Dim office lights, a dull robotic voice, a presentation that left something to be desired, my unwavering attention.
A hand on my thigh.
Ignore it.
Confident eyes staring right through me.
Ignore it.
Fingers moving higher.
Ignore it.
A long tedious meeting, not a move was made as the crowds cleared out.
Just us left.
Hazy eyes and a knowing smirk.
A gentle hand place delicately on my cheek.
"I don't need magic to know what you're thinking, Kaiba-boy."
Stalled breath.
A low chunk of a chuckle, filled with his overwhelming personality.
"I'll give you what you want, but you'll need to do something for me in return."
A hesitant nod.
He wouldn't ask too much of me, I knew this to be true, he never did, he never would. He didn't wish for this arrangement to end, he enjoyed this just as much as I did, if not more.
At my agreement, his smirk would only grow.
He'd press his lips to my own.
With how often an occurrence this was, his hands knew their way around, they were far frpm clumsy, the same could go for his mouth. Always so pleasing, warm and wet, divine. He was deliberate in his actions, practiced, precise, and refined.
It never took him long to make a mess out of me.
Just as it never took me long to reach my climax.
I was inexperienced when it came to loving touches, even if they were only borderline.
I was inexperienced when it came to being touched without malicious intent.
It was to be expected that I wouldn't last long.
Once he was finished with his task, he'd look up to me, a smile present on his wet lips.
"What about me?"
He'd tilt his head.
"What would you ask of me?"
I was still out of it, still taken over by the pleasure which shook me, which had rocked my mind into a malfunctioning state.
I was aware that he would never ask for something I could do easily, that would be no fun for him, and being the childish, an that he was, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he'd do what he could to torture me, so long as he didn't drive me away.
Yet I was aware that no matter what his price, I could not refuse him.
He had already held up his end.
I couldn't go back on my word.
At my words, the smile he wore would only seem to grow.
He would stand and look down at me.
I was aware that I was still a mess, yet he was the one who had made me into this.
"Dinner."
That word would sit in the silent air, undisturbed for many a minute.
Evemtually, I would speak up, my throat dry from the mere thought of what he could be asking.
"Dinner?"
Of all things, I hadn't been expecting this.
Did he plan to talk busineaa? That had to be it, it surely couldn't have been the other option that sat, unrecognised on the metaphorical table.
"Yes, a date. I will pay for everything of course, you need only show up and pretend you wish to be there."
What was he up to? I didn't get it.
"The catch?"
Surely this couldn't be it. This was something I wouldn't face an issue with, this was something I wouldn't have a problem in going through with.
There must have been some catch, something that would make me miserable. That was how he worked.
"Nothing, just dinner."
Hesitantly, I'd nod.