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White lace by Delmire

Akihito shivered as he stared into the mirror. He wasn't sure if it was nervousness or anticipation that caused it but that pooling heat and shivering flesh was something he had long since come to associate with Asami. He had been waiting for this all night or perhaps it would be fair to say all week. Until today, he hadn't seen the crime lord for a week, Asami had been busy getting everything organised so that he could take a month off with as little interruption as possible. A month off to fuck Akihito in as many different countries as possible.

Akihito felt his heart rate increase. The whole evening was blur, the only thing that stood out were the brief meeting of eyes across the room and the hand pressed at the small of his back at other times. Oh, they had promised so much. Eyes dark with lust and a smirk to match and the hand that felt too hot even through his clothes.

And when the crime lord had finally had enough and dragged Akihito away to their private suit, that sinful voice had whispered directly into his ear.

"Go get changed, Kitten. I'll be waiting." He had moved away then and Akihito had taken a few moments to get his thoughts under control enough to make his way into the bathroom. Now here he stood obliging Asami's one demand for this whole affair.

White bridal lace.

It had been custom made and fit him like a second skin. The designer had called it a cross between a garter and a corset. Starting from his hips and hugging him tightly until just under his nipples, it was almost a bodice of white lace and matching small white ribbons criss-crossed across the front and back. A white thong with the same lace and ribbons made it a set. Over the top of both he had a shear gown also made from the same lace. It had long sleeves that fell past his wrists and if he wrapped it around himself the front would reach his knees but the back of the gown trailed out behind him as though he was a bride in a dress. He supposed that wasn't far off considering. Akihito left the gown hanging open. It was completely see through so there was no point trying to hide away underneath it. Not that he wanted to, if he was honest. The photographer was very much looking forward to the reaction his attire would receive.

Imagining the heat and desire in those golden eyes, Akihito shivered again. It was anticipation he decided, rather than nervousness. The prospect of finding out exactly what those eyes were promising was thrilling. With a deep breath and one last glance into the mirror, Akihito left the en-suite and stepped into the bedroom.

The lights were on but dimmed right down and Asami sat in a large chair near the window that was turned around to face the bathroom. He had removed his suit coat, vest and tie and had the first few buttons of his shirt undone. A cigarette hung loosely from the side of his mouth and there was a tumbler of whiskey resting in his hand on the arm of the chair.

Akihito glided forward on bare feet and watched his lover, no husband, for his reaction. The crime lord seemed completely frozen in place except for his hooded golden eyes that tracked his movements. Upon reaching Asami, Akihito slid onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He plucked the tumbler out of his hand and downed the liquid in one burning gulp before placing it on a small table that was beside the chair. Next Akihito pulled the cigarette from his lips and squashed it out in the ashtray that also inhabited the table. Finally turning back to his new husband, Akihito slipped his arms around his neck and curled one hand up into thick, dark hair. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Asami's and it seemed to break whatever spell the crime lord had been under as he finally began to move. Large hands reached up under the gown to circle the photographer waist and pulled him firmly against Asami's broad chest. Asami teasingly bit and tugged at Akihito's bottom lip before gaining entrance to thrust his tongue into his mouth. The photographer could feel one of those large hands tracing the lace carefully down the curve of his back and onto the matching thong before moving to squeeze at his cheeks.