The pounding on the door woke Lyon from a very pleasant dream involving two girls, chains, and a kiddy pool filled with Jello. It was just getting really good when he'd been jolted awake, leaving him with a raging hard-on and bad attitude. When it became painfully obvious to his enhanced hearing that the person trying to beat down his door wasn't going to go away, Lyon got out of bed with a muttered curse. Dragging a t-shirt over his head he padded over to the door, his black silk pajama pants whispering softly as he walked. He'd had every intention of persuading whomever it was that had ruined his nap to go away until he heard Minatsuki's voice. A slow smile spread across his face and his cock twitched against his PJs as he unlocked the door. Time to turn an annoyance into an opportunity
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She scowled at him, hands on her hips and lips pursed with distaste. She was wearing underwear, yes, and was certainly not interested in taking them off any time soon. Minatsuki wasn't nearly as horny as she could be, nor as excited as he was, but this was official business, and no time to dilly dally with...well...really good sex.
Deftly, Mina hefted up the skirt of her dress to give Lyon a rather nice view of her underwear - these ones blue with light pink lace edging and a little bow on the waist line - just to show him that she was not here to play this silly game and was strictly here on business. Still hoisting her clothing up, the Deadman simply snarled, "Give me back my underwear. I don't care if you're getting your fucking rocks off by sniffing my panties - I want them back. And I want them now."
"You show up late, you don't follow my instructions, and you expect me to just hand them over?" In spite of looking extremely annoyed, Lyon's eyes still drank in the sight of Minatsuki's panties. They were sexy in a cute schoolgirl sort of way, and he was already imagining ripping them off her. "Sorry, but it doesn't work that way babe." In a movement almost too fast to follow Lyon's hand shot out to grab Minatsuki by the wrist. While his hold wasn't painful it was still quite unbreakable. "I told you what would happen if you showed up wearing underwear. Now it's time to pay the price." With that he yanked Minatsuki into his room and slammed the door shut behind them.
"Your fucking instructions were stupid," she hissed in return, digging her heels into the carpeted hallways and room of the hotel. That move was supposed to give her some soft of friction to make dragging her somewhere a whole hell of a lot harder, but it simply wasn't working, and before she knew it, Minatsuki was feeling the wind a slammed door buffeted forward on her butt
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"It's too bad you thought so. Now you're really go to have to work to get your stuff back." Lyon glared at her as he spoke, the silver in his eyes starting to swirl with lust as he thought about what he was going to do to Minatsuki before agreeing to return her underwear and kicking her out on her tight little ass. "And you'll be walking back with nothing on under your dress once again, just like I said you would." He started dragging her inexorably towards the bed, his body tingling with anticipation and his cock standing up straight and stiff behind his silk pants.
"You're so full of shit," Lyon said in response to Minatsuki's announcement. While it was clear he didn't believe the devious little girl, he still unconsciously loosened his grip on her.
As the pulling wasn't working very well and she only found herself being dragged closer and closer to the bed, Minatsuki chanced a rather unwise move. She aimed a kick at his side, but with a rather untimely tug on Lyon's part, the brunette lost her balance and had to jerk her leg down before her kick could land its mark. As a second rather useless technique, Minatsuki's free hand flew to claw at his fingers inclosing her wrist, and she dug in her nails, quite intent to leave marks again. Although, for some reason that the Deadman would rather not touch on, let alone try to comprehend, her attempt to pry him from her arm was rather half hearted. She doubted that she could free herself and make a break for it, leaving her underwear to forever stay in this room; it was already pretty common knowledge in her head that this kid was fast
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"Bullshit. If you hated me that much you would be here right now, stolen underwear or no." Lyon's voice was thick with lust as he spoke. The more Minatsuki struggled the more it turned him on, especially the way she dug her nails into his skin, and by the time they reached the bed Lyon's pulse was pounding in his ears and he was harder than ever. Turning to Minatsuki, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her easily off the ground, plopping her down on her ass on the bed a moment later. His gazed was heated as he glared at her, the silver in his eyes swirling slowly. Hands tightening against her waist, Lyon leaned into to give his erstwhile lover a quick, hard kiss.
"Now, take your dress off before I rip it off," he ordered, releasing her and moving back a little. He watched her closely, ready to defend himself if necessary and more than willing to back up his threat.
"Motherfuck -" her curse was cut short with his kiss, which she immediately attempted to end with a rather violent bite to the lip. Squirming in a semi casual attempt to worm her way out of his hand, Minatsuki raised both her hands and vainly pushed against his shoulders, her hands curled into small fists and pounding relentlessly on the broad planes of his chest when it became apparent shoving just would not do the trick. And when even that failed...?
