S C A N D A L

Chapter Thirty-Six

When Shiro awoke the next morning, almost instantly afterward, he felt a fleeting touch in his most sensual places that he thought he was still dreaming. He was only vaguely aware that Kurou helped him get cleaned up before falling into a deep slumber. But now, Shiro's sensitivities were so acutely awakened, as he moaned loudly, straining his head against the pillow, which seemed to react in response to the reason that drew his legs farther apart.

"Kurou..." he huffed, the way Kurou's head bobbed produced a rainbow of lush, colorful activity between his trembling thighs.

All of his senses were heightened. His hearing, in particular, seemed keener than ever. He was becoming more and more aware of the sounds he had never noticed before. Unconsciously, Shiro's hand ran through his hair and arched his body as Kurou flicked his tongue to his hard-on. Smiling at the desire he could see on Shiro's face, he began to lick from the base of his cock to the tip...

"No..." Shiro bit his lower lip.

Kurou grinned and raised his body, dropping kisses everywhere as he worked his way up. "Yes," he answered, leaning down to kiss and lick Shiro's chests, lapping hungrily at them with long, lingering strokes of his tongue, circling aimlessly round and round the pink buds.

He knew that Shiro's need could overtake him at any moment and Kurou shuddered in excitement for what was to come. He always wanted to do this. To wake him up in such a manner and feel him clung to him with a desperate little cry. Shiro was so pretty underneath him and he felt fortunate that he was the only one who could see it. He was so fortunate that he never wanted to share this view with anyone else...

Kurou would've bathed himself with his presence and made love to him once again when a knock tapped at the door. Seriously? That was all he could tell himself as he forced himself to pull away from Shiro. With Shiro's snowy body filled with red marks, Kurou immediately shielded him with the blanket. Shiro only yawned and snuggled comfortably into the cozy bed and quickly went back to sleep as if what they were doing earlier was nothing but a sensual dream. Kurou only smiled as he gazed down at him and touched his cheek with his finger softly. Then, he slipped into the velvet bathrobe and reminded himself to calm down as he headed for the door.

"This better be good," he spoke in an extremely reasonable, almost reproving tone of voice. "Or I will kick you straight to where it hurts."

Masaru Miura, who was impervious of the bother he caused to his young master, said with an impassive voice, "Coitus interruptus again?"

"I will punch you in the face."

"Touché." As Kurou was about to step outside of the room, Masaru quickly raised both of his hands. "Calm down!"

"Be quiet!" Kurou cautiously looked behind him and closed the door. "Shiro's sleeping. What do you want?"

"Ah, bocchan, do you know what time it is? It's seven frigging in the morning!"

"Who cares? Let Shiro sleep."

"Sure, Shiro-sama can sleep as long as he wants. But you should really get up! Also, we have some news."

The moment his secretary mentioned this, Kurou had a notion of what was it about since he sort of expected this. "Is it bad or good?"

Masaru thought for a moment. "Define good?"

"Masa!"

"Fine! What would you say if I tell you that...the whole family sort of...knew about...or probably guessed since it isn't hard to guess anyway..."

"Just get to the fucking point!"

"Okay. Well, Shiro's stepmother spoke to a couple of reporters and she casually told them that Shiro gave her all the jewelry the Matsumoto family had given to him as a gift."