Seto decides to make his own bit of justice.
There's smut in here.
-BB
"Mokuba! Hello Darling! Wonderful to see you." Said Flynn with a bright smile to the younger Kaiba brother as he walked in, giving Roland a wave as the suit departed.
Mokuba returned it, offering his hand out for hers. "Good to see you again, Dr. Howards." Flynn wrapped it in hers and shook.
"How was Aspen?" She asked, leading them back towards the kitchen.
"Ah! It was great! Have you been?"
"I have not, but I would absolutely love to. Tell me all about it, I'll plan my trip."
They stepped into the kitchen where everyone was congregated around the island, wine had been poured, and a few had glasses. Including, much to Mokuba's delight, his brother. He was even smiling at a boy in the seat next to him that was just rattling off the design of his lego space ship, brick by brick by the sounds of it. "The little one is Tito, and the older gentleman is My father, Professor Howards, our chef for this evening."
Mike turned at his name, and smiled, giving a wave of his spatula, this one metal, and the pan cast iron, a perfectly round burger in the middle cooking evenly.
"And of course you know Ryou… And this one, he's yours right?" The woman ran a hand over the blue eyed man's shoulders, finally taking his gaze off the child to look at her, then at his brother. He blinked.
"Oh, hey. When did you get here?"
Mokuba smiled and moved to sit alongside his brother. "Just now. Having fun Nii-san?"
The brunet smirked and picked up his glass. "The wine helps."
"Speaking of, what can I get you darling? We have tea drawn up if you'd rather." Said Flynn, pulling her glass from in front of Mokuba.
"I would love wine, but I have an early start tomorrow. So do you, Seto."
The brunet nodded, he knew. There was a 7 AM Board Meeting scheduled for them both. He was hoping the wine would help him sleep in his own bed. He was tired. Socializing, moving various pieces of furniture to the green eyed woman's liking, the sex.
That part was fine. He could accept that. He hadn't had her today though, there really hadn't been space for it. Bakura and Ryou had arrived early. They floated between all the rooms too, after building Tito's bed they'd finished Flynn's.
The fact that Bakura had to manhandle the mattress covered in their cum-stained sheets pleased Kaiba way more than he'd like to admit.
After that, Ryou had taken Tito for a nap, and Kaiba had lost track of Bakura. Never a good thing, but the brunet didn't dwell on it. He just tried to keep up with Flynn's demands. Before he'd known it, the day was gone, along with his chances of having her once more. His length stirred in his jeans and he shifted his feet up a rung on the barstool to smother it.
Mokuba had started in a catch up dialogue with Ryou, and Flynn was helping her father with the food. Kaiba looked back to Tito, to see the boy fiddling with his ship.
"I'm very sorry Tito, I got distracted. Where were we? The boosters, right?" The boy's face lit up and he picked right back up where he'd left off, rattling off different components.
The burgers were great. Though Flynn admitted she'd like to expand the island by the end of it. She and her father had been left standing, though neither complained. "You could add a pan wrack up there. Add some lights." Said Mike with a gesture above them.
"I want to put wine glasses up there." Said Flynn.
"Why on earth would you put the most fragile thing in the kitchen suspended in the middle of the room?" Asked the father.
"So I can grab them easier, obviously. I want some nice brandy glasses too. So. Just think about that." Said the woman with a pointed look to the bearded man.
"Would you like a nice set? I have a set of your grandfathers at home. I have a lot of things at home. Would you like them?"
"Just because I cleared out the basement, doesn't mean I want the attic too…. yes I want them. Whose were they? I don't remember any grandfathers."
Mike smiled. "They were your mother's father. He died well before you were born, we've had them for ages, but everyone has better taste than Brandy."
"Oi."
(~~~~~~~~~~~)
After dinner, the brunet patted himself down, and looked to Flynn.
"I don't have my wallet."
"I didn't see any gold bars floating around down here, would you like me to help you look upstairs?" She asked.
He nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "It has to be in your room."
"Well let's go darling, we'll see about finding it and getting you off home." She followed complacently up the stairs. The second they hit her room, his hands grabbed for her, and she giggled as their lips met.
"I thought that sounded suspiciously like an excuse to get me alone."
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked her, his hands moving to her soft backside and squeezing.
"By the Gods, don't you dare." She murmured.
His mouth found the flesh of her neck, and hers worked at the belt around his waist. He groaned when she found his flesh. His length jumped to fill her palm.
Several long strokes and she released him to bury her hands in his hair and kiss him breathless.
