Looking at me through the mirror, h

Looking at me through the mirror, he shakes his head, "Anything will do."

I watch him taking off his cuffs and then slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. My heart rate speeds up when my gaze falls into the image of his solid chest reflected on the mirror. I look away and take a deep breath to calm myself. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. See, Aki, you can do it if you put your mind into it.

My attention snaps back to him when he throws his clothes in the general direction of the dirty laundry basket. And misses it, of course. I guess, some things are meant to never change. Smiling to myself, I gather his clothes that are scattered around the basket, and put everything inside.

When he hugs me from behind after that, I wait for the guilt and anger to fill my whole body like how it was for the past few days. But none comes. Instead, I feel so relaxed and safe inside his strong arms. It just doesn't make any sense. I should feel mad at him. I should feel guilty at Arata. I should hate myself. But I have had enough of unpleasant emotion for days that I welcome the contented feelings that overwhelms me now. My guilt for Arata, my anger with him, my doubt with myself; the more time I spend with Asami, the more all of those unhappy thoughts fade away into the background until none of that matters anymore. So, I lay my head back on his muscular chest and close my eyes to savor the moment.

He lazily licks my right earlobe and I gave a low moan of longing. I can feel his smile on my neck as he rewards my reaction with a hard suck on my neck. He always loves my aroused voice. It is a huge turn on for him when I loudly express my appreciation to his sexual advances.

But when he keeps sucking my jawline and I know it will leave a noticeable mark by tomorrow, I struggle to get out of his arms. He grabs my wrists in a bruising grip and, very roughly, jerks me back to him. His face is only a few inches apart from mine and I can feel his heavy and rapid breath. His cock is hard as steel on my stomach. It looks like my struggle just aroused him more. Not that I am not hard myself.

"Asami, people will see it," Looking at anything but him, I tell him through my gritted teeth.

He seizes my stiff cock and grins at me. "But you like it when I do it rough. You love my marks on you and the pleasurable pain that only I can give you. Stop denying it."

When I refuse to look back at him or say anything else, he yanks my pants and undies down. Bending me over the king-sized bed, he exposes my full ass in the air. My heart beats wildly in anticipation for what he will do to me. Whatever it is, I am sure it will be painful. So when I feel his warm and wet tongue makes its way along the crease of my ass, I gasp from the shock. He licks the outer ring of my back before he thrust his tongue as deep as he can. Shouting his name loudly mixed with various incoherent sounds, I arch my body and spread my legs wider to give him more access. He chuckles at my reaction. But, thanks all the gods, he keeps licking, rimming, thrusting his skillful tongue into me. I may kill him on the spot should he stops.

Pre-cum leaks from my cock. It is so good. In fact, it feels amazingly good I feel I can come from his tongue alone. The overwhelming sensation is just too much to handle. My cock is very hard that it starts to hurt. I shouldn't have any problem with coming. And I want to come. But, apparently, I can't. Frustration brings tears into my eyes and I try to lower my hips so I can have more friction with the bed. But he holds me firmly in place.

"Asami...I...I can't. I can't take it anymore." I start sobbing.

He laughs at my desperation. "I can continue being gentle for hours, Akihito, and trust me, it won't be enough for you to come. Why can't you see by now that the only way you can reach those mind-blowing orgasms is by accepting whatever I give you?"

He continues teasing me very slowly as if he has all the time in the world. God, this is agony. I shriek and squeak but he ignores me. Then I start to fight him back, to get away from him, but he simply grips my hips tighter and holds my wrists with his other hand. Finally, when I realize nothing else will work, I beg him.

"Please, Asami...whatever you want, please, just...just...let me come." By that time, tears already stream down my cheek. I have lost track of time but it feels like forever already since he starts.

He stops. And very carefully he helps me stand. My body shakes so hard, my cock feels so painful, and my feet can't hold my weight on their own. I am relieved that he stops his teasing, believing that the real event will happen soon. He looks at me with amusement in his eyes but doesn't make any other movement to end my misery other than grinding our cocks lazily. The bastard clearly enjoys torturing me. He may already make it his sole purpose of living.

Through a layer of frustration tears, I push back my cock into his, "...Asami, please?"

He tilts his head as if he is considering my offers seriously. Golden eyes never leave mine. Smirk decorates his delicious lips. It must be painful for him as well, holding his own arousal back for so long. But if he hurts, he doesn't show it all. Finally, he shrugs his broad shoulders while grinning at me, which I translate as, 'That is not the action and words that I am waiting for, Akihito'.

His other hand moves to my ass, finger teasing on my ring muscle. I jerk from his touch but he still holds my wrists tightly that my movement is strained. Slowly, his finger enters me. For a while the finger just slides in and out. It feels incredible I arch my whole body and push back into his finger. When the second finger joins the first one and he starts scissoring, stretching, I can't stop the continuous whimper that escapes my throat. One of his fingers bumps that spot inside me that makes me shout his name loudly. And he keeps pressing and brushing the spot on purpose.

