Title: Toy
Chapter: 1/1
Author: Me
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Manxman, sex, bad English
Rating: PG-17
Fandom: D’espairsRay
Pairing: KaryuxTsukasa (Karyu POV)
Disclaimer: I do unfortunately not own T_T
Summary: He knew where to touch; he knew what buttons to push… I was his toy.
Comment: This is my first shareable fanfic! I was inspired by
haruka_kite's awesome work :3
Comments and critics are loveable! Enjoy~
Moaning and sighing would leave his lips as he rhythmically moved his lower body against mine. At this state we wouldn’t even be undressed but just kissing fiercely, me harshly squeezed between the cold and hard bathroom wall and his body, warm and soft, and him; only wearing his pants.
The control was always his. When he did that thing with his hands, stroking me gently on the chin with his long fingers, I couldn’t do anything but give him control, my body. I would shiver and he would know I loved it. When he did that he could do anything with me… I was his.
His kisses were perfection. When his soft and warm lips touched my body everything except us disappeared for a moment. My body would become numb so I couldn’t feel the cold wall. All I could feel was his searching hands and his warm kiss.
Intoxicated with fierce kisses and sensual touches he could undress me and I wouldn’t notice. Suddenly I would stand there in the cold bathroom naked but I wouldn’t freeze. My body would be hot and my breath and heartbeat out of control. His firm hands caressing my skin, not only one place but all over. It was hard to stand on my feet; my legs were shivering and if it wasn’t for the wall I sure would have fallen. He knew where to touch; he knew what buttons to push… I was his toy.
Suddenly he would tell me to take his pants off. I remember the sound of the belt when I opened it, the metallic sound. It got me aware of what was about to come. I would loosen up the button and unzip him like a child which impatiently opens a present, Christmas Eve. The pants would fall to his ankles and I would drag his underpants down too. That was about the only thing I was allowed to do. After that he took control again, with his gentle hands and sensual kisses. He would lift me so I could embrace him with my legs. I would be pushed up against the cold and hard wall but I wouldn’t notice. There, right there in the bathroom, he would enter me. Sighing became moaning and his kisses became even more sensual. I would take my arms around him in a pathetic try to hug him and I would lick his neck. Usually he would tell how much he loved me.
When he came he moaned loudly, then he pulled himself out of me. No more hugging, no more kissing. He pulled up his pants on, zipped them up and asked me to get dressed. It was while I got myself dressed the feelings rushed over me; sadness, depression, rejection. The words he had said earlier were just empty talk to make me soft. I was getting used to it, but I could never avoid the feeling of rejection. The words he had said earlier had given me a hope; maybe he meant it this time, but he never did. When I finally got dressed he shoved me out. No hugging, no kissing, just goodbye.
I was just his toy, that was all I was.
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Comment: I'm sorry to make Tsukasa so mean and cold .__.''