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Ryou's squirming came to a gradual stop as laughter made its way through the muffling cloth to reach his ears. He tensed slightly and took a moment to listen to the boisterous chortles that sounded far too out of place, but also very pleasant. He would have enjoyed it much more if his situation hadn't managed to find its way into his frazzled mind; He'd completely tangled himself in blankets in a stupid fit brought on by a simple 'ding,' Seto was laughing at him hard, and if the low hums the CEO let out were any indication, he had actually been doing something right! He finally got his chance and he blew it.

With a little shuffling, Ryou managed to get his head out of the blanket swath with a mumble of, 'It wasn't that funny,' but when he looked to the CEO that pouty expression turned to one of wild surprise. His eyes grew wide and his lips pinched together as he watched the perfectly composed man barking in laughter, on his knees with a hand around his gut. It was absolutely mad. He'd gone absolutely mad. There was no way what he was seeing was actually happening... But it was.

Ryou could only make a small noise in the back of his throat while rudely staring in complete confusion and awe.
 
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It took him a moment; far too long of one for his own liking. Because even that look of shock spurred on a bit of laughter for him in the end, if only because he had already started. He didn't know why it had hit him like it had, and to be quite honest it was actually a little devastating. If nothing else, it was perfectly humiliating. He'd had no control of it when it had hit, and it had taken him by storm.

Though, to be fair, Seto had never experienced panic laughter before. He had been thrown from one extreme into another so suddenly that his body had simply kept him in that previous state. He'd been able to hold back the pained hisses that went along with those pleased hums and the slight negative reactions to those fumbling fingers in order to keep him going because it had been damned good despite that; Hell he was even enjoying the small agony of the horrible touches too.

When that changed though, he wasn't able to hold back any of it, because he hadn't been prepared for the sudden shift. Ryou staring him down like that helped him to calm down pretty quickly though. Not quickly enough for his liking, but quickly enough that they werent sitting there for longer than a minute. His boisterous laughter died into chuckles, and then the heavy breaths he needed to right himself. While taking those breaths, Seto closed his eyes and pulled his hand from his hair, righting his position and needlessly straightening what was left of the bed sheet in front of him.

And once calm, without a word, he stood stoicly and walked toward the dumbbell to collect their food without a word. His posture was perfect, his nose slightly lifted... and his cheeks may have gained a bit of color. In fact, the flush might have actually been covering over his nose and chest as well. Seto didn't know what could have caused him to crack like that, but the humiliation of it had him stone faced as he prepared the hottub for their inevitable soak.

He wasn't angry or pouting, simply bland as he hooked their trays to the side of the tub to allow them to hover just over the water, not quite floating, but giving the illusion when close up. From Ryou's perspective it was obvious they weren't. But, of course, they weren't meant to be enjoyed from afar.

Seto cleared his voice as he stood to address the albino mouse. He had to clear it a second time and busied himself with the order screen near the dumbbell again as he addressed him. "We're going to be in the hot tub, so I don't recommend the tea you ordered previously. Do you have a cold drink you enjoy?"
 
He continued to stare as the CEO tried so desperately to calm his laughter. He couldn't help it. Even when Seto calmed down and took on a prideful posture and tone, he couldn't stop watching. Especially once he noticed that blush crawling up the man's face. He only popped out of his stuppor when Seto cleared his throat and pulled his attention.

Slowly, Ryou fully untangled the sheets from around his body until he could sit on the edge of the bed unhindered. The mention of a drink made him realize just how thirsty he was. His mouth was dry and sticky, and he'd certainly expelled a lot of... fluids, in a short amount of time. "Just some water please," he answered, his head tilted down and his hands covering his lap in habitual modesty. "I'm, ah," he stumbled a little over his words. He didn't know what to say, but his brain was telling him to say something. Something that could pull Seto's focus away from his giggle fit. He settled on, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to jump like that." He was about to offer to continue, but ended up pinching his mouth shut and looking off to the side. He rubbed his right arm and looked up at the CEO through long white lashes with a self depricating smile and light laugh. "I'm not very good at this, am I?"
 
Seto looked over his shoulder as the teen asked for simple water. Why did that surprise him? It really shouldn't have. He was beginning to get an idea of the minimalist behaviour of his new charge. "I could tell," he mentioned teasingly toward the first comment, amusement still clear in his voice over the fopau of the albino, at least.

