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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 Six! :D

"Misaki," Akihiko taunted, a hint of beguilement creeping into his voice. "Hurry up—you know I don't like to be kept waiting."
"Screw you, asshole!" Misaki snapped, his voice muffled by the bathroom door. "I'll take as long as I need to!"
The man smirked, how he loved that feistiness. "Not if I can help it." He said simply.
"Ugh!" Misaki shouted, throwing something within the bathroom to show his protest. "I can't believe you!"
Akihiko snickered. His kitten was so cute—blaming it on him as if it were actually his fault. That obviously wasn't the case. He was completely innocent, of course. It was all Misaki's doing they were within this predicament. If only he didn't showcased those enthralling expressions of his...maybe the both of them would have slept peacefully that night.
"Though I highly doubt that," the author uttered to himself, licking his lips profoundly. "You're just too sexy for your own good, Misaki."
Despite what he was saying now, he was originally planning not to take his delicious kitten that night—for he was in some deep shit. He was two months behind on his latest deadline. Aikawa had grown tired of making excuses for the author and decided she'd come early that morning just drag him to his office to finish the damn draft. She stated he would not leave the office until he was completely finished—that she'd go in there and watch over him like a hawk if she had to. Of course the author protested, saying there was no need for supervision and for the woman to mind her own business—but the editor wasn't hearing any of it.
She was tired of making pointless excuses for his carelessness. She threatened if she didn't have the manuscript by two days from now, she'd take the teen away and waste the remaining reign of their bet—and that scared the author shitless. Ruefully, he agreed. For there was few things in this world that actually scared the author: that demonic woman, no sex, and a world without Misaki. Those were the things he could not stand—and for that woman to say something like that so casually meant that she was ultimate evil.
For the entire day, the author regrettably left his home and went to the publishing agency alongside Aikawa. Of course, he had no reason to go there: he had all the resources he needed for his latest draft at home. Yet he needed this escape to get things done. Although he loved his kitten dearly, he knew the kid was his weakness—a weakness his editor knew about as well. He never understood her fits of anger when he neglected his work—for she already knew the answer! She knew the teen was the reason behind his carelessness...the boy was just too alluring for his own good. It was one of the main reasons he could never get his work done! He was always fucking the kid's brains out!
As he stepped foot within his private office, he immediately set to work and completed most of the research he failed to do within the previous two months. He stayed there until it was early evening. He sighed in utter annoyance. Although he needed to finish, he couldn't stay within this agency forever. With that knowledge in mind, he packed his things and went home. When he reached the headquarters of his suite, he was greeted by the teen, who was currently in the kitchen making the last preparations for dinner. Originally, the author had planned going upstairs to finish the remains of his draft, yet he didn't want to put his lovers' preparations to waste—especially since he knew the teen worked really hard on it. Reluctantly, he went to join his little bindle of mischief at dinner. He ate his meal as quickly as possible; he knew somewhere along the line, the teen would unintentionally seduce him and it would be all over. Little was said during the table and the man had quickly finished his meal.
As he was about to go upstairs, the teen had wished him the best of luck for a another successful novel. When hearing that sincere compliment, the author had no choice but to hug his little kitten. He swept the delicate body to his chest, murmuring a silent "thank you" as he kissed every inch of that cute face. Misaki flushed, saying it was no big deal while silently protesting that the author should let go of him. The author did so—which was his biggest mistake he made that night. As he released his kitten and caught sight of those vividly green eyes, he was doomed. Those eyes...they were filled with innocence—innocence that was begging to be taken. Within that gaze, Akihiko groaned in utter defeat as his arousal hit him like a wave. He smashed his lips against Misaki's, groaning in delight as soon as his kitten began to struggle.
Misaki whined. He needed to clean the kitchen but the author wouldn't let go of him! He protested, but the author ignored him. Akihiko scooped the delicate body within his arms, and marched off towards their bedroom. The teen struggled yet again, panic sweeping through him. Once the author reached their room, it would be too late. He squirmed and tried to tell the man off, but one hungry look from the man kept that raging mouth of his shut. The author wanted to fuck: that much was clearly obvious within those lingering orbs. And so, the teen did nothing the rest of their way—only mumbling how much of an idiot his lover was.
When they reached the bedroom, the author had set the boy down and immediately began diverging into his closet—searching through his clothes frantically. Misaki blushed, knowing what was about to come.
He was searching for another outfit.
Misaki remembered the man telling him the maid costume wasn't the only one he possessed. Horror designated through his frame on that dreadful day.
He has more?! He had proclaimed, his heartbeat pounding dramatically. How the hell did he get those without me noticing?! Just how long was he planning this?!
Although the rational part of him wanted nothing more to escape, he knew there was a side to him awfully curious about the costumes the man had in store for him—and he wanted nothing more than to throw that side of him out the fricking window!
Baka! He emitted within his thoughts, blushing furiously as the man kept searching. Just you wait...I will definitely going to get you back for this!
Misaki's heart managed to skip a beat when he heard a grunt of approval escape the author's lips.
His Master had found the wretched costume.
