~If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain ~





The cursor on his computer screen flashed off and on at him, waiting for his reply, waiting for his mind to return to work. Instead, he was off wondering through his mind into recent events with a certain blond puppy.

It had come down to their sneaking around for too long now and he was getting tired of it. He wanted more than the smoke and shadows that had surrounded their relationship. ‘I need them to know.’ He just didn’t know why though. Why was it so important to him that Katsuya be willing to tell his friends?

“Validation, that’s why...” He needed the blond to prove how he felt. Although it wasn’t as if he had proven himself to Katsuya either, but he was the one who made the first awkward move letting him know he was interested and that had to count for something. Of course, things had moved extremely fast after that, not that he minded in the least. It was actually to his advantage; he didn’t have time to think about it and had more or less acted on impulse. ‘Okay so actually I did think about it...over and over...’

He looked up at the flashing image on his computer, still waiting for his reply; it had been waiting for over thirty minutes. “Wouldn’t that be hysterical? All of this trouble for nothing more than a ‘flea bite?’”

Mokuba wouldn’t be home that night or the next day until late, when he saw Katsuya again he’d have to find out...

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No matter how many times he was in this place, he still knew he was going to get lost one day. Fortunately, no one else was there but Seto so he could always yell if he needed to.

He sat on the couch, watching the television with waning interest. Seto had left him only a few minutes before, going to get them both a drink. Seto returned with drinks and snacks setting them on the table. He looked over at the blond, sitting down next to him, “So what do you want to do tonight?”

“Same thing we do every night Pinky, try to take over the world!” Katsuya cracked up at the look on Seto's face of complete puzzlement.

“Pinky?”

“Seto, you have had such a deprived life, but I guess that’s why I’m here.” He leaned his head in closer to Seto's, whispering into his ear, “I do have other plans for tonight though.” He pushed Seto back on the couch lying next to him, forcing him into an intense kiss. They fought for a moment over dominance. Lips and tongues tumbling together, wrapped around each other in hunger. Resistance met his attempts at control every time, and then Katsuya felt a slight hesitation ending finally with a release in tension from Seto. As he continued his attack on that luscious mouth, his right hand slid down Seto’s body reaching down to undo the tight pants he was so fond of wearing.

They broke apart for air, both trying to bring much needed oxygen to their lungs. Katsuya took the brake to finish his work on Seto's pants. He untucked his shirt and dragged it off over the brunet’s head in one quick move. His own shirt soon followed, tossed to the side by Seto's hands.

Not wanting contact to be broken for too long, Seto kissed him again pulling the blond on top of him. Katsuya was given control over their movements again and he positioned himself so his knee pressed gently but firmly on Seto's already erect member. A low moan escaped Seto's lips, somewhere between their kiss. He could feel Seto's leg moving between his own in an attempt to copy the pressure against his own erection. They lay there in this embrace, sliding their bodies together driving themselves further into passion.

Getting further excited and frustrated Katsuya broke off their kiss, this time to drag off Seto's pants. He looked down at his lover, a light sheen of sweat covered his body, his normally perfect hair tussled, blue eyes glazed over. Katsuya quickly removed his remaining clothes and knelt down by the couch. Glancing up at Seto's face, he notice the blue eyes were now closed, and he watched them open wide again as he wrapped his hand around Seto's erection starting to pump it rhythmically. Seto's hips started flexing up trying to work further into the blond’s tight fist. The tip of his reddened cock became wet with his own precum followed by a complete soaking as it was enveloped by Katsuya’s warm mouth.

Taking his tongue, Katsuya licked at the slit on Seto's tip then along the sensitive underside. Taking his time, he slowly sucked in Seto as far as he could before bringing his head up again. Faster and harder, he sucked, turning himself on even more from the feeling of having his mouth fucked in this way.

He could feel Seto's muscles tightening, announcing his coming orgasm. He moved his head down, laying it on Seto's inter thigh and alternated between sucking and nibbling on the brunet’s balls as Seto's hand came down to finish himself off. It only took a few grasps to set off his release and they lay there together both gasping for air. Katsuya still between Seto's legs reached up to Seto's now sticky hand and started sucking on the fingers, cleaning them.

Seto looked down at the blond and decided the image was one of the most erotic he’d seen. It was something he wanted to see more of. “Katsuya...” he said still trying to catch his breath, “love...me...” he turned his head, looking away not wanting to see rejection in the amber eyes looking back at him.

“Are you sure?” A nod was the only reply he got. He looked around trying to find something he could use as lubricant. Disappointed he couldn’t find anything, until he remembered the still sticky mess. Katsuya ran his hands over Seto's stomach and down over his flaccid member. At the touch, Seto's body showed renewed interest, but down further Katsuya’s hand traveled, one stopping at the tight entrance, the other hand working on his own hardened cock. Pushing first one finger and then another into Seto's body, he stretched and lubed the hole preparing it for him. He added a third finger widening the entrance even more, pushing them as deep as he could while Seto arched up trying to take the contact further.

A slight cry came from the loss of contact when Katsuya’s fingers were taken out. It was only for a moment, followed by the pressure of his slickened organ taking their place. The feeling of being torn in two crashed over him, followed by the stronger feeling of fulfillment and pleasure.

Katsuya took his time, slowly moving himself further into the tight body below him. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he slammed down pressing his body into Seto's causing them both to cry out. They started moving together pulling apart then pressing body to body again. Repeatedly they came together, Katsuya moving very pointedly working to hit Seto in just the right spot sending him over the edge and back with each thrust.

They continued at a frantic pace, faster and harder each time. Katsuya reached down, taking Seto's reenergized organ in his hand working on it in time with their movements. Neither one lasted much longer after that as Seto's orgasm hit. And with the tightening of his muscles Katsuya’s coming moments later.

It was several minutes before either one could move or talk, so they stayed there together on the couch. When the blood finally returned to the other body parts, they moved upstairs to the bed.

 

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