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I couldn't recall how things turned out like this. It wasn't that I was complaining, but it was surprising. To have a guy like him, someone who's so much your rival that he's practically your best friend...to have him suddenly decide that, yes, he did in fact want to sleep with you; it was weird. But, goddamn, was he good.
Lips locked, legs entwined, hands gripping desperately at each other's hair, we seemed like a messy, writhing ball of pure passion. Like one complete organism. I slid into his arms perfectly, my legs fitted around his just so, and our mouths connected as if they were made for each other. How had we gone so long without realizing it sooner? Oh, right, the girls... Man, those pesky women, always leading guys on like that... Guess it didn't matter much anymore, though. Now we had each other. All of that lead to this and that's all that was important. Though, it was kind of funny. Despite these thoughts in my head of how perfect we were for each other, we were never gentle or careful with one another. Oh, no. Even if we could be considered dating now, everything was still a competition. Some things never change, after all.
Wrestling around on the bed, tumbling and rolling, we were locked in some weird sort of fight, battling for supremacy. But, like always, I ended up losing. I wondered if maybe it was a subconscious thing. Like, I actually enjoyed being dominated by him. Maybe, secretly, I was some sort of masochist. Or maybe he was just really damn sexy. I leaned more for the latter. After all, that smirk of his, those smoldering eyes, the way his body moved and his hair stuck to his forehead in perspiration... And, oh, don't get me started on the way his body moved against mine. He had this knack of knowing just the right spots to touch, and used it to his advantage. Though, more often than not, he was more cruel with it than anything. But...I wasn't sure if that really it. After all, it shouldn't matter if he topped or not, nothing would really change! Right?
"Looks like I win again~" he smirked, pinning my hands down by my head. His legs also kept mine down, not allowing me to try to fight him off.
"I don't think you're being very fair with this, kora," I grumbled, glaring up at him.
"I'm being perfectly fair, don't be such a sore loser," he simply said, leaning down and trailing his tongue over my collarbone. "Though I suppose you can't help it, you'll be sore either way," he chuckled, his warm breath causing me to shiver. Didn't help that he let go of one of my hands, his fingers running down my back, their coldness creating a harsh contrast to my already flushed skin.
"U-ugh...why don't you ever let me top, kora?" I complained, something I did bring up a couple times before...but never in bed.
"I have to train Tsuna and do work. I can't be limping around all the time," he just mumbled into my jaw, before moving further down to my chest, his tongue and lips making patterns across my skin. "I've told you before. Stop whining about it," he added, lightly biting me as he did so.
Flinching a bit at the slightly painful, yet still somehow arousing nip, I put my free hand against his shoulder, giving a shove. "What about me, huh? I have training to do, too, kora!"
Pushing himself up, he narrowed his eyes at me, seeming more annoyed as his patience was beginning to diminish. "Your student isn't as important as Tsuna. And plus, no one will care if they see you holding your ass all day. I have standards to set, I can't be having people think I let some dumb blond fuck me. Now shut up, your killing the mood," he growled, sitting up a bit more, freeing my legs. "Also, because of that, you don't get any foreplay," he added, getting prepared to just start the main event.
However, I wasn't exactly willing to give at this point. I'm not sure why I decided to have a sudden rebellious streak. I guess I was at my limit of how much I was willing to be put down. Pulling my legs away as I sat up, I moved away from him, glaring. "No thanks, I'm not in the mood, kora," I mumbled.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he leaned over, pushing my knees down, spreading them in the process. "Okay, fine. What do you want me to do, go down on you?" he offered, obviously not really serious about it...or at least so he sounded.
Eying him, I could feel myself heating up at just the thought of him doing that. Actually he had never done it before, much less offered. I could figure this was my chance. Or I could demand more, and stick to the desire to dominate him completely. But then, before I could make my decision, he added:
"Oh, but you'll have to do me, first."
"Hell no!" I snapped, closing my legs and turning away. "How should I know that you're just going to say you're too tired when I'm done and not do me at all, kora?"
"And same could be said for you!"
"Hey, hey, woah. I'm letting you fuck me for a blowjob. I didn't hear anything about me having to suck your dick, too!"
"I meant that you could easily still deny me whatever I want," he rolled his eyes. "Look, just...ugh, your stupidity killed my hard on. So get out, you don't have anything more in here to do," he said, already getting dressed. Glaring at him, I didn't budge...until he took his belt and whipped my thigh with it, luckily not using the buckle end. "I said get out."
