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A smile tugged at his lips as Ryou insisted further. He'd met plenty of stubborn people in his life time, the CEO quite possibly being the most stubborn of them all, but he'd never met anyone nearly as stubborn as himself about doling out pleasure. Granted, he very highly doubted they had the same reasoning behind them. The albino was far too British for that.

Regardless, the silence that sat between them as Ryou contemplated his answer had him thinking on the personality and mannerisms of his little partner. Ryou was soft spoken and shy. He was polite and seemed like he was so far from self-serving it was almost freakish; at least to someone like the president of KaibaCORP. To be frank, he was getting the idea that their personalities were likely in perfect, stark contrast to each other given what he'd seen so far. And even if they weren't, he and Seto were so blatantly different on so many levels he wasn't even sure how they'd gotten into this situation in the first place. Outside of the fact that it had happened, he never would have pegged Ryou as someone who might be interested in him or his self appraised debauchery if he'd had the chance to understand the type of person he seemed to be right now.

It begged the question: what else did this little mouse have up his sleeve that Seto hadn't witnessed just yet?

It was a question that had him more than a little intrigued about getting to know him better.

Surprise colored his features as Ryou, whom he'd thought had finally dozed off, answered his question. The answer only brought more to mind, really. Ryou did know who was was saying that too, right? Barring Mokuba, people did not feel safe around Seto Kaiba. That included incident in the past resembling this situation. No matter how magnanimous he tended to be in bed, no one had ever dropped their guard so fully around him. And they sure as He'll hadn't felt comfortable enough to outright claim that they felt safe with him.

Ryou was such an inigma. One that had been perplexing him and keeping his interest better than just about anyone he'd ever met. That was the sort of thought that was bothering him. Though he didn't have much of a mind to contemplate what seemed like it was likely and obviously glaring issue that was forming in such and unchecked manner for long.

Ryou was warm. Lying there with the spergish male in his arms was becoming far too comfortable. And before he realized it and was able to correct himself in any way, his eyes were closing and he was drifting off into what was only a slightly discomforting comfort of sleep.
 
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Ryou wasn't asleep for long. He never did. He was the type to take several short naps rather than sleep a full night. The spirit was a terrifying creature that showed its true cruelty within Ryou's dreams. He was used to waking up in a startle with a racing heart and fear clawing along his skin, but not this time. This time, he roused gradually to the humming of the moving plane and the gentle up and down movement of Seto's breathing. "Mnn," he murmured, caught between waking up and falling back to sleep.

He took in a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. He was so warm and comfortable, that he didn't even jump when his sleepy haze cleared enough for him to remember exactly where he was. He just tilted his head to look up at his partner, and a light flush dusted over his nose.

Seto's sleeping face was... Cute. He'd never seen the man even remotely relaxed. Even during their, well, escapades, Seto's expression remained tight and firm, no matter how seductive or comforting he was being. Somehow... he felt even safer than before.

His attention did, eventually, pull away from the slumbering face to look down at the comforter hiding their bodies. Seto had gone soft. Guilt mixed with disappointment, and Ryou strongly considered reaching down under the covers to try and give the CEO a little bit of attention, after all, Seto couldn't stop him if he were asleep... He harshly shut the idea down. How could he possibly do such a dastardly thing!? Even considering it made him an absolute donkey; and yet...

He looked back up at Seto's sleeping face and spread his fingers out over the taller teen's chest. Maybe it would be okay if he just- after all it was supposed to be his turn, right? With a bright red face, Ryou shifted slowly up to touch their lips together and tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to Seto's lower lip.
 
He hadn't even had the chance to fight the comfortable sleep he'd fallen into. Not that that was a bad thing. In fact, it made it much easier to rouse than usual for him as he felt the albino shifting about on him. He was almost to the point of opening his eyes when soft lips touched his own and made him pause. When a tentative tongue poked at his lip however, he could only smirk at it.

Within a moment sharp eyes were percing down on his adorable lover, followed swiftly by his hands reaching out and grasping his sides in order to flip their positions quickly. He settled with one leg between Ryou's, brushing his thigh ever so slightly over his cock. And he deepened the soft kiss just enough to add an aphasia to their closeness without the use of his own tongue coming into play, simply allowing their lips to settle together.

