Restart my life.
chapter 15 :Feathers and vows...
Akihito was in the kitchen, listening to his music, swaying his hips in that familiar pink frilly apron, making breakfast. Asami was out of the shower, wearing just his silk trousers. He walked through the living room, thinking it looked like a typhoon had hit the place. Nearly everything was broken, the couch was resting upside down, and the telly was hanging off the wall. 'Hmm, we really did demolish the place', Asami mused, feeling quite pleased.
When he reached the kitchen, he could hear the familiar sounds of Akihito being busy. Asami took a minute, resting against the doorframe with his arms across his broad chest, in awe of the sight in front of him. The three years of hell was over: his kitten was home. With complete understanding of what he meant to Asami, no one, including himself, will ever make him feel inferior again.
A sad memory flashed across his eyes, and soon disappeared. As his golden gaze wandered down that supple, sensual body, Asami's mind stop working as he just watched a very sexy arse jiggling to the beat of the music. Akihito turned to put the plates on the island and jumped. Asami was standing in the doorway, looking very amused. "We'll have to eat in here, the dining table's broken" he explained, and gave a sheepish smile; his blush a beautiful shade of pink.
Asami watched as he put the plates down. Within seconds, he had wrapped his arm around his boy's waist. After a kiss so deep, Akihito let a moan escape. Asami seemed even more pleased with himself than before, and let him go. Placing a chaste kiss on Akihito's forehead, he went to sit down. They sat in quiet contentment as they enjoyed breakfast, every now and again stealing a glance at each other.
Akihito's blush was getting worse, as his mind recalled the last forty-some hours. Asami reached for Akihito, and pulled him onto his lap. "Are you feeling alright today? Is your back okay?" Akihito just nodded.
"That warm bath helped this morning. Thank you." Asami chuckled.
There was a rap on the penthouse door. Akihito was up and out of the kitchen like a shot. "It's Kirishima" he said as he returned to the island to finish breakfast in his own seat.
"Asami Sama, here is the morning paper, everything has been quiet over the last 48 hours." Asami just nodded as he picked up his coffee cup. Kirishima's attention turned to Akihito. "I took the liberty of contacting the university, stating you had tonsillitis, as I thought you might be otherwise engaged." Asami chuckled while Akihito frowned as his face changed to a new shade of red in the colour spectrum.
Kirishima coughed. "I just meant, Takaba-sama, that you have been busy over the last few days and you are now free to enjoy a few more days and relax." Kirishima was blushing at the comment; Asami was too amused until he felt a sudden sharp pain to his shin.
"Kirishima, I need to get the decorators in to reorganise the penthouse. Akihito will be redecorating." Asami glanced over at Akihito, thinking 'any longer, and his face was going to stay that red permanently.' "You can make a list of what's all broken, and what needs replacing. The master bed frame definitely needs replacing, and a strongly worded letter needs to be sent to the manufacturer, asking why it was not up to a decent standard."
Kirishima just gulped. "Yes, Asami-sam."
Akihito may have changed a lot in the past three years, becoming bolder and stronger, but he was also the same shy, embarrassed boy Asami adored. He looked like he was contemplating popping a blood vessel right then.
"I'll be taking the BMW out today as we are going shopping. Akihito and I will be going to get engagement rings, or see about designing our own wedding bands. Therefore, I will not be in the office again today or tomorrow. I will be staying with Akihito at his university accommodations while our penthouse is being refurbished."
Kirishima smiled broadly at them both. Asami moved quickly to stand behind Akihito, hands on his shoulders. He could tell Akihito was just about to bolt, some things never changed. His only apparel being the apron notwithstanding, the yakuza wasn't chancing him running out the penthouse. Asami just gripped his shoulders, rubbing gently with his thumbs to keep him in place. Leaning down, he kissed his cheek.
"Congratulations Takaba-sama, Asami-sama. About bloody time." He reached over and shook their hands, pleased.
