Asami could almost see the waves of

Asami could almost see the waves of heat coming off the boy's face.

"You're thinking about that kiss, aren't you?"

"What? No!"

Frantically, Akihito waved his hands in front of him in a gesture of denial. "That's not it! I-"

"I've been thinking about it too."

That arrested Akihito's movements. He froze, his eyes fixing on Asami's with a wild, cornered expression that only made Asami want to pounce.

"It was very good." Asami acknowledged with a slow smile. "But I think we can do even better."

He was sure Akihito didn't even realize the way he shivered under Asami's intent, heated gaze that promised him another unforgettable experience. His eyes were already dilated, and he bit his lip as Asami stood and walked around the low table.

"Don't..." Akihito said breathlessly, finally breaking out of his shocked stillness when Asami took a seat next to him.

"Come here, Akihito."

He struggled as he was pulled into Asami's embrace, until his mouth was sealed with a hot kiss that stole all his breath and set all his nerves instantly alight. By the time he was pushed down on the tatami, Asami's hard thigh between his legs, Akihito wasn't struggling at all.

He arched up with unstudied wantoness as his neck was licked and bitten, moaning out loud when fingers tugged and rolled his nipples through the fabric of his shirt.

Asami smiled when Akihito wound his fingers through his hair and pulled his face up, silently demanding another kiss. He was more than happy to oblige, claiming the mouth beneath his thoroughly while he rocked gently against the straining bulge in Akihito's pants.

His scalp stung as the boy released a strangled cry, fingers tightening and his body going taut and still before the tension bled out, leaving his chest heaving against Asami's.

Silent laughter shook Asami's chest as he ghosted kisses across Akihito's temple and jaw. "You are too cute."

"Don't laugh at me, asshole!"

"I'm not laughing at you." Asami's smile seemed to belie the statement as he lifted his head to gaze down out at Akihito's flushed and erotic face, whose eyes were beginning to fill with a fire fueled by embarrassment. Asami couldn't resist. "You really are adorable."

"I'm not fucking adorable! I'm a guy, and if you treat me like anything else, I'll fucking break your nose!"

The little wildcat shoved at him furiously, and Asami allowed him to push him off. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and offering Akihito a grin.

"You don't have to run off. We're just getting started."

"Like hell we are!" Akihito stomped over to the sliding door, stopping only to slip on his shoes. "I'm going home."

Asami opened his mouth to speak, but Akihito cut him off.

"Alone!"

The screen couldn't be slammed but Akihito did his best. A few seconds later it slid open again, and Akihito stuck his head in, not quite meeting Asami's eyes. "Um...thanks for dinner," he said gruffly, then disappeared again just as quickly.

Asami's hearty laugh echoed through the thin walls, raising more than one eyebrow throughout the establishment.

His hopes for entertainment that evening hadn't been disappointed, though he really should feel like a cradle robber now. The way the boy had come in his pants from just a few simple touches was unbelievably cute.

He chuckled again as he rose to his feet and straightened his jacket. He definitely felt refreshed, though next time he wouldn't let the boy escape before he'd completely eaten him up just like he'd promised seven months ago.

Takaba Akihito. I definitely would like to play with him a bit more.