Anonymous: *PROSTRATING BEFORE YOU BECAUSE I AM UNWORTHY OF SUCH WORDS* Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy this *ahem* somewhat more mysterious and hotter installment...
Lolishoujo16: Don't die! Read more!
Shin-kai Syndrome: Ah yes, the kiss scene, a reasonably tame version of things to come. Hohoho~
GUEST: WELL THEN HERE YOU GO.
NyxLied: I swear, I actually have a hard time writing hot scenes because it's all so eloquent in my head and then in Word it turns into something equivalent to Pig Latin - with all the words and letters not in the right place.
Magua: Welllllll, I do put this story up on my Tumblr. There's your 'like' button, LOL. I'm so touched that you think my language is good...! MY ENGLISH TEACHERS SHOULD HAVE GIVEN ME MORE THAN A B HAHAHAHA no, not really.
I do not own Free! Iwatobi Swim Club or any of the characters in it.
I tried changing my writing style a little bit but I think it regressed during the later half of this chapter... T_T
The morning was glorious. The sun's rays shone down upon the Nanase household with its warm light. The flora was heavily laden with dew, and the sunlight made it sparkle like a thousand gems. A lovely songbird perched on a tree next to Haruka's window and started to sing gaily in its beautiful voice.
A pillow hit the window with a loud thump, causing the songbird to squawk in surprise and fly away.
Haruka cracked his eyes open to the morning light and gave a soft groan of irritation. It's too early for this... he thought grumpily. After witnessing that scene last night, he had dozed into a fitful sleep only a few hours ago. Ordinarily he was a morning person who woke up instantly. Now he was just cursing the fact that mornings even existed.
Burying himself further under the sheets, Haruka curled up into a ball and thought about what he had seen last night. It wasn't something terrible; it was only his servant and the friend he had known since childhood embracing...
Scowling, Haruka sat up straight and ripped the covers off his head. Like he could possibly sleep like this!
Makoto hadn't come to wake him up, but that was probably because he didn't want to face him after... attending to his wound yesterday. That spot on his lip was swollen slightly and had probably turned a dark shade of purple. He licked it unconsciously, then flushed horribly as he remembered more and more details from his bath last night.
He had never seen Makoto's eyes so dark, so wanting, so... predatory. It made him shiver just thinking about it and a tingling thrill ran through his body at the memory. It was gradual, but he could feel the heat again, slowly building up the more he thought about the kiss...
Water, Haruka thought, swallowing in an attempt to moisten his throat. I need to get in the water.
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The Nanase estate was particularly large in terms of land. The mansion's backyard was a full acre of forest, which was also the Nanase's personal hunting ground. Admittedly, no member of the Nanase household took part in the sport – what they were more interested in was the large lake in the center of the forest.
The lake was almost perfectly egg-shaped with a small island in the center. There was nothing really remarkable about the island – there were only several trees, one which produced fruit, and berry bushes. As a child, it was Haruka's hobby to swim out to the middle of the lake and stay on the island for hours, wiling away the time by reading books he managed to keep dry or eating the harvest of the land. He would also occasionally fish and make a fire to eat them. It was his secret hiding place which only three people knew about. Two, now that his grandmother had passed away.
This time, however, Haruka did not sit on the island. Instead he spent the morning basking in the sun, naked, while drifting on his back in the water. While annoyed by the light initially, he felt grateful for the warmth now. With his front warm and dry and his back cool and wet, he wondered if this was what it felt like to be balanced with the elements.
"Master Haruka? Are you here?"
Surprised, Haruka accidentally curved his stomach inward, causing him to instantly sink and swallow a mouthful of lake water. Sputtering, he pulled himself upright and treaded the water to face Makoto. He had never seen the servant look so stern, with his hands on his hips and his brow furrowed.
