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Note: The rating goes up for this chapter, which is the foreplay part of a longer, explicitly sexual chapter, that we've posted at our LJ, and on AO3. We hope you'll read here, then maybe get so curious to see the rest of the scene, that you'll want to go read it immediately. ...At least, we hope that this naughty little bit of Prideshipping action will enliven a few minutes of your time, at the tail end of this holiday weekend. Cheers, everyone.
His first kiss, his actual first kiss, and it was no one else but Kaiba Seto kissing him. Why had he even asked for a kiss in the first place? And why... of all places, of all situations, of all people.. did it have to be a kiss in Kaiba Seto's office, on a dinky sofa. Shouldn't it have been romantic at least? Shouldn't Seto have cupped his face, pressed his lips gently to his? What was all this about? And why was he thinking about it now anyway, going off on such tangents, when he had just been kissed for crying out loud? He was pick-pick-picking again, just like Seto called it.
"More," he said, his confidence boosted now that Seto had kissed him, had showed he was interested, at least. He sat up a little straighter, pressing his own lips to Seto's, his hands immediately on his shoulders. His body wasn't closer to Seto's, but he made the kiss more intimate by touching him with his hands, fingers sliding over strong shoulders. Yami pressed his lips a little harder, enjoying the moment, and enjoying the sensations surging through his body.
More, yes. After that first kiss, Seto wanted more. He wanted a lot more, as if kissing Yami had inflamed his whole body. This was where he belonged, and this was what he was supposed to be doing. The feel of Yami's mouth opening to his was good, the touch of Yami's tongue against his own lips, made total sense. If there was anything wrong, it was that it wasn't enough. Seto was at one end of the sofa, and Yami, well he had been at the other end, but now he was sitting close, his arms around Seto's neck, hands extended to touch his shoulders and his back. "More," he said. "Yes, Yami." And he adjusted his position, angling them so that Yami was against the back of the sofa, and he was leaning in close from the front. He kissed him again, harder, deeper, and more intently this time.
Even though Yami had been the first to move closer and actually touch Seto, initiate the physical contact, it felt natural to him when Seto took over, wrapping his arms around him and changing their position. Due to their height difference, he felt 'covered' by Seto's taller body, and it didn't feel uncomfortable at all, it felt.. safe. This was what it felt like to be protected, he thought, to be taken in someone's arms and feel safe. Was this how Yuugi had felt when he had looked to him for protection? He'd been behind his aibou all the time, looking out for him, offering it whenever Yuugi needed it. Now, today, he was the one being protected.
"Move," Seto said, and he moved himself, so that Yami could stretch out, and he could stretch out on top of him. The sofa was more than long enough, not that he cared right now. He wouldn't have minded if his legs were hanging over the edge, or if they were lying on the floor for that matter, as long as he could get at all of Yami. His hands slid down Yami's back to his waist, then below it, inside his pants to touch the skin of his ass. That was awkward, his belt too tight to allow both hands to fit (part of the adjustments that had been made when the suit was cut down to fit him, probably), and Seto brought one hand out as quick as he'd put it in, then fumbled at the belt, undoing it, then undoing the waistband of the pants as well. Then he slid both hands back inside. He cupped Yami's ass, his fingers kneading a little, pressing Yami's body closer to his, as close as he could get it. Gods, this felt good. He'd never thought anything could feel this good.
"More." He wasn't telling it to Yami, or to himself really. He was just commenting. And as he said it, his own hands went into action getting the 'more': He unbuttoned his own shirt, his hands urgent, rough enough that at least one button popped loose and went rolling away on the floor, and pulled it off with hurried motions, throwing it onto the floor next to the couch. He leaned close to Yami, his mouth finding Yami's and taking it again as if he owned it. This time instead of just sliding his hands back under his pants though, he pushed at the pants, sliding them down, baring Yami's ass and upper legs.
This was the first thing that had worked smoothly all evening, the first thing where he and Yami were totally working at the same pace, and for the same objective. There was no argument now, no questioning each other. There were no moments when one of them wanted one thing, and the other wanted something else. Seto knew what he wanted. He wanted his mouth against Yami's, and his bare skin against his. He wanted to touch him in places he'd never touched someone before. And Yami wanted all that too, didn't he? He wanted this completely, just like Seto did.
