One-Shot Collection (Souma x Takumi)

🚨Knife🚨

The bed creaks softly as a weight pressed against it. Ice cold touches trails teasingly to the pale skin, shivers crawled all over. Light gasp field the room, followed by a clank as hands tugged the bounds.

"Takumi, relax," His voice mutters, vibrating against his sweaty neck.

"S-souma," he gasped and arches, feet digs deep to the soft duvet. Souma chuckles deeply.

"So smooth. So sensitive," he breaths out shakily, trying to calm his urges. He ran the dull edge of his sharp knife from Takumi's neck to his nipples.

"C-careful!" Despite his berating, a mewl escape.

"I am," Souma replies with a hint of mischief in his tone.

But he is being careful. He and Takumi had decided to try something new. Their relationship has been all but rough. Souma would occasionally tease him but he also keeps tracks of his actions and Takumi is always cautious, especially when it comes to their activities.

Takumi moans as the cold knife runs against his burning skin, against his sensitive, hard nipples. He pants and swallows the lump in his throat. Adrenaline rushes through their veins as Souma presses the cold metal harder and Takumi flinches.

"Do you like it?" Souma asks, he scrapes his unoccupied hands in Takumi's inner thighs.

"S-hu--aah!" Takumi moans when Souma presses the knife deeper near his pelvis, just close to his aching cock.

"Kinky," he growls against his lover's ear, circling his wet and hot tongue on the shell. "So needy."

"N-not true!" Takumi protests and squirms against the burning touches.

"Ah ah ah," Souma sings. "Careful, Takumi. I may cut you," he warns. To prove his point, Souma angles the sharp point of the knife and pressed it on Takumi's neck pulse point,  Takumi stiffens.

Of course Souma was bluffing. He can, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to risk it, he knows more than anyone else just how sharp knives are, especially the one he owns. As much as this play turns him on, hurting Takumi is not even included in his 'What to do with Takumi' list of activities. He can choose to draw blood, leave a mark and scar, claim Takumi permanently. But, it's like taking away his freedom. He can make Takumi his, with or without a mark.

"P-please..." he begs.

Souma muses silently, oh how he desires to see Takumi's blue eyes swell with tears. But sadly, the fabric wrapped around his head says other wise. Souma leans down and captures his lips into a slow, teasing manner. Takumi hums contently, he angles his neck and Souma took the invitation and kissed him deeper. Sliding his tongue pass between the blonde italian's soft and inviting lips. Souma pulls away with a string of saliva hanging by the tip of his tongue.

"Ah, so beatiful," cheeks tinted with pink, lips plumped and red from the deep kisses, body shaking tremendously and cock hard and dripping. Souma admires his lover's body.

Takumi arches when Souma drags the cold knife all the way to his hard member. Takumi mewls and tosses his head on the pillow. Souma latches on his expose neck and litters light bites and butterfly kisses. Takumi sighs through his nose.

"Don't tease m-me," he whines.

"But that's no fun," Souma pouts and runs the knife on Takumi's temple down to his ear, Takumi tilts his head.

"Souma!" He scolds. Souma chuckles, Souma runs his fingers slowly on Takumi's member. He settles the knife on the night stand, safely away from them.

"Impatient, aren't we," he leans down and blows a breath on Takumi's dripping cock. "I'll take care of you."

He takes the head and Takumi moans. Souma bites then drags the flat of his tongue in between the slit. Takumi tugs the bounds violently, creating more clanking sounds, mixing with his own soft mewls and moans. Souma takes hold then sucks the muscle on the side.