"Master Haruka!" Makoto scolded him. "I have been looking everywhere for you! The Master and Mistress are worried! They thought that you might have run away! Master Rin and Master Nagisa were also upset at your disappearance!" the brunette gave a tired sigh and held his hand out for Haruka to take. "I implore you, let us return to the mansion, Master Haruka. I will prepare a hot bath for you to wash off the lake water."
"Bath water, lake water, it doesn't make a difference," Haruka replied, swimming backwards to put some distance between them. "The water won't hurt me."
"Perhaps the water would not, but the germs inside it could," Makoto shot back. His hand was still outstretched. "Master Haruka, please come here."
"You can't tell me what to do," the young master sulked, swimming closer to the island. "If I told anybody of the way you're speaking to me, you'd be punished severely."
"Master Haruka would not do such a thing," his servant's voice was confident and serene, albeit still annoyed. "Because Master Haruka cannot stand to lose me."
The swimmer's face flushed a rosy red. "What do you know about me?!" he demanded, furious.
"I know everything about you," the green eyes were unwavering. "Because the only person I care about is Master Haruka. Master Haruka is everything to me, and so my eyes only follow you," Makoto watched as his master's complexion turned redder and redder. "I don't want you getting sick, Master Haruka. Please take my hand. I'll wash you thoroughly when we get back to the mansion."
That was the final blow. Blushing profusely, Haruka dunked his head under the water to cool his fevered skin. Stupid Makoto! he thought, mortified. As if I could let you after yesterday!
Nevertheless, he emerged from the lake like a merman from the sea and took Makoto's gloved hand. His clothes and a towel were hanging on a nearby tree. Makoto took the towel and rubbed at his hair, ignoring the way Haruka flinched at his touch.
"If there is a repeat from yesterday," Haruka muttered, "I will report you."
Makoto paused, pushing the towel back enough to stare into eyes as blue as the ocean and as clear as glass. He tilted his head to the side, as if weighing his options.
This his head suddenly dipped down and lightly brushed their lips together. The touch was so quick that Haruka wasn't sure if it had really happened. Trembling, he brought his fingers to his lips and touched the exact spot.
It was the place where he had bitten his lip. Haruka flushed a fine shade of scarlet. "I-I thought I told you – " he started weakly. Makoto's chuckle cut him off.
"My deepest apologies, Master Haruka. But your facial expression spoke otherwise," he gazed at him. "Rather than, 'don't do it again', it looked more like 'I want it again'."
Unable to argue, Haruka settled for stony silence and pointedly staring at a different direction. He ignored Makoto, even as the latter toweled off the rest of his body and dressed him. The moment the last button was fastened, Haruka stalked off in the direction of the mansion, refusing to look back at his servant at his heels.
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"Haru-chan!" Nagisa yelled, flinging himself into Haruka's arms. Rin followed closely behind, red eyes flickering towards Makoto before going back to his friend. "Rin-Rin and I were so so so worried about you! We thought that you might have been kidnapped or something!"
"Who would kidnap me?" Haruka rolled his eyes, trying to gently dislodge him. Nagisa was worse than an octopus.
"Gee, I don't know, maybe a rival business company?" Rin drawled teasingly. Haruka didn't miss the prompt.
"That would only be you, Rin-Rin."
"Don't call me Rin-Rin!"
Smirking, Haruka glanced back at Makoto, who was merely standing by with an amused smile on his face. "Makoto, could you get breakfast for us?"
"Certainly," Makoto bowed out of the room. Haruka watched him go, unaware of the way Nagisa and Rin stared at him.
"Haru-chan really likes Mako-chan, huh?" Nagisa murmured, a little wistful. "I'm kind of jealous, Haru-chan. I've known you longer!"
"It's not really a competition is it?" Rin assisted Haruka in prying the blonde off. "Hey, Haru, were you there this morning? At your usual little hideout spot?"
Haruka nodded, not taking his eyes off where Makoto had left the room. Nagisa looked back and forth between them and pouted. "No fair!" he whined. "Rin-chan and Haru-chan should share their secrets with me too! Ne, Haru-chan! Where's 'that' place?"
