[must have missed that too, how outrageously good tech boy was at this.
he almost feels guilty. he's a workaholic, after all, and that applied to every aspect of his life. so it almost feels like he should be working harder, that he should be doing something other than lying back and... well, lying back. it's also at least a little embarrassing, how aroused he was already, tenting his pants long before they slide off his hips.
but not too much. easing his hold, he slides his belt out of the way, pupils noticeably dilated as they center on tech and what was inevitably going to happen. and when it does, he sighs in immense relief. in fact, he's not sure he's ever been so relieved in all his life. tech offers mercy and he takes it, simple as that. he just can't fight it anymore.
though he will fight off moans, biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds.]
Don't be unfair...
[rich words from seto "will fuck you over" kaiba. not that he does anything to stop him, arching to try and bury himself deeper.]
Fucking godjobs.
[he's going to trademark that later, thanks for asking.]
Didn't you get mad at me last time for swallowing it down without warning?
[ Amusement remains as he goes right back in, slowly inching Kaiba's cock between his lips and only allowing him in as far as his mouth can take him, then drawing back and repeating. Each time he lets him in a little deeper than the last -- but never fully down his throat. He's saving that for later.
He carries on this way for a few minutes before drawing back to look up again, his head tilting toward the night stand. ]
The lube. Is it still third drawer down to the left?
[ Another part of his mercy is making sure Kaiba is nice, prepped and ready. If they are really doing this, if Kaiba's really allowing this, then Tech's going to make it as easy for him as possible. Aggression didn't really have a place here -- at least not in the beginning. They both usually had a difficult time controlling themselves in the height of the pleasure, but they'll cross that bridge when they get there.... ]
[in which case, he was in good company. maybe they were just an infuriating pair of people.
he doesn't have much time to dwell on it, however, as tech does his damnedest to swallow him up. and he does work harder in the sense he has to hold himself back, has to keep from choking him. because there's a lot to choke on and he may or may not be a little hornier than usual, all thanks to that earlier attention.
his claws tear at the sheets, just a little. but that was fine. better linen than flesh. tech was infuriating, but he definitely didn't deserve that.]
...yeah. I think so.
[thinking was also a little harder than usual. though he was thinking ahead, as he was wont to do, about his fingers and where they were going.]
[ As difficult as it is to part from Kaiba -- and it's always difficult whether before or after sex or even when they're not having sex -- Tech pries himself away. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can return. In the meantime, he uses it as an opportunity to shed the rest of his clothing, stripping his way toward the nightstand so he can go in and seek out the lube.
He plucks it out of its place with the grin of someone unearthing a hidden treasure before he returns to the bed and puts himself right back where he was -- this time fully nude and so very ready. But even in spite of his own arousal, he maintains his patience, maintains that casual pace, and still puts Kaiba's pleasure ahead of his own needs -- palms massaging along his torso, almost reverent, adoring. ]
Part of you must like it when I get under your skin.
[ He grins, opening the bottle and pouring some oil onto his palm. Hands rub together with particular attention paid to the fingers of his right hand, and then he goes back in, his mouth returning to Kaiba's length while at the same time a finger finds the heat of his entrance. And all at once, he plunges all the way -- Kaiba's beautifully curved arousal swallowed down as deep as can be while his finger slides within him.
It brings a shudder down his own spine. Kaiba feels exquisite. ]
[he has to look away. it really was too embarrassing that time, watching someone who was so gratuitous in their nakedness.
at least it gives him a moment to brace himself. and to wriggle the rest of the way out of his pants, which was much easier without a bunch of belts and straps to loosen and unbuckle. when tech boy returns, his eyes are dark. black blotting out blue as he shifts again in anticipation. he absolutely has his number and he can't deny it. so he doesn't.]
I like brats.
[more than like, really. as if that weren't obvious enough.
it was also increasingly obvious that he was incredibly sensitive right now and not all that equipped to handle stimulation on multiple fronts. a full body shudder hits him as his head lolls to the side and he cries out. it's a cry he muffles too late, one of his own hands flying to his mouth -- damn it.]
Y-you're going to make me—
[well. he probably doesn't need to finish that sentence.]
[ He draws back at the warning -- his mouth, at least. Tongue gracing the underside of Kaiba's erection from base to tip. And then he meets Kaiba's gaze. ]
You can. If you want. This is all about you, Kaiba. Whatever you want.
[ His fingers continue to make delicate work of Kaiba's entrance, gently stretching and pressing inward. ]
I don't need anything. I just want you to feel good.
