Rating: M - Just for safety; fluff and mansex.
Disclaimer: Shungiku Nakamura-sensei owns Junjou Romantica and all its characters; I only use them fer writing funtimes.
Author's Note: I wrote this based on a "25 Emotions Challenge" on another site, and decided to post it here, also. Although, since I varied with the fandoms, I figured I should post them separately. Feedback is always loved~.
"Oi, Misaki."
His lover's words — if he would ever daresay the title aloud — constantly haunted his mind, lingering on in his thoughts much in the same way the stench of his cigarettes swiftly had begun polluting his clothes.
"H-hai?"
His voice hitched before it caught in the back of his throat, as he roughly bit down on his lips with pearly canines. Akihiko, as always, took Misaki's (vain) attempts to stifle his cries of pleasure as a reason so he could furthermore elicit those sensuous moans.
"Come."
Misaki whimpered, as he soon found that the older male's thrusts had become much more penetrating to his flooded senses; arching his lithe body to create more of the friction that he so desired to experience. His face became tainted with a crimson hue, as his trembling hands tightly fisted into the bed-sheets entangled between their intertwined bodies, when he felt his erection brush against their abdomens.
The older male, elevating his upper body some, softly grin as he stare down at the embarrassed adolescent's face.
"…What? Why right now? I'm studying for —"
"Oh, so I guess I'll just keep your gift…"
"— m-my studying can wait!"
The younger teen looked away, much to his lover's reluctance.
Leaning his face down, various small rays of luminescence silhouetting their features, the brunette felt his vision swiftly becoming impaired.
Be that as it may, he did not need his sight in that particular instance to know that Akihiko was smiling at him ever so softly; for he could already feel it forming as the other's lips gradually descent upon his glistening collarbone.
Shortly thereafter, he found that either he was too caught up in the moment or other, since all he could hear were the complacent but loud mewls he emitted. Regardless, beneath his consistent calls of gratification, he flustered at the enticing words of sweetness and promise the elder male whispered to him.
"H-hold on! Usagi-san, wait a minute!" He pled.
Although, somehow, he knew it did little (if anything) to impede the other male.
"Hm? What is it now?" He dully inquired, softening his grip that he held on the adolescent's wrists.
"A-ano… It's just… I-I haven't taken a shower yet!"
The silver-haired male snorted at the poorly thought-up excuse, a contradicting grin decorating his looks.
"Don't you think it would be much wiser to take one after?"
If it were not for the fact that that his mind and overall sense of thought had long since been ignored — much thanks to the male above him for putting him in such a stupor — Misaki would have scoffed at the conversation they had had earlier. Had he really put some decent, logical thinking into it, he would have quickly come to the realization that he was as much as the one to blame for forgetting his revisions during his exams, as was Akihiko.
The older male slowly dragged one of his hands and softly caressed the younger teen's face, as the latter soon began losing himself to the sensation he experienced on an, honestly estimated, daily basis.
…Then again, he never really put much effort unto escaping Usagi-san and his advances.