Always Beautiful
Ryou was beautiful, Seto thought. Always beautiful, but especially so when his
cheeks were tinged with that slight, shamed pink, while his skin flushed with
each touch, pale cream turning to rose-bud pink, yielding to the slim, skilled
fingers that caressed it, making his averted eyes shine with guilty delight.
Delight that wide, velvety-brown eyes mingled with fear ad anticipation, so
that his lids would slide shut to conceal them, and the only way to open them
would be to drop kisses upon them until they opened.
Then there was the way that Ryou twisted the left corner of his mouth downwards
in a half smile after each kiss, parting swollen lips to reveal a quick glimpse
of bleach-white canines in a silent plea for more. Seto loved that almost as
much as he loved the shocked, open-mouthed hiss that Ryou gave whenever his
delicate skin was bitten, or the way Ryou writhed happily under a storm of hot
kisses.
Kisses that fell indiscriminately upon Ryou's ears, cheeks, neck, arms,
chest...though to be fair, extra attention was paid to the soft inside of his
elbow, and the lean muscles just above his hipbones to it so perhaps it wasn't
quite so indiscriminate after all, but Ryou thought it was, and enjoyed the
idea that all of his body was adored equally - even the bones that made up his
hips. They themselves were often nipped or sucked so that the ivory flash
turned as blue as the veins that hid below the surface, but now seemed to have
possessed him. Only then would the kisses stop, and the mouth that bestowed
them be put to better use, urged on by the eager hands of Ryou that would grasp
sharp spikes of hair and tug demandingly.
Afterwards, he'd realize what he was doing and let go, only to curl his hands
into the slippery-soft sheets instead, fist them tighter with each quick gasp
that escaped his throat. Those gasps were ambrosia to Seto, and the nectar was
the way that Ryou would arch his back and try to thrust his hips upwards but be
held down by the strong hands holding his now-blued hips down. That never
stopped him from trying the next time though, as the move was an act born of
instinct, not reason.
Seto almost hated for that part to end, to have to the look of need on Ryou's
face replaced by one of anticipation, and still a little fear. Not much fear,
but enough that Ryou would become still. Not stiff, because that much had been
learnt from former nights, but Ryou never could stop himself from feeling a
little anxious, though he hid it well. Seto hated to see that anxiety on Ryou's
face, as much as he hated the split-second flash of pain that would appear,
only to be replaced by one of endurance. That expression wasn't, in Seto's
opinion, much better than the one that had preceded it.
Luckily, a few kisses, and time took care of that, as Ryou adjusted slowly, and
Seto waited patiently for Ryou to signal that he had adjusted, a signal that
usually came in the form of a provocative smile or a kiss which more than made
up for the wait. It was usually succeeded by a Ryou rocking back and forth a
little, in a grinding motion that generated more than enough friction for the
hint to be taken. Which it usually was, with great enthusiasm.
Ryou kept up the rocking motion of his hips though, setting the pace for a
while, until his concentration slipped. That was really the only part that he'd
initiate, since for the rest he seemed to prefer to be passive and have things
done to him rather than to be the one doing them. Seto didn't really care about
that though because for him it was enough to be able to watch Ryou's pleased
reactions. Reactions like the soft keening noises that Ryou was now making, or
the moans that he'd use for punctuation. The best reaction of all was yet to
come though, and Seto watched Ryou's eyes intently, for that slight flicker of
the lids and sudden dilation of the pupils that would warn him that the moment
of which he'd been waiting for all night was about to arrive.
It arrived with a bang, not a whimper, and the rainbow starburst behind Ryou's
eyes were nothing compared to what Seto felt at seeing Ryou so open and
vulnerable in those few, much-awaited seconds of sheer pleasure. Pleasure of a
different sort, but no less intense as he felt it every bit as much as Ryou
did, or as he thought Ryou did. It wasn't quite over yet though, for besides
the few desultory goodnight kisses, there was a chance for Seto to watch Ryou
sleep, for in sleep his face had an absolute purity of innocence that was only
hinted at during the day. Seto loved that look, and remained there, captivated
for a full five minutes until Bakura groaned, and flinging an arm over Ryou,
obscured the hikari from view.
Disappointed, Seto switched off his TV which had been set up to directly
receive the feed from the surveillance cameras in Ryou's house. He cuddled into
the blankets, and tried to fall asleep in his Ryou-less bed.
Author's Notes: Different from my usual stuff, but oh well…was going to enter this for Chibizoo's Yu-Gi-Oh Contest II, but decided to go with my other plot since this is too short and Seto isn't really a villain, just obsessed.