It only lasted for a few moments as he stared down on bim though, pulling back just enough after for them to be able to see each others faces clearly. In a warm, seductive tone that match his predatory look all to well, he simply said, "Hi."
 
Ryou squeaked against Seto's lips as he was flipped. His legs spread absently to accommodate Seto's, and that squeak turned into a tiny gasp that helped to break that erotic, yet oddly innocent kiss.

He looked up at his partner with wide, doe eyes. His cheeks burned red and he held his breath as Seto looked down on him with a terrifying, sultry gaze. He'd just woken up, and his body was already burning again. "H-hi?"
 
With a chuckle, Seto leaned closer ad poked their noses together for a moment before backing off, petting lightly at Ryou's sides. He didn't loose the intensity in his stare, though a smirk crawled across his face to join it as he looked down between the two of them. Their bodies were shielded by the shadow of the blanket, but that didn't stop him from taking an adamant stare. Or the tease that came with it.

"How's your knobber?"
 
Ryou swallowed thickly as their noses touched, and he lifted his head for another kiss, only for Seto to pull away. He followed Seto's stare and a rampant tingle coursed through his body. The question pulled an embarrassed squeal from his lips, and Ryou covered his red face with his hands. "I- well it's- it's strange," he managed to babble out.

He pressed his thighs together in an attempt to hide himself, but all he managed to do was squeeze Seto's legs between them; and that's when it registered. They were naked, on the bed, and Seto was on top of him. He could feel the taller teen's flaccid shaft against him... It was so heavy. He turned his head away with a shy mewl.

"It tingles," he confessed, trying to pull his mind away from the monster laying dormant against him. "Kind of hurts, as if I don't want you to touch it anymore but," his eyes shut tight. "But I also really want you to."
 
Despite how obviously flustered he was, which Seto was enjoying immensely of course, Ryou managed to give him a pretty comprehensible answer. It was surprising in its own right, but he was beginning to be less surprised by just how surprising Ryou's responses were. That didn't deter from the novelty at all, though.

Careful of their relative positions, Seto shifted. He was having fun teasing the poor creature beneath him, of course. But he got the feeling that if he took it too far, it wouldn't go very well for him. That might not make much sense considering the particular vibe the shorter male had given off thus far, but Seto was well aware of limits. He'd spent most of his life testing them in any sense of their being. So he shifted and lifted his right hand to pet over the ones Ryou was hiding behind.

When the virginesque teen did manage to peek out from his hiding place he wouldn't see that same predatory look staring down on him from over his nose. What he got was a softer one. At least, as soft as Seto might have been able to muster. It was genuine and calm, looking at him straight on, and just barely promised that light smile he'd given out previously. "Ryou," he offered evenly. "You're too cute for your own good."

Again he shifted carefully, this time to pull back up into a full sit, on his knees and looking down at him rather than down on him. This moved the blanket back and exposed them both, but took away the domineering feeling of being so close and touching. All of which was done purely for the mouse's sake.

Ryou wanted to continue. So did Seto. That wouldn't proceed very quickly if he continued to tease him and make him squirm so nervously. Not at the moment, anyway. That didn't mean he wouldn't play with him more later, of course. "I have a few ideas of what we can do next. It just depends on how quickly you want to move things along."

He realized he might be putting himself in a spot by giving the smaller male they keys to the car, so to say. It wasn't something he would normally do either. But the fact was that almost nothing Ryou had exhibited thus far had been on any norm he recognized. It required a different sort of approach. At least, as far as he was concerned.
 
Seto's hand touched his own and Ryou mumbled an objection, but it didn't take much for the CEO to guide his hands away from his face. It took a little longer to relax his eyes from their tight scrunch. The look he was being given was vastly different. It still wracked him with shivers, but it was a less ferocious feeling.

Ryou responded with yet another squeak and shy glances to the side, followed by a stuttered out "Th-thank you."

The CEO sat up, and Ryou remained on his back on the bed. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he left them limp on either side of his head. His fingers curled and his eyebrows pinched together in confusion. His shyly shifting eyes finally tilted up to fully meet Seto's gaze. "I'm sorry," he started. "I'm not sure what that means."

He paused and nibbled his lower lip before continuing. "But I would really like," he released a nervous puff of air. "To have a turn."
 
