[unfinished]
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
( I only wanted those words... )
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
( I only wanted those words... )
...for now. >3 But Maguri's narrator still equals lose.
While his lips pressed the blonde's neck, a satisfied sound came from the other boy. Maora smirked at his victory, then rewarded his counterpart with a snicker following the continued molesting of the skin. Except...he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. Why was he so nervous?
Maguri broke the silence, and the brunette looked to him, then widened his eyes. He recognized that look as he suddenly was tumbled over and pinned to the bed, right where he had started. Back to square one. The treasurer's face turned a deep scarlet, despite the fact he had just been in the dominant position.
As the yakuza boy leaned closer, Maora's hear began to beat in his ears. He felt the satin be dragged off his shoulders, revealing skin that he rarely ever showed. Maguri's impassioned kisses caused the reaction the blonde was waiting for, and Maora let a pleasured cry slip from his lips. Quickly getting flustered, he tried to pull the dress back up, but found the effort fruitless against the vice president's motions. "Nn...Ma-Maguri..." The brunette tried to bite back a moan by starting, "maybe we shou-" Yoshitaka's ability to speak was quickly stolen once the blonde brought their faces close together once more.
His proposition made Maora's cheeks burn brighter. What should he say to that? The brunette was starting to think, and in situations like these, that was never good. This was one of those 'once it's happened we can't take it back.' What if he was bad and Maguri wasn't satisfied? What if this wound up pushing them apart? Maora had never been a coward in the relationship, but the physical contact...scared him. Maybe because he had confused himself of what he wanted from being both Maora and Yuubinya-san.
"Ah-I..."
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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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Although he was a little disappointed to see Maora fix the top of his dress to cover his body, that caring smile stuck. At the treasurer's words, his expression softened even more so than it already was. He found his right hand caressing, stroking gently against Maora's check. He could feel the heat rising in the boy's face and ran his touch gently over the skin to offer some comfort.
The first aid, handiwork that Maora had done was pretty much undone by now. Thankfully, because of the care it was given, the bleeding had finally stopped. The wounds would close and heal soon. Over time as long as the brunette was there to help.
Cupping Yoshitaka's face in both hands, Maguri parted his lips and said the words again. This time, it came more natural and he gave every bit of his heart out to each word. Not that he hadn't before, but, there was a difference this time. One that made him practically blush just as red as his counterpart.
"I love you too..."
Maybe that's why he wasn't so nervous. He'd fumbled to get those words out before, but now, since he was so sure of himself and what he wanted... what he desired and wished for, he'd change his old ways. For Yoshitaka.
He lowered his face in, brushing his lips against his lovers, this time asking with his actions. He didn't force the other boy, but rather, he sensually eased a kiss in after being allowed to do so.
Slower. More gentle. He wanted Maora... but he didn't want the other boy to be afraid or tremble any more.
His tongue slipped in once again and slid to find the other boy's.
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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?
The lips that lightly touched his sent a pleasurable chill throughout his body. Maora slowly parted his lips and allowed Maguri to kiss him, his quivering screeching to a halt. Such a gentle kiss had completely eased the brunette to relax, and he found himself closing his eyes, releasing his trust to the one that had stolen his heart.
When Maguri began to make the kiss more passionate, Maora welcomed it with open arms. His hands traveled up to run through Maguri's golden hair, and between breaths he clung to the person that was making him feel alive. From the shifting and pulling Maguri closer, the dress slid down a bit farther, allowing the yakuza's bare skin to touch Yoshitaka's newly exposed chest. He shivered with delight, and one knee snaked up to wrap around Maguri's torso.
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The touch of the other boy's fingers sliding against his heated skin and combing through his hair sent a chill through his own body. He eased against Maora, humming a moan of pleasure deep within his throat. The blonde broke away from Maora's lips only when necessary. Even then, he managed to stay close and find some spot to warm with his kiss before resuming to slip a taste inside the treasurer's mouth. Cheek, chin, neck-- there was no part that went untouched at least once or twice. At least, that was the case till the yakuza's bare chest pressed firmly against Yoshitaka's.
It was a different sensation, feeling skin against skin. The hands that had been holding Maora's face so gently began to move a feather light touch downward. The vice-president's fingers tested Maora by caressing his shoulders and teasing the newly exposed skin. Then, they ran down to further strip the material away.
As he did this, he slid himself down, breaking a kiss from Maora to trail his lips down the boy's neck and ultimately tease Yoshitaka's bare chest. His golden eyes admired the soft, unmarked pale skin of his partner. His own chest (and body) had it's fair share of scars and scraps from fights and other rough activies that his childhood friend probably wasn't aware of. Most of them recieved prior to entering Imperial Academny. It was only natural since he was apart of a prestigious japanese mafia. But Yoshitaka's body... was unharmed. Unscared.
Maguri wanted to keep it this way. He'd protect this person from ever bearing any painful marks.
The tip of his tongue came down to lap at a nipple before closing his mouth over and teasingly sucking.
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