He finished making selections and watched as the dumbbell closed itself once more before turning to face Ryou once more. He'd obviously recovered judging by the same unjudging look he'd had to offer several times before as deep blue eyes landed on him from across the room. "You're doing just fine," he complimented fluidly. And then, candidly added, "in fact, you're doing better than fine. Now come on. Get settled in the hot tub and start on your snack. I already told you before." The dumbell dinged once again and Seto reached over to open it for their drinks without taking his attention off Ryou.

The look in his eyes didn't turn sharp and predatory like before, but they did heat up considerably as he finished his thought. "I'm going to need you far more relaxed if you want to truly experience mutual bliss."
 
It was silly. All it took was a little bit of praise and Ryou felt his whole body flutter. He was doing just fine. No, better than fine. He giggled delightedly, his lips pulling into a delighted smile. "Alright," he agreed with a slight nod while slipping off of the bed. He lost the sheets, but he continued to cover his crotch, and he returned to holding his left arm to cover the jagged scar. His modesty was absolutly rediculous now, but without that haze of lust he just couldn't get over the habit.

Ryou swallowed thickly as he looked into that heated gaze, and when Seto finished his thought, he preened so hard even his hair stood on end. Mutual bliss. Kaiba was going to try to get that massive trouser snake inside of him. It had been daunting enough before, but now he had a much better idea of his size. His mind was telling him that there was no way it was going to happen, that it was just too big, but his body said otherwise. He pressed his legs together when his ass clenched and relaxed in a short rhythm. As if his body was trying to offer an invitation.

His face burned brightly and he stuttered over his words. "Y-yes I, uhn..." His voice rose an octive and cracked. "I remember," he replied in a high pitched squeak before skittering over to the hot tub. He sunk himself into the hot water, and very suddenly that over excited yipping relaxed into a blissful sigh. A water jet found its mark on the small of his back and Ryou couldn't stop himself from melting with a relieved groan.
 
Seto very patiently watched as Ryou's mood went from happy-giddy, to panicked excitement, to utterly relaxed through his situational change. A smirk crawled its way across his lips as the little whelp practically ran his way right into his tactical trap at the last of his words. Of course, the trap was in no way foreboding, but he was still 'pleased as pudding' that the shorter male had reacted the exact way he had expected him to in getting there... Was that a Brittish idiom? Even if it wasn't, he could easily see the adorable male using it.

He gathered their waters first and set them on their trays, then the fancy lemonade he'd ordered each of them. He hadn't felt like dealing with the hassle of asking again, so had simply doubled his order. The simplistic creature was bound to accept whatever he was given. He set those on their trays as well before lowering himself down beside the male between their trays as well.

All signs of smug lording vanished from his face as he mimicked the heaved sigh his little lover had given off once he'd fully sunk into the water and leaned back against the wall. A jet just so happened to find a home right in a problem area of his own back as well and he was more than willing to let silence fill the air between them for a minute or so to let it work out that knot uninterrupted.

Once that minute passed Seto sat back up more solidly and leaned against the side of the tub taller, propping his arms up over the lip and leaning back woth another warmly huffed out breath. "Don't forget about your cream puffs," he reminded lightly. "And drink plenty of water. You're going to need it."
 
With a few lazily mumbled words of gratitude, Ryou reached out to take the water from the tray. The moment it touched his lips, his body urged him to swallow down massive gulps, but he carefully sipped at it. Guzzling it down would only lead to a tummy ache. Holding the glass in both hands, he relaxed back against the side of the tub with another delightful groan.

Seto joined him, and he took a moment to enjoy the soft sigh he gave out. He was really liking those decidedly normal sounds. They were soothing in some strange way.

He continued the silence and passed the time with his favorite treat. Cream Puffs. And not the store bought frozen 'pastries' he could afford. They were just as soft and fluffy as they should be, even the cream puffed out when he bit into them. He hummed in absolute delight as he nibbled away, his cheeks puffing out as more and more was stored away, as if saving for the winter.

By the time Seto sat back up and reminded him of his nourishment, he'd already poilished off the water and taken a few sips of the lemonade, and had eaten seven of the ten pastries. No one had to invite Ryou to eat. If food was placed in front of him, he would scarf it down.

