The Youth of Shizume
(Stylist)
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Vrooo-
"Could you hurry up? It is not like I want to be sitting here all day long, you know" Misaki lowered his head and stared at the floor with a frown.
-ooom.
Annoyed, Saruhiko put two fingers on Misaki's chin and lifted his face back "What's up, little Misaki-chan can't stay still?" he singsonged in mock as his hand moved back to roam through Misaki's scalp.
"Tch, shut up monkey! You are the one that takes ages to do this shit..." Saruhiko unsuccessfully tried to keep the boy's head still, but Misaki kept moving and turned to face him, "...I don't even know why you want to do this. You know what? I'm done, see—"
But just as Misaki was going to stand, Saruhiko's hand gripped his hair and yanked him down. "You are going to stay there until I am finished. Now, still, and shut up" his patience was running thin and it leaked in his voice, his tone that of an ultimatum.
"Ow! Why did you, damn it, if you think—" Misaki tried to reach the hand grasping his hair but Saruhiko was faster.
In the blink of an eye he could feel the warmth of someone's breath on his collarbone, accompanied by that husky voice of his "Now, like I said, you are going to shut up and not move an inch, my little crow"
That voice that promised so many things, that dared him to test its owner's patience, it was truly a formidable weapon. But it was his bare collarbone graced by the warmth of Saruhiko's breathing that made him shudder, open his eyes wide.
For a second, the sensation overwhelmed him and that voice, one that hid pain with curtains of pleasure, that hand still grasped his hair, was all he knew. His heart started to race, he couldn't explain why, and then he closed his eyes tightly, a slight tremble taking over his body for a second.
A feeling that remained with him until long after he'd left Saruhiko's company.
Vrooo-
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ps: Did using their first names make it more intimate? It almost turned into something more sexy.