Who: Maguri and Maora
What: Maguri decides to join in his OWN kidnapping attempt to steal his lover back ^^;;;
Where: Outside the mansion
When: After the conclusion of
this thread which hasn't happened yet, and I'll edit this when it does ^^;
Rating: We're tame. PG-13.
Open: Nope
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I only wanted those words... )
Maguri's eyes lit up, shock settling away and replaced with tempted desire. "Beg you?" the blonde breathed back against Maora, leaning up to softly nip at the boy's lower lip. A kiss or two strayed against the corners of the treasuer's mouth, hotly working their way till he covered his lover's. His tongue slid in, venturing inside for a small taste. He loved it to the point where he hated having to pull back just to breath.
"And what exactly do you want to hear me say 'master'?" The blonde smirked against Maora's lips, stressing the joke at the end of his sentence. He mused over the thought of one of Shizun's drawings depicting Maguri as a puppy and found it an amusing idea to toy with now. Especially against Maora.
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A wave of pleasure ran through Maora, the new kind of kiss welcomed. The treasurer's hands came and grabbed the blonde's face, refusing to let him get away for too long. Panted breaths brushed across the vice-president's lips, and Yoshitaka stole one more before releasing him to tease him some more.
"Something along the lines of 'please take me' will suffice." The brunette went back to sucking on his neck, licking the skin a bit before tracing it with his mouth.
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He felt the bottom of his dress rustle, but Yoshitaka was aware of how hard it would be to attack him sneaky and underneath like that. The boy was not surprised when Maguri gave up that conquest.
Maora felt his heart skip a beat, a slight blush accompanying it, but then he grinned and tore the jacket from Maguri, tossing it to the floor. Well, there goes one article of clothing. Since the blonde was on such good behavior, the treasurer slowly slid his hand down the front of his chest, unbuttoning each button until the blonde's shirt was completely open. His hands trembled a bit before he ran them down the yakuza's firm chest, breathing against the exposed skin.
He wanted Maguri to be doing the same to him.
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The blonde couldn't help but smile against Maora's cheek at the sound that had slipped from the other boy's mouth. It was even more pleasurable to hear than the vice-president had imagined. If that wasn't enough, hearing his name soon after the cry made Maguri want more to drag out more cute cries and moans.
He sweetly kissed a trail, brushing and tucking chocolate strands behind the ear he began to toy with. His breaths breezed hotly along before nipping at the earlobe.
His free, left hand slowly crawled up and followed along Maora's arm until it found a hand to hold. That warmth felt nice to grasp and it offered a sense of security that might have been needed.
Everything will be ok now...
"You...?"
Maguri's voice was soft and, as he forced himself to pull away his lips away from brushing Maora's skin, his eyes locked down on the brunette's fondly.
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The brunette gripped Maguri's back, his hands digging into the fabric of the camouflaged shirt as the blonde continued to make him noisy. The color on the treasurer's cheeks didn't fade any, in fact, if it was humanly possible, his cheeks heated up more.
When the vice-president took his hand, he closed his eyes, trying to relax. His heart was beating so fast. Could Maguri tell that he was this nervous? Was the blonde even nervous at all?!
With the taller boy looking down at him expectantly, he still shifted the fabric of the dress up again, but felt a pang of guilt. Why was he still hestitating?
There was only one thing he was sure of right now. And even if it wasn't his first time saying it...
"Su.....Suki desu."
I love you.
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Maguri's touch had suddenly become so gentle, that the treasurer began to lose the flush spreading across his face. His eyes closed once again, and he exhaled deeply, trying to keep his heart rate down.
What made his eyes open were both of his lover's hands holding his face. Locking eyes with the blonde, Maora practically melted when he heard those three little words once more; the flush that had tried to fade quickly returned to his face. From deep inside his chest, he could feel how much the words were meant. It still felt like this was some bizarre dream. Was he dreaming ( ... )
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