Kizami x Kurosaki

Part 1

Please excuse any mistakes, part of this was written on my phone without auto correct.
I know mistakes are displeasing, my sincerest apologies 

'I should probably leave now..' I say hesitantly, knowing he won't take it well. I dont look over my shoulder to observe the image I know is unfolding. Yuuya, leant against his bed pillows, about to plead with those gorgeous puppy eyes of his. Total deception, of course. I shift on the edge of his bed where I've sat through a whole movie with my best friend, despite his growing needy mood. The thought of Yuuya asking me to stay turns my stomach, as the growing possibility of his inner most thoughts come closer to becoming a reality with every passing moment. 'Kamen, look at me,' he whines from behind me. I place my feet lightly on the floor, ready to stand. 'No,' I say firmly, taking a regrettable moment longer before rising. 'But you can't leave,' Yuuya's voice is suddenly beside my ear, a snake's sly whisper shivering down my spine. The tone in his voice is sinister and lustful, and my stomach sinks as I can't help feeling my miniscule window to escape has long since passed. I clear the fear from my throat before repeating my need to depart, but before I can stand, strong, cold hands begin slowly sliding chillingly over my shoulders and onto my chest. I shiver with disgust at his touch, though some twisted part of me keeps me from moving from Yuuya's grasp. Either that or it is fear freezing me in this uncomfortability. I sigh, defeat entering me with a new breath, and Yuuya tightens his arms around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. A cold, wet instrument slugs its way up my neck; he's licking me. I bite my lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. However I can't help but gasp as Yuuya's tongue reaches the back of my ear. 'Yuuya no,' I say as firmly as my frightened body can manage. 'But oh how I have fetishised such a moment, my little uke.' With one arm keeping me against his chest, Yuuya uses the other to snake up my torso and grab my my non existant breast. His digging fingers hurt, and I squirm under his hold. 'Sadist,' I hiss. Yuuya simply agrees with me as the warm breath of his low moans breezes past my ear. He takes in a sharp breath as he fondles my chest, followed by an orgasmic moan. 'And I am not your uke.' This of course, is probably the worst thing I could have said. Yuuya is much bigger and a whole lot stronger than me, and has no trouble forcefully shoving me off of his bed and skillfully landing his hands onto my chest, pinning me to the floor. 'Ahh this hurts, you bastard!' his large, heavy hands are pressing painfully into my ribcage. Yuuya shoves a knee inbetween my crotch, and presses his hands impossibly harder into my torso. At last, after a low scream on my part, he lets off and allows me to breathe. 'You do not disrespect me, uke.' With no warning, he lands a Bitch of a scratch across my cheek. Within seconds I can feel beads of blood pricking from my skin. To my utter disgust, Yuuya leans down to lick the blood over my face. 'How you still yearn,' he states incorrectly. 'In your dreams,' I hiss, and brace myself for more undeserved pain. Yuuya pulls briefly away from my face, his hands pinning my own to the floor. 'Oh yeah?' He teases, effortlessly moving my arms above my head to capture both of my wrists in one of his large hands. 'But, what if I touch you here?' he asks, gently poking my nipple. Although I am still fully clothed, his touch is as haunting as if I were as nakid as he is imagining. 'Or, here?' he slowly runs his fingertips up my thigh, and my body tenses in anticipation. his hand still placed high up my thigh, yuuya leans in to gently pinch the skin of my neck between his teeth. I suck in a sharp breath, followed by a low moan as I feel his soft lips kissing the bite mark. 'How do you do it? how do you suddenly have me pinned beneath you, moaning on the floor?' my literal description of my disbelief at the situation clearly pleases yuuya, as he lets out a quiet hiss, his breath ghosting along my neck. 'because underneath that sinful facade, you want me.' in a sudden mix of light kisses and a disgusting but oh so delightful tongue on my neck, I feel my body beginning to betray me. 'ugh, god,' I moan, partly from pleasure, but more so to the fact that I'm allowing this to happen. I can't deny my best friends blinding sex appeal, or the power of his seduction, and being honest I have pictured this situation a few times.. it still just feels wrong. I come back to realisation as I note the loss of contact on my abused neck, and see Yuuya's face directly above mine, inches away. 