Weiss Kreuz (Schuldig/Yohji)
Title: Schuldig’s Kitten
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some bondage, Sex
Word count: 1,530
Summary: A good Master feeds their slave and Schuldig makes sure that his ‘kitten’ eats well.
Tender skin was suckled to the point of release - a salty mixture of guilt and sin, seasoned with sweat and saliva.
Schuldig stroked Yohji’s hair and purred, “You’ve been such a good kätzchen.”
Yohji rubbed against Schuldig, giving a teasing nibble to his inner thigh. “I’d meow, but there are better noises that come out of my mouth, Master.”
“Among other things,” Schuldig said.
The blonde’s lips were claimed as Schuldig leaned forward to taste himself on Yohji’s tongue. His fingers slid beneath the leather collar he placed around Yohji’s neck earlier in the day. He pulled it tight, making the body against him struggle for air.
Yohji was breathless when he was allowed to pull back and blushed when his stomach growled. “Excuse me Master, I haven’t eaten since this morning, can we eat now?”
“It’s evening already?” Schuldig smiled and looked to the clock before he tightly gripped Yohji’s hair. “In that case I will let you eat. But, you can only take your food from me.”
“Hai sensei,” Yohji gasped when Schuldig pulled away. Strands of his hair clung to Schuldig’s hand and Yohji watched his Master wipe them off onto the bed.
“I’ve prepared some special treats for tonight,” Schuldig said. He smoothed back his open robe and kneeled at the hotel courtesy bar.
Yohji leaned against the bed with his hands behind him so they rested at the small of his back. He puffed his chest out, raising his head high so that it looked as if his wrists were bound. He imagined them tied with his wire, slicing into his skin as he was taken by the German assassin. He let out a soft moan at the thought.
“Calm yourself, kätzchen,” Schuldig chuckled, dipping his fingers into Yohji’s mind. “There will be time for that later.” He motioned Yohji over to the tatami mat and lightly pet his cheek before he allowed his slave to kneel at the low table. “I’ve sent for something special for you.”
Yohji’s eyes widened at the prepared soba noodles and shoyu.
“You are pleased,” Schuldig stated. He took a pair of chopsticks in his hand, mentally preening that he was able to handle the delicate utensils so well. He took a bite of the gathered noodles and reached over for Yohji to take some. He smiled as the Japanese man slurped them up with enthusiasm.
Once they were through with the main meal, Schuldig brought out a palate cleanser. He took a sliver of pickled ginger in his hand and held it to Yohji’s mouth.
Yohji’s tongue sucked on the tip of Schuldig’s finger before he took in the pungent spice. His lips tingled at the intense flavor and he closed his eyes to savor the taste. A tongue parted his lips, adding heat to the spice with a commanding kiss. When Yohji thought he could take no more, Schuldig pulled back.
“For dessert, I have something special in mind,” Schuldig said. “Go to the bed.”
“Yes, Master,” Yohji said. He lay down on the bed and allowed Schuldig to bind his wrists to the bed posts. He averted gaze until Schuldig grasped his chin, forcing him into a stare. A blindfold covered his eyes and he heard the squeak of bed springs as Schuldig left him. His sense of sight was deprived and he wondered just what his Master had in store.
A stab of cold hit his abdomen and he cried out in shock.
“It’s just me,” Schuldig said, running an ice cube above his sternum. He rubbed it around the chest, the heat from Yohji’s body causing it to melt and create a pathway. He lavished in the way Yohji writhed, especially when he squeezed the ice cube above his slave’s penis.
Cold droplets tickled Yohji’s most sensitive area and he moaned, twisting his hips to rub at the liquid. A frigid hand gripped him and he gasped, writhing at the touch.
“I like my dessert cold at first,” Schuldig said. He ran the ice cube up to Yohji’s lips, teasing him with it before he took it in his teeth. He bent down and had Yohji suck at the liquid until the ice cube melted between them. Wet fingers toyed with Yohji’s balls, circling his length before they teasingly reached behind.
Yohji’s breath caught in his throat and he bucked at Schuldig’s touch. Every stroke and fondle made him shiver at their intensity, his other senses heightened as one was taken away.
