***At some point in every cat owner's life, they have eaten an entire meal with their plate held up over their head.***
I stared down at Ryou and licked my lips. He was too beautiful, and I was too pent up from before Marik interrupted us. I was still exhausted, but at this point, there was no way we were going to get a good nap in before they got back with dinner, and 20 minutes of sleeping would just make us both more groggy than we already were. I figured if we were going to be exhausted, might as well earn it.
Our wrestling had revealed the bottle of lube hiding in the sheets from last night. I grabbed it with my free hand and saturated Ryou's cock, stroking it until it was good and hard. I had to let go of his wrists in order to crouch over him and stuff my fingers up my ass. I didn't bother with much prepping, just enough to get ready. I held Ryou's cock up like a pole and then impaled myself. The rush was like free falling, my guts tingled and my cock already ached to be touched. Ryou moaned as I slid down his shaft and grabbed my outer thighs.
I bent down, keeping myself fully sheathed, but not yet moving. I rolled my tongue along his chest, flicking at his nipples and nibbling up to his collarbone. Ryou slid his hands up my back, nails digging near my shoulders, his favorite spot to pierce when he got carried away in bed. I shifted forward and backward, only enough to tease. Ryou slammed his eyes shut and held his breath to keep from moaning.
I licked up his throat and then nibbled at his earlobe, whispering, "Where are my screams of ecstasy? No one's around to hear you, so stop being polite."
"Fuck, Kek! Faster!" Ryou shouted at the ceiling, his face glowing the color of cherry blossoms.
I stayed hunched over his chest so I could kiss him, but I circled my hips a little faster. Ryou moaned into each kiss, nails still biting against my scars. I love how he never treated them like they were special. He always grabbed, and smacked, and scratched my back during sex like it was any other part of me. Marik would need delicacy, the tight skin and constant ache always bothered him, but I didn't give a fuck, and as Ryou scored his nails down the rest of my back, I had to break our kiss to scream in pleasure myself.
I sat up, changing the angle of Ryou's cock inside me and making myself shudder. There was no teasing anymore, just me bouncing up and down, using my core to pull up and slam down and my pelvic floor muscles to clench my asshole around Ryou's cock and make him scream even louder.
"Ryou," I moaned, losing myself to my own rhythm and pleasure.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kek! Oh fuck!"
I wanted to drag things out a little longer, but if Bakura and Marik walked through the door and interrupted us again, I swear to Min I wouldn't stop riding Ryou until we finished. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Besides, it was nothing Bakura hadn't seen before, and no matter how many times Marik had tried to stare in any other direction, I noticed his stare always dragged right back to the sight of us.
Ryou grabbed my cock and my thoughts unravelled as the primal drive of fucking seized both my body and mind. I reached back behind me and cupped Ryou's balls, rolling them in my hand as he continued to curse and stroke my cock.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Kek, you're making me cum!"
His voice was too sweet as he screamed the words. I watched his face twist in orgasm and waited until he sighed in relief before I stopped fondling him and focused on fucking into his clenched fist. He was still hard and inside me, so I used the last moment of his erection to rock and moan and allow everything to sweep me up until my own orgasm embraced me.
I wrapped Ryou in my arms afterward and held him like the world would end if I let go. Nuzzling his soft white hair, I sighed, and kissed the side of his head.
"I love you so much," I whispered, loopy from sleep-deprivation and orgasm.
"Love you too." Ryou smile, eyes closed and breathing slowing as he hung on the edge of being awake and asleep.
The door opened and shut, and we could hear bickering. I forced my tired eyes opened, trying to decide if I should pass out and eat the burger cold, or get up for hot food.
"Milkshake." Ryou grinned, his eyes still closed.
"You going to get up?"
"I don't want it to melt." Ryou kissed me, but then his face was against my chest like he was going to fall asleep. I laid there and stroked his hair instead of getting up myself.
"Oi, oi!" Bakura's voice echoed down the hallway. He appeared in the same spot Marik had stood before, only there was no trace of shyness in his face as he gave us both a lurid, approving stare. "Marik has sent me as emissary to fetch you both for dinner."
"What if we want breakfast in bed?" Ryou popped up high enough so that my body didn't muffle his voice.
"Yeah." I smirked, understanding Ryou's game. "Have Marik bring the food to us."
"Are you kidding? He's still blushing from earlier."
They heard Marik screaming, I am not from the living room and all of them laughed. I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted back.
"I don't see why you're so shy! We literally shared your body for six years!"
"We didn't share anything!" Marik was at the end of the hallway now. I could barely catch sight of half of him from my in-bed view point. "We fought over my body!"
"It sounds so much more passionate when you say it like that!" I chuckled as I grabbed my sweatpants off of the floor and jumped into them. "Where's my burger?"
"I gave it to Bakura!" Marik shouted.
"And I ate it. Ryou's milkshake was dessert." Bakura winked and disappeared.
"Don't you dare touch my milkshake!" Ryou jumped up and dashed for the door before remembering he was naked and wrapping himself in his yukata.
We washed up in the sink really quick and then found Marik and Bakura in the kitchen. Our food was already set out on paper plates, and I started laughing.
"What?" Marik asked.
"What the fuck, Bakura?" I stared at him. "Since when have we ever eaten takeout in the kitchen? Since the first day we've been back, burgers are for the living room floor while we game."
Bakura shrugged, taking a huge bite of his burger to avoid the conversation.
"You just sat down at the table like a bitch because Marik brought the food in here, didn't you?"
"Fuck you," Bakura grumbled with a full mouth.
