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Good; for many reasons. At least it seemed to some extent Ryou had been enjoying himself in the act. Seto returned the kiss for a long moment in reward, continuing the pet to his cheek as he did so before pulling away just an inch. He'd been very patient up until now, but he was aching fiercely for a relief that would threaten to back away if they didn't continue. And Ryou had been so adamant to bring it about before. "Then make me make it again," he suggested in a seductive purr.

He pulled his hand away from the thigh he'd been grasping and took hold of Ryou's free hand to lead it back to his rather angry erection, curling their fingers around it together. It was incredibly sensitive and the pulse of euphoria that wracked him from just their touch was almost painful. Enough so that he had to pause and close his eyes against it, pressing his forehead against Ryou's and huffing out a bated breath. "You'll do fine. I'll help you."

With another breath he led Ryou's hand into a short stroke but was forced to stop when a deep set shutter rolled over him so strong it locked him up. It took him a moment but he tried again, this time managing to get the stroke and roll Ryou's hand over the head before he gasped out a frustrated groan for the pause his body forced on him. It was becoming obvious he might have been a little too patient and that this might not be the way to fix things after all. He hadn't noticed that the hand he'd been previously petting Ryou'scheek with had moved to take purchase at the base of his neck for support rather than in support.
 
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Seto's words were met with a stuttering breath and a full bodied shiver. He brushed his fingers lightly over along Seto's cheek bone and shivered again. He wanted to get that look again. He wanted to know that his partner was feeling at least a fraction of the bliss that had been given so generously offered to him; and he thought he'd scuffed his chance. But Seto's hand took his, and Ryou gasped softly as their fingers wrapped around the still needy shaft that he had so carelessly neglected. "Okay," he agreed, tilting his head up slightly as their foreheads touched. "I'll do my best." This time, the promise came without trepidation. Instead, it came with a sweet, if slightly nervous, smile. He truly hoped his best would be enough.

The first stroke was oddly short, but Ryou stopped and started when Seto did. He rubbed his hand over the dripping head as guided, and again, he stopped with his partner's pause. It took far too long for things to click. Kaiba wasn't stopping on purpose. "It's okay," he puffed gently. He took a moment to sit up straight and slide a little closer to his partner. The new position and unhunching his back gave him a bit of height on the usually taller teen. He kept their foreheads together and looked down into that pained face.

Ryou moved his hand from Seto's cheek to lower it between them and guide the other teen's hand away. "I can do it," he puffed before wrapping both hands around the throbbing cock in a firm grip and stroked. It wasn't learned, it had little to no technique, but he didn't pause, he didn't stop. He squeezed his right hand carefully over the dripping with each upstroke, inadvertently spreading the precum about as a makeshift lube.
 
He wasn't lost on what to do. He wouldn't admit to that. He just needed a moment to think through the fog set on his brain by the pain of being so close and being unable to follow through on his own. It was something he hadn't dealt with before, but not something he couldn't get past. Before he had long enough to ponder on it however his hand was being removed from himself and a solution was being offered to him. And before he had time to be offended by the lack it was already being offered. He was staring helplessly up into almond eyes as his body complied eagerly with the change.

"Fuck." It came out in a bubbled groan of pleasure as bated huffs took over his breath while he was inched higher with each inexperienced stroke. But it wasnt a complaint because it was his own suggestion. Still extra heat was forming in his chest and face as he was forced to close his eyes against the force of the coming wave as his freed hand gripped Ryou's hip and he coiled a bit against it pressing their foreheads together a bit heavier. There was no helping it. He'd never lost it like this before.

And lose it he did. Being so close before, it didn't take long at all for him to release a warbling groan of relief as the dam finally broke and painted Ryou's attending hands with his release and made an impressive mess between the two of them, leaving Seto shivering heavily in its wake.
 
Seto was falling apart against him. Seto Kaiba was moaning and shivering, and he was the cause. That groaned out curse was met with a quiet, pleasured breath. His own erection throbbed and a dollop of precum bubbled up at the tip. Everything Seto was doing was sending tingly sparks through his body to pool in his groin. He would have wrapped his arms around the teen to pull him in close if his hands weren't otherwise occupied. He would have caught Seto's open mouth in a kiss if the sight of him weren't too good to pass up.