“So anxious,” Schuldig said. “But, you must wait. Dessert still has to be prepared.”
He brought over a tray to the bed side table and took a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He leaned over to Yohji, kissing the sweetness into him.
Yohji licked his lips, pleased at the sweet taste. However, an unusual puff of air caused his head to tilt in question. He felt a finger at his mouth and he licked at it, nearly biting down as something creamy coated his nipples.
Schuldig greedily licked the whipped cream away, moving his tongue like a serpent until he finished off the dessert topping with long strokes.
While Yohji writhed in his bonds, Schuldig reached for some lubricant and coated his hands before he moved one of them up and down Yohji’s penis. When his slave reached erection he reached for the tray and slipped a cock ring around Yohji, sliding it down to his base.
“Aaah!”
“Shhh,” Schuldig murmured, caressing Yohji’s length. He firmly attached the other rings, restraining the testicles as well. “It’s the triple crown for you, kätzchen. Another collar to keep my naughty pet in line. You’ll be thanking me later for this generous gift.”
As Yohji moaned in reply, Schuldig kissed up his middle.
Yohji’s mind whirled at the pressure around his cock, shivering uncontrollably at every kiss Schuldig planted. The German only stopped his sensual assault to suck at the hollow of Yohji’s throat, before finally pulling away.
A nozzle was pressed between Yohji’s lips and cream filled his mouth. He barely had time to swallow before Schuldig kissed him deeply, chocolate syrup and ice cream combining with whipped cream. He whimpered as he felt Schuldig’s penis brush against him and he inwardly yearned for release.
Teeth tugged at Yohji’s collar and Schuldig growled against his neck. “Have you had enough dessert, kätzchen?”
“H…hai, s..sensei.”
“Mmmm, you’re trembling,” Schuldig said. He traced his fingers down Yohji’s chest, noticing Yohji’s breath quicken at even the lightest of touches. “Suppose I were to leave you here?”
Yohji groaned as slick fingers slid into quivering muscle. I’d die. I wouldn’t be able to come. I’d be empty without you. I want you in me. I want you all over me. I want you to take me.
Schuldig shifted position and spread open Yohji’s legs. His own cock was slick with lubricant and he pushed into Yohji, making sure to keep the rings around his slave firmly in place. He licked his lips, tasting leather and cream before he pushed harder into a more comfortable position. He stopped and closed his eyes as Yohji’s muscles squeezed against him.
Yohji couldn’t stop his whimpering yell at Schuldig’s entrance. He had been prepared for his Master and had been entered many times before, so he was used to his size. However, never before had he not been allowed to release. The fact that his Master was not moving caused his mind to spin. He flexed his arms in their bonds, yearning to cling onto the other man.
“Calm yourself,” Schuldig said. He rocked back and forth, slowly increasing his rhythm as he sunk into his slave’s thoughts. They surrounded him like hot caramel and he was more than happy to lick them clean. He felt blood pulse in his mind as he hardened and finally came into the other man. He moaned at the pleasure as it took him for those brief seconds of bliss.
Warm, sticky liquid filled Yohji as his Master pulsed within him. He felt the desire so keenly that it left him gasping for breath as his Master pulled out. He leaked his Master’s semen from behind, a droplet of his own forming at the tip of his cock.
In a quick action, that startled Yohji’s body, the rings were removed and his testicles retreated as he came violently onto the bed. His legs spasmed at the force and his stomach contracted, feeling as if a hundred moths were fluttering against his skin.
Schuldig lazily watched the ejaculation, loving the way Yohji’s toes curled as his body flushed. When Yohji stilled and softened, he teased his slave’s nipples back to an erect state, just to hear Yohji moan. He reached up to unbind Yohji’s wrists and removed the blindfold.
Yohji blinked dizzily at Schuldig and nuzzled against him, content to cuddle against his warmth.
“You did well, kätzchen,” Schuldig said. “Maybe next time I will top from the bottom.” A light snore made him chuckle and he possessively clung onto his slave. “Or maybe there won’t be next time, only this time, especially if I don’t let you return to that flower shop of yours.”