'silly Kurosaki, telling me all his weak spots.' his hot breath spills over my cheeks as he grins down at me, his eyes glazed over with a hint of something darker hiding within them. He leans in closer. if possible, to slowly trail a smooth line with his tongue from my jaw line right to the corner of my lips. His hand starts squeezing my thigh, painfully, possessively. Yet my body still goes against my better judgement. I feel my pants becoming tighter as Yuuya's hand is massaging my thigh. he licks my bottom lip as he moves his hand the last bit up my thigh, so it is ghosting over my growing erection. my lips part in a silent moan, and he applies the tiniest amount of pressure to my buldge. A loud, shaky breath escapes my lips, and my eyes flutter momentarily. I open them and focus them on Yuuya's, less two inches away. 'Youre barely touching me, and look at me,' I whisper, my remark making my evil friends smirk widen. 'Oh, I could stop if you like, but something tells me that's not what you want.' I sigh, knowing he's right. Yuuya bites his bottom lip through his grin before asking the most fatal of questions. 'do you submit?' he accompanies this with another move of his hand on my crotch, rubbing me slowly through my jeans. my mind is screaming no, but my lips just won't make out the word. my animalistic brain is taking over. 'Yes,' I whisper, and my heart sinks. 'good boy,' yuuya purrs as he moves his lips over to my ear, not so gently biting my lobe. his hand is now at a steady pace, gliding over my jean covered crotch, and I feel his tongue dart out to the shell of my ear. I shudder, my body taking over. 'Yuua.. oh god... you're so evil,' I moan out inbetween short breaths. 'Mmmm, I know,' he says, before moving away to straddle my waist, his fingertips clutching at the bottom of my shirt. he starts to lift it over my torso, and I raise my arms up to help it get the rest of the way off. He throws the crumbled tee to the side, followed by his own. 'ive only just noticed how warm it is in here,' I note ironically after an item of clothing has been removed. Yuuya's hands are on my waist, and he's glaring down at me with that evil, sexy smirk. 'its been this warm all evening, I wanted to make you sweat. I see that it worked,' he says, amused, trailing a finger up my torso. 'say my name again.' his voice is low and full of lust and hot desire. I pause for a moment, before obeying his wish. I look right into his eyes as his name ghosts past my lips, 'Yuua.'. He chuckles and leans his head down to my right nipple, poking his tongue out to taste it. I gasp before he takes it fully in his mouth, licking and sucking at it feverishly. 'i can think of a better place for that mouth,' I moan, and its only when Yuuya's head snaps up that o realised I said it out loud. I feel my eyes widen, awaiting my crazed best friends reaction. 'What was that kurosaki?' thankfully, that sinful grin is still on his face, hopefully meaning he's not mad at my remark. he leans back down to my ear. 'you little whore, I'm going to make you scream from that pretty little mouth of yours.' This is when his lips move to collide with mine, hungry and powerful. after amoment he bits my bottom lip, hard, which causes my mouth to fall open, and his tongue slips in, invading. With the intensity of the kiss I barley notice him undoing my jeans.
As his teeth are grazing over my tongue, I try to wriggle from underneath him, a sudden panic setting in. Although my body undeniably wants this, my mind is beginning to whisper the reality of what is (inevitably) going to happen. At last the kiss stops, but only for a moment. I look up to my best friend, grinning down at me with that all too sexy psychotic little smile. I feel that he has succeeded in undoing my pants, and is beginning to slide them down my waist. ‘Yuuya, wait I-’ Before I can continue, his lips are back on mine, crushing into my mouth. I groan into his hot orifice, and I feel his grip on my pants tighten. ‘Kurosaki,’ he whispers, pulling away from the surprisingly gentle kiss. He says nothing for a moment, simply glaring at me with nothing but lust and wanting in his gaze. He slowly moves his mouth to my ear, and for a second lets his scolding breath ghost over the sensitive skin. ‘Kurosaki, you submitted. There’s no turning back,’ his words are followed by another lick to my ear, slowly dragging his tongue up the ultra-sensitive skin where my ear connects to my face. I can’t help but moan, feeling the final pang of defeat. God dammit. He slowly moves away from my face, moving down my body, dragging his tongue down with him too of course, and pulling my pants the rest of the way off as he does so. ‘My little prince,’ he hisses as his face stops to rest at my navel.
‘You are such a pervert,’ I remark. Yuuya chuckles, the sound travelling from deep within his throat. He then nips at the skin right above my belly button, rolling it around between his teeth. I wince in discomfort, but know better than to say anything. He continues to swirl slow, sloppy circles around my navel, bringing his hands up to massage my waist. His motions are hot, and heavy, a subtle reminder of his strength. Once he is happy he has tortured my abdomen enough, he begins planting little sucking kisses down to the rim of my boxers. Just the feeling of his hot breath spilling through the fabric and onto my painful erection sends me into a long, low moan.