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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 Nine!

Damn him! Misaki cursed, cold fury fueling his thoughts as he continued chopping the onions he was preparing for dinner. Stupid. Chop. Self-centered. Chop. Perverted. Chop. "ASSHOLE!" He snarled out, chopping the onion with much force than necessary.
Misaki realized the misdeed and blushed profoundly. He couldn't believe he was focusing on the concepts of that! Yet given the situation at hand, he couldn't exactly avoid the lingering thought—the author had made sure of that.
It all started earlier that dreadful—as Misaki liked to put it—morning when they both had arisen from a passionate night of sex that involved strawberries, chocolate, and a LOT of whipped cream. Misaki groaned. His lower back was on fire. Damn that Usagi—damn him to the pits of hell! He nearly broke his hips! How the hell could someone be so thoughtless?! Didn't the man care at all?! He knew the teen had school and other errands that involved walking! Just how the hell was he supposed to explain this noticeable limp to everyone every time they—well, he—decided to engage into these "physical activities"?!
"Baka," Misaki grumbled as he laid against that powerful chest. "I will most definitely get you for this!"
Akihiko chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully at the remark. "Okay, Misaki," he mused, rubbing his kitten's delicate skin.
"I'm serious!" Misaki growled, rising faintly to meet those mirthful pools of lilac. "Stop laughing at me!"
The author smiled gently. "I never said I was laughing at you," he teased, rising slightly to kiss those addictive lips. "Really, Misaki. It's always you whose makes a big deal out of things."
"Y-You…" Misaki sputtered, unable to believe the rabbit was trying to pin the blame on him yet again. "How dare you—?"
"Exactly my point," Akihiko uttered calmly.
"Argh!" Misaki howled, beyond pissed that the rabbit had beaten him yet again. "Forget this shit! I'm going back to my room!"
Akihiko chortled. His kitten could be so utterly amusing. He waited for Misaki to leave the bedroom in a huff, yet as the minutes passed by, the boy was still lingering within the room.
Didn't he say he was leaving? He thought, arching an eyebrow in confusion. Why is he still here?
Just as he was going to ask, he noticed the flash of pain that flickered across his kitten's face. Realizing the problem, a smirk slowly wavered.
"Misaki," Akihiko breathed, not even bothering to hide the amusement within his voice. "I can't help but notice you're still within my bedroom...is there something the matter?"
Misaki's heart accelerated. "N-No!" He said a little too quickly. "N-Nothing's wrong! I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much! Now would you quit—ahhh!" He howled, a sear of pain ripping through his lower body as he attempted to move.
"Hmmm," the author mused, his smirk becoming more and more apparent as the boy continued to struggle out of bed. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"
Misaki blushed. "Of course, not!" He snapped as he complied with his body's wishes and stayed within the comfortable bed sheets. "And even if there was, it's entirely your fault anyway!"
"And how exactly is it my fault?" Akihiko questioned, grabbing his box of cigarettes that were lying amongst the counter.
"Y…You did this to me!" Misaki shouted, becoming angrier by the second. "I wouldn't be going through this right now if you hadn't—"
"If I hadn't what, Misaki?" Akihiko interrupted, all amusement gone from his voice.
Misaki stiffened a gasp, momentarily distracted by the author's beauty. Damn you, Usagi! He thought subconsciously, his heart pounding all the more. Why do you have to be so…gorgeous?
"If...you hadn't made me...say all those words." Misaki finished rather lamely.
"Oh?" Akihiko uttered, his face giving away his curiosity. "What exactly did I tell you to say?"
"Things." Misaki whispered, the flush becoming more apparent.
"What kind of things?"
"Usagi-san!" Misaki retaliated, his fingers gripping the sheets uncomfortably. "Stop it!"
Akihiko snickered. "What? I'm just curious."
"Don't worry about it!"
"Misaki," he breathed, leaning closer to that blushing face. "Come now, don't be so cold. I just want to know what you're thinking...there's no harm in that, right?"
The teen flickered his gaze downward, his heart fluttering loudly. "M…My body wouldn't be in so p-p-pain if you d-didn't make me s-say those...things."
Akihiko smirked. How his cutie had such a weak will at times. "Again, that was entirely your fault."
"HOW?!" Misaki screeched, clearly outraged.
"Simple," Akihiko shrugged, bringing that wretched cigarette towards his lips. "You seduced me. I was utterly helpless against those enticing pleas of yours. I couldn't control myself—"
"STOP making yourself to be the victim!" Misaki hissed. "We all know who the damned mastermind is!"
