravishing smirk. "Then would you care to explain the reasoning of your particular...behavior?"
Before the teen could respond, the author had tilted his head upwards—forcing him to meet that lascivious stare. From the wintry touch those hands incorporated, an electric rush trembled throughout Misaki's spine, filling him with tingling pleasure. He could barely hold back the passion as it serenaded his nerves, and crashed through him like a raging flood. He was falling...falling into that sinful, destructive paradise. Oh, how he wanted to yield into those strenuous arms...for he was sure the outcome would be much more gratifying.
No! His mind shouted, fighting the greed that ravaged his sense of reasoning. Have control!
Gasping in breathless denial, Misaki tore his eyes from that beguiling gaze. "Usagi-san," he chuffed, tightening his hold upon that loosened shirt. "Please...let me leave! I promise I'll come back...I just need a few minutes to myself."
Although the author was tempted to refuse, he hastily thought better of the decision. He may have been famished with sexual longing, yet he wouldn't deny his kitten the simplest of needs. That would be cruel—even for him. Reluctantly, he granted his maid's request. Yet before his kitten could escape, he pulled him in for one last blistering kiss. Desire exploded throughout their bodies, rendering them motionless as they enslaved themselves to that feverous obligation. Misaki moaned, knotting his hands into that hair, yanking it, hard. The author groaned in response, a low sexy sound in the back of his throat that vibrated the deepest parts of the teen. Akihiko drifted his hands down, bringing them toward the top of Misaki's thigh, his fingers digging into that delicious flesh.
Misaki's heart raced as those fingers trailed through his shivering flesh...oh, how his body needed this.
Before their kisses escalated any further, the author had pulled away, panting. His eyes were glistening with hunger, detonating the singing blood that pounded the teen's heartbeat. Slowly, the man had lowered his lips towards Misaki's ear and whispered, "I will make you scream for me tonight." A shiver raced down the length of Misaki's frame, and he felt that unmistakable tingle within his lower regions as he grew harder from the man.
Smirking, the author took his kitten's hand and brought it towards his lips, kissing the knuckles tenderly, those scorching eyes of his locked within that innocent gaze.
"Don't take too long," he droned, his voice filled of vivid longing. "I'm still in need of that luscious flesh."
Misaki's stomach curled at the thought. "Y-Yes M-Master," he dribbled, bowing slowly. "I promise I won't be too long...I apologize for being so difficult."
The author chuckled, his eyes teasing. "Difficult doesn't even begin to describe the discipline I must use when I'm with you, Misaki."
Misaki blushed, finding joyous pleasure in the effort it takes for the man to maintain his strict control. He mumbled something inaudible before turning his back upon the man, franticly attempting to ignore the searing hunger that was formulating within his belly. Akihiko watched the boy, hungrily staring at that tempting behind. Unable to help himself, he swatted the plump bottom, loving the way it jiggled. The teen yelped, but continued walking, determined to make his desired destination.
"Hurry up...Takahashi-kun," the man said softly, his voice laced in utter covetousness.
The maid cannot help the visible flutter that transcended amongst his body at the startling honorific to his name. Nodding, he picked up his pace and wandered upstairs to their bedroom. As he shutted the door behind him, he immediately sunk onto the floor, putting his head within his hands.
Argh! What the hell was wrong with him?! He couldn't believe he was getting caught up in this kinky shit! Didn't he have any boundaries at all?! Just what was happening to him? He was turning into such a degenerate freak! He sighed almost instantly when thinking that. No, that wasn't the reason. He was just saying these things because he wasn't used to this side of him. Deep down, he knew rather liked this twisted shit the man had set up for them. He could deny it all he wanted...yet that still didn't change the truth. Whatever his deductions, he knew he was still innocent—it was the man who was the fucking pervert! Only he could come up with this shit. These negative thoughts clouded him, yet he knew he didn't want any other alternative.
This was where he wanted to be.
With that comforting thought in mind, he stood up and reached for the door. As he descended down the stairs and reached the living room, a thousand butterflies had stretched their wings and fluttered erratically within his stomach. Why was he so nervous? He knew what he was getting himself into...so why he was he concerned now? Perhaps it was because of the situation...after all, he knew he wanted this—there was no point even denying that anymore.
Hot lust clenched his heart. No, he whined within his thoughts. Not now. Quickly, he tried to will away sinful fire burning within his belly, to clear his head of the desire-fueled fog that has settled there.
As he entered the common room, he indulged himself a quick glimpse at his lingering rabbit, and his heart almost lurched to a stop.