Now the only clothes left between them, were Seto's pants, and they were only there because he hadn't gotten to them to take them off yet. When he felt Yami's hands tugging at his belt, he put his own hands there too. Even though two pairs of hands made it harder, not easier to undo a belt, he didn't slap Yami's hands away, just kind of smiled, and even stroked one of his hands a little (which felt good but weird). Anyway, they got the belt undone finally, and the pants as well. Then Seto slid the pants off and dropped them to the floor as well. Now both their bodies were all the way down. He could feel Yami's warm flesh under him ...He could feel Yami's hardness pressed against his stomach; he could feel his own, sliding between Yami's legs.
Yami kept whispering his name, and the impulse went through him to whisper Yami's in response. That felt strange though. It felt unnatural, like he was breaking some kind of important silence. Instead, he found Yami's mouth again and kissed him, hard, deep, keeping both of them silent.
This was all perfectly new to Seto, and all perfectly exciting, the kissing and the cuddling, just as much as what was going to come next. - Did he really understand what was going to come next? He knew about the mechanics sure, and he'd seen some pictures, but no, as far as really having any sense at all of what was coming up went, he didn't have a clue. Maybe that's why he was getting so much enjoyment out of the stuff that led up to it. He could probably have been perfectly happy just with the lead-up stuff, actually. He liked kissing Yami. He liked having the freedom to touch him all over. He especially liked the way it felt to hold onto his ass, so their bodies pressed close together, and he could feel his own hardness rubbing Yami's body, while Yami's hardness rubbed against him.
He and Yami were still belly-to-belly, just keeping their bodies far enough apart that they could touch each other. And Yami wasn't angling his head backward to kiss him any more (which was kind of a relief, because he'd had to angle his own head a lot, the other way, to keep their mouths together), now his mouth was against his throat, his neck, and his chest. Seto, for his part, buried his face in Yami's hair. He hugged him tight with his free arm, and buried his face, breathing Yami's scent, that was partly normal Domino City schoolboy, partly something a little spicier, a little bit exotic. He let himself get lost in the feel of what was happening, the way his hand naturally mimicked what Yuugi's was doing, so that it felt like it was his own touches that were making him feel so excited, the way Yami's mouth against his chest added to the feeling.
They were going to fuck; the thought came into his head as an inevitability.
Once he thought about fucking Yami, the idea wouldn't leave his head. It was an exciting idea, and it gave the prospect of pleasure like he had never felt before. He didn't want to give it up. But there was the problem of logistics. What was involved with fucking someone ...with fucking another man? It wasn't easy, right? And didn't it hurt if you didn't do it right? From what he'd heard, if it hurt for someone, it would be for Yami, not him. And don't ask why he should care all of a sudden about whether or not something hurt his longtime rival, a guy who'd been pissing him off ever since he'd met him, but he did care.
"I want to fuck you, Yami," Seto murmured.
"I suppose you've been fucked before?" he said. "You know what it feels like?" No, it wasn't an endearment, or a declaration that he didn't want to hurt Yami, he wanted it to be good for both of them. But in a way it was ...it was the kind of declaration that a person makes when they can't stand admitting that they're every anything but totally right, and totally in control. "I haven't got any lube," Seto said.
Seto's brusque talking about fucking wasn't endearing, but it was exciting. Yami had never used a crude word in his life before, let alone a sexual one, let alone using one in a situation like this. It sent shivers down his spine, the realization that dirty words were almost like music to his ears, and spoken with the confidence like only Seto Kaiba could muster... and Yami was slightly embarrassed for a moment, not about hearing how Seto was going to fuck him - and Gods, he wanted that to happen! - but if he claimed to have... ah, been fucked before, Seto would immediately notice, because it simply wasn't the truth. He had never been or done any fucking, and it would be completely embarrassing if he told Seto that no, he didn't have any experience? Maybe the CEO would throw him off of the sofa after all, laughing at him. But Yami had never told a lie before. And besides, he knew that if he didn't tell the truth now either, it was going to cause much more embarrassment.
He nuzzled Seto closer, but didn't look him in the eyes when he finally answered. "I haven't," he said, mumbling against Seto's skin. Loud enough for the other to hear, but soft enough to not shout it through the office. "I don't know how it feels yet," Yami continued, waiting for Seto to throw him off of the couch, or mock him for his inexperience. As if he wanted to prevent it, he tightened his grip on him. "But I want you," he almost pleaded, "I want to feel you inside me. Is there anything else here that you can use? A little lotion? What do you want me to do, I'll do anything..."