Akihiko chuckled. "You flatter me."
"That wasn't a compliment!" Misaki snapped. "Quit twisting my words around so that they'll only benefit you!"
The writer did nothing but chuckle in response.
"Asshole," the teen scowled, folding his arms. "I can't believe you made me say those things! Ah, I was so loud!" He whined, hiding his face in shame. "Why didn't you tell me to keep it down?! I would have kept quiet if you told me!"
"Misaki," Akihiko simply uttered, exhaling the wretched smoke. "During that time...I don't think you could have kept quiet even if it killed you."
"FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!" Misaki bellowed, his cheeks becoming that beautiful shade of red. "HOW COULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"
"Because it's the truth," Akihiko stated bluntly, his eyes scorching victoriously.
"BAKA!" Misaki yelled, smacking the author's chest. Akihiko laughed from the very action while Misaki gritted his teeth in anger. "That's it!" He hollered, rising up from the bed. "I can't stand your harassment any longer! I'm outta he—oww!" He hissed, placing his hand on the wall to steady himself as the pain stabbed his backside.
"You talk as if you could leave the room," Akihiko teased, still inhaling that wretched cigarette.
"Be quiet!" Misaki snarled, gripping the wall in utter embarrassment.
Akihiko snickered, blowing a triumphant amount of smoke right within his kitten's direction.
Misaki scowled. His lover could be so arrogant sometimes! Wanting nothing more to leave the room, he uttered one last sigh before limping his way to the awaited exit—his hand gripping the wall for continued support.
Akihiko grinned evilly, licking his lips from the very action. He didn't know what it was, but witnessing the struggles his kitten was going through was highly satisfying. It brought back the memories of last night—and what a wonderful night that was. Although Misaki was bitching about it now, he sure as hell wasn't complaining last night! Akihiko had spoken nothing but the truth: he couldn't help himself—not when his kitten was begging for more. Who was he to deny delicious flesh when it was offered to him so willingly? He did what any man would have done and pounced amongst his prey. Countless times that night, he brought the teen orgasm after orgasm. He fucked his kitten so much that his mind began to decline until he was so delirious under the pleasure, that he threw away that troublesome pride and succumbed to him wholeheartedly—not even caring that his demands were downright slutty.
Akihiko smirked. His kitten was so cute then: so lost under the sensations that he was practically begging for the man to give it to him—and the author had gave it to him. Hard.
So the teen had no right to complain—he practically drove himself into that situation!
As Misaki reached the door handle, he couldn't help but hear the author utter one of the most ridiculous demands he had ever heard. In fact, it was so ridiculous that he literally had to looked back and demand the idiot to repeat that statement again.
Akihiko flashed a devilish grin. "You heard me," he purred, delighted his command caught the boy's attention. "Cook me breakfast in nothing but an apron."
For a moment Misaki just stood there frozen in place, unable to register the meaning of those words. Yet as the concepts of those words slowly began to sink in, cold fury had quickly overtook him. That bastard! How dare he suggest something as vulgar as that?! Like hell he was going to dress up in some corny ass apron! He wasn't gonna wear that shit! Just as he was about to let his lover have it, Akihiko had yet again reminded him of the bet they placed with the indicated factors the winner possessed. At that moment, Misaki had the urge to strangle that sadistic asshole.
"Bet be damned!" He wanted to say. "I'll take my chances with the consequences!" Despite that raging thought, he knew it wouldn't be wise to voice out that opinion. No matter how unfair the matter was, the author was right. He'd won their match fair and square—and what a way to rub it in his face! As the teen were about to succumb to that deed, his fate was somewhat prolonged when Aikawa had barged within their room, looking like the devil herself.
For a moment, Misaki let himself believe he was saved...until he realized the absolute horror of the situation.
Aikawa was in the room with them.
And they both weren't wearing any clothing at the moment.
A blush had risen against his cheeks as he attempted to cover himself. Aikawa had seen them! How embarrassing! Even though she knew of their relationship, it was still humiliating to be caught like this. Yet as the seconds passed by, Misaki learned that the editor wasn't the slightest bit interested in what she walked into—it was rather who she wanted to speak to that was astonishingly captivating.
As usual, she was pissed at the author who was lying in bed at the moment, his expression indifferent to the world around him.
Apparently, there was a book-signing event the author had to attend today. Aikawa had told him this event was extremely important because not only did it promote a larger fan-base for his upcoming novel, but it also staggered the sales for the well-being of their company. Yet Aikawa may as well have told this information to a brick wall. Akihiko didn't give a shit. He disregarded the news as usual and put it off to the last-minute.