Yelping a little from the pain, I jumped up, grabbed my clothes and hurried out before he decided that just leather was too soft for a whip. Hurrying down the hall, I entered the bathroom and let out a frustrated sigh of my own, stepping into the shower to wash the sweat and spit off me. I kind of regretted denying him now, actually. Not for any reason in particular...I just felt bad for making him mad. Sure, usually I made him mad all the time. But not this kind. This time it was a genuine 'pissed-off' feel he gave, which was rare considering how cool he usually was. That and I regretted it since I was still in the mood. Not completely, but enough that I couldn't help but get off while in the shower, thinking of what his submissive face would look like. I bet he was like Lal...blushing so much, denying it felt good, complaining about how horrible it felt, telling me to just hurry it up and get it over with... I wanted to see that side of him so bad. I wondered if there even was a way...
It had been a couple weeks since I first denied him. And ever since, I had continued to evade his advances. He'd whisper in my ear all the things he'd do to me, but I'd just shove him away and continue doing my thing. He'd find me alone and start kissing me until I was against a wall or a counter or table. But eventually I would call it quits and make up an excuse to get away. Sometimes he'd just straight up tell me 'Let me fuck you, dammit!', but as stubborn as an ox I was, and I refused every time. To tell the truth, it was just as difficult for me as it was for him. Especially when he pulled the make-out card. A couple times he'd even go so far as to break into the bathroom while I was showering and try to get a quick one there. This was a little harder to get around, but so far a miracle has saved me each time, either in the form of Tsuna or someone calling for him on the phone. It was almost pitiable the steps he was going. He was getting so desperate. But I didn't feel too sorry. In fact, I felt quite powerful knowing I had this affect on him. And that feeling of power was what I clung to whenever I felt like I was losing to his charm. But...I wondered how long I could last. Or how much longer he was willing to keep this up before he decided to break off our relationship completely and just go back to women or other men. I was going to have to be careful.
But, luckily, he was more loyal than I'd figure he'd be. While the kids were at school and everyone else besides me and him were gone doing errands, he approached me. But instead of trying to pull any moves, he just stood there and glared. "What the hell is wrong with you lately? Have you been seeing someone else? Have you gone back to Lal? Am I just not good enough for you?" he asked, getting more and more worked up until he finally grabbed my shirt front, pulling me to face him properly. "Just tell me, dammit! Or else I am through with you!"
Calmly, I looked back at him, meeting his furious eyes, and smiled. "Let me top, kora."
Hand trembling, he looked about ready to punch me. But then he just let me go and took a deep breath. "That's all I have to do."
"Yup. Just let me top at least once, kora."
"That's all this was about, all this time...?" he repeated, voice low, his fedora somehow making an even darker shadow than usual over his eyes.
"Pretty much, kora."
A few seconds past and the air felt thick and hot. But the next second, he straightened back up and sighed. "Fine. Let's just get this over with," he said, grabbing my hand and yanking me back up to his room.
Almost instantly as the door closed, he was on me, kissing, grabbing, stripping...and I was just the same, finally giving into the long-resisted lust I had of my own. We rarely broke for breaths and when we did, it was only for a split second, resorting us to panting in no time at all, the hot breath between us only making our conditions worse. Tripping over our feet and scattered clothes over to the bed, we fell on it together, as he willingly let me lay on top of him this time. But he still seemed a bit reluctant about it all in general.
"Don't treat me like a woman," he warned me, breathing heavily as I sat up and started to undo our belts.
"Don't worry. I'll treat you like you always treat me, kora," I replied, grinning slightly at the very faint glimmer of dread that crossed his features. Maybe then he would treat me a little nicer. Not that it was my intention, but it would be nice.
Once our belts were undone and the rest of our clothes were removed, I leaned over him, kissing his neck, leaving as many bite marks as I pleased, much to his complaint. Not that I listened. Oh, no. I was in control now. Moving down his neck, I licked and kissed over his chest, sucking on one of the pink buds there, my fingers tweaking the other.
"Agh, stop that! I said don't treat me like a girl!" he yelled, shoving me away, his face already rather red.
Smirking at the reaction, seeing his flustered face, I moved in more, this time catching his wrists and holding them to the bed. "But your body likes it, kora. Besides, I'm not treating you like a girl...I'm doing everything you've done to me, kora!" I explained, as I shifted a bit so that my leg rubbed against him, making him wince.
"This is really weird... C-can't you just get it all over with already?" he panted, not meeting my gaze.
