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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, everyone. ^^ We've finally reached the final chapter! I hope you all can enjoy it. ^^

Drawn to the seductiveness lingering within that voice, Misaki walked to the couch in slow, large steps until he was close enough to lower himself onto his Master's lap, straddling him. Watching the boy's every move, Akihiko chuckled in utter amusement.
"Since when are you willing enough to surrender yourself to me like this?" he asked huskily, "Did you have a change of heart, perhaps?"
"I...I just want to relieve my Master...and I know my body will provide you the comfort you need."
The honest and shameless confession pleased Akihiko to no end. Another chuckle erupted from the back of his throat as he stared into those lust-filled eyes. It was obvious that Misaki was aroused and in the mood for the naughtiness that was about to take place there, and the fact that he was no longer hiding it was the best thing Akihiko could've wished for.
Running his cold hands down those beautiful, smooth sides, Akihiko reveled the moans and whimpers that his touch elicited. He gazed at his young lover intensely, his eyes clouded with want.
"My, what a good maid you are," he purred hungrily, feeling the boy shiver in his grasp. Leaning in, the author planted a soft kiss upon his kitten's lips, his eyes glowing with an alluring mix of love and lust. "Perhaps I should take my time pleasing you."
No words were able to formulate within the teen's mouth. He could only cling to the author, hopelessly aroused by the lingering beauty of those stupid words. Anger briefly entered his veins. Baka Usagi—he was always doing this to him! Unleashing the sexuality he always buried within the confinements of his mind. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. The author never played fair. How could he even compete with that?
"You don't know how long I've waited for this," the author crooned, his breath spiraling upon the kitten's cheek, delighted as the teen raked another shiver. "Just the thought of all the things I can do to your sexy little body gets me excited."
His words brought Misaki into a state of embarrassment and arousal, filling him with a need that almost frightened the maid. Aware of the effects he had on the boy, Akihiko felt his own excitement grow stronger as well. This boy would be the death of him. He did nothing but bathe the man into his proximity, his vitality, the heat radiating from his delicate frame.
He tilted Misaki's chin until he was unable to miss the vividness that rotated within those hungry eyes. The amused expression the novelist once possessed was long gone, it was replaced by something deeper—something hotter. Slowly, the boy had ringed his arms around the author, entangling himself within that welcoming atmosphere.
"R...ready?" Misaki said hesitantly.
Akihiko's eyes crinkled. "For whatever awaits, my sweet pet."
Blushing, Misaki strayed his eyes from Akihiko's smoldering gaze until he lingered upon those gorgeous lips. It was a miracle in itself how anyone could possess such a sinful feature, yet the boy never paid that no mind. It was wonderful to be encased by that talented cavern since the man knew exactly what to do with it. Without realizing it, Misaki found himself leaning in to kiss the man...to which his lover greedily welcomed.
Eagerness surrounded the two of them as their lips danced to that gorgeous tempo. A contented sound escaped from the author's throat, releasing the deeper yearnings that spiraled within Misaki's belly. He could feel the hardening cock pressing against him, and he moaned from the sensation of friction that tingled between their bodies. The teen wiggled his hips, loving how the novelist pressed into him the more he became aroused.
Akihiko broke away from their kiss, moving his lips downward until he reached that luscious throat. Misaki gasped from the sharpness of Akihiko's teeth, but the sensation was more pleasurable than anything else as the author infiltrated his throat, covering it with love bites. Akihiko glided his hands up the teen's legs, lifting his skirt and skating over that tender skin, making his kitten quiver in anticipation. He slowly trailed his lips upwards until he reached the boy's shivering earlobe.
"Oh, what shall I do with you?" Akihiko purred, halting his fingers until they reached the teen's stocking tops. "Hmmm...I like these," he whispered, running his hands amongst those savory thighs—loving the gasp that his kitten emitted. Grinning, he quickly tugged the skirt upward so that it bunched around those slender hips.
"Your body is just so delicious-looking," he continued, pausing momentarily to lick his lips, "I want to taste and touch every part of you."