And now Aikawa was bursting within his bedroom, already complaining that he was ten minutes late.
Given that he had no other choice, the author stood out of bed, grabbed his pants and walked out of the bedroom. For a moment, Misaki thought his prayers had been answered. Yet he was proven wrong again when the author had grabbed his face for one last kiss—not even caring that his editer was standing right there. Misaki pushed him away, blushing slightly. Akihiko chuckled, obviously amused. Slowly, he leaned forward until he met that reddened earlobe.
"This is over, Misaki," he whispered, nibbling his kitten's earlobe. "I expect you to be dressed when I return."
Misaki couldn't help the shivers that cascaded down his frame at that outrageous comment.
Akihiko smirked, the teen was too cute. Once more, he kissed his little cutie before getting ready and leaving his home altogether.
Misaki sighed in relief. The bastard was finally gone! Good riddance! He thought, changing into some clothes. I didn't I'd last another second watching that stupid smirk trial across his stupid face!
For the rest of the afternoon, Misaki was proud to say that he enjoyed it to the fullest. He cleaned the house, got a chance to catch up on his studies, and most importantly, his back wasn't hurting him as much anymore. Although he was enjoying his time alone, he knew it wouldn't last.
He was right.

Before he knew what was happening, it was already evening. Of course, this information did not bother him. It was only until he thought of the author when the shock officially registered within him. Crap! He thought, slapping himself in the head. Usagi-san's gonna be home any minute and I still haven't made dinner! Just as he was about to get started, the events of this morning came flooding back into his mind.
Aikawa. The meeting. The apron.
Cook me breakfast in nothing but an apron. Akihiko had demanded. I expect you to be dressed when I return...
Misaki's cheeks flushed the color of scarlet.
NO! He thought, shaking his head rapidly. I'M NOT WEARING THAT SHIT!
But you have to. Another part of his mind uttered.
NO, I DON'T! He snarled right back.
Um, yeah you do. That part of him stated calmly. You know what will happen if you don't…
Misaki groaned, resisting the urge to kick the wall. That logical side of him was right. The punishment he'd get if he didn't wear that wretched apron would be far more severe more than anything else. He should know: he'd fallen victim to the author's wrath for many, many years. Throwing the remains of his pride to the garbage, he quickly went upstairs to the author's bedroom and searched through the closet to find that wretched apron.
Bastard. He thought, glaring at himself in the mirror. I'll never forgive you for this! He was completely naked: the only thing that was truly covering him was the vividly pink apron that was staring right back at him within the reflection. Deciding not to dwell on that factor any longer, he went downstairs—grumbling nonstop as he went—to the kitchen to prepare dinner for his perverted Master.
Which now, brings us back to the kitchen scene.
"Baka Usagi!" Misaki grumbled to himself, cutting more onions than the amount necessary. "Making me wear this stupid thing just to satisfy your sick fantasies! Insensitive jerk!"
Right at that same moment, Misaki heard the familiar sound of the door opening. He gasped, intercepting the feelings of excitement and fear coursing through his veins.
The author was here.
Suddenly, he couldn't speak. The protests he had in store for his lover instantly dispersed the moment he caught sight of that familiar gleam lurking within those calculative irises. He felt his heart pound at triple speed as soon as that indecorous smile itched its way across that flawless face. Misaki flushed, trying to look anywhere else but at the handsome figure before him. He was so focused on cutting the vegetables that he failed to notice how Akihiko had suddenly sprung up behind him, looking beastly as ever. A gasp escaped his lips as soon as those powerful arms surrounded him.
Akihiko laughed. "There's no need to be scared," he purred, licking his lips slightly. "I assure you, I don't bite."
Misaki shivered. "W-Who said I was s-scared?!" He retorted, hoping with all his might the author couldn't hear his heart pounding. "I was j-just surprised, that's all."
Booming laughter erupted from that perfect mouth. "Whatever you say, Misaki."
"B-Be quiet!" Misaki cried, not liking the way that voice coursed through him. "And let go of me! Can't you see I'm cooking here?!"
"That's good," the author whispered, his voice designating into a vibrating growl. "Because I'm rather hungry for some Misaki."
"B-Baka!" Misaki yelled, his stomach cascading butterflies as it eagerly absorbed those delicious comments. "Talk about corny—"
"It's the truth," he growled, leaning in to tease the shell of Misaki's ear with the tip of his tongue. "After such a long day of stress, I just long to go home so that my cute little Misaki can take care of me."
