Laylah (laylah) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-01 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: laylah, f: persona 3, july 01, p: akihiko/mitsuru |
"Weakness," Persona 3 (Mitsuru/Akihiko)
Title: Weakness
Author: Laylah
Rating: not worksafe
Word count: ~350
Summary: All those things people say, those expressions that are usually figurative -- she gives him chills, freezes him in his tracks, sends shivers down his spine.
Prompt: Mitsuru/Akihiko - sensation play - she knows what ice does to him
"Now hold very still," Mitsuru says, when Akihiko wraps his hands around the bars of her headboard. He has his gloves on, and the metal is still cold even through the leather. Everything about her is like that, though. All those things people say, those expressions that are usually figurative -- she gives him chills, freezes him in his tracks, sends shivers down his spine.
None of that stuff makes it clear how good it feels.
Akihiko keeps still as he can as Mitsuru unbuttons his shirt, but when her fingers brush his skin he can't help the little shudder that runs through him, his skin twitching tight and sensitive at her touch. "Mitsuru," he whispers.
Even her smile is cool and collected. "Good?" she murmurs, and it may not even be a question. She unbuttons his pants.
"Yes," Akihiko says, in either case, gooseflesh rising across the hollow of his belly as Mitsuru folds back his pants and hooks her fingers in the waistband of his shorts.
She handles his cock almost delicately, her touch restrained and careful. The first time he told her she didn't have to, that he could handle much rougher treatment; she only smiled and backed off a little more, until her fingers barely brushed his skin at all. Since then he's let her do it any way she wants. Ice is slow, creeping up on you, not a sudden attack like lightning but a subtle one that you underestimate until you're in really bad trouble. It's not something you can fight.
"You're ready," Mitsuru says, and licks her lips. Akihiko's breath stutters. She almost never offers to use her mouth. He nods.
Then she reaches for a glass beside her bed, and he hears ice clink as she raises it to her lips. "Mitsuru," he says, hoarse, not sure he can stand it if --
"You know you can stop me if you need to," she says. Ice clicks against her teeth.
She bends down over his lap and he's weak all over, even before the first cold touch of her mouth, and he couldn't stop her for anything.