I'm not impotent! Kaiba thought furiously as he stormed into his room and sat down at his desk.
He propped his elbows up on his desk and palmed his face, taking deep even breaths as the girl's angry face flashed across his mind again.
The night had started out fairly well.
A very pretty woman had approached him while he was rounding off his last drink at the hotel bar, and they had engaged in very stimulating conversation before she had led him upstairs to her suite.
The one thing he had kept focusing on was how nicely her nails were manicured.
Her hands had flitted down the front of his shirt and pretty fingers skillfully undid his tie, and before he knew it, she was on top of him, moving sensually, her cool hands palming his crotch through his pants.
She had then sat up and watched him undo his belt, staring blankly at his flaccid penis through his underwear.
"Are you okay?" she had asked dryly, looking supremely unimpressed, and Kaiba felt his ego take a huge blow.
"It takes a while…and I'm drunk," he had growled back at her, but had felt a crushing weight sinking into his chest and settled deep in his stomach.
She shrugged and pushed him back down.
They kissed passionately, and he had fondled her breasts while she giggled and playfully groped his crotch again.
He had felt she was getting impatient, so he had offered to go down on her, and she had happily accepted.
After feeling her orgasm twice beneath him, she clamped her thighs tightly around his head and asked if he could put it in.
He had agreed, and glanced down at himself, only to realize with a trickling horror that he wasn't hard.
Maybe it was the alcohol?
No, because he had had drunk sex before, and it wasn't an issue then.
So, why was it an issue now?
Maybe he wasn't feeling it.
No. He felt fine. He wasn't even that drunk.
Maybe it was the girl.
No. She was being very inviting and encouraging.
Maybe it was….
And he had been slapped across the face so hard, his eyes watered.
"You're embarrassing me!" she had shrieked, sliding off the bed and scooping her dress off the floor to rush into the bathroom.
The door had slammed so hard the chandelier above him tinkled, and her voice muffled through the barrier, "Leave!"
Stunned, Kaiba hastily got dressed and exited the room, but not before hearing her through the wall, talking on the phone, clearly gossiping with a friend, "I brought him up to my room….and he's impotent!"
There had been a long pause.
"…Yes! The Seto Kaiba! We played around for a solid 40 minutes and he wasn't.…"
He slammed the door as he left and rushed out of the hotel.
Glaring intensely at the laptop on his desk, Kaiba clenched his fists, feeling his face heat up with humiliation.
There was a soft knock at his door and Isono's voice drifted in through the slight crack, "Master Kaiba…?"
"Go the fuck away," he hissed, and the door shut tightly with a soft click.
Damn.
This was going to be all over the tabloids.
Was there any way he could prevent this from getting out?!
Pay her off?
No.
She would make even more waves in the magazines if she mentioned that he had paid her off to stay quiet about his "impotence".
Dare he look now?
Sighing tightly, he pulled his laptop closer and flipped it open, tabbing through all of his socials, seeing several tags popping up already.
"Apparently, he had a hard time getting it up. Either at:linasan is lying or it could be true. Can anyone else confirm? #SetoKaiba #failsinbed" [1.8k likes, 114 replies]
"#SetoKaiba #isseriouslylacking #lmfao at:linasan claims to have slept with him and kicked him out after he couldn't get hard." [700 likes, 380 replies]
Clenching his teeth, Kaiba tapped on the user's profile, and the woman's smiling face appeared in the small icon of her profile.
Fuck!
She went and posted it on her socials…even worse!
Now all the gossip magazines would fight for her attention, and she could sell her story to the highest bidder.
Kaiba clicked on the replies, and began reading, feeling his toes curl unpleasantly.
"Rokitokii1chan replied: at:linasan I have slept with him, and the rumor that he makes you sign an NDA is false. But out of politeness, I didn't want to say anything until now. He's pretty OK." [803 likes, 635 replies]
"at:linasan Is he impotent?"
"linasan replied: No, he was very attentive. Definitely looks more handsome in person. Definitely looks younger in person too." [250 likes, 125 replies]
"So, the other user was lying. Pics or it didn't happen. #SetoKaiba #isseriouslylacking"
"Impotence doesn't work like that. Maybe you were enjoying it with him while he was at his peak."
"Stop bad-mouthing the kid. He's just rich and bored." [68 likes, 47 replies]
Clicking away from the thread, Kaiba scrolled down further, feeling his dread rising higher as he continued reading.
"LMFAOOO #prideship CONFIRMEDwwww! #SetoKaiba can't get it up with a woman hahahahahahwwwwww" [410 likes, 154 replies]
"yeeeeeeeaaahhhh boi! #prideshippers in the haus. Fk your all your other ships." [209 likes, 304 replies]
"FUCK YOU, YOUR MOM AND YOUR SINKING SHIP. GET THE FUCK OUT. #SetoKaiba doesn't want that shit." [1.1k likes, 453 replies]
"*slowly raises hand* I-I'm a flareshipper a-anyone? #flareship" [90 likes, 598 replies] "Die. Go die. #SetoKaiba isn't gay. Just becayse a guy can't get it up once doesn't make him gay or impotent. But tbh, im a #prideshipper all the way." [1.3k likes, 563 replies]
What the hell is a 'prideshipper'? Kaiba thought wearily, clicking on the hashtag.
He was met with a series of images, and they blurred heavily in his vision as his head began to pound with an alcohol-induced headache.
It was porn.
It was porn of him…with…Yugi!
Horrified, Kaiba almost slapped his laptop shut that very instant, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.
They were pictures, videos, and gifs of him, performing dirty, lewd, sexual acts.
Some were badly photoshopped, others were artistic masterpieces of him pushing Yugi up against a wall, kissing him, and sucking his dick.
Sometimes, he was the one being dominated, occasionally by tentacles or by his Blue-Eyes, and other times by Yugi, and sometimes, Yugi was the one writhing beneath him.
Kaiba continued to scroll down, and paused at a particular piece, staring at the way the artist as drawn the soft muscles in Yugi's deeply tanned arm.
He himself was depicted wearing his classic white suit, with Yugi's hand wrapped around his blue tie, pulling him in for a kiss amid swirling pink cherry blossoms while Yugi's blue blazer billowed gently off his shoulders.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn't Yugi.
It was the other Yugi.
Yami.
Kaiba blinked and felt his world tilt.
What the fuck was this?! What sick fucks…?!
Was this what people did with their free time?!
Why?!
He hovered over the drawing of them kissing and read the caption: "True love is always the sweetest." [5.4k likes, 345 replies]
He felt like vomiting.
5.4k likes.
That meant 5.4k people saw this and actually liked it.
