(A/N): I am so sorry...this took me longer than I thought! It's my first lemon so I wanted it to be really good and not just mediocre, so I spent a lot of time proofreading and rewriting things and getting friends' opinions and such. Hopefully the long period of time I made you guys wait was worth it...

Chapter Eight: Falling Into Love And Being Caught

"A-Akihiko…we, we can't….no…" Misaki tried to persuade in a weakly manner whilst the novelist silkily slid his tongue along the length of the younger's body, starting at his smooth jaw and moving down, down, down, beckoning a strained arch of the young man's back as pleasure poured over all of his senses. Upon reaching the rapid rising and falling of his chest, he drew a recently-arisen pert nipple into the warm orifice of his mouth, a certain pink appendage swirling around the object. Releasing it with a slight 'pop', he began to lay feathered kisses along his abdomen, leaving blazing trails of fire in their wake. Akihiko savored the delicious taste of the courtesan's soft skin, practically moaning at the fuzzy sensation his mouth was receiving from all of his own ministrations.

Misaki tried not to get too caught up in the lust of the moment. This wasn't allowed. He shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't 'assigned to have sex', this wasn't his job. But of course not, Harold never told him to. The rules! The rules! The rules!

Shit. What were the rules? Rules never tend to make sense or hold any substance of importance when you're in mid-fuck. Anyone would agree- a virgin would agree.

I-I don't want this… Misaki's subconscious notions only proved self ignorance existed. His thoughts were starting to not make sense. Or merely much too little sense to matter. Each wiggle and waggle of the novelist's terrorizing fingers inside of his legitimate nowhere melted him more and more until all he could think about was how much he did want this.

Akihiko curtly chuckled at Misaki's protests. "You certainly do not excel in the art of persuasion, my love," was his sly response. A caricature glint of an eye aimed at the brunette; a subliminal dare to try again.

"Shut the hell u-ahhh!" Misaki would have spat back, but Akihiko's fingers lightly teased his prostate; the sensation of a tickling feather. It felt like the mere microscopic edges of the man's engrossed finger print were all that was rubbing against his inner sack of pleasure- pleasing, yet sexually agitating the poor inexperienced Misaki.

"Mmm…you-you're a tyrant!" the courtesan managed to squeeze out of his vocal chords, with much haste.

"So I've heard," Akihiko smirked. "You love it," with that said, he harshly shoved his fucking (literally) phalanges deeper into the squeezing hole. A sharp scream was surely pulled out of a certain half-virgin-soon-to-be-not.

"Shhh, it'll feel good soon. Just melt into the sensations," Akihiko tenderly cooed. Because his candid words and loving caresses were so gentle, all Misaki's worries were gradually dissolving. All the morals he tried battering his mind with were flowing away as leisurely as Akihiko's warm tongue sliding up his jaw towards his ear. The predatory bite placed on his earlobe sealed any more protests, because that's when he became fully aware that this was what he wanted; to be tenderly loved and held in the arms of a man who didn't just think of him as a star slut. Although it wasn't said, he just knew by the look in the older man's eyes that he meant more than a good screw.

And with the happenings of Misaki's reluctant realization came the participation heartily welcomed by the cool novelist. The timid brunette carefully grabbed Akihiko's sculptured chin, moving his mouth away from his now saliva-drenched earlobe, and led swollen red lips to his own awaiting ones. The kiss was soft, warm. Perpetual feeling enveloping their rapidly beating hearts as the gentle kiss proceeded. Akihiko was the first to instigate tongue, while Misaki innocently followed. Now their mouths were sensually meshing together, creating their own fluid, one only the two together could concoct.

Akihiko, still not breaking his mouth to mouth connection, tamely began to pull his slithering fingers out of the black hole they had durably been absorbed inside of. A curt moan was drawn out of Misaki, as the feeling of emptiness he used to be accustomed to made itself known. Unlatching his lips, Akihiko huskily whispered into the younger's ear, "Don't worry, soon you'll be filled completely." His hot breath sent a sizzling chill down Misaki's abdomen straight to his now standing arousal. Noticing this, the amethyst eyed teaser brought his head down to the leaking organ and slowly slid his tongue over the swelling tip, his bottom lip lightly grazing the bottom foreskin, finishing off with a soft blow over the wetness, "I'll take care of this too," Akihiko looked up at the brunette's watering green eyes with something more than just lust. The courtesan's chest began rising and falling with needy anticipation.

Akihiko moved his body back to being eye leveled with the man beneath him and spread said man's legs apart being as docile as possible. After positioning his hard-on at the slimy opening of the other's hole, the writer began pushing his leaking mass of testosterone into the suckling hole eagerly, yet ironically slowly, slowly, slowly, like the ear stunning screams coming from Misaki's throat were his own penis' stinging, almost excruciatingly painful, excitement.- I should use that line in my next novel- A grunting gasp clumsily destroyed the penetrator's unnecessary reverie- Oh right. I'm having sex, not bloody brainstorming. Obviously and sarcastically.

Misaki prudently leaned his own gluteus maximus against its invader; frustrated and nervous and beautiful- enthralling. His toes curled and clawed into the air as his legs were lifted over Akihiko's shoulders for better access.