His answer was proven to be correct as the two men caught one another's gaze. Misaki couldn't help but shiver as he spotted that calm, somewhat maniacal glint within those seductive eyes.
The author grabbed his kitten and pulled him in for a savage kiss. "Go change," the man had growled, thrusting the costume towards that delicate chest as he ran his tongue across that exposed neck that created a fresh trail of saliva.
Misaki could do nothing but nod as he went to the bathroom to change. The author smirked. Seeing how his kitten would be in there for a couple of minutes, the man had decided to strip, not caring where his clothes had landed. When his pale, herculean body was revealed, he laid down amongst the welcoming sheets of their bed and waited for his delectable lover to finish—occasionally, teasing the boy now and then to heighten the night of passion that eagerly awaited them.
This now, officially begins our story.

"Misaki," the author murmured, his voice going dangerously low. "Come on out. I want to ravish you."
"Didn't I just tell you to wait, you pervert?!" Misaki asserted, already visualizing that perverted grin plastered amongst that attractive face. "Just what the hell is wrong with you?!"
The author chuckled—noticing that sudden pace that occurred within the bathroom, as if his lover was rushing to get out of there as they spoke. "Okay, Misaki."
And then…very gently, the author noticed the doorknob turning—almost hesitantly, as if his kitten were having second thoughts. Slowly, that devilish smirk made its way to that calculating face.
"Come on out," Akihiko purred, waiting anxiously to see that forbidden flesh. "I want to see you."
He heard the kitten whimper in response, his smirk widened.
"It's okay, Misaki," he said in that ever calming voice, stopping the tremors of fear that trailed across his lovers' body. "I'm here—no one will see you but me. You have nothing to worry about."
For a moment, nothing but pitch silence pierced the walls, it wasn't until a moment later where the door had suddenly burst open.
Right there before him stood the timid, flustered young man who was dressed within a short, light pink nurse outfit that barely covered his lower half. Akihiko also noticed his kitten was wearing those compressed, thigh-high, stockings he "refused" to wear in the beginning. Akihiko groaned, his cock in need of agonizing flesh that was standing right in front of him.
"Misaki," the man rasped, momentarily closing his eyes from the explicit sight.
Misaki flushed. "Just what was the p-point in m-making me w-wear this?" he stuttered, squirming uncontrollably. "I look r-r-ridiculous!"
Akihiko chuckled, causing the teen's heart to beat significantly. "You already know the answer to that question."
"St-Still!" Misaki yelled, clutching his fists together. "I at least deserve an explanat—"
"Why don't you come over and I'll tell you?" The author suggested, shooting a look of pure lust towards those glittering orbs of innocence.
The teen's cheeks flushed a brilliant pink. "Pervert!"
Akihiko found himself chuckling yet again. His kitten could be so amusing. "Come here, Misaki."
At that comment, the teen could do nothing but obey. He couldn't believe he was getting swept away like this again! Almost reluctantly, he found his feet walking over to the awaited bed. He stopped almost instantly when he noticed the man's nakedness.
"Why are you n-naked?!" He bellowed, looking anywhere else but the provocative sight in front of him.
The author ignored the teen's question—only relishing that heated flush that stained his kitten's cheeks. His eyes glimmered. "Do you like looking at me, Misaki?" He whispered, a hint of a smile creeping upon his face.
"N-No, I d-don't!" Misaki lied, that adorable flush staining his cheeks. "As if I c-could ever like s-something like th-that!"
Akihiko snickered. "Liar."
"I'M NOT LYING!" The teen exclaimed, closing his eyes in utter embarrassment. "STOP SAYING STUPID THINGS!"
Akihiko chortled, making the boy's heart flutter all the more. "Misaki," the man breathed, grabbing his kitten's arm when he was within reach. "There's no need to lie," he crooned, placing the teen amongst his glorious body—relishing the sudden flush that invaded those sweet cheeks as their bodies made contact. "You can ravish this body all you want—it's yours."
Misaki whimpered, utterly terrified within the position his Master placed him in. He…was on top. He was above his Master who—don't forget—was utterly naked beneath him. It seemed as though the blood never left his cheeks. Because of their position, he could literally feel the raging heat that was pouring beneath the man. And the clothes he was wearing weren't helping his case at all—in fact, they were making matters worse! They were too pellucid! His body could literally feel that soft, muscular body seeping through his insides, making him more aware of that comprehensible pleasure that was in store for them. The teen shivered, which didn't escape that calculating gaze.
Akihiko grinned evilly. This was going to be fun.
"What's the matter? Don't you like being on top?" he teased, his eyes dancing in utter naughtiness as his hands slid up that revealing skirt. He stroked the tanned thighs, grinning maliciously as a cute moan escaped. "You like that, don't you?" he breathed, relishing his kitten hide his adorable flush. "You like me feeling you up like this..." he paused, squeezing that delectable bottom. "...don't you?"
Misaki whimpered, lowering his head submissively.
"Hmph," the author simpered, delighting the heated moans as he continued to squeezing that exotic flesh. "Such a naughty nurse."
