:x This isn't the greatest in the world, and I might have gotten Agito wrong, but I tried!
Her whimpers turn him on more then he previously thought. The straps that bound her wrists and ankles creaked under the strain as she shifted and moved in the fixed position, trying both to get away and stay with his hand as he fondled her. This was Ikki's girl, below him panting and locked into position, blind due to the scarf tied around her face. This was the girl who’s golden hair that was already a mess, was now haphazardly spread on the bed; the one that was now a King & Akito's biggest rival.
He wonders if that's also one of the bigger reasons why he's doing this: for Akito.
He slides his left hand up her sweat coated body, following the curves and contours of it, quietly relishing in the hitch in her breath, the sharp intake as his fingers lightly pinch the pink nipple and pull slightly on it. His hand continues upward and rests on the bed now, just above her small shoulder, as he shifts and he looks down at her, putting most of his weight on said hand.
Kururu had already looked vulnerable without the blindfold or the belts, but now she looked- delectable, easy, prey. Leaning forward he tasted her pulse on his tongue, and she jumps like a skittish rabbit and whispers his name. He smirked against her skin and quietly whispered ‘fuck’, and raised his head and kisses her then and removes the blindfold.
He is not Akito, who only likes men and in particular their raven haired leader. He is Agito: the other half, the opposite. But with this he satisfies both sides of himself.
Her whimpers turn him on more then he previously thought. The straps that bound her wrists and ankles creaked under the strain as she shifted and moved in the fixed position, trying both to get away and stay with his hand as he fondled her. This was Ikki's girl, below him panting and locked into position, blind due to the scarf tied around her face. This was the girl who’s golden hair that was already a mess, was now haphazardly spread on the bed; the one that was now a King & Akito's biggest rival.
He wonders if that's also one of the bigger reasons why he's doing this: for Akito.
He slides his left hand up her sweat coated body, following the curves and contours of it, quietly relishing in the hitch in her breath, the sharp intake as his fingers lightly pinch the pink nipple and pull slightly on it. His hand continues upward and rests on the bed now, just above her small shoulder, as he shifts and he looks down at her, putting most of his weight on said hand.
Kururu had already looked vulnerable without the blindfold or the belts, but now she looked- delectable, easy, prey. Leaning forward he tasted her pulse on his tongue, and she jumps like a skittish rabbit and whispers his name. He smirked against her skin and quietly whispered ‘fuck’, and raised his head and kisses her then and removes the blindfold.
He is not Akito, who only likes men and in particular their raven haired leader. He is Agito: the other half, the opposite. But with this he satisfies both sides of himself.
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