Maybe in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that many people…but still!
Out of morbid curiosity, Kaiba clicked on a drawing and began reading the comments below:
"AAAAAA THANK YOU AT:12CHIRO! I LOVE ITTT! Best birthday gift ever! (hearts emoji)"
"12Chiro replied: You're welcome At:Yukankankana! Happy birthday and thank you for joining my stream (hearts eyes emoji)!"
"At:12Chiro's drawings are the best. So sweet. She always captures the pure moments! Please release more lewd scenes soon! Lov u chiroo!"
"12Chiro replied: Thank you At:Aasaaah111 ~~~ Your support means a lot to me!"
Growling, Kaiba hovered his fingers over the keyboard, briefly considering leaving a comment.
This would kick up a storm on the internet and draw attention away from his so-called impotence.
But he needed to pick a raunchier drawing.
Not this vanilla shit of just kissing.
He was about to click away before another comment caught his eye.
"At:12Chiro-channn! I have a scene suggestion for you to draw! It's regarding #SetoKaiba's most recent incident at a hotel! Have you heard about it?"
Kaiba felt his stomach curl so hard, it began to hurt.
"12Chiro replied: uffufuuffu At:makikisan YES I DID HEAR ABOUT THAT HAHAHAHAHAHA You are not the first person to tag me in this! I will gladly draw a supplementary scene!"
Hissing in annoyance, Kaiba clicked on the artist's profile and almost fell out of his chair as the banner caught him off guard.
It was a drawing of Yami's blushing face covered in cum, and upon closer inspection, he spied a drawing of his hand hovering in the upper right corner, his steel cuffs barely visible as his fist gripped…his dick?
He couldn't tell because the image had cut off at the top.
His shaking cursor hovered over the banner, and a link popped up in grey.
"Full version here: lin.k:/..."
Feeling his chest tighten painfully, Kaiba clicked the link and to his dismay, he was met with a pop-up message from the artist.
"Please donate if you support my works! Sign up for only 1200* yen a month! I occasionally release full, uncensored pieces, but please know that I work very hard on every single one! xx CHIRO"
You will receive full, uncensored versions to download!
Irritated, Kaiba clicked off from the message and stared at the full version of the drawing.
He felt his heart rate increase as he stared at the insane details, from the way the artist had drawn every sparkle of cum, to the dark array of lashes sitting prettily on Yami's lids.
It seemed the artist was very familiar with the way his hands looked, because that was the only part of him that was showing, aside from the tip of his penis, which his hand was gripping tightly.
The caption for this drawing was a simple, "Kaiba cums on Yami's face"
Slightly impressed, Kaiba closed the window and began browsing through the artist's page, looking for a photo he could comment on.
He found that he really liked the way this artist drew Yami's face.
It looked the most realistic out of all the other drawings he'd seen, and it perfectly matched the Yami he saw in his mind.
His heart skipped several beats as he spotted a drawing of his face in a small thumbnail, and he pounced on it, opening the full-sized photo, ignoring the donation message again.
This time, his face was drawn clearly, and he was fully dressed, wearing his flowing trench coat, his classic sneer was painted across his lips while a naked Yami sucked him off, his delicate face twisted in concentration as a small stream of saliva ran down his chin while he had his hand gripped his own dick.
Engrossed, Kaiba stared intently at the drawing, unable to tear his eyes away from the way the artist had drawn Yami's hand wrapped around his leaking dick, wondering if Yami's dick actually looked like that.
Leaning away from the screen, Kaiba felt his head pound heavily and he palmed his face again.
God...it all looked so realistic, to a point where it was disturbing.
He felt his dick itch strangely and he glance down, horrified to discover that he was hard.
Well, that proves I'm not impotent, Kaiba thought miserably, resting his hand lightly on his thigh. Deciding to ignore it, he continued browsing the artist's page.
This Chiro girl seemed really detail-oriented. She even managed to capture his expressions perfectly, in addition to being especially imaginative with Yami's lewd faces.
He couldn't help but continue scrolling down her feed, seeing a link-only post with 10.4k likes, and he clicked on it, shaking with anticipation.
The screen blinked as the photo loaded, and Kaiba was met with an image of Yami splayed back on a large bed, playing with himself. An anal vibrator was shoved up his ass, and he was pressing a white blazer to his face while his hand was once again wrapped around his leaking dick.
A shadow was drawn on the sheets, and Kaiba recognized his own silhouette immediately.
The caption of the drawing read: "Kaiba hovered over Yami, watching gleefully as he writhed pleasurably from the wonderful sensations coming from the anal plug. A quote from my favorite prideship story written by
Gross, Kaiba thought spitefully, feeling his boner ache in his pants.
The blazer Yami was clutching in the photo was clearly his, and the bed was…supposed to be his?
Did the artist think that that was what his bed looked like?
Kaiba clicked away from the picture and began reading the comments in spite of himself.
"At:12Chiro-chan can make ANYTHING sexy! Please hurry through your commissions list! I'm waiting!"
"12Chiro replied: thank you At:Mkksakun! I'm trying to complete them as fast as possible! Many of them are juicy! Please enjoy!"
"WOWOWO nosebleed! Yes, that's a very Kaiba thing to do! That's my favorite story too!"
"I am SUCH a huge Yami fan-boy, and of YOU chiro-chan! and I'm so glad I stumbled upon your works! Please keep it up!"
Fan-boy?! Kaiba reeled, feeling himself stiffen nervously, and he had to remind himself that he was looking at gay porn.
"CHIRO YOU ARE SO TALENTED! I SUBSCRIBED TODAY! WILL YOU BE PRINTING ANY OF THESE SOON?! WHEN CAN I SEE YOU IN PERSON TO BUY YOUR AMAZING ART?!"
"12Chiro replied: thank you At:jijohji, I really want to rent a booth, but it is currently too expensive. Maybe next year, I can split the rent with someone else!"
"omg At:xlmaconnalx writes all my wet dreams, and you, At:12Chiro, make my wet dreams a visual reality!"
Blinking rapidly, Kaiba closed the window and stared blankly at the icons on his desktop.
He had forgotten all about leaving a comment underneath the photos.
All he wanted to do now was touch himself, because the boner he had been trying to ignore was beginning to throb and pulse angrily.
Hissing in annoyance, Kaiba quickly undid his belt and stared down at his erection, thinking he would quickly get rid of it.
He stuck his hand in his pants and let out a small sigh, wrapping his hand around his heated member and giving it several firm pumps, feeling his body tense and relax just as quickly. Holding his breath and willing his mind to go blank, Kaiba began to masturbate in earnest, roughly shoving his hand down along his erect length, letting the warm shocks of pleasure wash over him in sync with the movements of his own hand.