Ryou jumped a little at the first shot of cum, but his hands didn't pause for a moment. He continued his awkward stroking until the last pump of cum was release. Then he gently pulled his hands away from the no doubt tender shaft, and instead wrapped his arms around Seto's shoulders again. The mess was smeared along the CEO's back as Ryou tugged him in for a happy cling. "Thank you," he murmured, nuzzling his nose into chestnut hair.
 
His shaft was released and arms were wrapped around him instead. The chuckle he couldnt help but give for the thanks was warm. He couldn't help it. It was weird and it surprised him. Ryou nuzzled into him and, now that he was able to move again, Kaiba returned the gesture in his own way. He loosened his grips and moved to petting smoothly over the albino's back with one hand, the other drawing up and down the thigh it had been previously clinging to.

"Well," he teased, "That was certainly an eventful break." Considering their break had been very obviously interrupted at one point in time, one couldnt hold it against them.

"We should at least finish our snacks." He hadn't even tucked in to his own. But then, it wasn't as if he could be talked out of continuing on since the break had been for Ryou mostly, and he had almost finished his. The only question was if he was relaxed enough to continue, really.
 
Ryou's delighted grasp on Seto loosened and he sighed blissfully into his hair as the CEO's hands returned to him. He shivered again, the man's palm hot on his cooling skin, and when the other returned to his thigh he couldn't stop his hips from humping up slightly. His shaft throbbed in anticipation of a touch, but Seto's words pulled a pitiful whine from his throat. That wasn't fair at all! Seto promised that after he let Ryou have a turn, that it would be his again, and he wanted it.

He pulled away from his hug to look down at the man with a pitiful look. He didn't want to wait. But if all he had to do was finish his snack then... He reached out quickly to snatch up his last cream puff and pop it into his mouth. He chewed twice before regret hit him in the gut. "Oh, oh! That's-!" His hands were still covered in Seto's cum, and now it was smeared on the pastry in his mouth. He turned his head away and covered his mouth, keeping his hand several inches away from making contact.

Ryou scrunched his eyes tight and forced himself to chew and swallow the tainted treat, and once it was gone he opened his mouth with a 'blech!' and a hard shake of his head.
 
The look he received as Ryou pulled away was striking. Apparently he wanted to carry on without inturruption. It was a thrilling notion that brought a pleasing shiver down his spine to land a pang in his only just deflated shaft that, unfortunately, did nothing to bring it back to life at the moment. But it was pleasing none-the-less. He hadn't only changed the subject in avoidance of his feelings on the matter, however. Not that he had time to mention as much, as the mouse on his lap took matters into his own hands quite suddenly.

Kaiba didn't even think about the ramifications of the action until they became clear due to his own thought process, so when they did, his own eyes widened for a moment before he caught on and snuffed out a snicker. This turned into full on laughter as Ryou's face scrunched and, instead of spitting out the offending food, he chose to suffer and chewed and swallowed it instead. He'd shoved the entire treat in his mouth as well, so it took him a good moment to do so.

Seto calmed slightly, though still sat snickering as he mentioned, "You did that to yourself," as he leaned down to reached for his own treat.

He picked up the fork and pronged a few pieces of pineapple for the first time. Surely the acid or tange could offset the taste that was likely offending Ryou's senses if he had a few bites. "Here," he offered as he leveled himself and lifted the fork to soft lips. "Try this."
 
Ryou pulled his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed one more time before turning a puffy pout down at Seto. "It's not funny," he huffed, clearly offended, yet he couldn't help but enjoy that rumbling laughter. "That's rude Seto. It's not funny," he huffed out with the most adorable attempt at a glare. However, his attention was pulled away when a new treat was presented to him. It was on a fork, and thankfully free of any of the substance that was still coating his tongue, and Ryou happily took the offer with a quiet, but audible 'Ahhum.'

He sat back on Seto's knees and hummed in relief as he chewed. The burn and tangy tingling on his tongue made his mouth water and completely over came that bad taste. Ryou's pout became a delighted smile after he swallowed, his eyes curving. "That's much better. Thank you."
 