[ Does he want something? Of course he does. But he's fought against want and desire many times, especially where Kaiba's concerned. Tech Boy would be fine. More than pleasure, there's just this insatiable need to make Kaiba understand he cares about him. Yours. Mine. Those words mean something -- beyond the heat of the moment. They're a bond. They're loyalty. They're a willingness on Tech Boy's behalf to shove himself in the line of danger for Kaiba and to do everything he can to take his pain away. ]
Can I say something dumb? I know, I know. You'd probably say everything I say is fucking dumb...
[ Fingers push further, as far as they can, and then withdraw -- only to return and add a third. Tech looks down at what he's doing, keeps his eyes locked on it to avoid meeting Kaiba's gaze when he admits: ]
Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened in my life. And like I'm the internet so that's fucking top praise right there.
[god, this idiot was going to give him an aneurysm. and an orgasm. maybe both at once.]
I already do what I want! Don't tell me what to do!
[and if tech boy ever needed confirmation that this was an adult who was still very much a child at his core, there it was. bratty behavior on full display.
just as he can't remember the last time he fucked someone over a flat surface, he can't remember the last time he got fingers shoved up his ass. at least not so skillfully, which only adds to his aggravation. he starts to squirm, not to get away, but because he didn't want to admit that tech was working him over and in such a thorough fashion.]
Of course it's dumb! And don't tell me "it's all about you!" when you're supposed to want things too! You absolute moron!
[he settles down a little, only to whine and pant at that third finger.]
You're allowed to want things... for yourself. Even if you won't get them. Greed is good.
[ Tech Boy was so very good at playing the part of prey, but he could also be the predator. His movement is quick, free hand striking down against the pillow near Kaiba's head as he gazes down at him -- fingers within never missing a beat, continuing their internal massage. A smirk slithers, serpentine, across his lips. ]
Who says I'm not getting exactly what I want...?
[ Having Kaiba squirm for him, now that is powerful. Having Kaiba respond to his administrations, to be so close to the edge -- every sound he made, every gasped breath that caught in his lungs. That's worship, a semi-silent plea for release -- release only Tech could bring him.
Tech Boy dips in to kiss him, hungry, passionate and wanting. Because Kaiba is right. He does want. And for as much as he wants, he will always want more. And what he wants the most is to be inside of him. Tech's stronger than his urges, he'd be stronger than them for Kaiba's sake. But it sounds like Kaiba doesn't want him to be, so fine. He can be selfish and indulgent. He can take what he wants because it's what they both want. ]
Greed's one of those seven deadly sins.
[ He draws back, wagging a scolding finger. Tsk tsk. The hand within Kaiba slides free so Tech Boy can return to the lubricant, pouring some out and then working it along his own length -- a pleasant sigh escaping his lips, a zip of static pixels racing across his chest. ]
But you're just so fucking cute when you're petulant. So how could I resist?
[ He lifts Kaiba's hips, lines himself up and meets his gaze. The expression playful, but also admiring. How could he ever resist Seto Kaiba? He couldn't when he was with someone else and he definitely couldn't now. His weakness, his strength, his everything.
With a shuddered breath, Tech Boy pushes within. And once he's in all the way, a pleasant burst of electric ripples to tease and stimulate nerve endings to life. Seems he can work that electrostimulation no matter which position he's in. ]
[he's not sure if he feels predated upon, but... well, he definitely won't be doubting his sexual prowess anytime soon. he was good at it, even if he didn't need it.
after that rousing show of rebellion, kaiba settles back down again. he just lets it happen, though he wasn't at all upset. a little miffed, maybe, that he might have misread a few signs, but he lets it happen and keeps his eyes on tech. as he dips down for a kiss, he encircles him, ensnares him, enraptures him. his claws slip down his back, pricking skin.
and he curls his legs around him, welcoming the intrusion. he doesn't prefer this position, finds it vulnerable, but he just lets that happen too. still petulant, still very much the brat, yet one that has offered complete surrender. those legs were strong; it wouldn't take much to crush him. but here they only serve to bring tech as close as possible.
he always forgets about that electricity. and as it shocks him he whines, already feeling himself tip. he gasps against his mouth:]
You're cheating.
[and he really hates that. though in this case, he really loves it too.]
[ Is his cheeky retort. Can't cheat if he's single! Of course he knows what Kaiba's really talking about and he only punctuates it by upping that electric connection. Still a work in progress, learning the right nerves to press. He has an idea which ones are the most sensitive, but it's incredibly difficult to focus. Kaiba just feels so good. A groan hums in his throat as he leans forward to claim Kaiba's lips again -- taking all of the kisses he has been denied in the past for himself. Mine.