"Thank you" whispered a barely audible Akihito. Asami grinned and nodded. Kirishima left.
As he let Akihito go, the boy started to clear the plates away. Asami snaked his arm around his blond's waist, and held him close. Akihito leaned back with his head on Asami's shoulder; they stood like that for a few minutes. Sensing something was the matter, Asami cooed into Akihito's ear: "Akihito, what is it?"
Akihito breathed slowly, and relaxed further into the embrace. "I... I just wasn't too sure if you meant what you'd said, or if it was just something in the heat of the moment. So, I was thinking you might be, I do not know, regretting your decision."
"Do you regret your decision, Akihito?" Still feeling unsure, Akihito shook his head from side to side, indicating no. Asami furrowed his brow, thinking of the right words to say. "Good. I can understand you thinking it was a spur of the moment thing. However, that is far from the truth. I know it was not as romantic as I would have planned. Nevertheless, Akihito, right there, in that moment, my whole world opened up for me inside your eyes, and all I could see was you. Forever. With me. Only you have ever tossed my heart around this much. And you still have that effect on me."
Feeling relieved, Akihito didn't bother to answer. Instead, he twisted around in Asami's hold, so he could look up at him. Then Akihito manoeuvred himself up as he wrapped his legs around Asami's waist. Asami, by reflex, grabbed Akihito's ass to secure him as he walked over to the counter top and popped him down on the cool granite surface.
Finding his voice, Akihito said quietly "No, Ryuichi, I haven't changed my mind." Asami let out a slow breath. Akihito smiled, and then kissed him softly.
Asami lifted Akihito off the counter top and walked back towards the bedroom. With a confused look on Akihito's face, Asami just smiled. "Trust me, okay Kitten." Still bewildered, Akihito nodded.
Once in the bedroom, Asami released his hold on Akihito. "Go sit on the bed while I go get something." Releasing his hold on Asami, he hopped into the centre of the bed, well, what was left of the mattress, sunken down into the broken bed frame, with the bedding strewn around all over the place.
Asami walked towards the secret room, looking back at his Akihito, who was playing with some of the feathers from one of the pillows that had been ripped open last night. He chuckled and walked over to the door release.
Hearing the sound of the secret door opening, Akihito shouted "Don't even think about it, buddy. You had me for nearly 48 hours. I would like some rest now." All he heard through the doorway was a drawer being shut and a deep rumble of laughter. Asami walked back into the bedroom. Akihito gave him a suspicious look as Asami closed the door.
Asami knelt down by the side of the bed. "Close your eyes, Akihito" he said, as his lips curled slightly. "My very cute Akihito, closes your eyes" he repeated. Akihito slowly closed his eyes, wriggling a little bit in anticipation. Then, he popped one eye open and glared at Asami.
"What are you up to…"
Asami sighed. "Just keep them shut, okay." Akihito complied.
Clink. As soon as he felt the cold metal around his wrist his eyes were wide open. "What the fuck is this! I knew you were up to no good" and pouted as he shook the metal cuff, now attached to Asami's wrist.
Asami kissed Akihito and sat back down. "It's not what you think, Akihito. It's a representation of what I am asking you to do. I want to be chained to you, and never let you ever go." Akihito still pouted. "Look, here is the key" which he placed in Akihito's palm.
Akihito looked wide-eyed at Asami, not understanding. With a sultry voice, Asami continued. "You can unlock the cuffs whenever you choose to, and go. But I hope that you never do." Then he gently stroked Akihito's cheek. "I hope that you feel the same way."
'Fucking hell, Asami! When did you get all cute and cuddly? Where's your "I will to slice your skin off your bones if you so much as just touch my sleeve" act gone?' Akihito shouted inside his head.
Akihito's blush reappeared as he started biting his bottom lip, wondering what to do. He really liked this romantic side, which was probably going to kill him sooner than that 'death' aura of his. And he wanted to be with Asami. He decided to come to terms with everything that had changed as he really didn't want to waste anymore time.
