The thin line between their masks a

The thin line between their masks and the raw truth drove like a keen blade right through him, and something inside him shattered and reformed. Maybe he didn't know just who Asami was, but he knew enough for now.

His hands came off the glass and threaded through Asami's hair, drawing his face close. "That's right. Because I belong to you."

A deep, deep pleasure bloomed, seeing Asami's eyes widen even as implacable fingers dug bruises into Akihito's hips. "Akihito." Those penetrating eyes scorched him, but Akihito didn't flinch. "Akihito," Asami said again, all coldness burnt away in the face of the raw openness that Asami revealed now. "Love only me." Akihito read those proud, wild eyes. Don't ever leave.

Oh God, if he ever wanted revenge this was the chance to take it. Had anyone ever witnessed such excruciating vulnerability from Asami? His heart throbbed in sympathy. Akihito smiled. Huge and brilliant, it made Asami's eyes widen again.

"Stupid. It's like you said, I'll always come flying back to you."

He was picked up and braced against the window, his legs going around Asami's waist and his tongue seemingly taking up permanent residence in Asami's mouth. He grunted as Asami sucked harder--always always the pain to cut the pleasure. Just as he liked it. He moaned, head thrown back as they surfaced for air.

"Take me to bed, Asami. Mess me up all night long."

"Silly boy." A laugh rumbled against the tender skin of his throat. "I'll take you right here."

He lost track of the ways Asami had him before the damned cock cage finally came off. The alcohol still in his blood, the strobing lights and the heavy slam of the industrial music melded with the acts they performed that night. He was half-crazed with need, wild and begging and willing to do anything.

In the morning, only surreal fragments remained: On his knees before Asami on the couch. Asami's cock in his mouth. Asami's hand in his hair, stroking gently while Akihito stayed still, only that and the thick heat of Asami's flesh and the throbbing ache between his own legs grounding him in the reality of the night. His legs over Asami's shoulders, drenched in sweat as Asami drove into him deeper and harder, locked in a kiss that never seemed to end. Riding Asami for all he was worth, doing as he pleased while Asami watched him with burning, worshipping eyes. Spread cross-like against the window, naked and marked and sweaty, Asami taking him with slow, measured thrusts that didn't match the music but sent helpless shudders through his exhausted body. Being carried to a soft couch and cleaned with a cool, soothing cloth, wrapped up in strong arms that should have felt too tight. Warm. Safe.

Later when they were back at the penthouse and Akihito had showered and soaked in the tub to ease some of his aches, a thought struck him.

"So I get why you set things up the way you did, but why in the world did you make me wear that thing all night if you knew what was going to happen?!"

"Because it pleased me to see you in it. To know that you were wearing it to please me. It's your fault for provoking me and for looking so delectable in such things. Besides, you seemed to really enjoy it, didn't you? You shouldn't seduce me with those needy looks of yours if you don't want me to follow through. Regardless, I had every intention of playing with you that night."

Akihito growled. Asami really was unbelievable. Seducing him?! But more importantly... "What if I'd been kidnapped and they'd found that on me?! What if I'd been killed and my parents had to go down to the police station and identify my body and saw it?! I would never have forgiven you!"

Asami's shoulders shook with laughter.

"Whatever. Laugh now, but I'm never indulging your perverted fantasies ever again!"

The door to what Akihito liked to think of his room slammed shut behind him. After a moment the door handle rattled.

Fwhoot. Fwhoot.

Not again!

"The door wasn't even locked, you crazy bastard!"

Asami smiled, tossing his gun on the bedside table. "I know, but I really enjoy doing that."