In my desperation, I yell at him, "Ryuchi...please...your cock...hard." It seems my brain just loses its ability to form a full sentence. All the sensation mixes together and destroys every control I have. I don't even sure what I am trying to say.

His laugh is maddening. But finally, thanks to all deity out there, he sits on the edge of the bed and moves me to straddle him. When he tries to position me on top of his cock, I push his hand away. He freezes. But I quickly spread my ass cheeks with one hand while holding onto him with the other. I lock my eyes with his and kiss him hard. I suck his tongue and bite his lower lips. Smirking, he raises his eyebrow at my eagerness.

When I push down into his cock, the sensation of his thick cock filling me is the only thing I can focus on. He groans. Asami is not an expressive lover in bed. So hearing his rare aroused voice always makes me feel so powerful. I can feel my ass twitches around his cock; he immediately slams his hips hard into me and starts thrusting. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Until we both move in one harmonious rhythm that cause a thrill along my spine. I kiss his lips, lick his erected nipples, grind my hard cock into his stomach, and touch him wherever my hands can reach. He thrust so hard I can see stars at the back on my eyes and he grunts louder than ever. Somehow, I feel proud knowing that it is me who makes him lose his icy control.

Until my phone rings in full volume from the living room. It takes time for me to register that it is my ring tone. And when I finally do, I halt my movement. Or at least, I try to. Not caring about the distraction at all, Asami continues thrusting into me. But I push him as hard as I can and shout at him.

