Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

12-Alleyway

He had a light taste of spearmint on his tongue and
by the way he rubbed your own with it, it appeared
as if he wanted you to sense it.

Kenma kept going at it, with no mercy, not a
second to let you breathe. When you attempted to
pull back he only gripped your neck harder,
crashing his lips against yours more aggressively.
You were certain that from the firmness of his
grasp on your skin he most definitely left a mark.

And what continued to visit your thoughts, was
how careless Kenma was knowing a person could,
even though it was unlikely, walk down the alley
and catch you both in the act.

Some part of you wasn't as stunned as you knew
who you were dealing with. Kenma who suggested
the game in the first place just because you
challenged his sexual skills.

He was the boy who detested the devastating
feeling of loss so of course he wasn't hesitating to
win those five points.

Kenma had finally pulled back, a string of saliva
was connected to your mouths as you detached.
You left your head back on the wall using that
moment to catch your breath furthermore to peer
at the boy stood before you.

Where you trying to kill me?" You huffed, your
glare fuelled by irritation.

"Not yet," Kenma responded.

At first you gently pressed your fingers below your
jaw testing it's soreness levels,
then, brushing over the skin that seemed more
sensitive then before, you caught the attention of
the boy who had left the blemish by the rigidness of
his grab.

You pursed your lips together, for the reason that
Kenma had dove scarcely beneath your mandible,
his tongue grazing over the mark he had left on
your skin. You were certain he did it with an intent
to soothe any throbs he insinuated.
But to be truthful, you liked the feeling of his soft
hands strangling your neck.

It turned you on.

He looked left then right before his gaze met yours.
His eyes suddenly travelled down your body
pausing at your baggy shorts.
He was actually aiming to receive those points and
you couldn't help but worry.

If he didn't hesitate to do it in an alley then what
was his limit?

His palms suddenly slipped under the roomy
material, fighting the durability by stretching it
outwards.
You simply observed quietly wondering what the
boy was inaudibly scheming.
In the beginning, his fingers fiddled with your
undergarment possibly trying to conquer the
pattern, then his index suddenly hooked onto the
metal rings that acted as straps on your laced
underwear, unclipping its link.

You gasped as your underwear began to dangle off
your upper thigh, threatening to fall of down your
leg leg.
Yet, Kenma didn't care to wait for it to take its fall,
he pulled your underwear down from your hip until
it reached your ankle.
You swallowed hard, you couldn't put on a
confident facade because truly you were agitated to
become caught in such a sinful act.

"You-you sure about this?" You faltered, your eyes
already presenting angst.
The boy could smell your anxiousness, and it was
poisonously strong.

He chuckled, relentlessly mocking your panic. He
tucked your lace material in his jacket pocket
before he half heartedly bent down.
The boy put his hands to the back of your thighs,
unexpectedly lifting you upwards. Your back was
leant against the brick wall, your thighs rested on
the boys sides as he body was positioned in
between your legs, but Kenma made sure to grip
onto the back of your thighs to keep you from
falling.

You took a deep breath utterly stunned by his
sudden movement, most of all that he had the
strength to carry you.
However, the boy was using the wall as a partner in
his soon to be delightful erime, as he didn't have to
carry your full weight in the view of the fact that
you were tilted against it.