"It's a secret," Haruka finally tore his eyes away from the spot and instead looked at Rin, who was laughing at the indignant look on Nagisa's face.
"Like I said, tell me too!" Nagisa whined, rubbing his head against Haruka's side. This little game of 'hint-and-don't-tell' continued on until Makoto came back with a silver tray of scones, mint tea in a china teapot, and grilled mackerel on a platter. The three young masters seated themselves on the couches. Makoto placed down the food on the low coffee table in the center and stood by to let them eat.
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"Haru, I need to talk to you for a bit. Would that be okay?" Rin asked, putting down his almost empty cup of tea. Makoto made a move to refill it but Rin waved him away. "Nagisa, that means no eavesdropping from you."
"What?!" complained Nagisa with his mouth full, spilling crumbs everywhere. "Ah, sorry! Sorry, Mako-chan! I'll clean that up later."
"It's not a problem, Master Nagisa," Makoto quickly replied. "I'll go get the broom and dustpan."
"Leave it for later, Makoto," Rin ordered in a slightly more imperious tone. Makoto halted.
"Don't boss around my servant," Haruka muttered, stabbing at his mackerel with a fork. Rin frowned at this and looked like he wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth to speak before he caught the warning gaze of Makoto and closed it.
Haruka, who did not miss the warning gaze, scowled. "Nagisa, sorry, but could you leave us alone for a while?"
"Makoto goes too," Rin added.
"Makoto doesn't have to go. He's my servant. What he hears doesn't matter."
"It matters in this case. Nagisa, Makoto, leave."
"But – " Nagisa started to protest before he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Makoto offering an arm.
"Shall we go, Mistress Nagisa?" he said with an exaggeratedly polite smile. Haruka was once again thankful that it was just him, Nagisa, and Rin in the room. Nagisa started giggling.
"You've got an interested sense of humor for a slave, Mako-chan," he teased, sliding his arm through the taller teen's. "Alright, Mako-chan and I are going on a date. Have fun you two~" he waved like a maiden as Makoto led him away. Haruka experienced a flash of irritation at the laughing expression on his servant's face.
As soon as the two were alone, Rin slumped backwards in his chair. "Good God," he muttered. "I can't tell if Makoto's brilliant or an idiot. He was always a social guy, but seriously? At least think about how society would look at you."
"Enough about Makoto, what did you want to talk to me about?" Haruka poured himself some more tea. "Is it really so important that we had to send them out of the room?"
"What I want to talk about is Makoto," Rin replied flatly. "And Nagisa would just get in the way with his questions," he sat up and surveyed his friend thoughtfully. "Haru, how do you feel about Makoto? How much do you know about him?"
Pride made Haruka want to restrain his answer, especially considering that he didn't know much. Instead he threw back the same question. "What about you? You seem to know Makoto a little too well... did he used to work for you or something?"
Rin snorted, "Him? Work for me? No way," the redhead shook his head. "There's no way that would ever possibly happen in this lifetime. I can't even imagine it."
The black-haired teen frowned. Something about the answer seemed a little off.
"Well, that's not entirely true, considering what I'm about to ask you, I guess," Rin admitted, more to himself than to Haruka. The way red eyes gazed into blue made Haruka feel unnerved.
"What are you going to ask?"
"It's more like a request, really," Rin conceded. "And I know you're going to object but if you just listen to me first – "
"Rin, cut the bullshit. What the fuck do you want?" Haruka blunted asked, making Rin pause. His friend rarely ever cussed.
"Fine, I'll be blunt," he shot back brusquely. He hunched over and put his elbows on his knees, folding his hands together in a businesslike gesture. "Haru, give Makoto to me."
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"As expected of the Nanase gardens," Nagisa said, admiring the brilliant colors of the nearby begonias and irises. "They have almost all the plants native to Japan here."
Outside in the bright sunshine, Makoto watched as Nagisa flitted from flower to flower. "Does Master Nagisa love flowers?"
