Capture - Volume 1 Chapter 8 Consequences After Explicit

Touching Wada Keigo was like playing with fire.

Dangerous, blazing, seductive and scorching. Yet one couldn’t pull away.

That was what Kaoru thought, as he grasped the shoulders of the man trailing kisses down his chest. Hands which drew a line down his sides before settling on his h.i.p.s.

Then a hand cupped his c.o.c.k and began stroking him slowly.

Kaoru let out a loud gasp.

Keigo drew up and looked down at him. Their faces close.

“What-what are you doing?” Kaoru tried to writhe free but Keigo had him pinned down with the weight of his body.

“This?” Keigo teased with an unrepentant smirk.

Kaoru arched when Keigo continued to fondle him, drawing circles around the tip and grazing the length with his knuckles.

He turned his face sideway, pressed against the pillow and flushed with embarrassment.

“Let me look at you, baby,” Keigo coaxed.

Kaoru didn’t think he could be more aroused but he was wrong. He bit his lip and shook his head.

“We need to do something about that.”

When Keigo’s hand suddenly wrapped around his c.o.c.k, Kaoru clutched onto the sheets and m.o.a.ned loudly.

Then despite himself, his h.i.p.s tried to thrust against Keigo’s hold. Kaoru flung his eyes to meet Keigo’s in mortification.

Keigo chuckled huskily. “Better.”

“You’re awful!” Kaoru accused.

“But I’m also very, very good,” Keigo returned in his trademark confidence and began pumping Kaoru.

“W-wait!” Kaoru protested. “I’m-I’m going to come.”

“Don’t you want to?” Keigo sounded amused.

Kaoru wanted to bury his face in the sheets. “No. I want..I want..”

“What?” Keigo asked, heat in his voice.

“You,” Kaoru confessed, just above a whisper. “Inside me.”

The gaze which Keigo gave him now. Kaoru was sure he would go up in flames.

Without a word, he released Kaoru and pulled him up.

“Ride me.” Keigo captured his lips in a deep kiss.

Kaoru found himself being hauled on top. He braced his hands on Keigo’s chest and lowered himself onto the man’s hardened member.

Impaling himself.

Keigo watched him like a hawk, steadying his h.i.p.s and growled as his length filled Kaoru.

Kaoru didn’t even know what sort of noises he was making. Pain gave way to unfulfilled desire quickly. Was he so used to Keigo’s body already?

“Ride me, Kaoru,” Keigo repeated in fervor and moved his hip to give Kaoru a good thrust.

Kaoru m.o.a.ned and started to move in rhythm as well. He felt as if his chest might burst and that it couldn’t possibly get any hotter.

Keigo’s sounds of l.u.s.t and pleasure only made his own blood raced.

Then Keigo began pumping him again.

“Ah!” Kaoru jerked and cried out.

Urgency drove their movements. Faster with increased intensity. Only pure, basic need.

Kaoru came first, arching as his seed spilled across Keigo’s chest.

Keigo followed quickly when Kaoru tightened briefly around him. He drew a sharp intake of breath and caught Kaoru when the latter collapsed onto him.

“Keigo,” Kaoru whispered, barely aware that he did. “Keigo.”

He felt his hair being stroked gently. Keigo’s murmurs reminding him to breathe.

Playing with fire, Kaoru thought.

To get closer anyway, touch the flames.

Deal with the consequences of being burned after.