Sliding over a little, Ryou tentetively rested against Seto's side. He licked his lips free of the cream, but wound up leaving a few smears of it on his plush lower lip. "Would you like one?" He asked, holding out the offered treat.
 
He chuckled lightly once he'd finally opened his eyes and looked down on his ward, spurred on by the offer of a treat that actually peaked the interest of a secret sweet tooth. Ryou's lower lip presented an even better opportunity. One he simply couldn't deny himself over the one being offered to him.

Ryou's reactions to his antics were far too delicious to pass up in any case, even with the one he knew he'd enjoy the taste of in its wake. Besides, this way he could get at least a small taste of both.

Seto leaned forward to loom over his mouse at the same time as he reached out and captured his chin, swiping his thumb slowly, gently across the opposite teens lower lip. Though not so gently that he didn't swipe up the full extent of the creme that had made its home there. "Hmmmmmmm." He did want that taste to be a good one.

Once he'd gathered the creme across the swell of his thumb he pulled both his body and hand away just a little as sharp eyes bore down into chocolate browns. "I wouldn't mind waiting for the leftovers," he purred as he pressed the full length of his thumb against his tongue and dragged the wet appendage up and over the tip slowly. And he gave it another two heavy passes just to 'make sure he cleaned it properly', of course. All while staring the adorable shorter male down in that predatory nature he'd stared their night out with.
 
Ryou swallowed thickly, and that loose relaxation in his body tightened into a shivering preen. Seto drew closer to him, and he started to tilt his head down only to have a finger curl under his chin and lift it up without a fight. His breath stuttered as his half lidded eyes met Seto's narrowed, predatory stare. He very nearly dropped his cream puff, but it remained safely out of the water.

A thumb ran over his lower lip, and he opened his mouth slightly in offering, but then Seto pulled away, leaving Ryou flustered and tingly. He whined quietly as he watched that tongue roll over the man's thumb in a thorough grooming. "Seto," he puffed, tentatively leaning forward to place his free hand lightly on the CEO's chest. "Is our break over?" He asked in a soft breath, leaning in in a shy attempt to start another kiss.
 
Ah, he didn't react nearly as fun as he had been before. Not that he was complaining about the lovely reaction he did get. Besides, at least that meant that the relaxation portion of this was going well. Still though, that hand on his chest and those lush lips moving in on him were incredibly tempting as well. He was beginning to rile him up again, so he would have to keep things lazy if he wanted to keep things calm. "No," he offered smoothly. "You aren't relaxed enough yet. But you'll get there."

He leaned forward again to meet him, pressing their lips together with a slight tilt to his head to fit them together nicely while he cupped a soft cheek in his hand and rubbed his now clean thumb over it tenderly.
 
A quiet sound pinched through Ryou's throat at the calm denial. His eyebrows knitted together and a guilty expression had his lips pulling into a small frown. He was just about to mumble an apology when Seto continued. He felt a rush of heat through his body that had him puffing out a quiet breath. He wasn't relaxed enough. His partner had said it many times, though he did have some doubts about becoming relaxed enough to take... He took a glance down between Seto's legs, but his view was blocked by the jets disturbing the surface of the water. It didn't matter, he wouldn't have had the chance to look anyway.

A happy little noise left his lips just before Seto captured them with his own. Any tension caused by his little bout of lust melted away as he relaxed into the kiss. With a blissful sigh through his nose, Ryou wrapped his arms loosely around the man's neck, cream puff still gently yet securely held in his left hand.

A new sort of warmth rolled over him in a gradual pour. More happy, lazy noises were lost against Seto's lips. His cheeks flushed even brighter; but it wasn't arousal causing it. It was yet another brand new thing Seto was teaching him. A craving for different sort of touch. One like the hand gently cupping his cheek and the thumb carressing his skin.

With a reluctant noise, Ryou pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. He looked up at Seto with a rather dreamy expression. "That... Feels really good," he admitted. "Would it be alright, if we keep doing that for a little while?"
 
Seto continued their kiss, gently yet thoroughly tugging the sweet taste of cream puff away from Ryou's lips here and there with his tongue as they pulled back for quick breaths as he looked down on his charge with half lidded eyes. They were too close to see each other properly, but that didn't matter. His left hand traveled down to curl around the albino's waste while the right continued its gentle pets of his cheek for as long as they stayed together.