Reaching for those small, pink nubs on Misaki's chest, Akihiko rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers until they hardened almost immediately from his expert touch, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure circling down the teen's groin.
"You have such beautiful nipples, Misaki," the author murmured, causing those palatable nipples to harden all the more. He grunted in approval. "I can't help but want to pleasure you there with my tongue."
Unable to help himself, the novelist leaned forward before placing a hardened nipple into his mouth. He devoured the little nubs in turns, claiming the first nipple before marking the other one with his lips and tongue. The wondrous sensations from the heated activity emitted a gasp from Misaki's lips. He pressed his chest closer into that skillful mouth, running his fingers amok within that silky hair.
Akihiko continued his vicious movements before maneuvering his mouth down that delicate frame, kissing every inch of that sensitive skin. Misaki whimpered in response, twisting and writhing as the man in front of him prolonged the use of that wicked tongue. He let out a vivid cry when his Master had found his nipples with his mouth once more, lavishing them with utter attention. He almost screamed when the author yanked his nipple with his teeth, driving his frame into the purest bliss as it was enveloped with nothing but sensation.
"You shouldn't tease your Master with such tempting cries," the man taunted, edging himself away from that youthful chest. "There's no telling what I will do."
Misaki failed to processed the meaning of those words, he could only sit there and squirm with nothing but pleasure and need. He tightened his hold amongst that powerful neck, mangling himself closer until he meet the impish glint spiraling within those beautiful chambers of lilac.
"You're such an eager little thing, aren't you?" Akihiko breathed, making no attempt to cover the amount of lust dripping from his voice.
Incensed by his blinding passion, Misaki grabbed the author's head with both hands and brought the side of his face to his hankering mouth. He kissed his Master's cheek, tasting salt and smelling the blissful sweat that dripped down his beautiful face. His teeth found the man's ear and he latched on to it, biting and pulling, freeing the lust within him. The writer did not resist, nor did he cease his kitten's movements. Instead, he welcomed his maid's actions wholeheartedly. Having Misaki give in to his own desires filled him with pride. Allowing the young man to arouse him, he waited eagerly for what else his lover had to offer.
Misaki began kissing the path down from Akihiko's neck, nipping and licking the tender flesh that lingered there. Akihiko released a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl, his hands groping every inch of that slender frame. Misaki mewled, desperately attempting to calm his raging lust as he unbuttoned Akihiko's dress shirt, freeing that tempting chest. He lavished his attention on that vigorous chest, nibbling playfully at the man's nipples while licking the firm nubs, loving the way his Master groaned with pleasure.
He trailed his hands amongst the smoothness of that chest, before the author leaned in and kissed him hungrily. Misaki felt himself growing hard, his body tingling with vivid arousal. Slowly, he grinded his hips towards that hardened shaft, causing the man to erupt into a deep rumble of laughter.
"What? You want this?" Akihiko asked him teasingly, grinding his erection upward as his maid released a cry of approval. The author chuckled. "Tell me, Misaki," he went on, unzipping the fly of his jeans. "Is this what you want?"
Misaki couldn't answer as his gaze was preoccupied with the growing ridge of the author's erection outlined against the tight fabric of his boxer-briefs. He swallowed nervously. That member was going to tear him apart...while filling him to the brim as he would tremble from head to toe.
Akihiko's eyes danced with salacious amusement. The boy was turning into such a naughty little thing...how he wanted to escalate their situation even further.
"Touch it," the novelist whispered, sounding like the devil himself. Sweet shivers raced throughout Misaki's body from the richness of that flaring command. Tentatively, he brought his hands towards that raging erection before removing the author's underwear, pushing them down the base of his hips. Misaki gasped, biting his lower lip as that gorgeous cock sprang free. The author was huge. The word "impressive" was indeed an understatement when describing the details of that blessed shaft. His body tingled as he remembered the way that cock always pillaged between his legs, filling him completely.
