Brotherly Hatred | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

Bonus: Roleplay

Kat and I were in my room, going a bit heavy on our make out session. His hands were in my pants, only the thin fabric of my boxers separated my ass from his palms. Like always, I was pinned to a wall, or a bed, or a door, or a table. I don't usually mind, I loved the attention he gave me, and it was less work for my lazy ass.

My arms hung over his shoulders, our bodies pressed closely together, and there was one particular body part I kept feeling against me. I chuckled against his lips and he pulled back to give me a look. "Nothing," I chuckled, "I'm just happy." He smiled and put his mouth on mine once more. Just as I said, I breathed out happily, relaxing into him even further.

After a few heated minutes, my loving partner started to undress me. I rolled my eyes, glancing around my bland room. I knew exactly what he'd do before he even thought of it. I couldn't help rolling my eyes once more when he turned me around and pinned my stomach against the desk.

He shimmied my pants off and I purposefully made it a hassle for him. He growled and smacked my ass, "hey!" I squawked and he chuckled like the asshole he was. "It's fun watching you get frustrated."

I looked back over my shoulder and saw his sly smirk, "I could say the same thing, but for an entirely different reason." Such a fucking pervert. To think, if I'd never met him, I'd be straight as an arrow. Honestly, I don't even know how that even works. His lips trailed up my spine and I hummed, pushing all useless thoughts from my head.

After a few more minutes and about a half dozen hickies, I felt his bare body press up against mine. I sighed, but not in as much content as I normally would. He seemed to catch on and leaned his chin on my shoulder, "what's wrong?" His fingers danced on my hip, and I knew he was anxious to get going. So was I, trust me, I was fucking feening, but I had something on my mind.

"Why don't you ever let me top?"

He hummed lowly, "I didn't know you wanted to that badly." He rubbed against me and I hummed, closing my eyes.

"It's not that I really want to, I just thought you were trying to dominate me or something."

He hands circled underneath me, one moving up and holding me by the shoulder. My stomach lifted off the desk and I glanced at Kat over my shoulder, his lips just a few inches from my own. "From what I know, you love to be dominated." I shivered at his husky voice, swallowing hard. "Besides, I'm bigger than you, anyway."

I scoffed, but it probably didn't look that impressive with my flushed complexion. "Barely."

He hummed and nibbled on my neck, rubbing against me again. I sighed and closing my eyes. "You wanna know my favorite reason why I like you at bottom?" I hummed and felt his tip push inside of me. My eyes flew open and I gasped. "This is why," he pushed harder and I bit my lip, a small sound escaping. "You lose control easily, in a lot of aspects in life. But this," he kissed my shoulder, continuing to move his hips, "I love this. That expression you make, the way you call my name, you don't hold back." He huffed, "I'll gladly follow you to hell if it means I get to keep you."

I laughed breathlessly, "meet the parents?"

He laughed as well, "yeah, I'm still not over the fact that I'm dating a prince."

.oOo.

The next day, Katsu would laugh at me in the hallway, poking at my sides and asking if my butt was okay. I jabbed him with my elbow, giving him a glare. "Keep your voice down." My eyes scanned the corridor, making sure no one was paying attention to us. "I don't care that everyone knows we are dating, but could you have some modesty?"

He waved me off, "fine, whatever." He nuzzled his cheek into my hair, reaching around and wrapping an arm around my waist. "You want to do anything tonight? We could go see a movie, I know you've been eyeing up that new shark film."