Knife Play-Hiei/Kurama (master/slave play)-From the Kink Alphabet
"Tell me," Hiei whispered, gently tying a sash over his mate's eyes. Kurama panted softly through parted lips, arms tied firmly above his head.
"White," he gasped, already squirming as his lover gripped his cock tightly, "The safe word is White-ahn!" The hollow of his throat was revealed as he threw his head back, arching against the rough fingers that threatened to make him melt.
"Very good," the koorime let go then, gently licking a heated path along his mate's ribcage, blowing softly on the wet spots. He finally stopped at the collarbone, letting cold metal rest there, "You're going to bleed for me aren't you?"
"Yes Sir," Kurama moaned, legs already opening subconsciously, relaxing against the knife's caress.
"Good fox," his blade slid smoothly through pale skin, bathing the human chest in sanguine. Hiei smeared it, writing in blood and cutting deeper here and there; the red was fantastic across the flawed skin. "Pretty fox..."
"Uh..!" Kurama bit his lip, tossing his head back as a slick palm grazed his pelvis, down across his member. Gently probing that secret place...
"It's going to hurt," Hiei murmured, biting down on his reddening nipples, "is that alright?" the question was sarcastic.
"Yes!" Kurama hissed, arching, squirming, "I want it to hurt just please...!"
And when the shimmering blade of the knife slid in, smooth and slick, Kurama screamed, arching. And Hiei's kisses were sweet with blood.