"Asami, stop! It may be emergency! Someone got an accident or something. It could be Takato...or Kou...or...or my parents." People that I know don't usually calls early morning unless it is important. The idea of my parents lying on hospital bed makes something inside my stomach churns violently.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Nhìn vào tôi thông qua gương, ông lắc đầu, "Bất cứ điều gì sẽ làm."Tôi xem anh ta cất cánh còng của mình và sau đó từ từ unbuttoning áo riêng của mình. Nhịp tim của tôi tốc độ lên khi chiêm ngưỡng của tôi rơi vào hình ảnh của ngực rắn phản ánh trên máy nhân bản. Tôi nhìn xa và mất một hơi thở sâu để bình tĩnh bản thân mình. Hít vào. Xông lên. Hít vào. Xông lên. Xem, Aki, bạn có thể làm điều đó nếu bạn đặt tâm trí của bạn vào nó.Sự chú ý của tôi snaps trở lại với anh ta khi anh ta ném quần áo của mình theo hướng chung của giỏ Giặt bẩn. Và bỏ lỡ nó, tất nhiên. Tôi đoán, một số điều có nghĩa là để không bao giờ thay đổi. Tôi mỉm cười với bản thân mình, thu thập các quần áo của mình mà nằm rải rác xung quanh thành phố giỏ, và đặt tất cả mọi thứ bên trong.Khi ông ôm tôi từ phía sau sau đó, tôi chờ đợi cho tội lỗi và sự tức giận để điền vào toàn bộ cơ thể của tôi giống như cách nó đã cho vài ngày qua. Nhưng không ai nói. Thay vào đó, tôi cảm thấy thật thoải mái và an toàn bên trong cánh tay mạnh mẽ của mình. Nó chỉ không thực hiện bất kỳ ý nghĩa. Tôi nên cảm thấy điên lúc anh ta. Tôi nên cảm thấy tội lỗi tại Arata. Tôi nên ghét bản thân mình. Nhưng tôi đã có đủ của cảm xúc khó chịu trong ngày tôi hoan nghênh những cảm giác man nguyện lấn át tôi bây giờ. Tội lỗi của tôi cho Arata, tức giận của tôi với anh ta, tôi nghi ngờ với bản thân mình; nhiều thời gian tôi dành với Asami, hơn tất cả những suy nghĩ không hài lòng mờ dần đi vào nền cho đến khi không ai trong số đó quan trọng nữa. Vì vậy, tôi đặt đầu của tôi trở lại trên ngực cơ bắp của mình và nhắm mắt của tôi để thưởng thức thời điểm này.He lazily licks my right earlobe and I gave a low moan of longing. I can feel his smile on my neck as he rewards my reaction with a hard suck on my neck. He always loves my aroused voice. It is a huge turn on for him when I loudly express my appreciation to his sexual advances.But when he keeps sucking my jawline and I know it will leave a noticeable mark by tomorrow, I struggle to get out of his arms. He grabs my wrists in a bruising grip and, very roughly, jerks me back to him. His face is only a few inches apart from mine and I can feel his heavy and rapid breath. His cock is hard as steel on my stomach. It looks like my struggle just aroused him more. Not that I am not hard myself."Asami, people will see it," Looking at anything but him, I tell him through my gritted teeth.He seizes my stiff cock and grins at me. "But you like it when I do it rough. You love my marks on you and the pleasurable pain that only I can give you. Stop denying it."When I refuse to look back at him or say anything else, he yanks my pants and undies down. Bending me over the king-sized bed, he exposes my full ass in the air. My heart beats wildly in anticipation for what he will do to me. Whatever it is, I am sure it will be painful. So when I feel his warm and wet tongue makes its way along the crease of my ass, I gasp from the shock. He licks the outer ring of my back before he thrust his tongue as deep as he can. Shouting his name loudly mixed with various incoherent sounds, I arch my body and spread my legs wider to give him more access. He chuckles at my reaction. But, thanks all the gods, he keeps licking, rimming, thrusting his skillful tongue into me. I may kill him on the spot should he stops.Pre-cum leaks from my cock. It is so good. In fact, it feels amazingly good I feel I can come from his tongue alone. The overwhelming sensation is just too much to handle. My cock is very hard that it starts to hurt. I shouldn't have any problem with coming. And I want to come. But, apparently, I can't. Frustration brings tears into my eyes and I try to lower my hips so I can have more friction with the bed. But he holds me firmly in place."Asami...I...I can't. I can't take it anymore." I start sobbing.He laughs at my desperation. "I can continue being gentle for hours, Akihito, and trust me, it won't be enough for you to come. Why can't you see by now that the only way you can reach those mind-blowing orgasms is by accepting whatever I give you?"He continues teasing me very slowly as if he has all the time in the world. God, this is agony. I shriek and squeak but he ignores me. Then I start to fight him back, to get away from him, but he simply grips my hips tighter and holds my wrists with his other hand. Finally, when I realize nothing else will work, I beg him."Please, Asami...whatever you want, please, just...just...let me come." By that time, tears already stream down my cheek. I have lost track of time but it feels like forever already since he starts.He stops. And very carefully he helps me stand. My body shakes so hard, my cock feels so painful, and my feet can't hold my weight on their own. I am relieved that he stops his teasing, believing that the real event will happen soon. He looks at me with amusement in his eyes but doesn't make any other movement to end my misery other than grinding our cocks lazily. The bastard clearly enjoys torturing me. He may already make it his sole purpose of living.Through a layer of frustration tears, I push back my cock into his, "...Asami, please?"He tilts his head as if he is considering my offers seriously. Golden eyes never leave mine. Smirk decorates his delicious lips. It must be painful for him as well, holding his own arousal back for so long. But if he hurts, he doesn't show it all. Finally, he shrugs his broad shoulders while grinning at me, which I translate as, 'That is not the action and words that I am waiting for, Akihito'.His other hand moves to my ass, finger teasing on my ring muscle. I jerk from his touch but he still holds my wrists tightly that my movement is strained. Slowly, his finger enters me. For a while the finger just slides in and out. It feels incredible I arch my whole body and push back into his finger. When the second finger joins the first one and he starts scissoring, stretching, I can't stop the continuous whimper that escapes my throat. One of his fingers bumps that spot inside me that makes me shout his name loudly. And he keeps pressing and brushing the spot on purpose.In my desperation, I yell at him, "Ryuchi...please...your cock...hard." It seems my brain just loses its ability to form a full sentence. All the sensation mixes together and destroys every control I have. I don't even sure what I am trying to say.His laugh is maddening. But finally, thanks to all deity out there, he sits on the edge of the bed and moves me to straddle him. When he tries to position me on top of his cock, I push his hand away. He freezes. But I quickly spread my ass cheeks with one hand while holding onto him with the other. I lock my eyes with his and kiss him hard. I suck his tongue and bite his lower lips. Smirking, he raises his eyebrow at my eagerness.When I push down into his cock, the sensation of his thick cock filling me is the only thing I can focus on. He groans. Asami is not an expressive lover in bed. So hearing his rare aroused voice always makes me feel so powerful. I can feel my ass twitches around his cock; he immediately slams his hips hard into me and starts thrusting. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Until we both move in one harmonious rhythm that cause a thrill along my spine. I kiss his lips, lick his erected nipples, grind my hard cock into his stomach, and touch him wherever my hands can reach. He thrust so hard I can see stars at the back on my eyes and he grunts louder than ever. Somehow, I feel proud knowing that it is me who makes him lose his icy control.
Until my phone rings in full volume from the living room. It takes time for me to register that it is my ring tone. And when I finally do, I halt my movement. Or at least, I try to. Not caring about the distraction at all, Asami continues thrusting into me. But I push him as hard as I can and shout at him.

"Asami, stop! It may be emergency! Someone got an accident or something. It could be Takato...or Kou...or...or my parents." People that I know don't usually calls early morning unless it is important. The idea of my parents lying on hospital bed makes something inside my stomach churns violently.