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Seto's head tilted slightly as Ryou finally peeked up at him. The change as the smaller male relaxed hit him hard enough in the gut that he needed to take a light breath. This little brat didn't even know what he was doing and he was managing to drive Seto up the wall far too well. It didn't bother him really, but it wasn't lost on him at all.

He sat forward with a heavy huff. "Now that isn't fair," he informed him, his tone teasing the edge of a pout in it.

He leaned forward and grasped Ryous legs behind the knee gently, pulling them up and fitting his own knees beneath them as he moved closer and trailed his fingers up the outside of his thighs. The move closer didn't stop until they were nearly nose to nose once again. "You can't say something like that to me when you've got such a fuckable look on you."

Down he continued, pressing their lips together lightly and sneaking his tongue between his own to lap at the seal of Ryou's. His hands continued their trailing path upward, over his hips and sides and landing at his waist before beginning their journey tight back down in the same way.
 
Confusion pinched his eyebrows together, but the expression didn't last long. He jumped and sucked in a sharp gasp as his legs were lifted and Seto settled between them. They were so close, and Seto was touching over his shivering thighs. Seto leaned in again, and Ryou's lips parted, shaky breaths bathing the CEO's in a damp heat. "I- Wh-what?" But he wasn't given time to articulate his confusion into words. Another kiss started, and Ryou mewled into it.

He was lost. He didn't know what Seto could mean by 'fuckable.' He was a man, so there was no where for Seto to, well, go; but it didn't matter. What ever was going to happen, he wanted it. He wanted it so badly his body ached for it, and he had no doubt that Seto would give it to him; whatever it was.

Seto's hands trailed over his thighs and up his hips, and Ryou absently rolled them up. He sucked in a sharp breath from his nose when he came to a very sudden realization. He was basically in the taller teen's lap, and Seto's trouser anaconda was resting over his own knob. His shaft twitched. It was big, and hot, and Ryou reached down to touch it. He barely reached the well groomed happy trail before his arm shot back to join his other arm in wrapping tightly around Seto's shoulders. "Seto," he whimpered around the CEO's tongue.

He was shivering, but not out of fear. He was most certainly nervous, but his body was reacting to something else. Being in this position brought about a rampant, confusing need. He held Seto tighter, his legs tentatively lifting to wrap around his waist in an unconscious want to bring him closer.
 
Ryou was still nervous. That was obvious. But it didn't stop his confused body from reacting in just the right way to nearly send a shiver down Seto's spine. He pulled their lips apart just enough to coo a warm word in his direction. It wasn't a demand.

"Relax."

His hands continued their trails, one keeping to the same pattern while the other slid down Ryou's body between them and took a generous hold to both of their members. There was a lot to grip there, ad while seto did have larger hands, he kept the main attention of it to a satisfying stroke against Ryou's, opting to use mainly just a coiled thumb on his own.

"I know what im doing." He leaned down again, only this time to offer light abuse to the albino's neck and throat, taking a good moment to suckle and nip just below and behind the tender skin of his ear before going back to the previous attention. "I'll give you what you want."
 
Relax

That one word, said so kindly, was enough to help Ryou stuttering breath even out, but he couldn't stop his shaking. Every brush along his skin sent another rush of anticipation through his nerves, and his body responded with little shudders; and when Seto wrapped his hand around them both his hips twitched up into it.

Ryou tilted his head back to give Seto more access to his slim throat. His fingers curled, the tip pressing hard into the other teen's back. "Okay," he breathed.

As he'd said before, his gradually inflating shaft was in a strange state. The friction against it bordered on painful, especially when the foreskin was tugged over the tender glands; and yet each stroke inched him closer and closer to the whimpering mess he'd been before. It was a terribly gradual process, and still having some cognitive thinking by this point was a tad nerve wracking; but he wanted more. He didn't want to be idle again, as wonderful as it had been.

Ryou puffed a nervous moan while sliding his right hand from Seto's back. The trail down the taller teen's chest and stomach was slow and shy, but determined. This time, when his fingers touched Seto's cock, he didn't jump away. "But, I'd like to touch you too this time," he murmured quietly.
 