"D-Don't..." Misaki whimpered, the blush dusting against his cheeks. "Don't say—ahhh!"
As always, the author ignored him. He was too transfixed by his kitten's scent to care about anything else.
"Misaki," Akihiko purred lasciviously as his hands stroked that youthful flesh. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?"
"U-Usagi-san!" Misaki pleaded, squirming uncontrollably as those fingers designated pleasure at every wake. "Would you please stop touching me?! I cant—"
"Oh?" Akihiko mused, his mouth curving into a ravishing grin. "You don't like me touching you?"
"Of c-course not!" Misaki protested, fighting with all his might not to succumb to those heavenly fingers. "I already told you that! Now leave me alone!"
Dark laughter raked from the author's lips. "Really?" He teased, eyeing the growing erection his kitten was sprouting. "That's not what your body's telling me, though." He trailed his hands down to caressed that leaking member.
"Stop it!" Misaki cried, the pleasure beginning to course throughout his entire body. "S-Stop…"
Akihiko continued to ignore him, stroking his kitten as if on auto-pilot.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki squealed, his voice getting higher and higher as the author continued to pump him. "N-No more! P-Please..."
You're so cute, Misaki. Akihiko thought, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
"A…Ahhh…" Misaki moaned, his body succumbing the unadulterated pleasure it desperately tried to resist.
Akihiko chuckled. "Is it good, Misaki?" He questioned against that shivering ear.
Misaki couldn't say anything, he could only turn his head in embarrassment. Akihiko groaned upon the sight. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and gave a long lick to that exposed, unblemished neck that was simply begging for his attention. Misaki moaned softly, causing the writer to chuckle. So adorable. He thought, continuing his heated actions. Just to tease his kitten, he began to ravish that youthful neck until it was covered in love bites. To his satisfaction, the teen moaned a bit louder, his body shivering greatly from that experienced tongue.
"U…Usagi-san!" Misaki whined, attempting to push the man off him. "S-Stop it—mngh! Please! Didn't we just—?"
"Didn't we just what, Misaki?" Akihiko interrupted, amusement clearly evident within his tone as the teen brought back the wonderful events that took place last night.
Immediately, that pink blush stained that adorable face."Umm," Misaki mumbled, his voice getting steadily lower as each second passed by. "We...we just—"
"—had sex?" Akihiko hindered, finishing the sentence for him.
Misaki's cheeks flushed the brightest red. "Don't say that out loud!" He yelled, averting his eyes away. "Th…That's dirty!"
The author chuckled yet again at that beautiful innocence. "Misaki," he purred, placing his hot tongue amongst that neck once more. "That was last night—I need to recharge."
"P…Pervert!" Misaki managed to gasp, squirming in delight as the author continued to mark him. "U-Usagi-san! Q-Quit it! I don't want—"
"You don't want this?" Akihiko jested, his lips curving into a naughty smile.
"No, I don't!" Misaki exclaimed, moaning heavily as that tongue continued driving him to the realms of ecstasy. A whimper designated from his throat. This wasn't good. His body was responding to the man! What the hell?! Didn't we do it last night?! Misaki thought. Why is my body responding to him like this?! Am...am I really that greedy? No! He growled. That can't be it! I know it isn't! "Baka!" he shouted, his body numbing to the sensations once more. "S-Stop..ahhh…"
Akihiko kept trailing his marks throughout that lustful body. He smiled. He couldn't help the smugness that coursed through him. His kitten was such a liar: saying he didn't want it even though his body was clearly saying otherwise.
Such foolishness, he thought. Then again, I suppose denying what you truly want is one of your delectable traits. Oh, how you turn me on, Misaki.
"Nyaa!" Misaki cried, the heat consuming his chain of thought. Damn it! he fumed, What the hell is wrong with me?! Why...why does he have to be so good?!
Misaki was so absorbed within the mist of pleasure that he didn't even notice the author changing their locations until he was up against the kitchen wall. Reluctantly, Akihiko removed his mouth from the delicious skin and began sliding his hand down towards that sweet ass. Misaki gasped, biting his lip as those cold fingers rubbed his twitching hole.
"W...What the hell?!" Misaki screeched, the redness staining his cheeks as he fully processed his surroundings. "Why am I up against the fucking wall, you pervert?!"
A dangerous gleam infiltrated those those piercing eyes from that careless response. Misaki's his heart accelerated, desperately trying to contain the excitement and fear that escalated through him. Slowly, Akihiko leaned his head forward until his lips were touching the kitten's ear.