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some bondage, Sex
Word count: 1,530
Summary: A good Master feeds their slave and Schuldig makes sure that his ‘kitten’ eats well.
Tender skin was suckled to the point of release - a salty mixture of guilt and sin, seasoned with sweat and saliva.
Schuldig stroked Yohji’s hair and purred, “You’ve been such a good kätzchen.”
Yohji rubbed against Schuldig, giving a teasing nibble to his inner thigh. “I’d meow, but there are better noises that come out of my mouth, Master.”
“Among other things,” Schuldig said.
The blonde’s lips were claimed as Schuldig leaned forward to taste himself on Yohji’s tongue. His fingers slid beneath the leather collar he placed around Yohji’s neck earlier in the day. He pulled it tight, making the body against him struggle for air.
Yohji was breathless when he was allowed to pull back and blushed when his stomach growled. “Excuse me Master, I haven’t eaten since this morning, can we eat now?”
“It’s evening already?” Schuldig smiled and looked to the clock before he tightly gripped Yohji’s hair. “In that case I will let you eat. But, you can only take your food from me.”
“Hai sensei,” Yohji gasped when Schuldig pulled away. Strands of his hair clung to Schuldig’s hand and Yohji watched his Master wipe them off onto the bed.
“I’ve prepared some special treats for tonight,” Schuldig said. He smoothed back his open robe and kneeled at the hotel courtesy bar.
Yohji leaned against the bed with his hands behind him so they rested at the small of his back. He puffed his chest out, raising his head high so that it looked as if his wrists were bound. He imagined them tied with his wire, slicing into his skin as he was taken by the German assassin. He let out a soft moan at the thought.
“Calm yourself, kätzchen,” Schuldig chuckled, dipping his fingers into Yohji’s mind. “There will be time for that later.” He motioned Yohji over to the tatami mat and lightly pet his cheek before he allowed his slave to kneel at the low table. “I’ve sent for something special for you.”
Yohji’s eyes widened at the prepared soba noodles and shoyu.
“You are pleased,” Schuldig stated. He took a pair of chopsticks in his hand, mentally preening that he was able to handle the delicate utensils so well. He took a bite of the gathered noodles and reached over for Yohji to take some. He smiled as the Japanese man slurped them up with enthusiasm.
Once they were through with the main meal, Schuldig brought out a palate cleanser. He took a sliver of pickled ginger in his hand and held it to Yohji’s mouth.
Yohji’s tongue sucked on the tip of Schuldig’s finger before he took in the pungent spice. His lips tingled at the intense flavor and he closed his eyes to savor the taste. A tongue parted his lips, adding heat to the spice with a commanding kiss. When Yohji thought he could take no more, Schuldig pulled back.
“For dessert, I have something special in mind,” Schuldig said. “Go to the bed.”
“Yes, Master,” Yohji said. He lay down on the bed and allowed Schuldig to bind his wrists to the bed posts. He averted gaze until Schuldig grasped his chin, forcing him into a stare. A blindfold covered his eyes and he heard the squeak of bed springs as Schuldig left him. His sense of sight was deprived and he wondered just what his Master had in store.
A stab of cold hit his abdomen and he cried out in shock.
“It’s just me,” Schuldig said, running an ice cube above his sternum. He rubbed it around the chest, the heat from Yohji’s body causing it to melt and create a pathway. He lavished in the way Yohji writhed, especially when he squeezed the ice cube above his slave’s penis.
Cold droplets tickled Yohji’s most sensitive area and he moaned, twisting his hips to rub at the liquid. A frigid hand gripped him and he gasped, writhing at the touch.
“I like my dessert cold at first,” Schuldig said. He ran the ice cube up to Yohji’s lips, teasing him with it before he took it in his teeth. He bent down and had Yohji suck at the liquid until the ice cube melted between them. Wet fingers toyed with Yohji’s balls, circling his length before they teasingly reached behind.
Yohji’s breath caught in his throat and he bucked at Schuldig’s touch. Every stroke and fondle made him shiver at their intensity, his other senses heightened as one was taken away.