"God," Akihiko grunted in bliss after finally being completely engulfed by the one he now loved. This feels so much more amazing than I ever imagined it would, he thought in pleasure approval. "You are sooo tight, Misaki," he purred out in indulgence.

"Please, mmmnn…p-please don't say such…dirty th-things," Misaki shakily replied in a hushed tone.

"But you know you enjoy it," and with that said Akihiko swiftly pulled his penis out, then slammed it back into the younger man. A spark of painful, chilling, pleasuring, agitating, concupiscent delights flashed before both their vision, leaving them drooling in the overwhelming sultry sensation of being affixed so intimately.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Urgent, yet slowly. The prolonged wet, slushy noises of the men's ultimate contact reverberated through the room and through their ears and through their heads and through their abstract hearts- they weren't just having sex, they weren't just banging, they weren't just fucking, they weren't just screwing. This was not some sort of insignificant fling. No. They were making love, creating passion. Mixing their bodies together to devise the perfect remedy for both their emotional sanity.

Sounds; slurping, smacking, aqueous. Sensations; fingertips, a warm caressing breath, skin. Temperature; hot, hot, hot. Everything was hot, save for Akihiko's cool, lovely hands. His leathery palms gliding along translucent white skin, desensitizing and reviving Misaki all at once. A feeling of pure electric like no other. Surreal.

Nails scraped down Akihiko's back, as their frenzied act of love plummeted into a pool of hot emotions. The two frantically tried to get as close to one another as possible. The only thing they strived for in the room was the heat of each other's bodies, which they sought ceaselessly. Skin touching skin, they slid against each other, rubbing their sweating bodies together, enjoying the friction. The feeling of ecstasy beyond their worlds filled their veins. Both men could feel it pulsing through their blood stream, each pulse of vehement buzzing in all skewed directions of their bodies. This only fed their fervor, as they couldn't choose where to touch first and just went with desperately rubbing and kneading any display of skin their hands could reach.

It felt like Akihiko was everywhere. His cold hands rubbing, clawing at Misaki in zealous desperation, leaving slightly broken skin of evidence to their making of love. Akihiko was inside of him, reaching the very depths of his body he dared not imagine. With each penetration, the pressure around his groin sent him to higher levels of pleasure. Akihiko watched Misaki's contorted face, which aroused him even more. His eyes were half lidded and watery, filled to the brim with aphrodisia. Pretty lips hung slightly open, a thin string of drool slowly pouring out. A light pink blush stained his smooth, white cheeks. This was the second time Akihiko could honestly compare him to a porcelain doll. He was too gorgeous. His skin, voice, fingertips, even every strand of his hair, as soft as silk, the awing author dreamily dazed.

Akihiko continuously thrust into Misaki before becoming fully aware of the slight tap on his abdomen every time he went forward. Looking down to investigate, he realized it was the brunette's neglected manhood, which had grown even harder within time. The novelist slid a hand away from Misaki's waist down his tight stomach to the stiff member, then wrapped his low temperature fingers around the steaming skin. He then began to time his rubbing with his thrusting, enticing glorious screams and unintelligent sentences from the man going through his services.

"Ohhhh, Akihiko…mmm," Misaki moaned in avidity.

"God Misaki," the older man throatily groaned, "you're…you're so…ah!"

The overall ambiance of the room became intense as pressure began to build up inside of both men. They knew what was coming and intended on making their climax as incredible as possible. With the goal set in mind, Akihiko pushed in and out of Misaki's squeezing hole with furious dedication. Both of their breaths became increasingly ragged as they desperately clung onto their last little piece of heaven. With one last hard pull and one last paroxysm of a thrust, the two yelled out in loud zeal as sparks of kaleidoscopic fluorescing colors exploded behind their closed eyelids.

Akihiko collapsed to the side and laid in the afterglow trying to catch his heaving breath with Misaki next to him. Holding his smaller sweating hand, Akhiko gingerly brought it up to his lips and lovingly caressed his knuckles with his warm rims. He turned his heavy body to the side and pulled Misaki into a captivating embrace before whispering, "I love you," serenely into his ear. Misaki genuinely smiled with his eyes closed as he fell asleep to whispered sweet nothings.

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Akihiko slowly opened his eyes only to be staring straight at Misaki's peaceful sleeping face. He gently smiled, reminiscing about what they had done , according to the darkness outside, plenty of hours ago. Staring at pink pouting lips, he couldn't contain himself and kissed the tempting objects; eyes closed, savoring the sweetness. When he open his eyes, Misaki was staring at him with a blushing face through glazed, lidded eyes. This made Akihiko smile once again at his traceable cuteness. "Hey," he greeted in a hushed tone.

Misaki awkwardly smiled back, "H-hey." He blushed.

The silver haired man brought a hand up to the younger's cheek and adoringly caressed it, causing Misaki to soundly close his eyes and lean into the lovely touch. Everything was perfect. There wasn't anything else to want but that moment. Quiet. Peaceful. Dreamy.

"Are you enjoying yourselves?" came a smug voice from the doorway. Instantly the two laying in bed sat up, surprised beyond belief. No one other than Harold was standing before them, face melted into a caricature frown.

(A/N) DUN DUN DUNNN! So what did you think? Good, Bad, Okay? You must remember this is my first time EVER writing such an explicit love scene, so constructive critism, por favor~