Shot?

“You… You … nasty pervert. What are doing?” He tried to scramble away from the intruding fingers still buried deep inside of him.



“Me?” Innocent smile.



“I haven’t done anything, pet… yet…” Slowly turning into his trademark smirk.



“Get away from me…”



Akihito was still trying his best to escape the larger man. Asami chuckled at his boy’s flailing limbs, a rather half-hearted attempt to get free. He pulled him against his chest, forcing the kitten to straddle him and held him in his strong embrace.



“It’s time for your breakfast now. You need to eat to keep up your strength.” Each word was accompanied by a whispery breath of warm air tingling over his ear. He shivered from the sensual feel of Asami‘s breathy voice against his skin.



“No, I… “He tried so hard to resist the man holding him, but to no avail. His body had a mind of his own, and he couldn’t hold back a deep moan when Asami finally pulled his fingers out of his body. Leaving him empty. Although the moan sounded more like the croak of a dying frog. A glass was pressed against his lips.



“You need to drink.” A voice of steel. The bastard was back.



“No, I…”



“You will drink this and then you will eat your breakfast. All of it.”



The glass was being tilted and he had no choice but to open his lips and swallow the cool contents. It actually made him feel better. A silk handkerchief was pressed in his hand.



“And blow your nose.”



He felt like a child. Why did Asami always make him feel so inferior? Like he never got anything right. He felt tears burn behind his lids and tried to fight them off; he did not want Asami to know the power he had over him. He quickly pressed the silky square of cloth against his face, hoping to hide behind it.



Asami knew his kitten was upset again, although he wasn’t sure why. Surely not because of their little playing, Akihito never got upset about that, defensive and bristly –yes, but not upset. He started to rub his hand over the boy’s back in soothing circles, while his pet tried to hide behind the handkerchief. It disturbed him to see how fragile the boy was; he longed to have his wild-cat back. Kicking and screaming in defiance the whole way.



A light knock on the door announced the arrival of Akihito’s breakfast, so Asami had to let go of his wife. His wife. It still sounded good.



He went and got the tray from Akira and returned to find a mound of bedcovers and Akihito in the middle of the bed.



He sat the tray down and pulled. Hard.



“Leave me alone, you Bastard!”



“You have exactly ten seconds to sit down and eat your breakfast. One… Two…” Cold, emotionless voice.



“Why are you always torturing me?” An outraged kitten pulled the covers back towards him, yelling in an outraged voice. He sounded like a drunken donkey.



“Torture? You want torture?” Asami leaned over the young photographer, crowding him into the mattress.



“I can show you torture if you want. I can make you scream in pain and at the same time begging me for more, I can get your body to take pain as pleasure and you will be pleading with me to give it to you day and night.”



As before the breathy voice so close to his ear made the boy shiver, mixed sensations washing through him in big waves.



“Eat.” With that Asami backed away. The kitten needed to get his strength back.

Startled and feeling a bit abandoned, Akihito crawled towards the tray. It did smell mouth-watering. Still shaken he took up a spoon and took a bit of the pudding served in a small bowl. He closed his eyes, for a moment forgetting to be wary of the big bad wolf sitting next to him. It was delicious. He felt his taste-buds come alive, being overwhelmed by the fragrant feel of the blancmange, the overlaying taste of vanilla and cream, and the light sugary aftertaste it left in his mouth. Heaven. Pure and simple.



Asami watched his pet making love to the spoon he was eating with; a pink tongue tracing it, licking even the tiniest speck of the smooth surface, making sure it was immaculately clean to only dip it back into the rich, velvety looking cream and start all over again. And the moans. He didn’t think Akihito was aware of the sounds he made while savoring the sweet dish. His eyes were closed, his face radiating pure delight. He looked ready for some serious love-making. As in: right now.



A little distressed moan interrupted his trail of thoughts, a spoon was screeching desperately over fine porcelain. It brought an almost indiscernible smile to his lips. His pet was so predictable. He watched as his lover took the small bowl in both hands, licking it clean.



“What?”



No answer.



“I happen to like this.” Disgruntled at giving so easy into his cravings, Akihito looked at the older man.



“It’s just a pudding.”



“So what if it is not caviar or whatever else rich people like you eat. This is really good.”



“If you say so.”



“Yes, and… ah… whatever.” Akihito turned his back to Asami, trying to tunnel his way back under the covers.



“You need a shower.” Firm and commanding.



“I’m tired…” Annoyed.



“Shower. Now.”



Akihito flopped around to face his doom, groaning in distress as his sudden move put pressure on his ribs.



“Ahhh…. Shit. I will take a shower later…” He lay on his side, closing his eyes, trying to breathe the pain away. When he opened them again, he found himself staring into golden eyes. Right in front of his face.



He is too close… I can’t think when he is so close… Akihito stared into the golden orbs, letting them draw him in…



Asami bent down, scooped his naked kitten into his arms and took him to the bathroom. He sat him down on the countertop and turned on the water.



“I don’t…” Akihito’s voice was still laced with pain.