As those claws scrape against his skin, he shudders. Tech can see it now -- those claws are going to draw his blood at some point, but he doesn't care. There's no room for care with these incredible sensations washing over him. With Kaiba, it's so easy to lose himself in the moment, and it's exactly what he does now -- hips finding a quick, driving rhythm. Gentleness abandoned. He thrusts deep and claims, pulls back and claims again. Mine, mine, so exquisitely mine.
One hand finds Kaiba's hair, the other seeks out his cock -- both grip and stroke and worship. Fingers seek out one of Kaiba's fresh horns, curling around the smooth surface to reiterate what he set out to prove before. Perfect. Every inch of his man -- from horn to toe. ]
[with technical boy, there was no such thing as a noncheeky retort. he was finding that out the hard way.
and despite being so extraordinarily willful, even he could only hold out for so long. between the electricity, the fingers, and... okay, so maybe he liked his men a bit bigger down south, but this was by no means bad. though some functioning part of his brain vows to take a look at some of his "personal" stats later. solely for the sake of scientific curiosity.
at least he doesn't have to admit any loneliness with his mouth occupied. because he's not lonely, but if by some remote chance that was the truth, he doesn't have to say anything at all. those kisses swallow up sound yet don't completely muffle his increasingly desperate sighs and cries, one sign among many that he was approaching his limit.
even if he wouldn't admit that either. that seto kaiba was a human being with limits, just like everyone else.
he moves just as quickly and easily with tech, breaking off only to warn him:]
Keep going.
[and as usual, it's a warning as well as an order.
an order that will make a lot more sense when he comes and comes hard, but in the interest of fairness, he clamps on all the harder to tech to carry him there too.]
[ If his mouth wasn't currently occupied, he might have said how much he liked this different side of Kaiba -- a side he saw in rare glimpses. Always a blink and you'll miss it moment. But now it stays, it lingers. It's been here from the moment Kaiba asked him to fuck him and even before. Tech wanted Kaiba for his humanity and he got it in full. Nothing is more precious.
Except possibly that plea to keep going. Except the driving momentum of their bodies. Except the way Kaiba's body squeezes him as he comes and comes.
Tech shivers, expecting a lance of pain from those claws but nothing. Just Kaiba's body, open and inviting him to join in ethereal bliss. It takes Tech a bit longer -- for no other reason than to prolong this. Being entangled with Kaiba is always the closest Tech has ever been to heaven in his atheist world. And he wants to hang on. He wants so much more...
It doesn't matter what he wants, though. With one final thrust to put him as deep as possible, he stops and erupts. Mouth falling away from Kaiba's so he can praise him, whisper his name over and over again with every pulse of pleasure -- this climax less of a bomb explosion like the others had been, but more like a tidal wave, dragging him out to drown.
Because as he opens his eyes again and looks at Kaiba, haze slowly clearing, he realizes he is drowning. He would deny it, of course. Call this lust, call it worship, call it partnership, whatever. It doesn't blot out the truth that he's starting to feel some very intense feelings toward Kaiba. But it will be fine. He won't act on them like with Monika and it will be fine. Kaiba might be able to see right through him, he always could, but it wouldn't matter. It will be fine. ]
[thankfully, taking a smaller man did mean he wasn't going to limp for the rest of the night. though he was going at it with an admirable fervor.
he drifts in and out for the next few minutes, rocked back by every thrust. the exertion coupled with his existing exhaustion meant that he barely even feels it when tech finishes up; he barely even reacts, except for how deeply his claws dig into his own palms. the blood trickles down his skin, onto tech's back, though no pain can be felt there at all.
don't hurt him, don't hurt him, don't hurt him, he reminds himself. not everyone wants to be hurt. normal people don't want to be hurt. sometimes he forgets.
what a messy affair. usually on the opposing end, he isn't accustomed to that nasty stickiness. his eyes are still hazy as they drift to where they're connected, as those words of praise echo in his ears. underwater again, he thinks, barely listening to them at all. luckily for tech, he couldn't see much of anything either. he mutters under his breath:]
Damn.
[damn for any number of reasons. but mostly because they probably crossed another one of those unacrossable lines again.]
[ Tech collapses forward, withering as the last wave of pleasure crests. Lips roam Kaiba's collarbone, giving one smug kiss to the mark, his mark, at the center of Kaiba's chest. He lets out a contented sigh. ]
Yeah. Damn.