"S-Stop t-touching m-me!" Misaki faltered, his body quivering against his Master's explicit vocabulary. "I…I don't—"
"Don't tell me fibs, Misaki," Akihiko asserted, sliding his hands up to unbutton that dress shirt. He licked his lips as that creamy, unblemished skin began to reveal itself. "You want this," he hummed, pinching those luscious nipples. "Your body's craving it."
As much as the teen wanted to argue, he couldn't deny the terrifying truth behind his Master's words. He craved sex just as much—if not more—as the author did. Yet because of his troublesome pride, he made things more harder for himself than it should have been. He moaned yet again, unable to ignore the blistering pleasure coursing throughout his regions. His body was so hot, but the hands caressing his frame were so cold…it was intoxicating.
All of a sudden, the hands that were drugging him to the very core were…gone. Misaki opened his eyes, utterly confused. He didn't want that amazing feeling to end, his body—it was on fire. Surely his Master wouldn't leave him like this? And yet, when looking within those tainted eyes of lust…he very much believed his Master could.
"What is it, Misaki?" Akihiko whispered, raising that perfect eyebrow. "Do you want me to touch you more?"
Misaki flushed. "N-No!" He yelled, fighting the shivers that threatened to overtake his lightsome frame. "O-Of course not!"
Akihiko chuckled. As much as he wanted to devour his little kitten, he had to resist the urge. He was nowhere near finished with this delicious body that screamed his name.
"Misaki," the author said suddenly, pointing to a particular bottle that was by his bedside. "Grab that bottle for me, will you?"
The teen blinked. He had no idea what his Master was up to, but he decided to do what his Master had asked him without giving a second thought. As he grabbed the bottle, he noticed that seductive grin flickering across that handsome face. Dread filled the teen. That couldn't be good: any situation where that malicious grin was present couldn't be pleasant...at all. Misaki sighed in defeat. Well, he was doomed anyway, so he might as well see what the older male had in store for him. As his eyes lingered upon the captions, they nearly burst out of their sockets.
Massage oil?!
Just what the hell goes through that damn head of yours?! he mentally shrieked. As if I know anything about massaging! BAKA USAGI!
As the teen was about to go off, the author suggested the teen try giving him a massage. Misaki flushed, realizing the true reason behind the man's nudeness. He tried discouraging his rabbit, he didn't know the first thing about giving a massage! Yet—as usual—the author had ignored him. It did not matter to man, and he hinted the boy could always learn by some experience. Misaki wanted to argue, but he was cut off when he noticed that sinister glare gleaming within his Master's eyes. And with that, he bit down his retorts instantly. There was no point in attempting to persuade the author otherwise: he knew the consequences would be far more severe if he kept this façade.
Biting down his pride, he opened the cap—picking up the scent of exotic fruit—and squeezed the transparent fluid within his palm. He rubbed the fluid within his hands, and began applying the oil amongst that powerful chest streaming below him.
Damn Usagi. He grumbled within his thoughts, rubbing that oil against that flawless chest. Always having these perverted plans up that sleeve of yours…so annoying!
Although the formulations within his mind were conceiving these thoughts, his body were structuring different things entirely. The vigorous built that was spiraling beneath him…it was so blissfully hot. Just the act of rubbing his hands amongst this chest relish shivers throughout the deepest parts of him. Yet sneaking peeks within that calm, beautiful face was even better. Those eyes of his were closed, his breathing was even, and his arms were behind his head. If it wasn't for that idiotic smirk plastered amongst that face, the teen would have thought the man was sleeping.
"H…How is it, M-Master?" the boy stammered, deciding to break the silence.
"Mmmm…" the man rumbled, delighting the touch of those innocent hands. "It's quite good—I'm rather enjoying this treatment." he stated without opening his eyes.
Misaki flushed, his heart soaring from the unabashed compliment. He lowered his gaze upon that delicious chest he was massaging. If possible, his face lit up even harder.
Damn him, the boy grumbled, pouting slightly as he continued rubbing that herculean built. He really does have great body. He was so transfixed upon the beautiful built, he failed to see the author unloosening his arms, and sliding them towards his thighs. Misaki's eyes widened in surprise.
"H-Hey!" he blurted out, shock encasing him as the author grabbed hold of his hardening erection. "Just where do you think you're touching—?!"
"I'm bored," the man stated simply, moving his hands to jerk off that delicious piece meat lurking in front of him. "I want to mess around for a little bit."
"B…Baka!" Misaki managed to gasp, his lower region already succumbing to the pleasure of those talented hands. "D-Don't u…use m-me for y-your o-own—ahhh!"
The author showcased that evil smirk. "Misaki," he whispered, stroking his kitten for all he was worth—relishing the tremors that cascaded his kitten's frame. "Your hands stopped."
Misaki didn't hear him—his mind was utterly lost against the intoxicating pleasure the man was giving him. He desperately tried fighting back the screams that evaded him, yet he knew he couldn't resist those heavenly fingers pumping his erection perfectly. He gasped. That incomprehensible exhilaration coursing through him...drugging him to the very core...he moaned in spite himself. Those hands…they felt so good—
"What's the matter, Misaki?" Akihiko purred, thoroughly enjoying his kitten's torment. "Does it feel good?"
