Chapter Fourty-three: Kyou, Surrender
Pinned under the surprizingly heavy Yuki, or at least the mouse seemed
unmovable in Kyou's current condition, the red head could do nothing but squirm. To him, these were his first kisses, and although his mind was insulted at being taken advantage of in such a way, his body was starting to react, and he cursed it violently for doing so. The thought was kinda scary, that the mouse was about to rape him, and that he was utterly helpless to do anything but squrim and yell; and when Yuki had his mouth occupied, that took away one of his only options. He was trapped, and his energy, or at least that which he could possibly use to fight, was quickly being stolen by his damn hormones! The cat never was supposed to win, huh?
Pinned under the surprizingly heavy Yuki, or at least the mouse seemed
unmovable in Kyou's current condition, the red head could do nothing but squirm. To him, these were his first kisses, and although his mind was insulted at being taken advantage of in such a way, his body was starting to react, and he cursed it violently for doing so. The thought was kinda scary, that the mouse was about to rape him, and that he was utterly helpless to do anything but squrim and yell; and when Yuki had his mouth occupied, that took away one of his only options. He was trapped, and his energy, or at least that which he could possibly use to fight, was quickly being stolen by his damn hormones! The cat never was supposed to win, huh?