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Seto was perfectly pleased by the reactions he was getting from the virginous teen beside him. Every sweet little douns was simply eaten up. The pleading tone and look of anxious pleasure were just delectible. That is, until he was denied by the little mouse.

Their lips were so close he could taste the panic on them, and he was ready to take them all for himself. But Ryou pulled away and the moron brigade began singing childishly. Kaiba didn't appreciate that one bit. He pulled away from Ryou, removing his hand from his shirt and sitting upright once again. The hand that had been cupping his face found it's place back atop his head, giving a strong rub and grounding all over again.

A sly smirk rolled across his face as he turned to their 'tormentors' and crossed his legs once more while sitting back in his seat. "What would you say if I had been kissing him?" The deep seated mocking tone made it impossible for them to tell whether he was messing with them or not. Joey thought he was. He instigated another round of singing.

"Kaiba and Bakura sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I--" He, and the two who had joined him again in singing, were shut up instantly as Seto raised his voice just enough to be heard over their tomfoolery.

"Shut the Hell up before I come over there and kiss one of you." Sharp eyes roamed over the lot of them, loking on to Yugi and adding huge weight to the intimidation that just his voice had given off with the weird threat.

"Ewwwwww!" Joey shivered and hugged himself a little. "Who the Hell would want a kiss from someone like Kaiba?"

"Shut up, Wheeler. No one was talking to you." The smirk was back on his face. It was always fun to mess with the biggest idiot of the group.

It took him a moment, but he realized that Kaiba was saying he wasn't good enough to be a part of that threat. "Hey! I'm kissable, you bastard!" As soon as he said it he paused in realization of what he was saying. "I-I mean... No, I don't mean..."

His babbles were inturrupted by the old man, who raised his voice and flailed his hands a bit "HEY! HEY! There will no shinnanigans while I'm around!" He pointed to Joey. "No kisses." Then he turned his attention to Kaiba. "And no whatever else you might be doing over there to that poor boy!"

The group sitting around him broke into hysterical laughter. After all, it wasn't as if they really thought that was what was happening. They'd only been goading to have a bit of fun because whatever they were doing kinda looked like it was way too intimate.

Kaiba waved off Solomon. "Can it, old man. There's no shenanigans going on anyway." Turning his attention back down on Ryou, he smirked and added a caveat under his breath. "At least not for about ten more minutes."

Once again he ruffled Ryou's hair under his large hand, chuckling lightly in that way of his that sounded utterly cruel.
 
The large hand on his head was... comforting. Somehow, that simple weight was enough to slow his racing heart away from a panicked heart attack, though not enough to stop the aroused pounding. He could barely hear his friends over his own racing thoughts and wants. He caught enough to find some happiness in Grandpa's defense of him, but the situation made it impossible to focus on it. All he wanted in that moment, was for his friends to just... Go away.

Ryou looked down and to the side. 'No shenanigans,' he says. There were many shenanigans. They just so happened to stop, and it was driving him a different sort of mad. He couldn't stop shifting his hips to push his aching groin against his wrist for just a little relief.

Ten more minutes.

He could wait that long, right? His body disagreed, and his shaft throbbed in defiance. His hand moved all on it's on. The right remained between his legs, while the left slowly moved to cover Kaiba's while his hair was ruffled. Shakily, Ryou brought that hand closer to him, and guided it back up his shirt to rest on his stomach. "I don't want them to see," he repeated quietly, glancing at Kaiba time and again through his long fluffy bangs and white eye lashes. "But... Please don't stop Kaiba," he pleaded under his breath.
 
He figured ten minutes wouldn't be too long. They'd be landing in five and had absolutely no need to stick around to tell the dweebs what the plan was from there. Roland could take that job, just as he'd take over the job of babysitting Mokuba for their little venture.

But the albino teen wasn't having that, now was he? The smirk returned to Kaiba's face as the request was left to dangle in the air. "You're a greedy one, aren't you?" The mocking chide held a tune that sang of the fact that Seto was nowhere near finished yet either.

It wouldn't be enough. Kaiba already knew that. The good side of that would be that it would leave him wanting still, possibly even more, once it was done. "Fine then. Just don't cry to me about it after."

Seto turned just enough in his seat once more, sitting up straight and facing the smaller male all over again. In this position Ryou was fully blocked off from the others, although they had lost interest in the two pretty quickly as they pulled themselves back into their own little world. "Ready?"

He wasn't looking for an answer. This was made obvious by the fact that he reached out almost instantly and pulled the stripped shirt up and out of the way of his attention. Lith fingers roamed up his stomach and chest, nimbly avoiding taught nipples in the closest, cruelest way he could think to in the given situation. His other hand left its post once more, rolling down Ryou's cheek and jaw line to land a firm but gently grasp that curled around his chin.

With a simple tug Seto had Ryou's head tilted back and facing toward him. "Show me how it feels," he demanded in that dark, predatory tone that had spread itself right back over his entire being.

His own head tilted to the side for a moment, adding, "Tell me." His thumb lifted from it's place as the other hand slowly drew itself down pale skin more and more in a patterned rhythm. The meat of it was pressed down against Ryou's bottom teeth in a dour manner. He was running the risk of being bitten, but he was willing to take it in order to stop the teen's mouth from being able to close away any noises he might make.

He wouldn't stop him from talking if he wanted to, but he doubted Ryou would be able to form words as ice blue eyes stared hard down into his, forced to face him back with the grip on his chin. He seemed to meek for that. Then again, he might be pleasantly surprised. Especially as his roaming hand dipped down below Ryou's belt line and tucked neatly into his pants. Moreso as he took a wet, throbbing member in his hand and began toying with it expertly.
 