Akihiko was sitting amongst the living room couch, his aura abstruse and compelling. The tuxedo he was wearing was long gone. In its place he wore a loosened white linen shirt, black slacks with no socks and shoes. His hair was tousled and unkempt, yet it looked as though he's stepped out of the pages of an illustrious magazine. Those eyes of his were burning...no doubt thinking of all the things he wanted to do to that slim body. At the sight of this, Misaki felt that delicious pull. His blood was pounding throughout his frame, thick and heavy with salacious yearning.
"D...Don't look at me like that!" He was caught within the tide of those beautiful eyes, unable to dissolve the desire lurking within his voice.
The passion within the author's gaze is a reflection of the teen's own. "Can I not look at you for the simple pleasure of doing so...Misaki?"
Misaki looked away, the blush staining his cheeks. "Hentai! Stop saying things like that!"
The man said nothing at that remark, he merely patted the seat next to him. "Come," he verbalized, his voice thick with longing.
Obediently, the boy went to him—crossing the few feet that lied between them before dropping next to him amongst the comfortable cushions.
"Closer." He spoke the word so softly that the teen nearly strained to hear him.
Moving toward the man, Misaki stopped when his face was a few inches from Akihiko.
"Closer still," the man says.
Blushing, the teen moved until their lips were but an inch apart. "H-Here?"
Akihiko's smile was dangerous. "That will do." He reached for the boy, lifting that face to meet his bewitching gaze. "You know, Misaki...even if you protest, I honestly cannot keep my eyes off you."
He lowered his mouth upon the teen, his lips soft before sliding them towards the sensitive skin of that heavenly neck. Misaki tilted his head back, fighting to suppress the moan that wanted to escape his throat.
"What...ahhh...what is it with you and these confessions?!" Misaki gasped, quivering frantically from the author's engrossed mouth.
A chuckle formulated against the teen's skin. "You already know the answer to that, my sweet maid." His lips continued their spiraling journey, making their way towards the soft spot at the center of Misaki's collarbone. "You're just too precious. I simply can never tire of your intoxicating fragrance. Every time you look at me with those vivid eyes, I just want to drench you in my seed."
Misaki's body is afire, lit from within by the spark of that seductive mouth and the soft words spoken within that coarse whisper. He swallowed convulsively, and the prolonging ache that's been bothering him all evening is suddenly roaring, raw and wanting. A blissful cry escaped his throat as that tongue persisted the torture, drowning him in the utter essence of pleasure. Passion trammeled its claws around the teen's heart. How he loved that wondrous tongue...he wished it covered every part of him. Only this man could soothe this troubling ache, could calm this roaring, salivating beast that burned within him.
The author grabbed his hips, pressing his fingers into the fragile material of that sexy costume—earning a libidinous mewl in response. He continued these actions until he was suddenly peering up at the teen through his long lashes, grinning his most salacious grin as he drunk in every detail of that blushing face. Misaki could do nothing but stare, his heart pounding, his blood pumping, not able to move a muscle as those eyes paralyzed his essence of well-being.
Suddenly, there was no distraction. It was just the two of them, encased within their own world of distinctive vivacity. Akihiko placed his mouth over Misaki's demandingly, not letting a single breath escape from the younger's mouth. His tongue fought its way into Misaki's delicious mouth, exploring the inside avidly, and the poor kitten didn't have the will nor the strength to deny him.
Passion, magic, and need blazed between them, burning away all the teen's reservations. The longing that had been building within him had shattered in a firestorm of heat as the power flooded his senses and burned away his rational thinking.
The lovers broke apart as Akihiko pulled back, ignoring the mewl his little maid emitted. Misaki was unable to bite back those sounds; he was too intoxicated to hide how much he craved that wonderful passion. As he looked into those distinctive volumes of lustful violet, all his thoughts had shattered into a faraway distance.
"Misaki," Akihiko whispered most seductively, "Seeing you in that outfit just makes me want to take you right now. Yet what I love even more is for you to show me what's underneath that costume."
"No, I don't—"
"Don't you remember the pact we agreed on?" the man hindered, a cruel smile flickering before his lips. "I told you before—I won't allow you to break your promise to me. Besides, I haven't properly punished you for the little stunt you pulled within the kitchen, and I think a little strip tease sounds like a reasonable price."
"But I wasn't trying to tease you!" Misaki pleaded, "I was only just—"
"Oh please, Misaki," the author chuckled, rolling his eyes. "There's really no need to lie to me as I already know exactly what you were doing back there. Not that I didn't like it; as a matter of fact, I rather enjoyed that erotic little show of yours."
"I told you I wasn't doing anything of the sort!" Misaki protested, yet deep down he knew it was pointless. The more he argued, the more embarrassing his so-called "punishment" became.
"No more lying," Akihiko said, "I want you to tell me the truth."
"I'm speaking the truth, you idiot!"