Taking the author into his hand, Misaki stroked the heated member. His eyes widening as he pumped him slowly, savoring his luscious heat. Akihiko groaned leisurely, murmuring praise under his breath, and Misaki looked up to see the expression of the purest pleasure amongst his face, his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly open. It was an arousing sight to behold. Knowingly, the author opened his eyes, flashing the boy a fiery stare. Embarrassed, Misaki looked away.
"Look at me," the author breathed, and the teen has no choice but to meet that smoldering gaze. Misaki's breath hitched, his heartbeat hammering loud against his chest. That look—he knew that wretched look. It was his Master's dominant gaze—cold, hard, and sexy as hell. Fear briefly infiltrated his veins—yet it was a fear he welcomed openly. Deliberately, he swallowed his drying mouth and knew at that moment, he'd do anything the man wished.
"Look what you do to me," that voice continued to purr. "Do you see the trouble at which you put me through?"
The teen is entranced by those eyes, those gorgeous pools of darkened lilac. It is both morbid and fascinating to hear such things booming from that seductive voice. His mind was blown when a large hand yanked him closer and french kissed him sloppily. The intensity of his Master's actions was overwhelming, but Misaki did nothing to stop the man.
Tongues were intertwined, dancing in an unknown erotic tango as Misaki continued to pleasure his Master with warm hands, pumping his pulsing cock. Akihiko explored his mouth gruffly, but it felt too good to try and slow him down. The taste was like a drug Misaki simply couldn't get enough of.
Eventually, Akihiko pulled back from the kiss, looking up at the boy with a wicked grin on his face. As his eyes met Misaki's, desire and viciousness licked like fire from their depths. It made Misaki shiver in shameless excitation.
The author extended his hand, sliding it slowly until they reached Misaki's cheek. His fingers brushed against those swollen lips, and Misaki quivered at his electric touch.
"These lips of yours," the writer serenaded, his voice somewhat deeper than before, more raspy with a richer vibration. "They're very beautiful, so soft and pink. They're utterly perfect for what I have in mind," Akihiko finished, stroking them softly.
Misaki blushed. Baka Usagi, he had thought. Why does everything you say have to sound so dirty?!
Akihiko chuckled from the reaction. The boy was just too cute.
"Pleasure me," the man had ordered, but his voice was soft and seductive, his eyes heated. "I want to feel those hot lips around me."
Misaki felt those words wrapping around him like liquid silk. It was funny how such a vulgar statement could destroy the reasoning within him. He didn't think anyone could have that effect on him—much less this disturbing pervert! Yet whenever that silky voice had demanded anything from him...he couldn't help but succumb to its essence.
Gradually, he slid off the author's lap before positioning himself between the man's legs. He grabbed the throbbing member and began pumping it nervously, relishing the sounds that escaped his Master's throat.
"Yes," the author hissed, "Get it nice and wet for me."
Bending his head, Misaki licked the swollen mushroom head, flickering his tongue around it until a river of pre cum gathered. He licked away the salty essence, utterly intoxicated by the mere taste of it. He took his time sampling that fleshy member before gradually taking more of the man into his mouth, breathing slowly so he wouldn't set off his gag reflex. Misaki knew as he sucked and licked that he never would be able to fit the man within his mouth completely.
He ran his thumb along the sensitive underside, stroking the author with his hand at the base as he continued to take more of him. Misaki moaned with the man in his mouth, finding himself more and more aroused by the simple acts of pleasuring him. He ran his tongue over the tip, loving the way Akihiko pulsed underneath him as he worshipped the dick with his lips and tongue. "M-Misaki," the writer moaned, tangling his fingers within that chestnut hair. "S-so good...nngh..."
Misaki felt the waves growing hotter within him as the delicious pre-cum flowed throughout the regions of his mouth, trapping him more and more into that distinctive world of longing. He traced his tongue over the thickness of his Master's erection, favorably savoring that addictive heat. It wasn't long before he focused his attentions to the tip, reveling within his Master's moans, the movements of his body, and the pure distinctive taste of him.
"Misaki," the author rasped, beads of sweat sliding down his beautiful face. "R...ngh...Relax your throat...so you can take even more of me."
