The world was at a stand still. He couldn't take this damned teasing anymore, and fuck; Allen knew that. Kanda panted faintly, closing his eyes so he didn't have to see that lustful and hungry look in Allen's eyes as the younger male left kisses down his bare body. His breath hitched as the white-haired teen dragged his tongue down a sensitive part of his body. His erection twitched making Allen smile a bit more as a result. His name rolled off his tongue, Allen doing it to rile him up further. The younger drew out the vowels in his name, a sweet sound to the tortured teen that Allen was holding to the bed.

Kanda wanted to call out his name but he couldn't form the five letter word enough. A-A-ha-All-enn~ had been called out by the inmate several times before a finger was even lubed up and slipped into his bottom. The feeling of a single finger made his body shiver the beginnings of pleasure. Allen looked over at him while he searched for that sweet sweet sweet bundle of nerves that would send his lover into pure pleasure. He moved the finger in and out, waiting to feel his muscles loosen up a bit so he could add another.

"Yuu, will you look at me?" Allen asked sweetly, resting his head on Kanda's thigh. "I want to see those pretty blue eyes of yours."

Kanda swallowed the saliva that had begun to gather in his mouth and nodded, opening them just like he was told. Allen smiled and pulled his finger out until only the tip remained inside of Kanda. He pressed two in this time, earning a faint groan from Kanda.

"Who's a good boy~?" Allen mocked, licking a smidge of precum that drizzled down Kanda's red, throbbing erection. His breath hitched once again, closing his eyes for a moment.

"I'm not a dog." He warned, giving Allen a thump with his now un-pillow-ized leg. Allen grumbled and started thrusting his fingers in and out of his entrance, his unoccupied hand wrapping around Kanda's hard cock. He watched him as he gave the older male a handful of slow, teasing stokes making precum drip. It was painful to be like this, forced to hold himself back in an attempt to pleasure his lover; his master. But it all felt so fucking good.

What Allen did to his body that night made him want to scream and he never, ever wanted those feelings to stop. Allen made every single one of his nerves jump and tingle in anticipation, making him want to beg as if he really was Allen's dog, his bitch. Kanda wondered if he was, but that wasn't an idea that he would necessarily mind at this point. As long as he was with Allen, as long as he felt like this as often as he could.

"I could stop right now." Allen replied and Kanda looked at him cautiously, nibbling on his bottom lip to settle his nerves.

"Please don't stop." Kanda begged, releasing his dry and chapped lip. "I need you..."

His eyes snapped open, panting heavily. He looked over at Allen as he peeled his body from the sweat-stuck sheets on his bed. He ached everywhere. He honestly didn't know if what had happened in the dream had happened or if he was just horny. Well, usually those dreams didn't make him ache, the aftermath was always a bit messy and left him coated in both sweat and a thin layer of shame. Kanda looked about his room, letting his eyes adjust to the thick rain-grey light that the thick glass windows let in. He swallowed harshly, looking from his hands to the stack of things Allen had given him.

Kanda had no idea how to even think at his point, he just knew he had an aching problem beneath his sweatpants that desperately needed attending too. He wanted Allen to be the one to help him with this little issue, but knew he'd be hours.Allen was the only thing on his mind as he slipped off his pants, taking his erection in hand.

The air nipped a little at his exposed skin as he began to move his hand up and down the shaft, letting his dream play in his mind ones again. Slowly, but surely he moved his hand faster, gritting his teeth in order to keep back a low moan that had been caught in his mouth. He felt his heart pounding fast, and once he finished his mission, he realized he was in far, far too deep.

Kanda stripped off his clothing, washed up and redressed himself. He made his shitty bed and sat down on the edge, waiting for his love to come visit. He missed him dearly, and the feeling deep in his chest made him worried. It was all too much for the teenager, and, giving up for the moment, laid down to sleep off the worries he had gotten during the half hour of being awake.