Akihiko remained silent, nodding as if to say that he believed Misaki. The latter felt relief wash over him at the man's acceptance, but it was short-lived when he noticed a seductive grin adorning that sexy face. He could only guess that he had gotten himself into a distinctly dangerous situation.
"Then why don't you give me that little 'show' I mentioned?" Akihiko asked, eyeing his maid hungrily, "I could use some entertainment right now and a strip tease sounds absolutely marvelous."
Green eyes stared at the man in horror, widening as the words were progressed by Misaki's mind. No way! a voice in his head yelled, That's way to—Yet the thoughts were cut off when Misaki realized he didn't have a choice on the matter, nor was the man planning on giving him one.
Defeated, Misaki rose from the couch to satisfy his Master's needs. As he stood in front of the man, a collection of panicked thoughts infiltrated the teen's mind. What was the author thinking? There was no way he could ever do something as embarrassing as this! Akihiko knew he was often hesitant when it came to sexual matters...so why was he even suggesting such raunchy nonsense? He wanted to vocalize these formulations, yet the one glimpse from the man had pierced his chain of thought.
The author gazed at him darkly, raking those eyes upon him as though he were already undressing him, and satisfaction coursed through the teen as he witnessed that carnal appraisal. Despite the man's perverseness, Misaki could not help but adore that provocative affection. He just loved the glistening darkness that always seemed to infiltrate those blistering eyes.
He often asked himself how he managed such a catch. The author was mesmerizing beyond reason—he practically turned heads wherever he went. How could someone as normal as him ever designate the attention of such beauty? It totally overwhelmed him at times! Yet it made him feel so powerful...that this alluring man wanted him. He couldn't stop the happiness that burglarized his heart, but within his mind, doubt was conceived.
Misaki knew that Akihiko had way more experience than him and the task of pleasuring him was frightening. Although the man hardly complained about his sexual skills, Misaki felt like he couldn't do the things to satisfy him. His lack of confidence got the better of him, causing him to bow his head in shame to avoid his Master's piercing gaze.
Taking note of the boy's worries, Akihiko emitted a loud sigh.
"Enough with the sulking," he said impatiently, "You're a beautiful being, Misaki, the whole package. Don't hang your head like you're ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it's truly a pleasure to stand here and gaze at you."
Hearing that confession made Misaki's heart swell, the words so touching that he caught himself smiling. However the enraptured feelings overtaking him didn't last long as the author captured him within that starving gaze.
"Strip for me," the man whispered, his eyes glowing with feral intensity.
Misaki's body flared to life, every nerve within him singing softly, the electricity charging throughout him like delicious static. Slowly, he pulled down the silky strands, revealing the smooth, delicious exposure of his tanned chest. Akihiko's mouth curled into a ravishing smile, his expression triumphant. The teen swallowed, yet didn't do anything more as he slipped the sensual thong off, letting them fall to his ankles as he stepped out of them, surprised by his grace.
He wanted to unloosen the outfit completely, yet before he could manage it, the man had ordered him to stop.
"B-But Master," the teen explained, his voice going painfully low. "I haven't finished! I still need to—"
"I'm quite satisfied with the displayment I see now," the author rumbled, his eyes never leaving the boy's indecent exposure.
Misaki flushed lightly, averting his gaze from the man. "Baka."
The author ignored him, casting his sight upon that tempting frame. He couldn't cease the lust that breached his heart. A maid was supposed to be orderly; the very definition of proper itself...and just the sight of this indecorous frame ushered smugness throughout the deepest part of his regions.
He groaned shamelessly. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?"
Very deliberately, Misaki shook his head—although it did nothing to stop the delicious pulsing. The immodesty lurking within that statement circled beneath his skin and fired into his bloodstream, heating everything in its path.
A chortle formulated between those attractive lips. "Oh, I think you do, my sweet maid. I think you deliberately try to drive me wild."
Misaki's breath hitched. "I drive you wild?"
"In all things, my cute pet. You intoxicate me. I can never my quench my thirst of you."
Quivers licked the teen's lightsome frame, spreading across his skin like a lacy tide on a frigid winter beach. Who knew he could die a blissful death based on the beauty incorporated within those mellifluous words? He never would have imagined it...yet he didn't mind that pleasant end. The lingering allurement of that remark conceived a melting glow that traveled like honey through his veins. The author witnessed that gratifying effect and laughed spontaneously, his aura succumbing into the welcoming darkness.
"Touch yourself." The author commanded, his tone filled with sensual promise.
Unable to resist the spiraling sultriness encased within that provocative purr, the brunet embraced his Master's amorous request. He ran his hand upon his chest, starting at the navel before ending at his right nipple, teasing it mercilessly. An adorable whine sprouted from his throat but he paid it no mind, he simply continued the blissful actions upon his chest. Akihiko swallowed audibly, his mouth watering at the sight.
