Conrad stared down at the Yuuri below him. His long hair was spread out on the pillow of the bed. Well, one could call it a bed, he supposed. It was what the Japanese would call a futon except it was much bigger and was covered with fluffy pillows. There wasn't a spot that wasn't cover with something soft. How ideal.

"Are you ready, Yuuri?" he asked, one last time. If he wanted out, this was the last time he'd give him a way out. After this, Conrad was going to have his way and they were going to get really dirty with it. He let his hands trail from Yuuri's wrist to his chest.

Yuuri smiled up at him and wrapped his hands around Conrad's neck, pulling him closer. With the first brush of his lips, Conrad had his answer. He delved in, kissing him with all the desire and love he had held in his heart for so long. It was shocking that they hadn't bumped their teeth with how much force was used but they probably wouldn't have noticed.

The held each other close as they basically fought for supremacy. They rolled, both wanting to be on top. Whether they broke away because they needed to breath or because someone hit their head against the wall, they stared into each other's eyes for a while. Then all of a sudden, they started laughing. Neither knew what they were laughing at but it wouldn't stop.

"Shouldn't we be doing something else, Master Conrad?" Yuuri asked, his face flushed from his laughing fit. There was nothing cuter than that. Conrad grabbed his head and pulled into another kiss but this time, Conrad was in control. Even as Yuuri basically clawed at his back, Conrad kept his cool.

He pushed Yuuri down again and held him down. "You are right, Yuuri." He replied, though it looked like Yuuri was too out of it to pay attention. Conrad smiled down at him like a predator that had caught his prey. "We do have things to do but first things first. I have to prepare you for your role." Conrad brushed his fingers against the color of Yuuri's Yukata, just barely missing the twitching flesh of Yuuri's throat.

"Ahh! M-master Conrad…" Yuuri squirmed under Conrad's somewhat innocent caresses. He had yet to touch the youth's skin but Yuuri was going wild. Conrad just watched, reveling in the feeling of dominance he was experiencing. Nothing could be better than this, surely. That though was countered when Yuuri looked at him with a desire drenched eyes.

"Master Conrad… Are you going to touch me soon? I want you." He whispered. Conrad said nothing. They just stared at each other. Just when Yuuri was probably thinking nothing was going to happen, Conrad's control broke. With a somewhat beastly smile, he tore at Yuuri's clothes until nothing remained but some clothe that covered the most precious part of Yuuri's body. Yuuri tried to cover himself but Conrad pinned him so his body was open to him.

"You're not trying to hide yourself from me, are you?" he asked, watching as Yuuri tried to fight the grip. Yuuri shivered. Despite the expression on his face, Conrad knew was by no means, scared. It was an erotic tension they both knew was just what need to be done. With a snort, Conrad took a stray peace of clothe and tied Yuuri's hands together above his head. Yuuri looked up at his hand and then at Conrad.

"So you won't try and push my hands away from your lovely body." He explained. He ran his hands up and down Yuuri's chest, lingering in certain places, just to see what reaction he gained. Said reactions were just what Conrad wanted to see. Touching the nipples gained a sweet moan that seemed to travel from his abdomen to his lips as he shuddered beautifully. Touching him just above his crotch made him gasp and still, like he was waiting for that fated first touch. Every time he did it, Conrad let his fingers tap against him, just above the straining bulge that had been trying to rear its head through the stubborn cloth covering it.

When Conrad slid his hand up his abdomen, Yuuri started making mewling sound, like he was said but happy too. This pleased Conrad greatly. After the 20th time, Conrad had Yuuri begging and trying to free his hands. Whether he wanted to relieve himself or pull Conrad into the kiss he'd been trying to get for some minutes now, didn't matter to Conrad. Seeing his Yuuri like this was enough.

Conrad kissed Yuuri's lips gently and pulled away, smirking at seeing Yuuri trying to lean forward for another. Conrad shook his head at him and kissed his throat. He ran his lips and tongue down from throat to abdomen, reveling in the groans he'd earned and the arches Yuuri could make with his sweet body could form.

While his tongue was at work, his hands got busy as well. Running across his chest and his hips, Conrad eventfully reached behind him and grabbed his ass.

"Ah!" Conrad looked up from between Yuuri's legs. He tried to hide his face in his arms. Conrad didn't want that so he moved lower and took a small bite of Yuuri's thigh. "Mnn!" That got his arms out of the way.

"None of that now." He scolded, still smiling so sweetly. "Remember, you must call me Conrad, dearest." With one hand still on his ass, Conrad undid the tie that wrapped around Yuuri. He did it slowly, meticulously, watching as Yuuri looked on, his breath slowing. Once the last piece was removed, their eyes met.

What will you do next?

The question hung between them like the incense drifting into the room. Conrad just smiled oh so innocently and thrust that first finger inside a certain hole.

"Ngg! M-master Conrad." He moaned, squirming.

"No, Just Conrad" He said again, pushing more.

"Conrad..." He cried, moving more feverishly. Conrad smiled.

"Yes?" He answered, wiggling his finger. That earned another moan. Conrad, not one to leave things to just one course, used his other hand to brush against Yuuri's nipples.

"Your fingers, Conrad." He groaned. His face was so red and cute; Conrad wished he could take a picture. No, he wanted to take him whole just then. Instead, he decided to tease him.

"Which ones?" he asked. "Theses?" he pinched his nipples, rubbing and pulling on them. "Or this one down here?" he wiggled his finger inside him again. It was getting easier to move down there.

"The finger… in me." He answered, looking away. Conrad flicks the nipple again.

"What about it?" he asked, running his tongue over his chest. "Does it hurt?"

Yuuri shook his head. "No… Feels weird." He whined, squirming again. "Please… it feels really weird so…"

"I'm not stopping so don't ask." He interrupted, smiling. If it didn't hurt, then he had all he needed to go further. He filled the hole with another finger, causing Yuuri to groan. Then another and another. At that point, the boy was just panting. "Still good?" Yuuri nodded, going so far as to move his hips in tandem with Conrad's fingers. With one last wiggle of his fingers, Conrad pulled them out, inciting a small scream from Yuuri.

He stared up at him as Conrad spread his legs wide. "What… no more?"

Conrad laughed. So cute! "Oh yes more. I'm sorry but I can't hold it in anymore." He leaned closer until they were nose to nose. "It's your fault for looking so cute and lovely, my king." The boys widen briefly but before he could even gasp in shock, Conrad thrust his cock into the now loose hole.

Yuuri threw his head back and let out a long groan.

End of chapter 16

Authors note:

Okay, again, i am sorry about the wait and the tease. I assure you its necessary. Also to those who are wondering about who Conrad is currently screwing, if this chapter didn't help, it'll definitely be obvious in the next chapter. Thank you for reading. :)