"You want to know why?" He breathed, relishing the shiver that descended down that youthful frame. He chuckled darkly. "Such a curious little kitten," he trailed on, trailing his hands amongst that delectable ass, cupping it softly. "I wonder if I should punish you." He said in a whisper, spreading that ass apart to witness that quivering hole.
"Hey!" Misaki cried, pleasure flooding into his veins based on the gleaming dominance infiltrating that sinful voice. "Stop t-touching—?!"
"Make me," the author purred, his lustful aroma making the kitten shiver all the more. "Hmmm," He paused, gazing within that reddening flesh. "It's loosened up pretty well from last night." He pointed out, shoving a finger within that tight cavern—earning a wanton-ish cry from those delectable lips. "You'll be able to enjoy it a lot more."
"Ahhh!" Misaki moaned as the finger breached his prostate. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the pleasure coursed through his body like a wave.
The author smirked. "You want more?" He rasped, loving those intoxicating pants that spiraled from those cherry lips. Nothing escaped Misaki's mouth but a choked scream.
"Misaki," Akihiko groaned, loving the sounds that trailed throughout the kitchen as he finger-fucked his kitten into an oblivion. "Do you want something else? Does my fingers not satisfy you?" He'd gotten his answer when a scream echoed throughout the lavish walls. He grinned evilly. "What would you like, my lustful kitten? Are you in need of my cock, love?" He chuckled devilishly. "How utterly naughty of you. Yet rest assured, my cute pet. I'll fuck that tight ass of yours until you see nothing but stars."
Misaki flushed at his Master's commentary, yet he knew somewhere within his mind...he rather enjoyed it.
"Oh, Misaki," Akihiko sibilated, shoving his fingers even deeper. "I can't get enough of you."
"Usagi-san!" Misaki screamed, his body succumbing into that hot heaven his Master had set upon it.
Akihiko's self-control demolished into nothing. He needed to inside of the boy—he needed to like now. Immediately, he placed his hands amongst the waistband of his pants and shoved them down rather quickly. He lifted that slender leg, before lining his member against that twitching hole and shoving himself in instantly.
"AHHHH!" Misaki screamed, his body bursting into pleasurable sensations as the author thrust against his prostate head on.
"Fuck," Akihiko hissed; his voice drunk with lust. "You're so hot, Misaki."
Misaki's cheeks flared from the shamelessness of that comment. Yet before he could tell the man off, that's when the writer decided to move—and Misaki could think no longer. He moaned profoundly. His Master's cock was always so big—and this new angle was stretching his insides more than ever. Another wanton-ish cry escaped from his throat. Akihiko's cock…it was always so deep. It made him more aware of the irrefutable pleasure that was coursing through him.
"Does it feel good, baby?" Akihiko whispered in that sexy voice.
Misaki could say nothing—he was lost under the unadulterated bliss his body was experiencing.
"Misaki," the man grunted, amusement clouding his voice. "You shouldn't ignore your lover—it's very disrespectful."
"S…Shut-up!" Misaki gasped through the author's rapid thrusting. "Don—ahhh! Don't say such...mgnhh...stupid things! It's annoying!"
Akihiko chuckled. "You know you like it, Misaki," he purred, licking the teen's earlobe, enjoying the sweet taste that lingered there.
"Shut-up!" Misaki cried out again, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to fight the feelings overwhelming him. "I DO NOT like it! Don't say another word!" (1)
Akihiko smirked. "Whatever you say, Misaki," he growled, biting that throbbing neck—relishing the sudden pulse that lingered beneath his teeth.
Misaki gasped as tremors of pleasure shot right through him. Oh my God. He thought, momentarily succumbing to the excruciating pleasure that was sapping between his legs. It feels so good. Dammit, why am I always swept away like this? I—"AHHHH!" He screamed as the pleasure brought him back to reality.
Akihiko chuckled. "That was pretty loud," he grunted out, thrusting a bit harder—loving the scream that came with it. "What's the matter?" He questioned, bringing his hands over those vividly pink nipples. "Are you craving my touch?" He pinched those delectable nubs, causing the teen to scream in pleasure. He smirked. "Do I make you that hot, Misaki?"
Misaki's heart fluttered from that confident prowl. Shit! He thought. Why does he have to be so dirty?! Why can't he say normal stuff for once?! And yet, despite what he thought, he knew he liked—no loved—that barbaric vocabulary his lover used. Those vulgarized words…promising what they would do his sensitive body…he shivered in pleasure at the thought.
