Taste for Leather-Part B
Okay, I wasn't going to do this, I really wasn't; but it seems that Asami still has a little more 'playing' to do with Aki and doesn't want to fully release (no pun intended) the ending of the story to me-Bossy Bastard!! {*WHACK! writer receives a smack to the head by the butt of Asami's gun while giving her a murderous glare-Aki's in the background, still tied and complaining that his arms are falling asleep-which only provoke the writer and Asami's glares to be directed at him*}
*goldfinch rubs the lump on her head while mumbling under her breath lest Asami-SEME I mean Asami-sama threatens her once again with bodily harm* What was I writing again? Oh, now I remember, anyway as I was saying I am posting what appears to be Part B of this fic, hopefully I'll have Part C (which wasn't in the works) later on. In any case, I hope I won't send you into the sleeping zone and instead you get to enjoy this as obviously Asami is. [disclaimer: Asami owns Aki and Ayano Yamane owns both Asami and Aki and all other VF characters. The fic is mine though.]
Taste for Leather-Part B
Penned by: goldfinch3
Rated: NC-17
He keened at the loss, he’d been so close.
But before he was able to shout his frustration at Asami, hands stroked the backs of his thighs, petting and soothing, bringing him slowly down; the passion banking down to a gentle fire, clearing his head of the fog of lust it had been wrapped in. His gaze rose to meet golden eyes that seemed to burn into his, a soft kiss touching the corner of his mouth. “Not yet Akihito, I will pleasure you, and you will come for me, but not yet.” Another soft kiss, a teasing tongue, and then the warmth of Asami was gone. He tried to hold onto broad shoulders but the man offered him a wicked grin, eyes glittering with sinful mischief while another kiss was pressed to the tops of his fingers. “Impatient Akihito?” Akihito tried to let go, but Asami prevented it. “Sh..shut up!” was his lame comeback, which was pathetic, but the man always managed to twist him into emotional knots and reduced him to childish retorts that only seemed to provoke laughter from the older man.
“Don’t worry we just need one more thing to get started.” Akihito’s eyes zeroed in on what Asami held in his hand-a tie, black as midnight, done in leather-the material looking supple and tantalizing. He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent the whimper that wanted to come out, his fingers spasming, and although he knew next to nothing about fashion, he knew the man holding it enough to know that the tie had been expensive and probably custom made like everything else Asami wore. He swallowed audibly, a shiver of anticipation wracking his frame as Asami tied his wrists, extended his arms over his head, and slid them onto the coat hook, leaving him vulnerable to whatever Asami had planned for him.
Digits caressed the knotted tie almost lovingly for a few seconds then those fingers spread out, curling over his wrists; they slid down with a barely there touch down his forearms, stopping to rub sinuously at the delicate skin in the bend of his arms-Asami closing in to taste one, his tongue licking in the same motion as the fingers while the other continued its gentle foray provoking shudders of delight and heat to spread all over. The desire which had been simmering rose up to the surface again and he tried to shift closer to Asami’s body but he seemed to be stuck and only looking down did he realize why; he’d been so caught up in Asami that he’d forgotten his pants were pooled at his feet.
He huffed in frustration and attempted to remove them only to stop with a jerk, a moan escaping as Asami sucked on the skin he’d been previously licking. Forgetting about his pants, he turned his head to the side and pressed his mouth to the underside of Asami’s jaw, tasting slight sweat and the man’s aftershave-the scent so subtle but there, making him ache, so he flicked his tongue lightly wanting a deeper taste; the speeding pulse he felt underneath his tongue and the harder suction on his arm was proof that he had provoked a reaction. Asami finally lifted his head, leaving the taste of himself on Akihito’s tongue. The trail of those fingers continued their path; they slid down his biceps, over the bend of his shoulders then glided down his back; all of this while kisses on his neck drove him crazy, made him squirm and fight the bonds that held him incapable of doing anything but receive Asami’s so focused attentions.
He could feel the slick wetness that was dripping from the slit of his cock, his thighs quivering and his hole twitching. He was panting, blabbering, saying the most embarrassing things; words that the one provoking them would use later as ammunition no doubt, but he didn’t have the strength to hold them in. Not with Asami assaulting his senses, bombarding his emotions with single-minded intensity; the same that Asami had focused on him since the beginning, making himself the center of everything for Akihito-nothing and no one else was allowed to intrude, it was all Asami…and him, his pleasure and pain, Asami’s need-only them, only theirs.