Wandering hands found their way around the hook to your bra, while the stray one simply traced up and down your spine. Your face had been buried in his hair, your own fingers learning their way over and around the man- dragging down the middle of his chest, gently following the natural lines of his hips, and hooking themselves under the waistband of his boxers.

As your fingers slipped the hem of the garment down, Fushimi fired a warning shot, roughly biting at the tip of your ear.

You let a groan out, and released your hold on the fabric, instead, allowing your palms to drift up over his chest. You made sure to come into contact with every inch of exposed skin he was allowing you to touch. All the while, those same shivers of fear, excitement, anxiety, and desire were racking throughout your body.

"I told you not to scream," the whisper could be faintly heard next to your ear, but you were far too much concerned with the duties your own hands could perform, and on the stinging pain your ear was radiating out.

Your hands finally stopped traveling across Fushimi's frame when you felt something soft, warm, and moist sliding up the side of your ear. It started at the lobe, slowly moving up to the wound that he'd just given you. You'd only just gotten used to the freezing cold kisses when the man had decided to switch things up a bit.

His mouth stung while on the bite, sucking and gently nipping at the area; it was much too tender of an area- you weren't ready for such a change in pain levels. The stinging had spiked up again with another tongue swirl around it, then dulled down to a low level when his teeth decided to trace up and down the side of your ear. An urge to scream was definitely present- both at the man, and at what he was doing to you.

Sensing your discomfort, Fushimi pulled away from your ear, only leaving behind another cold kiss to tingle in that area. His breath was warm, however, and it gently tickled over your face when he returned his eyes to meet yours. The Blue pushed his forehead into your own, doing a once-over with those dulled-blue optics of his.

He must've been satisfied with himself, as you spotted a small upturned corner of his mouth. However, that faint smirk was washed over by his tongue, licking lightly. He then proceeded to bite at his lips, as if he was taunting you with his mouth; he'd already bit your ear, and now he was trying to tell you of his deeds by biting himself.

To be honest, the whole action was quite arrousing, but you'd already promised not to scream.

"Haven't screamed yet?" He raised an eyebrow at you, and pulled back when you subtly smiled in achievement. "That'll change soon."

His hands began to travel again, the left gingerly using a single finger to trace up your side, as the right found it's way around your own wrist. He guided your wrist and hand over his own body, forcing the free hand that had been teasingly awaiting any sexual contact into action. It was hard to comprehend; Fushimi had managed to bring your hand over his crotch, where it currently lingered; and he'd now found a way to slip both hands over your breasts.

But no, the Blue didn't choose to massage your chest- he roughly pawed at the area, painfully rubbing around, and mashing with his palms. This was all some sort of devilish domination need, then, was it?

As a return warning, you began to do the same for him; pawing and kneeding through his pants seemed an easy enough task to complete- if it was screaming that he wanted, it wouldn't be from you. You'd make sure to have him scream at least once; whether because of pain, pleasure, or both.

The grimace on his face was enough to please you for the time being, and you stopped adding the pressure over his crotch. Your hand had only been curious as to what he was hiding under those boxers; you just hoped it hadn't ruined him- you didn't think you were done with each other yet.

"What's the matter?" You giggled happily, pushing him backwards onto his bed. "I thought you liked screaming."

With a few sudden movements, Fushimi had already deciphered your plan, and beat you to the part where you regained dominance. He was too quick with his mind; even if drunk, the man was still sharper than you were.

He'd already forced you onto the bottom of the position, where your back rested against the bed. Your arms had been pinned above your head with his hands, and the rest of your body seemingly stopped from moving by the fact that it was only a few centimeters from Fushimi's. He was farther down the bed, but still managed to hover above your small frame.

"I do like screaming- just not when I'm the one doing it."