Ryou sucked in a soft breath and jumped, forcing a startled "Greedy?" from his lips. Was he being greedy? He certainly didn't know the social nuances of sex, so it was possible; but the way Kaiba spoke and loured over over him wiped that thought away. Ryou lifted his knees until he was up on the balls of his feet, and whimpered at the question. He obediently nodded his head with a quiet 'uh huh,' before sucking in another hard breath when his shirt was pushed up without preamble.

His back arched a bit, and Ryou puffed out quiet, embarrassed moans as long fingers roamed over his chest. Again his scars were touched, this time by a warm palm that sent stronger tingles down into his groin. His nipples hardened in want, and Ryou had the briefest thought that a man's chest shouldn't feel so good, but he was given no time to dwell on it. His chin was captured by Kaiba's other hand, and he put up no resistance to the insistent tug that forced him to once more look into those deep, hungry blue eyes.

"Nnn," he murmured as Kaiba pressed his thumb into his mouth to hold his lower jaw more firmly and stop him from closing his mouth. His ears burned and his eyes watered slightly when he realized just how much he liked to be held this way. Kaiba spoke again, commanding him to show off his face, and Ryou moaned around the digit in his mouth. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't think, and even if he could Ryou had no idea what to do with his tongue. He kept brushing it over the tip of Kaiba's thumb as he moved it from side to side, unable to find a position for it that would keep it from touching. As Kaiba's hand moved down his stomach, making his muscles flutter, Ryou tucked his tongue under the intruding digit, and quickly found it pinned down against the bottom of his mouth.

The petting hand drifted farther down, and Ryou quietly yelped when it slid under the waist band of his pants and found his straining erection. Ryou clamped his thighs together, both of his hands leaving their spots to grip onto the collar of Kaiba's jacket, his grasping fingers pinching the button to open the intercom between them and the pilot. He didn't notice the blinking red light.

He didn't know what exactly he'd been expecting when he'd asked for more, but the blinding heat of a hand on his aching length wasn't it. It was too much. He was already squirming and dancing on the edge of release from just the light toying. Ryou opened his mouth wide before clamping it shut and wrapping his lips around Kaiba's thumb. He suckled on it eagerly, desperate to muffle his noises as they steadily grew louder. He could see Mokuba shifting in his seat across from them. If Ryou was too loud, he'd wake the boy at the worst possible moment... And yet it made him throb harder.

Drool dribbled from Ryou's lower lip when he tried to speak in slurred words. "Feelsh good, Kaiba," he admitted, his hips humping up of their own accord. His previously darting eyes focused on Kaiba's face. His pupils were blown out and tears had collected on thick white lashes. "Kaiba," he started again, his breathing coming faster and his mind growing hazy. "Cumming. I- I'm cum- Nnn~"

From the button held under Ryou's fingers, an amused voice came through loud and clear. "Mr. Kaiba. Sir. We've arrived at the air field and will be landing momentarily."

The shock of a strange new voice so close to his ear had electricity coursing through every singing nerve in his body. They'd been caught. He was so sure they'd been caught. His body jolted and Ryou released a muffled, horrified wail as he came. His shaft pulsed and throbbed out steady strings of seed that stained his pants and painted his stomach in hot, thick goo. Ryou sobbed through blissful moans as his body tensed and quivered with humiliation, horror, and the ecstasy of his rolling orgasm.
 
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Seto watched Ryou very carefully. They were just far enough away that they could maintain the majority of their eye contact while he ventured over each little twitch, twist, and squirm bleeding from the smaller form in front of him.

In no way was he disappointed. He'd been absolutely right when he'd thought how fun their next little adventure was going to be. Ryou was lively and earnest, just shy enough to be entertaining rather than annoying. Those big brown eyes of his, wet and lively, were something to be admired. And that sweet little voice; complaining but moaning out every bit of liking he had for it. He was so captivating, in fact, that Kaiba fully missed the fact that he'd turned on his communicator himself.

He jumped slightly when the voice came over the device as well. Though he wasn't nearly as mortified as the poor teen under his touch. After all, Seto recognized the voice. Not that he did anything about it until after he had fully brought his new play thing through his climax.

Once Ryou had fully finished, he pulled his hand away from suckling lips and grabbed the one holding down the button. Pulling it away and lying it on Ryou's chest, he pressed down the button again. "Good to know. I hope you boys liked the show, because you're fired." The collective sound of defeat on the other end was cut off by Seto clicking it to the 'off' position so no other transmissions came through.

"Just so you know," He added as he turned his attention down on Ryou, only now pulling his hand from it's magnanimous massage within the confines of his pants. As he did, he stopped to slide his palm across his stomach to catch up the majority of the mess left behind. "In ten minutes..." He lifted it to his lips, licking some of the mess away from the side. "I am going to devour you."
 
Ryou bit down lightly on the thumb in his mouth, and strengthened the sucking around it to hide his cries and moans from their oblivious audience, as well as their thoroughly aware listeners. Still, he couldn't hide the humming moans and mewls that vibrated his lips around Kaiba's thumb. He tried to clench his eyes shut in his euphoria, but they remained half-lidded to keep Kaiba's face in his vision, but it didn't do him much good. Ryou's eyes crossed and rolled, the tears clinging to his eyelashes finally dripping free. This along with the drool dribbling down the corners of his mouth gave him a pervy, slutty expression.