"We need to be quick. They'll get smart." She teased, giving him a push toward the now complete bed.
"I don't care." He replied thickly, yanking his clothes off and looking to her in clear expectation. She curled her lips in a smirk and tugged off her choice pair of yoga pants.
He dropped to the bed, his cock hard against his belly.
"Come here."
"Oh, I like it when you're bossy with me." She giggled, turning into a laugh as he grabbed her and yanked her over him. Want Want Want. He wanted her so bad it hurt.
His eyes greedily took her in, curved body, heavy breasts with nipples darkening in arousal, those lovely hips, thick thighs.
The brunet's hands found her once more, positioning her to sit on his stomach with her knees spread.
He saw how wet she was for him. Kisses and a few touches, and she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Pressed for time or not, he wanted her release first.
"That's the face of a man who's not sure if he wants me to ride his face or his cock." Purred Flynn.
He smirked at her. She was right. "Why not both? Get up here."
Her pupils dilated so quick it swallowed the green of her iris.
She crawled up and placed her knees on either side of his shoulders. His hands came to help, and before he knew it, so had his tongue. She moaned softly, her back arching. He played with her holes, his tongue laving attention to the small pearl above her opening. Sinking in one finger, then two, only to pull them out to brush the entrance to her anus.
Her breath was picking up, she was whimpering his name to herself as she bucked her body against his mouth.
She came when he sank his long middle finger inside that tight pucker. A shudder passed through her, and he felt the flesh around his finger clench. His cock throbbed in sympathy. Out of breath, she shimmied down to find his lips with hers.
"I like it when you taste like me." She breathed.
"I like tasting you." He told her.
"Let me ride you."
"Please." He breathed, his voice dropping to a breathless groan when she sank down on him.
His hands squeezed her hips as he lurched up, burying himself to the hilt. She gave a squeal of delight, her head rocking back to let that thick black hair fall behind her. He grabbed her knees, placed her feet to the bed and urged her back to use his knees as ballast. He could see everything now. She was open for him.
His cock shined with her arousal as she lifted herself and dropped down. A hard moan left her, and color painted her cheeks as she looked to the door. Kaiba chuckled.
"Does that feel good, Koibito?"
"Fuck yes." She groaned, doing it again. "You feel amazing this way." She rolled her hips and a rhythm was found.
He liked watching her. Her soft body rippling with her movements, her swinging breasts a lure towards that beautiful face, pulled back in pleasure as she rode him.
His eyes slipped passed her, and for a long moment he wasn't sure what he saw, before his vision settled on the angry stare of Bakura, crouched in the closet and watching. Blue eyes immediately snapped to his partner, but she was oblivious. A smirk curled Kaiba's lips as he found the spirit's gaze once more.
See her. See how she moans for me. Like she didn't do for you. See how beautiful she is lost in pleasure. Pleasure I give her.
Seto felt her bucks turn frantic, and found her again with his eyes.
"Are you going to cum for me, Koi?" He asked her.
"Yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. I'm so close, Seto." She whined.
He threw himself in her, rolling his hips into a hard pace that outmatched hers. The fingers on his knees locked down and her body tensed. The squeeze of her body around him almost felt as good as knowing the Thief was watching.
Kaiba tugged her body to his front and spread his legs for better leverage. He pumped himself into her, feeling her wetness drip down his shaft.
See it Thief. See what I do to her.
Sharp, deep rolls of his hips drove his length deep, hard and fast, wanting completion, his aching balls begging for it.
Her lips played with the shell of his ear, his hands spread her cheeks apart to better dive between them.
"I want you to cum, Seto." She whispered.
"I'm going too." He told her, his eyes finally falling shut to the sweep of pleasure at her voice.
"Yes you are. You're going to leave me aching and dripping. Aren't you, love? You like that."
A snarled curse left him. Her wicked tongue would end him this time.
He would leave her drowning in his seed. He hadn't been aware of this particular kink within himself, but it was quickly gaining favor. He loved filling her.
See that Thief? See how she wanted him to empty himself inside? How she asked so sweetly?
A sharp cry left his throat, and his length pulsed as his climax washed over. Thick, sharp twitches that spent himself inside, his hips lifting to press himself as deep as he possibly could with each wave.
He felt a hot trail leak down, following the crease of his balls before sinking to the bed. It was so satisfying. A pleased sigh left him as he buried his nose in her hair, finding the Thief once more with his gaze. Smug, and pleased with himself.
Look at her. Look at what I do for her, Thief. You won't steal her again.