Part 25

Crucifixion.

Yup, that would be the perfect way to show the bastard who was the boss. He would just nail his sorry hide to the wall and be done with it. Once and for all.

Stabbing.

Another good one. He had gotten enough training in with the couch, killing it with clean, concise slashes, cutting its heart out. That would be an alternative in case Asami resisted being crucified, although a messy one.

He never once realized that lying on top of Asami - nose scrunched up in concentration, was a dead give-away. The older man kept quiet, resisting the urge to nibble at his kitten who still glowed from their excessive little love-session. His eyes started to close again, content to just feel his boy's skin while he slept.

"… too much blood. I think I'll just fuck him to death. Like he does me. Yeah, that will definitely keep him in line… I'll just tie him to the bed…"

Golden eyes snapped open.

"Would you care to repeat that?"

"What?... I…"

Akihito tried to pull away from the arms which now crushed him against a steely muscled chest. No way! He hadn't said that aloud. He wasn't that stupid. He'd never…

"I think you need another lesson, pet."

"What the hell? I didn't do anything…" Deny, deny, deny… his mind repeated like a mantra.

"Plotting to tie me to the bed and fucking me to death is nothing?"

"I never said that." Inwardly he winced at how shaky his voice sounded.

"It's what you do to me all the time. Bastard!" Thank God, his voice was getting firmer now.

"And you married me against my will! Pervert!" Good, attack was the best defense.

"And you hit me! Sadist!" He really was getting into it now.

"And you made me come here! Asshole!" Yeah, take that one, Yakuza-rat!

"I make you come everywhere, pet."



Asami pulled his boy even closer, feeling every inch of slick, sweaty skin against his own. Akihito really needed it.

He pulled a hidden lever and released the swing that was hidden in a ceiling compartment. With one fluid move he was up, boy in his arms, ready to give his boy another lesson.

"No… what… you can't… Stooooooooooooooooooooppppppppp!"

Akihito struggled in his arms, frantically trying to get away. He still hadn't realized that there was no freedom in running away, giving in was the only thing that would set him free.

"Stop this nonsense or it will just get worse for you."

Every move of his hands was precise and it took Asami no time at all to fasten his kitten into the leather contraption. A large piece of leather went under his stomach and chest to support his upper torso; the wrist-cuffs were attached to the straps hanging from the ceiling and his ankles were fastened with light chains to the d-bolts hidden behind two floor compartments. That would keep the pet right where he wanted him.

"If you do this… I'll never… I… I…" The kitten's face was red by now, outrage, fury and embarrassment all coming together to make him burn.

"You will take your punishment like a man for once, Akihito. You always complain that you are not a boy, so this is the one opportunity to prove it." He knew he was being unfair, but provoking the kitten was just too easy.

"No… stop… I hate you!" There was no way to escape that wicked contraption which kept him on his stomach, ass high in the air – a position he was all too used to by now. The chains that held his body in place didn't give him any leverage either; they just prevented him from really swinging around, allowing only a small back and forth motion. But it helped spreading him open for whatever Asami had planned. He struggled some more only succeeding in rubbing himself against the leather he was lying on.

Asami chuckled while he went to the closet to get the rubber paddle. He would go easy on the pet, just a few more taps on the ass to emphasize today's lesson. And of course to satisfy the kinky cravings of his boy. He was still amazed at Akihito's reaction to the spanking, how receptive he had been towards this new kind of stimulation. Using the paddle would probably make the boy come right on the spot. It would be interesting to find out how much it would take.

Stopping a few feet away from his still thrashing kitten he took a deep breath while trying to take in the incredible sight of his lover. Sensuously spread out, sleek muscles straining, the limber body deliciously arranged and the still crimson ass was his to feast on. And he would.

He tested the paddle against his own hand, smiling at the thought that it sounded much worse than it really was. As expected the pet flinched at the cracking sound, anticipating pain. Asami lovingly caressed the heated flesh of the tight behind, causing the boy to shiver.



"You look like you can hardly wait for me to start, kitten." The hand was now teasing along the cleft that separated the two glowing orbs.

