Chapter fifty-two:
Through all the two had encountered in the past weeks, their rivalry still existed; Yuki's proof of this was the burning anger he began to feel at the neko's challenge. Was he really that stupid, knowing that no matter what it was, Yuki always won. And this was a competition he surely would fight to win. But how could you force a person to suck you off? Or even touch you? That was the nezumi's problem.
While faking a pouting face, Yuki scanned the room for ideas. He noticed the bed had straps on the sides, for those patients who just can't stay still. It was perfect. This had to be subtly though, with minimal resistance. Pretending to gently stroke Kyou's left arm, he positioned the wrist next to the strap. And when the appropriate moment came, he used all the strength he
had to bind it to the bed. In mere seconds he captures the other and successfully bound it to the right side of the mattress. With only his legs mobile, Kyou didn't stand a chance, yet Yuki wouldn't give him the slightest opportunity. He glided to the end of the quivering mattress and, with a string he tore from the teen's hospital gown, tied the boy's ankles together and wound it to the bar of the frame.
"Now I guess it's time to make you, ne kyou-kun?" his rich, lowered voice came barely above a whisper. It seemed appropriate to smirk at this moment, with his koi helplessly struggling.
From here there were two ways to proceed from here: make Kyou give him head, or take it up the ass. The second would provide both more pleasure and pain for the disobedient kitten, and was therefore Yuki's decision. It would take a bit more time though. Yet with this way, he didn't risk Kyou trying to bite off his penis!
Crawling in between the neko's bound legs, which tightened painfully around his slim torso, he coated three fingers in saliva. Yuki stole a kiss to distract the other, while letting his hand creep underneath and insert a single digit in Kyou's trembling opening. Unfair as it was, Kyou had issued the challenge and would now suffer the consequences.
Chapter Fifty-three:
He had definitely not expected his challenge to go this far; it was so very painful, like someone was slowly cutting him open from the inside out. He clenched his teeth tightly shut, just barely chomping down on the rat's tongue in the process, as he winced to the point where he was near tears. NO! I will not let him see me cry! He ordered himself, as he forced his tear filled eyes open, and to stare at his cousin, which frightened him even more. No longer was the other wearing a pleading expression, it was all serious, exactly like when they fought...
Squeezing the slender form as tightly as he could, between his sweat slick thighs, he attempted to deter his cousin by crushing the boy to the point where he leaped out of the tight grasp. But as he stared at the unchanging expression of the dark haired mouse, he knew that it wouldn't help, and that he would get what he wanted. Hiss deep in his throat, he glared at his cousin, and began to growl.
"Why prepare? Why don't you-" His words were cut off as Yuki's second saliva drenched finger shot up into him, the pain increasing, causing him to wince audibly. Heaving, attempting to avert his attentions from the tearing deep inside him, he continued, " Why don't you just shove it in right now? I bet you want to." He taunted through wincing, he wanted this to be over with just as soon as the other did, he was certain. However, both of their reasons were different...
Chapter Fifty-four:
Even with the obvious mask of goading, it was clear the pain Kyou felt. And, regardless of the anger he had been pushed to, Yuki's intention was to make his partner enjoy this. Against his own will, he slowed the progression. Kyou was likely to think of this as torture, but it would really be better. The second finger acted in a gentler manor, easing its way inside the taut area. He would wait until at lest Kyou's body was ready for this.
"For your own sake, tell me when it doesn't hurt as much," he pleaded of the glistening boy below him. It was imperative to find the most pleasurable spot quickly, or Kyou would surely refuse participation. That would simply be too boring. After what their bodies had undergone so far, was it really fair to stop now?
Through all the two had encountered in the past weeks, their rivalry still existed; Yuki's proof of this was the burning anger he began to feel at the neko's challenge. Was he really that stupid, knowing that no matter what it was, Yuki always won. And this was a competition he surely would fight to win. But how could you force a person to suck you off? Or even touch you? That was the nezumi's problem.
While faking a pouting face, Yuki scanned the room for ideas. He noticed the bed had straps on the sides, for those patients who just can't stay still. It was perfect. This had to be subtly though, with minimal resistance. Pretending to gently stroke Kyou's left arm, he positioned the wrist next to the strap. And when the appropriate moment came, he used all the strength he
had to bind it to the bed. In mere seconds he captures the other and successfully bound it to the right side of the mattress. With only his legs mobile, Kyou didn't stand a chance, yet Yuki wouldn't give him the slightest opportunity. He glided to the end of the quivering mattress and, with a string he tore from the teen's hospital gown, tied the boy's ankles together and wound it to the bar of the frame.
"Now I guess it's time to make you, ne kyou-kun?" his rich, lowered voice came barely above a whisper. It seemed appropriate to smirk at this moment, with his koi helplessly struggling.
From here there were two ways to proceed from here: make Kyou give him head, or take it up the ass. The second would provide both more pleasure and pain for the disobedient kitten, and was therefore Yuki's decision. It would take a bit more time though. Yet with this way, he didn't risk Kyou trying to bite off his penis!
Crawling in between the neko's bound legs, which tightened painfully around his slim torso, he coated three fingers in saliva. Yuki stole a kiss to distract the other, while letting his hand creep underneath and insert a single digit in Kyou's trembling opening. Unfair as it was, Kyou had issued the challenge and would now suffer the consequences.
Chapter Fifty-three:
He had definitely not expected his challenge to go this far; it was so very painful, like someone was slowly cutting him open from the inside out. He clenched his teeth tightly shut, just barely chomping down on the rat's tongue in the process, as he winced to the point where he was near tears. NO! I will not let him see me cry! He ordered himself, as he forced his tear filled eyes open, and to stare at his cousin, which frightened him even more. No longer was the other wearing a pleading expression, it was all serious, exactly like when they fought...
Squeezing the slender form as tightly as he could, between his sweat slick thighs, he attempted to deter his cousin by crushing the boy to the point where he leaped out of the tight grasp. But as he stared at the unchanging expression of the dark haired mouse, he knew that it wouldn't help, and that he would get what he wanted. Hiss deep in his throat, he glared at his cousin, and began to growl.
"Why prepare? Why don't you-" His words were cut off as Yuki's second saliva drenched finger shot up into him, the pain increasing, causing him to wince audibly. Heaving, attempting to avert his attentions from the tearing deep inside him, he continued, " Why don't you just shove it in right now? I bet you want to." He taunted through wincing, he wanted this to be over with just as soon as the other did, he was certain. However, both of their reasons were different...
Chapter Fifty-four:
Even with the obvious mask of goading, it was clear the pain Kyou felt. And, regardless of the anger he had been pushed to, Yuki's intention was to make his partner enjoy this. Against his own will, he slowed the progression. Kyou was likely to think of this as torture, but it would really be better. The second finger acted in a gentler manor, easing its way inside the taut area. He would wait until at lest Kyou's body was ready for this.
"For your own sake, tell me when it doesn't hurt as much," he pleaded of the glistening boy below him. It was imperative to find the most pleasurable spot quickly, or Kyou would surely refuse participation. That would simply be too boring. After what their bodies had undergone so far, was it really fair to stop now?