He arrived early, wanting to see for himself if they would actually be able to complete the task of setting up the room in twenty-four hours. It seemed they had succeeded, not even the faint smell of paint lingered in the room. “Does it meet with your expectations?” Seto had almost forgotten the woman standing behind him. Giving a quick nod of his head in assent, he looked around the room. It was as he imagined down to the last detail. White walls clean and pure, untouched by the outside world stared back at him. Letting his eyes fall to the floor, Seto took in the other details of the room. From the midnight blue carpet to the bed, large enough to play around on covered in white satin. “Of course, you won’t know for certain until you’ve tried it out--but if the visual assessment is fine, I’m sure you will be content with the rest as well.”

“That remains to be seen; however, I am inclined to agree.” He turned to address the woman once again. “How would I get a message to someone here? Like the one I received last night.”

She smiled at him a little too knowingly for his liking, “Easy enough. Just let me know when you want it sent and to whom. I can take you to one of the terminals so you can get it typed up. Then you can get on to the rest of your evening.”

~~~~~

He soon found himself back in the room he had stepped into on his first visit to Toxic Pleasures. Seto felt himself ready this time to handle what was coming--less desperate, more controlled. Slipping out of his shoes, he started unbuttoning his shirt loosening the collar and cuffs before working on the rest of the buttons. Taking their past encounter into account, he searched through one of the drawers again picking out a few items to place upon the small dresser next to the bed.

Seto was sitting upon the bed when he heard the soft hiss of the door opening signaling the arrival of the other. Looking up at the approaching form, he wondered what kind of impression he was making in the other’s mind. Lying back upon the bed stretched out he raised himself to his elbows, the movement causing his shirt to slide open and expose the sinewy muscles of his chest and abdomen playing beneath porcelain skin. Eyelids at half mast, he smiled, seeing himself as the other might in this attempt at seduction, not a strong point of his but it was worth the try in this case.

He must have made some impression as the other moved nearer, undoing his own shirt as he walked across the room. Whether that was what actually did the job or not really did not matter as they both knew why they were there. Both could once again feel the tension, the need, growing between them. Removing his shirt, Seto tossed it toward the door he had entered from; he would worry about it later for now other things held his interest. His ebony haired partner, shirt also thrown away, crossed over to the bed and sat down straddling Seto’s body.

Half-dressed bodies slid against each other in an attempt to entice and tease the other into acting first. There was a decidedly pronounced and almost familiar pout on the other’s mouth when it became evident that Seto was not about to repeat his actions of the other night. Gone was the absolute abandonment of sense that they had shared, but his eyes held promise of something just as enjoyable. Seto's hand moved gently caressing the other's lips with his thumb as thoughts of things he wanted to do with that sulky mouth crossed his mind. Reach up into the ebony locks he pulled the other down. Brushing the stray strands of black hair out of his way, Seto brought his head up to meet the other, lips opening immediately to accept his as they touched. With one hand still wrapped within the long dark mane, Seto's other slid down the smooth skin of the other’s back stopping momentarily when the way was block by his waistband. Breaking apart briefly for air, their hands made quick work of the remaining clothing until they were both completely bare.

Seto moved letting the other climb upon the bed in front of him. Sitting so they were facing front to back, Seto wrapped his arms around the ebony-haired boy pulling him to sit between his outspread legs. One hand went into the long locks that fell upon his shoulders, the other wound its way down to brush across his crotch.

The other’s body leaned further into his touch, arching and stretching under the caress; his head tossed aside baring the smooth white skin of his neck, too tempting for Seto to ignore. Leaning down he ran his tongue over the flesh, taking in the purely masculine taste of the other. Seto's mouth trailed up the neck to suck and nibble at the earlobe that snuck out from beneath black hair.

Then the tables turned on him and Seto found himself feeling completely lost. Pushed back upon the bed, hands moved over his body in seemingly random motions before they reached down, sliding over his cock. Overcome by the chance to actually feel and react to what was happening this time around, Seto put every touch to memory for later recall. His body screamed with want and need so badly he was having a hard time trying to think.

Just as he thought the night would end, rather shortly, the other changed strategies, positioning himself between Seto's legs once again. This time however, he started sucking at Seto’s cock as if his life depended on it. Skillfully maneuvering his mouth up and down along the hardened flesh, he took it in further with each pass. The other’s deep acceptance of the pounding cock into his throat appeared to work him into his own frenzied state. And the things he did with his tongue were driving Seto straight up the proverbial wall to the point he no longer cared one way or the other what happened next.

That was not entirely true; he did care. He wanted the other--right then. Pushing the other away, he turned him around quickly. Pressing the ebony-haired boy’s head down to the bed, Seto maneuvered him to his liking, pushing his knees further apart to spread out and present the boy’s open ass to him. With a bare minimum of preparation, a single digit that lubed and stretched him, Seto pulled the other's hips back as he entered.

Their bodies worked as one, coming together, matching each movement. On one thrust, Seto wrapping his arm around his partner’s chest, lifting him up into a sitting position with his back against his chest and then pounding into him as their sweat soaked skin against each other. Rocking back, his body movements adding to the power behind the thrusts as Seto's hand wrapped around his cock. Every touch overcoming restraint, until both were well spent, crashing in the final wave of release.

Seto lay there looking into the white eyes that stared back at him, while both struggled to regain normal breathing patterns. A quick look over the other’s neck revealed a small red blemish. He cringed slightly, not thinking he had bitten nearly that hard. Signaling to the other an apology, he received back a never mind--it wouldn’t be a big deal. He waited until the other got up to leave, watching as he moved toward the other door before doing the same himself.

He would get an answer to his message soon after.


 

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