Ryou really was too cute for his own good. Everything from his pout, to his attempt to glare, to the way he opened up and accepted the treat were absolutely adorable. And Seto would absolutely deny how much it softened his features and loosened his shoulders if it were ever pointed out to him. As it sat at the moment, he didn't notice for himself. He just chuckled back at the delighted look that was being beamed down at him and shook his head lightly.

"You're so easy to please," he mentioned as he leaned down and pricked up another bite for his partner and brought it back up for him.

A smirk trailed across his lips as he looked him over and a familiar heat entered his eyes as his free hand returned its trail over his thigh. "And don't worry. I do plan on pleasing you to the fullest extent soon. But while you had your break already, I'm going to need mine now if you want me to do that in the best way possible for you."
 
Food truly was the way to Ryou's heart, and he happily munched up the offered treat just as before; but the happy hum that followed dissolved rather quickly into a shivering sigh. Seto's hand ran up his thigh, and his still eager erection twitched in anticipation of a touch; and that promise had him all but melting. Then it was followed by a 'but,' and he couldn't hide the tiny whine in the back of his throat, nor the displeased throb between his legs. It was incredibly selfish. Despite his obstinance, Seto had coerced him into take breaks, which was likely why he was still eager to go now; and Seto deserved a break too, no matter how much his arousal argued.

He preened into a high sit and his cheeks flushed harder. "Oh! Of course. In... In that case I'll just-" Ryou quickly slipped his way back into the water, turned partially away from Seto, ducked himself down to his chin, and started to wipe his stomach clean of his partner's release.
 
Seto watched the frantic reaction for a good moment before following the mouse into the water and copying the cleaning in a calm manner. "Don't worry," he mentioned in a tonethat almost sounded offhand. "It shouldn't take me long to be ready for you."

He reached over and took a bite if his own for the first time, not bothering to wallow in the taste of the refreshing treat in lieu of conversation. Although he did point to his own lemonade with that fork to remind Ryou he hadn't finished his before returning it to the pineapple to pluck up another bite. "You're nearly ready as it is. Just don't forget your fluids. You're going to need them," he teased.
 
Once he was clean enough, Ryou shifted himself over to grab his lemonade. He slowly sipped at his drink while sliding in next to Seto again. "Please don't rush for my sake," he answered, his erection twitching in retaliation. That particular part of him absolutely wanted the taller teen to rush, but Ryou wasn't so selfish.

He fiddled with his cup as he settled on the set, lifting his legs into a rather feminine sit, and rested his cheek on Seto's arm. "But..." he looked away, then peeked up at the CEO shyly. "Would it be okay if we cuddled... just a little?" He asked.
 
Seto smirked down at the adorable mouse as he was given leeway. He'd seen the issue he had caused for Ryou. It was cute. So was the sudden-not-sudden lean taken against him that he wasn't quite prepared for. "You're lucky I like cute." He informed him as he reached across himself with the opposite arm and pet his pointer and middle finger down his cheek lightly.

When they reached Ryou's chin however, he captured his cheeks up from underneath with a bit of a squish and tilted his face up to look at his own. "Tell no one." The addition was given with a look that on anyone else would be described as a full on puffy pout.

He would deny that it was one, however.
 
Ryou's eyes fluttered shut and he tilted his head slightly with the gentle pet to his cheek. But his eyes popped back open and a small squeak left his lips as his cheeks were gripped and squished, making them puff out and his lips to form a slight 'o.' He blinked and stared at the decidedly adorable pout on Seto's face. "I do too," he answered, his words warped due to the hold on his face. There was a moment of quiet before Ryou pulled his head back and away from the grip. He shook his head a little then turned a sweet smile up at the CEO, his eyes curving. "You're secret's safe with me," he assured. Both of them. Who knew Seto Kaiba not only liked cute things, but could also be cute himself? "But even if I did tell. No one would believe me," he added before shuffling closer again, nudging his way under Seto's arm to settle himself against that broad chest with a happy sound.
 
Seto tensed a bit sharply at the return. Was that little bastard calling him cute? Seto was not cute. Seto was anything BUT cute. The silence that sat between them might have been invaded by annoyed words, but instead, on his end it was somewhat confused. Why the Hell was such an annoying sentence bringing more heat to his cheeks than anything else? He wasn't okay with that, but Ryou was no longer staring at him and was now moving to cuddle closer as he'd asked for. With a somewhat defeated sigh, the CEO lifted his arm slightly to allow him in and let it fall lightly over Ryou's shoulders, the hand already tracing lightly at the skin on his chest the moment he was fully settled.