When Ryou did pull away to ask his question, Seto's own features looked far.more.relax3d themselves. With a light chuckle, he reached back with the petting hand and tugged the cream puff loose of his lover's hand, placing it back on its tray. With a smile, he tilted his head again, prepared to fit them back together, but paused with just enough room for them to still see each other clearly while being as close as possible.

"Ryou," he breathed over the slightly shorter male's lips heartedly, "Now would be a good time for you to explore what your touch can do if you want to. But since we are taking a break, we could also just do this."

With that, he sealed their lips once again, returning to his gentle pets of cheek and hip. He didn't plan on exploring Ryou's body or teasing or tormenting him this time. Like he'd said; they were still having their break. So it was his turn...

If he chose it.
 
He barely noticed his treat being plucked from his fingers, he was far too focused on the lips coming closer to his all over again. His eyes started to flutter shut, but widened when Seto paused to speak before sealing them together again. Ryou released a tiny mewl into their kiss as those words rolled around in his mind. Find out... What his touch could do? A shaky sigh left his nose, and he let his eyes loosely close.

Ryou's first thought was to reach under the water and offer attention to what certainly needed it, but... Seto's hands were so gentle on him. Softly petting his skin, soothing him into something of a trance. He felt cared for, safe. He felt like he was worth something. Seto's name was lightly murmured into the kiss, and his hand moved of their own accord. His palms pressed lightly at the skin of Seto's back, his fingertips lightly brushing over what he expected to be smooth skin. Instead, he found raised lines of varying textures that he recognized as scar tissue. His left hand remained there, tracing over them, while his right hand moved.

His motions were slow, but not as hesitant as they had been so far. His palm slid over Seto's chest, and Ryou allowed himself to marvel at the firm muscle tone. He really was a beautiful man. A god among them. And for a short time, this demi-god was his to explore.

Ryou pressed himself a little closer to his partner as he splayed out his fingers, absently bushing his thumb over the man's nipple.
 
With lidded eyes Seto explored the close-up features of Ryou's face as he made sure their lips fit together each time they separated even slightly and led him in a dance of tongues as Ryou began petting over his body. The touches to his scars made him tense at first, but the attention of his other hand soon had him forgetting to do that. It was innocent and exploratory while being non-innocent, and, of course, fully unknowledgeable. Rather than having the soothing effect he was expecting these touches to have though, they were sending singing zips of pleasure all over his nervous system instead. There was no way in Hell he was going to admit that these simple touches were enough to start him getting hard and wanton all over again. And yet...

He didn't notice the light grip he'd taken on the hip he'd previously been petting though that may have given him away just slightly, or the fact that his other petting hand turned to simply cupping Ryou's face. He was a bit too focused on other things at the moment.

When a thumb brushed over his nipple Seto broke the kiss and sat back a bit, hiding the thrilling shiver that rolled through his body with a different movement. He turned and reached over to turn the temperature on the hot tub down a degree. He was starting to warm up a bit more than he'd have liked already, and it was starting to show in the slight flush of his skin. "We don't need to overheat ourselves while we're in here," he told the shorter male in that sultry tone of his as he turned that smirk back down on him. "We're bound to get hot and bothered on our own." He could blame the hot tub if he wanted, after all.

It wasn't the inexperienced touches of this virginesque little beauty in front of him. He just wasn't that sensitive.

Once more Seto leaned down close until their lips were nearly touching, landing those sharp eyes heavily on those big brown orbs. "Have you had enough of a break yet?" He was eager to get back to his own work.
 
A cute, confused little 'ah?' followed the break of their kiss. Had he done something wrong? Seto was holding his hip tighter, as if to push him away, but that guilty confusion was quickly wiped away as that sultry tone returned to Seto's voice. "O-oh," he replied. He hadn't noticed the heat of the water since their little make out session had begun. The warmth Seto had started inside of him had completely over shadowed it. Now that it was brought up though, it was rather hot. His pale skin had become a pretty pink, and not from a blush. Though, the bright, bright red on his cheeks most certainly was.

Seto leaned over him again, and Ryou's breath hitched. "B-bloody hell," he gasped quietly before swallowing hard. That simple question turned what remained of the fuzzy warmth into scalding lust. "Uh huh," he answered with a tiny nod and a hot puff of a breath. He used the hold he still had on his partner to shift.