The maid did as his Master asked and slid down his throat even further. Akihiko groaned in utter delight. Misaki's mouth was so hot and tight...he couldn't control the vivid fires that suddenly entangled him. He thrusted his hips into that mouth hard and fast, his fingers tightening within those cinnamon locks, his cock singing as that wet heat continue to devour him.
Misaki could feel his Master growing tense, almost as though his body was preparing itself for an mind-blowing orgasm, and the teen couldn't think of anything more arousing than the thought of Akihiko exploding within his mouth. Although he yearned for that dream, he knew the possibility of that happening were very slim. For it took an considerable amount of time to make Akihiko release that sweet seed—yet that didn't stop the teen from trying. He wanted the man to lose control, and despite his bleak chances, he was determined to savor the hefty member until he swallowed every inch of his Master's love juice.
The author liberated a sweet curse, reveling the sensations his maid was giving him. He knew full well what his kitten was doing, and he couldn't help but showcase that perverted grin. His lover was just too cute. As much as he wanted to surrender himself to the boy's challenge, he knew he was eager in moving on to grand act. Besides, he feared he wouldn't last much longer in this state, and he had no intention of ending their night anytime soon.
"Misaki, you need to stop," he breathed hoarsely.
Reluctantly, the maid did as he was told and slid his mouth off his Master's throbbing cock. He looked up at the man with hazy eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his swollen lips were still moist with Akihiko's pre-cum, making him look so luscious that the author had to stop himself from coming right then and there.
"Master, did you...enjoy my services?" Misaki's voice was soft and deeper than usual, laced with unmistakable longing.
A faint smirk found its way to Akihiko's face. "Very much," he replied almost breathlessly.
The man was panting, his body coated in delicious sweat that enticed his masculinity. Although the blowjob had taken an tremendous amount of his energy, he was still craving more all the same. He hurriedly pulled the teen into a quick, hungry kiss, clutching his body close. As the kiss ended, Misaki opened his eyes and was met with an intense, heated gaze.
"I can taste myself. You taste better," the author murmured against his lips.
"Idiot," Misaki mumbled, licking his lips lightly. "Do you have any idea how disgusting that just sounded?"
"I don't give a fuck," Akihiko said simply, trailing his hands amongst that youthful face. "I've always enjoyed the mere taste of you. Besides," he added on, his face stretching into that infuriating grin. "You didn't seem to mind my taste just now."
Misaki scowled, yet was unable to deny that remark, ultimately satisfying the author to no end. It wasn't long before the sensual energy came sparkling back between them, crippling them both with mindless want. It was right then where the author had ordered Misaki to rise. Confused, yet compliant his Master's wishes, he fumbled out of Akihiko's lap until he was towering over the man. As he were about to ask the purpose of this position, the author had quickly arisen from his seat as well.
Before the teen could formulate a response, the sight of his Master's expression had caused the movement in his heart to cease. The man had entered into some other world, his face drowning in sexy severity.
"You know what happens next, don't you?" Akihiko whispered, his voice going dark with sin.
Goose bumps cascaded down the teen's arms as he shuddered violently. Akihiko let loose a filthy smile.
"There's no need to afraid," the author sibilated, his breath tickling the teen's face. "You've pleased me well, and you can be assured your services will be rewarded." He promised, trailing kisses upon those gorgeous cheeks. "I'll take care of you, my sweet maid. You've been such a diligent worker...and I'm going to enjoy implanting my marks amongst your sweet flesh. Now go lie on the couch and spread your legs for me."
Bright color flared Misaki's cheeks as he headed amongst the couch. God, this man could be so embarrassing! Gradually, he made his way over to the sofa and laid back against the comfortable cushions. Shyly, he complied with his Master's demands and parted his legs invitingly. He exposed not only his leaking member, but his twitching hole that ached for nothing but delicious appeasement.
A fleeting smile that was anything but kind flickered across that handsome face.
Rapidly, the author paraded to the teen while fixing his stare amongst those smooth, golden legs.
