Marik gasps as Bakura takes his lips, roughly pressing him back against the kitchen counter. Bakura takes advantage of this to delve his tongue into Marik's mouth. The pair vie for dominance over the other, each kissing the other just as violently. Bakura wins in the end when he brings his knee up to rub against the Egyptians growing bulge. Marik does not calm any because of this; instead he presses himself tighter against the other. When they pull away for air, Bakura's russet eyes are dark with lust. Marik hums and lets his eyes drag over Bakura, taking him in. Bakura smirks and leans in,
"Right here," he says in a husky voice, "Right on this counter." Marik thinks over it, gripping the back of Bakura's neck, and opens his mouth to accept before it twists into a frown. "I share this apartment with Malik. I doubt he'll be pleased if he finds out we fucked on our kitchen counter," Marik chides. Bakura chuckles and looks up at Marik, "Scared?" Bakura means it purely as a challenge; he knows how crazy Malik is and wouldn't be surprised if Marik didn't want to push him. Marik scowls down at him and Bakura takes the chance to speak before he can,
"Maybe I want to piss him off." Marik rolls his eyes and kisses the corner of the other's lips, "If he finds out, you're dealing with it." Bakura gives a wicked grin and claims the blond's mouth. He wastes no time in stripping Marik's lower half and curling his fingers around Marik's hardening dick. He pumps him and laughs when Marik yanks him in for a kiss. When Bakura pulls his hand away, Marik moves for the zipper on his jeans. Just as Marik is about to pull them down, he watches Bakura quickly slip something from the pockets.
"What's that," Marik questions as he pushes the jeans down. The older shows a small bottle of lube and a condom, earning him a scowl. "You dick, you planned this, didn't you?" "You seemed just fine with this aside from your crazy brother," Bakura hums with a smirk. Marik huffs and pulls his boxers off with more force than necessary and snatches the condom from his hands. Once he slides it on, he grabs the lube and squirts some into his hand before pumping Bakura to spread it. Bakura chuckles at the way Marik is acting and nips at his jaw. Finally, Marik pulls back and wipes his hand off on Bakura's shirt and meets his eyes,
"Fuck me." The white haired male gives him a devilish grin, "With pleasure." He spins Marik around and grabs at his hips as he pushes him back up against the counter. He positions himself and then slowly presses in. When he's hilt deep, Bakura pauses and gives Marik a moment to adjust. When Marik growls for him to move, Bakura doesn't hesitate. He pulls back and then thrusts himself back in. Marik moans and his toes curl and he balls his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms. Bakura picks up his pace, thrusting harder as Marik moans his name.
Bakura tightens his grip on the blond's hips and gives a low moan, reveling in the noises Marik is making. Bakura deepens his thrusts and Marik hisses for him to keep hitting the same spot. Bakura does, and soon enough he's got Marik a complete mess under him. The boy keeps screaming his name and bringing himself back into Bakura. He gasps and moans and moves to bring his hand down to pump himself. Bakura notices and swats him away, taking hold of his cock and beginning to move his hand up and down. Bakura chuckles and leans down, pressing kisses and licks to Marik's back.
"Bakura, I'm gonna-" "Me too," Bakura gasps and Marik's breath hitches. He gasps and then moans out Bakura's name, long and loud. Bakura follows after him, moaning Marik's name as he cums. The two remain in the same position after they've both finished, catching their breath. When Marik can talk, he takes a deep breath before talking, "We should clean up." Bakura hums and rests on Marik's back, "Later."