The change he worked at had happened. Ryou wasn't a complicit ball of writhing need, nor was he a jittery ball of nerves. He sat somewhere in the middle. That was where Seto preferred him. He was glad he'd gone through with wringing him out to dry earlier on. It had worked wonders to put him at a level the CEO appreciated. After all, it was the most fun place to be when he stepped up his game again and threw him into utterly desperate pleasure all over again.

Ryou's hand began traveling down his body and the promise stated before he even spoke sent tingling shivers of excitement rolling straight into his stiffening shaft. A soft huff of air was the albino's first response to the move. The second was a light nod. "Sounds more than fair to me at this point." He was willing to give Ryou a small taste of what he seemed to have been after for a while now.

Removing his free hand from petting at Ryou, he took the smaller hand and guided it into wrapping around his girth. It barely fit far enough to even brush his own cock with his fingers, but that really didn't matter with the way he was holding it in his place. He lifted the thumb that had been wrapped around his own piece to make 3ay for Ryou's hand, closing it back over against and between his two middle fingers and returned to the process he had been working at previously. Now the smaller teen was led into steady, satisfying strokes right in line with Kaiba's attention.

The shiver the larger male gave for the change in feeling was stronger, more visible this time. It was also auditory since it came with an accompanying hum that relaxed Seto's face even further. His eyes closed for a short moment before peeking back open and leaning in close to his new little lover all over again. A smile stretched his lips as he pressed them firmly against the soft ones below him, once again testing the waters and offering a teasing link to their seal.

This was an offering of his own in a way. The foreign touch was exhilarating. The least he could do in return was offer something he now knew his partner liked quite a bit. Having all but begged for the kisses before hand, he felt he had a pretty good grasp on what turned Ryou on more now. At least as far as the albino knew, that is. He had plenty of teasing and testing to do going forward to see what else drove him off the deep end.

Seto's free hand returned to its earlier duty, hispets becoming more generous as they traveled up and down his sides, over his chest and scars lightly, and tempted little shocks by stooping at each nipple to give it the quickest pinch and roll between his large fingers.
 
Breathy, moaning gasps left his mouth as Seto arranged his hand around them. His fingers curled around the bulk of his partner's shaft, and Ryou's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He could feel the heat, the girth, the silky skin, and that pulsing. He nearly pulled away again as yet another wave of shy nervousness hit him... But he couldn't. Not when Seto's face had relaxed and a pleased hum came from those thin lips. It felt good, and it wasn't just him feeling it this time.

"Kai- Seto," he stumbled while lowering his other hand between them. He accepted the kiss gratefully and moaned into it quietly. Ryou parted his lips for the invading tongue and tried to pet along it with his own; while he wrapped his other hand over the top of Seto's to join it in stroking them.

Ryou arched his chest into the petting hand, and his shaft twitched and throbbed at the light pinches he got to his nipples. He mewled into the kiss and rolled his hips, his hands gripping a little tighter as they tried to pick up the pace of their strokes into thoughtless jacking.
 
He was pleased at the attempt to play back. More than he'd even thought he would be. Seto lead Ryou's tongue in a gentle dance, aiding him along in feeling as though he was a part of things. He was, of course, but this was his own attempt to include him. One he hadn't been willing to accept before.

A cool shiver rolled down his spine as another hand joined his own, forcing a soft huff from his nose as it tugged and pushed for more. Though he didn't want to, Seto broke their kiss, trailing it off with several soft pecks across his cheek and down his throat all over again.

"The beauty of having a partner is in getting to experience the pleasure, Ryou." His tone remained as light as it had been before, if just slightly lecturing. "You don't have to try for the fastest result. The longer you can go, the better it gets."

He shifted down to cover Ryou's collar bone in several light kisses, a bit of a smirk crawling across his face as he peeked up at him with sure blue eyes. "I'll show you."

With that he shifted down, replacing his petting hand with tongue and lips. He had no doubt the albino would be dejected as he slowly pulled his own cock further and further from Ryou's grasp as he went. To help the feeling of loss however, he took his right hand and guided Ryou's to encircle his own member, coiling his long fingers around his hand securely and keeping him at an even, satisfying pace.

He made his decent slowly, stopping at each nipple along the way and tucking the nubs between his teeth to abuse between them with the tip of his tongue. He did this twice to each one, first one, then the other, then back again. "You're doing way too well for your first time," he complimented smoothly before he continued teasing his way down with his mouth.