Misaki persisted his rousing activities, unable to stop as the pleasure latched on to him like a magnet. His hands started to spiral downward, starting at the left side of his hip before caressing the inside of his right thigh. The author's pants started to tighten at that point, and it took all his self-control not to get up from the couch and fuck the boy where he stood.
The brunet stroked himself at every angle, but failed to touch the one place the author desperately wanted him to fondle. Akihito gritted his teeth in frustration, the boy was definitely driving him crazy. The sounds his kitten emitted was music to ears, he groaned heartily. His maid was teasing him with those delectable sounds! How he wanted to hear more...
A lustful grin formulated at the very thought.
"Lower," the author breathed, breaking the teen out of his trace. "Touch yourself lower for me."
Misaki flushed from those suggestive words, unable to believe his Master's boldness.
"Master," the maid moaned, still high from his sensual deeds. "I don't think I can—"
"There's no need to get all shy on me now, pet," the novelist crooned, flashing that wicked smile. "I'm sure that's not what we both want. Besides, all that flustering just delays me that luscious performance—and I'm dying to see this act of yours." He licked his lips, and Misaki had an image of an animal getting ready to devour its prey.
Having no choice but to obey his Master's needs, Misaki slid his hand down until it reached his privates, and nothing but a designating cry spiraled fourth. The author chuckled ravishingly. How exciting it was to be able to witness this—to see that flustered face climbing to its ultimate high...oh, his kitten was so cute.
"Ahhh..." Misaki cried, drunk under the circling spell of his moving hand. "Mmm...ngh! Usagi-san!"
It was amazing how the simple actions of masturbation had managed to drive the man to the brink of no return. The boy was so tempting...he couldn't take his eyes off that sexy body. Just the sight those hands raking over that delicious erection...the author couldn't help but groan at the sight. The teen had no idea how much he dazzled the man with those sweltering movements. It drove him insane to witness that lightsome frame succumbing to the rhythm of primal need...those hips swaying sexily to the coursing pleasure—oh, how he ached to touch those captivating hips...
The author was struggling to control himself as sinful needs blazed through him. He uttered a curse. This was one of the reasons he desperately wanted to keep the teen to himself—for the boy was a magnet for hungry eyes, and he did not like anyone looking at his kitten in such a way.
"Ohhh..." the teen mewled, spiraling his body into that blissful heaven. "Ha...mph!"
Akihiko showcased that beastly smile. "Yes, Misaki, let me hear you."
Misaki wanted to tell his Master off, but he was too intoxicated, sinking deeper and deeper into the realm of ecstasy. As those gorgeous eyes raked over his body, the pleasure intensified even more. He loved that feeling, not wanting it to end.
Of course that was no secret to Akihiko, and the latter continued to tease his maid mercilessly. Misaki flushed from the explicit vocabulary his Master was using. He desperately tried to overcome those hot words, but his heart was pounding, his pulse haywire, as that scorching desire pumped right through him.
"Oh, Misaki," the man breathed, his eyes traveling eagerly amongst that body. "You're just too much for me."
Unable to handle the overwhelming sensations, Misaki came long and hard, white threads of semen hitting the wooden floor beneath him. He needed a moment or two the come down from his blissful high, only to be embarrassed by his own indecent actions.
Akihiko chuckled from the amusing sight. "Well, aren't you the wanton little creature? I had no idea you possessed such a side to you."
The sweltering blush had risen across that delicate face once more. "B-Baka! I do NOT—!"
"Yet that's nothing to be ashamed of," the author continued in that sizzling purr. "You did such a good job, my sweet pet. I was throughly entertained by your erotic performance."
A sweet thrill traveled throughout the teen's spine based off the sincerity of his Master's praise. He didn't understand why, but the glaring honesty those words incorporated had tingled his body with shocks of sensation. He was pleased in spite of all his callowness, that he was able satisfy his Master. He knew his actions weren't anything special, yet that didn't stop that stupid blush from claiming his cheeks.
Akihiko raised an eyebrow, his eyes shining with mirth. "You're such a cute little thing. I'm amazed you're able to maintain that sweet innocence—even after the activities I've designated you through...yet I suppose that's what I love about you."
Delicious shivers shimmered down Misaki's back, drowning him more into the celestial sea of ecstasy.
The author grinned a ridiculously flirtatious grin. His lover could be so coy at times.
Without realizing it, the novelist had assessed his maid for several seconds before releasing a heavenly groan. Misaki was beyond titillating in his half-dressed state. The things he wanted to do to that sexy, unspoiled body completely raptured his mind. He was just too tempting...the man couldn't stop himself.
"Come here, Misaki," the novelist whispered, beckoning the boy forward. "I'm in need of the services you promised me."

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