A thick, heavy bubble of arousal began pooling at the base of his stomach and he tensed, preparing for his release before suddenly, Yami's cum-covered face flashed through his mind and Kaiba felt his chest tighten as he came in a forceful heave.
The rush of hot fluids spilled into his hand and dripped down his shaft, pooling wetly in his underwear, and Kaiba felt his head spin as he tried to catch his breath, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion swirling up inside him. H-Holy fucking shit….
Did I just…cum…while thinking about his face? Kaiba thought faintly, his ears ringing heavily.
Thunking his head down onto his desk, Kaiba winced as his forehead hit the cold surface. Fuck….
Maybe he was just really drunk.
But I've sobered up, a small voice echoed in the back of his head as he stood up and made his way steadily into the bathroom.
Suppressing a tired groan, he cleaned himself up and took a quick shower before drifting back to his bed and falling face-down onto the sheets.
The digital clock on his nightstand read 3:39AM.
Yami's face was illuminated by the pale glow of his computer screen as he scrolled through his socials, seeing many users mention #SetoKaiba and an incident at a hotel, which had apparently happened a few hours ago.
He felt a tiny drop of despair sink down in his chest, making every beat of his heart painful. It was irritating how Kaiba's behavior was so public…!
The user had posted a link to a magazine where she had written an article describing the incident, and Yami clicked on it hungrily, scanning her words, methodically searching the entry for information he really cared about.
"…We had very polite conversation at the bar, and even though he had had a few drinks, he tasted very pleasant.
He's a nice man. Very sure of himself, and very giving…
"…he's a great kisser. His hands felt nice on my….
…and then he offered to…."
Yami felt his eyes watering heavily as he skipped past five blocks of text describing how Kaiba had pleasured her orally.
Next.
Next.
Next.
Next.
What happened next?
This was so painful to read.
"I looked down at him between my legs, and he was spacing out, staring down at himself like he didn't know why he wasn't erect.
Earlier, I had asked him if he was okay, and he had said he was drunk.
Does this happen often to drunk men? I do not know!
I felt so embarrassed, thinking it was immediately my fault! …."
Slamming his laptop shut, Yami shoved it across his desk and pressed his palms into his eyes so hard, he saw green spots, feeling his shoulders shake.
He felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
Yugi's breathing was audible coming from the bed behind him, and Yami took deep ragged breaths, willing himself not to cry, not to get emotional, to feel nothing.
This was fine.
Kaiba lived in another world, clearly.
He enjoyed bedding women, and having these women tell tales about it, boosting his fame and presence on the internet.
Hell, #SetoKaibaislacking was trending on his feed.
That was fine.
He would wake up tomorrow and the trend would go away.
Yami stood slowly and threw himself down on his bed, letting Yugi's light snores lull him to sleep.
Kaiba sat at his desk in his office, feeling the sun warming his back from the windows behind him, carefully typing out notes for his next meeting.
His mind began to wander and he found himself pulling up his socials tab again, checking his name and mentions, irritated to see that #SetoKaibaislacking was still trending.
"At:Kaiba_Seto #SetoKaibaislacking wwwAHHAHAHAha wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
"Simple answer? He's gay. Complicated answer? He's gay. #SetoKaibaislacking"
"all his fangirls are crying themselves to sleep. all his fanboys are rejoicing. #SetoKaibaislacking"
"Hey guys, maybe we'll be able to read juicy articles about him with a guy! Hahaha I won't tag him for fear he'll see this. I want to be one of those guys. I'm handsome. HMU -image attached-"
"Maybe the girl was ugly At:Kaiba_Seto, its OK. It happens to the best of us" [870 likes, 345 replies]
"Nah, did you see that girl? She was hot. #SetoKaibaislacking."
"yeah brah, I could get off just by looking at her pics! #SetoKaibaislacking"
"OMFG leave the girl alone! This is clearly the man's fault! #SetoKaibaislacking"
"Or maybe, its time for people to hop on the #prideship train! Toot toot motherfuckers BWHAHAAh #SetoKaibaislacking #SetoKaibaisgayforYami"
Kaiba felt his eyelid twitch and he found himself clicking #prideship.
"#prideship #prideshipping At:xlmaconnalx published a new chapter today! It's a one-shot! Yami confronts Kaiba after his impotence incident! MUST READ MUST READ! I needed to change my panties!" [1.3k likes, 461 replies]
"xlmaconnalx replied: AAA THANK YOU FOR THE MENTION AT:12CHIRO! I'm glad to know you read it so quickly! More to come! Or…more to…cum…HAHAHAHA"
"ALKFGHKAJHDAKJH IM READING THIS AT WORK RIGHT NOW AND I LOVE IT! SO SEXY! At:xlmaconnalx PLEASE WRITE A FOLLOW-UP CHAPTER!"
Kaiba felt his chest tighten strangely as he recognized the usernames of the smutty artist from last night.
It seemed like it was a community.
Xlmaconnalx and 12Chiro were friends, and their content fueled the online "prideshipping" discussions among other artists and writers.
But these two seemed to be the most popular.
He clicked on 12Chiro's profile once more and saw a new post.
"Everyone! I am hosting a live stream in two hours, and I will be drawing the scene from At:xlmaconnalx's story! See you all there! (hearts emojis) Here is the link! http/lin.k…." [6.5k likes, 45 replies]
"I'll be there At:12Chiro!"
"My prayers have been answered. I was hoping and praying you would! At:12Chiro #prideship #pridetrain"
"See you there At:12Chiro-chan! I love your works!"
Kaiba felt his curiosity mounting as he clicked on xlmaconnalx's profile, seeing the story link as the first post on their page.
"Wrote this realy quick! Please ignore any errors, but the feeling is there! http/lin.k….#prideshipping #oneshot"
Leaning back in his chair, Kaiba glanced up at his door, waiting for his secretary's footsteps to fade down the hallway before hastily clicking on the link.
"Title: Impossible…! I'm cured!
Summary:Seto Kaiba finds out that he's inpotent, and is distressed. He runs into the arms of his nearest rival, Yami, who comforts him and cures him of his importance.
"Are you okay?" Yami asked softely, reaching out towards Kaiba, whose eyes flashed dangerously at him.
"I am not," Kaiba retorted, dropping his pants to the floor. "Look. My penis is broken."
"Don't say that." Yami said flatly, blushing as he tried to look away…."
Kaiba peeled his eyes away from his screen and doubled over in a fit of delirious laughter. He laughed so hard, his chest ached and his vision blurred with tears of mirth.