He didn't stop again until he reached their laced fingers, his soft look waning into something just a little devious right before closing the space between his lips and the tip of Ryou's cock. With their hands still stroking, Kaiba sucked the tip between his lips just far enough to get a grip. Well, that, and to be able to sift his tongue up against the head beneath the foreskin and roll it around the entirety of it in a clockwise manner as he sucked.

He didn't stay for long though. And his attention turned more focused as he tugged away from the likely torturous treatment and continued on his way. Sharp blue eyes tugged away from Ryou's face and hinted toward his focus. First, he fondled at the smaller teens balls with his mouth, taking them in in a similar way as he had his head and using his tongue to fondle at them within his mouth. A warm hum was idled around them, but he didn't let that last for too long either. Neither had been his goal.

Instead his free hand landed itself over top of Ryou's thigh, his thumb wrapping around to the back side. In one solid motion he was diving for his goal at the same time as he used his thumb to spread open Ryou's cheeks from the left side. He gave no warning or preamble before he extended his tongue and delved it into the tight pucker, only not pushing in all the way so that he could stimulate the ringed muscle and press against its sides in a rather cruel attack on his senses.

If Ryou could get past his panic for the sudden change, Seto already knew he would be rolling in pleasure as he made his move. He'll, even if he couldn't get over his panic, chances were it would like be the same case, only more frantic. He was prepared for either circumstance, having captured one hand that continued their stroking, and having capture his thigh heavily so he couldn't buck as wildly as he might be capable considering his jittery responses so far.
 
Ryou puffed softly as the kiss broke. He turned his head with the light kisses, and tilted it back to offer up more of his neck to those exploring lips. His face was already lightly flushed, but as Seto chided him it burned into a beat red that reached down over his chest. "Ah, uhn, sorry," he sputtered, slowing his hands to match the pace Seto had set.

He squeaked at the delicious promise, and arched his chest into kissing lips. He did let out an unhappy grunt as he felt his partners cock slide free of their hands, but he didn't have the time to argue. His hand was guided to grasp himself, and Seto's started another satisfying, but gradual stroking. "Eeep!" He yipped as teeth meet his nipples. They hardened into tine pebbles, and Ryou was once more left with the thought that his chest shouldn't feel so good. He wasn't a girl. Yet each nip sent a tingly shock down to his groin.

Ryou began to shiver again and he lifted his free hand to his mouth as Seto settled between his legs. "I... I'm glad to be... good enough," he managed from behind his hand.

He bit down hard on his middle finger and his hips jolted up to try and get deeper into the mouth now wrapped around his bellend. His toes curled and his eyes crossed. He'd become so sensitive that the intense stimulation to his glands and foreskin bordered on pleasure and pain, leaning toward the former. Thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, Seto moved on from the maddening licking, leaving him to quietly whimper.

He jumped a little as Seto moved down to his balls. It was another thing he'd never thought to stimulate before. It wasn't as intense, but it was still a very pleasant feeling. The CEO's warm, wet tongue bathed over his sack, almost as if grooming the soft, thin hair; But he didn't linger there either. Seto lifted up his leg and moved down further, and then....

Ryou squealed. It was high pitched and came with an amusing expression of wide eyed surprise and horror. "Don't do that!" He shrieked, bucking his hips to try and escape the prodding tongue; but he was firmly held in place. His stroking hand had stopped, but Seto's kept it going, and he could feel himself pulse at the first touch to his ring piece. Precum dribbled onto his stomach despite the absolute horror drenching him in an icy chill. "That's dir-!" Ryou threw his hand back and clamped his palm over his mouth to stop the moans that tried to slip free. His tight little hole twitched at the touch, clenching and relaxing as if begging that tongue to push in. "B-blimey..." he mewled behind his hand.
 
He let out a warm, calm hum in response to Ryou's frantic reaction, hoping to allow him to settle some because of it. Seto pulled back just barely, never stopping that magnanimous stroking. "How many times do I have to tell you I know what I'm doing?" The tease was lighthearted, but came with some rather pertinent information. "I'm going to make you feel good like this first. So you can make me feel good after. I do need to prepare you for it."