Anger galloped throughout the teen's frame. That smug son of a bitch! he asserted within his thoughts, moaning profoundly. Just you wait! Deciding to act upon the heat of the moment, he slid his hands towards his Master's humongous erection and began pumping the man just as eagerly.
"U…Usagi-san!" Misaki gasped, moaning continuously as the author stroked his sensitive member. "I—ahhh! Hurry up and come, you perverted jerk! "
"Ngnh…" Akihiko groaned, closing his eyes as the pleasure scorched throughout his regions from those inexperienced hands. "Such a good boy."
Misaki flushed, but didn't say another word. For those first few minutes, the couple focused on nothing more but trying to bring one another into an explosive orgasm. Of course, the author wasn't worried—for it took a considerable amount of time before he actually could come. The same couldn't be said for his kitten, though: for he was already nearing his awaited peak. The author opened his eyes, watching that innocent face intently. He smirked, his lover was so cute. That face of his was scrunched up adorably as he continued absorbing the pleasure he knew he couldn't handle. His breathing was hitching higher and higher as he tried fighting the sensations the man was giving him. Yet no matter how much resistance he put up, it all came crashing down as a moan escaped his lips. Akihiko smirked yet again.
"What is it?" the author teased, licking his lips as the boy squirmed on top of his naked body. "Are you coming already?"
The teen could say nothing, for the formulations his mind conceived were already abandoning him.
Akihiko's eyes flashed dangerously. "Silly Misaki," he whispered huskily. "I'm just getting started."
Again, the teen said nothing—only arousing the man as he uttered those seminiferous moans of his. The author released a string of curses. This was one of the tremendous reasons why he wanted to lock this luscious kitten all to himself—for the boy was too damn sexy! Unable to help himself, he grabbed that flustered face for another hungry kiss. He groaned as he slipped his tongue within that deliciously moist cavern, utterly transfixed on how precious his kitten was. The author let out a fierce growl as a new wave of lust washed over him. He couldn't take much more of this...he needed his daily dose of Misaki. Pretty soon, he ended the scorching kiss with a sigh, and lingered his voice towards the teen's shivering earlobe.
"Misaki," the author whispered against the flushed face, delighting the lust that was clouding his kitten's eyes. "Turn around. I want to see that ass of yours."
Misaki's heart accelerated. "B-But," he stammered, flushing furiously from that audacious comment. "It's s-still s-sore d-down t-there. I'll—"
"No need to worry, my cute pet," the man assured, licking his kitten playfully. "I'll be gentle."
Misaki whimpered, yet did what was commanded of him until he was facing at his Master's cock. Misaki blushed, no matter how many times he saw it, he could never get used to that impressive length his Master possessed. Just seeing it throbbing with need…he found desires stirring within him that he never thought were possible. Just looking at that delicious cock that was coating with pre-cum…he found himself biting his lower lip just to control the heaving moans that wanted to escape. He didn't know what particular emotion was attacking him, all he knew was that it was giving him a rather strange urge...an urge to lick—no, that wasn't it. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to feel that luscious cock within his mouth again. He shivered as he remembered how delicious the man's come had tasted. Despite the bitterness, it had an exquisite flavor—much like biting into an exotic fruit. He remembered how hot that cum was trailing down the length his mouth, blissfully pleased as the author exploded into him. God, it tasted so good then.
Although the teen was struggling to convey his physical desires, the author welcomed his with open arms. A lustful smirk had materialized amongst that handsome face as he held the kitten's bottom with each hand, spreading them wide as he allowed himself the clearest view of that tight, pink hole that belonged to Misaki. He licked his lips deliciously. That hole his kitten possessed was a gift from the Gods! Throughout the extent of their relationship, he often wondered how such a cute little thing managed to stretch around that massive cock of his. The author knew he was rather large, yet he'd figured the boy would loosen over time. Yet, no matter how many times he fucked that hole into oblivion, it remained as tight as ever.
"Misaki," Akihiko growled, digging his fingers within that enticing hole. He smirked evilly as that heated gasp sprung above him. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Don't say shit like that!" Misaki heaved, trying with all his might not to succumb to luscious fingers that was breaching his ass was so wonderfully.
The author grinned. "Even after everything, you still think you have the power to resist me?" he tantalized, chuckling as he spread those cheeks a little wider. "You silly boy, it seems I'll have to punish you."
Just as the teen was about to snap, he felt that hot, unmistakable tongue plunge itself into his heated entrance. Unable to help himself, he released a loud, unabashed scream as his entrance was so attacked so lusciously. The feel of his Master's tongue flicking his sensitive insides…he never knew something so…vulgar would feel this good. He shivered as that addictive warmth fluttered into the barriers of his sensitive flesh.
