ASAHI.

Test.

— against it; hovering exactly on the boundary. “How do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” (@C06Uchida)

— the damp, taut skin of his back, and I began to rub; slow and gentle. Meanwhile, the other hand gently guided my tip to his rim; pressing the hard, sensitive crown against the slick, hidden heat of his entrance. I didn't plunge in. Instead, I began to teasingly rub —

Through @D03Asahi's shoulder, he pushed him down to the table; no more professionalism at work for we are all about to disband, no? ⠀⠀⠀“Speak. What do you want?”

Then, without warning, my other hand came up and slapped him—hard. “I adore you,” I whispered, leaning close enough to feel the heat of his breath, “but don’t mistake my affection for endless patience.” (@C06Uchida)

— spitting it directly into his face. The crimson mess streaked down his cheek, and I never once lost my smile. “Is that how you beg? Goodness, darling. You’re so cute.” My thumb reached up and cupped his cheek mockingly, smearing the bloodied spit across his skin. —

@C06Uchida Don’t want you to slip from my fingers.

@D03Asahi You're unexpectedly clingy.

Ouch.

@C06Uchida Kiss you mwa.

@D03Asahi …?

@C06Uchida Lick.

@D03Asahi Iich.

“You’re such a darling, aren’t you? Try to beg. I might give you more.” I let the silence stretch; waiting for him to shatter his pride for the pleasure I held hostage in my hand. (@C06Uchida)

𝘼𝙝. I didn’t just want to take him; 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆. I wanted to dismantle his control piece by piece, to shatter him completely until his mind was completely filled with the need for me and me only.