30 Hugs - #18 The Wrong Words
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Nisei closed his eyes as Seimei eased into him, arching his body to conform to the rise and fall of Seimei's motions. Sometimes Seimei could be so gentle… every push, every lovebite, and the caressing kisses covering his body from head to toe were to die for. When Aoyagi was upset these gentle manners were entirely undetectable, so the black haired fighter thanked his lucky stars that his sacrifice was in a decent mood during intercourse.
However, was it wrong for Nisei to want a little more?
Perhaps there truly was a valid reason Seimei refused to kiss him on the mouth, but as of yet Nisei had heard none that were not blatant lies. There was an unspoken agreement that Seimei had established very recently, though, and now Nisei knew not to question his master's motives. His silence was mainly for the fact that he was the more petite of the two, and being as such, could easily be severely punished. Or, the more common of the threats: Seimei would abandon him.
But Nisei honestly wanted to know the flavor of the man who shared such intimate acts with him.
Not that Nisei could complain about what he already had. There was quite a bit of leniency in the Unit Bond, and Seimei let him get away with plenty of unnecessary violence. He could bring home a cat and skin it, as long as Seimei was not in the room. Nisei wasn't even required to stay around the house where his sacrifice boarded. Providing his cellphone remained on, Nisei could travel to any place he desired.
So maybe the freedom made up for the lack of emotion.
The sex was good. It wasn't love, but Nisei knew that was how Seimei liked it. Purely master and servant. And as such, they could both enjoy the sex without worrying over menial things like commitments and faithfulness. For, when it came down to it, Seimei loved Ritsuka and left Nisei to love no one.
The fighter wrapped his arms around Seimei in a tight embrace, as close to a hug as he could ever get. Their bodies pressed together, molding so perfectly that it seemed the two bodies were meant to be joined in such an intimate act.
There really was no point in doing this, but…
"I love you, Seimei," he whispered between gasps and grunts, trying to press his lips upon those of Seimei.
Halting mid-thrust, the ebony haired sacrifice pulled out of the embrace and away from Nisei's rosy and swollen mouth. He shook his head resolutely. "Those are the wrong words, Nisei, because you know already that I will not return them."