"U…Usagi-san!" Misaki moaned, pushing his ass unconsciously towards the writer's face, desperately wanting to feel more of that addictive heat. "St…Stop it! I don't…I don't lik—"
The author let out a throaty chuckle. "You amuse me, Misaki," he chaffed, his eyes glowing deliciously at that shivering ass. "You say don't like it—" he trailed on, pausing to circle his moisten tongue against that enflamed entrance. He grinned maniacally as that seductive whimper trailed above him. "—yet look at your body," he mused, chortling as those hips thrusted themselves back. "You're simply begging for my touch, aren't you?"
An adorable blush plundered Misaki's face. Akihiko was right. The teen could do nothing more but process the embarrassing truth within those chilling words: he was addicted to the author's touch. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he knew the feelings were there: he craved his Master's advances.
"Ahhh!" Misaki exclaimed, shivering deliciously as that tongue violated his acquisitive entrance. "Usagi-san!"
He couldn't help the screams that escaped him as that tongue infiltrated his hankering cavern so warmly. He moaned yet again, utterly helpless against those animalistic desires. His body…it burned with a lustful fire that couldn't be subdued. His insides clasping as those forbidden desires scampered throughout the formulations of his mind. Throughout the continuation of their heated foreplay, the teen's mind gradually begin to decline as he ensued the naughty desires he always contained inside. As the author continued to feast upon his intoxicating cavern, Misaki had leaned down, grabbed his Master's erection, and slowly licked the tip. The author had growled in approval, for the collision of that lingering mouth clamping around his dick felt so fucking good. If he weren't tasting the sweet ass above him, he'd be shoving that blissful mouth to deep-throat him for all he was worth.
"Mmph!" Misaki moaned, his actions interrupted as those gorgeous tongue movements plundered currents throughout his slender frame. "Haaaa…Usagi-san!" Despite his attempts to pleasure the author, the actions were getting quite difficult as that blissful tongue invaded his excited flesh. Throughout the extended waves of their lingering acts, the teen had become a bit irritated. Was he really that vulnerable against the simple caresses of his Master's touch? He didn't think he was, yet when viewing his current position…he was forced to process these assumptions towards his meddlesome accuracy.
Damn it! he fumed within his thoughts, screaming heavenly as that tongue continued to pierced his insides. How the hell am I supposed to fight this guy?!
You can't. Another part of him said, infuriating the teen even more.
I can! He hastily defended, unable to believe he was fighting himself. I know I can! Usagi-san doesn't have that much control over— "AHHH!" he let out shameless shriek as the tongue lingered upon his shivering ball sack.
Akihiko managed a beastly—yet unbearably sexy—grin as he continued these treatments towards his naughty nurse. "What?" he whispered against that hot ass, flicking his tongue against the sensitive slit of Misaki's member, chuckling lightly as those mewls infiltrated above him. "You're already this hard?" He grabbed the leaking cock, laughing ferociously as his kitten tried to resist. "You naughty boy."
Words tried formulate, yet the teen was forced to utter screams as those marvelous fingers began ramming his thirsty hole. Naughtiness bristled through the author, as much as he enjoyed tasting his kitten's flesh, he rather finger-bang the boy: the responses he received were much more gratifying. Slowly, he attacked the entrance more deeply, smirking as that sexy body rocked slowly against his unhurried movements.
"Ahhhh..." Misaki moaned, the flush staining his cheeks as the pleasure overclouded his body. "Master…that...feels so good." He couldn't fight those caresses any longer, the gentleness his Master gave him squelched his mind completely. It felt so good. He didn't know why he putting up such a bothersome fight—not when his body received ravishment like this. He mewled in pleasure, overcome by the raging heat attacking his small body.
The author grinned evilly, utterly pleased how the situation had turned out. The teen was succumbing into his body's desires...and for Akihiko, there was nothing more exotic than witnessing that blistering discovery. "You like having this done to you, don't you?" He hummed against that ringing flesh, shoving his fingers deeper, relishing how his kitten would throw back his head and moan.
Akihiko chuckled. "That's right, Misaki," he trailed on. "Open up for me."
Even now, embarrassment infiltrated the teen's veins. The author's mouth had curled into a ravishing smile.
"Misaki," he grunted blissfully, scissoring that hot cavern. "You want this, don't you? You want me to shove my cock up your ass...don't you?"
The teen flushed in response, moaning loudly as he was spiraling towards that blissful high. The author could do nothing but groan, utterly mesmerized by the delicious flesh lurking in front of him. Booming laughter liberated his very throat as his fingers were squelched by that tight asshole.
The boy was ready for him.
He pulled out his fingers slowly—chuckling as that adorable whine escaped his kitten's lips. Very faintly, the teen had raised himself from the embarrassing position, blushing profoundly when he witnessed the obvious erection staring back at him. Horror flashed throughout the boy. He knew that even if he pleasured himself...this erection wouldn't never go away. It was craving another touch—a touch that would keep him satisfied for weeks to come. Yet the thing was...he didn't know how to confront the author about it. He didn't want to be so pitiful and beg the author like that last time, yet there was no way he could actually take care of this himself—and in front of Akihiko of all people?
No. That was out of the question. He couldn't do something so—!
Powerful arms entangled themselves around the teen, bringing him back towards his blissful reality.