Well, she gave up. Big brown eyes rolled up and over, making a general 360 degree round about before narrowing into annoyed slits and with a large huff, the teen flopped backward onto his bed. Her back bounced ever so slightly on the springy mattress and, for added effect, Minatsuki crossed her arms moodily over her chest.
"Fine!" she snarled. "Rip the damn dress." She liked the dress; it was a nice and soft material, and was the perfect shade of yellow on her that simply caused her eyes to pop. But sacrifices had to be made for the sake of ones pride. "I'll take one of your shirts."
Rubbing his lip where the scrappy little brunette had bitten him, Lyon watched with smug satisfaction as Minatsuki flopped down onto the bed and basically told him to go for it. He climbed onto the bed with her, looming over her with a wicked grin
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She'd had the determination to remain silent and prove the equivalent of a lazy fuck for all it's worth just to showcase how uninterested she was in this, but a fat lot of good that resolution did her, for the second the ripping sounded and her blue and pink bra was destroyed, she snarled and made to sit up and object. He was too fast in pinning her, however, and Minatsuki had to resort to barring her teeth, spitting in his direction and snarling, "You owe me a new bra
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Minatsuki's well-aimed blow connected solidly with the side of Lyon's head. He snarled at her in a combination of anger and lust, the hit making him harder even as it stung like hell. Minatsuki packed a hell of a wallop for such a slender girl, and it was a serious turn on.
"Only if I get to rip them off you too," he shot back with a vicious grin. "I told you if you showed up wearing underwear that I'd rip it off." For all his ire Lyon was seriously considering it. Tearing Minatsuki's clothes off had so been worth it. Not only had he really enjoyed doing it, but he'd also really enjoyed the reaction it had evoked from the fiery little brunette.
He grunted as Minatsuki turned his attention to his chest and began to pound on it for all she was worth. If she kept it up she was going to leave bruises. The thought of it amused Lyon, as did the vituperation she spewed at him. He must have really hit a nerve this time, as she was in rare form.
Oh this was so fucking unfair. She couldn't surpress a huff of pure annoyance at being practically rolled across the bed, and made to sit up, her arms folded across the line of her nipples and legs drawn up against her body. Minatsuki looked small, and almost compact in this position; she had used this demeanor back at prison on Ganta, and had employed the tact against her own brother for countless years, but the venomous tone she spoke in and the contorted look of anger upon her face were a sharp contrast to any goody-too-shoes act she was portraying that it was almost painful.
For all her want to run away at this point, Minatsuki was completely naked, and could not deny she was a fair bit turned on, if not curious as to just what Lyon had planned when he said she would have to "work" for her undergarments. Part of her didn't care, but the part of her that remained rooted to the spot and following his movements with watchful brown eyes was a fair bit curious
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The pillow bounced of Lyon's back to land in heap on the floor behind him, making no more impression than a drop of water on a stone. His only response was to throw an amused look in Mintsuki's direction before turning his attention back to the drawer. He made a small sound of satisfaction when he finally found what he was looking for.
"Scream and I'll gag you," Lyon said flatly, turning around to face Minatsuki, his arms holding several lengths of rope and a leather belt. While the ropes looked fairly ordinary the belt was far more interesting. It was several inches wide and had two short lengths of chain dangling from it, with a leather wrist cuff at the end of each chain. After giving his victim a moment or two to get a really good look at everything, Lyon walked to the edge of the bed and dumped everything within each reach.
"Time to earn your undies," he said darkly, a wicked grin spreading across his boyishly handsome face as he climbed onto the bed and started crawling towards Minatsuki.
Chocolatey brown eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of belt, which in Minatsuki's eyes much resembled an ancient torture devices illustrated in gorey childrens books. Her cheeks flushed in frustration as she brought her gaze back up to Lyon's face just in time to catch his slight unnerving and offsetting grin. Had she any fur, it would have bristled, but be it as she was, the teen could only pull her lip back from her teeth and shudder as her skin erupted in goose bumps.
The second he was in range again, the brunette aimed a kick this head, followed up with a lunge, both her arms outstretched and palms flat, molding to his shoulders before she gave him a shove. "Don't you fucking dare put those on me," Minatsuki found herself hissing. The rope, she figured, should not have been too surprising, but that belt...fuck that.
Lyon managed to lean back and avoid the kick, but it left him off balance when he was shoved a few seconds later. Rolling onto his back with a grunt and bringing his knees up to protect his groin, he grabbed Minatsuki by the waist and jerked her forwards to sprawl across across his chest.
