A ping sound barely interrupted him as he made his way down the flat stomach, one hand rummaging in the pocket of his bathrobe for the mobile phone he’d fished out of the boy’s bag on his way to get food and drink.
#MOVES LIKE JAGGER LINE DANCING SKIN#
Asami smiled against the warm, silky skin and sucked in the pretty little nub, reveling in the boy’s sweet little moans. The boy stirred and thrust out his chest impatiently.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against a pink nipple. But for tonight, virginal white was the perfect choice for his rosebud. He couldn’t wait to see him in the exquisite creations now waiting in the walk-in closet next door – the red lace teddy and black fishnet body stocking especially would set off the boy’s perfectly made form and flawless skin. He gently set him down and sat admiring the way his taut young body looked in the snowy white babydoll. Satisfied at last, he relaxed against the strong chest behind him, closed his eyes and purred.Īsami looked downed at the boy in his arms, amazed at how beautiful he was, even with his lashes still damp and dried tear tracks running down his peach-bloom cheeks. In between bites Asami gave him sips of chilled champagne, and before long a feeling of well-being began to spread over his body and he let himself be held and fed and stroked like a pampered cat. Next came a mini lemon tart, followed by a thumb-size truffle coated in cocoa powder. The memory was so vivid and powerful that when Asami raised the strawberry to his lips, he accepted it without protest. Instantly strong arms scooped him up into a sitting position and Akihito felt himself transported to the outdoor balcony of Club Verve, where these same arms had cradled him and the same voice now talking to him had murmured soothingly into his ear. Compounding his misery, his stomach chose that very moment to rumble loudly.Īkihito closed his eyes, arched his neck and wailed. He tried to stifle a rising sob and the effort sent pain shooting from his abused bottom. Unfortunately, those thoughts stirred memories of the wicked things the man had done to him in this very bed and in the huge tub in the bathroom afterward, and somehow this made him even harder.
Akihito turned his face away, his mind screaming that Asami was the one who was insatiable and evil and perverted. “You’re insatiable,” the yakuza whispered and leaned down to kiss him. Asami’s eyes followed his and the photographer could feel as well as hear his chuckle. Perhaps it was a spontaneous reaction to having a warm body so close to him, or perhaps it was the residual effect of the aphrodisiac Asami had used on him earlier-but he was unmistakably, undeniably aroused. But even worse than the obscene ensemble was the fact that he was sporting the beginning of a boner.
As if the sheerness of the fabric wasn’t enough, the dainty top sported cutouts where a woman’s breasts would be and the panties were crotchless. He was wearing some sort of lingerie top made from snowy white lace, matching panties and a pair of lace-covered handcuffs around his wrists. Tearing his eyes away from the mesmerizing golden orbs, he looked down his own body and gasped. After what seemed like an eternity, something cool touched his lips and his eyes jerked open to find Asami’s face a few inches from his, their lips separated only by a plump, bright red strawberry. He continued to feign sleep even though his senses were abuzz and he was almost trembling with anticipation. The photographer swallowed hurriedly and squeezed his eyes shut as the man turned and lowered his bathrobe-clad body on the edge of the bed. Turning his head toward the source of the noise, he saw Asami put two champagne flutes on the bedside table, his other hand holding a large plate filled with colorful little pastries, chocolate truffles and fresh strawberries. All recognizable characters belong to their creator.Īkihito woke to the sound of clinking glass. Summary: Impoverished young photographer Takaba Akihito goes to a ball and meets his prince.ĭisclaimer: I don't own VF or the Cinderella story. HollerinThanks, n_hara, for reminding me to post this chapter, originally published on Yamane Ayano community last year.
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