Kaiba pulled his thumb free, and Ryou left his mouth hanging slightly open. Airy moans continued to billow from his lips, and his eyes remained crossed. Kaiba continued to stroke him even as his orgasm eased down to a small spurt and slow dribbling. And still he kept going. He hadn't once thought to continue stimulation after the few quick jerks he managed to get in without Bakura's notice.

He couldn't follow the conversation between Kaiba and the pilot, he was far to focused on the hand around him. Each brush to the swollen glands forced Ryou to jump and squeak, but the sensation against the length of it was maddeningly pleasurable. It was insane, impossible, but he was so sure that if Kaiba kept going, he would cum again; and he needed it! There was a strange ache deep in his balls. Even after what was no doubt the best orgasm of his life, they still felt... full.

Ryou whined when Kaiba pulled his hand away. He should be soft by now, or at least starting to, even with the added touches, but he wasn't. Instead, his boner raged harder against the seam of his jeans. He was lost in a haze of lust, his mind foggy and vision tunneled. He could only watch in absent fascination as Seto Kaiba, arguably the most powerful man in the world, ran his hand through the mess of cum and brought it back up to such proper, snarky lips, and licked it! The promise (or perhaps threat) that followed had Ryou's heart leaping and his cock throbbing, and all he could manage was an airy "Oh, bloody hell."

He was transfixed on Kaiba's lips and the messy hand still so close to them, and in that moment, he felt a raging desire that was even stronger than his own need. He had to make Kaiba happy. He had to make him feel good too. He was moving without thought, leaning in slowly and sticking his tongue out of his still partially open mouth. With his bleary, dewy eyes, Ryou looked up in the vague direction of Kaiba's, he laved the flat of his tongue over the side of Kaiba's hand... and instantly regretted it.

The cloud he was floating on dissipated in one horrible moment. It was slimy and gooey, salty and bitter. He had to fight his gag reflex. "Oh my goodness how could you...!" Ryou pulled away and covered his mouth with a look of pure disgust on his face. It was only his deeply ingrained politeness that forced him to swallow the absolutely grotesque gunk. "That is absolutely disgusting!" he squealed while trying to wipe his tongue on a pulled down sleeve.

Thankfully, he had been so caught up in the moment, that he hadn't noticed the helicopter land, nor did he see Roland practically forcing his friends off onto the air field, then waited patiently in front of the cock pit for instructions. He didn't seem bothered in the least by what he knew Mr. Kaiba was doing, even if could only see his back.
 
Seto liked that response. It was cute and, if it weren't obvious in his choice of partner already, he had a thing for 'cute'. Or perhaps it was more of a thing for taking cute and tainting it until it became something else entirely. They were never that cute again when he was finished with them. Having that sort of power over people was addicting. And they didn't usually have the particular need for return Ryou seemed to have, which was probably why he was surprised by what the shorter male did next.

The CEO was just taking a slight look over his shoulder to watch the last of the losers deboard when Ryou leaned forward. The feeling of a tongue on his hand even made him jump slightly, helping with the quick turn of his head back to where he wanted his attention to be anyway.

Ryou put on a bit of a show, really. It couldnt possibly be that bad for his first time tasting cum, right? Seto couldn't really remember what his own initial reaction had been when curiosity had gotten the better of him and he'd tested it out all on his own. But it didn't really matter because he wasn't able to think about it for long anyway. The cute, fluffy teen in front of him was flipping out in that same adorable, but also hilarious manner. In what he would claim was his initial surprise if ever asked, he couldn't help but let out a heavy laugh. It still held a tinge of cruelty in it, as his voice did on any occasion, but it was almost jovial as well.

"It's an aquired taste," he mentioned in an off-handed manner as he reached over and plopped his free hand to rest in white hair for a few moments.

Moments that ended when he removed it to reach into his jacket and produced a kerchief from an inner chest pocket. Carefully, but firmly, he used the material to clean his hand as he turned his attention to Mokuba. Mokuba, who was sitting up once again and smiling broadly, who had gotten up and turned on that smile when he heard his big brother laugh like that.

"I want you to stay here." He paused as Mokuba said the last two words along with him. "That's right. You and Roland will make sure this chopper makes it back to the hanger it belongs to. I don't trust two pilots I just fired to do it on their own."

"Okay!" Mokuba jumped up out of his seat, offering each of the teens across the isle one big happy smile before scurrying off toward the front hollaring, "Roland, Roland! Guess what?!"

Seto watched him go, exchanging a quick nod with Roland before turning his attention back to Ryou. He looked him over carefully from head straight down to toe. His eyes stopped on their journy back up when they landed on the very prominant issue not really well hidden within his pants. A thoughtful look crossed his face for a moment before he decided that no, he wasn't going to give Ryou a choice in the matter. He reached his now clean hands out and lifted Bakura up into his arms without so much as a warning as he stood. "Let's go."

Ryou seemed shy, and he really didn't feel like dealing with the complexities that came along with that. His friends were outside and that would most likely slow him down in wanted to switch crafts. If he did things this way, they would move along at his own pace. In fact, Seto turned to leave the helicopter with just as much warning as he'd just given to picking him up. The shorter teen could deal with hiding his shame away while Kaiba handled getting them to his private jet.

When they did exit, Kaiba's only words at first to the group outside were, "Airport. Get lost."

But as he was walking Yugi spoke up and forced him to stop for a moment. "Bakura, aren't you coming with us?"

Seto looked down at Ryou and back over at Yugi, telling the easiest half-fib of his life. "He's not doing well. I'm getting him what he needs."

It was definitive, and Seto ignored the complaint, or whatever it was Yugi followed up with that was caused by the sharp smirk on his face when he'd answered. He simply kept walking away from them without a word. Kaiba's security would stop them from following if they even thought about trying.
 
