[ Warning: Mild Yaoi]
"Bakura!" Honda called, opening the door and entering the apartment. "I got you a present!"
Bakura smiled, getting up to kiss the taller boy. "You're going to spoil me, Honda-kun," he laughed lightly.
"Not with this one," Honda assured. "I'm spoiling me today." He gave Bakura a kiss and handed him a box. "Go try it on!"
"Eh?" Bakura blinked down at the box. "Hot Topic...?" he read, eyes widening slightly. "Honda-kun, you didn't..." He opened the box and went bright red.
"Go try it on!" Honda encouraged.
Bakura looked up at the taller boy. "Lock the door first?" he requested softly.
With a grin, Honda did so, then sat to wait for Bakura.
A few minutes later the boy emerged, face still quiet red. He was clad completely in tight black leather, with a pair of cat ears peeking out from under his hair.
Honda smiled. "Ryou-neko," he laughed. "Come here and I'll scratch behind your ears and rub your stomach."
With an embarrassed smile, Bakura walked over, the leather squeaking slightly. "I feel so silly," he confessed, looking down, hands clasped.
"You don't look silly, though," Honda said, pulling the boy into his lap. "You look very sexy."
"So--sou...?" Bakura blushed.
"It's too bad it's too soon for taking it off you," Honda said with a sigh. "But I'm sure I can find other ways to amuse us."
Bakura's blush deepened slightly and he played with his gloved hands. "You're sure the door's locked...?" he asked in a small voice.
Honda nodded, running his hands lightly up and down Bakura's sides. "You think I want anyone coming in now?" he asked, leaning his forehead on Bakura's. "This is my treat."
Bakura gave a soft sigh, melting at the touch. "I can see why Yuugi-kun always wears something over his leather," he said with a small smile. "I keep feeling like I should be wearing a sweater over this..."
"That's because you wear too many clothes," Honda retorted, leaning closer to smell the scent of Bakura and leather. "You are very sexy."
The pale haired boy blushed again. "Arigatou..." he near whispered with a smile. "But I don't wear too many clothes," he countered.
"You do," Honda responded with a smile.
"Mou," Bakura sighed with an exasperated smile. "You'd only say I wasn't wearing too much if I was naked."
Honda smiled at the mental image and licked his lips.
Bakura's blush returned. "Mou, hentai no Honda-kun...."
"Ee," Honda agreed with a nod. "But with you here, it's hard not to be." He nuzzled against Bakura's chest.
Bakura gave a small sound, eyes fluttering at the contact.
Honda smiled at him. "Still think you should be wearing something over this?"
Bakura blushed slightly and gave a small nod.
"I'll have to work harder then," Honda said with a grin, suiting actions to words as his hands slid over the leather to find sensitive areas on Bakura and kissing his neck.
Bakura melted against the taller boy, body reacting. "You don't need to work hard!" he protested. "That's half the reason I want my sweater..."
"Why?"
Bakura buried his face in the crook of Honda's neck. "I'm not used to feeling this much..." he said softly. "It's like being naked but still more sensitive..."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"N-no..." Bakura admitted. "Demo..."
"Demo?" Honda prompted.
Bakura blushed again, not wanting to answer.
Honda glanced down and grinned. "Ah hah!" he said, shifting Bakura in his lap so that his leg pressed against the other boy's crotch.
Bakura's blush deepened as he gave a small gasp. "Honda-kun..." he near whimpered, burying his face against the taller boy.
Honda stopped teasing and hugged Bakura tightly. "If you really want me to stop, I will...."
"Uun," Bakura shook his head. "I just... I've never...."
"Neither have I," Honda admitted. "But I think I might like to. With you."
Bakura gave a soft smile, tracing a leather covered finger across Honda's chest. "Boku mo, demo...."
"Demo?"
"I guess I'm just still afraid..." the pale haired boy said softly. "I'm not even sure of what anymore," he admitted. "I just... I don't want it to go wrong...."
"As long as you love me and I love you - which I very much do - nothing will go wrong."
Bakura melted, smiling contentedly. "Honda-kun..." he said softly, snuggling against the taller boy.
"But we don't have to do that. This is nice enough."
"Un," Bakura agreed. "Demo... when you tease...." He looked down slightly. "I-- I don't want to take a cold shower, I-- I want..."
Honda let his hand drift down to Bakura's lap. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly.
The boy's breath caught and he gave a small nod, face red.
Honda stroked Bakura lightly, kissing his neck as he did.
Bakura gave a soft whimper, near clinging to the taller boy. "Honda-kun...."
"Shh," Honda whispered. "It's ok...."
Bakura gave a soft moan, face flushed as Honda continued. He tensed, giving a muted cry as he came, relaxing against the taller boy.
"As you're suddenly much less of a virgin than I am," Honda teased gently, hugging Bakura tightly.
The pale haired boy gave a small embarrassed smile. "Gomen..."
"What are you sorry about?"
"I-- I don't know," the boy admitted, blushing slightly. "I think I ruined your gift though...." he said, looking down.
"It can be washed," Honda assured. "Let's get you out of it before you stick."
Bakura nodded, awkwardly getting to his feet and heading for the bathroom.
"Maybe you can do that in your room? I need the bathroom...."
"Eh? AH!" Bakura exclaimed in realization. "Gomen yo, Honda-kun," he grimaced. "Did-- did you want....?" he asked timidly.
"No, no," Honda said, waving his hands. "You go get out of that before it sticks. I'm just going to go use the bathroom. That's all."
Bakura nodded, vanishing into his room.
Honda went into the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet, giving a long sigh when he was done. Bakura was so sexy... and the fact that he didn't realize it made him more so. And Honda wasn't going to force him into anything he didn't want to do. He looked at the toilet. "I think we're going to get very well acquainted," he sighed.