Akihito collapsed back on the bed with a resigned groan, not even resisting as Asami slid next to him and pulled him on top of his chest. At least the jerk didn't seem like he was going to make any moves toward his ass at the moment. He'd better not anyway. Akihito yawned, turning into a more comfortable position, his knee slipping between Asami's legs. When Asami's hand slipped down to rest on the curve of his ass, Akihito just smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Dòng mỏng giữa mặt nạ của họ và sự thật thô đã lái xe như một lưỡi quan tâm phải thông qua anh ta, và một cái gì đó bên trong anh ta đập vỡ và cải cách. Có lẽ ông không biết chỉ Asami là ai, nhưng ông biết đủ cho bây giờ.Bàn tay của mình đến tắt thủy tinh và luồng thông qua mái tóc của Asami, vẽ khuôn mặt của mình đóng. "Đó là đúng. Bởi vì tôi thuộc về bạn."Một sâu, niềm vui sâu nở rộ, nhìn thấy đôi mắt của Asami mở rộng ngay cả khi không đội trời chung ngón tay đào vết bầm tím vào Akihito của hông. "Akihito." Những con mắt đó thâm nhập scorched anh ta, nhưng Akihito đã không flinch. "Akihito," Asami nói một lần nữa, tất cả coldness đốt cháy đi khi đối mặt với sự cởi mở nguyên đó Asami tiết lộ bây giờ. "Love chỉ tôi." Akihito đọc những con mắt đó tự hào, hoang dã. Đừng bao giờ bỏ.Ôi Thiên Chúa, nếu ông đã bao giờ muốn trả thù này là cơ hội để có nó. Bất cứ ai đã từng chứng kiến lỗ hổng dư dội từ Asami? Trái tim của mình throbbed cảm tình. Akihito cười. Khổng lồ và rực rỡ, nó làm cho của Asami mắt mở rộng một lần nữa. "Stupid. Nó là giống như bạn đã nói, tôi sẽ luôn luôn đến bay trở lại với bạn."Ông nhặt và braced chống lại cửa sổ, chân của mình đi khắp nơi trên thắt lưng của Asami và lưỡi của mình dường như chiếm hộ khẩu thường trú trong miệng của Asami. Ông càu như Asami hút khó khăn hơn - luôn luôn đau để cắt giảm những niềm vui. Cũng giống như ông thích nó. Ông moaned đầu ném trở lại khi họ bề mặt cho không khí. "Đưa tôi ngủ, Asami. Mess tôi lên tất cả đêm dài.""Cậu bé ngớ ngẩn." Một cười rumbled chống lại làn da mềm của cổ họng của mình. "Tôi sẽ đưa bạn ở đây."He lost track of the ways Asami had him before the damned cock cage finally came off. The alcohol still in his blood, the strobing lights and the heavy slam of the industrial music melded with the acts they performed that night. He was half-crazed with need, wild and begging and willing to do anything. In the morning, only surreal fragments remained: On his knees before Asami on the couch. Asami's cock in his mouth. Asami's hand in his hair, stroking gently while Akihito stayed still, only that and the thick heat of Asami's flesh and the throbbing ache between his own legs grounding him in the reality of the night. His legs over Asami's shoulders, drenched in sweat as Asami drove into him deeper and harder, locked in a kiss that never seemed to end. Riding Asami for all he was worth, doing as he pleased while Asami watched him with burning, worshipping eyes. Spread cross-like against the window, naked and marked and sweaty, Asami taking him with slow, measured thrusts that didn't match the music but sent helpless shudders through his exhausted body. Being carried to a soft couch and cleaned with a cool, soothing cloth, wrapped up in strong arms that should have felt too tight. Warm. Safe.Later when they were back at the penthouse and Akihito had showered and soaked in the tub to ease some of his aches, a thought struck him."So I get why you set things up the way you did, but why in the world did you make me wear that thing all night if you knew what was going to happen?!""Because it pleased me to see you in it. To know that you were wearing it to please me. It's your fault for provoking me and for looking so delectable in such things. Besides, you seemed to really enjoy it, didn't you? You shouldn't seduce me with those needy looks of yours if you don't want me to follow through. Regardless, I had every intention of playing with you that night."Akihito growled. Asami really was unbelievable. Seducing him?! But more importantly... "What if I'd been kidnapped and they'd found that on me?! What if I'd been killed and my parents had to go down to the police station and identify my body and saw it?! I would never have forgiven you!"Asami's shoulders shook with laughter."Whatever. Laugh now, but I'm never indulging your perverted fantasies ever again!"The door to what Akihito liked to think of his room slammed shut behind him. After a moment the door handle rattled.Fwhoot. Fwhoot. Not again!"The door wasn't even locked, you crazy bastard!"Asami smiled, tossing his gun on the bedside table. "I know, but I really enjoy doing that."Akihito collapsed back on the bed with a resigned groan, not even resisting as Asami slid next to him and pulled him on top of his chest. At least the jerk didn't seem like he was going to make any moves toward his ass at the moment. He'd better not anyway. Akihito yawned, turning into a more comfortable position, his knee slipping between Asami's legs. When Asami's hand slipped down to rest on the curve of his ass, Akihito just smiled and drifted off to sleep.