He'd heard Kaiba laugh before. Plenty of times in fact, but they had always been so full of malice and cruelty, and while the cruelty was still there, there was also legitimate enjoyment. Ryou probably would have been shocked and a tad proud of himself if he weren't so busy trying to get the taste out of his mouth. He continued to rub his shirt sleeve on his tongue, but the taste lingered in the back of his throat; an after taste that wouldn't go away, even with bits of sand clinging to his taste buds. "'Acquired' he says. Bollocks," he muttered against his shirt, only to jerk upright when Mokuba, who he'd though was asleep, was addressed.

With a high pitched squeak, Ryou grasped the hem of his shirt and jerked it down to hide his shame. Poorly. He pulled the shirt so tight that his tent was just as visible as before. But at least he could hide the precum stain on the front of his pants. He hung his head down with a pitiful groan of humiliation. His arousal had taken a back seat now that he'd been thrust back into the world. He yelped when he was snatched up into Kaiba's arms. He didn't argue, however, as trying to walk around at the moment would be too embarrassing and too uncomfortable to handle.

He caught Mokuba telling Rolland 'Seto's gonna put Ryou in defense position!' and he curled up into Kaiba's chest with another groan. When they left the chopper, Ryou was clinging to Kaiba's jacket with one hand and held down his shirt with the other while he hid his face in a broad, strong chest.

Ryou curled up tighter when he heard Yugi's voice, and silently pleaded with him to just let it go. They usually did, why did they have to start caring now?! He replied with an inaudible "Mm-mm," and a hidden shake of his head. How grateful he was that Kaiba was so blunt and crass, and for the security that kept the other's away.

And then they were alone. Basically, anyway. The security was still near by, but had given them a massive berth. He had a moment to relax, and think. Every breath he pulled in carried Kaiba's scent. It was slight, and earthy. He couldn't pin point it, but he knew it smelled good. It kept him calm when his mind began to race as he took in his situation. He'd just been sexually serviced on a helicopter with all of his friends just feet away, he'd been given the most amazing orgasm he could possibly imagine, he'd tasted his own cum, and now he was rock hard and being carried to some sort of air craft where he was going to have sex with Seto Kaiba. And he still hadn't even been kissed.

"Kaiba?" he murmured quietly, peeking up from the teen's chest to look up at him. His cheeks were bright red and a worried frown tugged at his lips. Dozens of questions rolled through his head. Where would this go? What did it mean? Why? Or more specifically, why him? But only one stumbled out. "Will it... Be painful?" He couldn't help it. None of his other questions really mattered. He wanted it, and he was going to take it.
 
The fools were making a ruckus behind them, though they tended to cause ruckus where ever they went anyway. They were ignored, whether the ruckus was over Seto and Ryou or not. He did catch part of Joey's complaint about how they're supposed to afford plane tickets home, but still, they were ignored.

In fact, all of his attention was on getting to the jet with the cute little mouse in his arms, and of course that cute little mouse. He couldn't help peeking down at his latest conquest, utterly curious of what was going through his tiny mind. The look on the smaller male's face was one he was familiar with. Most of them had it when they were given time to think on things. Still though, Ryou's expression was slightly different. It wasn't something he could put his finger on, but he saw it nonetheless.

He remained silent and gave Ryou his time to think. Chances were he wouldn't change his mind despite how quickly everything had happened. Not after the taste he'd given him already. Still, the option was open. Seto would be more than a little cross if Ryou took him for a hand job, but he wasn't a moster. CEO, Master Duelist, Ruthless Bastard, maybe; but not a monster. Besides, it wasn't as if Seto didn't have recourse for a bit of petty revenge if that were the case.

The teen CEO had just put his first foot on the step up to the jet when Ryou called for his attention. He looked down with a curious noise from the back of his throat. The question itself wasn't surprising, but the answer wasn't that simple, now was it? He took the time to think about it as he made his way into the jet, shaking his head slightly as he ducked through the entrance. "You--" was all he got out before he was inturrupted.

A woman in business casual attire was standing there waiting and greeted him immediately upon entry, not realizing at all that she'd cut him off. "Hello Mr. Kaiba. I have almost finished stocking the jet for your flight home. I just set out Young Mr. Kaiba's favorite snacks and yours are ready to go as well. I just need to set the warm towels in place and then i will be finished." She paused. "Oh. I'm so sorry, Mr. Kaiba. I wasn't informed that you would be having a guest. Please let me know what to get for him and I will be back in no time."

Seto looked down at Ryou. "Tell her your favorite snack, and favorite thing to drink."
 
Ryou jumped once more, tugging harder on the cloth in his hands. His flush grew bright enough to make him glow as he turned his head to give the woman a shy look. She was speaking so simply and professionally. As if she couldn't see the situation in front of her. It made his cock twitch, and he looked away from her again. "I- guh, um," he stuttered, unsure of what to say. He was so lost that the moment Kaiba offered him a direction, he followed it instantly. "Cream puffs, and tea. Green," he answered in a quick sputter. He could hear her trying not to giggle at him as she walked away.

He looked back up at Kaiba for a moment, then took the time to glance around his new surrounding. It was surprisingly empty, with only a few sets of very plush looking seats, as well as tables for each. It looked like they popped out of the floor. The walls were a sparkly white, as was the carpet Kaiba was now standing on; and there was a door that blocked off the back end of the plane. He guessed that that would be where it would happen. Where everything would happen. A keen pinched his thought and his thighs rubbed together, making his squirm in the strong hold. "Kaiba," he puffed quietly, pinching his eyes shut and ducking his head against the CEO's chest. "I-" He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what he was supposed to say. So again, he was left to murmur out the first thing that came to his mind. "I want it."
 