"Okay, but you'll have to top because I'm a little tired." I sat at his other side, leaning back in my chair and winking at Marik, who looked quite flustered again.
"Is that all you ever think about?" Marik stared at his food.
"Actually, protein and workouts are usually what he thinks about." Ryou sat down in the last chair. He grabbed a chicken strip and gave it an unimpressed look before taking a bite because he knew if he didn't eat one before his milkshake I would yank the cup from his hand.
I was nowhere near done taunting either Marik or Bakura, but sharp little pricks attacked my shin and then crawled up to my thigh.
"Fuck!" I growled, looking down and seeing Hamyaa crawling into my lap. He used me as a platform to peak over the tabletop, wanting to lick my burger. I snatched him and placed him back onto the floor. "Kitty, get down!"
"It's hard to take you seriously when you just called that cat, 'kitty,'" Bakura laughed.
Hamyaa, please go away, I'm trying to be aggravating and seductive both at once and you're ruining my bad boy style.
But Hamyaa had no intentions of going anywhere but right back up my pant leg. By the third attempt, I just held him with one arm and pinched off a taste of my burger, hoping it would make him behave.
"Kek, don't do that. You'll teach him that he can get away with it."
I took a bite myself before giving the orange kitten another taste. "But look at him? What am I supposed to do?"
"Put it in his dish, at least."
So I carried him to his food bowl, dropping a bit of burger into it and then going back to eat myself. He sniffed at the food, and then raced back to my leg, climbing up the fabric and my skin.
"Ouch, you little asshole!" I grabbed him and feed him by hand again, shooting a so much for your idea look at Ryou. He parried with his own glance that said you'll still regret this later, but I ignored that look and shared my food anyway. It worked really well until Bakura and Marik's kitten decided to climb up my legs as well.
"Hey, deal with your cats. I don't have enough hands to feed them all."
"No." Matik smirked at me.
Bakura took a bite and lured his kitten over to him. He dropped the morsel on the floor near his feet and his kitten ate it. She cleaned her whiskers and licked her lips afterward, content to curl up beside Bakura's feet instead of demanding more.
"Why can't you be good like that?" I stared at Hamyaa and pointed to the black and white kitten.
Hamyaa responded by batting at Marik's kitten. I scooped Hamyaa up with both hands and set him on top of my head. The spikes of hair created a little nest and he actually settled down after that. I was able to eat after that, holding my food with my hands while using my elbow to keep Marik's kitten away from the table. Of course Ryou had his cell phone out so he could film the entire thing.
"Send that one to me." Marik grinned.
"Okay, any other ones you want?"
"Anything embarrassing, of course." Marik grinned.
"Ryou, don't you dare." Bakura narrowed his brows.
"I'm sorry, Bakura, but you've been too tame since Marik came back. I'm going to have to start causing trouble in your place, otherwise Ma'at will fall apart."
"I am not tame!"
"Oh? So you're actually nice and you've been holding back on us this whole time?" Ryou raised an eyebrow.
Of course Ryou was teasing, but I think the statement was more true than Bakura wanted to admit. Bakura was amiable enough, more sarcastic than wicked, once he had half a chance to be himself.
"Fuck you, Ryou!"
"Okay, but you're to have to top because I'm a little tired-"
"Kek already made that joke!"
"I'm aware." Ryou grabbed his milkshake and sucked at his straw. The way he looked at Bakura said that he wasn't joking, he was challenging Bakura, but I knew Bakura wasn't going to do a damn thing because he didn't want to upset Marik.
Marik, on the other hand, sat and listened to the banter with the same kind of look on his face Hamyaa had when he wanted my burger. I'm pretty sure he wished Bakura would accept Ryou's challenge, but Bakura was too busy thinking about how he shouldn't do it to notice that maybe he actually should-
I paused in my own thoughts, thinking about my first few days alive, suddenly sure this was a similar situation. Back then Ryou and I pined for each other, and only Bakura had enough sense to notice it and tie it all together, but now Bakura was as worried about offending Marik as I had been with Ryou. It made me wonder what Marik would do if I kissed him?
No, not him, I realized. He'd probably slap me because it'd be too sudden and his reaction was always to panic whenever something sudden happened to his body (fuck our childhoods). Maybe I should kiss Bakura? Marik was unconsciously teasing his bottom lip with the end of his straw, as if he had kissing on his mind. I wished I hadn't sat beside Bakura because that meant he and Ryou were across from each other instead of beside each other. I'm pretty sure if they kissed, Marik would feel the same thrill deep in his belly and happy swelling in his chest that I always felt when I watched them kiss.
I brushed Marik's kitten off of my lap, wanting to pull Ryou on top of me instead. I was sure this would work. It was a crazy plan, but it would work. However, Hamyaa took that opportunity to put his own plan into action. He dive bombed from my head onto the table, stole Ryou's last chicken strip, and leapt down with the other two kittens racing after him.
"You fucking asshole!" I jumped to my feet and chased after them.
It was no good, all four kittens hid under the sofa, taking turns nipping at their stolen treasure. I could have moved the whole couch, but… I didn't really care. Actually, I giggled as I watched the way they all fought over and shared the food both at once. It was really cute. I was more upset at Hamyaa for ruining the mood- and he had ruined the mood. Before I could get back into the kitchen, the others came into the living room to watch Pokémon, and all the spicy, fumbling tension between Bakura and Ryou had been disbursed by awww aren't the kittens cute conversation. Damn it! I'm sure there'd be plenty of opportunities in the next few days, but I was still pissed that I hadn't had a chance to test my theory.