He saw how Ryou's body was reacting. It was practically begging for more and deeper as if it already knew what to expect. His mind, on the other hand, clearly wasn't keeping up with that obvious Want. It was a bit odd, but not something unexpected. He simply wanted more, even if he didn't know what that more would be. At least as far as Seto was concerned.

Because of that, he obliged. The learned CEO retook his position, once more offering that taught Ring a bit of delicious abuse before he plunged in deeper with little restraint. He knew what he was searching out instantly, whether Ryou understood or not. But since the naive teen was having trouble containing himself in attempt of jumping away, he only manipulated his tongue, flattening and rounding it as it dove deeper and played against the walls in its search. He wouldn't take the aid of his fingers to help stretch him until he was further gone.

It didn't take long at all for him to located that lovely bundle of nerves he was seeking. There was no gentle way to continue from here. Quick, rough flicks were offered, followed by heavy, loving links, and then just simple pressure. No matter how he teased at his prostate, the feeling it would garner would be overwhelming for anyone. So he simply dove in and gave him the best treatment his experience would allow, paying close attention to how Ryou's body reacted.

That would be what would determine how he went about prepping him, after all. His current treatment might be too much to allow him the leeway he needed to continue like this. Regardless, and for good measure, as he abused that sensitive bundle he added a heavy hum around his tongue into the mix; just to see what it would do to him.
 
"I- I know but there is-!" That last bit of information didn't quite register at first. Prepare him for what? Was Seto expecting him to do the same? His thought process came to a screeching halt when Seto ducked back down again and his tongue returned to its teasing. The slippery muscle slipped in and a wave of panic pulled an odd noise from his mouth; and he tried to buck his hips away one more time... and then it started to move around inside him.

Ryou's back arched hard, his eyes went wide, and his palm clamped down over his mouth to hide another squeal. His leg muscles shivered and his hips continued to lightly rock, but it seemed he'd lost the strength to actually try pulling away. In fact, the moment Seto touched something inside of him, Ryou's legs loosely pinched together, trapping the CEO's head in place.

His eyes rolled back again and expletives were babbled into his hand. Each time that little bundle was brushed against, Ryou felt his his orgasm rush closer and closer; and then he realized it. What Seto meant. Why the CEO had to prepare his arse.

Ryou whined in a high pitch and his body lurched and clenched, and the epiphany that Seto was going to be inside him threw him roughly into the deep end. "Oh bloody fucking hell!" He yelped as he twisted and bucked for a vastly different reason. His stroking hand sped up for a few more hard strokes before Ryou's toes curled and Seto's name was yelped out as he came; covering his stomach in short spurts of seed while his sphincter clenched around the invading tongue.
 
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Ryou relaxed. Whether it was unintentional due to the intense pleasure he threw him right back into or not wasn't really at question. It boded well for his liking to absolutely torture this sweet naive body to new heights. As well as for his plans on how to prepare him.

It didn't take long. Seto was well versed with his tongue and well timed with his strokes. With Ryou being as new to the sensation as he was, a quick end was inevitable. He helped the teen through his orgasm, picki g up his strokes right along with the albino's attempts, and evening them out to draw him out ad long as possible after. And, of course, the absolute abuse of his prostate in the process only pushed it further.

Once Ryou's body had calmed Seto pulled away and sat up from between lazily pressed together kneed to look over his prize. His conquest's body was so incredibly lewd. The refractory period had helped of course, but that didn't make him any less pleased to see the absolute mess he'd made of him; proper mess on his stomach withstanding.

A smirk rolled across his lips and showered down just how pleased he was with the scene he'd made. And he crawled forward to place them in a now somewhat familiar position as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the spent teens forehead. Judging by how he'd reacted to the taste of cum earlier, he very highly doubted the new one would be very palatable for him.

"Just like that," he mentioned as he pulled back to look down at him. "Only it will be even better when you get the real thing."
 
Ryou continued to quiver as he gradually came down from his orgasmic high. He pulled his hand away from his mouth and flopped them down on either side of his head while taking in deep, but quick breaths. When Seto crawled back up him, Ryou reached out his arms to weakly rest them over the taller teen's shoulders. His little bubbly haze was popped, however, when Seto leaned in for a kiss. He flinched hard and grunted in displeasure, only to puff out a sigh of relief when lips pressed to his forehead rather than his lips.

