Shot?

He didn’t know how long he had held his kitten until Akihito finally quieted down in his arms. It disturbed him how much it hurt to watch the boy crying out his pain.

“Better now?” Asami carefully pried his kitten away from his chest and looked at him. Puffy eyes squeezed shut, nose running and red, he did look like a child. And felt like one. Sizewise. He still marveled how such a scrawny little thing had managed to take him down. Him. Asami.



Not that Akihito was much smaller, only a couple of inches in fact, but he seemed so fragile. Compared to his much bulkier frame, the pet had a slender, sinuous body which sported supple muscles, usually hidden from the eye by his hideous clothing. In public he didn’t mind, nobody was entitled to look at them in the first place.



A slight nod interrupted his train of thoughts. Eyes were still squeezed tightly. Nose was still running. He took a silk handkerchief and pressed it in trembling hands.



“Blow your nose.”



“I’m not a kid!” He turned away from the taller man.



Asami was almost glad when a quiet knock sounded on the door. Food. For the boy. Good.

Keita brought in a covered tray, setting it down next to his boss.



“Anything else you need, Asami-sama?” His stoic face didn’t give any indication of what he thought about seeing his boss, sans tie, holding an armful of naked boy on his lap.



“No. That’s all.” He nodded his thanks to the blond bodyguard and turned his attention back to his kitten.



“I’m not hungry.” Defiance. At last.



“You will eat.”



“You can’t make me.” Spoiling for a fight now. Even better.



With a short pull and a twist of his body, he had the kitten down where he wanted him. Under him. Covered by him.



“You are asking for punishment, pet. You will do exactly what I tell you do to.”



A weak struggle. Accidentally rubbing his body against his.



“My cute Akihito.” Asami purred.



“Keep it up. Please, keep it up. I will so enjoy making you pay for it later.” He leaned down to his lover’s ear, playfully biting it, before he continued.



“It will be my greatest pleasure to tie you to this bed and keep you here forever. For every bit of defiance you will pay with your delicious body. I will make you scream, begging me for more until your voice breaks. I will take you over and over again until you know your place. I will make you come until you have nothing more to give. I will enjoy hearing you call me, crave me, need me. Every minute of the day. All you’ll be thinking about is when will I take you again, where will I take you and will you be allowed to come. So, please don’t stop fighting me.”



Gulp. Just hearing this send shivers down his body, which reacted in the only possible way to the threatening, yet seductive voice. He got hard. And harder. And… What? What the hell was that?



“Get off me, you big bastard. What the hell is this?” Akihito sluggishly scrambled out from under the larger man and dazedly stared at his middle.



A sigh. A real deep sigh. So much for a good threat.



“You ... asshole…” The kitten scrunched his nose, trying to focus but not really succeeding. The painkillers were kicking in.



“They’re for your own protection, pet.” Soft, soothing voice.



“Protection...” Akihito’s voice trailed off.



“Yes. Protection. Now, be a good boy and come back here, so you can eat.”



“Food…”



“Yes, food.”



Asami gently pulled the boy back on his lap and moved the tray closer. He wrinkled his nose at the mushy concoction his chef had prepared according to the doctor’s orders. He couldn’t decide if it was supposed to be soup or… mush?



Akihito took the spoon and attacked the bowl. Or at least tried to. His hands were shaky and he almost spilled the pea-green creation over Asami’s pristinely white shirt. A strong hand pried the spoon from him and he stared at his empty hand.



With a sigh, Asami brought the spoon up to his pet’s lips.



“Open up.” And obediently the boy let the larger man feed him.



Must be some painkillers. Akihito was like a doll, doing exactly what he told him to do. How… interesting…



When the bowl was finally empty, he put it aside and stood up, Akihito still in his arms.



“Do you want a shower, pet?”



“Shower…” A silly grin was on the kittens’ face. He really was out of it. Drugged up to the gills and compliant. There was just no way he would waste this opportunity.

He carried him to the bathroom, sat him down on the counter, sure that his wound wouldn’t hurt him in his current state. He carefully unwrapped the bandage around his ribs and a bit awkwardly managed to cover the white patch on his pet’s ass with a waterproof seal. He quickly stripped down and then helped his submissive lover into the large shower.



Asami pulled Akihito against his chest, carefully starting to wash his hair and chest while the kitten leaned against him. The boy purred in his arms, blissfully unaware of anything but the sensual hands moving over his skin. He turned him around to face him, his hands now running over his back, covering him with soapy foam that allowed his fingers to effortlessly glide over every inch of it. Developing a will of their own his hands slid deeper, over the curve of a firm ass and finally in between two cheeks, massaging the enticing opening, drawing the sexiest noises out of the pet. The taller man leaned Akihito against the wall to finish washing him, moving his hands up to the shower rail.



“Hold on to these, pet, and don’t let go.” A deep kiss followed, leaving Akihito panting.



He was caught in a maze of desire and want, unable to do anything but greedily accept whatever caresses his body was receiving. He moaned deep in his throat, powerless against those capable hands setting his body on fire.



When his hands finally found Akihito’s shaft, he was once more annoyed at the metal confining his lover’s cock. He gently stroked it, while his other hand massaged the sac, carefully moving the two balls around. A little yelp escaped the pet’s lips, when some of his pubic hair got caught where the two metal rings met. Asami sucked in his breath at the erotic sight in front of him. Akihito was writhing against the slate wall suggestively; arms stretched above his head, eyes half-closed, making the most provocative sighs and whimpers.



“Now, stay here and don’t move.”



“Move…” Another happily issued sigh. His pet was so out of it.



The taller man stepped out of the shower, keeping one eye on his pet while rummaging through a small cabinet until he found what he was searching for. A wicked smile spread over his face while he twisted the cap off the dispenser. He stepped closer to Akihito, rubbing himself against his boy to distract him from what he was about to do. It was better to play it safe…



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