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by fluffystring
Title: Foul Play
Word count: 827
Notes: Happy SetoKano Day! NSFW content below because I'm trash aha
It was a game with no true objective, a game with no set rules, a game with no ulterior motive geared toward achieving a long forgotten triumph- and yet, somewhere along the line, it became quite clear that Kano was proving to be the ongoing victor of this child's play, pinning his helpless victim firmly to the spot with no means of escape, leaving his wriggling, squirming prey in failure's wake as rising success rang proudly through the air, storming the seven seas, showing little to no mercy to those who dared to oppose its strength. The powerful resonance of the bell echoing amid the hollow interior of his head, the pure, unadulterated surge of the bell's vibrations banging and crashing against the walls of his mind was like an orchestra of music to his ears, flattering deafened eardrums with the blinding rays of vibrancy racing across his skin, radiating from his veins in insurmountable waves of pleasure and wreaking havoc throughout the thundering beat pounding against his chest, hurling itself into his ribcage without so much as a single care for its own well-being, answering the call of its host's vast array of emotions, exhibiting little to no signs of letting up while the muscle's pulsation remained forcefully intact. It mattered not that there was no official goal in sight, for whom the bell tolled reared not its ugly head in Kano's direction, but in the face of none other than his opposer. That in itself was enough to bring the blond a great deal of satisfaction, fueling his ego to the highest degree, energizing the motions of his spritely toes as his smile elongated, much to the growing discontent of his red-faced hostage seated just across from where he himself perched, silently fingering through the deck of cards placed upon the coffee table as innocently as one would leaf through the pages of a stray magazine, mischievous actions going completely amiss to the world around them.
To his opposer's "unmentionables," Kano's actions couldn't be anymore obvious; it was plain to see that whatever act the blond was committing beneath the table went on to gauge a series of reactions from his unfortunate captive. However, to the eye of those gathered around the coffee table, his actions continued to go unnoticed, practically nonexistent to the unsuspecting onlookers loitering around the table for the sole purpose of playing a fun game of cards with the apartment's occupants. It was almost a shame that the same couldn't be said for a certain raven-haired teen who was struggling enough as it was to keep his composure steadily intact, face aflame with heat, lips tightly woven in a perpetually shaky line in a sorrowful attempt to evade the sounds clambering at the tip of his tongue.
He almost felt bad for making the raven so hot and bothered, but to be perfectly fair, Kano really was only hoping to return the favor from a previous night's self-indulgence, beings that the boy seated before him more or less had his fill of sending the blond's nerves on the verge of unrelenting ecstasy. Now it was Kano's turn to have a little fun, and he wasn't about to pass up a good opportunity when said-opportunity presented itself to him on a silver platter.
"Seto, are you okay?" Kano heard Mary pipe up from beside the raven, trying his hardest to bite back the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as feline irises flickered over to the individual in question, feigned curiosity alighting golden optics, eyebrows furrowing to reflect his sudden puzzlement after closely regarding the dark tinge of color scorching the teen's complexion, his own tone lazily drawling out each and every syllable that came to leech its way free from upturned lips.
"My, my, you don't look so good~ Are you sure you're not getting sick? We could always check your temperature, y'know~" As he said this, Kano's toes curled in, wiggling their way around the eager bulge in the crotch of Seto's jumpsuit, eliciting an audible but quiet whine from the green-clad teen. He smiled. "Better safe than sorry, don't you think?"
A hard swallow came to answer Kano's inquiry, and it was then that the blond knew he'd won, having rendered Seto completely and utterly tongue tied, too flustered to trust that his voice wouldn't waver no matter the efforts he put forth in order to prevent just such an incident from occurring. In that same instant that Kano decidedly dug the nails of his toes into the fabric hiding away the raven's protruding groin, Mary came to furl her fingers around Seto's forearm, her lips parting so as to allow her next question to leak out, but being given the luxury of witnessing his downfall rather than the pleasure of joining the end of Kano's query with one of her own, a squeak of surprise ripping apart the seemingly tranquil atmosphere as Seto toppled back, groaning.