"You'll get everything you're wanting and more," Seto promised as he sat in one of the open seats. He helped Ryou moe into the position he wanted in the way one might with a rag doll, ending with the albino facing and strattling the CEO. A smirk still sat on his face from the promising words hed dolled out a moment before, perfectly visible in front of Ryou's face in their position since sitting on Kaiba's lap put them at almost the exact same height.

He grabbed Ryou by the thighs and tugged him close, pressing the other teen's angry arousal up against his own body. "You want it," he added cheekily. "But you don't even know if it'll hurt."

Leaning forward, Seto caught lush soft lips against his own, pressing into them firmly before pulling away slightly. "It will, by the way," he continued before repeating the movements. "But not nearly as much as it'll feel good."

One hand released its grip on a shapely thigh and lifted up to capture the back of Ryou's neck, pulling him in as Seto leaned forward for a kiss again. Only this time he didn't pull away. This time he tilted his head to fit their lips together properly, letting them sit together for a nice long moment before pulling his own apart to allow his tongue to lave out over the opposite pair a few times before pressing against their seal to niggle its way inside. When it was allowed to make its way past the seal, it set to work diligently licking over Ryou's tongue, goading at it to play back, and making its way around to gently tickling over the roof of his mouth.
 
The promise set his blood a blaze, and the arousal which had taken a back seat crashed to the front with a vengeance. "Kaiba," he squeaked, unable to form a proper response but needing to let out some of the building tension. They moved quickly, but Ryou had just enough sobriety to check for the woman. He was both relieved and strangely... disappointed that she was gone. He just managed to notice that the door had closed before he was literally pulled back into their little world of lust.

Kaiba man handled him into his lap, and Ryou gasped in startled delight. Suddenly, his hands were empty and he legs were split over Kaiba's thighs. His striped shirt bounced up and bunched, further showing off the wet tent that was beginning to look as uncomfortable as it felt. He wanted to pull the waist band down. He wanted to offer himself that small amount of relief, but Kaiba had other plans for that.

He was pulled in closer, and his groin was pressed firmly against Kaiba's abdomen. Ryou sucked in another sharp gasp and tilted his head back, his back arching an inch, his thighs clenching. "O-oh dear~" he whined, unable to stop his hips from jumping forward in needy humping. He took in a breath to try and calm himself enough to at least engage with his partner. "Everything good has a price," he answered (rather bluntly considering his current state,) to the coy teasing. He would have said more, but his eyes shot wide open as Kaiba silenced him into a startled 'Mmmph!' that was in no way displeased.

There were lips, Kaiba's lips, touching his own for the first time. Not just touch, pressing. A humming moan tickled their kiss as sharp, sparkling tingles raced through his limbs and congregated into his belly, then straight into his groin. Kaiba would be able to feel his cock throb and drip, increasing the size of the wet spot over his crotch. His hands found their place on the CEO's shoulders, squeezing them for grounding. Just as his eyes began to relax. Just as he was about to try and press, Kaiba pulled away. He pulled away and answered his question almost flippantly before covering his mouth all over again. The answer hardly registered; and when the kiss was paused again, he released a reluctant, childish whine that didn't last long.

A hand slid into his hair to cup the base of his skull and support his neck: and Ryou followed the guiding movement. "It's okay. I trust you," he murmured just before their kiss began anew; and this time, Kaiba didn't stop at firm pressure. This time, Ryou was given a brand new sensation. A hot, slick tongue nudged gently at his lips, and that shock settled in his groin again. His mouth opened slightly in a moan, and that tongue slipped right in. Some sort of polite cursing was muffled and rendered incomprehensible as Ryou tried to move his tongue with Kaiba's.

Ryou's hands released their grip, and he tentatively wrapped his arms around Kaiba's neck to pull him in closer. He pressed his body flush against Kaiba's, having to spread his legs into a near split against the back of the seat to do so. His hips rutted weakly while Ryou tried to focus on the kiss. It was awkward and bumbling, even tentative at times, but it was always eager. He wanted so badly to make Kaiba feel good too, and even though their kiss was filled with his own lust, he was focusing fully on trying to be good for Kaiba. Or at least adequate.
 
Ryou had no idea what he was doing and it showed. The thought brought a chilled shiver down Seto's spine. The fact that he was even more innocent than most of his previous conquests was just that much more delectible. It wasn't long at all before he was battling they other teen's tongue into submission. As he pulled back from their lengthy kiss, he gave one more tickling brush of his own over the roof of Ryou's mouth.

"I know you trust me," he mentioned smoothly. "At least enough not to murder you, considering you're here with me now. If you had gotten on this plane with me without trusting me, I would be seriously worried about your mental health. And we sure as Hell wouldn't be doing this." He chuckled, just a little cruelly.

As he sat himself up properly and looked around the cabin, he took a quick moment to calculate silently. The pilots had their own door to enter. The only other person they had to worry about was off getting cream puffs and tea to bring back for their flight. That would take a while, so they had plenty of time to calm the pipsqueak down before they would be inturrupted again.

As he looked, he happened to peek down and notice their position. Ryou was practically doing the splits, pressed up to him as close as he possibly could. It brought the question to mind of what other ways he could bend. It would be something they'd explore for sure.

Sharp sky blue eyes focused back on doughy brown as a smirk crossed his face. "Now, I seem to recall making you a promise about ten minutes ago. Do you remember what it was?"