"...Akihito..." Asami spoke, breaking his train of thought. Looking at Akihito, who actually hadn't spoken for a few minutes, with a softer tone he said "Akihito... close your eyes again please, and hold your other hand out this time". Akihito slipped the key into his apron pocket, then held out his hand, closing his eyes again.
"If you put your dick in my hand, I'll dig my nails in so hard you'll…" Asami shut him up quickly with a forceful kiss. When Akihito moaned, he felt something placed into his hand. Pulling back, Asami chuckled at Akihito's previous statement.
Akihito opened one eye, looked at his hand, then opened both eyes. Nestled on his hand was a small hinged velvet box. He gave Asami a sceptical look as he reached over and open the box. Inside, side by side, were two similar rings. Akihito looked like a deer caught in head lights: "When, how, why… huh?"
Asami lifted his lover's chin and looked into his eyes. "Why? Because it's always been you and no one else can even come close. You make everyday a challenge, and I love your fighting spirit. You are amazing." Akihito's cheeks blushed a deeper pink while he listened. "How? I went to a jeweller."
Akihito rolled his eyes. "Funny. You're a funny guy, Ryuichi."
Asami smiled. "When? While we were on the island."
Akihito's eyes flew wider open, staring at him, and breathed out "After Hong Kong…?"
Asami nodded. "I was ready to share my life with you there and then, but I was a coward. I kept on telling myself YOU weren't ready. You never gave me clue that you felt the same way. Then Suduo took you. After that fiasco you seem to change, but then the penthouse was attacked, and there seemed no time to ask." With a sad look on his handsome face, Asami continued. "I'd finally decided the night of the charity ball I'd ask you that weekend, but then everything went to hell for three years. Until, finally…" leaning in to kiss Akihito's hot red cheek. "you came back to me. I promised myself if I ever got a second chance, I wouldn't hesitate."
Smiling at Akihito, he continued. "This is not a whim. I love and adore you; this has been a long time coming. So, Takaba Akihito: will you marry me? " He gently pulled Akihito's head forward so their foreheads rested against each other, and whispered "You are my everything."
Asami, with the chained hand, picked up Akihito's ring, and held it up for him to see it. It was a simple, classic white gold band. Channel cut into the band was a row of five square cut intense yellow diamonds, the same golden shade as Asami's eyes. Seeing Akihito was speechless, he offered him the ring, murmuring "read the inscription". Akihito swallowed as he read "You are MINE. I am YOURS. Ryuichi". Then he slipped it onto Akihito's ring finger. "Marry me, Takaba Akihito."
Asami lifted up his ring and handed it to Akihito. It was the same design, except the jewels were peacock blue diamonds, resembling Akihito's eyes. It was similarly engraved with "You are MINE. I am YOURS. Akihito". Taking a deep breath, Akihito carefully rubbed the smooth side of the ring, his blush reaching up to his ears. He bit his lip, and exhaling slowly, he slipped the ring onto Asami's ring finger, then smiled.
"I will marry you, Asami Ryuichi." Before the last syllable was spoken, Akihito's back bounced against the mattress, feathers flying everywhere as Akihito thumped against the mattress again.
As it rained down feathers, Asami kissed him slowly and sensually, pouring everything he had into Akihito. Their chained hands were clasped above Akihito's head; as Asami started to lick Akihito's neck, he spoke in his deep baritone voice that reverberated throughout Akihito, making his spine shiver. "Should we stay cuffed while we pick up from last night, Kitten, because I am happy with all options."
Asami was too amused with himself. Right then, Akihito bit Asami's lip. That's all it took.
While catching their breath, Asami kissed Akihito's temple. "I have only ever wanted you in my life. You are my light, Akihito. Sometimes, I just can't control myself, as I am addicted to you. From the way you touch me, you can command me at such a deep level, that I have to have you. I love you, you are perfect, a manifestation of my dreams. You make me feel about a million different things all at once. I think God made you just for me. A perfect mixture of passion and fidelity, you complete me. You will always be my lust, and my love."