Ryou swallowed hard at the promise sent his way. He couldn't help but glance down at the currently unsatified erection jutting up between them. It really was rather... Large. He couldn't imagine it fitting inside of him, and yet the thought of Seto trying sent his libido soaring again. Though his body was too spent to react. "I'll do my best," he promised with a shy huff as he slowly spread his legs.
 
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His head tilted slightly as he took a contemplative looking over his bedded companion; cute and nieve one moment, shy and nervous another, determined right after, and a mix of them all at once. It wasn't necessarily different from anything g he was used to seeing, but at the same time it was. It could have been the fact that he didn't tend to bed people he had any sort of history with, no matter how small, except on rare occasion. Though it was.more likely that he hadn't expected what he was seeing from the mouse of a man he'd interacted with in the past. Now that he was thinking about it though...

The cute look he was offered all over again thinned out his smirk into that small semblance of a smile he'd had to offer previously, a soft huff of humored breath accompanying it as he ruffled his clean hand through soft white locks and used his other to support himself in pushing away to sit up properly. "First we'll have a snack," he informed him in that business casual way of his as he turned and popped open a snapping drawer in the bedside table.

Seto pulled out a warm steamed towel a pressed it down against Ryou's messed stomach, turning to sit on the side of the bed for his own to clean his hand as he gave him a cheeky peek from the corner of his eye as that teasing tone rolled right back on. "Those adorable faces of yours are just too kissable to pass up, and I doubt you'd like what you got out of that right now." With a chuckle, he added in a more informative one, "Besides. If you have any hope of 'doing your best' you'll need to be a lot more relax than you are now. We'll move to the hot tub."

Now that he thought of it, he honestly could have guessed as much. Seto was a very detail oriented person. And even when he didn't look to be caring to take in what was going on around him, he did so meticulously. He'd seen Ryou interact in a very different light than he'd been giving him credit for thus far. He had plenty of backbone in a sense, at least. If nothing else, it was a spark; one that the sent a thrilling chill down the CEO's spine and a triggered a curiosity he was more than willing to explore.

On top of that, and almost as important as the fact that he found Ryou relatively interesting, he wasn't horrible at this. Well, he certainly lacked knowledge and would undoubtedly leave a lot to be desired when it came to actually being able to perform properly, but those were thing that could be easily fixed. What had caught his attention on this note was that the albino male made his own body react more harshly than anyone else's ever had. And that only made him more interesting. Seto did love to entertain himself with things that interested him.

He was seriously debating keeping the guy around for reasons other than their earlier agreed upon terms. It wouldn't be the first time. And this time might even prove to be more worth it.
 
Ryou moved into the affection touch, but furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Seto pulled away. With one sentence and a change in tone, Seto had flipped their situation onto its head. "A snack?" He responded, gradually pushing himself up onto his hands, his breathing evening back out to normal. A warm towel ran across his stomach just as it gave a loud growl, reminding Ryou of how long it might have been since he'd properly eaten. The spirit had a tendency to forget.

His face had just about returned to its pale color, but Seto heated it right back up into a deep pink. "Y-Yes, I suppose that's true, and I am quite hungry," he agreed with a nod, his head tilted down to look at the mattress. But he perked back up a tad at the mention of a hot tub. He took a moment to look around. He'd been too lost in his lust to notice anything but the colors and just how comfortable the bed is. Now he could spot the circular shape in the floor that he could only assume concealed the hot tub. "That all sounds very nice but..." He glanced at the CEO's lap, then quickly looked away with a little squeak. "Are you sure that there isn't anything you'd like me to do for you? Your, ah," he swallowed thickly, "Current state, doesn't seem very comfortable."
 
"It isn't, " he agreed easily with a snarky chuckle. "It also isn't anything I can't handle. I'm used to it. In order to get what I want, I plan on getting you what you need."

He stood, walking over to the mat on the floor and squatting down to unbutton and fold it back just after pressing a button on the bedside table.

"How can I help you Mister Kaiba?" The same woman's voice from earlier came as a response to to the press of said button.

"Have our refreshments finished and placed in the bar immediately," he ordered as he worked.

"Of course, Sir." Then there was a soft click.