"U-Usagi-san!" Misaki gasped, utterly mortified by the sudden movement. "How—?"
"I know," the author whispered, his breath trailing towards that shivering earlobe. "Fingers aren't enough for you, aren't they?" (1)
Redness stained the teen's cheeks. "W-What the hell are you—?!"
"It was amusing when you were so delirious with your needs the other night," the man interrupted, not caring about the nastiness of his comment. "Yet it quite entertaining when you can't bring yourself to be honest." (2)
"Who…Who ever said that?!" Misaki yelled, his heart accelerating from the very truth of those words. "D-Don't assume things, you p-pervert! Not everyone is as—"
"Misaki," the man breathed, licking that luscious neck playfully. "Turn around. I want you to face me."
Once again, the teen felt the antagonizing flame staining against his cheeks. He couldn't believe the writer was being so bold—it totally overwhelmed him at times. Deciding to comply with the provocative request, the teen turned his body in face of the man—his face reddening all the more as that enticing body lingered underneath him. When the writer was satisfied with his kitten's current position, he laid back against the welcoming sheets once more and sighed contently. Misaki blinked, confusion coursing him as he continued to linger within this position. As he was about to ask the purpose of this position, he was interrupted when that cold, calculating gaze silenced him...his heartbeat had doubled dramatically.
"Ride me," the author simply said, enjoying the blush that leaked upon that cute face.
For a moment, the teen could say nothing. Shock merely amplified his features as the brashness within that comment slowly sunk in. He couldn't believe the author had asked him that! Like hell he was going to do some shit like that! What the hell was that writer smoking?! There was absolutely no way he'd—
"Misaki," the writer taunted, his eyes drowning in utter lust. "I'm waiting."
"B-Baka!" Misaki cried, shifting his gaze away. "There's no way I can do that sort of thing!"
Laughter erupted from the man. "And why not?" he challenged, thrusting his hips to convey his obvious erection to the teen. "It's really not that hard—just try moving yourself. You've seen me do it a thousand times."
"Th-That's n-not the p-point!" Misaki bellowed, flushing fiercely. "I c-can't do t-that!"
Despite what the teen had told him, that malicious grin never left that handsome face. He knew the boy wanted this: he couldn't hide anything from him.
"It doesn't matter," Akihiko stated, placing his hands amongst those slender hips. "I want you to do it. Besides, if I had to be honest with you…I've always wondered how you'd look riding my cock."
"B-But," the teen stammered, casting his eyes downward as that beautiful flush appeared on his face. "I don't know what to do! I've never practiced something like...this before."
Akihiko chuckled, his lover was so unbearably innocent. Never in his life had he imagined someone this angelic and pure would ever even cross his path. It was relieving from all the corruption and filth he met all in his life. It made him appreciate his kitten's presence all the way more.
"Misaki," he assured, placing his hand amongst that smooth cheek. "There's no need to panic," he whispered, his eyes fueling with nothing but love. "It's okay."
Misaki's eyes widened, as if he was expecting anything else but that answer. Amusement infiltrated the man's features. The boy was so cute.
After a minute of silence, the teen looked down and mumbled an affirmative. Akihiko smirked, the lust pouring into him all over again.
Misaki then positioned himself until he was under the hard and angry erection. The author held his member for stability as the teen lowered himself onto the aching member that was fuming beneath him. Misaki whined as the first sensation of pain consumed his body. Akihiko closed his eyes, groaning blissfully. You feel so good, Misaki, he had thought, removing his hand as the teen was half-way in. He opened his eyes a moment later, and was rewarded with the beautiful sight of his kitten panting above him, his face contorted between the mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Misaki," the author breathed, his voice dripping with designating lust. "Lower. Take my cock all the way inside."
Misaki whimpered but obeyed his Master's request. He lowered himself slowly until he was consuming the man's length entirely. He slowly pulled himself up...and gently impaled himself down. He continued this feat for several minutes, preparing his body for the everlasting pleasure. As the pain began to lessen, he moved faster with the length until he had created a pleasurable pace for himself.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki moaned, shivering greatly as the cock continued to spasm his insides. "Ahhh!"
Akihiko groaned, the pleasurable euphoria within this position was driving him crazy. He felt as though his dick would burst from the mere sensation of it. The teen was so damn tight, squelching his member as if he were fucking him for the first time. Misaki slowly increased his pace, bouncing rapidly as the pleasure continued to overfill him, the friction alone was enough for the writer to lose all sense of rationality.
"Ngnh…" the man had grunted, utterly mesmerized by the glowing warmth of that hot ass. "M…Misaki."
Delight had coursed through the teen. He loved how his Master said his name—especially during times like this: they were so full of heat and blissful passion. He moaned yet again as he was continuously entangled within that world of pleasure.
"Misaki," the author called out again, his eyes displaying that shameless hunger. "N...Not bad...ngh...you're doing quite good."
"I…ahhh...I don't need your approval!" Misaki flared, moaning as that cock continued to take him towards that heavenly world of ecstasy.