Akihito lay there looking into those golden eyes, so warm, with a flicker of passion. Akihito felt his eyes start to well up. Asami had done it again: he stole all the air from the room. Time stood still as they gazed at each other; when Asami touched his cheek, Akihito beamed and whispered "You are my everything, and everything is you... (愛してる) ai shiteru."
As Asami went to kiss him again, Akihito stopped him. "Wait...argh". Akihito growled as his jumped up and nearly pulled his shoulder out of its socket, forgetting he was still cuffed to Asami. Twisting his body to reach the bottom shelf of the chest chest of drawers, which had miraculously remained unbroken, he pulled his Polaroid camera out. Bouncing back onto the bed sent feathers up everywhere again. He kissed Asami and clicked. Then, as Asami pushed him onto his back and looked adoringly down at Akihito, click went the camera again.
Two perfect pictures of them, with feathers floating down in the air around them. They made their vows on that broken bed, covered in feathers. It was as romantic as either of them could have imagined.
"Akihito" Asami whispered in a slow drawl, "even though it was actually very interesting making love to you while being cuffed to each other…" he paused to nip his ear.
"Mmmh" Akihito responded, wanting to close his eyes.
"Kitten... where's the key?" Akihito's eyes were wide open now. "It's in the apron pocket which got thrown... uh, I'm not sure where!" Looking around the bed, he just smiled. "Maybe we can just stay like this…?"
"While that is a very tempting offer, Akihito, I do think we need a bath." Asami stood up, scooping Akihito up in his arms, with all the feathers that were now stuck everywhere. Akihito held onto his neck as he strolled into bathroom.
As they sat in a warm bath, here and there feathers floated on the water. After silently pondering, Akihito asked "Ryuichi? Why do we have to have a ceremony?" Asami kissed Akihito's nape. "Our friends and family would like to celebrate with us, and you can have a wicked reception."
Asami continued as his teeth grazed smoothly over Akihito's shoulder. "We will work at your pace; whenever you are ready to tell everyone, it's fina." Akihito bit his lip, and stared at the cuffs.
"Before I change my mind, then, the sooner the better. I'll leave it up all up to you." He turned to look at Asami, then straddled him in the water. Automatically, Asami moved his arm around Akihito's waist to stablize him. "However, I want it small, intimate and nothing, I mean NOTHING, too fancy" he demanded as he poked Asami's chest.
"That can be arranged, my koibito. How's next week?" Akihito narrowed his eyes at Asami.
"That's bloody quick" he growled, with a suspicious tone.
Asami's laugh echoed around the bathroom. "I've been planning this forever" he smiled, starting to kiss the blond's collarbone; well, kissing between the marks that were already there.
"Question", Akihito stated, his tone serious, which made Asami's eyebrows rise. "How exactly are we getting out this bath?" Akihito asked, looking a little befuddled. That was it. Asami was laughing again, a deep, proper laugh; he was just so happy.
After the bath, towels around their waists, Asami just pulled Akihito towards kitchen. "Hey, Ryuichi, we need to get dressed." Akihito looking confused as the older man shook the cuffs.
"I haven't forgotten; I thought we could stay like this longer, but the 'getting dressed' part would be kind of tricky" he said, after pulling Akihito into a passionate kiss. When the moan came low from Akihito's throat, he pulled away and looked at his flushed fiancé.
While Akihito was dazed from the kiss, he got pulled into the kitchen. Asami looked through the drawers until he found the tool box with the metal cutters. Looking at Akihito, he grinned and asked "Are you sure about this? I'd be happy to stay like this forever..."
Akihito growled and wiggled his ring finger, saying "I bet you would. Isn't that what this represents?" and with a snip he cut the chain that linked them together.
