Yuichiro glanced over when something caught his curious eye. It was written in red ink, which was strange because everything else was in black. He got to catch a few words... "I want to take hold of that fragile little-" ...before he saw the door open and close in an instant before he was met with glowing blue eyes, dark with lust and completely lost in a hazy rage. At that moment, he knew he messed up.
He was on the floor panting one minute, and the next, he was pinned to the wall.
Yuichiro felt his back being pressed against the cold surface of the concrete wall. A gasp was pulled out of him, and for a couple of seconds, the wind was knocked out of him. Mikaela was only a few inches away from his face, and he could hear the low growl rumbling deep within the other's chest, he could feel the vibrations against his body.
His wrists were torn from his sides and placed above his head. When they met, Mikaela pushed them together and took hold of them with one hand, using his free hand to grip onto a clump of Yuichiro's hair and pull his head to the side.
"M-Mika-" Yuichiro protested weakly, trying to squirm out of Mikaela's hold. He realized he could neither go left or right thanks to the lack of freedom when regarding his captured wrists, his only option was to try to slide down against the wall. He squinted his eyes shut, and on a count of three, ducked down, but... he was quickly met with resistance. Yuichiro felt a hard thigh push in between his legs, pressing up hard against his crotch.
He was trapped in all directions.
Yuichiro let out a small, high-pitched squeak in reaction to the sudden pressure against his length, which quickly morphed into pleasure when Mikaela began grinding his knee into him suggestively.
Mikaela let go of his wrists in favor of running his hands down Yuichiro's body needily. Yuichiro felt like his skin was burning under Mikaela's roaming hands, the feeling forced him to stifle small moans and gasps. For a minute, Yuichiro was beginning to enjoy this intimate moment with his loved one, but then he was confused and fearful again when Mikaela suddenly stopped and dragged his hands up his body to take hold of his wrists again and pinned them beside his head, separately this time.
Mikaela leaned over to his ear and nibbled the shell of it for a few seconds before whispering...
"You're mine, Yuu-chan."
Yuichiro shuddered, a hot blush spreading across his cheeks. He shied away from the touch, feeling bashful for a second, but then things took a turn.
Mikaela moved down, trembling with what looked like excitement, but then again, with the boy's recent behavior, the possibility that he was on the brink of going completely insane seemed relatively plausible. He placed his lips on the crook of Yuichior's neck, and then it finally hit him, what Mikaela was really about to do.
"Ah- W-Wait!" Yuichiro cried, but when he felt Mikaela begin to lick at his neck, he knew that he wasn't going to change his mind.
He felt his entire body begin to burn where Mikaela was touching him, fear bubbling in his chest. He'd never been in this situation before, he wasn't ready for it. He would be willing to give as much blood to Mikaela as the vampire wished for if it met making him even a little bit happy, but he didn't expect the first time to play out like this.
Even though he knew that Mikaela wasn't going to hurt him, he still couldn't stop the way his entire being began to shake at the feeling of being forced into submission like this, though if he truly disliked that part, he didn't know. It was just that, his entire life, he was scared of those fangs, even now, he was scared of them. And when- when he felt those fangs prick his skin-
Yuichiro let out a choked sob, displaying the shock he was currently feeling. Then, he felt sharp teeth break his skin and push into his flesh. His eyes widened in surprise, the foreign feeling causing sharp pain, but then there was something else-
