"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."

Aiko's grin widens as you nod frantically, practically begging for him to touch you. With a satisfied chuckle, he pulls your pajama bottoms down past your hips, revealing your wet and aching folds to his hungry gaze. He slides two fingers inside you at once, thrusting deep and hard as he begins to fuck you with his hand. You moan loudly, arching your back off the bed as pleasure washes over you.

He leans in close, sucking on one of your nipples roughly through your shirt before biting down hard enough to draw blood. You cry out at the sting, the pain mixing with pleasure as he continues to relentlessly finger-fuck you. With his other hand, he palms your aching clit, rubbing circles around it until you're practically screaming for release.