"You have such beautiful legs, Misaki," Akihiko praised, grabbing those knees and parting them slightly. "I cannot wait until they're wrapped around me."
Holding his lover open, the author kissed the inside of his leg. He yanked upon the skin with his teeth and lightly sucked there, trailing his tongue upwards as enticing shivers cascaded down the teen's frame. A whimper escaped those precious lips. Damn it, this teasing was going to drive him insane! How he desperately wanted that skillful mouth upon his unattended member...for he believed he suffered enough!
Akihiko did nothing more but suck on the tender skin, reveling the way his kitten would spread his legs as if he were inviting him further within that slick heat. His mouth slowly migrated towards the boy's shivering ballsack, sucking and yanking at the tender flesh. An involuntary gasp caught the teen off-guard as his body shamelessly responded. He was achingly hard and desperately wanted to be filled, but the author was mercilessly teasing him.
"Master!" Misaki whined, wiggling his hips impatiently. "Please!"
Smirking, the author briefly flicked his tongue across the tip before wrapping his mouth on the erection altogether. He sucked the teen as hard as he could, licking that bitter substance that trailed deliciously down his throat. Misaki writhed and twitched, crying out loudly as the sharp waves of pleasure knifed through his veins.
Before the teen could reach his awaited peak, Akihiko had released his erection and slid his tongue further down until it reached Misaki's quivering opening. Misaki gasped as his Master plunged his tongue in his heated hole, stretching his inner muscles to accommodate with the thickness of that muscle. Misaki's face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure as the man continued marking his forbidden entrance. The blissful shame of being opened so wantonly stirred the deepest fires within Misaki's bloodstream. He couldn't get enough...he just wanted that tongue to push even further into him.
All too soon, the author withdrew his tongue from that fleshy entrance, earning an adorable whine from his kitten beneath him. He couldn't help but release a throaty chuckle—the boy never learned, did he? Quickly, he rose from his position, pulled the teen into another kiss, before residing back between those lovely legs. He grinned wickedly as the noticeable blush creeped upon that cute face.
"Are you ready for me, Misaki?" Akihiko asked in a bewitching whisper.
Embarrassed, the teen looked away. There was no way he could answer something as suggestive like that!
"Misaki," that voice said in a dangerous purr. "Answer me."
The teen shook his head violently, missing the savage gleam that infiltrated those gorgeous eyes.
"Then you leave me no choice," the author rumbled, "I'll just have to force it out of you."
Before he had the chance to protest, Misaki felt those rigid fingers slipping inside him...and that's when he could think no more. Piercing howls erupted from his lips as Akihiko's sinful fingers sank into his vivid wetness, pushing past the resistance of his body and plunging deep inside his aching asshole. His inner walls tightened around the man as he gasped loudly, quivering at the sensations of Akihiko's intoxicating caress.
"Oh, Misaki. I love that you're so tight for me."
Misaki felt his entire body tensing as those fingers plunged deeper and deeper inside of him, curling around him as they frantically sought the boy's prostate. Jolts of pleasure surged throughout his frame as those fingers caught their awaited target, sending traces of electricity running amongst his arms and legs.
"What is it Misaki?" Akihiko rasped, fingering that hot hole much more hastily. "What is it you want from me?"
Misaki couldn't find the words to answer the man. He was too busy crying out, thrashing around the cushions as waves of pleasure attacked his small body. Every muscle within him tensed and relaxed, his inner walls gripping the author's fingers as the burning continued to rake him.
"Is this not enough, Misaki?" Akihiko teased within that devilish voice. "Do you want something more?"
Misaki shifted his hips, moving his body mindlessly as he tried maneuvering Akihiko's attentions to the places he needed him the most. "Master...please," he managed to gasp out, shaking uncontrollably. "I...I can't t-take anymore!"
"Then answer my question," the writer said simply, "Are you ready for me, Misaki?"
"Y...Yes." Misaki said tearfully, wrapping his arms around his Master. "Please—just fuck me, already!"
