WARNING!! CONTAINS LEMON. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH GETTING NOSEBLEEDS, TURN BACK NOW !!
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soraru's p.o.v.
It was dark.
The last thing I remember was passing out on my computer table while working on a new song.
Something was covering my eyes. I reached to-
Huh? I pull my arm once more, Am I tied to something?
I shifted a bit more, feeling slightly cold. Is the AC on?
"Ma.." My voice croaked out. "..Mafu?"
No response was heard.
Feeling uncomfortable, I start to try getting myself free.
As I moved a bit more, I realized something.
I had no clothes on.
I start to panic, What's going on? What's happening?
As if on cue, a door clicks and humming sounded through the room.
Chiisaku yureta himawari
Sayonara mo ienai mama..
Mafu's singing had stopped as he shut the door. I gulped, and silence had enveloped the room.
I hear him giggle as he set something on a table. "I see you're awake now, Soraru-san."
"Mafu, what's.. What's going on?" I nervously said, unconsciously pulling my arms to create noise.
"Ah, you must be scared. Here, I'll help you." I hear footsteps coming closer, and a sudden weight had appeared on my right side.
He unties something behind my head, and I could still hardly see anything.
It was dark in the room, but I could easily see Mafu, who is near my face, holding a cloth.
"There. It's only me, Soraru-san." He smiles sweetly at me, but that didn't exactly comfort me.
The fact that I'm actually tied to the bed, naked, is still bothering me.
He notices that I'm still stiff, and goes closer to me.
"It's alright, Soraru-san." He whispers into my ear, making me shiver. "You've been overworking yourself nowadays. Let me take care of you this time."
He smiles once more before he kisses me.
Mafu, I thought as I give into his kisses, Your way of taking care of me is unusual, but I appreciate it.
He stops kissing me and caresses my cheek, staring at me lovingly.
He starts to kiss my cheek, going down to my neck.
I slightly moan as he bites a certain part, feeling him smirk against my skin.
He stops leaving bitemarks and hickeys to untie my hands, "Your wrists.. They're hurting, aren't they?"