Seto stood without prompt, turning and bending over just enough for aim and letting go of the little mouse, allowing him to flop onto the seat. He remained leaning over him, supporting himself with a hand to the back of it and looming over the innocent man seated below him. That dark, dangerous smirk slithered its way across his lips all over again. "Well?"
 
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Kaiba broke their kiss again, and a small whine pinched Ryou's throat. Kaiba was talking, cruelly teasing him, but Ryou wasn't listening. He could hear the man of course, but his words -which weren't nearly as arousing as all of the others- went in one ear and out the other. I fact, Kaiba didn't even get to finish his sentence before Ryou started leaning forward to goad him into more kissing. He liked it. He like it a lot. And not just because it made his cock throb wildly.

He was suddenly moved again, and despite the gentle movements, and high pitched squeak left his lips as their positions were changed. He found himself in the seat, hands at his sides, sitting forward and looking up at the man now towering over him. This time when Kaiba spoke, Ryou tuned in on it sharply. He swallowed and reached his arms back out while leaning forward and up to try and grasp the CEO's flared collar and pull him in closer. "I remember," he puffed, his English accent growing a tad stronger. "You promised to devour me." Ryou shifted closer to the edge of the seat, his neck straining as he pulled Kaiba down. "And... I like it a lot," he admitted. "So please... keep doing it," he pleaded before pushing their lips together once more.

It was awkward, to say the least. His lips were pinched and pursed, and the heat in his face grew hotter and hotter as he realized that... He had no idea how to start a kiss. It was pathetic... But he trusted Kaiba to teach him everything he'd need to know.
 
Well that wasn't what he meant at all.

He supposed he should tell the little bug what it was he'd planned to do instead, but soft, innocent lips were pressing against his own so adamantly that there was no helping himself. The adorable attempt that was too unwise to follow through brought a smile to his lips. One that could probably be felt as much as it could be seen in the softness it etched into taught facial features.

Seto lifted his hand and pressed the tips of his fingers to Ryou's chest hard enough to push him back into the back of the seat cusion he'd pulled himself away from, disconnecting their lips and having them stare each other in the face all over again. "That's too bad," he mentioned in that almost, but not quite cruel way he'd spoken to him previously. "Because I lied."

He hadn't actually been lying when he'd made the promise, mind you. It was just that Ryou had given him pause with the little stunt he'd pulled in trying to get more kisses; pause enough to remember one very important thing he'd neglected to think about in his eagerness to have the little mouse all to himself.

That smirk rolled across his face just long enough for him to remark "You're very dirty Ryou." An innuendo to be sure, and he made sure to make it sound like one.

They both were, however. They were covered in sweat and sand and anything else they'd been exposed to upon their journey. So he allowed himself to fall back into his serious, well known nature and add. "We're going to be taking a shower and getting ourselves clean before we do anything else."

As an added thought, due to the discomfort he'd know he had put Ryou into even if it weren't so obviously staring him in the face, he offered, "I can let you cum again first, if you want."
 
Kaiba was.... smiling? He could feel it against his own lips, and see it in the way blue eyes softened, just a bit. It was startling, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. The tingling in his body intensified, and further heat built up in his loins, making him moan out against that smile. It gave him just enough of a distraction to keep him from resisting the fingertips on his chest. With a little whine, Ryou sat back in the chair as he was guided to, but his fingers continued to grasp the CEO's jacket, refusing to lose all contact.

Confusion pinched his eyebrows together, and disappointment pulled his lips into a pouty frown. "Wh-what?" He questioned. He was just about to ask if he'd done something wrong when Kaiba threw an observation his way. He squeaked again and sat up straight. His face burned brightly and he stammered over words. "I'm not- I didn't-" he pouted hard. "I haven't done anything yet," he argued. Then burned somehow hotter as Kaiba continued. He did need a shower, and not just because of the cum soiling his pants.

Since it was brought up, he took a quick account of himself. His skin was sticky with caked on sweat, his hair was full of sand that was itching his scalp, and he wasn't sure -as he hadn't checked yet- but there was likely to be blood on him somewhere. There always was when he woke up from one of Bakura's take overs. It wasn't always his own.

Ryou sputtered again when his very obvious need was pointed out. "Uhuhmno!" His voice was high pitched, and cracked. "What I mean to say is," he tried again after clearing his throat. "I would rather ah..." His cock throbbed, the tent visibly twitching, and Ryou finally let go of Kaiba's jacket to try and shyly hide the bulge under his hands. "Um... cum... with you. In the shower," he finally managed to get out, though not without looking down at the floor, or the chairs, or anything other than Kaiba's face.
 
How many times could he be amused by the antics of his newest partner? Time would tell, but so far he hadn't been disappointed even once. It was a rare ocurance, to be sure. Usually there was at least something that got on his nerves about literally anyone he interacted with. Maybe he was just in a good mood today.

Seto stood up once again, lifting the slightly smaller male into his arms without warning just as he'd done before. "That was the next option." He was pretty sure by the way he hesitated that Ryou had legitimately meant 'cum' when he'd said it, and not just 'come'. Either way he would be getting both things.

Without anything else to be said, he escorted the little mouse to the door in the back that barred the rest of the jet. Opening that door revealed a room that in no way looked like it belonged in a plane of any kind.

The floor was white marble tiled and the walls were dusted with a soft blue coloring. A large, opulent bed with white satin sheets and a large blue comforter and pillows was bolted to the floor in the back corner of the room, surrounded by fancy looking bedside tables on either side that had a few glowing lights and buttons on them. While it was pressed into the back, it was plenty open. Obviously situated like this by design, it left for a wide open area in the floor that had a circular mat buttoned to the tile as well, as if this were the main feature. Of course, if Ryou had seen many hot tubs, it would be obvious what that shape in the ground was.