Grinning wickedly from ear to ear, Akihiko grabbed the boy's legs, roughly this time, and pulled them further apart. He then knelt over the boy, his member brushing against that quivering hole. Misaki's hips gyrated against his Master's hardness and he exhaled in a rush.
The head of Akihiko's cock slipped down and entered that tight wetness, pushing against those wonderful walls, filling the boy with his girth. He groaned as he slipped in, fighting the urge to pound Misaki into the cushions since he knew he had to give him time to adjust. Akihiko let out a low hiss as he pushed into that tight heat—for he was being gripped so tightly that it was almost painful. Misaki, eyes wide from that unforgettable mixture of pain fused with intense pleasure, shakily gasped, "U-Usagi-san!"
Once the author was fully inside, the both of them paused to catch their breaths. Misaki let out a feeble moan, shifting his hips as that cock continued to pierce his sensitive insides. Akihiko held still inside of him for a moment, and Misaki sighed, grateful for his slow approach. Despite the lingering discomfort during penetration, the teen couldn't help but relish the overall sensation of that blissful cock filling him up. The gradual thought of being one always excited the teen—for he loved how his walls entangled themselves around the man as though they never wanted Akihiko to leave...it was a satisfying thought at best.
When the pain began to subside, Misaki had raised his hands to cupped Akihiko's cheeks, looking up at him with moist eyes. "Y-You can move..." It was barely a whisper, but the older male had heard loud and clear. Nodding weakly, the author had gripped those slender hips before thrusting gently within that delicate frame. It wasn't long before he picked up the pace and gradually began to lose control.
Misaki heard the sweet moans pouring out of him as his body moved without thought, pleasure and sensation electrifying his nerve endings, racing amongst his fragile veins. He twisted his hips and writhed underneath the man, crying out when Akihiko found his neck with his mouth once more and lavished his attention on it, mewling as he sucked and licked.
"You taste so good, Misaki," the author murmured against the teen's overheated skin. "I can never get enough of you."
Misaki dug his nails into that powerful back as he screamed the author's his name—much too loud for his liking. He was pretty sure the other residents within this building had heard him! How embarrassing! The author smirked at the realization and continued nipping the boy's flesh, tasting the sides harshly. Misaki could only pull the man closer, pants rolling out of his mouth as Akihiko began to really move. Misaki moaned even louder. This feeling...it felt amazing! Just the softest brush of contact sent flutters of passion amongst his frame. He couldn't get enough of this blistering warmth that was attacking him. He wanted more—he wanted to drown himself in this vivid sensation.
"Ahhh...more," he said quietly, his voice husked with undeniable longing, "Please, Master. I want...to feel more. Stop teasing me."
The sentences that conjured from that indecent little mouth was far more unsettling than the author thought he could handle. Just the formation of those honest words designated the painful lust within him. He couldn't believe his lover had said something so lewd, yet he knew it was the honest truth. Misaki would never lie to him, not when he was spread out, bare and flushing beneath him, eyes lidded with blissful want. Misaki knew exactly what he was doing, and Akihiko praised his lustful kitten for getting exactly under his skin.
"Wrap your legs around me, Misaki," Akihiko growled, letting loose the beast within him.
Those cold, hard eyes sent delightful shivers amongst the teen's spine. Slowly, Misaki complied with his Master's request, and he arched his back and moaned at the sensation. The feeling of the author deep inside took Misaki's breath away.
The corners of Akihiko's lips curved upwards. "You feel me there, don't you?"
Misaki was trembling, the flush on his face growing deeper as his Master pressed more firmly into him.
"That's right," Akihiko hissed, his voice filled with sensual promise that ignited a lust the teen never experienced. "Feel me, Misaki. Feel all of me." And with that blistering confession, the author let loose a violent thrust.
"Oh, God! Usagi-san…I—aahhhh!" Misaki screamed as his Master began to overtake that same pattern. Their bodies clashed with frenzied force, and Misaki clawed that broad back as Akihiko fucked him hard; the thickness filling him so thoroughly that he couldn't imagine anything better. He moaned openly, loving the way the friction between their bodies increased.
"Your moans are so sexy, Misaki."
