"Akira..Akira, are you listening?"
"Hmm?"
"You were spacing out again. Come on, we have to get through this."
Makoto turned to another page in the textbook, her eyes scanning it's contents. Akira watched her in silence, his chin resting in the palm of his right hand. Few hours have passed since they started studying, though it felt like an eternity to Akira.
Studying was never his favorite. It always seemed to bore him half to sleep.
He pondered on ways to conduct a form of entertainment to release him of his boredom…
"Okay, how about this one?" Makoto snapped him out of his thoughts, all of his attention focused on her. Akira darted his eyes over to the question she held her finger over, then back to her. An idea struck him.
Without a word, Akira rose from his seat and shut the textbook close. Makoto was confused by his sudden action. He walked around behind her chair, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her. Makoto fidgeted in her seat. "What are you doing?"
He moved his lips to her ear, and blew lightly into it. His breath sent shivers down her spine. She would have stood in surprise if not for his strong arms holding her in place.
"I'm bored, Makoto…" Akira whispered in her ear.
"I can't help you if you're bored." She attempted to recollect her posture, but to no avail. Her situation only got worse when she felt him plant a light kiss on her collarbone, travelling down her neck slowly.
Makoto bit her lip. She could feel heat rushing to her cheeks, which didn't go unnoticed by Akira. He continued with his attack on her neck, pulling her sleeve down her shoulder to gain access to a new area.
"Akira..stop...we need to..hgnn!"
He sucked on a selected spot on her neck, instantaneously leaving a red mark in it's place. Makoto tried to hold in a moan, but to no avail as it escaped past her lips.
Akira smirked against her skin, his ears picking up on that sweet sound she let out. He wanted to hear more, much more.
….That would have to wait for another time.
Akira released Makoto from his grip, surprising her, and stepped back. Makoto turned around from her seat to face him. "Why did stop for?"
"Did you want to continue upstairs, then?"
"What?! No!"
Akira chuckled, leaning forward and gripped Makoto's chin between his fingers. "We'll do it later, sound good with you?"
"You're an unbelievable pervert!"
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"No!"