"I do! Maybe it's the influence of my older sisters, but I like pretty and cute things," his attention was distracted by a fluttering butterfly, the wings as blue and shining as Haruka's eyes. "Oh, a butterfly!" Nagisa exclaimed. Slowly, he crept up on it, attempting to catch it within his hands without harming it.
He pounced on it with a yell of triumph which quickly turned into a cry of misfortune as he landed in a plot of thorny rose bushes. Makoto rushed over to pull him out and dust him down. "Are you alright, Master Nagisa?!" he asked worriedly. "Please turn around. I'll pick out any thorns that might have gotten stuck to your clothes."
Nagisa obeyed and held his arms out rigidly to the sides so that he resembled a cross. Makoto gently patted him down. "Any luck, Mako-chan?"
"Thankfully, yes. There don't seem to be any stuck on you..."
"That's not what I meant."
Makoto straightened up only to meet Nagisa's knowing gaze. "... Master Nagisa?"
"Mako-chan," Nagisa said, slowly and deliberately, "how long are you going to play 'master and servant' with Haru-chan?"
Makoto raised an eyebrow before closing his eyes to laugh benignly. "Eh? What do you mean, Master Nagisa?" his kindly expression did nothing for Nagisa's icy stare. The serious expression looked strange on his face. After only a moment of hesitation he spoke a single word.
"... Ácweorran."
Makoto's eyes snapped open and immediately the temperature seemed to drop. The tension between them was almost palpable. Makoto's eyelids lowered and his clear green eyes seemed to smolder, much like they did last night with Haruka. This time, however, there was no desire in his gaze. There was only danger.
"Oh my," he said very softly. Then all at once his expression turned back to normal and he gave a little laugh. "As expected of the future ruler of Japan. It looks like you already know everything, Master Nagisa!"
"Just call me Nagisa. I don't actually like being called 'Master'," Nagisa grinned back and the tension eased.
"Very well then, since nobody else is around," Makoto chuckled. "Nagisa."
"Much better," the blonde grinned at him. They started to converse openly and freely, as if they were two long lost childhood friends.
"So how long has it been?"
"Perhaps a little over seven years or so. Maybe more."
"Ohhh, that's pretty impressive! Most people wouldn't survive that long! Does Haru-chan know anything?"
"Haru-chan doesn't know anything. And I'd prefer to keep it that way," the tension came back slightly, but Nagisa remained undaunted. "What happens is solely between the Master and Mistress and I."
"So Uncle and Auntie are involved too? Uwaaah, so deep and dangerous!" the blonde gave a careless laugh. "Somebody should tell the police!"
"Indeed!" Makoto gave an equally careless laugh before fixing Nagisa once more with his smoldering gaze. "Well then, Nagisa, are you going to get in my way...?"
The underlying threat was obvious and Nagisa held up his hands in defeat. "No way! Mako-chan is so sca~ary!" he dragged out the word to put emphasis on it. "Besides, it's not like I'm not doing one or two shady things myself," he grinned. "I'm surprised. I've heard a little about you from Rin-chan, though he never told me your name. It seems that he was either lying or that you've changed," Nagisa dropped his hands and his expression once more turned serious. "The way Rin-chan described you, you didn't seem to be this kind of person."
"Funny, Rin said the same thing last night," Makoto glanced down at his hands, where there were multiple little scars barely visible in the sunlight. "I guess I have changed quite a bit. It comes with this sort of job."
Nagisa walked up to him with no fear and gently grasped Makoto's large hand between his own smaller ones. "... It must have been very difficult for you," he said softly. "To be involved with that sort of thing..."
"Not at all. This is what I chose to protect those important to me," Makoto smiled. He placed his other hand on top of Nagisa's. "But thank you for your concern," he brought the blonde's small and pale hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. Nagisa's smile turned a little sad.
"Well then, I suppose they would be done with whatever discussions they were having," Makoto withdrew his hands and dropped them by his sides. "Shall we return, Master Nagisa?"