Gasping for breath, he heard his secretary's heels clicking across the floor and a soft knock sounded at his door.
"Mr. Kaiba…are you alright?"
"I'm fine…!" Kaiba managed to speak between deep breaths, bracing himself on the desk as he felt another large bubble of laughter burst from his chest.
This writer…!
This…xlmaconnalx person, had misspelled "impotence" twice in the entire description, and jumped straight into a sex scene without any context whatsoever.
It was hilarious!
Hilariously bad.
He had expected some novel-tier writing given how Chiro's artwork looked clean and polished, like she was a professional mangaka or something.
That was a good laugh. He needed that laugh.
Composing himself, Kaiba decided he would join Chiro's livestream.
The least he could do was log into the livestream and congratulate Chiro for stomaching it through xlmaconnalx's horrific writing, and somehow managing to create stunningly lewd artwork from it.
Should I log in as Seto Kaiba? Kaiba mused, wondering what the reaction would be.
No. That would be a bad idea.
These people were fetishizing a relationship that didn't exist.
If he logged in using his official account…it could be dangerous.
Smirking to himself, Kaiba opened another window and swiftly created a new account, half-heartedly giving himself a false name.
Cool. Now that he did that, all he had to do was sit in the server and wait for Chiro to start her livestream.
Two hours flew by extremely fast, and Kaiba felt his phone buzz across his desk with the alarm he had set as a reminder.
Saving his work, Kaiba stretched lightly and entered the live stream, opening the chat box to see a massive array of usernames popping up one after another in a lively discussion.
Xlmaconnalx seemed to be a mini-celebrity, as many users were clamoring to talk with them.
anon11: HI HI! Xlmaconnalx! I read your chapter this morning! LOVED IT!
xlmaconnalx: thank you!
Anon94: I have a ton of ideas can I bounce them off you? Please answer your PMs
Anon135: almost came in my pants on the last live stream when chiro drew that blow job scene
Anon260: I think chiro's specialty is dicks and hands. I love the way she draws kaiba's hand around his dick.
Jinsouu: hawt. Here for the penis. Stay for the penis. Breathe the penis.
Anon502: n00b question, how come xlmaconnalx has a username but im in here as "ANON"?
Bireod0: i*~~d*~~i*~~o*~~t*~~~ Leave. Die. Fuck you. Chiro-chan is my wife. Kiioirtsu:
Anon45: xlmaconnalx Please consider this: AU where Kaiba is a poor man and Yami is rich!
Anon2387: guys, be nice, or chiro will ban you for cursing.
Anon7: aaaa I've been here for an hour already! I wanna hear her voice someday!
Xlmaconnalx: OK! I will think about it!
Anon347: yea, chiro is sensitive to harsh words. STFU or she'll end the stream early. Block all trolls and homophobes.
Fluffykuri: be patient. Wallets open everyone. I already know what I want.
Fuckumotherfuckers: guess who figured out how to set a username. No longer anon like you base fuckers.
Xlmaconnalx: Chiro will ban you for vulgar names. Go change it.
Snickering in amusement, Kaiba clicked around, realizing he had to pay the streaming site for a registered username.
Lame. Pass.
Suddenly, the screen turned grey and blinked white, and the chat exploded with frenzied messages of warm welcomes.
Anon23: CHIRO chiroChiro!
flufy6ws: AAAAAAAAAAA! SHE'S STARTGIN! ITS HAPPENING!
anon59: yes yes welcome chiro!
hroa11111111: hi notice me
kikriki: CHIRo!
anon133: omgomgomg im so excited im gonna pee my pants
34farminalz: holy crap! Great day to stream! Hi Chiro! Hi everyone!
Kaiba folded his hands in front of his face and laced his fingers together, pressing his thumbs firmly against his mouth as he watched the artist begin, staring out with light circles and lines.
He watched with great interest, seeing the circles morph into an ass and a slender pair of thighs.
Mesmerized, Kaiba felt his mouth go dry as he watched the artist neatly detail the ball sack and add an upper body, complete with a spiky crop of hair.
Yami.
More specifically, Yami on all fours.
The artist added another layer and began drawing a standing figure, and Kaiba felt his heart rate increase, his eyes darting between the chat box and the drawing.
Anon: OGMALDHKKLAH CAN'T BREATHEE! Yami's BALLS!
haefea: Kaiba is fucking him in the ass. Please let it be kaiba fucking him in the ass. of course it is. I read the scene by xlmaconnalx before coming here.
anonaonaon: CHIRO! I sent you 1500 yen! Please color it!
basegodchiro: I WILL DIE IF THIS DOESN'T GET COLORED! IS THAT KAIBA FUCKING YAMI IN THE ASS?! You are amazing. Did you see the 100y I sent you?!
prideshiptrainning: im wet
Kaibasdick: can kaiba please have a smirk? I sent you 200 yen. Please make it so.
anon51: I sent 500y. Sorry its not that much but I love you and what you do.
bringthediq: PLEASE DRAW KAIBA'S ASS! PLEASE! SO CLOSE! 100y to you! *KISSES!
Kaiba watched with bated breath, seeing the base sketch of himself complete, the artist began drawing clothes on his body.
The chat exploded with people begging for the artist to draw his ass.
Deeply entertained, he watched Chiro's pen pause on the screen and return to detailing the tips of Yami's hair, clearly playing her audience well, and Kaiba realized she was waiting for a donation.
A high donation.
Everyone was only donating ones and fives, with no one giving over 20!
Hastily paying for a registered name, Kaiba made up a random username and wrote:
"Chiro. I will send you 30,000* for the completed drawing, in color. Both naked."
He hit enter and watched as his message got buried beneath the barrage of whines from the watchers.
Anon245: CHIROO NOOO PLEASE! ERASE THE CLOTHES! DRAW KAIBA'S ASS!
jizzzzzonme: put his diq in his ass. Its already there! Sent you 1000 yen!
chiroahi: kaiba is my favorite. You draw him so well.
Anon356: OMFG THAT YAMI'S ASS IS HOT. Why are you drawing him with a shirt?!
ayam1ii1: I sent you 500y please color the drawing
tetro: please draw Kaiba's ass
Anon4511: ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS
REire13: make the hole pink. Make cum happen.
Kaiba watched as the pen on the screen paused, and Chiro began writing something.
He leaned forwards, deeply intrigued.
"At user Shin_Taro. I accept. Awaiting payment ~ " was written in neat, curly letters, and she drew a tiny heart at the end of her sentence.
The chat exploded once more.
Korutata: WHO IS SHIN_TARO?!