“So anxious,” Schuldig said. “But, you must wait. Dessert still has to be prepared.”
He brought over a tray to the bed side table and took a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He leaned over to Yohji, kissing the sweetness into him.
Yohji licked his lips, pleased at the sweet taste. However, an unusual puff of air caused his head to tilt in question. He felt a finger at his mouth and he licked at it, nearly biting down as something creamy coated his nipples.
Schuldig greedily licked the whipped cream away, moving his tongue like a serpent until he finished off the dessert topping with long strokes.
While Yohji writhed in his bonds, Schuldig reached for some lubricant and coated his hands before he moved one of them up and down Yohji’s penis. When his slave reached erection he reached for the tray and slipped a cock ring around Yohji, sliding it down to his base.
“Aaah!”
“Shhh,” Schuldig murmured, caressing Yohji’s length. He firmly attached the other rings, restraining the testicles as well. “It’s the triple crown for you, kätzchen. Another collar to keep my naughty pet in line. You’ll be thanking me later for this generous gift.”
As Yohji moaned in reply, Schuldig kissed up his middle.
Yohji’s mind whirled at the pressure around his cock, shivering uncontrollably at every kiss Schuldig planted. The German only stopped his sensual assault to suck at the hollow of Yohji’s throat, before finally pulling away.
A nozzle was pressed between Yohji’s lips and cream filled his mouth. He barely had time to swallow before Schuldig kissed him deeply, chocolate syrup and ice cream combining with whipped cream. He whimpered as he felt Schuldig’s penis brush against him and he inwardly yearned for release.
Teeth tugged at Yohji’s collar and Schuldig growled against his neck. “Have you had enough dessert, kätzchen?”
“H…hai, s..sensei.”
“Mmmm, you’re trembling,” Schuldig said. He traced his fingers down Yohji’s chest, noticing Yohji’s breath quicken at even the lightest of touches. “Suppose I were to leave you here?”
Yohji groaned as slick fingers slid into quivering muscle. I’d die. I wouldn’t be able to come. I’d be empty without you. I want you in me. I want you all over me. I want you to take me.
Schuldig shifted position and spread open Yohji’s legs. His own cock was slick with lubricant and he pushed into Yohji, making sure to keep the rings around his slave firmly in place. He licked his lips, tasting leather and cream before he pushed harder into a more comfortable position. He stopped and closed his eyes as Yohji’s muscles squeezed against him.
Yohji couldn’t stop his whimpering yell at Schuldig’s entrance. He had been prepared for his Master and had been entered many times before, so he was used to his size. However, never before had he not been allowed to release. The fact that his Master was not moving caused his mind to spin. He flexed his arms in their bonds, yearning to cling onto the other man.
“Calm yourself,” Schuldig said. He rocked back and forth, slowly increasing his rhythm as he sunk into his slave’s thoughts. They surrounded him like hot caramel and he was more than happy to lick them clean. He felt blood pulse in his mind as he hardened and finally came into the other man. He moaned at the pleasure as it took him for those brief seconds of bliss.
Warm, sticky liquid filled Yohji as his Master pulsed within him. He felt the desire so keenly that it left him gasping for breath as his Master pulled out. He leaked his Master’s semen from behind, a droplet of his own forming at the tip of his cock.
In a quick action, that startled Yohji’s body, the rings were removed and his testicles retreated as he came violently onto the bed. His legs spasmed at the force and his stomach contracted, feeling as if a hundred moths were fluttering against his skin.
Schuldig lazily watched the ejaculation, loving the way Yohji’s toes curled as his body flushed. When Yohji stilled and softened, he teased his slave’s nipples back to an erect state, just to hear Yohji moan. He reached up to unbind Yohji’s wrists and removed the blindfold.
Yohji blinked dizzily at Schuldig and nuzzled against him, content to cuddle against his warmth.
“You did well, kätzchen,” Schuldig said. “Maybe next time I will top from the bottom.” A light snore made him chuckle and he possessively clung onto his slave. “Or maybe there won’t be next time, only this time, especially if I don’t let you return to that flower shop of yours.”