"Yuki, Yuki?" A strong hand was running through his reddish blonde hair, making him feel sated. When the hand was gone and instead there was a bright light, Yuki sat up quickly, the blood rushing to his head.

"Luka?"

"Yes, Yuki?"

"What happened," Yuki gripped the side of his head with his hand. His chest was pounding, and his stomach was tight. So why did he feel so relaxed.

Luka coughed, having not moved from beside the window. His smile was apologetic, "I believe I made you pass out, Yuki."

Images of being pounded by Luka's big beautiful cock sent fresh waves of desire through Yuki. Pulling the covers up past his chin, he stared at his feet beneath the sheets. His blush was already past his neck. If he looked at Luka now, he was sure there he would look redder than a lobster.

A weight on the bed and a hand tugging at the sheets made Yuki look up.

"Do you regret giving yourself over to me, master?" Luka whispered, his voice beautiful and strong.

"Regret it?" Yuki parroted, "Of course not. I just wish…"

"Yes," Luka prodded.

"That we could do it again."

"Of course, Yuki," fire entered Luka's eyes again, "I will make sure to take you somewhere you will never forget. And what I'll do to you there…"

Yuki moaned. "What are you going to do?"

Luka's hand entered the sheets and rubbed Yuki's inner thigh. "You will cum so many times," Luka promised, "just the thought of getting hard will make you writhe with pain and pleasure."

Gulping, Yuki leaned back against the bed. "When do we get to leave?"

"I'll pack."

"Kay."

Luka's hand tightened around Yuki's member, eliciting a yip. "What do you call me?"

Yuki couldn't contain his excited smile, "Master. You're my master."