"Come on, I'm the boss now, kora. I call the shots," smiling I leaned against him more, our bodies flush together as our lips met. Moving my hands so our fingers were entwined, I pulled them up over his head, my hips already moving without me thinking much about it.
"I-idiot...you forgot the lube, didn't you," he hissed into my ear, but despite the rough friction, I could tell from his heavy breathing that he was enjoying it as much as I was. Though he did have a point about the lube... Glancing to the bedside table, I reluctantly let go of one of his hands, but kept our mouths together in order to keep him from doing much anything as with my free hand I searched blindly for the bottle. "I-in the drawer," he whispered between kisses, his body moving against mine by now as well. "Hurry up...!"
Finding the bottle, I quickly drizzled some between us, not bothering to really get it rubbed together properly, figuring our grinding could spread it as need be. Picking up the pace once we could, we stayed in this position for a few minutes before he pulled away from the kissing, stopping his movements.
"Y-you aren't planning on doing this the whole time, are you?" he asked, arm draped over my neck as I had finally gave at least one of his hands back.
"No, I had other things planned, kora. Why? Don't you like this?" I asked, going back to nuzzling his neck, the scent of his sweat and cologne making me almost high with how much I loved it.
"I just don't want to get off by just this," he said, his breathing beginning to regulate a bit better by now. "It's boring."
"Fine," I sighed, pulling away. "What do you want, kora?" There wasn't a whole lot we could do...
"Well, if you're going to be fucking me, the least you could do to return the favour is blow me," he said, pointing downwards.
Which I wasn't pleased about. "Fuck no! You wouldn't give me one last time, kora! If anything, I should be telling you to suck me off!"
"That's only because you didn't take the offer! And like hell I'm going to be putting that thing in my mouth!"
"Then forget it, kora. Either do me and I'll do you, or we're going back to what we were doing before!"
"Ugh, why don't we just do it at the same time?" he suggested, great reluctance evident in his tone.
Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I reared back slightly. "Egh, no way, kora. I don't want my nose in your ass."
"Well, you want to put your dick in there so bad!" he crossed his arms, looking almost like he was pouting, which was something I never thought I'd see from someone like him. But damn it worked.
"Fine," I grumbled again, pushing him back into the bed. I didn't really do this all that often for him, only when we didn't have much time to go all the way. Before, I was always so lost in everything else that I never stopped and thought about the fact that I never received one from him yet. Guess it was kind of a wonder why I was so...in love with him.
Taking my time with trailing down his body with kisses and bites, I wasn't really looking forward to what he was making me do...but once I started, the noises he made made it worth it. I could even ignore the taste and texture in replacement of being able to make him moan like that. Probably helped that he wasn't ever one to make a lot of noise while we had sex. Guess he really was in need. Working away at him, I continued to take my time, one of my hands searching around him.
"U-unn... Y-you better n-not be thinking of t-touching me there," he panted, his voice broken from the pleasure.
But I didn't reply. Of course I couldn't really, my mouth being full and all. No, I was actually looking for something specific. I remember hearing about a spot you could hold onto, which kept you from reaching climax for however long you wanted. Believing to have found it, I continued moving my head, as I felt his hands grip my hair, urging me to speed up.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked after a minute or so more. "D-don't do that, you might hurt something! Just let me c-" cutting himself off as I quickly let go (having not realized there was a chance of hurting him doing that), and pulled away, he held a hand to his mouth, panting. Somehow, he hadn't hit climax after I had let him go, possibly due to some mental thing. "You bastard, don't try things like that without permission!" he yelled, kicking me in the gut.
Keeling over from the ferocity of the kick, I held my stomach, rather regretting having tried to pull such a stunt like that. Should have expected him to get mad... But I didn't really understand true regret until he took advantage of my downed state. As next I knew, I was face down on the bed, with him poised directly behind me, hands on my waist.
"There, your time's up for your fun. Now it's my turn," he leaned over my back, whispering in my ear.
"Hey, hey, wait! Wait, kora!" I cried, trying to turn around. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, kora!"
But he had a good grip on me, and more or less ignoring my pleas, pushed himself in, at least taking the courtesy to not enter in one go. Biting on my lip as I felt him move in me, once he was in, I was able to finally manage words. Tears brimming in my eyes, I glanced over my shoulder at him. "Y-you bastard, Reborn... You aren't fair at all, kora...!"
"Nothing's fair, Colonnello. You should really learn that~"
