Shaking your head, you huff. He sits on the small table. Moody, you stand between his legs as you listen to his explanation.
"What?" Ayato pouts as you gently clean a wound on his chest.
"Nothing." Mumbling, you push his shirt from his shoulders to ensure you've cleaned every injury. Looking up, your eyes meet his.
"What's your problem?!" Frowning, he glares at you.
"It'd be great if you could come back, just once, not needing medical attention!" Unable to keep your frustration bottled up, you blurt your words out.
"What's it got to do with you?" Arrogant, he looks over you as you clean dried blood from his face.
"I have to clean up the mess." You throw the dirtied tissue on the table he sits on. His brows furrow deeper as his eyes return to your face.
"I don't get why you're so angry." He watches you closely.
"You're a fucking idiot." Sighing, you absently rest your hands against his thighs. "You really don't get it?"
"Clearly not!" Irate, he leans closer to you. Suddenly nervous, you keep quiet. "So, you gunna talk or what?"
"No." You take a deep breath. "I'm not gunna talk." Hands on his thighs, you push yourself up to reach him. Gently, you place your lips on his. His body stiffens. Hesitant hands move into your hair.
"Get it now?" Smug, you let yourself drop to your feet.
"Mmmm." He hums, eyes opening slowly. "More."
"What?" You tease.
"I want more." A mischievous half smile pulls at his lips as his fingers wrap around your t-shirt. Quickly, he pulls you closer. His lips crash against your. Passionately, he kisses you. Brazenly, your hands skim his thighs as they sneak closer to his area. He hums in approval.
"Get on this table." He growls. "Now." Giggling, you hop up onto the table.
Rough, he pushes you back. Laying down, you wrap your arms around his neck as he positions himself between your legs. His hips grind against yours. Hungrily, his tongue pushes into your mouth and dominates yours. Over come with lust, he rips your t-shirt open. Greedily, he gropes at your breasts as his tongue moves quickly against yours. Your hands move over his bare chest, fingers resting in the waistband of his jeans. His lips leave yours.
"So?" You smirk up at him.
"What?" He teases, biting his lip to tame a grin. Raising an eyebrow, you glare at him. Lips skimming your neck, he quietly chuckles.
"You want me?" His breath tickles your neck as he whispers. Biting your lip, you nod.
"Do you not want me?" Your fingers delicately unbuckle his belt.
"Of course I do." His tongue runs over your neck. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to fuck you."
"Then show me." You purr, freeing him of his trousers.
Quick, he moves off the table. As he does so, he pulls your jeans and underwear with him. Shuffling out of his own clothes, he smirks smugly. His eyes scan your body. Teasing, you slowly remove your bra. Completely naked, you smile flirtatiously at him.
"You're so hot." He groans as he moves between your legs again. You feel your heart race as he rubs his hard member against your heat.
"You must really want me." Whispering, his lips move to your neck again. "You're so wet already. I haven't even touched you."
"Are you gunna fuck me, or what?" Sick of his teasing, you pull him into a hard kiss.
His hips surge forward. A low moan escaping him, he pushes every bit of his large, thick length into you. You let out a loud moan as he moves fast. His rough pounding pushes him against your sensitive area.
"Ah, you feel so good." He moans, nibbling your neck. "So tight."
"A-Ayato." You moan, nails digging into his muscular shoulders. Pleasure absolutely consumes you. His moans are kept quiet as he continues to kiss and nibble your neck. His hips move viciously. Warmth tickles your cheeks as you reach a peak.
"Ah shi-shit-" He groans, relishing your new wetness. "Came already?" His hands move into your hair, making tight fists as he further quickens his pace.
"Let's see if I can get you to do that again." His usual arrogance perforates his voice. You lock your legs around him. His hips piston relentlessly against yours. Rough, he tugs at your hair. Small stings spread across your scalp. The pain wraps beautifully into your pleasure. He can barely breath, relishing each little spasm around his member. Scratching down his back, your body contorts as you climax again. With a loud grunt and moan, he releases powerfully into you. Tenderly, he kisses the tip of your nose.
He hops down from the table. Grabbing your underwear, he stuffs it into his pocket.
"What're you doing?" Eyebrow cocked, you giggle.
"Trophy." He shrugs. Carefully, you drop yourself to the floor. You allow yourself a moment to admire his body as he slips into his jeans. Pulling on your dress, you sigh heavily as you feel your body begin to ache. He wraps his arms around your waist, body pressing against yours.
"I want to promise you something." Resting his head on top of yours, he speaks quietly. "I promise that I'll always come back to you." On your toes, you kiss his cheek.
"With as little damage as possible." You chime. He chuckles.
