Disclaimer: I do not own Free!
Cross-posted from my writing blog. I blame FallenPrinsu and lack of caffeine for everything.
"Um, Y-Yamazaki-kun-"
"I told you to call me Sousuke, didn't I?" the noirette frowned and a sigh of annoyance escaped his lips.
"You did but…" his eyes avoided any sort of contact with the cerulean ones, prompting to dodge the question and escaping from Sousuke's tight grip. "Can you please move away?"
The oppressor could only smirk, licking his lips with anticipation and greed; he devoured his prey, worshipping every part of Makoto's body with kisses. His tantalizing lips made Makoto felt dizzy and the euphoric feeling he's experiencing made him moaned in delight.
"Stop struggling, Makoto," Sousuke commanded; irked with his futile struggles and the indecent expression he wore, he bit Makoto's neck with such pressure that it left a red mark blossoming on the skin. Soon, the once unblemished part of Makoto's body was marred with bite marks; courtesy of the greedy predator.
"B-but this is just embarrassing," Makoto tried to cover his reddening face with his hands but he realised that Sousuke had pinned them above his head. He felt vulnerable with his torso exposed and he could feel his heart thrumming against his chest. On top of it all, he felt ashamed with himself for enjoying this but he couldn't bring himself to ask for more or pleading Sousuke to stop.
"You're not being completely honest with yourself," Sousuke teased, biting and licking his nipples that made him moaned wantonly. Sousuke's hands traced lazy circles and random patterns on his chest before trailing down to the waistband of his trousers. Tugging it a little, Makoto immediately cried out his protest, "S-stop it! I-I'm not ready for this, Sousuke!"
Sousuke's hands halted his previous actions, looking up with baffled look on his face. "What did…" He shook his head. "Say it again."
"Huh?"
"My name. Say it again."
"Oh, um…" Makoto bit his lip and muttered. "S-Sousuke."
"I can't hear you," the noirette's thumb traced his lips, urging him to speak.
"Sousuke, stop teasing me already," Makoto whined, unable to bear any of the noirette's torment on his body.
The said tormentor smirked and his eyes glinted with mischief, "How could I just stop when you are acting like this?" He proceeded to grope Makoto's ass and leaned down, "Now tell me," he brought his lips towards Makoto's ear, nibbling his earlobe gently and whispered sensually into his ears, "What do you want me to do?"
Makoto shuddered. He was trapped, like a caged animal. Vulnerable and having no means to escape, he finally gave in to pleasure.