"Aaah...hnn..." The maid was too aroused to argue with that statement, he just wanted the man to fuck him so he could relieve himself of this bothersome ache. Akihiko leaned down and captured the teen's lips as he continued to fuck that sensuous body.
Tongues rubbed and swirled one another each as the couple exchanged saliva, utterly caught within that blaze of passion. The kiss screamed fire before they broke apart to pant, and Misaki relished with sudden heat, the desire and lust he saw forming within those hungry eyes.
"Moan my name, Misaki," A strong thrust, and the feisty kitten screamed in pleasure as his Master hit his prostate. "Usagi-san!" He cried, clutching the man desperately as the black spots began to encircle his vision. The author almost exploded from that alone, the lustful purr within that cute voice was much too erotic.
"Again," the author growled, pounding into that cavern much more fiercely. "Let me hear you, Misaki."
"U...Usagi-san!" The kitten cried out, his inner walls tightening around the man as he became closer to his peak. "Ngh...ahhhh!"
The man was rubbing against his prostate—not attacking it with full force, but simply grazing it with a teasing rhythm. The action itself brought mind-blowing pleasure...he couldn't help but buckle to it. Yet he wanted that orgasm, and he wanted it now. He arched toward it, but it made no difference. The fullness of that heat had remained well out of Misaki's grasp. The teen whimpered cutely.
"Master," Misaki whined, his cock aching with need. "I...I need to come! Don't t-tease me—"
"Such an demanding mouth," Akihiko whispered hotly, his eyes trickling with salacious delight. "Who gave you the right to speak to me in such a way?"
He speared the teen savagely, bearing down on him with his muscular body. Misaki's head fell back as Akihiko stroked and licked, driving him crazy. His hips circled to thrust, but Akihiko stubbornly prolonged that blissful pace. Misaki cried out, sexually frustrated.
"Please," he begged and his Master grinned...a wicked, perverted, salacious grin.
"So willing to be tainted by me," the author remarked, failing to hide his amusement. "My God, what have I turned you in to?"
Boldly, Misaki thrusted his hips upwards, his slender and now slick member grinding into the man's hard, flat stomach. Before the author could react, Misaki pulled in Akihiko's face and crushed him in a sweltering kiss. He ran a hot tongue across his Master's lips before pulling back from the kiss, looking into the man's surprised orbs.
"Fuck me," Misaki panted, his eyes hazy with need. "Please—don't make me wait any longer."
The barriers Akihiko had came crashing down at that explicit remark. Instantaneously, he plundered his cock into that glorious haven, drowning the boy's screams by entrapping him within a blazing kiss. It didn't take long for the kiss to turn frantic—both of them dropping their defenses as the friction between their bodies grew. Misaki's body was overheated, arching and writhing up from the cushions as Akihiko kissed the breath out of his lungs.
The merciless pounding that infiltrated the teen's frame created an boisterous rhythm he couldn't get enough of. A low moan commenced within Misaki's chest that slowly blossomed onto his throat, becoming louder and higher pitched as the pleasure raked into his senses. Akihiko thrusted harder, his grunts turning into breathy growls. Their cries blending together in a song of bestial lust.
"M-Master!" The teen exclaimed, wiggling his hips delectably. "Ahhh...oh my God—Usagi-san!"
He couldn't keep his voice down anymore, the author was hitting his prostate as hard and fast as he could. Visible thirst rippled before him, encasing his mind into the sea of no return. The love structuring between them was one of primitive need—something the boy no longer denied. This wasn't making love, this was fucking—and he loved every minute of it.
"Nghh…you feel so good, Misaki," the author groaned within the boy's ear, yanking and biting the shivering flesh. "Fuck..." Misaki's insides were hot and tight. He could smell heavenly scent rising between them as he worked himself into the boy, feeling those walls clenching around him. He knew the boy was coming to his blissful end, and so he grabbed those slender hips and fucked the teen fast as he could.
"Come on, my sweet pet," Akihiko growled through gritted teeth. "Give it to me."