"Misaki," Akihiko rasped, licking his lips as his kitten screamed in pleasure. "Do you want it deeper?"
Misaki tensed as the sound of his moans ringed past his ears. He whimpered cutely, embarrassment flooding through his veins. He couldn't believe the volume of his voice!Was he really that loud? No, he couldn't have been! Yet no matter how much he tried to deny himself that, the facts were slowly spiraling from the depths of his reality. He was. He really was. He couldn't believe his body had succumbed to the pleasures of sex so easily—but it was all the author's fault! Stubbornly, he bit his lower lip. He knew he was being foolish, but he didn't care! He would not give this bastard the satisfaction! He would not!
Akihiko grinned evilly. "You never learn, do you?" He mused, his eyes gleaming maliciously. Just when he thought he couldn't get more aroused. His kitten was trying to silence himself—again. Although others might tire of this repeated action, it never failed to heighten the author into the depths of ecstasy. He had to admit—his lover had spunk. How he loved the defiant aroma that always seemed to cloud the teen. It always made him enjoy the challenge of tearing down that resistance all the more.
Misaki said nothing, only biting his lip to suppress the heated moans that longed to escape.
Akihiko clucked his tongue mockingly. He was going to enjoy this.
To Misaki's surprise, he found himself being pushed further into the kitchen wall, his leg lifted higher than ever.
"W-What are y-you d-doing?" Misaki stammered, releasing his hold amongst his lower lip.
Akihiko smirked. "You shouldn't have done that, Misaki."
Before the teen could retort something smart, his hole was attacked by the barbaric, frenzied thrusts his Master was giving him.
"Mmph!" Misaki mewled, biting back most of the moan. "Ahhhh…"
The pleasure—it was too much! The way his Master's cock was piercing right through him, attacking his poor hole until his body would remember nothing but that scorching heat was plumbing through it. His body…it was losing…it was going limp from the predatory actions of his experienced lover.
"Misaki," the author grunted, furrowing his brows from the overwhelming tightness. "Shit...oh, Misaki."
The teen bit his lower lip—struggling to keep the heaving moans at bay. Just the man saying his name alone was enough plummet his mind to the point of no return. He couldn't believe how hard he was getting! How wet his member was getting. His Master's voice...oh, how he yearned to hear it again—
"Misaki," Akihiko slurred, intoxicated from the engulfment his dick was receiving. "Nngh—your ass feels so fucking good. I can never get enough of it."
Misaki wanted to cum. The author's deep, hypnotic voice was making his member wetter than ever. He turned his face away, hoping to hide away that secret pleasure.
Akihiko chuckled, realizing that hidden pleasure. "Does my voice get to you, my cute pet?" He whispered, loving the way that body stiffened the moment it was found out. "How does it feel like?" When the brunet said nothing, the author continued his perverted speech. "Does it feel as though I'm licking you?" He breathed, gliding his tongue towards the shivering mess beside him. "Does it feel as though I'm tasting those luscious nipples of yours?" He trailed on, placing his hands amongst those hardening nubs, relishing the cute moan from the very action. "Is that how it feels like, love?"
Misaki struggled not to raise his voice, his legs were quivering.
"Or does it feel," the author continued to grunt out, prolonging his vicious thrusts. "Like this?"
Misaki could not help it. He screamed. For that capricious erection had managed to reach his desired spot. His eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Akihiko chuckled. The cries escaping his kitten's cavern were just too cute. How he wanted them even louder.
"You like that, huh?" He whispered huskily, utterly intoxicated by those seductive cries. "You like getting fucked like this, don't you?" He paused, grunting harshly. "You're such a shameless little boy. I bet you'd cum for me right now, wouldn't you?"
"Usagi-san!" Misaki cried, feeling the familiar heat erupt within his stomach as Akihiko continued his vulgar rant. "Stop! I don't want to hear—ahhhhh!"
"You want that, don't you? My hot cum trailing down that ass of yours—marking you like the cum slut you are." Misaki bit his lip, trying so hard to stifle the sounds that wanted to break free. Akihiko let loose a filthy smile. "You're such a naughty little thing, aren't you? How delightful." (2)
"Ahhhh," Misaki moaned, shivering from that indecent speech. "U…Usagi-san…please—"
"Not to worry, pet," Akihiko grunted, pausing his rant to lick that luscious skin. "I'll be sure to fill this ass of yours. You always look so beautiful covered in my seed."