The shower sat on the same side of the wall as the door did, large and with a luxurious tub of it's own that held all the best facilities a tub could come with. It even had a sealing side door one could use to walk in and out should they not want to lift their feet over the oversized lip of the tub to do so.

There was also a large cherry wood desk pinned to the ground in another corner of the room. It had a laptop sitting on top of it and a few more buttons and lights of its own. The chair was large and almost fluffy looking despite its white leather motif that matched the over all color scheming of the room.

Seto repeated an earlier action as they entered the room, letting go of Ryou over the bed and allowing him to plop onto it as heavily as his own hold on the CEO allowed. "Get undressed," he ordered curtly before taking a moment to correct himself and looking over the other with a heavy, heated look that changed his tune to the same with the twist of a light tease. "You don't need to be shy, Ryou."

Despite the tease, he began working on the suggestion himself, starting with his signature trench coat.
 
He was getting used to being swooped up into Kaiba's arms. He curled into the taller teen as he'd done before, soaking in the heat of his body and reveling in the sense of safety it provided. Ryou jumped a little when the door was opened, not from the sound, but because his eyes fell firmly on the bed first and foremost. That was where... Where he was going to have sex for the first time. That was where Seto Kaiba was going to shower him in pleasure. A full bodied shiver made him groan, and he forced his eyes away to distract his thoughts, but they just kept going back to the bed. All he managed to get from his glance around the room was 'Blue Eyes palette.'

The bed that Seto promptly dropped him on. "Umph!" he landed on the mattress was a bounce, and Ryou couldn't help pushing against the blue covers and bounce twice more. It was the most comfortable bed he'd ever been on, but he wasn't given any time to focus on it. The pointed order forced yet another high pitched squeak from him, and his eyes shot down to the floor, his hands once more moving to cover his prominent, soaking wet bulge from view. Then he took in a sharp breath and peeked back up at Kaiba through his bangs at the comforting tease.

Ryou started with his shirt, and slowly grasped the hem to pull it up; but he halted half way. He swallowed thickly as his gaze fell on the disrobing CEO. He watched as the trench coat was rolled off by Kaiba's shoulders and was tossed with a bit of flourish onto the bed, and Ryou's mouth went dry. The black shirt under the coat was painted-on tight, and it was not hard at all to see just how well Kaiba took care of himself. His muscles were well defined, if a bit sinewy, and as that shirt was lifted his eyes fell on a perfect, line-less tan and the smallest hint of a happy trail.

Then Kaiba's hands went for his belt, and Ryou released a panicked squeal. He tried to pull his shirt off, but his mind had stopped working and he'd suddenly forgotten how clothes work. He got himself stuck in his own shirt, and he struggled in vain to free himself.
 
Jacket shoes and shirt were off by the time Ryou attempted to start his own clothing. Seto was paying attention even if it didn't look like it. He liked it when such innocent eyes looking over him so adamantly, even when they were only doing so out of pure nervousness. However, it eemed the nervousness set in when it came to his pants. He'd gotten them unbuttoned and unzipped just before his new toy decided to have an absolute fit.

A knowing smirk crossed his face. He might have laughed at the comical scene if not for the pretty pet it gave to his ego that was a far more prominent feeling. Disrobing the rest of the way quickly, the presient reached out and lifted the shirt up over Ryou's head and tugged it from his arms. "Can you do anything by yourself?" The mutter was cruel in word alone, his tone perfectly amused.

He stood before Ryou naked as the day he was born, that fully tanned skin showing itself in all its glory. And he knew very well what would be the first thing Ryou saw when that shirt came off. Their heights made just the perfect stance for it tobe staring him right in the face.
 
Ryou continued his comedic squirming until a had grasped his shirt. He sucked in a gasp and let it out in a tiny squeak as the garment was pulled off of him in one strong tug. His eyes were shut tight, and he shook his head to clear his hair from the neck of his shirt when it was pulled away. He blushed a beat red, the color very clearly spreading over his neck. It even dusted his chest in a powdery pink.

In a learned behavior, Ryou covered his chest with his right arm and held onto his upper left arm. Doing so covered most of the circular scars on his chest, as well as the newer, more jagged scar on his left arm. "That's not-!" He tried to argue, only for his words to swell on his tongue the moment he opened his eyes. It was there... It was right there. Kaiba's trouser snake was long and thick, and surrounded by perfectly groomed pubic hair.

Ryou's back straightened in a tight preen, and a high pitched noise came from his pinched throat. It was huge, it was massive, it was right in his face and... Kaiba wasn't even hard. He swallowed hard once, then twice to try and force his vocal chords to work. "D-do you want me t-to..." Despite his stutter, Ryou was already reaching out with his left hand. "T-touch..." The tips of his fingers brushed along the silky skin, and Ryou's heart just about stopped when it twitched.

"Yeeep!" Ryou threw himself back nearly a foot, right arm still covering his chest while his left hand moved to cover his blushing face. He pulled up his knees, placing the soles of his shoes on the edge of the bed and trying to press his legs together in a way that would hide the messy tent between them.
 
Curiosity etched into Seto's features as he watched the stumbling boy reach out to touch him so boldly through a question that sounded so unsure of itself. He had no doubt about it now. Ryou was simply very different from the others he'd invited to join him in this venture. That was what had piqued his interest in the first place. He was, after all, a very straight forward person who always saught out whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. But he'd never gone after anyone quite as boldly as he suddenly had today, and he'd certainly never done something that could put his reputation at such a high risk as what he had done with him in the chopper.

