His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his motorcycle already, Yami's spaghetti

Yusei Fudo tried his best to keep his composure. He had waited all day. All damn day for this moment and now he had cold feet. Yusei Fudo, THE Yusei Fudo, the man, the myth, the legend, was not one to back down….but how would he do this? He had never felt this way before. The cravings, starting out as something innocent but then turning into late night romps were too much for the man.

"You're 20 years old Yusei. Just..Do it. Don't question it. Don't be a fool."

Mental coaching. That's it. He WAS Yusei Fudo, son of Dr. Whatever Fudo. His dad was a scientist. He could not let something so trivial…so…minor keep him from it now.

"I'm ready baby." He called to her.

Pants hit the floor first. Then his shirt. Underwear soon followed. Yusei blushed, feeling aware of his body for the first time. He saw the imperfections. No. Stop whining and get it on with it.

His tongue slid across her edges. She tasted salty, but Yusei didn't mind. He loved her taste. How could he describe it? Crisp? Yeah, that was it. Yusei may not have been a poet, but the words he did know were good enough. Hopefully she felt the same way.

"A-Ah…" Yusei moaned. "You taste..a…mazing…"

His tongue continued to explore every inch. It lapped up her essence. More. He had to have more. The two transitioned to the bed. While it would be a messy process, Yusei didn't mind. Passion was messy. That was a part of life.

She was on top of him now. "I…like it when you're on top. I hate having to do all the work." Yusei smirked, wrapping his arms round her waist carefully. While he wanted to make haste, he had to be gentle. Her body was delicate and fragile. If Yusei wasn't careful, he could rip her to shreds. He didn't want what happened last time to happen again.

Back to it.

Yusei's fingers joined in now, pressing her closer to his lips. His tongue remained hungry but now, his hands wanted a piece of the action. There was so much of her to ravish. He knew she wasn't endless though.

"G-give me all of you!" Yusei cried in euphoria, forcing her onto his face. He couldn't breath, but that was alright. As long as she covered him, in sweat, salt, tears, whatever, he loved it.

"More more!" Yusei screamed, shoving her into his mouth. Saliva dripped down the boys face, amongst other things.

"I need you now!"

His screamed echoed the hallway.

Footsteps.

Yusei didn't hear them though. In his blind passion and ecstasy, Yusei continued to pleasure himself and his companion. His tongue was worked to the bone now, but he had to finish off strong. It had to happen.

Thump Thump Thump

They were getting close…but so was Yusei.

"Oh show me! Show me what you can do! I'm almost there baby!"

Hand on the door knob. Turn. Yusei didn't hear. The climax was nearly there. He could feel it built up inside of him now. Just a few more seconds!

"THAT'S IT! OH GOD YES!"

The footsteps halted in the doorway. Eyes stared at the 20 something year old sprawled out completely naked a bag of chips all over his face. He was panting heavily, having just reached his very first climax. Crumbs covered the bed.

"Uh."

Judai looked him.

Yusei looked back.

A staring contest for hours until Yusei broke the silence.

"Do you…have another bag?"