The sweet yearnings of that Akihiko's voice had designated the fires the teen longed to smother. His body...it was so hot...and he mewled loudly as it climbed more and more into that blundering ache. Arousal spilled from his throat as each thrust transcended his body into that awaiting relief. Just as he reached the highest stage, the man had whispered into his ear, his voice low and compelling, raw with blistering desire.
"Come for me, Misaki."
Blindness briefly ensnared the teen's vision as he came long and hard, his screams echoing throughout the room as the pleasure finally released him of its vivid ache.
He was dimly aware of his Master reaching his own climax, uttering rough curses as his cock twitched inside of him...and then he felt that familiar fluid bursting within his walls, coating his insides with that delicious cream.
The two of them collapsed almost instantly, panting deeply as they tumbled down from their blissful high. Silence besieged the room as they entangled each other tightly, losing themselves within that velvety wave of comfort.
Akihiko tightened his arms around the boy, planting soft butterfly kisses amongst that reddened face, and all at once, Misaki feels safe, cherished, and loved. It's wondrous sensation. Closing his eyes, he surrendered himself to the author's touch, sighing contentedly as he heard the flutter of Akihiko's heartbeat. In spite of all the troubles this man subjects him to, he knows he loves the author from the bottom of his heart. He loved his peaceful aroma, his intoxicating scent, and his quiet strength. Misaki had never felt so many emotions attacking him all at once, it was overwhelming to say the least.
Akihiko kissed Misaki's nose. "Are you alright?" He said gently, tightening his hold upon his lover.
With a sigh, Misaki nodded. "Yeah," he stated quietly, leaning into that robust touch. "Just...tired."
"Would you like to go to bed?" Akihiko asked, his lips curving into a soft smile.
"Mmm..." was all the boy had said.
"Really, Misaki," the writer chuckled, kissing those luscious cheeks once more. "You're just too much for me."
It wasn't long until the room was encased with absolute silence, yet there was nothing hazardous about the stillness itself. The silence that rung between them echoed the sweltering emotion within their hearts, screaming the love that couldn't be described in words...and it stayed that way for a very long time.
"M...Master?"
Akihiko's lips quirked in response to that name. "Yes, Misaki?"
"I...I was wondering if...you could lessen my p-punishment—"
"I believe we had a deal, my sweet pet."
"I know," Misaki breathed, uttering a defeated sigh. "I just couldn't help but hope."
Akihiko let out a booming laugh. His kitten could be so cute sometimes.
"Come," he said, holding his hand. "Let us lay within our bedsheets, and we'll discuss the possibilities of your freedom between kisses."
Eyes bright, Misaki took his rabbit's hand and followed him to their bedroom. Yet before he could manage a step, his knees had gave out underneath him and he would have came tumbling down if not for the powerful arms that caught him.
Before Misaki could object, the man had lifted him into his arms and began walking toward the stairs. His arms were strong and unfaltering, and the boy knew this man could carry him forever without tiring.
"I...I can walk!" Misaki protested, although truthfully, he wasn't sure if his legs would have supported him. His body was still recovering from that rapturous heaven his Master had set upon it.
"I doubt that," Akihiko crooned, his tone infuriatingly smug. "I wouldn't have done my job if you could."
"Idiot," Misaki grumbled, lightly hitting that robust chest. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't make me all hot and sweaty!"
"I like you hot and sweaty. Though I would prefer making you that way on our bed," the author purred, a lascivious smile tugging at his lips.
"Would you quit saying weird shit like that?!" Misaki yelled, his cheeks turning the fiercest pink. "I don't want to hear it!"
A loving smile lingered upon those lips. "As you wish, my cute pet."
Misaki scowled, but didn't say anything more. He merely snuggled against that chest, closing off any distance between them. The author smiled, but didn't do anything more as he ascended on the steps softly. Despite the assurances the man had told him, Misaki suspected there would be more kissing than actual discussion...yet that suited him just fine.

We've finally reached the end this tale! Thank you to everyone whose taken the time to read this tale. I appreciate that, tremendously. ^_~)/
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