After a short pause of hesitation, Ryou lifted up onto one knee and tentitively straddled Seto's lap. Except, he was too nervous, too shy to sit as close to the man as he wanted. Rather that actually in his lap, or even his thighs, Ryou had placed himself on Seto's knees, as far away from that as he could be. A nervous tick had Ryou squeezing his legs as if to rub knees together. "But only... If it's my turn. Okay?"
 
Perfect.

Seto hadn't given him much time at all, but the snack and small break after should have been good enough. If nothing else, it was too long for Seto because he was having enough trouble keeping his hands to himself in just asking. But then Ryou had to go and flip the script on him all over again. His breath hitched as the other teen crawled over him and squeezed his legs around him, causing a harsh jump in his groin that was painful in how harsh it was.

It was nothing compared to the pang those words caused him while he was trapped between those legs. If only Ryou had simply taken his turn and just leaned forward and touched him already, dammit. The thought caused a lightly pained grunt to escape him this time along with the feeling that came with it, making Seto have to take in a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth.

He reached out and cupped the shorter male under the armpits, lifting him off his lap entirely as if he were nothing and holding him there through another deep huff. Ryou could stand if he wanted, but Seto wasn't going to lift his grasp until he was solidly on his feet or knees beside him, as that was where Seto moved him over to. Because Seto then lifted himself up from his spot on the jacuzzi seat, all the way until he was seated outside of the hot tub on the lip. He sat at straight, opened his legs toward the albino male to show off his impressive partial erection, offered another huff of a breath. Though this one came with a word as he lifted his palm toward said issue.

"Fine." his cock jumped happily and nearly caused him to shiver with his own agreement.
 
"Mn?" Ryou lifted his arms slightly as he was held and maneuvered so easily. It took a second for his lust laden mind to put things together, but he quickly curled up his legs and obediently knelt on the seat. He continued to watch Seto with wide eyed curiosity, until the CEO sat on the lips of the tub and spread his legs. He jolted upright with a high pitched squeak, and leaned over just a bit to get a good, full look at the prize he'd been after for a while now. Ryou swallowed hard and slowly slipped himself between Seto's legs.

He stared at it, wide eyed and nervous for a few seconds too long before he finally started to move. Ryou reached out slowly. His fingertips lightly touched the half hard shaft; petting it, exploring it. "It's..." he wrapped both hands around it tentatively. It wasn't even at full attention and it still filled up his hands. "Really quite..." he swallowed again, this time to wet his suddenly dry mouth. "You're sure it's going to, ah..." He finally looked away from Seto's cock to look up at the other teen through his steam dampened bangs. "Fit?"
 
That first swallow hurt. But he was getting use to the pangs as they came. Blood was flowing more naturally to its rightful place. The longer he looked, the harder Seto got, with sharp pangs for each swallow, the words uttered so carefully. The unskilled fingers wrapped around his cock had him throbbing on mass and he was breathing through his mouth slowly and lightly to keep himself as calm as possible through the entire exchange. But by the time Ryou finished his single question Seto was already fully hard again. It hadn't taken much at all.

Mostly it was those swallows. His mind was working against him, imagining sliding down that tight throat and being swallowed up over and over. Then he actually registered the question and couldn't stop himself from giving off the light grunt he'd been holding back up until then. "We'll find out," he offered in that tone of his. "Once your turn is up, it'll be mine again."

Seto licked his lips and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he delved his fingers into Ryou's hair and brushed through it twice before taking a light grip on it for the purchase he was sure he would need for the command he was about to issue. "Try using your mouth. Lick it and suck on it. Run your tongue over it like you're licking ice cream. Suck on it like a sucker. Make sure your teeth don't press into it." the order started in the sensual tone, but ended in a bated huff as he shuttered through the last of it. There was no way that tiny mouth could fit around his cock the way he wanted it to, but that didn't mean he didn't want him to try damnit. And God could he imagine it already.
 
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That answer had his breath coming out in a heavy shudder. "O-oh golly," he whimpered as a sharp spike of arousal rushed through him. After his turn. After he made Seto feel good, Seto was going to... The massive pole pulsed in his hands and the thought of it trying to push its way inside of him made his ass clench and his cock jump.

