Professor's baby - VII

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"Hmmm feel good ahhhmmnnn," Kuroko opens his eyes to a blurry vision. He could not make out where he was but the good feeling rapids thrust inside his stomach seemed to occupy his mind. His head went 360 degrees as soon as he let that good feeling comprised his body and the heat of his warm yet sweaty body made him feel slicker than ever. His eyes gazed back in curiosity.

His bright blue eyes meet with red eyes.

Dazzling, he try to make out who the man was but ...

"Tetsuya?"

Just that voice tugged him to his orgasm. Gasping and breathing hard, his eyes seek that red ruby in the dark. Pushing him down as he hop on top getting a closer look with his blurred sight, his hands greedily examine his face, bone of structure captured on his palm as his ass grind against something hard. He couldn't care less what they are doing, but he just wanted to see that face of rubies hidden below the dark cave. The noticeable grin burns a passionate flame inside of Kuroko's heart and just like that he was snatched under him before he can even further investigate him... more... more. Kuroko gripped his hold on his back, nails sharp as a knife drugged the skins of a board back, and kisses sweet as poison made him addicted, but none of them matter to him. Who? Who is the person who gave him all these feelings he had never felt before? White cotton muffled his moans, his stomach fill up, his body surrendered and he lost his mind. Their distant eyes connected, Kuroko's warm hands touched those warm cheeks, touched his soft short red hairs, lingered his fingers through his ear shape, his jawline, his thin lip, his bridge nose, and his red ruby... he could get lost in them forever and wouldn't mind. Giggled to himself, a smiles so rare, rarer than a chance of a snowstorm in a summer haze he wouldn't know appeared to make him weak.

A blush barely noticeable flushing past through his lighted skin, "What's the matter?" Soft touches brush against his sensitive skin, but his mind was lost in that voice. His heart beat fast. He is going to melt away and become one with him.

"Ano... Seijurou... make me yours," Those three words made Kuroko regrettably say as he was met with a pleasurably long night. He feel as if he was in heaven every second.

Eh?






















Eh?





















Eh?!!!

Kuroko couldn't understand what was happening in front of him. He is certain that is not him. There is no way he could reveal his whole self to a stranger!!! Where is he!!! He glanced around. Mess here. Mess there. Mess everywhere. As expected it was the hotel room he left not long ago. He noticed his body was glowing and transparent as if were a shadow passing by.

If that is the case, what in front of him is a mere dream of that night? Kuroko covered his eyes from the terror present in front of him. He didn't want to admit that he was a bit slightly curious but no way he would act like that. He cringes at the scene and is second-hand embarrassed. He will not admit that's how it went, over his dead body! Kuroko is in denial. He chose not to believe anything. He turns away from the scene as he finds a way to get out of this dream he wants nothing to do with! Maybe he should jump out of the window? Isn't that how one dream ended when the protagonist dies? Well, it is not bad to try. Kuroko shuddered in his own voice. Why is it so loud? He dares not to look back, but he can't help... to look back.

"Ahrmgg, no more, Seijurou, ah ha ha I can't breath," What in the hardcore world is this? Kuroko regretted peeking. His teeth gritted. He hated that smirk on the man's face and that satisfied grin. He clenched his fist ready for punches. Seijurou my ass! Kuroko tried to calm his tit down, but just the thought of that man's face throbbed in his chest. I'm gonna jump now! Kuroko prepared for a run when he suddenly feel a chill behind his back, eyes so predator hunting his prey. Kuroko gulped too scared to look. He knows that red-headed demonic eyes are tugging him. Tch, Kuroko clenched his hands. He has no time to waste standing here. He needs to end the dream soon. Closing his eyes, with all his weight he smashes the windows...

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