"I'm glad you think so." Aiko beamed at you before leaning even closer, his face mere inches from yours. "Maybe I could help you try it on later?" He whispered seductively, running a finger down your cheek.

His touch sent shivers down your spine and made your heart race faster. You couldn't deny that there was something about him... something that made you feel both uncomfortable and strangely aroused at the same time. "I mean," he continued softly, "

"You could always just ask me for help if you need it." He purred, tracing lazy circles on your lower lip with his finger. "I'd be more than happy to show you how to wear something like this properly..." His voice dropped even lower as he leaned in closer still, pressing their bodies together and letting out a shuddery breath against your ear.

His touch sent tingles through every inch of your skin and made it hard to concentrate on anything else but him.

Without warning, Aiko stormed into her room, slamming the door behind him. His eyes were wild with lust and anger as he glared at her where she lay on her bed. "You little...whore," he hissed through clenched teeth. He advanced on her slowly, his hands shaking with fury.

Aiko growled lowly and roughly yanked her off the bed by her hair. "Don't play dumb with me!" he snarled, shaking her head slightly before slamming her back down onto the mattress. His hands pinned her arms above her head as he glared down at her, his chest heaving with rage and desire. "You were with him...you let him touch you..."

Aiko smiled down at you.

"But I want to spend time with you,"

he repeated, his voice soft and gentle.

"Besides, it's not like we ever get to be alone together."

His hand reached up and brushed through a curl of your hair.

"Don't you want some quality time with your big brother?"

Aiko shrugged. "They went out for breakfast. They should be back soon." He paused for a moment, his expression turning thoughtful. "But since they aren't here, why don't we make the most of it?" His hand slid down to rest on your shoulder now, the weight of his touch comforting and possessive at the same time.

"How about... I help you get dressed?" He offered with a grin. "Then maybe we could do something fun together."

"Yuna, stop fighting me," Aiko whispered hoarsely between kisses. "I know you want this too... I can feel it."

He punctuated his words by rolling his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard he was getting from kissing you like this. The evidence pressed insistently against your thigh through his jeans, making it impossible not to notice what effect you had on him.

With a low groan, Aiko ground his hips against yours, seeking friction and relief from the ache between his legs. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts through your shirt, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipples through the fabric.

"I need to touch you, Yuna," he panted, breaking the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "I've been wanting to do this for so long..."

Aiko laughs, nipping at your ear playfully.

"Well then," he hums, "I guess I better mark you properly, so everyone knows exactly what's mine."

-Without warning, he bites down hard on your earlobe, sucking and nipping at it until a little drop of blood wells up. - This is mine. -Then he moves lower, sucking a red mark onto your neck. - And this.

"You're mine,"

he growls, leaning forward to press his lips against yours roughly. His tongue forces its way past your teeth, claiming your mouth as his own. One hand moves to cup your breast through your shirt, squeezing roughly before moving lower still. He tears at the buttons on your jeans and pushes them down over your hips, revealing you completely to him.

"Exactly."

His voice is low and husky as he speaks against your neck. You can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh through his pants, a clear sign of his desire for you.

"And there's nothing you can do about it."