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Part 2. Letting You Go (Part 2)

"Ahhh, I am so full."

I lay my head on Asami's lap as he sits on the luxurious leather sofa in the living room. The huge flat screen TV is on but muted. Asami takes a sip from his glass of whiskey while slowly brushing my hair with his other hand. Taking his fresh masculine smell into my lung, I close my eyes and wish that this moment could stay forever. But nothing last forever, Akihito, I warn myself.

"How's work?" He asks, his hand plays with my bangs.

I sigh. Somehow I can predict our conversation will end in a more serious topic. "Ah, I quit a full-time project I took before. But I am sure you already know by now? Oh, but Sato-san, she was my partner in that project, called me a few days a go. It seems the chief got injured or something. Gossips said that he crossed the wrong person. I am not surprised, though. With his personality, it will happen sooner or later. Well, I don't like him, but I still feel bad for him. Anyway, Sato-san said that someone replaced him and asked whether I want to go back to the project or not. But I already took another project," I know I blab. But I can't help it. I am so nervous.

"Hmm," he murmurs noncommittally.

I peek at him and our eyes lock with each other's. From my point of view on his lap, his body looks even more gorgeous. He just wears his bathrobe, hairs still wet from shower, chest glistens with clean sweat; he is sexy as fuck. I take a deep breath to calm my increasing heartbeat. I have decided that, one way or another, we are going to discuss our issues today.

"Do you ever want to have a child?" I suddenly blurt. My eyes never leave his.

Whatever he expects me to say, this one is obviously not it. But he hasn't run to the hill for his life. So, I guess, it is a good sign. He just pauses for a while before answering my question.

"No," he simply says as he takes another sips of his whiskey. I wait for him to tell me more, but he keeps quite. I already know that he doesn't really like children. He once said that they are too noisy and annoying. He had enough in his plate with one troublemaker brat, he said mockingly years back. But this confirmation still breaks my heart. I keep my cool, though.

"How many other lovers do you have?" I continue as I slowly move to straddle him.

My next question makes him raising his eyebrow. "What is this, Akihito? Are you trying to interrogate me?" he smirks with amusement dancing in his eyes.

I tilt my head as if I consider my answer for a while, dragging my thumb leisurely on his lower lips. My other hand moves to grab a certain toy that I have hidden previously. "Well, why not? You know, it is like role-playing. I capture you. You are my captive. Now I ask you question and you will answer." The tips of my fingers trace his chest muscles. I like the way his muscles react to my ghostly touches. It makes me want to lick him all over.

His eyes lit with excitement, "And if I don't want to answer?"

I move closer until I can feel his warm breath on my lips. Bringing his hand together behind his back seductively, I return his smirk, "Then maybe I should torture you to get the answer that I want." And I put the toy I have hidden on his wrist. He tries to look through his shoulder, but the cuffs prevent him from doing much.

"I can break this crap easily," he mocks smugly.

I roll my eyes and pout, "Of course, you can. I am not stupid. That is just a toy. Not everyone has access to the real handcuffs like you, bastard. I just want to build the mood, so don't you dare to break them. Geez, have you ever role-playing before? Oh, no, of course you haven't. You will just do everything so seriously and so over the top. Maybe you will appreciate it more if I brought the real cuffs, after all." I wave my hand around in angry exaggeration.

He chuckles at my sulking, "Fine. Let's play your game. But I need to warn you. I can be quite hard to crack." He rests back to sit more comfortably.

I grin, "Well, maybe other people are just trying way too hard to crack you. Maybe they just need to take the gentler approach." I continue my slow exploration on his body. Right now, I am towering over him with my knees on each side of his thighs, "So, how many other lovers do you have?"

He leans the back of his head on the top of the sofa and looks up at me, smirking. "'Other lovers', Akihito? So, we agree now that you are my lover?"

Oh, trying to distract my attention, isn't he? I bow down and bite his left nipple playfully. Hard. And I can hear his breath stops for a very short moment. It is extremely subtle and I won't even notice should I haven't learnt all sign his body gives when he is turned on over all these years.

I grind my ass against his hard cock. "I ask the question. You answer it. Are we clear?" My tongue licks his abused nub to sooth it.

His pleased laugh is deep and it makes his chest vibrates in a very nice way. So I rest my cheek on it, nuzzling.

"If this is your idea of torturing, Akihito, people will start to queue to get tortured."

I shrug innocently, "Violence is way too overrated." My hand makes small circle on his skin, massaging his inner thighs. I lazily make my way down, biting and licking alternatively along the way. Once I kneel between his legs, I open the knot of his bathrobe tie with my teeth, resting both my hands on his powerful thighs. He doesn't wear anything under his robe, and his erection stands proudly in front of my face.

"How many, Asami?" I look up at him as I wait for him to answer. My tongue is ready to lick his arousal. And as the musky smell of his masculinity fills my nose, I can feel my own arousal pools in my groin.

He suddenly jolts his hips so his cock briefly touches my tongue and I move back in surprise. That jerk! Does he really understand what role-play is?

But when I glare angrily at him, he simply closes his eyes and leans his head back to relax. He obviously decides that it is not a bad idea to let me pleasure him this way so he will play along and just enjoy my teasing. I am sure not many people can sit almost naked, with their hard cock displayed in clear view and hands cuffed at the back, and still manage to looks like they are god waiting for his humble servant to bow down and worship him.

"None," he replies shortly.

His answer makes me freeze for a few seconds. I look up at him, but he still closes his eyes, ignoring my disbelief.

In shock, even I forget my role and mutter in my usual tone, "Then where do you stay every time I am not here?" The question is out before my brain can process my mistake. And I can see that he realizes it as well from the broad smile that appears in his smug face.

"You are jealous, Akihito," he says calmly with eyes still closed.

I automatically scowl at his words. I am ready to shout, 'I am not!' but manage to stop myself. Calm down, Akihito, don't let him destroy your pace. I take his huge cock into my mouth, putting it in slowly until the head throbs at the back of my throat. I hum and I can hear his subtle gasp as he feels the vibration I create. I keep sliding in and out, using my tongue whenever there is room to do that. Taking my time to swallow his cock as deep as possible like how he likes to do to me, my hand rolls his balls gently.