"Certainly," Nagisa replied, matching his formality. As they strode back towards the mansion, they started talking friendly again.
"Mako-chan... what you're attempting, you know how dangerous it is, right? Will Haru-chan be in any danger?"
"I'll protect him no matter what comes along. But no matter what, I shall always protect my Master," Makoto replied redundantly.
"If anything happens to Haru-chan, I won't forgive you."
"Don't worry. If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive myself either. Oh. Wait a moment, please."
Makoto suddenly hurried off the side of the brick path and Nagisa was left standing alone. When the servant came back, he was clasping something in between his cupped hands delicately, as if whatever he was holding was overly fragile.
"Hold still, Master Nagisa," he said, holding his hands over Nagisa's blonde hair. The blonde obeyed, wondering what on earth he was planning and ready to move in case of emergency.
Makoto released his hands and the blue butterfly fluttered out dazedly. Nagisa's little gasp of delight startled it and it flew upwards to rest among golden strands. Nagisa tilted his head, trying to see it before Makoto stilled him with a palm to the shoulder.
"It's still there. Just don't move too much," a breeze blew by but oddly enough the butterfly stayed on his head, refusing to budge. "It seems that butterflies are very attracted to you, Master Nagisa," Makoto chortled. "Perhaps it has mistaken your appearance for a yellow rose and your sweetness for nectar."
Nagisa flushed pink with delight and giggled. "Now I know how Haru-chan feels," he snorted, embarrassed. "You must be a real killer with the ladies, Mako-chan."
"Not at all," Makoto denounced. "Besides, Master Haruka usually has my full attention."
"Haru-chan is so lucky to have such a devoted servant, ne~"
They again began to sojourn their way back to the mansion before another thought occurred in Nagisa's mind.
"Ah yeah, how much does Rin-Rin know?"
"Rin doesn't know much other than that I ran away from the household. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him anything either."
"Understood~"
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What Makoto and Nagisa came back upon in Haruka's room was a scene of disaster.
The teapot had been shattered and the contents spilled upon the carpet like an ugly scar. Leftover scones looked as if they had been flung around the room. Among it all, Haruka and Rin were rolling around on the floor, gripping each other's collars.
"You're the one that doesn't know anything!" Rin was shouting. He was currently on top of Haru, straddling his stomach and making it difficult for him to breathe. "It's not like you can help him!"
Haruka violently shoved him backwards and climbed on top of him, knee in his gut. "Makoto is mine!" he shouted back, not noticing that said servant was in the room. "I won't let you take him!"
There was a timid squeaking noise from the corner nearest to the door and both Nagisa and Makoto turned to see that Nitori was standing there, looking immensely nervous. "M-Master Nagisa, I have no idea what to do!" he whimpered. "Even when I told them to stop fighting, they just told me to shut up!"
Nagisa stared thoughtfully at his two fighting friends as if he were an audience member at the opera – half-amused and half-bored. "Good grief. I haven't seen them get into a fistfight since we were in elementary school. It's for reasons like this that they got suspended so much and just settled for having home tutors instead," he shook his head. "Guess I'll have to solve this the old-fashioned way."
"Old-fashioned way?" Makoto and Nitori echoed. The next thing they knew, Nagisa had seized both of their wrists and dragged them towards Haruka and Rin, yelling at the top of his voice.
"DOG PILE ON RIN-CHAN!"
"Nagi – OOF!" Haruka's yelp of surprise was cut short as Makoto clumsily toppled on to him, pinning him on half on top of Rin. Nagisa shoved Nitori on to the pile before jumping on himself. For a moment, they balanced precariously as a human tower before Haruka struggled to free his arms, causing Makoto to topple to the side and land with his elbow in Rin's ribcage. Nagisa squealed in laughter as he fell off and landed straight into Makoto's muscled chest. Nitori was not so lucky – he landed with his face in his master's crotch and his body across Haruka's.