Anon294: TARO YARO YOU BETER PAY THE FUCKING AMOUNT YOU SAID!
Xlmaconnalx: HOLY FUCKK! FLUFFYKURI WAS OUTBID!
kboku: taro is a liar. Fake. Spam. Ignore. wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
yeuaoyaoi: PAY PAY PAY! WHAT WERE THE CONDITIONS?! I DIDN'T SEE?!
Anon84: everyone stop spamming the chat so I can search the user and see what they said!
liaolki: WHY HAVEN'T THEY PAID YET?! IM WAITING?!
kboku:wwwwww000000wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww00000wwwwwwwww00000wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww000000000wwwwwwwwwwwwww00000wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww0000wwwwwwwwwww
Anon84: I SAID STOP SPAMMING THE CHAT SO I CAN FIND OUT WHO SHIN_TARO IS!
JojoBick: taro is a liar. Their name already looks like spam. Don't listen to them Chiro.
Kaiba blinked and waited for the user to pay, seeing the artist's pen moving across the screen once more.
"Taro-chan…I'm waiting (smiley face)"
Even the chat box went silent, and Kaiba frowned, tapping his nails against the edge of his desk.
Wait.
Kaiba sat up straighter in his chair and hovered over the profile he had made in a hurry.
His username was Shin_Taro.
Oh.
Fuck.
Okay.
Well then….
Feeling unusually nervous, Kaiba clicked on Chiro's name in the stream and found that it was surprisingly easy to send money.
He paused when he realized his real name would be attached to the payment.
Fuck!
He needed to mask his information.
He would have to make another fake account, in a third-party payment app under the name 'Shin Taro', transfer funds to there, and then use that to pay the artist.
FUCK!
He really hadn't thought this through.
A large question mark drawn in red ink appeared on the screen, and Chiro began writing numbers.
30.
She erased it and wrote 29.
She erased that and wrote 28.
Realizing she was putting him on the clock, Kaiba bit his tongue painfully and hastily pulled up another window.
He quickly set up a separate account under his false name and hit 'register' just as Chiro drew the number 10, and he moved to click on her profile once more, carefully typing in 30,000 and hitting 'send' just as Chiro erased the number 3 across the screen.
Holding his breath, Kaiba watched as Chiro's pen hovered for a moment before drawing a large heart, writing, "Thank you Taro-chan! Your request will be granted!"
Leaning back into his chair with a satisfied smirk, Kaiba watched the chat explode once more.
Anon: UM. THIS TARO YARO ACTUALLY PAID 30,000?!
hiki23: EXCUSE ME WHAT
jumpr4li: WHO ARE YOU. TARO. YARO. SPEAK.
dancedancelove: she's here to steal chiro's heart.
jikiuppopop: for all you know, taro can be a man. Probably a high rolling lawyer who also #PRIDESHIPS!
anon344: chiro's heart can't be won with money! She uses it to live!
666sexsexsex666: BUY YOURSELF A CUTE PURSE CHIRO! YOU DESERVE IT!
dakipoq: WOWOWo SHIN_TARO HAS BALLS!
anon9: this must be her favorite piece. Are you a longtime fan taro-chan?
Xlmaconnalx: HEY TARO, PAY ME 30,000 TO WRITE SOMETHING!
Lukpp: somethings not right, she made her account literally 8 mins ago.
Kaiba had been so caught up in reading the chat, he didn't realize that the line art had been finished. He stared incredulously at the screen, enjoying the way the artist had drawn his buttcheeks.
He bit back another laugh and hovered his hands over the keyboard, quickly typing,
"It looks good."
And he was once again bombarded by a series of questions.
Almondsss: hi shin_taro! Welcome. Are you new?
hi98five: SHIN_TARO! LOLOL WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT
mikikla: a spammer has arrived in our midst
angeill: A SPAMMER WOULDN'T OUTBID FLUFFYKURI
fluffykuri: i feel offended. The highest I've ever offered Chiro is 2500
anon09909: SHIN_TARO ARE YOU A MAN OR A WOMAN
anon34: I bet it's a man.
anonaonaon: nope. Definitely a girl who wants her panties wet.
Deciding not to incite the chatroom any more, Kaiba went back to watching the artist diligently color and shade the skin on Yami's back. He watched the circular pen flit lightly over Yami's hair, shading it a familiar deep red and Kaiba felt his stomach twist with arousal. He glanced at the rest of the unfinished drawing, pleased to see that she had decided to draw his dick in Yami's ass after all.
Would adding cum be too much to ask for…?
"…add cum," Kaiba wrote, feeling another bout of delirious laugher threatening to explode from his chest as he hit enter.
He watched Chiro's pen hover over the drawing and slowly write, "As you wish…taro-chan!"
Blinking incredulously, Kaiba watched as she added another layer and began roughly adding drops of liquid down the backs of Yami's thighs and around the rim of Yami's asshole into which the tip of his dick had disappeared.
Nice, very nice, Kaiba thought approvingly, feeling his dick twitch excitedly in his pants.
Damn. He needed to calm down. He glanced down at the clock on the far corner of his screen and realized with a jolt that he'd been sitting in the livestream for an hour and a half. He needed to get back to work!
Hastily closing the browser, Kaiba pulled up his meeting notes and pointedly ignored the erection straining in his pants.
He was just having mindless fun…to blow off steam, to distract himself from the negative press.
It wasn't because he actually found Yami attractive.
Hell, Yami probably didn't even know this shit existed.
Did Yami even have access to a computer?
Pushing the intrusive thoughts out of his mind, Kaiba set his jaw and continued working.
Yami stretched lightly and stood up from his desk, gently rolling his neck and shoulders, feeling stiff.
He heard the door slam and he eased his laptop shut, striding out of his room and down the stairs, seeing Yugi placing several large grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
"Aibou…!" Yami said enthusiastically, leaning against the counter and peering into the bags, spying several large apples. He grabbed one and bit into it, pointedly ignoring Yugi's frown.
"Wash it first, Yami, it's dirty!" Yugi said, rolling up his sleeves and swinging the refrigerator door open. "How did your livestream go?"
"Good," Yami replied happily, chewing his apple thoughtfully, watching Yugi load the groceries into the refrigerator. "Actually, great! We can go out for a big meal. A fan sent a generous donation."
Yugi straightened up and grabbed a carton of eggs, "How much?"
"30,000," Yami said plainly, twirling the apple core in his fingers, "And they left the stream early without leaving any contact information, so they didn't download the piece they bought. I tried looking on their profile, and it has no information."
Yugi blanched, "30…thousand?! A-Are you sure that's okay?!"