"I haven't done anything… I… aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… nnnnnggghhh… Asami!" A finger was exploring his hidden opening, gently rubbing the muscled ring which contracted under the soft touch. There was just no helping it. He tried to thrust himself onto the teasing digit without success.

Asami chuckled at the sight of his needy pet. He was so predictable when it came to his pleasure, a virtually open book for him to read at his leisure. He withdrew his finger and started to stroke the still burning flesh that was just waiting to be spanked again with the soft rubber paddle. His other hand set the swing into a rhythmic slow motion, rocking his lover back and forth. His lover hadn't seen which toy was waiting to pleasure him, so all Akihito could do was to guess what caused this new sensation crawling over his sensitive skin.

Increasing the pressure on the red globes presented to him, he stroked faster, all the while listening to his kitten's breathing.

Akihito was moaning now, his breath hitching occasionally in his throat when the feelings became too much for him. Just when he was trying to relax his straining body, giving himself up to the soft swaying motion, a sharp crack and a soft, stinging pain of something making contact with his bare ass. It wasn't really painful, more like a throbbing, yet uncomfortable sting on his exposed cheeks. Not sure what to make of it, he waited for the next blow.

Dealing his boy only one slap, Asami went back to rubbing the paddle over the red mark it had left to soothe the skin on Akihito's deliciously red back-side. He wanted his mate to experience his punishment to the fullest, make every endorphin scream for release so that his pet could reach the place he needed to find in order to be finally able to accept his sexuality. He was sure that once Akihito had reached this place he could acknowledge the freedom he would gain in surrendering his body and mind to his rightful mate.

Thwack!

Once again, the paddle hit soft skin, sending the pet swinging.

Thwack!

The pet was groaning in discomfort, yet he tried to find some sort of leverage to further the oncoming impact by trying to swing back on his own to meet the paddle to increase the sting.

He definitely had married one naughty kitten.

"You are a naughty boy, Akihito." He chuckled, starting a slow, rhythmic sequence of light slaps to the eager buttocks.

"No… I…"



Thwack!

"Disobedient."

"Ahhhh… "

Thwack!

"Obstinate."

"Nggghhhhh…"

Thwack!

"Reckless."

"Mmmpfff…"

Thwack!

"Careless."

"Noooooo…"

Akihito was straining in his bonds now, oblivious to anything but the deliciously stinging sensation spreading over his burning ass. The moment the slaps ceased, he screamed out his disappointment.

"I think this is enough for you now." Asami lightly tapped his hand on the flaming cheeks and with the other gently massaged the hard shaft his pet was sporting by now. He listened to the labored breaths of the young photographer, watched him trying to gain his senses. Akihito was breathtaking.

"Don't… stop…"

"Come again?" He almost yelled out his satisfaction of hearing these words.

"You… heard… me…" Akihito had trouble calming his breathing.

"I'm sorry, but I really didn't, pet. Tell me again?"

"You… I… Spank me, you bastard!" Outraged again.

Thwack!

"Yesssssssssss…"

"That one was for calling me names." He was glad the boy couldn't see him – he was sure the satisfied grin almost split his face in half.



"Now tell me again, what exactly do you want me to do?" He just couldn't resist torturing his lover some more.

"Spank me!"

Thwack!

"And?"

"Please!"

Thwack!

"And?"

"I'm sorry!"

Thwack!

"And?"

It was almost too much for him to endure. He started to thrash around, yelling incoherent words, begged and pleaded, promising anything to the other man, just to get him to continue the sensual paddling of his ass. There was only one course left open to him now:

"I need this… please…"

Asami was more than pleased to comply with his lover's request. Once again, he started the irregular series of slaps and caressing touches - Akihito's soft, smooth bottom felt wonderful under his firm hand. It was one of the most exhilarating and empowering feelings he had ever experienced. He listened to the moans of pleasure - mixed with sobs and yelps - coming from his pet.

"Are you getting excited from this, pet?"

"Yes…"

"The way you're wiggling your red little ass tells me you want more?"

"Please… Now… I…"

"You want what?"

"Spank me…"

"Good boy."

He continued to use the paddle, turning the skin on his mate's already abused ass into a deep crimson red. His free hand reached under the boy, stroking his already dripping erection in the same rhythm as the slaps rained down on his upturned backside.