[ They could linger, he wants to linger. But he should move, they should get cleaned up, Kaiba's probably tired, and Tech's bleeding. At least, he feels something wet on his back. Was he getting to a point where he didn't even notice Kaiba cutting him? Slowly, he draws back, departs from Kaiba's body and sits back on his knees. At this vantage point, the full picture reveals itself -- the bite of Kaiba's claws into his own palms and the brilliant contrast of red against his skin. ]
Fuck, dude. You good?
[ Brows knit in concern. He wants to reiterate the point that he heals and Kaiba doesn't -- but somehow he knows that's not the point. The blood stains were Kaiba holding something back. For him. He didn't have to, but he did. ]
Do you have, um, a wash basin? For cleaning... [ These lousy medieval rooms. He couldn't wait to get back to the hotel where they didn't have to share a bathroom. ]
[kaiba neither confirms nor denies any desire to get cleaned up. he just rests quietly, in stark contrast to his usual boisterousness. or even just a few moments ago, when he was enthusiastically enjoying their coupling -- something he wouldn't be able to dismiss later. he never forgot anything and, in this case, he's certain tech won't forget either.
he sinks onto his side, though more as a matter of comfort than any real upset.]
It doesn't hurt.
[it honestly doesn't. or even if it did, he couldn't tell the difference anymore.]
But you did well. I'll mark you down as a "pass" for your exam.
[ It's honestly somewhat surreal that it actually happened -- that even now, Kaiba's still allowing him to see something almost vulnerable. No. Not vulnerable. Real. A depth behind the mask, beyond the veneer. ]
A pass, but I bet you still won't bump me up to that fucking 7, will you?
[ He smiles, climbing off the bed and searching the room until he finds a wash basin. Tech plants his hand beneath, gives a burst of electric heat to warm it before he approaches the mattress again. Wringing out a cloth, he brings it first to Kaiba's brow, dabbing across his forehead -- smoothing carefully along the protrusions of horns. ]
Give me your hands. Blahblah don't tell me what to do. I know. Give them to me anyway.
It was a pass for your admin exam. Not anything else.
[good effort, though. he almost respects the fact that he tried.
he feels a little childish when tech tries to tend to him, less because he's uncomfortable -- once you let a man fuck you up the ass, it's all downhill from there -- and more because he hasn't been a child in a very long time. as in over a decade. he doesn't know how to handle it so he just sort of grunts.]
That's not necessary. I can do it.
[more delicately, he adds:]
Careful with the horns. Pretty sure they're one big erogenous zone at this point.
[ Tech Boy gives Kaiba a look. He has to call into question his impossibly high standards if all of that didn't earn at least one grade higher. But he lets it go without comment -- to be continued another time. For now, he dips the cloth back into the small tub, wrings it out, and keeps his eyes on his own actions. ]
It's not just you alone anymore.
[ Eyes meet. ]
You don't have to do everything for yourself.
[ His hand extends, fingers outstretched for Kaiba's -- waiting patiently for him to let him tend to his wounds. ]
After all, I need those hands clean so you can wash my back. Only fair, right?
[ He turns, pointing toward Kaiba's blood stains on his own skin. He can't really tell how bad it is, and he doesn't particularly care about them, but he figured Kaiba worked in equivalent exchanges -- currency, transactional, this for that. ]
And just because you've been alone and you can quote unquote handle it, doesn't mean you have to.
[ But he doesn't say anything more than that, even though there's so much more he wants to say -- so much he wants to ask. He maintains his silence and allows Kaiba the next move. Kaiba's always had to be the caretaker, hasn't he? So it's hard for him to know any other way, hard for him to allow anyone else in. Tech gets it. It's frustrating, but he gets it. ]
[oh. those. well, he really shouldn't have to, but...
he can't exactly reach back there. and it would probably stain his clothes, which he couldn't patch up like an ordinary wound. so after a moment of thought, kaiba sighs heavily and offers his hands. reluctantly, as if he expects tech to slap of pair of handcuffs on him. though he might not be entirely opposed... just not right now.]
Fine. Just get it over with.
[he needs a nap. he needs several naps. because that was exhausting.]
[ Tech remains quiet -- he doesn't rub it in that he got his way or draw any further attention to it. He simply maintains his end of the deal, tending to Kaiba's wounded palms and cleaning the blood off of his forearms. His touch is gentle, although Tech's not entirely used to caring for humans, so he is a bit mechanical about it. Like a machine trying really hard to do a good job. ]
Do you want me to stay? Or is this one of those situations where I'm getting kicked out?
[ Tech smiles toward him to show he's not offended by whatever Kaiba decides to do. Either way, he finishes up the last of the clean up on Kaiba's hands and then dips the cloth back into the water, pushing the basin toward him. Tech turns to present his back, eyes on the furthest wall. ]
I'd like to stay...