Thunderous laughter escaped that seductive voice. He raked his eyes upon the sight of that neglected member screaming for his touch. Witnessing that delicious pre-cum pooling all over his lower regions designated a hot need that couldn't be subdued. He grabbed the teen's erection and pumped mercilessly, smirking evilly as the boy released a careless scream.
"U-Usagi-san!" Misaki shrieked, barely able to breathe as he continued absorbing that monstrous erection. "D…Don't touch me there! I—ahhh!" He couldn't do it. He couldn't tell the author to stop. He was overwhelmed by the mixed sensations overloading him that he couldn't think straight.
Wild excitement encased the man's frame. Just the sight of his kitten riding him so deliciously was more than enough to send him over the edge. The waves of ecstasy that trailed forth did nothing but make the satisfaction all the more evident.
"Shit," the author groaned, clenching his teeth as the tightness continued to swallow him fully. "Misaki...you—argh!" He growled, throwing back his head as the teen grinded his hips so delectably. "Mmmm…just like that—Ah, yessss…"
Misaki blushed profoundly at the warmth encased within that hoarse voice. "Baka!" he screamed at the man, moving his hips towards that coursing heat below. "Stop saying shit like that!"
"Yessss…" Akihiko hissed, not even listening to that spunky lover of his. He was much too focused on the wonderful friction squelching his engorged member. "Faster, love."
The teen tried to obey, but the hand holding his member had squeezed harder. He let out a pathetic whimper. How the hell was he supposed to move faster when the hand attacking him was making him so weak? He attempted to comply with his Master's needs, yet his knees wobbled from the sheer pressure, unable to do anything more as that hand made his body quiver in submission.
Akihiko grabbed those slender hips and merely thrusted his sex upward. Misaki couldn't help but release the piercing scream as he got the fucking of his life.
"Ahhh!" Misaki hollered, his chest rising and falling as the author continued to pound his thirsty hole. "M-Master—nyaaaa!"
"It feels so good to be inside you," Akihiko purred, licking his lips deliciously as that lovely heat consumed him. "So hot and tight—nnngh…"
Misaki bit his lip, struggling to contain the lustful remarks inside. That hard dick penetrating his insides…he could do nothing more but feel that wondrous friction plowing that slutty hole of his. He whimpered, desperately attempting to encompassed the annoying moans at bay. The author witnessed this action, and a glint of naughtiness slowly enrolled his violaceous orbs.
"Misaki," he uttered huskily, squeezing delectable bottom. "Are you trying to hold in your voice again?"
The teen could say nothing—easily giving the man the answer he needed.
"Don't do that," the writer purred, rising up to lick that delicious neck. "I love hearing you—don't deny me those intoxicating moans of yours."
Again, nothing but whimpers designated the teen's lips. Akihiko flashed that malicious grin, determined to make his nurse scream.
"So that's how you play, huh?" He taunted, utterly enjoying this newfound "game". "Just remember," he assured, whispering naughtiness into those shivering earlobes. "This is all your fault."
True to his promise, he grabbed those slender hips and began pounding like never before. A sadistic grin flickered across his handsome features as that piercing scream designated the very walls—boosting his ego tenfold.
"Much better," he growled, planting marks against that quivering neck. "Much, much better."
"AHHH!" Misaki screamed, unable to resist that hard cock plowing his sensitive flesh. The pressure inside him was too much! He thought he'd die from the sweet euphoria filling his body.
"Usagi-san!" the teen squeaked, tears of pleasure streaming down his flushed face. "Nyaaaa!"
"Misaki," the author hissed, utterly dazzled by that angelic face screaming his name. "Mngh...God, you're so beautiful," he breathed, circling his tongue around those luscious nipples. Misaki gasped, wrapping his arms amongst those broad shoulders, his heart fluttering in happiness. He'd never been called "beautiful" before. It sounded surprisingly wonderful—especially coming from the author's lips.
"Ohhh," Misaki slurred, his words unable to formulate as that cock stimulated his senses. "Ha…Haaaah."
His vision was going. He started seeing double as the excruciating pleasure continued to throb throughout his entire body, his lightly-tanned skin glistening with sweat.
Pretty soon, the author pulled him in for another mesmerizing kiss. Misaki moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around that powerful body. Their kiss became wild: their tongues plunging in on their own accord, dancing that passionate tune that only their hearts could decipher. Akihiko brought the teen down for dazzling thrust, groaning in utter delight as his climax was rapidly approaching.
"Ahhhhhh! U...Usagi-san!" Misaki screamed, throwing back his pleasure as that cock continued to drive him throughout the realms of ecstasy. These feelings—they were too much! The way the man was pounding into him...he found himself mewling for more…more of that raging dick that was making him lose his mind!
"Misaki," the author growled, increasing his pace with lightning speed—groaning blissfully as his member was engulfed by those amazing walls. "I love you."
The teen gasped, that unmistakable warmth spreading across his entire body. He mewled helplessly as that cock continued to breach his prostate, the pleasure escalating into something that was entirely out of his control. This feeling...it was so exquisite…so deep…so hot. He threw back his head and screamed as a stupendous orgasm raked throughout his delicious frame and spilled all over the man's chest.