"Oh…oh God," Misaki whimpered, the heat within him spiraling out of control. He didn't know what was happening to him…but he loved it. God, he loved it.
Akihiko gave a throaty chuckle. "Yes, Misaki," he hissed, gritting his teeth in pleasure. "You liked that too, didn't you?"
The flush that overcame that the teen's face was instantaneous. His knuckles clamped against the lavish walls, tightening every time those powerful thrusts had ravished his small body. It felt so good. He couldn't think of anything but the blessed shaft infiltrating his cavern—making him delirious and unresponsive to the world around him. Nothing else overwhelmed him, all he was concerned about was the hardening flesh streaming between his legs.
"Haaah..." Misaki mewled, tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks. "Oh...ohhh!"
A wicked sneer designated that handsome face. "Misaki," he growled, pounding his kitten mercilessly. "Look at me."
"No," Misaki sobbed, shaking his head frantically. "I...I can't do something like that!"
Akihiko chuckled, "Don't play with me, Misaki. I know you want to."
"B...Baka!" Misaki yelled, his heart picking up at triple speed. "Quit sounding so smug! It's annoying—"
"Misaki," the author repeated, alluring him with that smooth, velvety voice of his. "Look at me."
Misaki whimpered. He knew he could never resist the author—not when he reeled him in with that deep, sexy voice of his. He was always drawn to the author, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Unconsciously, he turned head and peeked up through those long lashes—and his heart nearly popped out of his chest. Those eyes...they were so beautiful. They were alive and vivid with passion: piercingly bright and dangerously captivating. The teen whimpered at the mere sight of it.
How could someone be this beautiful I'll never know. He thought, his eyelashes fluttering ever so gently.
Akihiko chuckled, then yanked that face upwards and pulled the teen into a blistering kiss. Misaki's eyes widened with shock while the author boldly met his gaze, slipping his tongue within that innocent mouth. Misaki moaned, his mind heightening into that world of ecstasy.
"Ngh," the author breathed, gazing down that luscious face as their tongues tangled within a frenzied dance.
"Ahhhhh," Misaki mewled, moaning profoundly as he stared into those orbs that pierced his soul. "Ha...haah..."
Misaki's breath was hitching higher with each thrust. His entire being was absorbed by the rapturous pressure within, pressure so unmanageable that he could hardly breathe. Oh God, this heat—the ravishing heat...it was so high Misaki felt as though he were melting. He pulled away from the author, gasping heavily.
Akihiko groaned. His kitten was killing him with those expressions of his. Unable to endure any longer, he began to ramming in and out of the delicate body, his balls smacking loudly against that luscious ass.
For the next few minutes, nothing could be heard but the piercing screams designating from the teen's cavern. He could not help it—for his Master's member made him lose all sense of rationality. The way the cock was pumping in and out of his body…he found himself screaming once more. Everything…it was too much! The walls were too cool against his flushed skin, making him more aware of how much his body trembled as his Master stretched him so deliciously. Sweat was pouring down his body, his face radiating with heat as his dick bounced non-stoppingly against the author's thrusts.
"Mnmgh, " Misaki cried out, shivering profoundly. "No...ohhhh!"
Akihiko grinned savagely. His kitten made the cutest sounds when he was getting fucked. Just to tease the kid, he leaned forward until he nipped that delicious earlobe.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" He purred sadistically, smirking in utter triumph as he witnessed the lust clouding Misaki's eyes. "Mmm, such a lustful creature. You needn't worry, though," he assured, lifting Misaki's leg even higher—relishing the little squeak that escaped those plum lips. "I'll be real good to you now." And with that, he continued his blissful pace, groaning in utter pleasure as the celestial feeling continued to course through both of them.
"Ahh," the man sighed, lightly tugging the teen's throbbing member—grinning madly as whimpering cry designated in response. "Right to the hilt—you're amazing, Misaki."
Misaki felt his testicles tightening as the author continued his torturous pace, gasping as that heat traveled throughout his frame. Nothing came forth but a pathetic whimper. He knew he couldn't take much more of this. His mind was beginning to lose essence as the pleasure persisted its troubled dance, overloading his senses. His dick was pooling with pre-cum, while his nipples were hardened to the point where it felt they'd fall off. Desire washed over him, crashing unadulterated stimulation into throughout his lower regions.
"Nngh," the writer grunted, licking his lips. "It seems you can't hold out much longer."
The teen's mind finally broke. "Fuck me!" He begged, finally succumbing to his lover's welcoming heat. "Please!" He whined, scratching the wall helplessly as he found no release. "I want to cum!"