[ If his own opinion counts for anything in this. ]
[kaiba was surly but generally fair in the sense that he would return a favor, at least as it suited him. it was his nature as a businessman to do so; this time it was a literal occasion of scratching someone's back. so he takes up the cloth, sits up and starts to wash the wet spots where his hands had drip, drip, dripped blood.]
Are you falling in love with me?
[well, that was one way to answer that question. kinda. sorta.]
[ What a question that is. It cuts through him with a cold terror, causes his shoulders to tense beneath that gently moving cloth. ]
N-no!
[ He stammers out, which might mean it's actually a yes. But actually, he doesn't know, and that's the angle he chooses to focus on because it's the easiest one to take rather than focus on saying all the things that might get him hurt or rejected. He just doesn't want to face that pain of rejection so soon again... ]
I wasn't designed for love. I don't understand it, obviously. Look at my track record.
[ His fingers curl into fists, tense and white-knuckled on his lap. ]
I mean, would you ask Obelisk if he was falling in love with you? Isn't that kind of the same thing we got going here? I mean, you and him didn't fuck, but...he served you loyally.
[yeah. that's a yes. but he doesn't make a big deal out of it, just humming as he works the cloth along those wet spots. he really did look human from behind.]
So long as you get the job done, I don't care. It can easily be shut off.
[notably he doesn't insist upon it. he just reminds him: he had the distinct advantage of disabling his own emotions if they ever happened to get in the way. and if he was envious of anything, it was that. because as much as he loved his brother, it would be so much easier if he didn't. if he could shut that off too.]
Whether you were designed for it or not, any admin of mine would definitely decide for themselves.
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he almost feels guilty. he's a workaholic, after all, and that applied to every aspect of his life. so it almost feels like he should be working harder, that he should be doing something other than lying back and... well, lying back. it's also at least a little embarrassing, how aroused he was already, tenting his pants long before they slide off his hips.
but not too much. easing his hold, he slides his belt out of the way, pupils noticeably dilated as they center on tech and what was inevitably going to happen. and when it does, he sighs in immense relief. in fact, he's not sure he's ever been so relieved in all his life. tech offers mercy and he takes it, simple as that. he just can't fight it anymore.
though he will fight off moans, biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds.]
Don't be unfair...
[rich words from seto "will fuck you over" kaiba. not that he does anything to stop him, arching to try and bury himself deeper.]
Fucking godjobs.
[he's going to trademark that later, thanks for asking.]
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Didn't you get mad at me last time for swallowing it down without warning?
[ Amusement remains as he goes right back in, slowly inching Kaiba's cock between his lips and only allowing him in as far as his mouth can take him, then drawing back and repeating. Each time he lets him in a little deeper than the last -- but never fully down his throat. He's saving that for later.
He carries on this way for a few minutes before drawing back to look up again, his head tilting toward the night stand. ]
The lube. Is it still third drawer down to the left?
[ Another part of his mercy is making sure Kaiba is nice, prepped and ready. If they are really doing this, if Kaiba's really allowing this, then Tech's going to make it as easy for him as possible. Aggression didn't really have a place here -- at least not in the beginning. They both usually had a difficult time controlling themselves in the height of the pleasure, but they'll cross that bridge when they get there.... ]
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You always infuriate me.
[in which case, he was in good company. maybe they were just an infuriating pair of people.
he doesn't have much time to dwell on it, however, as tech does his damnedest to swallow him up. and he does work harder in the sense he has to hold himself back, has to keep from choking him. because there's a lot to choke on and he may or may not be a little hornier than usual, all thanks to that earlier attention.
his claws tear at the sheets, just a little. but that was fine. better linen than flesh. tech was infuriating, but he definitely didn't deserve that.]
...yeah. I think so.
[thinking was also a little harder than usual. though he was thinking ahead, as he was wont to do, about his fingers and where they were going.]
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He plucks it out of its place with the grin of someone unearthing a hidden treasure before he returns to the bed and puts himself right back where he was -- this time fully nude and so very ready. But even in spite of his own arousal, he maintains his patience, maintains that casual pace, and still puts Kaiba's pleasure ahead of his own needs -- palms massaging along his torso, almost reverent, adoring. ]
Part of you must like it when I get under your skin.
[ He grins, opening the bottle and pouring some oil onto his palm. Hands rub together with particular attention paid to the fingers of his right hand, and then he goes back in, his mouth returning to Kaiba's length while at the same time a finger finds the heat of his entrance. And all at once, he plunges all the way -- Kaiba's beautifully curved arousal swallowed down as deep as can be while his finger slides within him.
