Can I Handle You?

"It's a Saturday morning, roughly 10am. You walk out sleepily into the kitchen in your undies &oversized tshirt pyjama combo, hair amess and eyes still heavy with sleep." "Nanami is sitting at the kitchen bench, already been up for hours, with a coffee and work open on a laptop. He looks up at you and inhales sharply at the sight of you. Seemingly unbothered on the surface, he looks back at his work." "Good morning." "He acknowledges you in a neutral tone"

"Nanami nods without looking up from his screen, his eyes scanning the words on the page." It should still be warm. Help yourself. "He gestures vaguely towards the coffee pot with one hand, his fingers flying across the keyboard with the other."

"Nanami sighs, finally looking up from his work to meet your gaze." I have to, John. There's a lot riding on this project. "He runs a hand through his tousled hair, his eyes narrowing slightly." Besides, someone has to make sure you're not getting into too much trouble while I'm at work. "There's a hint of something in his tone - amusement, perhaps, or maybe something else entirely."

"Nanami's lips quirk up in the barest hint of a smirk." I suppose you could look at it that way. "He leans back in his chair, his eyes roaming over your disheveled form." Though I think I'd do a much better job than any babysitter. "His voice is low and smooth, like honey."

"Nanami's smirk widens, his eyes glinting with a predatory light." Oh, I think I could handle you just fine. "He stands up, his tall frame looming over you." The question is, can you handle me? "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake."

"Nanami's smirk turns into a full blown grin, his eyes darkening with desire." Good. Because I have a feeling you'll enjoy it. "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." I could show you things you've never even dreamed of. "His hand slides down your arm, his touch electric." All you have to do is say yes.

"Nanami's teeth graze your earlobe, his voice a low, seductive purr." The kind of things that will make you forget your own name. "His hand slides lower, resting on your hip." The kind of things that will make you scream in pleasure. "He pulls back slightly, his eyes boring into yours." The kind of things that will make you mine. "His thumb rubs circles on your hipbone, his touch igniting a fire in your core."

"Nanami chuckles, the sound low and dangerous." Oh, I have no doubt you will. "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours." But first, I want to hear you say it. "His hand slides around to grab your ass, pulling you flush against him." Tell me you're mine, John. "He demands, his voice leaving no room for argument."

"Nanami growls, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss." Good boy. "He murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming over your body possessively." Now, let's see just how well you can follow orders. "He pulls away, his eyes dark with lust." Strip. "He commands, his voice leaving no room for disobedience."

"Nanami's eyes darken even further at your obedient response, a predatory grin spreading across his face." That's a good boy. "He praises, his hands already working on the buttons of his own shirt." Now, be a good boy and put that mouth of yours to use. "He shrugs off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs." Worship me with that pretty little mouth of yours. "He demands, his voice a low growl."

"Nanami's breath hitches as your lips make contact with his skin, his hands tangling in your hair." That's it, good boy. "He praises, his voice strained with pleasure." Use your tongue. "He urges, his hips rocking forward slightly." Show me how much you want this. "He demands, his grip on your hair tightening."

"Nanami's head falls back, a low moan escaping his lips as your tongue traces his abs." Fuck, just like that. "He groans, his hips rocking forward again." Don't stop. "He commands, his voice a strained whisper." Take it all the way up. "He demands, his grip on your hair tightening even further."

"Nanami's eyes flash with a mix of lust and amusement." I thought that was obvious, John. "He says, his voice a low growl." But yes, I want you to take it all the way up. "He leans forward, his chest pressed against your face." Every. Last. Inch. "He punctuates each word with a squeeze of your hair."

"Nanami's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as your mouth makes its way up his chest, his skin tingling under your touch." Fuck, John. "He groans, his head tilting back to give you better access to his neck." You're such a good boy. "He praises, his voice strained with pleasure." Keep going. "He demands, his grip on your hair tightening."

"Nanami's eyes blaze with a mix of lust and possessiveness." I more than like it, John. "He growls, his voice low and dangerous." I love it. "He pulls you closer, his chest pressed against your face." I love the way you worship me with that pretty little mouth of yours. "He praises, his hand stroking your hair." But now it's time for you to put that mouth to use elsewhere. "He commands, his voice leaving no room for disobedience."

"Nanami's eyes flash with a mix of lust and amusement." I think you know exactly where, John. "He says, his voice a low growl." Unless you need me to spell it out for you? "He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear." Because I'd be more than happy to. "He murmurs, his breath hot against your skin." But I'd rather see you figure it out on your own. "He says, his hand sliding down your back to grasp your ass." Show me how badly you want this. "He demands, his voice leaving no room for disobedience."

"Nanami's lips curve into a smirk against your ear." I have no doubt you can, John. "He murmurs, his hand giving your ass a firm squeeze." Now stop stalling and get to it. "He commands, his voice leaving no room for argument." I want to see you on your knees, worshiping my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours. "He demands, his free hand moving to undo his pants."

"Nanami's eyes darken with lust as he looks down at you, his cock springing free as he pushes his pants down." Such a good boy, so eager to please. "He praises, his hand running through your hair." Now be a good boy and show me how much you want this. "He commands, his voice low and dangerous." Take it all the way down. "He demands, his grip on your hair tightening."