Akihito was lost in the violent tempest of sensations he had never experienced before. He wanted to tell Asami to never stop, to take him, and never let go again – yet all he could bring himself to do was scream out his need, his desire with a raw voice. It felt so right.

Asami almost lost it when he realized how far his lover had lost himself in his pleasure; it took every ounce of control to hold back and not come right on the spot. Sweat ran in silvery pearls down his body, forming rivulets of water across his back and chest, letting him feel the erotic charge surrounding them both.

He concentrated on making his hand grasp the small bottle of oil he needed to prepare his lover for him and almost sighed in relief when he managed to open it without letting it fall from his shaking hands. The paddle had been dropped seconds before, his hand running frantically over the crimson globes before him, soothing, massaging, preparing Akihito for him.

Quickly he lubed himself up, positioned the head of his shaft at the kitten's welcoming entrance and thrust home with one sure move of his hips. That was all it took to send his lover off to the stars. The body before him bucked up hard, almost forcing him to slip out if he hadn't held on to Akihito's waist with a firm grip.

Akihito screamed and yelled as the world around him exploded into a million shards of light, his release so powerful he felt like he exploded from within. He never felt the strong hand vigorously pumping his erection, nor the slippery liquid coating the hand helping him find relief.

Asami felt muscles tighten almost unbearably around him while he pounded into the hot cavern of his lover, sending him over the edge at the same time the body under him tensed up and bucked violently in his release. Desperately holding onto his mate, he rode out the peak of the thunderous orgasm sweeping through him.

It took him several minutes to regain control of his body again, his legs were unsteady, his hands were shaking. His fingers fumbled with the buckles on the straps holding his kitten, trying to get them lose. Finally he managed to unfasten him and with one last effort he took the boy in his arms and carried him to the massive bed.

He dropped Akihito unceremoniously onto the sheets before he let himself fall down beside him, chest heaving from the exertion. His right hand feebly dragged the silk sheet over their worn out bodies while he gathered Akihito close with his left, drawing him close to his body before he allowed himself to drift off to an exhausted sleep.

 Part 26

When he opened his eyes again the bedroom was bathed in the golden rays of the setting sun. A strange sensation of moisture running down his neck and pooling beneath him made him squirm from his comfortable position. A deep sigh escaped him – his lover was slobbering all over him again, oblivious in his sleep. He carefully disentangled himself from his drooling beauty, amazed that the sex-crazed animal from before could do something as ordinary as drool.

Chuckling he made his way to the bedroom door, slipping into the robe he had discarded earlier. He gazed longingly at the shower, really wanting to feel the water pelting down on his body, soothing the soreness in his muscles from the exercise before. Akihito had really worn him out. He laughed. He would have never thought that one day he had to admit to physical limits when it came to sex. Satisfying his lover had taken every ounce of willpower and energy. Splashing some cold water on his face would have to be enough for now; he wanted to be there when the kitten woke.

Standing in the doorway to the bedroom he just looked at his mate, curled up in the warm spot he had vacated, snoring softly – oblivious to the golden eyes watching him. At times like this he envied Akihito for his seemingly blissful ignorance that made it possible for him to surrender himself so completely to sleep. He never allowed himself the luxury of drowning in the bottomless depths of relaxation like this; he was always ready to jump up at the slightest noise or disturbance. It was the only thing that had kept him alive over the years, this and his ability to unconsciously feel danger even when he was asleep.

Well, maybe not always. He chuckled again. He was almost sure that he had passed out after taking care of his pet's needs. Not that he would ever admit that. Silently he padded over to the closet to pick out everything he needed for a nice relaxing evening in bed with his boy. He made sure that all was well within his reach before he started to pull down the covers bunched around his lover. The silky material revealed the dark pink globes he had attended to earlier. Carefully he removed the bandage and examined the small wound underneath. It looked like it was healing very well. So what if the doctor had told him it was too shallow for stitches and they were unnecessary, he had made sure his kitten got the best care in the world. And it had paid off, the gash had closed up and their little exercise earlier had not inflicted any damage to it.

