Hibari Alternate Ending

His kiss finds freedom, his reservations are slashed at the throat, and his morals buried. I know now that he’s always wanted me. This kiss tells me so. In the way he lets it all unleash. In the way he holds me tight to him, as if he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. In the way his heart pounds against my bosom. He’s been starved for me. All this time.

His soft, gentle, fingers trailed a flame down my arm as he let them trace it down to my hand that lay across my stomach. I sighed, content in our lovemaking. Myles’ blue eyes showed his satisfaction in having pleasured me so well. We both knew that it would not last long- it never did. Just his eyes upon me, initiated pleasurable pulsations that began deep in my pleasure place and then traveled through my body. When he licked his lips, I felt it down there… He knew I would soon want him inside me again and the curl of his lip showed his pompous, superiority over all things sexual. He leaned over me and let his tongue trace around the nipple of my left breast before he nibbled at it with his lips and then suckled tenderly. When I began to moan softly, he took my mouth with his and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring the depths of my desire. His hand left my breast and traveled down to the soft fleshy mons between my thighs. Slowly and gently, he probed until he had me begging him to penetrate me. I wanted his large phallus inside me, but he continued to tease, his lips trailing fire over my body; he wanted me to beg for it.

She felt the strength in his arms as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. His hands gripping her back side as if he wanted to commit every last curve to memory. But it was the kiss that send her mind spinning. She moaned and met his passion with her own, her teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging as her body pressed firmly against his.

He was still sleeping, curled up in a ball with dark hair covering his face. Placing the platter down on the nightstand, you tucked a large chunk of hair behind his ear and placed soft kisses along his jaw as a wake up call. He hummed in response, opening his eyes and turning his head towards you. A lazy smile was plastered across his face as you pressed his lips to his, admiring his warmth. "What is that delicious smell?" His voice was deeper and raspier than usual- you loved his morning voice.

There was a gradual rise to climatic actions as he began to venture through every crevice of your body. He knew where to touch you which made you smirk as laid kisses all over your neck. James knew what the hell he was doing. You

Nolan's hand cupped my cheek as his lips moved against mine desperately. An unsettling and fluttering feeling came inside me, shutting my eyes and making me lean into him. One of my hands rest on his chest which was rising and falling at the same accelerating speed as mine whereas his other hand was wrapped around my waist, pressing our bodies close to each other. We had managed to go behind the curtain, not caring what the people in the house thought. The tender yet passionate kiss filled in all the missing warmth in my body. I don't know what came over me as I slowly brought my hands up to his hair, returning the kiss.

As Karl and Hildy start to fall asleep the sound of gunfire erupts from above them.

“I’m off to work!” Mr. Strauss called as he opened the front door, his loud voice echoing through the one story house.

A few months later, you heard him crying in his room in the dead of night. You knew he had nightmares, but you had never heard him cry before. Silently, you tiptoed in, sneaking passed the door to keep it from creaking and crawled under the sheets with him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding his back to your chest and rested your cheek on his messy head of hair. He woke up in torment, thinking he might still be trapped in the maze, but you held him as he jerked forward in fear. It took a few seconds for him to realize where he was, and who was holding him, their hushed whispers falling into his reality.

Pointed teeth brushed against a kiss-swollen bottom lip, a small gasp, almost inaudible, drifted from parted lips. A whimper soon followed as the teeth sunk into his lip, just enough pain to remind him that this is real. Callused hands tugged at the hem of the shorter's shirt before pushing it up one centimeter at a time, tracing intricate patterns along the taut skin. Pants escaped pink lips as warm metal brushed along his neck. Black hair ruffled fluidly when it's owner tilted his head back, silently pleading for more.

I cradled his head in my hands as he kissed and kissed, burning me. I can't believe that Joyce is content with only weekly visits, if it were me, I don't think

You pin the tag to your black sweater, it's labeled with the number 357. Around you are many other, mostly older males. Your older brother, Illumi informed you that Killua, your beloved younger brother, ran away from home and will be taking the Hunter exam this year.

A watery smile crossed his lips as his brother spoke, his words so soft and warm. They overflowed with love and kindness, the sort of thing that he needed right now. The sort of thing that soothed his nerves and set him more at ease. The way Amaimon spoke made it clear how he felt and hid nothing from the time King, they were genuine and sweet, sending a wave of calm over him. "Thank you..." He whispered quietly, resting his forehead on the younger demon 's own "thank you for still feeling these ways," he was beyond grateful for that. He was not sure what he would do if Amaimon ever stopped viewing him so highly. If the earth King ever stopped thinking he was kind, ever stopped seeing him as handsome, or as gentle, or smart, Well...he wasn 't too sure...but it wouldn 't be good. Surely if it happened their relationship would unravel. Mephisto was worried as he leaned forward, kissing Amaimon gently, because it was clear to him that they were both apprehensive. His fears though we 're not alliviated as their lips met, if anything they only worsened. The earth King lay passive as he kissed, not kissing back, simply letting the older demon move. It was disappointing, in all honestly, but he couldn 't get mad. He wanted Amaimon to press against him, to wrap his arms around him, to slip his tongue

He was one of your sibling's friends, her cousins was close to his family, he's Karkat's best friend for fucksakes all shouldn't be doing this and yet...here you are curled against him. This is how you two spend your alone together, sneaking about to fuck each other and daresay make love every now and then. Biting on you lower lip hair you glace on at the pale man besides you examining him. Shaggy dark brown hair reaching his shoulders, a long pale neck covered in hickeys. You eyes travel to his naked chest and you couldn't help biting your lip harder. He wasn't the strong but he did have a strong chest and nice arms. Looking at his arms you gently stroked one of the tattoos before you looked up at his face. His oh so handsome face, heh, he

“I’m not joking Makoto. I really heard a voice,” Haruka explained for the hundredth time. Makoto slumped in defeat, shooting Haruka a disbelieving glance as he filed through the party plans as Haruka dried his hair after Makoto had dragged him out of the bath.