Chapter Eight
SOUBI'S POINT OF VIEW
Ritsuka was always so cute when I did this kind of stuff to him, especially when there were people near by. He would try to stop himself from moaning and slow his panting because he did not want anyone to find out what was happing to him. However, I wanted to hear his voice and if someone saw us, I would simply erase their memory of what happened.
"S-stop, a-already, Soubi, I give up. It's not the time to be acting this way." Ritsuka huffed, his body quivering underneath my body, weakened after making him cum and scream in pure bliss.
"No," was my answer to him and he whimpered in response, but I knew he was begging for more.
Ritsuka finally gave up on resisting my desires and at the same time, I had awakened his desires, too. So, there he lay, on my bed with his legs spread out. I had a pretty good view from between Ritsuka's legs and that made me want him even more. Ritsuka's hands were hiding his blushing face while his chest rose up and down, rapidly. It was probably because he was panting.
I stared at Ritsuka's flushed face. It was simply breath-taking to look at this 15-year-old's body. Ritsuka was not even fully grown; but was still very attracted to him. It was merely because I liked his personality. He was nothing like the immature children around his age. Yes, I was always attracted to Ritsuka ever since the first day we met.
At the time, Ritsuka was a 12-year-old who denied my love over and over again. He told me that he did not like when someone told him that they loved him. Let it be someone who admired him, who was in love with him, or who loved him as a friend, but he still hated to hear it.
"S-Soubi . . ." Ritsuka cried out my name in a soft voice that only encouraged me to continue my assault on his body, but . . . I did nothing to him. I only gazed at his body. "S-stop staring a-at me."
I chuckled at how innocent Ritsuka could still be at times like these despite the fact that he was no longer a virgin and we had fought – and won – many Spell Battles. Then, I smirked, saying, "Why should I? I'm an artist so I need to find inspiration for my artwork and the only subject I have found so far is a turned on 15-year-old boy named Ritsuka," while I closed in on him, my arms on both sides of his head, his hands trapped by my hands.
Ritsuka quickly turned his face away from mine, making me sad he did not want to look at me, but then I saw his face glow red from embarrassment. I was amazed at how much Ritsuka could blush. I could have sworn that it was impossible to blush as much as Ritsuka did. He might even hold a world record with all the blushing he had done.
"Hey, Ritsuka," Ritsuka was going to mad when I ask him this question, but it would be worth the effort. "Is your body hot?"
Ritsuka's eyes gasped at this question and then he turned to look at me. His eyes we hissing violently at me, but his blushing face made me smile. "W-what kind of a q-question is that, s-stupid?"
"That was a simple 'yes or no' question, Ritsuka." I answered, my smile growing more seductive. "Well, Ritsuka? Is your body hot or do you want me to find out on my own?"
I did not even let him answer as I released on of his hand so my hand could venture down to his crotch.
RITSUKA'S POINT OF VIEW
"Soubi, n-no, don't y-you dare! D-don't touch . . . Not there! M-Mizuki . . . He'll h-hear!" I tried to yell at him; however, he reduced my voice to moaning and cracking as he pumped my length, his warm skin against mine that was burning.
"Do you want this, Ritsuka? You must want it as much as I want to do it if you're doing nothing to stop me." Soubi whispered, loosening my hands, but still not releasing them.
I was about to protest, but I was cut off when he gave my length a harsh squeeze. The way he squeezed my length made me cry a sharp note, like lightning being shot like an arrow through my head. Then, the damn bastard rubbed my small manhood lightly, messaging it as if he was apologizing.
"Jerk!" I squeaked. My eyes were shut tight, causing the tears to descend down my cheek, prove that it was painful and Soubi should not do that eve again if he knew what was good for him.
I still had my eyes closed, refusing to open them up for Soubi when I felt his lips pressed against mine. Then, I thought to myself, how could I stay mad at him? He's the one I love, but that kiss just made every bad feeling go away. It was like his kisses were spells. Spells created to erase unnecessary feelings and replace them with love for Soubi.
Then, unexpectedly, Soubi pulled away from the kiss and when I opened my eyes, a blush creeping up to my face, I saw that Soubi was not looking at me, but rather at something else. I followed his gaze and found Mizuki standing at the door, wearing one of my shirts that I gave him to wear with a shocked expression as if he just witnessed Soubi shooting me with a gun, blood splattered everywhere on the bed and the plain white walls. Then, it literally slapped me!
"Mizuki!" I yelled and I was finally able to push Soubi with, surprisingly, one hand, but he did not fall that far that I had anticipated.
"I'm sowwy!" Mizuki cried and then he rushed away from the door, using the shirt I gave him to wipe away the tears.
"Mizuki! No, don't run away. Please, Mizuki wait!" I called for him, but he did not come back. Instead, I heard the front door open and then slammed shut! "Mizuki! Soubi, you idiot! Hurry up and get changed and follow Mizuki. No! That's an order!"
Immediately, Soubi jumped up, got dressed and dashed out to follow Mizuki. It took me a while to change, especially with Soubi being here because he tends to hide my clothes so that I could stay naked or wear one of his shirts. So I would have to catch up later.
Sorry for the long wait!
I lost interest in this story for awhile.
Then, I reread the reviews I got and . . .
I was inspired to write more!
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