"You say that like you have a choice," he growled, his face inched from hers, his grin fading and his mouth tightening into a grim line. "Just be grateful that I decided to use the chains instead of leaving the cuffs attached directly to the belt. At least this way you'll be able to fight back a bit." Which Lyon sincerely hoped she'd do. Half the fun of fucking Minatsuki was the way she fought him even as she got off on what he did to her
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Admittedly, Minatsuki enjoyed being on top and she smoothly made to sit up with her legs on either side of Lyon's hips, the tip of his tented erection brushing against the soft front of her lower belly and attracting the brunette's attention for the slightest and least opportune moment when - had she fought back appropriately - she very well may have been able to throw him off of her. Be things as they were, however, Minatsuki's back thumped loudly against the material of the bed spread, and she almost immediately returned to pummling his chest, only for her vicious attempts to cease as he pinned her
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She scowled at him, hands on her hips and lips pursed with distaste. She was wearing underwear, yes, and was certainly not interested in taking them off any time soon. Minatsuki wasn't nearly as horny as she could be, nor as excited as he was, but this was official business, and no time to dilly dally with...well...really good sex.
Deftly, Mina hefted up the skirt of her dress to give Lyon a rather nice view of her underwear - these ones blue with light pink lace edging and a little bow on the waist line - just to show him that she was not here to play this silly game and was strictly here on business. Still hoisting her clothing up, the Deadman simply snarled, "Give me back my underwear. I don't care if you're getting your fucking rocks off by sniffing my panties - I want them back. And I want them now."
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"You're so full of shit," Lyon said in response to Minatsuki's announcement. While it was clear he didn't believe the devious little girl, he still unconsciously loosened his grip on her.
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"Now, take your dress off before I rip it off," he ordered, releasing her and moving back a little. He watched her closely, ready to defend himself if necessary and more than willing to back up his threat.
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Well, she gave up. Big brown eyes rolled up and over, making a general 360 degree round about before narrowing into annoyed slits and with a large huff, the teen flopped backward onto his bed. Her back bounced ever so slightly on the springy mattress and, for added effect, Minatsuki crossed her arms moodily over her chest.
"Fine!" she snarled. "Rip the damn dress." She liked the dress; it was a nice and soft material, and was the perfect shade of yellow on her that simply caused her eyes to pop. But sacrifices had to be made for the sake of ones pride. "I'll take one of your shirts."
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"Only if I get to rip them off you too," he shot back with a vicious grin. "I told you if you showed up wearing underwear that I'd rip it off." For all his ire Lyon was seriously considering it. Tearing Minatsuki's clothes off had so been worth it. Not only had he really enjoyed doing it, but he'd also really enjoyed the reaction it had evoked from the fiery little brunette.
He grunted as Minatsuki turned his attention to his chest and began to pound on it for all she was worth. If she kept it up she was going to leave bruises. The thought of it amused Lyon, as did the vituperation she spewed at him. He must have really hit a nerve this time, as she was in rare form.
"Yeah, I'm really scared now." Lyon sounded anything but. "You'll change your tune ( ... )
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For all her want to run away at this point, Minatsuki was completely naked, and could not deny she was a fair bit turned on, if not curious as to just what Lyon had planned when he said she would have to "work" for her undergarments. Part of her didn't care, but the part of her that remained rooted to the spot and following his movements with watchful brown eyes was a fair bit curious ( ... )
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"Scream and I'll gag you," Lyon said flatly, turning around to face Minatsuki, his arms holding several lengths of rope and a leather belt. While the ropes looked fairly ordinary the belt was far more interesting. It was several inches wide and had two short lengths of chain dangling from it, with a leather wrist cuff at the end of each chain. After giving his victim a moment or two to get a really good look at everything, Lyon walked to the edge of the bed and dumped everything within each reach.
"Time to earn your undies," he said darkly, a wicked grin spreading across his boyishly handsome face as he climbed onto the bed and started crawling towards Minatsuki.
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The second he was in range again, the brunette aimed a kick this head, followed up with a lunge, both her arms outstretched and palms flat, molding to his shoulders before she gave him a shove. "Don't you fucking dare put those on me," Minatsuki found herself hissing. The rope, she figured, should not have been too surprising, but that belt...fuck that.
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"You say that like you have a choice," he growled, his face inched from hers, his grin fading and his mouth tightening into a grim line. "Just be grateful that I decided to use the chains instead of leaving the cuffs attached directly to the belt. At least this way you'll be able to fight back a bit." Which Lyon sincerely hoped she'd do. Half the fun of fucking Minatsuki was the way she fought him even as she got off on what he did to her ( ... )
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