"The most fun always happens in the dark, doesn't it?" Ice lingered in Ichi's voice.

His touch was ghostly, running down your spine and dipping in between your shoulder blades.

You were face-down, only left helplessly to imagine what he was doing to you, and not just with his hands.

Ichimatsu growled whenever you begged and moaned, trying to silence you with hot kisses.

His voice dangerously low, sometimes uttering an "ugh.. fuck." He got sloppy with his work, but only performance really mattered.

You clawed, reaching out into the darkness trying to grasp anything, something for cat's sake. You were utterly helpless in the dark, given you couldn't see a damn thing.

He knew this of course, robbing you of your senses, while pleasuring that your body in this euphoric way. All you had to rely on was sound.

The sound of his breath panting on the back of your neck, the slap of skin against each other. The grind and frustration of yourself begging for more.

He'd stop every now and then, to give you some kind of release. The lights would come back on, just so he'd get the satisfaction of hearing your whines and quickening heartbeat.

As soon as you did any little thing he didn't like, he'd lean right up against your ear, grabbing your waist forcefully. The feel of his hot breath, chuckling, he'd say just one thing:

"Lights out again."

(boi my writing has greatly improved since last time enjoy)