CorruptedMoon

Kid squirmed and bucked his hips, whining softly as they were held down. "A-ah, Soul! D-don't s-stop!" He begged, threading his fingers through the white locks and gripping them.

Kid's eyes widened as a bright red blush formed across his face, "A-AH! S-SOUL!" He moaned.

"S-soul!" Kid whimpered, arching up again. Such a simple touch, but it felt so good!

"N-ngh!" Kid arched into Soul's touch, whimpering and gasping.

Kid blushed, shivering slightly in anticipation.

Kid shivered, staying silent for a moment before he spoke, "If...if that's what you want..." He whispered. "I...trust you..."

"Y-yes..." Kid stammered timidly, blushing even more.

Kid squirmed, whimpering softly as he blushed a darker shade of red. He shivered faintly, panting quietly.

"A-ah!" Kid yelped, more startled than anything else. He glanced back at Soul with half-lidded eyes, blushing an adorable shade of red.

"O-okay..." Kid murmured breathlessly, a bit dazed.

Kid let out soft whimpers at the sensations Soul was causing. They were strange...but in a good way.

Kid blushed more, feeling too shy to respond, but he leaned into the younger teen's embrace. Sensing they needed to be alone, Shinigami-sama gave a secret smile behind his mask before hanging up.

"You better or so help me if you hurt my son in anyway I'm going to chop you six ways to Sunday!" Shinigami-sama threatened. Kid sweatdropped and blushed deeply in embarrassment, "FATHER! Stop that!" he exclaimed frantically, giving an apologetic look to Soul. "You know Soul isn't like that!"

Kid noticed immediately something off about his father. He didn't seem as happy and...for lack of better terms, hyper-active. "Kid." The older Shinigami spoke, breaking the younger out of his thoughts. He had never heard his father use such a tone. It sounded stern and concerned at the same time. "I hear your going on a date with Soul tomorrow evening.(Good god, can ya be anymore blunt, Shinigami-sama?!)" Kid gave a faint blush, having a very sure idea of how his father found out. He bit his lip nervously, like a child afraid of getting in trouble with their parent. "Yes, father. I was asked to the school's dance and I wanted to..." He trailed off when he noticed Shinigami-sama shaking with silent laughter. "Don't be so nervous, Kid! I'm not angry." Shinigami-sama said, his voice bright and cheerful as it should be. "You...you're not?" Kid's eyes widened in shock. "Of course not! You're happy, aren't you?" His father asked. Kid glanced at Soul before smiling faintly. "Yes... I'm very happy." OFF TOPIC: Didn't expect that, now didja? OFF TOPIC: I did! P.S. Shadow Fire was here. =P *runs*

"It's okay." The older teen murmured, lightly squeezing his hand. "You can come with me, if you like. But I won't force you."

OFF TOPIC: Hee. Cut off time~ Kid opened his mouth to speak but before he could, there was a knock at his door, "Kid! Your father wants to speak with you!" The golden-eyed teen groaned, whether from the interrupted moment, or from Soul's ministrations on his neck, was anyone's guess.

Kid whimpered softly, his blush darkening as he squirmed slightly against his touch, but still not stopping him.

Kid gasped softly and blushed brightly. However instead of stopping him like before, he slowly and unsurely returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Soul's neck.

Kid made a small noise of agreement and folded the suit neatly before setting it aside. He leaned over and brushed his lips against Soul's cheek. "Thank you..." He murmured.

"Oh?" Kid sat up to take the outfit and look at it. "I didn't even know I had this..." He mused quietly before smiling. "It's perfect."

Kid blinked, looking over at the white haired teen. "I don't mind...why?"

Kid proved to be very indecisive and difficult when it came to clothes. No wonder, with his OCD, if one thing was off, he would disagree with it. The young shinigami's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I give up." He moaned, falling back on his bed, feeling to upset to care about messing up the sheets. "This is impossible!"

Kid shook his head, "It's not that..." He smiled faintly, looking back up. "I just thought...maybe we could do that afterward, that's all. Sooner we get done, the more time we have together, you see?" He explained, blushing shyly.

The OCD teen shivered slightly, but shyly returned the cuddles. But soon he reluctantly pulled away, averting his gaze in slight embarrassment.

Kid blushed a little more, but laughed softly, "Yes, that might be true. Let's find out, shall we?"