The door slammed behind Seto and Ren was on him, pressing him into the plush leather seats in the back of the limousine. He was quick to respond, meeting her lips with fervor, his tongue snaking out to meet her own to play. Before he knew it, his coat was gone, crumpled in a corner, and his hands were beneath her shirt, making quick work of her pesky undergarments.
"Where to, Sir?"
Seto growled, his head lolling back in annoyance. Fired. Fired just as soon as they got home. Or maybe after he had gotten properly laid. He glared through the window to the cab of the vehicle, burning holes into the side of his driver's face. Ren sighed against his neck, seemingly focusing on leaving as big a hickey as possible.
"Where do you think?" Seto didn't have the time to roll his eyes before Ren's lips were on his again, her breath hot and feverish against his. At the whir of the cab window rolling up, he had her shirt all but torn off, the floral bra gone with it. Her back hit the harsh carpet and her legs gripped his waist, rolling her hips against his. His fingers tangled in her choppy brunette hair, quickly making a mess of her once-flawless updo.
"Mm, stop." She breathed, reaching up to undo her hair. As she busied herself with removing her bobby pins, Seto began pulling at the button of her pants, fumbling over her Batman belt buckle. He yanked off her skintight slacks and unceremoniously slung her legs over his shoulders, turning his attention to her stomach. Her thighs trembled as his tongue dipped into her navel, and she tangled her fingers in his hair. "Don't destroy my panties this time."
Seto grinned, barking out a husky laugh. "I'll buy new ones."
"Seto—mm!" Her back arched as his lips touched her neck. He slipped a finger beneath the lacy elastic, teasing her hipbones. "Don't."
There was a resounding tear, and Seto's face fell. Ren's foot connected hard with the side of his head, and he fumbled to the side, snatching up her slacks for protection. "God dammit, Seto Kaiba!"