"Why are you smirking?" Akihito pointed a finger at Asami board chest. "Just be glad you understand what that ring represents."
"Are you happy?" he murmured, the finger meant to poke Akihito's chest turning into a light graze over his nipple.
"Arghhhh, you are unbelievable! It doesn't represent me being naked here all the time." As Akihito walked out the kitchen, Asami smacked his arse. "Yes, I am happy, you perverted bastard."
Asami muttered under his breath "Oh, but it so does fucking mean you naked here all day" making sure that Akihito couldn't hear him.
Akihito was in the bedroom with a goofy grin plastered on his face, knowing that it did indeed represent him being naked most of the day. He looked around the bedroom and thought, "Oh shit! Look at this mess!", and picked up the photos he took, smiling. Seeing that they were spur of the moment, they were perfect and surprisingly in frame, focused and beautiful. The way Asami looked at him was quite sexy. Lately, he had been feeling rather sexy himself, but seeing it in pictures was breathtaking.
Then it hit him: it was the first time he had picked up a camera in three long years, not to take photos of historical subjects, or nature shots. But of what was happening in real time.
Asami came into the room a few minutes later, leaning against the bedroom doorframe, watching as Akihito's smiling face slowly faded to sadness, then tears. Quickly he hugged Akihito from behind. "What's the matter?" he asked, turning Akihito so they faced each other. "Tell me" came out a bit more stern than he'd have liked. But his Akihito had tears spilling down his cheeks, and was shaking. "Tell me, Akihito; even if it's bad we, can work it out. Just speak."
As Asami wiped away the tears, Akihito explained the realisation of using the camera. Asami squeezed Akihito gently, kissed his head and said carefully "Maybe, Akihito you are healed. After everything that has happen between us, it could be the last piece needed to fix your heart: knowing that I was faithful, and always will be faithful to you. For eternity."
Akihito looked into those amber eyes filled with warmth. With a wry smile, he whispered "Then, I'm healed."
"Yes you are now, and nothing can break you ever again." With that, Akihito just beamed his toothy grin, which could light up Tokyo. Asami smiled, and squeezed him again. "You're cold, go get dressed." Akihito passed the photos to Asami, and started looking for his clothes.
Asami looked at the photos, admiring how erotic together they looked. The look on Akihito's face, knowing now that their future was them, together, and nobody was taking that away from him; not now, not ever again. Then an idea popped in Asami head. "We should get ready and go, and let Kirishima in here to assess the penthouse. And get a cleaner to sort the bedroom" he chuckled.
"Where's Asami, and what did you do with him?" Akihito asked, surprised he even suggested staying at the university.
"It's actually comfortable at your place, and it shouldn't give you any additional stress" Asami shrugged.
Akihito bit his lip, thinking. "Ok, but the walls aren't soundproof, so no sex. I need a rest, I think 48 hours nonstop should be enough." Then he hesitated. "Also, after last time, there were some e-mailed complaints…" Bursting out laughing, Asami walked to stand next to Akihito, tapping his hands off his shirt buttons.
"I shall partially comply with your request." Asami started buttoning Akihito's shirt. "We all know, how Akihito gets, when he really wants something." Lips curling into a sly smile as he finished the last button, he smoothed the collar down. "I promise not to have sex with you, unless you demand it. But in exchange, I would like some photographs of you and I together, dressed in whatever I decide." Tilting Akihito's chin up as he looked at him, Asami kissed him on the nose.
"Seriously... wait." Looking at each other with amused eyes, the blond continued. "Conditions: no bondage shots, nothing with sex or toys." Now a smug Asami looked back to the buttons on his own shirt, after noticing some of his marks ran up towards the back of Akihito's ear, which made his smile widen.
"You're getting better at negotiations, Kitten." Akihito rolled his eyes and moved away, when a hand grabbed his still cuffed wrist, and pulled him close, tilting his chin up and ghosting a kiss on his lips. "Well, do we have a deal?"