Yami shrugged and tossed the core into the trash with a stressful sigh, "And their real name matches their username, so it might as well have been anonymous."
"What do you mean?!" Yugi asked shrilly, shutting the refrigerator door with a slam.
"The payment name matched the on-screen username," Yami explained patiently, watching Yugi's eyes grow wider and wider, "It's a fake name. This person went to extreme lengths to stay anonymous."
"S-So…" Yugi stammered, feeling himself sweat.
30,000 was way too much…right?! Was it illegal to receive that much money…for lewd art?! Could Yami send it back somehow?
"So I can't return it, even if I tried," Yami said flatly, reading Yugi's expression accurately. "Also, no one in my circles has ever heard of this person."
Yugi nodded stiffly and rolled up his sleeves, quickly placing his hands underneath running water, washing them vigorously. "What are you going to do?"
Yami shrugged, frowning, "Well, I can take the amount out now. We can spend it before the person changes their mind and withdraws the payment."
"No, about the fan!" Yugi said worriedly, thinking Yami was more concerned about the money than the gesture. "Are you going to make sure they get the piece they paid for?"
"They'll show up again," Yami said confidently, walking back up the stairs, "I'll just send out a mass message. If anyone finds this person's account, I'll know about it. It's a small community."
Sitting back down in his chair, Yami flipped his laptop open and quickly composed a new message, feeling his eyes burn as he ignored the trending hashtag #SetoKaibaislacking.
Damn.
He really wished it would've died down last night, but apparently that was too much to hope for.
Thinking for a moment, Yami wrote:
"Thank you to everyone who joined my livestream! (heart emoji) A big shout out to user Shin_Taro! Taro-chan, please come claim the full res download link for your piece! You left in a hurry! Message or email me! xxChiro"
He hit 'post' and watched as people descended upon his message, sounding disgruntled at the new user.
"At:12Chiro, ban her next time if she doesn't pay."
"Chiro-chann! The way you drew those balls made me wet!"
"At:12Chiro wwwwwWWW THAT STREAM WAS SO GOOD! When is the next one?!"
"okay that yaro literally came out of NOWHERE! I tried looking on all socials for any user named shin_taro! SUCH A COMMON NAME!"
"At:12Chiro, don't humor spammers anymore. Did they actually pay you?"
"There are 1,200 results for a usernames shin_taro! Fake! At:12Chiro, good stream tho! (heart emojis)"
"At:12Chiro hit me if im wrong but that's the kind of name fuckbois on dating apps use. It's always "something_taro". Yamada Taro. Hin Taro. Po Taro. Yin Taro. It never ends. Stay safe, girl!"
"Shin_taro is a perverted man. Stay away from our Chiro. I will fight. (fist emojis)"
Sighing irritably, Yami closed his laptop and set his tablet on top of it, feeling his eyes grow heavy.
It didn't matter if Shin_taro never messaged him back.
Nothing mattered.
The only thing that did matter was that he was gaining traction, views, and popularity.
Hopefully, he would become popular enough that one day, Kaiba would happen upon his drawings and contact him, to yell, scream, and demand that he take it down, or maybe sue him for slander and defamation for dirtying his image. Whatever.
It was pointless wasting his time thinking about things that would never happen when Kaiba was very clearly out and about, bedding women.
Kaiba stood up from his desk and suppressed a yawn, briefly glancing out at the darkening sky outside his window.
He suddenly remembered that he had logged out of the livestream without saving the drawing he had paid for. Shit.
Hastily sitting back down, he accessed the stream, unsurprised to see that it was empty. He clicked on Chiro's profile and found that he was blocked from sending messages.
Well, that's what happens when you're popular, Kaiba thought darkly, pulling up his socials and clicking on Chiro's profile.
He saw that she had posted a new message, thanking him personally.
"Thank you to everyone who joined my livestream! (heart emoji) A big shout out to user Shin_Taro! Taro-chan, please come claim the full res download link for your piece! You left in a hurry! Message or email me! xxChiro"
Cute, Kaiba thought wryly, wondering if she looked as cute as she sounded.
He hovered over the message button and cursed himself again, realizing he was still logged in as Seto Kaiba.
Logging out, he hastily created a ghost account under the name Shin_taro, clicking his tongue in annoyance when he realized it was the most universal fake name.
"Shin_taro" was taken.
"Shinn_taro" was taken.
"Shinnn_tarooo" was taken.
"Sh1Nt4R0" was taken.
"Shin_taroo1" was taken.
"x1Shin_taro1x" was taken
"Shinnntaaarooo" was taken.
"Shin_Chan" was taken.
"Taro_Chan" was taken.
"Shintarochan1111" was taken.
And "Shit_Taro" was taken.
"Shin_tarotarotaro" was available, by some miracle.
It sounded stupid as fuck, and fake as hell, but whatever.
The sole purpose of this account would be to interact with 12Chiro and that bunch of horny degenerates from that specific corner of the internet.
Grinding his teeth in annoyance, Kaiba created his profile and intentionally left everything blank.
The website asked for his profile photo, a banner photo, his age, his sex, and his birthday, all of which he ignored and went straight to the search bar to type in Chiro's username.
He hit 'follow' and sent her a private message:
"it's me, shin_taro from the live stream. I would like the piece I paid 30,000 for."
And he sent it, suddenly feeling deeply uneasy.
She probably won't see it, Kaiba realized, his stomach churning as he recalled the way his message had been buried in the live chat.
Fuck it. Whatever.
He eased his laptop shut and slid it into his briefcase, striding towards the door, intent on getting home as quickly as possible.
He had been itching to jerk off since this afternoon.
Yami was lounging beside Yugi, lazily watching the TV while Yugi was mumbling to himself with a box of Duel Monsters cards in his lap.
His phone buzzed with a PM notification and Yami eyed his screen warily, seeing the username 'shin_tarotaro' pop up.
Ah…the strange but generous fan.
He slid his thumb across the screen and hastily read the message.
It sounded short and curt…almost rude.
"it's me, shin_taro from the live stream. I would like the piece I paid 30,000 for."
Maybe it is a man, Yami thought darkly, thinking that girls usually sounded more cheerful and used more emojis.
He pasted the link into the message and clicked his phone off, leaning back into the couch and staring blankly at the TV, letting his mind wander.
Kaiba was lying in bed, freshly showered, feeling warm and comfortable when his computer made a strange pinging sound. He perked his ears up and wondered what the fuck it was.
He sat up and walked over to his desk, prying open the lid of his laptop, realizing he had forgotten to silence the notifications on his fake account.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw he had a message in his inbox.