Ryou took in another stuttered breath and tilted his head back as Seto loomed over him. Long fingers delved into his hair, and his lips parted just slightly in a quiet moan. "My... Mouth?" He remembered the horrid taste of his own seed, and suddenly that lustful, eager look became rather reluctant. When he looked back down, the erection standing proud and full in front of him was somehow even more intimidating than before. "I, ah," He stumbled a little, and audibly gulped down the nervous lump in his throat. He had intended to use his hands as best he could, and he couldn't stop his nose from scrunching a little in distaste. It really had been a terrible assault on his tongue... But Seto hadn't asked him to do a single thing up until now, and he'd used his mouth on Ryou several times already.

Ryou wrapped his right hand loosely around the base of Seto's cock, while his left craddled the back of it to hold it in place. "I'll do my best," he promised quietly as he leaned in. He scrunched his eyes shut, opened his mouth wide, pressed the flat of his tongue to the hot flesh, and lifted himself higher on his knees to drag it all the way from the base to the head in one long, quick lap. Like an ice cream. It didn't taste like an ice cream, but at least it wasn't bad. In fact it didn't have much taste at all, just wet skin. The smell was a little odd; strong and heavy, but not intrusive. Ryou's face relaxed and he mumbled a quiet 'it doesn't taste that bad.'
 
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Seto couldn't see the full reaction his words had, but he was pleased with the full body shutter he received. Not to mention the little moan he got for the bit of attention he paid to Ryou's hair. Although he didn't so much like the reaction to his words initially. He did remember Ryou's initial reaction to his own seed, so it wasn't a surprise, but that didn't make it any less devastating for his cock to see the disgruntled look on his face.

In fact, he was about to suggest just using his hands instead, just to get things moving along. But the albino male surprised him this time by moving forward instead and wrapping his fingers around turgid flesh that pulsed and ached something fierce at those words. "Good," he nearly purred. It was said in need to stop the groan that wanted to bubble up from his chest as he watched that mouth open wide and start leaning toward him.

The tongue came out and Seto had to close his own eyes as his own body gave a full shutter. And then a gasp as it touched at the base and made its way up in a far too quick lick. He should have been more precise, he knew. It hadn't been too much for him, but it was enough to start his poor aching cock drooling, especially with the cute little mumble that came with it. "Slower," he huffed lightly as he kneaded at white hair a bit and chanced a look down on him again. He knew it might be devastating if he did, but he simply couldn't help himself.

He was so oddly sensitive right now and it was absolutely disgusting, but he didn't rightly care. He'd actually never felt this good so early on when playing with his virgins before. And telling Ryou what to do right now and having him do it felt absolutely invigorating.
 
Ryou's lips pulled into a slight grimace. His eyes followed the gradual trail of precum running down the length of Seto's shaft, and the thought of licking it up, and slower made his mouth tingle unpleasantly. He made a quiet sound in the back of his throat and pulled his head away an inch. He looked back up at Seto with a small frown on his lips, fully intent on saying something, but whatever words were meant to pop out of his mouth died on his tongue. Up until now, Seto hadn't shown much reaction at all, especially not compared to his own lewd display; but the CEO's face had flushed, and he was puffing out pleasured sounds, and he suddenly realized just how cruel he was being.

Seto had been servicing him since the helicopter ride, and with complete disregard to his own pleasure, in spite of Ryou's attempts. And his poor attempts had been nothing but teasing; and now Kaiba was dripping, and Ryou was about to cower out. The realization came within just a few heart beats, but the pause had to be just as cruel as everything else. "I'm sorry," he murmured, lowering his head once more. "I'll do better."

Again Ryou pressed his tongue to the base of Seto's shaft, but this time he dragged it up the length at a more gradual pace. He couldn't help but cringe as precum collected on his tongue, but he didn't flinch away. Instead, he continued up slowly until the head was cupped on the slick muscle. He took in a sharp breath through his nose, clenched his eyes shut, opened his mouth wide, and hurriedly stretched his lips around the swollen glands before he lost his nerve.

It was gross, and that showed very clearly in the scrunched up expression on his face and in the rapid swallowing to try and get it down his throat and out of his mouth as quickly as possible, but for Seto, it was tolerable.
 
