*QUICK NOTE FROM ME*
AHHH thanks to anyone who has read the first chapter, I just posted it wandering if anyone would read and be interested in more. I got a review from a 'guest', so as much as I wanted to thank you for your kind words, I couldn't! Thank you sweet heart! I just wrote this small second chapter, and pose a question to anyone who reads it: what should I do next? ~ I could either really take my time and write a longer fanfic here, and really try to bring out Kizami's perverted, psychotic little character, and be all intricate and all, OR I could just write it as basic but still good as I can, but just make it shorter and more, ehem, 'to the point'.
Any responses would be much appreciated, and thank you again to anyone who takes the time to read this! You make it worthwhile, you lovely things you!
Anyway, back to the business..
As his teeth are grazing over my tongue, I try to wriggle from underneath him, a sudden panic setting in. Although my body undeniably wants this, my mind is beginning to whisper the reality of what is (inevitably) going to happen. At last the kiss stops, but only for a moment. I look up to my best friend, grinning down at me with that all too sexy psychotic little smile. I feel that he has succeeded in undoing my pants, and is beginning to slide them down my waist. 'Yuuya, wait I-' Before I can continue, his lips are back on mine, crushing into my mouth. I groan into his hot orifice, and I feel his grip on my pants tighten. 'Kurosaki,' he whispers, pulling away from the surprisingly gentle kiss. He says nothing for a moment, simply glaring at me with nothing but lust and wanting in his gaze. He slowly moves his mouth to my ear, and for a second lets his scolding breath ghost over the sensitive skin. 'Kurosaki, you submitted. There's no turning back,' his words are followed by another lick to my ear, slowly dragging his tongue up the ultra-sensitive skin where my ear connects to my face. I can't help but moan, feeling the final pang of defeat. God dammit. He slowly moves away from my face, moving down my body, dragging his tongue down with him too of course, and pulling my pants the rest of the way off as he does so. 'My little prince,' he hisses as his face stops to rest at my navel.
'You are such a pervert,' I remark. Yuuya chuckles, the sound travelling from deep within his throat. He then nips at the skin right above my belly button, rolling it around between his teeth. I wince in discomfort, but know better than to say anything. He continues to swirl slow, sloppy circles around my navel, bringing his hands up to massage my waist. His motions are hot, and heavy, a subtle reminder of his strength. Once he is happy he has tortured my abdomen enough, he begins planting little sucking kisses down to the rim of my boxers. Just the feeling of his hot breath spilling through the fabric and onto my painful erection sends me into a long, low moan.