It brings a shudder down his own spine. Kaiba feels exquisite. ]
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at least it gives him a moment to brace himself. and to wriggle the rest of the way out of his pants, which was much easier without a bunch of belts and straps to loosen and unbuckle. when tech boy returns, his eyes are dark. black blotting out blue as he shifts again in anticipation. he absolutely has his number and he can't deny it. so he doesn't.]
I like brats.
[more than like, really. as if that weren't obvious enough.
it was also increasingly obvious that he was incredibly sensitive right now and not all that equipped to handle stimulation on multiple fronts. a full body shudder hits him as his head lolls to the side and he cries out. it's a cry he muffles too late, one of his own hands flying to his mouth -- damn it.]
Y-you're going to make me—
[well. he probably doesn't need to finish that sentence.]
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You can. If you want. This is all about you, Kaiba. Whatever you want.
[ His fingers continue to make delicate work of Kaiba's entrance, gently stretching and pressing inward. ]
I don't need anything. I just want you to feel good.
[ Does he want something? Of course he does. But he's fought against want and desire many times, especially where Kaiba's concerned. Tech Boy would be fine. More than pleasure, there's just this insatiable need to make Kaiba understand he cares about him. Yours. Mine. Those words mean something -- beyond the heat of the moment. They're a bond. They're loyalty. They're a willingness on Tech Boy's behalf to shove himself in the line of danger for Kaiba and to do everything he can to take his pain away. ]
Can I say something dumb? I know, I know. You'd probably say everything I say is fucking dumb...
[ Fingers push further, as far as they can, and then withdraw -- only to return and add a third. Tech looks down at what he's doing, keeps his eyes locked on it to avoid meeting Kaiba's gaze when he admits: ]
Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened in my life. And like I'm the internet so that's fucking top praise right there.
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I already do what I want! Don't tell me what to do!
[and if tech boy ever needed confirmation that this was an adult who was still very much a child at his core, there it was. bratty behavior on full display.
just as he can't remember the last time he fucked someone over a flat surface, he can't remember the last time he got fingers shoved up his ass. at least not so skillfully, which only adds to his aggravation. he starts to squirm, not to get away, but because he didn't want to admit that tech was working him over and in such a thorough fashion.]
Of course it's dumb! And don't tell me "it's all about you!" when you're supposed to want things too! You absolute moron!
[he settles down a little, only to whine and pant at that third finger.]
You're allowed to want things... for yourself. Even if you won't get them. Greed is good.
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Who says I'm not getting exactly what I want...?
[ Having Kaiba squirm for him, now that is powerful. Having Kaiba respond to his administrations, to be so close to the edge -- every sound he made, every gasped breath that caught in his lungs. That's worship, a semi-silent plea for release -- release only Tech could bring him.
Tech Boy dips in to kiss him, hungry, passionate and wanting. Because Kaiba is right. He does want. And for as much as he wants, he will always want more. And what he wants the most is to be inside of him. Tech's stronger than his urges, he'd be stronger than them for Kaiba's sake. But it sounds like Kaiba doesn't want him to be, so fine. He can be selfish and indulgent. He can take what he wants because it's what they both want. ]
Greed's one of those seven deadly sins.
[ He draws back, wagging a scolding finger. Tsk tsk. The hand within Kaiba slides free so Tech Boy can return to the lubricant, pouring some out and then working it along his own length -- a pleasant sigh escaping his lips, a zip of static pixels racing across his chest. ]
But you're just so fucking cute when you're petulant. So how could I resist?
[ He lifts Kaiba's hips, lines himself up and meets his gaze. The expression playful, but also admiring. How could he ever resist Seto Kaiba? He couldn't when he was with someone else and he definitely couldn't now. His weakness, his strength, his everything.
With a shuddered breath, Tech Boy pushes within. And once he's in all the way, a pleasant burst of electric ripples to tease and stimulate nerve endings to life. Seems he can work that electrostimulation no matter which position he's in. ]
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after that rousing show of rebellion, kaiba settles back down again. he just lets it happen, though he wasn't at all upset. a little miffed, maybe, that he might have misread a few signs, but he lets it happen and keeps his eyes on tech. as he dips down for a kiss, he encircles him, ensnares him, enraptures him. his claws slip down his back, pricking skin.
and he curls his legs around him, welcoming the intrusion. he doesn't prefer this position, finds it vulnerable, but he just lets that happen too. still petulant, still very much the brat, yet one that has offered complete surrender. those legs were strong; it wouldn't take much to crush him. but here they only serve to bring tech as close as possible.
he always forgets about that electricity. and as it shocks him he whines, already feeling himself tip. he gasps against his mouth:]
You're cheating.