Akihito paused, unsure. "Okay" Akihito finally assented and shrugged. Asami was now grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Akihito groaned. "Why do I suddenly regret this decision?"
Asami kissed him and murmured "Suspicious, much? I want them done before our wedding. Let's go." Akihito cheek turned a deep red to the word wedding. Asami made the word sound so easy, like breathing; something so natural.
Asami just hummed at the colour of Akihito cheeks. 'I will never get tired of that look' he mused to himself. Akihito just smiled. Asami leaned in and gave Akihito a kiss. "Now, let's go or Kirishima will kill us." Asami chuckled, grabbing Akihito's hand to pull him out of his own thoughts. Akihito blushed again, noticing Asami hadn't taken off his cuff, either.
Thereafter, Kirishima was busy redecorating the penthouse. All decisions Asami left up to Akihito. Asami decided to work from Akihito's home, which worried Akihito slightly, but he really did enjoy their quality time together. Asami kept his word: they eat dinner together, and watched a movie. Asami got up first, leaving a contented Akihito asleep.
When Akihito finally got up, Akihito padded towards the couch yawning. Thinking he should do some of his work while he had a few extra days off, Akihito settled down.
Asami was in the kitchen, humming, making them coffee. A humming Asami, that was new. He was a little behind on his work, so crossing his legs, and opened his laptop. Accessing the university students' portal, Akihito slipped back into work mode. After a few clicks on the keyboard, his eyes glanced to his wrist. Since Asami asked him to marry him, he had not taken the cuff off. His ring glimmered in the light, feeling both light and heavy at the same time.
Akihito was engrossed in his work, he was not aware when Asami re-entered the room and sat down beside him. Drinking his coffee, he watched as the TV was playing the financial business channel; Akihito was definitely not interested. As his attention went back to his laptop, he assumed Asami was busy watching the TV when Asami's hand gently settled on his leg, and started rubbing Akihito's thigh.
Akihito just glanced across at Asami, who was pretending not to be doing anything. Maybe it was a subconscious act, so he just let him do that; besides, Asami had promised he wouldn't try anything.
A few minutes later, out of the corner of Akihito eye, he saw Asami's eyes raking over his body. Asami's hand never ceased, continuing to rub further up Akihito's thigh.
Then Asami's hand slipped underneath Akihito's shirt, towards his lower back. Akihito arched his back away from the sensation of his warm fingers and the feel of cool metal. Akihito realised Asami had not removed his cuff either, making him blush furiously.
"What the hell are you doing Asami? I am trying to work." Glancing at Akihito, Asami arched his brow with an 'I'm not doing anything' look, returning to the TV screen, feigning innocence.
"Hmmm, what do you mean, Akihito?" Slightly annoyed, Akihito knew exactly what he was up to; Asami's eyes gave him away. They twinkled, not making any effort to hide anything. Akihito huffed, turning his head back his work, ignoring Asami completely.
'Two can play at this game'. Akihito muses to himself. Akihito had learnt Asami secretly hated being ignored at time like these. Asami moved closer, wrapping his arms around Akihito's waist, Akihito was enamoured with Asami's sentiment; Akihito sighed, givin in he turn his attention towards Asami.
"Asami, I think I'm spoiling you." Smiling into his chest Asami hummed happily, which felt more like he purred. Akihito thought maybe I should start calling him Kitten.
Akihito returned to his laptop work, leaning into his embrace, feeling happy. Asami seemed pleased with himself. 'Halfway through his class assignments'. Asami's swiftly grabbed the laptop, putting it on the table.
"What the-" With a satisfied movement, Akihito was laid down on the couch with Asami's body covering him. A predatory gleam flashed in his eyes as he stared down at the blond. He could feel Akihito tremble.