Now, his boy's ass was another story, still a nice deep shade of red, it was clear to whoever saw it what his kitten had been up to. Not that anyone but him would ever see it in all his crimson glory. He took the salve he had set on the nightstand and gently massaged the cooling gel into the soft skin, amazed at the heat radiating from it. While his one hand continued to caress the firm muscles, his other reached for the pain-killers. He took a deep breath before spreading those delicious cheeks, steeling himself against the enticing sight of Akihito's ass. Gently, he pressed the suppository against the boy's entrance, trying to ignore its hungry twitching and carefully pushed in deep. His sex-kitten couldn't even restrain himself in his sleep - what a naughty, needy wife he had.

The all too familiar gleam appeared in his eyes and before he knew it, two of his fingers had found their way into the alluring heat of his mate, twisting and searching for the spot that turned Akihito into a sex-craving maniac every time he touched it.



Snores turned into moans, as Akihito was once more flooded with pleasure traveling from his ass through his whole body. Still asleep he twisted his body towards the source of this feeling, wanting more of it. His mind tried to claw its way into consciousness, his worn out body fighting it every step of the way. But he did feel good. Something was moving in his ass, making him squirm on it, deepening the pleasurable feelings it caused. Wait. Something was moving in his…?

Hazel-nut colored eyes snapped open, seeing the tall figure of Asami looming over him.

"Asami? What the…? Nnngghhh…" It had hit his prostate again. And again. Something was brushing over it, teasing it, making his blood pool in his groin.

"Good, you're awake."

Akihito realized he was on his back, Asami's hand between his spread legs, his fingers buried deep inside of him, pleasuring him again. And yes, it was pleasure he was feeling. His ass felt a bit uncomfortable sliding up and down on the silk sheets, while he was trying his best to impale himself further on the intruding fingers.

"Leave me alone, you perverted Yakuza-bastard. I don't want this… Nngghh…" He could barely finish his sentence when another wave of desire washed through him.

"Want to rephrase this?"

"Just get fucking off me, you rotten prick!"

Now fully awake, Akihito tried to escape the incessant fingers and move away. This was harder than one might have thought with a large rapist looming over him, ready to strike at any second.

"You really need to reconsider your choice of words, Akihito. We can't have you running around screaming insults at your husband now, can we?"

"And stop saying that you're my husband!" He was yelling at the top of his lungs now. Finally he managed to scramble away from Asami, hiding under the relative safety of the covers he frantically bunched around him.

"It's a bit late to try and protect your virginity. If I remember correctly it has been exactly one year, four months and 3 days since I took you the first time, brat." Trademark smirk back in place.

"I'm not a brat!" A pillow sailed in Asami's direction, accentuating Akihito's words.

"Then for once, you might consider acting like one. And don't make me take the other pillow away from you!"

"Why? You have taken everything else away from me. Don't tell me that all of a sudden you turned into a considerate bastard instead of just a bastard." The words came out bitter.

Asami watched his lover closely, not liking the undertone he was hearing. It was time.



"What exactly have I taken from you?" The words came out in an almost growl. It was hard to not lose his temper with his boy.

"Everything. My life, my body, my freedom, my home –just everything. Even my dreams. How dare you ask me that! I'm not your fucking toy! All you do is fuck me and then throw me away until you want to fuck me again. I'm sick of it! I want my life back! Without you ruining everything for me!" Tears spilled out uncontrollably from hazel eyes, leaving silver traces on his face. He just couldn't take it anymore.

"You broke me. There, I said it. Happy now? You turned and twisted me into your fuck-toy and I don't know who I am anymore. I don't want this. I want to be Akihito again! Do you hear me? I just want to be me again!" He was sobbing louder now, hitting the pillow with his fist over and over again, squeezing his eyes shut, not wanting to see the disdainful look on Asami's face. It was just too much. He didn't know what he wanted from the other man and for sure he didn't know what Asami wanted from him. His sobs turned into almost hysterical cries, his only way to release some of the pain bottled up inside of him.