Asami ignored him, stripping out of his shirt and pants, carelessly letting them fall on the floor and once more picked up his unruly pet to wash the sweat off him. He carried him under the warm spray of water, helping him stand and get into the position that would allow him to soap him down.



“What are you…? Don’t…! I can do that myself…!”



“You had your chance, my pet. Now it’s my turn.” Asami stepped behind the smaller man, took his hands and guided them up to the shower rod.



“Do not let go if you know what’s good for you…” Moist breath caressing the photographer’s ear with every word.



“No, I…”



“… or I will punish you. And you know what that usually means, brat. If you let go, I have to assume that you want me to fuck you into the next day…” The delicate body shivered against his broad muscular chest. Reluctantly he held on to the metal bar, unknowingly stretching his aching body to full length, arching into the hard body behind him.



Soapy hands started to move to his chest, playing with his nipples, forcing him to grind his behind into an excited groin. A very excited groin. As in a very prominently excited groin. He felt Asami’s staff rubbing the crack between his cheeks, trying to find a way in as if it had a mind of its own. He clenched his muscles, not willing to let Asami in.



A soft groan escaped Asami when he felt the boy’s muscles closing around his tip,

involuntarily lining the mushroom shaped head up with its destination. He teased the tight, puckered ring while running his hands over every inch of exposed skin. He took a hold of his pet’s member, smiling at the feel of it springing to life.



“Asami!” Akihito couldn’t stop the yell escaping him, pushing back hard on the impending invasion.



“I know, my pet. I know.”



The hand moved to leisurely massage the soft, unblemished skin, carefully manipulating the metal rings, enjoying the feel of silk and velvet without the annoying hairs.



“What…? What the hell did you do to me?” He started to turn around to look at his personal personified doom towering over him. His right hand let go of the shower rod, and he faced Asami with a withering glare. Gold clashed with hazel. Gold started to travel upwards and fixed on a point above his head. And on the face in front of him the evil smirk emerged…



Akihito quickly put his hand back up, a defiant look on his face.



“Spill it, Asami. What the hell is this? And don’t give me any of that ‘protection’ crap. I’m not buying that.”



“Ah, so you do remember our little experiment from last night? And I was so counting on a repeat performance to refresh your memory.”



“Keep your hands off me! I’m warning you, you bastard.” He cowered against the slate tile, all bristling and rebellious.



“But it is for your protection, my cute Akihito. It protects you from cumming too fast, so you might enjoy our sexual exploits to the limit.” Asami was enjoying himself immensely.



“Sure and pigs fly. This is just one of your games again to torture me. Newsflash for you, you old Yakuza-bastard. I’m done with it. I won’t let you! And why the hell is there a lock.” The kitten was truly outraged now, clumsy fingers fumbling with the metal rings.



“Take it off! Take. It. Off. Now.” He couldn’t believe he was yelling at the top of his lungs at the taller man. Sounding like a crowing rooster. Not leaving an impression. At all. And all Asami did was coming closer. And closer. And… too close.



“I rather like seeing it on you.” Tongue lapping at an overly sensitive earlobe.



“It is sexy…” Words being breathed into his ears.



“… and naughty…” Teeth nibbling at his throat.



“…seductive…” Fingers playing with his nipples.



“… and it’ll help you stop ejaculating prematurely.” Mouth crashing down on his, sucking his whole being into the other man. Akihito whimpered helplessly under the onslaught of skilled lips, hands indecently arousing his powerless body.



Asami let go of the boy, turning the boneless mass of him around again to continue his ministrations. His hands were now working in a steady pace on the pet’s arousal, massaging the balls notably forced down in his sac, while expertly making his shaft swell up to its full glory. Akihito was grinding his ass into his erection, arching his back, desperately holding on to the metal bar, searching for his release.



“Not yet, my pet. Not yet.” The cruel words washed over the photographer, not really taking hold in his brain, just making him hot all over again. He needed the man. Asami. Now. Inside of him.



Pushing further back, he tried to impale himself on Asami, but didn’t succeed.



Asami would have laughed at the clumsy attempts of his pet to get him to thrust into his tight ass, if he weren’t a bit short of breath himself. His boy was too hot. He moaned and pushed against him, rubbing his tempting ass over his penis, while at the same time humping the hand holding his cock for maximum friction. He wouldn’t make it that easy for the boy. He still needed to be punished a bit more.



He pulled back a bit more, biting into a tempting earlobe, soothing it with his tongue.



“Stay where you are and don’t move. I’ll be right back for you.” Akihito almost screamed in frustration when he felt Asami pull away from him.



“No. Don’t. More. I need…”



“Yes, I know you need more and you will get it. Wait here. And. Don’t. Move.” The way he emphasized the last three words sent another shiver through him, almost making him come from them alone. He bucked against the wall, the cock-ring effectively keeping him on the edge.



Poor pet. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what else he had in store for him. It was hard leaving him alone in the shower, his hips undulating craving the invasion, panting from the sexual tension that had built up. But he didn’t have a choice. The kitten was in need of the toys…



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