Sitting down hastily, Kaiba opened it to find the link, and nothing else. Chiro hadn't sent a cute message the way she usually did in her public posts.
Whatever, Kaiba thought airily, clicking on the link and enjoying the full effect of the completed piece.
Yami had a desperate look painted across his face, with just the tip of Kaiba's dick shoved into his ass and shiny beads of cum were lined around his anus, dripping down the backs of his thighs.
Kaiba smirked when he saw the way Chiro had drawn his buttocks tensed tightly along with slender, toned thighs and a broad back, with his hand resting lightly on Yami's hip. The tips of his nicely manicured fingers sparkled and Kaiba marveled at the attention to that detail.
The artist probably watched his televised duels…often.
The expression drawn on his own face was different this time around. His eyes were half-lidded, lustful, and his cheeks were flushed a light pink.
Okay, I'm fine with that expression, Kaiba thought, disgruntled.
He drew his gaze back to the cum-filled edge of Yami's asshole and he felt his tongue itch.
Yami would probably taste…sweet.
Would he really make those expressions?
They looked too submissive.
The artist sure had a good imagination though.
Either way, it was money well spent.
"Thank you," Kaiba wrote, and he hesitated for a moment before hitting backspace and deleting the message.
He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing.
30,000 was pennies to him, but would it seem weird that shin_taro would only show up in the livestreams for the lewd art?
He would happily continue paying 30,000 for drawings from 12Chiro if the interaction only happened between them, but it seemed like 12Chiro felt the need to publicly announce generous donations.
He had already been called out for being a spammer, and the community seemed to be distrustful, even though he had put his money up front.
How could he worm his way into the community and get close to 12Chiro for the porny art without giving himself away?
Kaiba aimlessly clicked on xlmaconnalx's profile and he stared at it so long, his eyes watered.
I will replace you, Kaiba thought viciously, scrolling down through xlmaconnalx's profile, taking note of how many stories they had written.
He clicked on them all, and was glad to discover that they were all terrible, with misspellings everywhere and broken strings of thought.
Kaiba kept seeing 12Chiro's name popping up in just about every other post and decided he would become Chiro's new inspiration.
Writing self-insert fanfiction was easy.
Writing it from Yami's perspective might be fun too.
Hell, this would also help lessen suspicion against his new profile.
He could just say he was new to the community.
He scrolled through xlmaconnalx's profile and found the site they had been publishing their works on and registered, once again, going through the agonizing process of creating another fake account.
"Writer name: Shin_Taro *this username has been taken, please select another one."
Cursing, Kaiba entered, "shin_tarotarotaro" and thankfully, it was available.
Guess that's me, Kaiba thought sarcastically, pulling up a blank document and flexing his fingers.
He could quickly type out a short sex scene that was probably miles better than that garbage xlmaconnalx was writing.
"My penis is broken…" Jesus Christ Almighty.
This was a matter of pride, and he was going to take this seriously.
Yami felt his phone buzzing on his desk beside his elbow and he glanced down at it halfheartedly, watching a series of messages popping up one after another.
It was 2AM!
There was only one person it could be.
xlmaconnalx: Chiro Chiro Chiro! Are you there?
xlmaconnalx: Chiro…! So…
xlmaconnalx: What do you think about this idea
xlmaconnalx: Sex scene after a duel…and it happens in the hallway…or something
xlmaconnalx: but I don't really know what the duel arena looks like from the inside
xlmaconnalx: you're gonna have to help me out with that cuz
xlmaconnalx: you said you've been there! right? :DDD
Sighing irritably, Yami picked up his phone and replied:
12Chiro: Yes I did say that, but I don't want to draw public sex.
12Chiro: also, I don't like having the scenes centered around dueling.
xlmaconnalx: WHY?!
xlmaconnalx: They're DUELSITS FFS?!
12Chiro: Its…boring and cliché.
xlmaconnal: NO ITS NOT?!
12Chiro: it is to me, anyway (worried emoji)
xlmaconnalx: okay thennnn what if they…go back to his room!
xlmaconnalx: we can skip the duel. (wink emoji)
xlmaconnalx: hmmm ok nevermind. I'll go back to the square one with my ideas.
xlmaconnalx: oh and I think that shin_taro person is a writer too!
xlmaconnalx: I just saw their profile pop up in my feed
xlmaconnalx: Is their username "shin_tarotarotaro?
Or this someone else? (confused emoji)
xlmaconnalx: (shock emoji)
xlmaconnalx: OH MY GOD ITS AMAZING AKJFGAKJSGAKJHD
xlmaconnalx: OMFG CHIRO GO READ IT RIGHT NOW! (hearts hearts hearts)
xlmaconnalx: THIS PERSON IS A BETTER WRITER THAN ME! *IS CRYING*
xlmaconnalx: You won't abandon me, right chiro?
xlmaconnalx: tell me what you think after you've read it!
xlmaconnalx: I wanna …
Yami hit mute and felt his heart race.
Shin_taro was a fanfiction writer!
No wonder no one in his artist circles had ever heard of them.
Quickly opening a new tab, Yami logged into the fanfiction site and quickly searched the prideshipping tag, deeply pleased to see a new story was posted by a user named 'Shin_TaroTaroTaro' fifteen minutes ago.
It was a oneshot, very short, with only 1,000 words.
Slightly dismayed, Yami clicked on it and began reading.
"Title: Mr. Shoes
Summary: -
Kaiba was sitting in a meeting, bored out of his mind, watching the minute hands tick by. He felt this phone buzz in his pocket and he ignored it.
It buzzed again.
Annoyed, he dipped his hand under the table and yanked it out, checking to see who it was.
It was an unknown number.
He opened the messages.
"Hey handsome, "Show me your feet."
Frowning, but intrigued, he surreptitiously snapped a photo of his shoes and sent it to the unknown number, hiding his smirk with the back of his hand as he turned his attention back to his executives across the table.
Yami blinked and stared at the pair of shiny dress shoes with its laces neatly done, planted firmly apart on a thick, gray carpet.
The owner was also wearing a pair of dark slacks paired with solid indigo socks.
Who was this? This was definitely not the barista he had met at the bar the other night.
This was a wrong number, but the recipient seemed willing to reciprocate with a photo.
Which was a good sign?
His phone buzzed in his hand, and the mysterious dress-shoe sender replied with:
"Your turn."
Deeply curious, Yami snapped a photo of his own feet, clad only in socks, and sent it, watching another text bubble up from the dress-shoe sender.
"Wrong. With shoes."
Blinking in annoyance, Yami rushed down the stairs of his house and towards the game shop. Picking his shoes up from the mat, he stuck his feet in them roughly and snapped a photo. He hit send without thinking and sat down heavily on the top step, waiting for a reply.