[and he really hates that. though in this case, he really loves it too.]
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[ Is his cheeky retort. Can't cheat if he's single! Of course he knows what Kaiba's really talking about and he only punctuates it by upping that electric connection. Still a work in progress, learning the right nerves to press. He has an idea which ones are the most sensitive, but it's incredibly difficult to focus. Kaiba just feels so good. A groan hums in his throat as he leans forward to claim Kaiba's lips again -- taking all of the kisses he has been denied in the past for himself. Mine.
As those claws scrape against his skin, he shudders. Tech can see it now -- those claws are going to draw his blood at some point, but he doesn't care. There's no room for care with these incredible sensations washing over him. With Kaiba, it's so easy to lose himself in the moment, and it's exactly what he does now -- hips finding a quick, driving rhythm. Gentleness abandoned. He thrusts deep and claims, pulls back and claims again. Mine, mine, so exquisitely mine.
One hand finds Kaiba's hair, the other seeks out his cock -- both grip and stroke and worship. Fingers seek out one of Kaiba's fresh horns, curling around the smooth surface to reiterate what he set out to prove before. Perfect. Every inch of his man -- from horn to toe. ]
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and despite being so extraordinarily willful, even he could only hold out for so long. between the electricity, the fingers, and... okay, so maybe he liked his men a bit bigger down south, but this was by no means bad. though some functioning part of his brain vows to take a look at some of his "personal" stats later. solely for the sake of scientific curiosity.
at least he doesn't have to admit any loneliness with his mouth occupied. because he's not lonely, but if by some remote chance that was the truth, he doesn't have to say anything at all. those kisses swallow up sound yet don't completely muffle his increasingly desperate sighs and cries, one sign among many that he was approaching his limit.
even if he wouldn't admit that either. that seto kaiba was a human being with limits, just like everyone else.
he moves just as quickly and easily with tech, breaking off only to warn him:]
Keep going.
[and as usual, it's a warning as well as an order.
an order that will make a lot more sense when he comes and comes hard, but in the interest of fairness, he clamps on all the harder to tech to carry him there too.]
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Except possibly that plea to keep going. Except the driving momentum of their bodies. Except the way Kaiba's body squeezes him as he comes and comes.
Tech shivers, expecting a lance of pain from those claws but nothing. Just Kaiba's body, open and inviting him to join in ethereal bliss. It takes Tech a bit longer -- for no other reason than to prolong this. Being entangled with Kaiba is always the closest Tech has ever been to heaven in his atheist world. And he wants to hang on. He wants so much more...
It doesn't matter what he wants, though. With one final thrust to put him as deep as possible, he stops and erupts. Mouth falling away from Kaiba's so he can praise him, whisper his name over and over again with every pulse of pleasure -- this climax less of a bomb explosion like the others had been, but more like a tidal wave, dragging him out to drown.
Because as he opens his eyes again and looks at Kaiba, haze slowly clearing, he realizes he is drowning. He would deny it, of course. Call this lust, call it worship, call it partnership, whatever. It doesn't blot out the truth that he's starting to feel some very intense feelings toward Kaiba. But it will be fine. He won't act on them like with Monika and it will be fine. Kaiba might be able to see right through him, he always could, but it wouldn't matter. It will be fine. ]
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he drifts in and out for the next few minutes, rocked back by every thrust. the exertion coupled with his existing exhaustion meant that he barely even feels it when tech finishes up; he barely even reacts, except for how deeply his claws dig into his own palms. the blood trickles down his skin, onto tech's back, though no pain can be felt there at all.
don't hurt him, don't hurt him, don't hurt him, he reminds himself. not everyone wants to be hurt. normal people don't want to be hurt. sometimes he forgets.
what a messy affair. usually on the opposing end, he isn't accustomed to that nasty stickiness. his eyes are still hazy as they drift to where they're connected, as those words of praise echo in his ears. underwater again, he thinks, barely listening to them at all. luckily for tech, he couldn't see much of anything either. he mutters under his breath:]
Damn.
[damn for any number of reasons. but mostly because they probably crossed another one of those unacrossable lines again.]
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Yeah. Damn.
[ They could linger, he wants to linger. But he should move, they should get cleaned up, Kaiba's probably tired, and Tech's bleeding. At least, he feels something wet on his back. Was he getting to a point where he didn't even notice Kaiba cutting him? Slowly, he draws back, departs from Kaiba's body and sits back on his knees. At this vantage point, the full picture reveals itself -- the bite of Kaiba's claws into his own palms and the brilliant contrast of red against his skin. ]
Fuck, dude. You good?