Ryou pulled away, hesitating once again and it was devastating. His cock pulsed angrily and he held back the pained huff the wanted to escape him over it. His partner was new to this and barely knew what he was doing, not to mention the visceral reaction he had given to the taste previously. Seto may have been in a very sensitive spot at the moment, but he wasn't mindless. And if anything, he had proven he could be patient.

Not that he had long to wait.

The words sent his way struck a chord in him on two levels however. They served to send him reeling in both senses. The relief they provided as he watched the albino male lean back in had him sighing out the relief of frustration for the pent up tension. But the words themselves sounded like they were rooted in some sort of undeserved guilt and that didn't sit well with him. His entire goal was to shower Ryou in pleasure. Hell, it was what he got off on. Anything less was unacceptable.

A tongue slowly rolling its way up his cock made concentrating on that goal a little harder to focus on because,  fuck, it felt good. Almost too good. Enough so that a low groan escaped his throat without his permission before he had a chance to focus back down on the face that was performing the act.

When he did see the face Ryou was making another groan managed to escape him, but this one came for the loss. Those lips wrapped around him and while he couldn't deny that the heat surrounding him was pleasant, the cringing face above those lips was an absolute turn off. With a sigh, Seto slipped his hands forward from Ryou's hair and placed them on his cheeks.

"Stop," he demanded lightly, gently pressing to guide his face away from what he was doing. The features in his face had been softened by the attentions he'd been given.
 
Ryou released a confused grunt as Kaiba's finger's left his hair to instead sweetly cup his cheeks. He half expected to be guided down further, and some tingly part of him almost wanted him to, but instead he was moved back, and that dripping bellend was pulled from his mouth with a slight 'pop.' With his eyes still tightly scrunched up, Ryou swallowed several times in a desperate attempt to get the gooey feeling out of his mouth.

With one last hard swallow, Ryou relaxed his face gradually until he look up at his partner with dewy eyes. His eyebrows pinched together and a frown touched his lips. "Was it really that bad?" He looked back at the massive pole he was still lightly holding, then back up at Seto. "I don't think my hands will be any better, but I'll still try if it's alright."
 
He watched on patiently as Ryou recovered, looking him over as he sat in the water still between his his legs. What a loss. He'd never been this close with so little stimulation before. It was painful, and somewhat stimulating in its own right.

Seto couldn't help but chuckle at the question sent his way, shaking his head and leaning down further to wrap his arms under the smaller male's arms before sitting up and pulling him up into his lap. "You did fine," he informed him once again.

Ryou seemed to need a lot of positive reinforcement. Releasing him once he was fully seated and stable, he lifted his hand to cup the albino's jaw and lift his chin to look him in the eyes. "I didn't like the look on your face."

The CEO brought his face down level, his sights drifting down to Ryou's lips as they drew closer. He repeated an earlier movement that had seemed to be quite appreciated by petting his thumb over his cheek, his other hand trailing its fingers down his side and landing steadily on his thigh. "I prefer to make you wear something much more pleasant."

He leaned in, but didn't take the kiss, curious to see if Ryou would be bold enough to take the small step for himself or shy away again after what he had just done.
 
A confused little 'ah,' left him as Seto reached under his arms and plucked him up out of the water with ease. His hands left their place and Ryou reflexively wrapped his arms around the taller teen's neck. He tilted his head away with a slight pout. There was no way he was 'fine.' He'd fumbled and stumbled the entire time, and when he finally managed to get things right he still messed it up somehow.

With the light pressure against his chin, Ryou turned his head to meet those deep blue eyes once more. The pout on his lips melted before they parted to let out a hot puff of air as Seto drew in close again. "What look?" he asked absently, turning his head into the petting thumb. He didn't think on it, he couldn't. That simple touch down his wet side made him shiver, and when Seto's palm rested fulling on his thigh, Ryou's own erection twitched. In spite of his clear distaste on his face a few moments ago, his arousal hadn't waned in the slightest. He was just as hard and eager as before, and that clarifying promise made it visibly jump. "I'm sorry," he puffed quietly. He could have at least pretended not to hate it. He didn't need to cringe so blatantly at the bad taste. "But I..." Ryou pinched his lips together in a timid smile, touching the tips of his fingers to Seto's cheek. "I really liked the look on your face," he admitted, leaning in as his partner did.

He didn't notice Seto had paused. Ryou completed the kiss without hesitation, and sighed blissfully as their lips pressed together again.
 
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