Writing a lemon fic because I need a break from trying to get a multi-chaptered fic going. I think I'm going to try a modern timed m-preg deal loaded up with tons of drama. I think I'm going to have fun torturing Seto with baby junk. Seems like it always is.
[insert evil smile here]
Joey groaned and panted as the shower water rained against his chest, stinging the small love bites that Seto had left.
He closed his eyes and remembered every detail of their little bout last night. Seto's hands rubbing his back gently, progressing around his sides to run over his chest.
Joey's hands mimicked his imagination the best they could, but Seto's hands were different. Smoother, and a little bigger than his own, with that one little bump on his middle finger showing that he signed too many papers. They ran more expertly along Joey's skin that the blonde could manage, digging into every one of those wonderful spots that just made him groan...
Joey's skin began to tingle as he imagined it, his hands straying lower and lower.
Seto's hands massaging his thighs, dancing around that one place where Joey desperately needed to be touched.
Seto, chuckling behind him as Joey bucks his hips impatiently.
Seto, biting down on his neck possessively as he maneuvered around to Joey's front, biting and licking at all those same spots, making the blonde moan in delight.
Seto's fingers, pulling his entrance open before slipping inside and stretching him, painfully for a moment before Seto's other hand curls around Joey's member to distract him from the initial pain of the intrusion.
Seto's fingers pulling out before slipping back in all over again, working up a little rhythm as Seto prepared him. More than prepared him even. Seto loved this part, where he could let go of Joey's member and still see his face flush, his mouth part as little moans and whimpers escape, with just two fingers.
Seto, licking his lips, his cold blue eyes hard with lust and determination to make Joey completely his. Every moan, whimper and pant belonged to Seto at that moment. Every little grunt, and pleading look was his to keep.
Seto's shark like smile as he climbs over Joey's flushed form and slowly begins to push himself inside the blonde.
"Mhn...Ahn!" Joey gasped, as the memory faded and his sore hips bucked into his hand as he painted the shower wall white.
Joey gulped and washed off, face continually flushed as he thought about what he had just done.
"Dammit, Seto. Stupid business trips, making me restless, grumble grumble grumble..."