***Well, not exactly in the office, but close enough***
Seto sat at his desk working on his computer, laptop, and phone all at once. His mind was a full China set balanced on the tip of a broom handle. The ideas themselves were delicate and finely crafted, but the placement was tentative, precarious, ready to topple if a single thing went wrong.
"You do realize I've been watching you for three entire minutes, don't you?"
Seto's eyes flicked up at the sound of Ryou's voice. "Do you have a report?"
"It's not due until tomorrow afternoon, you know that."
"Sorry, I don't have time for lunch today."
"You need a break."
"I need to work." Seto went back to his computer to finish finalizing several documents.
He should have known better than to take his eyes off Ryou. He, like his less couth counterpart, was not only stealthy enough to sneak up on Seto when he was busy, but also had a cattish attitude about being ignored. Seto remembered this when Ryou's pants smacked him in the face.
"Please, Ryou."
"Already begging?" Ryou gave him a demure smile as he finished disrobing.
Seto moaned at the sight of Ryou's body. "It's not that I don't want to, but you know how tight time is right now until we finish-"
Ryou was already crouched on his desk, leaning forward, and pressing a finger against Seto's mouth to hush him.
"You're doing that thing where you don't take care of yourself again. You know when you do that I make it my mission to take care of you instead."
Ryou's dexterity wasn't as good as Bakura's. He stood up and almost tripped over the laptop, blushing as he stumbled into Seto's chair and lap. As soon as he settled in, Seto's arms betrayed him and wrapped around Ryou's waist. Seto imagined tea cups crashing down on his marbled office floor.
"Two hours," Ryou whispered. "You'll get more work done after a power nap."
"Fuck," Seto swore, hand reaching out to his desk phone. He pressed the intercom, told his secretary to hold his calls for two hours, and then reached for his cell phone to set an alarm even as Ryou undid his tie.
At least Ryou was considerate of Seto's wardrobe. Last time it had been Bakura and he'd cut the tie with a dagger. Seto lifted Ryou up and pressed him against the glass wall that allowed Seto to stare out at Domino City whenever he had the urge. Ryou worked on Seto's buttons while Seto sucked Ryou's lips until his own burned with the friction. He set Ryou down, grabbing for his belt and struggling out of his pants.
"I think you need some fresh air." Ryou smiled.
"Why don't either of you ever do things simply?" Seto hissed, knowing Ryou had a mind to take him out on the balcony.
"For the XP?" Ryou raised a snowy eyebrow as he answered the question.
Seto eyed the narrow balcony on the other side of the glass, calculating. They were high up, too high up to be seen on the street. No other skyscrapers compared to the Kaiba Corp building. He knew the window washer's schedule and he wouldn't show up until Thursday. The thought of being hammered from behind while the wind tore at his hair made a shiver pull up from Seto's tailbone, all the way up his spine, and straight into his brain.
"Dammit, yes." Seto pushed opened the glass door and walked out into the open air.
The wind was cold. It reminded him of being on the blimp during Battle City. The sun was at the side of the building, present enough to make the sky bright and gorgeous blue- like the eyes of his favorite dragon- but not in their line of vision to where the glare would bother them.
He was still staring at the sky when he felt Ryou grab him and bend him over against the rail. Ryou snaked his fingers into Seto's hair and ran a hand up and down the curve of Seto's ass.
"Nice view, isn't it?"
Seto snickered, knowing what Ryou was actually staring at. The world was small and dizzying below them and Seto did have a good view bent over the railing as he was. Cold, wet fingers slipped inside him without warning and Seto jerked. He was used to prepping, but he wondered where the lube came from. More than once, Seto had found small bottles stashed in odd places in his office: hidden in a pot of ivy, tapped beneath the desk, slipped between the cushions of the leather sofa in his office that Seto used for naps. However, he never imagined they'd have a bottle hidden outside, although he knew better than to underestimate them by this point.
Ryou pulled his hand back. Seto relaxed, waiting for that heart-stopping moment where Ryou slammed inside, but it didn't come. Instead, Ryou leaned over and started kissing the nape of Seto's neck and kneading his shoulders.
Seto sighed. It wasn't what he was expecting, but it was appreciated. He hadn't realized how much tension he was holding in his body until Ryou started working it out one knot at a time. He was quick and efficient, traveling down Seto's back and using Seto's bent over position to massage his thighs and calves as well. Only after Ryou finished another round on the small of Seto's back that Ryou finally slipped inside him.
Seto groaned. He'd lost so much tension from the massage that when Ryou entered him, it'd been quick and easy. Ryou took his time, carefully holding Seto's hips and rocking at an easy, soothing pace. Seto sighed, resting his arms and chin on the railing and enjoying the ebb and pull of Ryou's movements mixed with the intermittent jolts of euphoria that happened each time Ryou teased Seto's prostate with the tip of his cock.
Seto's lids went half mast over his eyes. He watched the world below with calm, passive observation, feeling a bit like a god up on Olympus and indifferent to human concerns while he and Ryou made love high above the bothersome world.
"Seto," Ryou moaned, and the sound of Seto's name made his stomach hitch in pleasure. "Ngh, I can't wait!"
Ryou reached for Seto's cock and started to stroke him. His speed quickened, each thrust pushing deeper than before. Pang after pang of rapture seized Seto's guts as Ryou turned their gentle lovemaking into a free fall towards orgasm. Seto bit his lip, held his breath, feeling himself poised on the edge of bliss, so near, so near, god so near, but not quite yet.
"Seto. Gods. Seto. I'm coming!"
Ryou's screaming was like a summons for Seto to come with him. He gripped the railing and tossed back his head. His eyelashes fluttered, but he could only see a sky that was so damn blue.
Seto slumped forward, thankful for the railing to support him. Ryou trailed kisses up his spine and traced patterns along the curves of Seto's hips.
"I love that your office is essentially a small apartment. We can take a quick shower and lay down on the sofa for an hour."
Seto was grinning. He kept his head down to hide it. "And then you're going to let me get some actual work done?"
"I'd rather curl in your lap and play videogames."
"Bring dinner later and I'll eat with you while I run my final reports." He stood up, looking at Ryou.
Ryou stood on his toes as high as he could, barely reaching Seto's lips for a kiss. "That's a fair compromise."
