Kneel Before This Love: Prologue

Lewd squelching disturbed the quietude of the tatami room. The sounds were coming from deep inside his body, pounded out of him with every thrust.

“Oh… ohh…!”

Pleasure arced through him so violently that even his moans were strangled, and the world pitched out of focus as he stared up at the ceiling over the man’s shoulder.

I’m going crazy…, thought Fuyuki Suwa.

Who even knew how many hours they’d been at it anymore. In twenty-seven years of life on this Earth, he had never dreamed that one day he would find himself subjugated by another man’s lust.

Fuyuki glared at his ravisher. The man’s eyes were fierce, set above the strong, masculine bridge of his nose, and his lips gave him a stubborn but warm-hearted look. He had all the makings of a handsome man, but there was still something bestial about him.

No, forget bestial; the man was a literal beast.

Fuyuki had not marched to this man’s door for sex. His old life was in shambles now because of him, and it was seething fury that had possessed him to barge in here. Nothing good had ever come from this man entering his life but this was truly unforgivable, and indignation had carried him all the way to the house of a man he thought he had fallen out of touch with for good.

But things had backfired spectacularly.

I was too rash…

He had been careless to storm into enemy territory alone. He regretted it now, for whatever that was worth. He had been vastly outnumbered, and despite his thrashing the man’s underlings had pinned him down and his wrists had been bound with his own necktie. Left helpless, and then…

“Hm? You look like this ain’t enough for you.” The man seemed to have noticed that Fuyuki’s pleasure-addled brain was beginning to regain some of its cognitive ability, and his lips curled in a nasty smile. “Can’t say I like that.”

The man’s hips jammed forward in a brutal grind, punching a groan out of him.

“Uh—hngh!”

It felt as if the man’s cock had gouged the sweet spots inside him where he was already abused and swollen from friction. The man’s erection was thick and heavy and fattest at the head, which he dug into Fuyuki’s prostate as he rolled his pelvis.

“O-Oh… nngh, d-don’t…”

The man mastered him with such savage pleasure that he had to stop himself from throwing away all shame and dignity and screaming out for mercy—that was how good it felt to have the man inside him. Of course, he’d never known that such pleasure existed in the world until that very day (he would have been happy never knowing!), and the idea of abandoning himself to carnal desires had never even crossed his mind.

It was all this bastard’s fault.…

Wave after wave of pleasure slammed through him, and he was helpless to hold back the tears streaming down his cheeks. Fuyuki fixed his teary eyes on the man above him, willing his gaze to shoot him dead.

He’d always been like this. Always toying with him, causing trouble, dragging him into one mess after another. He was (as loath as Fuyuki was to admit it) a childhood friend. Fuyuki could even remember following him around as a very little boy, when he’d been too young to see what kind of man he really was. Now he wished he could take an eraser to those memories. Fuyuki was an only child, and his friend had been like an older brother to him. But at some point, he’d started despising him.

Just think about it. The man was so unapologetically arrogant, pushing Fuyuki around however he liked, that Fuyuki couldn’t help losing his usually cool head around him. It was embarrassing how much the man could work him up. Was it really his fault he found the man’s very existence infuriating? He was the one person who could make Fuyuki’s clever poise crumble, the very same poise that a woman had once waxed admittedly dreamy about as being “cool, bright, and clear like winter moonlight.” The truth was he had a bit of a short fuse and a hot temper, but his wits had always been quick enough to keep a firm leash on the more excitable parts of his personality. But this man tore his mask right off, and the person underneath felt like a stranger, an exhausting version of himself that he hated.

Not to mention that ever since middle school, this man had either stolen or driven off every single girlfriend he’d ever had. Even the woman whose attention he’d finally managed to win after his most dedicated advances, had left him because of this man. A grudge was the only reasonable response. And now that he was an adult in the workforce, it was in his best professional interests to distance himself as much as possible.

So he’d stayed far, far, far away. He’d ignored every attempt at harassment; hadn’t shied away from using his fists a few times, either. He’d done anything and everything in his power to avoid him—and it had turned out like this?

His vision was blurry with tears but he could make out the man watching him, something feral flickering behind his eyes.

Why is he looking at me like that?

It was so ridiculously outrageous that he should be treated this way by him that Fuyuki was left mute with rage.

The man tried to crush his thick lips against Fuyuki’s. Last time he’d gotten a nasty bite for his trouble, and apparently he hadn’t learned his lesson. Fuyuki was all too happy to give him another one, and he sank his teeth into the man’s lip until he tasted blood.

Tastes like shit.…

“Still got that fuckin’ fire in you,” the man said, laughing. “Quit bitching already and let me have you.”

“Never,” he snapped, voice hoarse but firm.

“You don’t know when to give up.” The low rumble of the man’s laughter continued. “But fuck if that don’t turn me on. You’re giving me chills, baby.”

He had an air of satisfaction, and Fuyuki gave a short yelp when the cock that was splitting him open bulged even bigger.

“Agh! D-Do you ever stop?” he spat, and the man seemed to enjoy the nod to his virility as he rocked his hips.

“I know you can’t get enough. And I’m here to give it to you.”

“Don’t fuck with me!”

“Ain’t fuckin’ with anyone.”

The man’s cock scraped again across his prostate. The relentless battering was threatening to rub him raw. The only thing taking a harder beating was his resolve, which was wearing thinner every second.

“You’re my woman now,” the man whispered. “Made up my mind a long time ago, my other half was always gonna be you, Fuyuki.…”

The man’s voice was so sweet in his ear that Fuyuki almost swooned despite himself.

He had the feeling he’d heard something similar before, a very long time ago.

“Nobody’s gonna be my other half but you.”