The feeling the man felt as those hot walls clamped around him designated titillation. He gritted his teeth and released an animalistic cry as his hot seed shot into that thirsty cavern, drowning them both in sheer ecstasy. When orgasmic high faded from both their regions, the author pulled his kitten into his powerful arms and laid back against the comforting pillows below. Misaki felt his cheeks reddening from the contact.
After a minute of utter silence, the teen began to squirm uncomfortably—to which the older adult took as the teen wanting to say something. Instantly, he released the younger male, curious of why he wanted to pull away from him.
"What is it?" the man asked, curiosity fueling his features as the teen refused to look at him. "Are you alright?"
The brunet didn't say anything, he merely looked down to see his hands trembling.
"Misaki?" The author asked, worriedness invading his tone. What if he made the boy uncomfortable? Even though he was carrying fulfilling his side of the bargain, he honestly didn't want to force the boy into doing something he really didn't want to do. Those other times didn't count, though: for he knew his kitten wanted that. The truth was literally screaming within those adorable eyes of his. Yet...what if he went too far this time? What if his kitten didn't say anything because he didn't want to disappoint him? Instantly, the author felt the gnawing guilt coursing through his body. He'd been too careless—only thinking about himself while his sweetheart was probably forcing himself to commit every action the man expected of him.
And it was all his fault.
Just as he was about to apologize, the teen had uttered a statement—a statement so surprising that literally made the author reconcile in shock.
"Did…Did I do it right?" he asked, casting his eyes downward as that adorable flush overclouded his face. He whispered the question so low that anyone else would have probably strain themselves to hear—yet the author had heard him loud and clear.
His eyes widened. So that's why his kitten was acting so timid. He wanted to know if he pleased the older man. He wanted to know if he did a good job.
A beautiful grin had graced the author's face. Without warning, he grabbed his lover and wrapped the delicate body around his arms, happily processing the words the teen had given him. He sighed, utterly relieved he didn't force the teen to do anything.
"Usagi-san?" Misaki asked, confusion coursing through him as the man suddenly hugged him. "What...are you doing?"
"Yes," the writer had suddenly said, momentarily releasing the teen as he looked into those glowering orbs of innocence. "Right now—I'm the most satisfied person in the world."
Happiness begin to infiltrate the teen. Baka Usagi! Why did he say such things?! He couldn't speak, he couldn't even look at the man—he was too busy trying to stop his heart from bursting into stupid pieces. The moment the author had told him that, he just felt...so happy. The teen knew he was inexperienced, it was often one of the reasons he let the author indulged in their "sessions" regularly. He didn't know what he was doing—he was awkward when it came to the aromas of sex. Yet when the author finally induced him to start their lovemaking, he couldn't deny the terror that rushed through him. After all, it was different matter from normal things: he had to know what he was doing! Yet when the man had uttered that truth, relief had coursed through him. He felt important, proud, and most of all, like he belonged somewhere. He knew these thoughts were silly, yet he couldn't help but think that. The differences between them were too great. It was comforting to know that he'd done something successfully for the man to favor him.
Even…if that meant carrying out your perverted fantasies. He thought, flushing fiercely.
The author witnessed that blush smearing across that face...and felt the warmness inflicting his heart. This boy…he was so cute. He was the only one who could have his heart fluttering. He was the only one he'd allowed to see him within his pitiful state, and most of all, he was the only one whom he belonged too—physically and emotionally.
He hugged the teen again—relishing the feel of his kitten's heart pounding against his.
"Misaki," he whispered, leaning closer to meet that beautiful gaze. "I love you."
Misaki blushed, his heart hammering wildly.
The author chuckled and instantly brought his lips to meet his lovers'. There was nothing lustful about this kiss they shared. It was short and sweet—practically screaming their love that couldn't be described in words.
When the kiss had ended, the author smiled and started whispering his declarations of love and cherishment. Of course, the teen scowled at him. Pretending he didn't like it when his actions had stated otherwise. Akihiko smirked, but left the matter alone. Immediately, he encased the teen within his arms, relishing the feel of their nakedness surging together. He kissed his kitten one last time before succumbing into that deep slumber. As the author continued to sleep, the teen had thought about just how blessed he was that he had someone who lived and breathed for his existence. Honestly, he did feel bad pushing the author away from him—yet he didn't have a choice! If he stated his feelings too often, he would spoil the man—and that was something he did not want to do! He wanted his…"declarations" to be rare and special.
But...maybe it wouldn't so bad if he voiced those feelings once in a while.
Someday I'll make it up to you, he thought, a tinge of pink staining his adorable cheeks. I promise.
And with that, the teen had fell into a blissful sleep...thinking of nothing but his perverted rabbit.

Thank you for reading! (É-‿-)É¥ß:¥ß:¥ß
(1) + (2): Unfortunately...not my quotes. I paraphrased them of course, but they still belong to another Yaoi series. "You're My Loveprize in Viewfinder" Volume Five, Chapter 30.2 (an extra, I think), Page 26.
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