When he felt strong arms closing around him, he snapped. He kicked and screamed, doing everything to get away from the cause of his pain. He bit soft flesh, eliciting a groan of pain from Asami – mindlessly hitting him in his panic, desperately wanting to get away. From what he did not know. Despite his useless attempts to escape the older man held fast, not letting go no matter what he did until he finally slumped in his arms, too exhausted to try anything else.

"Are you done now?"

A choked sob was the only answer he got. He sighed deeply, a bit annoyed that his lover did not seem to understand the relevance of his commitment, and weary because some of the words hit him deep inside. This would not be easily resolved. How he loved the simple dealings of his daily business, there was nothing that couldn't be taken care of with a gun. And he highly doubted that Akihito would appreciate to look down the barrel of his Glock at this point.

He pulled him closer to his chest, making sure to keep him securely within the confines of his arms, not wanting to risk another attempt at escaping him. As if there was any chance of him ever letting his mate get away again.

"… hic…"

Akihito had stopped struggling, realizing that there was just no escaping the older man, his crying had toned down to fewer quiet sobs, occasionally interrupted by small hiccups. He slumped into the firm embrace, his face flushed from embarrassment at his outburst. He had never planned to let the bottled up feelings inside of him surface with Asami watching him fall apart like this. Thinking about how much Asami hated weakness he knew he had just killed the last bit of respect the older man might have had for him. He really was just a stupid brat. And this was definitely the end of whatever could have been.

New tears threatened to spill again, when he realized that now he would never had the chance to find out if he meant anything to the arrogant bastard.



Asami knew the moment his kitten tensed up again that he was at the verge of another break-down. Damn Akihito's overactive mind. He had probably come up with some hare-brained ideas that would make his hair stand up if he knew. There was no way he could let Akihito continue to think himself deeper into depression, he had to do something fast.

He carefully loosened his hold on the boy, one of his hands gently moving towards his chin and slowly forcing his mate's head up to look at him. Asami had never been in a situation where he had to explain himself to anyone, even less so regarding his feelings. His golden eyes scrutinized the tear-blotched face in front of him, the quivering lips, eyes that threatened to overflow once more and a red puffy nose causing the boy to sniffle. Damn! He would be in for another night of listening to Akihito's snoring. Ah well, it was as they said: no rest for the wicked.

It pained him to no end to see his lover so devastated, his eyes for the first time not clearly mirroring his feelings, instead flickering with uncertainty, shame and fear. It almost broke his heart to see his lover in so much pain. He bent down to lovingly brush the lips he hungered for so much, with his own, ending the feathery caress with a small nib to the trembling lips.

"Nobody can break you." Another graze of his lips.

"I… hic…"

"You are the one of the strongest people I ever came across. Nothing and nobody can break you." An almost indiscernible kiss.

"You… hic…"

"And you are the only one worthy of standing beside me." The lips lingered a bit longer this time.

"But… hic… what you did… I… hic… "

It seemed impossible, but his kitten turned an even darker shade of red.

"What did I do, Akihito? Tell me." Asami desperately wanted to close his eyes, sure that his anxiety would be reflected in them. They had reached the crucial point he had been waiting for –and at the same time had dreaded to arrive.

"You hit me… hic…"

"And?"

"You made me… hic… like it…"

He pulled his kitten closer now, carefully taking in every square-inch of him, not wanting to risk missing even the slightest movement that could help him understand his pet's mindset.

"Akihito, nobody can make you like something, not even me. All I did was make you find out what you like."



"No! ... hic… I'm not… hic… like that… hic… I'm not…" His voice trailed off. It couldn't be. He wasn't some sort of pervert who wanted to do… stuff… like that.

"Look at me, boy!" Asami gently forced his head up again.

"Hic..?"

"I think it's time for you to admit a few things to yourself and me, don't you?"

Akihito's hazel eyes showed his confusion. What the hell did Asami want from him now? Didn't he already take everything from him? Was he waiting to finish him off now to finally get rid of him once and for all? But there was this strange look on his face, one he had never seen before – almost… loving?

"What… hic… do you mean?"

"Are you gay?" Confusion turned into outrage – and back to confusion.

"I… no… hic… I… you… hic…" His mind was trying to cope with the loaded question. He somehow knew that he needed to be honest about this for once.

"Yes…" His voice was almost inaudible.

