While he wasn't trying to, he wasn't exactly sure he would have been able to hold back that same warm, gently a mused noise that kept making its way from the back of his throat toward the adorable mouse in his arms as it found its way out again. Ryou seemed like he knew what he liked and wanted from what they had done thus far. Seto didn't just find this adorable. He appreciated it. It was refreshing to have someone other than his brother be straight forward with him for once. It wasn't something he got to experience often given his status and the particular attitude and vibe he radiated. "If that's what you want," he conceded with a nod.
Of course, that wouldn't be all he planned on giving him, but he couldn't help but respect the smaller male's tenacity in the face of all of that unsure shyness. The hand pulling his hips back lifted to travel up Ryou's body lightly before finding their way to his jaw. With less force than previous that still demanded the action, he tilted Ryou's face just so with that hold and tilted his own chin down to connect their lips. The stance was only slightly awkward, as he had to stoop just a bit to reach, and even though their lips connected well, that connection was much more tilted than it would have been given the proper facing position. The awkwardness of it was outweighed by one simple fact, however. With their faces tilted at such an angle, Seto was given much easier room to maneuver his tongue within his little lover's mouth. With a simple tilt and swipe of it either way, he had a much easier time maneuvering between petting his own over Ryou's or battling it into a guiding dance, or switching to tickle the tip of it perfectly over the roof of his mouth. And, of course, he took full advantage of the position.
He took a deep, warm breath through his nose and let it out smoothly; not to show Ryou how to do so himself, but in order to calm the climbing high he wasn't nearly used to riding so quickly. Ryou either would figure out how to keep their lips connected, or he wouldn't. Seto had no doubt that even if he couldn't, the adorable albino wouldn't allow them to be separated for long, so he allowed Ryou to focus mainly on that as he set about multitasking. He was still holding the smaller male against his chest, allowing him as much lean as his soon to be weakening knees would need.
Letting go of his chin once he'd fitted them together properly, that roaming hand made its way back down Ryou's body. Though instead of taking hold of him around the waist again, it traveled lower to offer the meeker creature something he needed far more just a moment after reaching to his own side to gather soap into his palm from the dispenser that had been quite conveniently placed ages ago. With that, Seto offered a firm grip around that raging cock that had been begging for attention for so long. With it came not a teasing, but satisfying stroking that spread the suds around perfectly.
Seto knew what he was doing, as had to be perfectly clear by this point. Now, not only did he press his own hips forward for better connection between the two of them and to remove the area he was sudsing up from under the shower's pour, but he began thoroughly cleaning off his newfound playmate the most delicious touch he had to offer. He knew there was a chance that Ryou would blow his top due to this, possibly more than once, but that didn't bother him in the slightest. In fact, he would welcome the adorable reaction to his touch, if not revel in it.
Seto's touch moved from heavily stroking that wildly needy cock, to stroking down and across Ryou's thighs, back up them in order to cup and massage his balls pleasantly as he rubbed them clean, and back up to stroking over him just as magnanimously as before. This process repeated fluidly until he felt sure he'd removed any of the grime from the area, doing his best to ignore the deep shivers of his own body and groin and need to take in short, slightly sharper breaths every once in a while of his own. Each touch he placed was careful and precise, and each one of them brought him closer to being able to show Ryou was true pleasure was. His anticipation for this was abnormally high, though he wasn't bothered by the fact. Ryou had proven himself to be an incredibly interesting new subject and the young president had absolutely no shame for his excitement in getting to see what other noises and reactions he could pull from the slightly shorter body leaning against him.
Before getting to the most intimate part of his cleaning, Seto slowly transitioned from his generous strokes and pets over just that area of his body and moved on to long, gentle pets that slowly covered every inch of Ryou's body that he could reach in their position. Palm and fingers slid and tickled perfectly over his chest and stomach, adjusting themselves as they went along until they got a reaction he was happy with along the way. The travelled around him to rub at the large and small of his back, slid their way up to offer a lovely massage of each shoulder and the back of his neck. Every inch of his body they could reach, they did as they traveled their way up his body. And it was no different as they made their way back down, tickling over both scars and nipples sensually, offering one of the pink nubs just the quickest nip of a pinch as his hand moved on.
Slowly his hand made its way back down, this time only missing his cock in order to slip between his thighs, once again offering his balls a massage both of and around them; carefully slipping his fingers further back between his lower cheeks in order to test and touch every bit of his body he could reach. A particularly harsh shutter rolled through his veins as he pet over the tight pucker he planned on having for himself not too long from now forced a soft noise to escape through his nostrils as he continued the forced calm of his own breath, unable to stop the shift of his hips to press his ever hardening member more heavily against the soft body against him.
He didn't linger despite how much he wanted to, returning his attention to the place that needed it last in his little cleaning duty. Seto wrapped his hand around Ryou's cock firmly all over again, using his thumb and forefinger to pull back his foreskin and finish his job. Swirling his thumb heavily, but carefully around the newly exposed head, he was pleased to find that no debri had gotten under his skin. Mostly because that meant he could continue this new form of torment without worry for discomfort, but also because that meant that his job was finally done.
Finally, finally, he pulled Ryou back into the downpour of the shower fully. His grip grew just as firm as needed to allow the remaining long, lithe fingers to massage their way over the length of Ryou's cock as his thumb and forefinger went back to work at the head. They gripped around his foreskin and rubbed and tugged back and forth, forcing the skin to stimulate the sensitive head beneath it as the heavy water fall torrented it each time it was exposed, both rinsing it and offering the same sensation it had given him when Seto had pulled him back against him to begin with.
Sky blue eyes were trained almost solely on the soft face in front of his own, only pulling away for quick moments at a time to get a lovely eye full of just how well the rest of his body was reacting below before pulling back into place and carefully gauging and cataloguing every little twitch and change in his features.
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