I Like It Rough — Lady GaGa
Chojuro felt a faint flush dust his cheeks as his lover's teeth grazed the skin of his neck. Cool, smooth hands caressed his body, leaving trails of water behind them.
"Suigetsu.." he breathed, his voice weak.
"Hmm?"
Chojuro felt the man literally melt behind him and reform before him, his face inches from his own. Before the swordsman could say a thing, their lips were pressed together.
"Yes, Cho?"
