Playing Games With The Billionaire (KageHina)

28 - Fire Ignited

Shoyo nodded mutely, feeling a little shy suddenly.

His nerves had eased, leaving a warm feeling of anticipation to take hold of his being. He slipped off Tobio's lap and let him exit the vehicle first.

Of course, when Shoyo went to exit the limo, he tripped on the edge of the floor and went flying out, face first.

He mentally cursed his own clumsiness as he prepared for his inevitable face plant only to be met with cloth instead of concrete.

Tobio's booming laugh filled what appeared to be an underground garage before he hefted Shoyo up into his arms bridal style and moved towards an elevator.

The orange haired photographer flushed a deep red even as he wound his arms around his boyfriend's neck. He was glad that the other man found his clumsiness funny instead of annoying like most people did but it was still embarrassing.

"Don't worry, Shoyo. I'll always catch you," Tobio purred into his ear as they waited for the elevators.

"That's cheesy as hell," Shoyo mumbled in response as he let the other man nuzzle affectionately against the side of his face.

"It makes it no less true."

Further conversation was interrupted by the ding of the elevator and Shoyo wasn't the least bit surprised when Tobio hit the button for the top floor.

Reclusive billionaire bachelor and all that.

Except, not a bachelor anymore.

A thrill of happiness flooded through him again and he had to wonder if he would always feel like a school girl with a crush when it came to Tobio.

The soft, warm atmosphere came to an abrupt change as they reached the requested floor and entered the penthouse.

The air around them ramped up from feelings of gentle affection to hot desire and need in the span of seconds.

Tobio placed him down before using his bulk to crowd Shoyo back against a wall. His air of aloofness was gone and replaced by the look of a starving man just served up the most delicious feast.

Hands bracketed him against the wall, preventing escape, and he loomed close. His eyes were dark and hot with promise but Tobio didn't close the gap between them, instead, they stood locked in a motionless moment mere centimeters apart.

"Nervous?" Tobio's voice dropped even lower than his normal baritone and the huskiness sent Shoyo's pulse spiking.

"Yes."

There was no use denying it.

He wasn't completely innocent, he had an ex boyfriend anyway, and though it was just one person, he had fooled around with him enough to be not that innocent. But nothing he had experienced had stolen his breath with such ease and made him want to abandon himself to the heat like this man did.

It was like playing with fire; so hot it burned but it felt so good you didn't care.

Shoyo had seen glimpses of the real Kageyama Tobio under his gentlemanly appearance for the cameras but it still thrilled him to see the predator come to the fore.

As much as he adored their moments of shared sweetness- the cheerful meals, the reading together, the stolen naps- this hot passion was the only thing hinted at that he had yet to fully experience.

"I am indeed nervous... but I want it."

With that, Shoyo tip toed, closed the distance between them and sealed their lips together.

Tobio didn't hesitate to push the smaller man back against the wall, covering his body with his own as their lips clashed together.

It was as heated as their first make out session on the mansion's roof but this time, they would go even further. He groaned as the other man sucked on his tongue before tearing away with a dark smirk.

Large hands gripped his ass and hoisted him into the air. Shoyo tightened his grip around Tobio's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist.

He supposed he shouldn't be surprised at how easily the man could manhandle him, he had seen the muscle definition adorning his partner's body on more than one occasion. Plus, he had carried him inside with ease.

As Tobio walked them through his apartment, Shoyo took a moment to peek around but it was just as fancy, and well, boring, as he expected.

The man needed some colour around the place. The sleek modern look was nice but almost hotel like. What he needed were a few nice photographs on the wall.

His musing was interrupted as they entered a bedroom and Tobio sat down on the edge of a huge bed.

Shoyo set to attempting to unbutton his boyfriend's shirt but his fingers were trembling and he struggled with the small buttons. Larges hands covered his own and stopped his movements.

"It's okay, I'll do it. Don't stress, just let me take care of you."

"No," Shoyo said with a grumpy pout as he batted the man's hands away.

The entire time in the mansion, Tobio's focus had been on Shoyo and not himself. Thrice he had gotten him off while ignoring his own very obvious desires.

While that was what was best at the time, he certainly would not sit back and let Tobio do all the work this time too. Besides, there was something he wanted to do.

"This is an equal partnership. That's part of what that 'love is in the details' thing means. We are equal but you've been taking care of me without thought to yourself the last few times. So now, it's my turn."

"And you've been taking care of me in other ways," Tobio shot back.

Shoyo ignored him in favour of sliding the shirt off his shoulders.

"Equal doesn't always mean giving the exact same things. What you give doesn't matter as much as how much you are giving to the other," the man continued.

"Look," Shoyo said with a frustrated snarl as he tried and failed to remove the other man's belt. "I'm glad that you learned the lesson but right now, I want you to remove this stupid thing so I can suck your dick."

He slid backwards off the other man's lap and held back a giggle at the speed with which Tobio removed his own belt. He paused for a moment as though considering something before standing and shucking off the rest of his clothing, leaving him standing completely naked in front of Shoyo.

Eyeing the large monstrosity that was Tobio's cock, he gestured for the other man to sit back and he did so without an inch of shame or embarrassment.

In fact, dark blue eyes stared down at him intently and Shoyo wondered if Tobio had spent as much time fantasizing about this as he had.

He shuffled forward to settle between the other man's spread thighs and tentatively reached out to stroke a hand across the large appendage.

Would it even fit in his mouth?

Not that it mattered.

Tongue still felt pretty good, right?