Asami dived to poke at the twitchin

Asami dived to poke at the twitching ring of muscle with his tongue, kissing it softly before licking and sucking it. His index finger used the saliva coating the small pucker as lubricant and slowly made its way in. He pumped into the boy, played with the blond's balls and sucked on him all at the same time. By the time Asami had three fingers in, Akihito was too far gone to think clearly, much less to remember there was something he was trying to hide. Akihito screamed with delirious delight at the stimulus provided by his lover and Asami pushed Akihito's legs up even more, practically bending the boy in two as the knees almost touched the bed at either side of Akihito's head.

Asami watched the boy twitch again, his body wanting to be filled now that he had pulled his fingers out. He was about to bury himself into the welcoming cavern, when the soft light spilling from the bathroom's open door shined upon the perfect globes exposing a dubious shadow on the right cheek.

His eyes hardened thinking it some kind of bruise. He turned the boy onto his stomach to further explore the aforementioned shadow and had to contain a gasp of surprise at the sight before him. Resting upon Akihito's right cheek was a henna Mehndi tattoo of a large wild cat, a panther, gazing at him with a curiously familiar intensity.

His face went from curiosity to, amusement, to a satisfied smirk, to finally set on rapidly growing anger as he realized someone else's hands had been all over Akihito's ass for what must have been hours. The growl that left him was made the boy shake with fear as he realized what he had exposed.

"Akihito, explain this." The cold tone of his voice did nothing to help the boy calm down.

He should have known there was no way to hide this from Asami.

"I can explain." Akihito crawled away from the man to sit by the headboard, waving his hands frantically in front of himself.

"I recommend you get to it before I lose my patience. You know I don't like people touching my things."

"I- I was at the obasan's and I was drunk… and someone bough the stuff. I honestly don't know well what happened but I swear nothing bad did. Takato was there and everyone else, nothing happened."

"So you are telling me everyone at your little party saw your ass last night."

"Yes… no… I mean yes, but it was not as if they haven't seen my ass before. Honestly Asami, I can assure you I felt nothing being touched by someone else."

Asami pulled Akihito to his chest and held the boy close in an unbreakable embrace. He held the boy's chin in his hand and forced him to look into his eyes.

"Never… let anyone touch you again." He warned with a dangerously low tone, the voice coming out with a soft hiss as they were spoken between grinded teeth.

"Is not like I wanted this thing on my ass." The blond said with a pout. "And to make it worse it will take up to four weeks to go away."

Asami leaned to the side of the bed to turn on the lamp on the small table.

"Let me see it."

"I don't want to."

"Akihito."

"…"

"Now."

"Fine! Bastard…"

Akihito turned around; he was on his knees on the bed. Asami pushed his upper body down and made his lover go on all fours.

"Why did your friend choose a panther?" He asked, wishing the answer would be what he hoped for.

"He didn't." Akihito was looking at him from over his shoulder, he was blushing. "I did."

Asami chuckled at the revelation and his smirk made its appearance on his face.

"Tell me Akihito, why? Why did you choose a panther? Is it that you were aching to be marked as mine? To have my logo etched on those sweet cheeks that belong solely to me?"

"As if! Don't go thinking so high of yourself."

At this, Asami smacked the cheeks in question with a hard slap and Akihito half cried half moaned.

"Since you went out of your way to show me that you belong only to me, I think I should lay claim on your sweet ass."

Before Akihito had any time to react at the bold statement, Asami spread the cheeks with his hands and buried himself into the warm cavern.

"Ahh… Asami…"

He pulled the smaller body up so Akihito half sat on his thighs as he fucked the boy hard. He kept thinking about his logo on the soft skin of Akihito's ass and pushed the boy on all fours again so he could watch his mark as he fucked his lover. His left hand went around the small waist and to the front of the boy to hold on to the hard dick, pumping it with just the right speed and pressure. His thrusting and pumping matched the mouth exploring the flawless back in its speed. He bit into that back, wanting to leave more marks of ownership on it, and Akihito could not hold it in anymore. He came with explosive force and the clenching of his inner muscles dragged Asami into the sweet oblivion of orgasm with him.

Asami took him all night and well into the morning. The boy lay upon the bed resting on his stomach, passed out from exhaustion. Asami was getting dressed for work and gazed upon his sleeping lover. As much as he loved to see his mark on that soft flesh, he preferred not to have someone else place it there.

'Maybe I should learn how to do this henna thing myself.' He thought, and then a better idea crossed his mind. Walking into the living room he spotted his efficient secretary and a devious smile adored his lips.

"Kirishima, I need you to acquire some teaching material on tattooing and the necessary equipment."