As he finished, the sandy haired man stood and walked back toward his ward, stooping forward and leaning down over him as a seductive smirk slithered across his face. "Why do you care so much?" Despite the look, the question was genuinely curious. After all, it wasn't something he encountered often. Whether out of nervousness, intimidation, overstimulation, or something else, the majority of his previous lovers had been rather selfish.
 
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A slight frown pulled his lips as he was denied once more. The explanation didn't help much either, the view however... Ryou slowly sat up, the sheets pooling in his lap as he lifted his knees and rested his arms on them. He'd thought it before, but as his eyes raked over Seto's scarred back he couldn't help but think it again. This man was beautiful.

He swallowed thickly as Seto crouched down to uncover the hot tub. He felt his eyes wander downwards to a very taunt arse. He looked away quickly and fiddled his fingers over his elbows. He heard Seto ordering their food, but didn't risk looking over until Seto reached the side of the bed. His shy doe eyes met predatory blue, and a hard shiver visibly rolled through his body. His mouth opened to speak, but he only managed a few noises before he tried to look away once more...

Only to find himself facing that massive shaft all over again. Except this time, it was fully erect. Heat rose up from the tips of his toes to the ends of his ears. He tried to look away. He told himself to look away, but he couldn't. He swallowed hard before answering with a question of his own. "Why wouldn't I?"

Tentatively, Ryou reached out his hand. He peeked up at Seto slowly. "Isn't the beauty of having a partner in getting to experience the pleasure?" He leaned forward a little and touched his fingertip to the large head. His fingers flinched away and he looked back down with yet another gulp and forced his fingers to return to their place. Nervous, excited shivers left goosebumps on his skin when he fully wrapped his hand around the thick shaft. His fingers unable to touch. "'t's... really thick," he mumbled under his breath. He managed half of a loose stroke before a loud 'ding!' startled him.

Ryou yelped out loud, let go of Seto, and lurched himself back. He squealed and scurried, catching his legs and arms in the blanket, effectively tangling himself into a fluffy cocoon.

A small area in the wall opened up, and a tray full of their requested snacks and drinks was neatly pushed into view.
 
That little shit. An eyebrow rose as Ryou turned Seto's own words against him while reaching out toward his very eager hard on. And it was eager. It gave a twitch just before those eyes turned back down on it. Ryou wasn't the only one with goosebumps. The on-again off-again teasing he was receiving wasn't torture of anything of the like, but he was nowhere used to this much attention to his own pleasure. The gesture in itself was a Hell of a turn on. The touches were enough to have his skin crawling and his cock aching miserably. He schooled his features for Ryou's sake this time, relaxing once again and allowing a warm huff of air to billow from his chest.

Then he actually gripped it, and his relaxed stance was a bit less forced. Damn, this guy was doing stuff to him that just didn't seem feasible with everything he knew about his own body. The relaxed feeling he could accept, but the rising tide those unknowable touches were producing were absolutely ludicrous. Still, he allowed a soft hum to pass over his lips as he watched that serious face, determined and focused as he worked, Seto unable to help but soften his own tight expression as he did.

Though once again it seemed it was for naught. Whether it was because he was so heavily focused, or simply just that jumpy, the interruption of the dumbell had the poor whelp nearly wetting himself in absolute panic. The stop this time was actually near agonizing. It wouldn't have been enough in the long run, but fuck if it hadn't been good enough to bring him that really good high he'd been needing for a while. And it was bringing him along nicely too. He might have even been able to lead Ryou into getting him off with some help when it became too much to handle judging by how well it had been going.

But...

Honestly, it was almost worth it. The small being in his bed flauled and rolled around so much that he literally lost himself in a ball of sheets, squealing like an absolute maniac and scurrying around like a puppy on a freshly waxed floor. He might be aching something fierce over his own loss, but the sight he got in return for it was so absolutely flabbergasting that he became utterly lost in it.

It was so insane he couldn't even fully comprehend it enough to find a place to mock it properly. What came out instead was that same relaxed tune that had made its way out of him several times so far since they'd gotten here. Only, instead of a warm chuckle it was, of course, a warm laugh; a warm laugh that hit him hard enough in the gut that he actually had to lower himself down to his knees while continuing to use the bed he'd been leaning beside for support as he lifted his right hand and brushed it over the face of a shaking head, burying it into his bangs lightly to avoid literally doubling over.
 
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