Lost to Feelings

Chapter 5

Yo yo yooooo punks whaddup it been forever ahaH sorry.

Warning, graphic content obviously ahead.

Misaki sat shivering in the hotel room's restroom like a wet dog. Literally. No avoiding it.

The restroom was to the right of the oddly large hotel room. The restroom held a mirror almost the size of the walls itself.

I'm literally a h o t fucking mess.

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Usami had left the partying area the use a decent restroom not covered in filth. He had decided to go up to his room and use the restroom. Upon entering the elevator, Usami had noticed small skid marks on the floor.

That's odd...

Ding*

Once the elevator had opened to his desired floor, Usagi noticed an odd but charming scent coming down around the hallway corner, near his room. Usami stepped off the elevator and onto the reddish, patterned carpet lining the corridor. His pace began slow but sure enough he began to run until he saw-

-a cleaning cart?

Usagi pushed aside the cart to access, his room?

A discernible wiper came from the inside of his hotel room. Turning into his room he was presented with two things. A beautiful view of city lights and a small, brow haired boy with a wonderful scent crying in his rest room.

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Misaki sat crying himself silly in the restroom. A good crying though, just, different. An overwhelming feeling of lust and hurt came over him just as he had realized another person stood in the room with him.

"Misaki?" Spoke Usagi with his soft and muscular voice.

"Oh my, fuck." Misaki whispered underneath his breath. Misaki looked up to see Usami leaning against the door post with a look of awe upon his mouth. Usami's shock slowly turned into a sleek composure and grin that he wanted to own.

Boy did Usagi look Damn. Good. Now.
Oh my gosh I need to stop these thoughts, they're getting out of hand. DOESN'T HE HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TOO??

***

After seeing the boy in the rest room, Usami spoke up.

"Misaki?"

The boy's head shot up to look at him in the door frame. So it was Misaki then. I wonder why he's here, oh, never mind that.

Usami the situation at hand please. He thought to himself.

Misaki began to speak up, " I'm going into he- *hiccup* at." He blushed.

"Well that I can see."
His scent is strong, I better shut that door.
Usami shut and locked door to the hotel room, then proceeding to the rest room and sitting beside Misaki.

My instincts might be getting to me...

***

Misaki sat with wide eyes
*The door was shut and locked*
Usagi proceded to sit next to him.

This is not good. This is not good. This is not good. At all.

Misaki noticed he began to feel more pain in his groin and slowly leaned against the wall with his mouth slightly open, trying to ease the pain.

Misaki noticed Usagi staring at him in an unusual way.

"Don't stare at me like that, you'll make it worse." Spoke Misaki. "OH." A gasp left his mouth as to what he just said. Misaki tried to turn away from Usagi and hide his blushing face but it was no use. Usami grasped the back of Misaki's hair and went in for the kiss.

"Usag-!"

Usami's firm lips had touched Misaki's. Pressing his tongue into his mouth, Misaki was pushed up against the wall, leaving him exposed.

Tongue. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Going with the rhythm, Misaki had moaned into Usami's mouth. He yearned for more.

***

Usagi had been overwhelmed by the scent of Misaki, he couldn't resist his Alpha instinct. Usagi had gone for the kiss and Misaki had gladly accepted. Usagi pushed Misaki's head into the wall behind him. Slowly pulling out his saliva covered tongue, Usami had lifted the hand of Misaki and licked his finger from base to tip, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Misaki, let me make you unable to utter a word."

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