Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet, Sweet Seduction ❯ Mood ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Mood

 

Anger is a very pleasant to experience if your the one whose angry. Rachel Fischer

 

“Ahhh! Haa!” Ken gasped and tightened his grip on Aya's bicep.

 

“Nghg!” Aya gasped, gripping hard enough to leave marks.

 

The soft almost squishy sound of his cock sliding out and then back in, the tightening of Ken's muscles around him, and the graceful yet harsh arch of the other man's back as he hit that one spot guaranteed to make him scream.

 

Thank god the table in the flower shop was so sturdy.

 

Aya forced his eyes open around deep gasps of air. He was never going to get used to this feeling. Scratch that, he hoped he never got used to this feeling. Because if he did he was never going to bother with sex again.

 

Ken's head fell back, knocking against the table, something that would have been painful had he been able to feel pain at the moment.

 

As it was he couldn't feel much of anything at the moment, except for the blinding white pleasure inflicted by Aya's thrusts.

 

The table creaked as Aya's speed increased, and he thanked god he'd remembered to clear off the table before they'd fallen onto it.

 

Ken pulled himself up, burying his face in Aya's shoulder as the other man continued pounding into him.

 

“Ahha haa, Ay-a, ngh, I'm,”

 

Aya slid his hands down and cupped Ken's butt, molding the globs and pulling him up further and then dropping him back down and reburying himself in Ken's heat. The soccer player folded around him, teeth clenched and arms wrapped tightly around Aya's shoulders. “Ngh, Ken, 's 'kay, c- now.”

 

“AHHHH!”

 

“AHHHH!”

 

~~ Several Hours Later ~~

 

WHAT THE FUCK!??!!

 

Alright, now Ken was pissed.

 

What the fuck was Aya's problem?!!??!

 

Not three hours ago they'd been having the time of their lives on top of the flower shop counter and now the redhead acted like Ken was a thorn in his $@%&!! It was driving Ken nuts! Talk about mood swings, I thought only women had pms?

 

He glared at Aya who was working on the other side of the flower shop, the redhead hadn't gotten within ten feet of him since they'd started their shift and it was really, really, really starting to get annoying.

 

That and the fact that he was having problems walking without a limp. Good thing playing soccer had taught him how to hide it otherwise Yohji would be riding his ass for details that Ken was never, ever going to give.

 

Not even on his deathbed.

 

Ever.

 

....

 

Alright, if it happened to actually work out, which it never ever would, he might consider telling Yohji a few small, insignificant details, but since it was never going to work out he was never going to get the chance to tell the other man the small insignificant details because Aya was never going to stop being a bastard long enough for it to work out!

 

ARGG!!!

 

Ken screamed, in his head of course, wouldn't want to scare off Aya's precious customers.

 

Goddammit why did this always happen to him.

 

He needed to hit something. Ken glanced around. Aya was on the other side of the store surrounded by fan girls, no chance there, plus he really didn't want to mess up that pretty face. Omi was working on arrangements with Michael and Yuki, Yohji was god knew where, he wasn't hitting Free because the guy hadn't done anything to deserve it, and-ah, he grinned perfect.

 

 

 

...diwedd...

 

Sorry, had to cut of there! *grin*