"NITORI!"
"Uwaaaah! I-I'm sorry, Master Rin!"
"Ahahahahahaha!" Nagisa's ringing laugh surprised them all and Nagisa sat up, patting Makoto's pectorals. "For someone with so many muscles, you make a nice pillow to cuddle, Mako-chan!"
"T-Thank you," Makoto managed to wheeze out, looking to the side at Haruka. "Master Haruka, are you hurt anywhere?"
Haruka immediately turned his head to the side, mortified that Makoto had probably heard his childish claim and somehow irritated that Nagisa and Makoto seemed to be so much closer than they were before. "I'm not hurt," he muttered, ignoring the sore feeling he had around his lower chest. Makoto frowned at him and was about to say something when Rin, in a sudden burst of energy, managed to sit up and shove them all off. "I'm leaving," he snapped between gritted sharp teeth. "Come on, Ai."
"M-Master Rin, what about you? Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need first aid – "
"I'm fine!" Rin, stomping towards the door with Nitori worriedly following behind, cast a glance at Makoto. "Makoto, think about my offer from last night. Send me a proper reply, will you?"
Haruka's eyes snapped to Makoto, who avoided his gaze. "... Yes, Master Rin."
Down to three, Nagisa's pink eyes shifted uneasily between Haruka and Makoto, one who was staring intensely and the other who was avoiding the stare. "I think I'll hitch a ride with Rin," Nagisa said, hastily getting up. Makoto immediately rose up to dust him off. "Thanks, Mako-chan," he said, glancing down at Haruka who was watching them with frozen – more than normal, anyway – expression on his face. A little devious idea flitted through the blonde's mind before he could stop it. "Ma~ko~chan~ Bend over a little~"
Makoto obeyed, leaning over so that all Nagisa had to do was raise himself up on tiptoe and give him a peck on the cheek. Blue eyes flashed like lightning, something neither the blonde nor brunette missed.
Oh~ He's angry, he's angry~ Nagisa thought amusedly. "Payback for what happened in the garden, Mako-chan," he teased, tapping the back of his hand. Makoto flushed slightly. "I had fun today. Take me out on another date sometime," he gave Makoto another kiss on the opposite cheek and promptly skedaddled out of the room before his friend blew his top.
Makoto rubbed the place where Nagisa kissed him last and remarked, "He's really unpredictable sometimes," in an offhanded manner. He still avoided Haruka's burning stare. "Master Haruka, are you hurt anywhere? I know you were lying earlier. Please, take off your shirt and let me see. I think I landed too heavily on you before."
"I'm fine," Haruka practically spat out acid. "More importantly, Makoto, what does Nagisa mean by payback for the garden?"
"Oh, that. I... We were just playing around. I only kissed the back of his hand as a joke, that's all," Makoto tried to wave it off with an easy smile. It was hard not to flinch as Haruka's blue eyes bore holes into his skull.
"As a joke?" Haruka asked angrily. "Makoto, if anyone had seen you – "
"No one did," Makoto interrupted him. Haruka seethed. A hand cupped his face and he found himself looking up into apologetic green. "No one saw, Master Haruka. I promise."
"... As long as you're sure," Haruka knocked his hand away and sat down on his bed. "You're dismissed. I'm taking a nap," he winced a little as he bent forward to straighten his messy collar, a movement that his ever watchful servant did not miss.
"Master Haruka..." Makoto fetched a first aid kit from Haruka's closet. "Please at least take off your shirt and let me have a look before I go."
"Leave the first aid kit. I'll do it myself."
"I refuse."
Haruka shot another murderous glare at him but this time Makoto did not waver. He stood there, the kit in his hands and an indomitable aura surrounding him. Scowling, Haruka finally conceded. "If you want me to take off my shirt, do it for me."
"Understood," Makoto placed the first aid kit down on the floor and reached out to slowly undo Haruka's buttons one by one.
It wasn't until he felt the return of the burning sensation that Haruka realized this was a really, really bad idea.
