Thread: [ king of yaoi + aeichii ] Ouch.

? ? ? To The ? u d Of ? That ? ? My Waking ? He didn't have a job, but all the same he was able to make some money on the side with the way he was. A few had heard about his kinks, wishing to use them as best they could. They did. Taking the other up on offers of murder and assassinations when the lunatic was up to it. No need for him to go out without a purpose, so it was understandable that the slew of killings that had sprung up from his hunger had called the attention of a few crime bosses, each wishing to use the man in their own way. Occasionally he would take a job, getting enough money to live well with the other in the apartment. Holding some remorse for the boy as to not push everything on him, when in truth he forced it on the other when he could. Why do such a thing? Because he loved him, he wanted the other to excel no matter what he was doing, but all the same stay as his until the day he died. At least that was how he felt about it now, when in due time he could change his opinion of the boy and string him up against a lamppost outside for being so stupid as to fall in love with him. His light eyes rested on the other as he let out a slew of sounds that excited the man whom heard them, his pupils widening some from the thought of ecstasy that would at sometime soon erupt through his body while rocketing out the other side. He had taken care this time not to destroy the boy's clothing, one for being as rough as he could at times. He had been known to literally rip the clothing off when his urges arose in such a manner, nails scrapping against his skin so heavily that both the boy's insides and his legs bled heavily from what he did. His eyes rode up the other's body as the boy changed the way things where going, his own fingers had started to play with the boy's clothing to take it off, but it seemed the other wanted to help as he started at his shirt- his body pressing against him. Slowly Bakuya was led back, rather that to the wall they where at the couch, his rear hitting the seat softly before he laid down. Yes he was in a rather good mood to act accordingly, otherwise he would have stripped the other bare and roughly forced it onto the boy until all his holes bore the signs of blood as they trickled the red liquid slowly out from each. With the other done with his shirt he had started on the attack, teeth going to Bakuya's pants. The other was in a good mood as well, most likely due to the fiend that he called a lover whom was showing signs of letting up and being somewhat gentle now. With that the other had slowly unzipped his pants, giving way to the member that rode within. It had been stimulated some, but not much more than that and stood silently waiting for more affection to be lavished upon it. Finally with a sharp gasp he let out his own way to relay that he was pleased with it all, a soft low moan coming from his lips as the other's face went against his member. Moving back and forth to stimulate it so. This was something rare, but all the same started to alight the other's hunger even more as he slowly sat up, eyes closed to small slits from the pleasure he had been given. The other was able to unravel him with the way he was, then again- that was understandable since Bakuya only let Aiko touch him the way that he did. Otherwise he'd snap others in half for trying. Raising up, he pressed a hungry kiss to the other's lips as his fingers gripped at the pockets to his pants, wrenching the fabric down so that his pale thighs and hips where in sight of the already naked boy atop him. It was fair enough as he started to kiss down the other's neck, a hand going immediately to the other's balls to stretch its digits upon them lovingly. He would feel the child up, caressing each spot as he continued- a hand riding up the inner thigh of the other as he went. Yes he would make the other beg for him and he would answer with a lust and loving session of pain and pleasure. One tease, one touch at a time.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu B . A . K . U . Y . A . ? G . I . N .