Welcome to Boxer & Rice

I clean the sink then take the towel from Mirai and turn to the wall to hang it on a small yellow hook near the door.

“We should…” my voice trails off in shock. I suddenly feel arms wrap tightly around my waist. One tug, and my back presses to Mirai’s chest. His scent wraps around me. I can feel his hot breath on my neck where his lips are touching my skin. He firmly presses his cheek to mine, pushing my head to the side.

My body is stiff and frozen. My brain is a complete opposite to that. Though, it doesn’t manage to do more than my body – it spins and reels through all possible reactions to this and in the end it just leaves me to deal with the shock on my own.

As one of Mirai’s arms starts sliding up my waist then rises up ruffling the shirt on my stomach and chest, and his lips nip at my neck, suddenly a ragged exhalation is torn out of my throat when I remember how to breathe. I finally close my mouth and my eyes come back to their normal size. Mirai’s grip on me tightens even more, and I’m just squeezed against his body. His hand is traveling up my side again, this time underneath the shirt.

“Gohan…”

I loudly moan. I don’t know why. Maybe because his voice is filled with a heated plea or maybe because I’m so damn afraid or maybe because of how my name sounds on his lips.

His ragged breath is on my neck again, and this time, instead of stiffness, my body starts feeling like jelly. I toss my head back, onto Mirai’s shoulder to let him nip and suck. Both of his hands are now running up and down my body, and my mouth opens again to let out an approving groan. Mirai answers me by fiercely sucking on my throat.

I shiver. I feel completely out of control. Though, undeniably it’s what turns me on the most. My body is at Mirai’s complete disposal.

Mirai’s hands are becoming more insistent and suggestive and my thoughts are becoming dizzier and dizzier with his scent and need. He isn’t touching me. Yet. But I want him to touch me and I know that he will.