Makoto's hands were deft but slow, taking his time to undo Haruka's shirt and peeling it off his body. Shuddering as the cold air hit his bare skin, he watched as those damnable hands – still gloved in their pearly gray gloves – lightly traced a forming bruise on his upper abdomen, just above and to the right of his abs.
"I've noticed it before," Makoto mentioned casually, "but Master Haruka has a nice body."
Haruka shuddered because he could feel the breath from those words ghost over his bare skin, leaving goosebumps. Funny how the cold air couldn't do that but Makoto's warm breath could.
Makoto was still examining the bruise, which was taking on the shade of rich purple. "It looks like it'll last for quite a few days," he clicked his tongue. "What a pity. Master Haruka's skin is usually so unblemished too."
"It'll go away," Haruka managed to say. "I'll just lick it and it'll be fine."
"You cannot possibly lick this on your own, Master Haruka," Makoto said, slightly exasperated by the silliness. There was a pause and Haruka could practically see the wheels turning in Makoto's head, the darkness slowly taking over his eyes. The trapped young master knew that look all too well. He shuddered again as Makoto leaned closer to his bruise, the breath this time deliberately fanning over his skin. "So I suppose," he murmured in a husky voice, "that I will need to do it for you."
Haruka was unable to suppress a cry as he felt Makoto's tongue on his skin again. He had not realized how much he had been aching for it until it happened. The warm and wet appendage lazily lapped over the bruise, covering it in his saliva. The light pressure on the bruise made Haruka wince slightly in pain, but the pleasure was also there and building.
Makoto placed a gloved hand on Haruka's skin and the young master squirmed, not quite liking the feeling of the fabric. He preferred Makoto's bare hand, warm and calloused, against his own. But how could he possibly say something like that out loud?
It turned out he didn't need to. Makoto raised his gloved hand to his teeth and pulled it off using them. Lately Haruka realized two things; one, pulling off the gloves with his teeth was Makoto's habit; two, it made him feel incredibly aroused watching it.
Bare skin slid over bare skin. Makoto's finger dipped into his own saliva on Haruka's bruise and used it to trace little patterns, much like an artist with paint and a blank canvas. Using his 'paint', Makoto drew flowers, little swirls, and hearts on the canvas that was Haruka. He blew softly on his drawings and Haruka cried out again at the strange feeling of cold air on wetness that wasn't water.
A wet fingertip traveled upwards towards his chest and traced circles around his left areola. Shuddering, Haruka propped himself up on one elbow and managed to rasp out, "S-Stop..."
"Do you really want me to? Master Haruka," Makoto murmured throatily. His fingertip pressed directly on Haruka's nipple, causing him to gasp and moan quietly.
"Ah! Nn... ah. Ah," he became progressively louder as his nipple was rubbed, pressed, and flicked. Then Makoto used two fingers to pinch it and roll it between his fingers and Haruka keened. "Mmm! Ha..."
He was kissed lightly at the corner of his mouth and a trail of kisses was placed leading up to his ear. He whimpered as Makoto's fingers continued to abuse the now perky nub on his chest. "It's become quite hard, Master Haruka," he commented, whispering it in his ear. Haruka flinched away at the tickling warm breath. He had never known his ears to be sensitive but then again he had never felt so aroused until Makoto came along. He gasped out as Makoto pinched the nub between his fingers, a little harder this time. "Oh? Does it hurt? Then..." his servant's voice turned devious, "... should I also lick this part of you...?"
Haruka's eyes widened at the idea and his face – no, his entire body – reddened at the idea. Makoto's mouth, that mouth and that tongue, on his...
"Or perhaps, Master Haruka..." he felt teeth nip at the cartilage of his ear and he gave a wanton moan. He felt Makoto's other hand traveling downwards towards his trousers. "I should lick you down here..."
Wow... what am I going to do for the next chapter? And how many of you hate me for the cliffhanger? MWUHAHAHAHAHA.