Asphyxiation (breath play)-Hiei POV-Hiei/Kurama

"Are you certain?"

Kurama smiled, nodded from his place upon the bed. He was clothed in a simple white robe, sanguine hair spilling over one shoulder, "Quite," he whispered, "If you are willing..."

I let my eyes trail to the strip of leather next to him. Surely he'd done this before as a Yoko, but what effect would it have on his human body? Neither of us knew. And, according to him, that was the fun.

"Safety," I whispered, stripping myself of my pants to stand nude in the patch of moonlight. Kurama nodded obediently, snapping his fingers twice; it was established that, if he could not speak, this was my signal to stop all play immediately. If his human body were to weaken, this simple gesture would put him back in control and it would be okay. No one would be upset. His demon signal was much less gentle; if I hurt Yoko, I would be entangled with sharp vines.

Gently, I pushed him back onto the bed. His mouth was hot, his tongue seeking mine. His skin flushed, his wrists tugging the bonds we had set in place.

I smirked. I slid the leather over his head, tightening it along that slender, white neck. He gnashed his teeth, bit his lip; I noted the heaving of his chest.

I bit his lips, craving more of that sweet blood. He gave it to me willingly, even arched into my nails which pierced his skin.

Tighter still...

He bit my collarbone, soothed the wound with his lips. His hips lifted to my thrusts, long legs around my waist. More, he urged silently, and I obliged, high off the feeling of lust and power. Kurama was tight, his eyes glassy and constantly begging for more...I could have been lost in those eyes...

When I finished inside him, I think I blacked out, feeling only the heat and pleasure that made my whole body sing...

Snap...snap.

Immediately, I let go. He dropped down several inches, bouncing off the mattress. God his skin was pale, dark circles beneath his eyes...so pretty.

"Fox," I massaged his throat, kissed his forehead, panting; I was pouring sweat, "Are you alright?"

"Perfect," he rasped, moving to nuzzle my hand, kissing my palm, "Thank you." I blushed to notice the stain on his stomach, the heated flush of his cheeks.

The feeling of his fingertips against my ribcage, kissing and suckling my chest. The heat pooled in my groin again.

"Are you ready," he kissed me, wrapping the leather around my neck, "for round two?"