Seto was beginning to wonder why he'd do such a stupid thing when his thoughts were cut off abruptly by the antics of the albino teen sitting on his bed. What should have drawn out an amused smirk and purposefully placed tune of exasperation in calling his name to get his attention back, instead softened his features and earned a lightly rumbled chuckle of it as the taller male lowered himself down to his knees to gain a better level with him. He recognized it and attempted to correct himself with an over exaggerated sigh to follow it up, but that only came out sounding like a gentle tease itself.

Kaiba reached up and took a hold of Ryou's ankles, guiding them back down to the floor with a much gentler tug than any of the actions he'd taken against him so far today. He evened a serious look as he reached out for his face that was far more curious than the menacing ones he'd had to offer as of yet, wanting to check on his condition in a learned act of experience. After all, he didn't want to over stimulate the little mouse just yet. That would cause things to progress far too slowly for his own liking.
 
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A warm, rumbling sound startled Ryou into lowering his hand. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes widened in surprise as his name was chuckled out so warmly. His name. His real name. Ryou. It had been so long, so painfully long since he'd heard it said in such a... A nice way. He'd heard it mundanely drolled during roll call. Heard it cooed maliciously and roared furiously in his mind. He'd even heard it spoken in Mokuba's chipper voice not too long ago, but... He couldn't recall the last time it was said so... Kindly.

His little spell of panic melted away in that amused chuckle, and he watched in trance as Kaiba lowered to his knees. Ryou didn't fight the gentle pull even a little. Not even when the new position opened his legs for the CEO to see exactly how much he'd been affecting Ryou. He was obviously rock hard and twitching, as if his shaft were trying to rip through his damp briefs and jeans, but he didn't feel the need to hide it anymore.

He jumped a little when large hands cupped his cheeks, but relaxed into the light hold with ease. Ryou looked down, his chocolate brown eyes meeting the inviting ocean that was Kaiba's gaze. He found it comforting. The eyes that had so far been feasting on him as if he were a particularly delicious meal, were now soft and reassuring.

The surprised look that had been plastered on his face relaxed into a warm smile that curved his eyes. With his right hand and arm still covering his scars, Ryou lifted his left hand and rested it lightly atop Kaiba's right. He pressed into it, rubbing his cheek into the man's palm. Ryou sighed softly, and with it went the rest of his tension. "I'm sorry," he started, his smile growing a little wider and his eyes warming with his new found calm and the poorly hidden joy at the sound of his name. "I don't really..." His fingers tried to curl with Kaiba's. His nerves had dwindled to near nothing, but the shyness he'd been exuding thus far hadn't lessened a bit; so his stuttering remained, even if he weren't trying to look away this time. "I don't know how to make you feel good too."
 
Seto watched on curiously as the teen in front of him began to relax. He could honestly admit that he had been pressing him pretty hard so far. Though he didn't really want to admit that it was because he was rather eager himself; moreso than usual.

Ryou's words forced Kaiba's lips to thin further in a semblance of the smirk he'd been offering him this whole time so far. The chuckle it drew out was more amused than the last one. "Don't worry about that right now."

He kept the captured hand in place as the other, and he, drew down Ryou's body toward his lap. "Right now we're focusing on you."

His attention remained focused on those big dough eyes as he found his place in that lap, tucking the fabric of his pants between his teeth and using them to pop the button of his jeans loose while carefully handling the potentially problematic zipper loose with his free hand.
 
Another chuckle, and Ryou sighed in quiet delight. He liked that sound. It was happy, and it brought about a joy of his own. "Okay," he agreed softly. It would be better if he learned a bit more before trying to please Kaiba, and he could be a little patient.

Ryou jumped a bit and sucked in a shaky breath as Kaiba's hand drew down over his body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. They were starting again, and while the short moment had eased his mind, and his body was still zinging with lust, seeing Kaiba down in his lap brought about a sharp panic. "N-No don't do that!" He yelped. His left hand had been captured, so he moved his right from its job of hiding his scars to try and push at Kaiba's shoulder.

He wasn't exactly knowledgable on the subject of sex, but he wasn't completely daft. He went to a public school after all, and some of the guys were far too eager to 'kiss and tell.' He knew what a blowjob was, and the implications sent his labido sky high, but that wasn't the issue. Even with the button of his jeans popping open, giving him some much needed relief from the uncomfortable confinds, he continued to complain through his low groan. "You said we're... we're dirty! My clothes are sandy." And considering the damp state of his crotch, that sand had likely become muddy. "S-so don't... Not your mouth!"
 
There was a pause, but only after he'd already undone those pants. He sat up, the back of his hand pressed lightly up against his lips and an annoyed look in his eyes that were staring down at the offending object. "...Ugh... Right."

He really was too eager about this, wasn't he? That was the second time he'd been about to go down for a goal that just wasn't ready for it yet. It was uncouth, and very unlike him. Only, for a reason beyond him, the next choice he made wasn't a very good one either, as he attempted to use the back of his hand to scrub the taste of sand and feeling of grit he'd just assaulted his own self with off his tongue.

This time there was a sharp jump in his shoulders that came before the pause. There we extenuating circumstances in this instance, and he may be very focused on another thing inparticularly at the moment, but it was no excuse for making the kind of mistakes he suddenly seemed to be. "Dammit."

Also this time, a light flush of heat ran to his face as he quickly leaned over and picked up the clean cloth of the comforter beside his eager companion in order to use it to clean his tongue properly.
 
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