[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... )
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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