Will Usagi cry more because of Misaki?

There were passed about ten hours since they came in the house but in Sumi's mind it was like ten months. What has this man done to him? Why? It had to be a pleasure and it was a pleasure, but its intensity transformed it in pure pain. Sumi wanted to escape but in the same time he was captured by this sweet agony which crossed his sore body. Arching his back he groaned incontrollably.

"Usami-san... Please stop it... Stop it! Ahhhhh!.."

"You like it, don't you?" - the cold ironical voice came as if from another space - "You don't want me to stop and I won't stop. I told you I'll give you such a relish that you'll hate it at the end!.."

The chilly arms continued their journey over the youth's exhausted body. Sumi writhed and digged his fingers into the silver hair beneath. Greedy mouth engrossed his chest as the hot tongue traced every inch around his nipples.

"Usami-san... I... I can't take it anymore... I'm gonna... AHHHHH!"

This was his seventh time. The seventh. Sumi wasn't sure if his tormentor has come even once. At least the writer hasn't shown any climax. Usagi's naked body was excited but his eyes stayed empty and distant. He was in this room but in the same time he wasn't.

"I see you really enjoy it!" - murmured the older man until his hands caressed boy's trembling hips. - "Maybe it is time we to make it on the bed? Or on the sofa? I like it on the floor too but I suggest we to change the positions and to try something more..."

"Usami-san!.."

"Where do you want we to continue? Or have I to be the one who'll make the decision?" - Usagi wrapped Sumi's wrists and approached his face. The violet eyes pierced boy's core. Both wild fear and mad desire overwhelmed Sumi. He panted till Usagi licked his lower lip and lighly sucked it.