Kaiba felt his phone buzz in his hand and glanced down at the screen once more, biting back a surprised gasp. Those shoes looked really fucking familiar.
Yugi.
Or…was it Yami?
Because the difference mattered.
One quick way to find out.
He sent Mokuba a quick text, asking him for Yugi's number, and drummed his fingers against the table impatiently, glad to see that his meeting was ending in a few minutes.
His phone buzzed with Mokuba's reply and Kaiba quickly compared the phone numbers.
They didn't match.
So, this was definitely…Yami.
This was going to be…fun.
The meeting was ending, and Kaiba watched as everyone stood and bowed politely, gathering their things and exiting the room, leaving him sitting at the head of the table, alone.
Sighing, he saw another text pop up from Yami.
"Shoe-san?"
Biting back a laugh, Kaiba replied with,
"Call me…I want to hear your voice."
Yami stared at his phone, aghast.
Did Shoe-san think he was a woman?
Well, this caller was about to find out that he was a man…!
Hell no!
"No. Picture of your dick first." Yami replied spitefully.
There was a long pause, and Yami felt slightly disappointed.
"Ha. That's what I thought." Yami typed, watching Shoe-san send a photo after another long minute.
Blinking in astonishment, Yami stared at the photo, feeling his mouth go dry.
He could see a boner outlined clearly in the dark folds of Shoe-san's slacks, and a pale, slender hand rested on his thigh, where a silver watch peeked out from underneath the folds of a stiff sleeve.
A businessman?!
Upon closer inspection, Yami spotted the edge of a shiny belt buckle, the initials KC printed boldly across the thick metal.
K-Kaiba!
Feeling his heart race frantically, Yami attempted to correct his mistake, scrambling to pull together an apology.
"Wrong number! Sorry…Kaiba!"
Kaiba's reply was timely.
"Right number. Who else were you expecting?"
Yami hesitated and watched as another message bubbled up on his screen,
"So, how about that call?"
Trembling with anticipation, Yami hit the call button and slowly made his way back up the stairs, counting the rings with each step he took.
Kaiba picked up on the fifth ring and his voice drifted coldly into Yami's ears.
"Take your shirt off and pinch your nipples."
Opening his mouth to protest, Yami felt his head spin with a series of unanswered questions, but he obediently sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled his shirt off, shivering slightly from the cold. Was Kaiba just…bored?
Yami reached up and pressed his palm flat against his chest, giving his nipples a firm rub as Kaiba's voice sounded in his ear again.
"Good…do it until you get hard…."
Shivering pleasurably, Yami glanced down at himself and realized that he was already hard.
He gave his nipples another firm rub and set his phone down on his pillow, tapping the speakerphone button.
He lay back into his bed and rolled his nipples between the pads of his fingers, feeling himself jerk and shudder at his own touch, feeling his stomach clenching and twisting strangely with every stroke and pull of his own fingers against the sensitive nubs.
He suddenly had an image of Kaiba's face, hovering above him, licking his lips devilishly before easing his head down to capture one of his nipples in his mouth to suck roughly. He dug the tip of his nail into the center of his nipple, imagining it was Kaiba's teeth, and let out a small cry, which Kaiba heard clearly over the phone, and he smirked.
"Does it feel good?"
And when he received no reply, he sat back in his chair, staring blankly at the people walking past the meeting room, listening to the light pants echoing through the receiver.
Smirking to himself, he heard Yami's voice echo faintly in his ear.
"I…want to cum…"
"Go ahead," Kaiba replied dispassionately, crossing one leg over the other, feeling his erection throb.
He was itching to jerk himself off.
God…dammit. It was unhealthy to hold out for this long.
Yami curled his knees up his chest, keeping one hand on his nipple, the other shoved frantically down his pants, stroking himself steadily as he rolled his nipple between the pads of his fingers, shivering as a warm wave of pleasure washed over him over and over again with each pump of his hand.
He shut his eyes and desperately wished that he could be touched.
He wanted Kaiba's hands to roam across his body.
Just the thought was enough to drive him over the edge, and Yami curled his knees up to his chest, convulsing tightly as he came thickly into his own hand, feeling his mind go blissfully blank for a moment, his ears humming pleasantly.
Breathing heavily, Yami uncurled his hand from his shaft and glanced down at the mess he'd made.
His nipples were unusually pink and his dick throbbed excitedly back at him again.
"Did you cum?" Kaiba's voice drifted out of the phone and Yami nodded weakly, unable to speak. He felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment as he realized Kaiba couldn't see him through the phone.
"Y-yes."
"Good. I'll send a car," Kaiba said dryly, hanging up the phone quickly.
He glanced down at himself and let out a slow hiss, feeling his boner ache and leak thinly into his underwear.
He shifted uncomfortably.
He wanted to bury himself in Yami's ass and fuck him raw.
He wanted to hear Yami's lewd shouts ringing throughout his office.
Should he take care of himself now or wait until Yami arrived?
This piece is dedicated to 12Chiro. See you at the next livestream. -ShinTaroTaroTaro"
If you liked it, tell me. If you hated it, tell me.
Yami was blown away, breathless, and stunned.
He felt his eyes water as he re-read the author's note again, feeling his dick twitch excitedly in his pants.
This Shin_Taro character really captured the Kaiba he saw in his mind! What's more, the amount of detail the writer included about the stairs in his home and the game shop was uncanny!
The details regarding Kaiba's meeting room sounded realistic too!
Yami reeled, sitting back in his chair, feeling his breaths coming out in light pants. He glanced down at himself and realized he was hard.
Amazing. Incredible. Unbelievable.
Perhaps, this Shin_taro would be a new friend in the fandom who he could obsess over Kaiba with.
Unable to contain his excitement, Yami pulled his laptop closer and opened up his socials. He quickly typed out a new message to Shin_TaroTaroTaro and, ignoring the fact that it was already 3AM, he sent it without hesitation, feeling positively electric.
He would sleep well tonight.
I could masturbate to this…Yami thought sadly, clenching his fist tightly.
No. He would do that later. He needed sleep.
Author's note:
Hi All!
New fic new fic new ficccc!
The tone is light, fluffy and casual!
This will also be filled with shameless smut, fluff and angst.
Updates every OTHER week.
Next chapter up on: FEBRUARY 7th!
100yen = roughly 1 USD
500yen = roughly 5 USD
1000yen = roughly 10 USD
Kaiba sent Yami 30,000 JPY, so that would be roughly 270.00 USD
Kk leave a review bbys!
Hugs,
Ugli