[ Brows knit in concern. He wants to reiterate the point that he heals and Kaiba doesn't -- but somehow he knows that's not the point. The blood stains were Kaiba holding something back. For him. He didn't have to, but he did. ]
Do you have, um, a wash basin? For cleaning... [ These lousy medieval rooms. He couldn't wait to get back to the hotel where they didn't have to share a bathroom. ]
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he sinks onto his side, though more as a matter of comfort than any real upset.]
It doesn't hurt.
[it honestly doesn't. or even if it did, he couldn't tell the difference anymore.]
But you did well. I'll mark you down as a "pass" for your exam.
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A pass, but I bet you still won't bump me up to that fucking 7, will you?
[ He smiles, climbing off the bed and searching the room until he finds a wash basin. Tech plants his hand beneath, gives a burst of electric heat to warm it before he approaches the mattress again. Wringing out a cloth, he brings it first to Kaiba's brow, dabbing across his forehead -- smoothing carefully along the protrusions of horns. ]
Give me your hands. Blahblah don't tell me what to do. I know. Give them to me anyway.
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[good effort, though. he almost respects the fact that he tried.
he feels a little childish when tech tries to tend to him, less because he's uncomfortable -- once you let a man fuck you up the ass, it's all downhill from there -- and more because he hasn't been a child in a very long time. as in over a decade. he doesn't know how to handle it so he just sort of grunts.]
That's not necessary. I can do it.
[more delicately, he adds:]
Careful with the horns. Pretty sure they're one big erogenous zone at this point.
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It's not just you alone anymore.
[ Eyes meet. ]
You don't have to do everything for yourself.
[ His hand extends, fingers outstretched for Kaiba's -- waiting patiently for him to let him tend to his wounds. ]
After all, I need those hands clean so you can wash my back. Only fair, right?
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[he doesn't reach back. he just stares warily at him, like a parent dealing with a precocious child.]
Your what now? Since when did this turn into a steamy shower scene?
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[ He turns, pointing toward Kaiba's blood stains on his own skin. He can't really tell how bad it is, and he doesn't particularly care about them, but he figured Kaiba worked in equivalent exchanges -- currency, transactional, this for that. ]
And just because you've been alone and you can quote unquote handle it, doesn't mean you have to.
[ But he doesn't say anything more than that, even though there's so much more he wants to say -- so much he wants to ask. He maintains his silence and allows Kaiba the next move. Kaiba's always had to be the caretaker, hasn't he? So it's hard for him to know any other way, hard for him to allow anyone else in. Tech gets it. It's frustrating, but he gets it. ]
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he can't exactly reach back there. and it would probably stain his clothes, which he couldn't patch up like an ordinary wound. so after a moment of thought, kaiba sighs heavily and offers his hands. reluctantly, as if he expects tech to slap of pair of handcuffs on him. though he might not be entirely opposed... just not right now.]
Fine. Just get it over with.
[he needs a nap. he needs several naps. because that was exhausting.]
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Do you want me to stay? Or is this one of those situations where I'm getting kicked out?
[ Tech smiles toward him to show he's not offended by whatever Kaiba decides to do. Either way, he finishes up the last of the clean up on Kaiba's hands and then dips the cloth back into the water, pushing the basin toward him. Tech turns to present his back, eyes on the furthest wall. ]
I'd like to stay...
[ If his own opinion counts for anything in this. ]
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Are you falling in love with me?
[well, that was one way to answer that question. kinda. sorta.]
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N-no!
[ He stammers out, which might mean it's actually a yes. But actually, he doesn't know, and that's the angle he chooses to focus on because it's the easiest one to take rather than focus on saying all the things that might get him hurt or rejected. He just doesn't want to face that pain of rejection so soon again... ]
I wasn't designed for love. I don't understand it, obviously. Look at my track record.
[ His fingers curl into fists, tense and white-knuckled on his lap. ]
I mean, would you ask Obelisk if he was falling in love with you? Isn't that kind of the same thing we got going here? I mean, you and him didn't fuck, but...he served you loyally.
[ His eyes veer over his shoulder toward Kaiba. ]
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So long as you get the job done, I don't care. It can easily be shut off.
[notably he doesn't insist upon it. he just reminds him: he had the distinct advantage of disabling his own emotions if they ever happened to get in the way. and if he was envious of anything, it was that. because as much as he loved his brother, it would be so much easier if he didn't. if he could shut that off too.]
Whether you were designed for it or not, any admin of mine would definitely decide for themselves.
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fin~