He wanted to insult the mouse, but it was better to move past each odd fopaux that kept occurring due to the little runt. It was starting to seem like they'd be interrupted all night if he didn't. "You're right," he mentioned haughtily through a smirk as his nose tilted up juuust slightly both for the words and the thought that occurred to him. "Besides, if you ever said such a thing, I can almost guarantee you'd be practically mauled by my creepy as Hell fan club whether they believed you or not. Though for different reasons depending on which it was."

He knew by now that this sort of thing was Ryou's cup of tea, but why did their position at the moment feel so good for him too? He was infinitely curious about the effect the mangy-haired teen was having on him. Comfort wasn't something he was used to receiving outside of his own means.
 
He giggled quietly before taking another sip of his lemonade from his newly acquired spot. He was so... comfortable. So safe and warm. Again he felt the strange feeling of being worth something, of being important in some small, insignificant way. It was something he'd lacked the majority of his life. Bakura had convinced him a long time ago that he was worthless, that no one would ever care for him in the slightest except for the dark spirit, but Seto was proving him wrong and changing his mind in such a short amount of time.

"I suppose the same could be said to you," he answered back with another quiet chuckle, followed by another sip. He wasn't thirsty any more, he'd downed his water and was halfway through the lemonade, but Seto's insistence kept him sipping away. "They can be quite frightening."
 
Seto peeked down curiously at him as he reached for his own drink. He was going to need it too if he was right about the appetite this one had. "Oh?" The question sounded lightly engaged as Ryou finished speaking about his own fan club, apparently. "Never let them get close enough to know things like that," he teased, knowing full well how frightening those stalkers could be at a distance.

As it was a tease, he followed up. "Have you ever been co fronted by any of them?"

This was fine. He worked at his own drink faster than Ryou. He'd practically already regained his wind already. But a light, conversational tone while they sat together like this was keeping his new mouse relaxed for now. And that was what they both needed if they were going to carry on again.

He vaguely wondered if Ryou would ask again, or if he'd need to re-initiate. Depending on how he felt, he wouldn't wait it out too long once he'd finished his drink though.
 
"All the time," he answered honestly. "It's not uncommon for them to surround me when given the chance. Nattering and touching my arms whenever they can," he may have gotten a pat on his backside on occasion, but he always wrote it off as an accident. "They fawn, but it feels rather... cold, fake. I think they just like the novelty of a foreigner," he continued absently, as if taking with Seto was an easy, comfortable occurrence. It was nice to have someone listen, even if it was a fleeting thing. "It's a bother, and gets me in trouble. The other blokes at school don't like it very much. That's why I end up in lockers so often."
 
Seto listened to the cool, calm response. He decided that Ryou was as ready as he'd ever be. "You might be right about them. You need to learn to defend yourself. I could probably teach you a thing or two if I got time," he mentioned back. Smirking lightly all over again as he set down his finished drink, he teased the other teen again.

"What about the male fans? They can be worse in a lot of ways."
 
"Really?" He asked, looking back up again only to find that smirk settled down on him once more. He shivered and coppied Seto in setting aside his drink. "I'd... like that," he answered with a quiet waver in his voice. That look had him shivering again, the heat of the hottub be damned, and his gradually softening length twitched slowly back to life. "I don't have any," he answered in a soft breath.

"Seto?" he placed his hands cautiously on the teen's chest again. "Is our break over?"
 
He nodded as he was questioned the first time.

How interesting. Seto would expect plenty of guys to be on Ryou's tail. He had a particularly popular look about him. "Maybe the girls scared them all off," he teased again. "I did say in some ways." He leaned down, having heard the question and placed two fingers under his chin to help his eye line back up where it belonged. He wanted him to look more; when they spoke and when they were like this.

"You don't have to worry about those girls bothering you too much. Your newest fan will keep them in line. Even if I have to beat them into it." He was still teasing, but the stupidly smooth line was sultry as he leaned in for those lips in answer to his second question.

They'd move to the bed momentarily, but a nice little make out session in the hottub before hand wouldn't be any sort of deterrent.
 
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