"My, my," Akihiko chuckled, utterly pleased he'd broken the boy's will into nothing. "Aren't you impatient?" He mused as the teen grinded his hips back, as though desperate to feel more of that raging dick inside him. The man groaned in response. The truth was…he couldn't last much longer, either.
"Just remember," the author purred, leaning in to catch the fire within those lustful eyes. "You asked for this, my sweet pet."
And with that, he grabbed those hips in a bruising grip and pounded hard. Misaki released a high-pitched scream as he soon discovered that the man was true to his word. From there onwards, there were no more slow movements. The author's thrusting was frenzied, almost brutal as he pounded his kitten raw.
"Fuck me!" Misaki continued to beg, moaning coherently as the blissfulness ringed throughout his frame. "Yes...ahh...oh!''
The pleasure soared into another level that he could barely register the tantalizing pressure within. He whined. He could feel himself reaching that blissful high. He knew the author was too as he felt the his pace becoming more ragged and uneven.
"Ahhhh!" Misaki moaned. "Ohhhh...Usagi-san! Nyaa…AHHHHH!" He screamed as the orgasm was ripped from his body.
The author howled as soon as he felt those walls clamping around his dick. He increased his pace until he was sent over the edge, and emptied himself within the teen.
Misaki moaned softly, shamefully pleased that he was filled with his Master's cum.
The teen panted in the aftermath as his knees began to quiver. He tried to remain his stance but the effort was so tiring that he would have collapse if not for the strong arms that caught him. Without warning, the author slid his arms under the teen and lifted him without effort—much like he was picking up a cardboard box. Misaki groaned, unaware where they were going. His mind was still high from that euphoric release. It wasn't until he felt those soft comforting sheets below him that he realized that they were in the author's bedroom.
"D…Dinner!" He managed to call out, sleepiness threatening to claim him. "I h-have to m-make—"
The author smiled lovingly. "It's alright," he breathed slowly, ruffling those locks affectionately. "I'm not that hungry anymore...I have someone to thank for that."
"Pervert," Misaki mumbled.
Akihiko chuckled.
The teen yawned, his cheeks flushing softly.
Akihiko smiled, utterly entranced by his lovers' cuteness. "Sleepy?" He asked, his voice coaxed with warmth.
"Mmmm…" was all his kitten could say.
"Then sleep," the man whispered, leaning down to kiss those plump lips.
"Mmmm…" His kitten said again.
Akihiko grinned. Just as he was about to leave the room to let his kitten sleep, the brunet had yanked his arm rather fiercely. His eyes widened in surprise. Why was the teen pulling his shirt? Did he need something? Just as he was going to ask, he received an answer he never in a million years would have expected.
"N-No," the brunet said groggily, yanking the man's sleeve one last time. "S…Stay."
Nothing but shock registered on the author's features. Yet after a minute, a dazzling smile spread across his loveable lips. Misaki...just the simplest things he did never failed to keep his heart from fluttering. He slipped into the bed, laid beside the cutie and tangled his arms around teen, savoring every inch of that welcoming heat he could press himself into.
"Misaki," he mused. "I'm touched. I never knew you could be this affectionate—"
"DROP IT." Misaki muttered angrily, a faint blush appearing amongst his cheeks. "Before I change my mind and your ass can sleep on the couch tonight!"
Akihiko just smiled, completely unfazed. He only responded to the behavior by simply hugging the teen tighter, pressing loving kisses onto those flushed cheeks. Soon enough, the tension his kitten had held quickly evaporated into nothing.
"Misaki," the author tried again. "I love you."
"Pshhh." Misaki grumbled; trying to ignore how much his heart was pounding. "Baka."
The author laughed yet again.

Thank you for reading! (É-‿-)É¥ß:¥ß:¥ß
(1) Not my quote. That quote entirely belongs to Nakamura-sensei. (Junjou Romantica Volume Three, Act Five, Page 110.)
(2) Don't worry about that "slut" comment you guys. When I wrote that, I was trying to capture the heat of the moment because I know dirty words (hehe) are often arousing during that activity. I wasn't trying to degrade Misaki in ANY WAY. Believe me, I know Akihiko LOVES AND RESPECTS Misaki very much—which is why I often write sweet moments when each chapter comes to a close. If I offended anyone, I apologize. I love these characters very much and would NEVER try to make them look bad in any way. Please don't worry about that comment. Yet if you have any concerns about it then feel free to PM me.
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