"Say that again?" Was the bastard mocking him now?

"I'm gay!"

"I know, kitten." Now he sounded really smug. He so wanted to smack that offending smirk off his face.

"Do you like sex with me?"

Another wave of embarrassment crashed over him. Where the hell was this going?

"I… hic… yes…"

"Good to hear, seeing as we are married and are going to have lots of that."

Asami tried hard to suppress the grin that threatened to split his face. This was going rather well, his pet's eyes were starting to show flickers of annoyance and what was even better: defiance.

"And you like me to tie you up and spank you?"

"Yes, you bastard. Yes, I like it." Close to outrage now. Excellent.

"See? That wasn't that hard now, was it?"

"What of it? Does it make you feel better knowing that you do this to me?" Yep, definitely outrage now.



"It makes me feel better to know that you are about to accept your place in my bedroom." He stifled the oncoming yell with a smoldering kiss. His tongue took possession of Akihito's mouth, ruthlessly exploring the moist heat that he would put to a much better use. Later.

"What…?" He just loved that dazed look on his mate's face, eyes again glazed over from the passion that had started to rise in him again.

"Akihito, to be a submissive lover does not mean that you are a toy or a slave in life. It just means that you submit sexually. Nothing more and nothing less. Do you understand what I'm saying? It means I take control when we have sex and you let me take this control."

"I… ?" What the hell was Asami saying?

"Only when we have sex?"

"Yes. Only when we have sex."

He couldn't quite understand why hearing this somehow made him feel better. Tentatively he reached out to touch the taller man still holding him on his lap. Could he deal with this?

"I can still work?"

"You can still work."

"I can do whatever I want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do." Asami did not think it wise to mention the sure-to-follow punishments that would follow each of the idiotic schemes his lover usually came up with.

"How…?"

"Akihito, having a relationship like this means that you have to trust me to keep you safe and protected. Can you do that?"

"Yes." No hesitation there. After all, the man had gotten himself shot for him, came all the way to Hong-Kong to rescue him and brought him back home.

"Good."

"Asami…?"

"Yes?"

"What am I to you?" The photographer inwardly cringed asking that question, not really sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"You know the answer to that question already, kitten." He pulled him into another deep kiss, ignoring the adorably scrunched nose, indicating that the hyper mind of his boy was at work again.



"I do?"

"Yes, you do." Leaving the enticing mouth, Asami's lips wandered along his cheek, starting to nibble and tease a delicious looking ear-lobe.

"You know exactly what you being here means to me, pet."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do." Doing his best to distract his mate, Asami started to trail wet kisses downwards to the perky nub, begging for attention. There was only so much he was willing to admit to his lover. It was so much more fun to keep him on his toes for a bit longer. He knew the moment he admitted his love, the brat would probably run roughshod over him. Then again, this would present him with a whole new world of opportunities. Delicious, exciting, naughty opportunities. He definitely had to think about this some more.

"Asami… I… nngh… I…"

"What is it, kitten?" He had reached an invitingly looking navel by now.

"So, I only let… you take control whenever… we are in the bedroom… and have sex?" The boy was panting between his moans. Too sexy for his own good. He had to devour him now.

"Whenever we have sex…" His voice trailed off, his tongue finding its way lower now.

"I… ahh… you…"

Slender hips were thrusting towards him, Akihito's shaft fully erect now, tiny drops of silvery pre-cum coating the tip. Asami was glad that the boy's head was thrown back in his bliss, not wanting him to see his trade-mark smirk back in place. His innocent, naïve kitten. Did he really believe he would restrict his domination to the bedroom? He almost shook his head. Had the boy already forgotten that he took him whenever and wherever he wanted? His brat would soon find out what 'whenever' entailed.

He backed away from his kitten, giving him another languid kiss that left him panting.

"Stay right here."

Asami got off the bed, leisurely walking towards his closet, knowing that hungry eyes followed each movement of his ass. The boy was so in for it now. No more spanking today, but there were still a few toys that needed to be broken in.

Quickly he grabbed what he needed and returned to his lover, sexily splayed out on the silken sheets. How could anyone resist the sight of a needy, turned-on Akihito? He chuckled to himself – nobody but him would ever see his kitten like this – and he didn't have to resist. He could devour him anytime he wanted.