A beautiful hue of pink began blushing on Akihito cheek. Akihito was just about to protest, opening his mouth, but Asami captured his soft lips in a kiss instead. With his acceptance of his tender affections, Akihito wrapped his arms around Asami neck, pushing his fingers into Asami hair. Akihito deepened the kiss. Asami just smiled, and Akihito felt it against his mouth. Asami was obviously pleased with Akihito reaction.
Asami tongue circled Akihito's, fighting for dominance; their bodies heating up. Fingers found their way underneath the shirt again, Akihito shivered into Asami's touch. Grazing bare skin with teeth, Asami pulled back, looking down at Akihito's beautiful body. Asami licked his lips, bending down to press his face into the crook of Akihito neck.
He laid himself on top of Akihito, smothering him in his warmth. "I'll never get tired of you like this, Kitten" he breathed hotly in his ear. Asami was purring when he caressed Akihito face, Akihito was thinking 'Asami is worse than a house cat'. Straddling Akihito's waist, he sat up. Golden eyes penetrated blue ones, Akihito stopped breathing, mesmerized by his stare. Asami chuckled, slowly bringing a hand up to his face, rubbing it against Akihito's now burning cheeks, cooing softly the feel of cool metal on his face.
As Asami descended downwards, his lips brushed against Akihito's collarbone. Akihito gasped as he purposefully teased his skin.
Akihito's mind was falling into chaos with this soft display of affection. As Asami's mouth travelled down Akihito's body, making him feel like Asami was playing with his prey. His lips worked their way downwards again, and teased his navel. Akihito's body reacted by breaking out in goosebumps.
He licked and sucked gently over every part of his torso. While his hand groped Akihito's ass, Asami covered his mouth with his own as a moan escaped his throat. Akihito was losing himself completely, surrendering to Asami's ministrations. He gasped as his legs were pushed apart and Asami laid himself right on Akihito stomach.
A sly smile crossed his face without Akihito seeing it. Asami's fingertips gently fluttered over his nipples, and goosebumps trailed after each touch, like electric shocks vibrating over Akihito's porcelain skin. Akihito was now aware that his blush was spreading downwards like a fire, unable to put out.
"Mmmm" lips hummed, as Asami licked at Akihito's navel again. "Impatient" Asami murmured.
Akihito turned his head towards Asami. As his hands caressed Asami's raven hair lovingly, Akihito whimpered his surrender.
Asami fondled the front of Akihito's pants, eliciting a gasp from his lips. Akihito was beginning to feel hot and bothered, when at that point all of a sudden Asami climbed off, leaving a whimpering and confused Akihito lying on the couch, completely dishevelled.
Still breathless, Akihito turned and stared at Asami. "W-wha?" Asami eyes sparkled mischievously as he replied slyly to Akihito confusion. "
"Mmm", Asami purred. "to be honest, finishing your students essays would probably be more important way to spend your time. So you'll need to finish that first. I'll go make some brunch." as he made his way off the couch.
Akihito incredulously stared at Asami. Akihito's lusty daze slowly evaporated, leaving his mind feeling numb, before it registered.
"What. T-The fuck? Finish what you bloody started, you bastard!" Akihito blurted out, now sitting up.
Asami's smile widened at that statement. He moved closer. "Actually, Akihito, I'd planned on behaving while I was here. But, if you're demanding so intensely about it, then I'll be happy to give you my co-"
Extremely pissed off now, Akihito interrupted him. "Actually, Asami, you are so right. I'm not in the mood anymore." starting to re button his shirt.
"I'm going to have something to eat-" However, before the words could leave Akihito's mouth, Asami had pulled Akihito back down onto the couch, laughing loudly.
"I suppose I could give you something to eat, Akihito." Pushing him back down so his back was flush with the cushions on the couch, he stared down into Akihito eyes playfully.
Akihito was still pissed, only to find his annoyance dying to ashes as soon as Asami continued his sensual ministrations on him, forgetting about the work completely.
"What would you like me to do, Akihito?"
T.B.C.