He positioned himself over Akihito's head, strategically placing his erection at the slightly swollen lips, gently pressing against them. As expected his pet was more than eager to open them and, relaxing his throat letting him slide in deep.

While his lover was enthusiastically saw to his hard shaft, he bent forward to see to his pet's needs. He poured a generous amount of lube over the silver beads he had gotten from his stash of toys, making sure they would go in easy. He placed them at the hungrily twitching hole and slowly pushed the metal balls in. All five of them, causing his lover to elicit the sexiest moans ever. He held them in with one hand while his other turned the switch on the remote control.

Akihito bucked with an inhumanly sounding yell at the sensations flooding his ass. He tried to thrust his hips in a frenzy against Asami's chest who tried his best to hold him down without bruising his slender hips. Quickly he pulled the leather belt around his jolting kitten's waist, pulling the two straps at the back tightly between his ass cheeks to secure them at the front with a snap buckle. Now he could pay the attention to his lover's weeping shaft that it deserved. He took him deep into his throat, sucking, twirling his tongue around it, while concentrating to keep himself from coming deep into Akihito's throat. As always his pet came first.

He worked his mouth and lips, tugging at the silver ring still encasing the rock-hard penis, his hand tugging at the sac to prevent them from drawing up against his body. He felt saliva coating his own erection, Akihito too lost in his pleasure to be able to continue blowing him. The familiar tightening of the soft flesh of Akihito's sac indicated his oncoming orgasm and he greedily swallowed the sweet juice erupting from his lover's cock in explosive spurts.

Asami turned around to the sight of his skillfully fucked out kitten, the leather harness contrasting sharply with his smooth skin. He quickly unbuckled the straps and pulled the anal beads out in one swift motion, before he impaled his pet deeply. A sigh escaped his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against quivering flesh.

Akihito moaned weakly at the intrusion, not able to suppress the thrusting motion of his hips, eager to met Asami's. He felt his lover slam into him repeatedly, brushing over his prostate with every move, making his cock twitch again eagerly due to the massage the walnut sized gland received from the intrusion. He spread his legs wider, wanting more of the expert fucking he was getting, desperate to cum again.

With one last thrust Asami shot his hot seed into his lover, marking him once more with his semen, making him his. His hand closed around Akihito's cock, jerking him roughly, forcing another orgasm from his boy, splattering his seed over his chest and stomach, before he allowed himself to collapse on top of the smaller man. He didn't think he ever had sex that mind-blowing with anyone before. Only Akihito brought him to the brink of losing control over his body and mind like this, slowly driving him to exhaustion.



Both men were not moving, their heavy breaths the only sound in the room. With a groan, Asami started to roll off Akihito, not wanting to squash the boy by his weight. Two slender arms stopped him before he could pull out.

"Don't… Stay in… me a bit longer…" Akihito was still panting heavily, his chest heaving.

"I'm too heavy for you." With that he took hold of his mate and skillfully rolled both of them over, until Akihito rested atop of his body. He felt the boy melting over him, a boneless heap of flesh and skin, trying to get as much contact with his body as possible, keeping him deep inside. God, why had he never thought of installing a mirror at the ceiling before? Trying to picture his pliable kitten lying on top of him, still impaled on his cock almost made him salivate. Yep, a mirror. He needed a mirror.

Akihito listened to his husband's labored breathing, the erratic heart-beat, amazed that he was the cause of this. He had never really noticed before that he affected Asami as much as the older man affected him. That, or the man was way out of shape. Nope, remembering the fuck-a-thon Asami had put him through before, there really was no reason to complaint about his physical condition. None at all. On the contrary. It was always him passing out from too much of too intense sex.

His hand played with the dark short hair on Asami's neck, absentmindedly toying with it. This felt good. Maybe it would work after all. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it really didn't hurt at all, admitting that he had feelings for the undeserving bastard underneath him. It was a shame that he couldn't tell him, there would be no telling what that pervert would do to him if he knew. His heart ached a bit, urging him to try saying it out loud:

"I love you, you bastard."