"You know," Honda said, turning the TV off, "We spend far too much time watching TV. Let's go do something!"
"Eh?" Bakura blinked, looking up. "Like what?"
"I don't know. We'll find out when we get there!"
Bakura blinked again, then gave a small smile. "Like a date then?" he teased lightly.
Honda smiled. "Sure. Like a date."
"Honda-kun...?" Bakura smiled impishly, pointing to a store. "Shall we?"
"Why?" Honda asked, looking at the merchandise in the window.
"You got me in a costume, it's only fair I return the favour," Bakura smiled innocently.
Honda laughed. "All right, koi, I'll let you dress me up."
With a large smile, the pale haired boy led his boyfriend into the shop. "Hmmm... which first..." he pondered. "Ah! Kore!" He pulled out a medieval swordsman's outfit. "For my Hiro," he joked.
"Bakura," Honda groaned. "That's a horrible pun!"
"You must be rubbing off on me," The boy smiled innocently.
"Temee!" Honda said, pressing his face close to Bakura's. "I don't make bad puns."
Bakura laughed softly. "Go try it on," he said, gently pushing the taller boy towards the changing room.
"Hai, hai." Honda marched to the fitting room with the costume. A few minutes later, he bounded out of it and struck a dramatic pose. "Never fear! I'll save you from the evil Inquisition!"
Bakura hid his laugh behind his hand. "Mou, Baka Honda-kun," he smiled. "This one next." He handed the boy a black outfit with a mask and cape.
Honda laughed again and returned to the dressing room. He came out, flinging the cape dramatically behind himself. "They call me Ano Kitsune, and my horse is Tatsumaki! Now, fair Ryou-neko. I will save you from the evil principal who holds you in thrall!" He swept Bakura off his feet.
The boy gave an almost feminine squeek. "Honda-kuuun!" he laughed. "Dame yo!"
"What? You don't want to be rescued? Fine." He made like he was going to drop Bakura, then put him carefully on his feet and stalked back toward the changing room.
"Mou, Honda-kun!" Bakura smiled, grabbing hold of the taller boy's hand. "I'm not done with you yet," he smiled.
"Tanoshikatta," Bakura smiled happily as they left the store. "Thought I'm much more fond of your real chest then the muscle shirt."
"I have enough muscles without it," Honda declared, holding Bakura's hand and swinging their arms as they walked.
"Un," Bakura agreed. "Any more and I'd fear for my health when you jump on me."
"Hey! I don't hurt you!" Honda protested. "I'm more careful than that!"
"I know," Bakura smiled. "My Honda-kun would never hurt me," he said softly, squeezing the taller boy's hand.
Honda grinned like an idiot.
It was dark when the pair finally headed back to Bakura's apartment. "Honto ni tanoshikatta," the pale haired boy smiled happily.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Honda teased. "You didn't even notice when I fell asleep in the museum."
"Eh? You did?!" Bakura exclaimed, horrified. "Gomen nasai!"
Honda laughed. "Not really, but I could have and you never would have noticed." He tapped Bakura's nose.
"Gomen..." the boy said in a near pathetic voice. "I'm just like Tousan that way, we both can go on for hours about the past and history and his finds," he smiled slightly.
Honda leaned down and kissed Bakura. "Daijoubu! I was only teasing you!"
Bakura smiled softly. "You should tell me when I'm boring you next time though."
"You were enjoying yourself. I do have a heart, Bakura."
"I just don't want to bore you, that's all," Bakura smiled as they reached the apartment. "Like when Jounouchi-kun goes on for hours about his dueling."
"But you care more than he does."
"About dead things from civilizations long gone," Bakura countered, unlocking the door.
"Which have more importance that Duel Monsters," Honda countered in return, opening the door and pulling Bakura inside. He shut the door, then pinned Bakura to it. "That was fun, but there are fun things to do in here too."
The pale haired boy smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement run through him. "And what if I don't want to?" he teased, eyes sparkling.
"Well, I'll just have to see what I can do to change your mind," Honda purred in a low voice, leaning close.
"You'll have to capture me first," Bakura countered before nimbly twisted free and darting around the boy into the living room with a laugh.
"Temee!" Honda laughed, following him.
"You're too slow, Honda-kun!" Bakura teased, ducking into the game room.
"I'll show you too slow!" Honda returned, upping his speed and shutting the door to the game room behind him. "I have you trapped now!"
"Sou naa!" Bakura exclaimed in mock distress, pretending to cower in the cover, smiling impishly.
Honda stalked slowly over to him and pulled him close. "I have you now."
"Sou?" Bakura smiled. Reaching up, he kissed Honda deeply, hands wandering up his sides briefly before he pulled out of his grasp and dashed for the exit with a laugh, blowing a kiss over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him, holding it tightly shut.
"Temee!" Honda shouted again, yanking hard on the door with his superior strength. He scrambled over the furniture to reach the next door before Bakura and threw the smaller boy over his shoulder.
Bakura gave a squeak, pretending to struggle in Honda's grip as he half clung to the boy's shirt. "Hidoi yo!" he laughed.
"Hai, hai." Honda entered Bakura's bedroom and locked the door behind him. "Mwa ha HA!" He flopped Bakura down on the bed and straddled him.
"Eeek!" Bakura gasped with a smile. "I can still fight back!" he declared, reaching up to attack Honda's sides.
Honda started laughing, but managed to pin Bakura's hands to the bed. "You've been bad," he said, unable to keep the smile off his face as he looked down at his captured boyfriend. "What should I do to punish you?"
Bakura lifted himself up slightly to attack Honda's lips with a kiss.
Honda returned the kiss, slowly lowering himself to be lying on top of Bakura.
The pale haired boy parted his lips slightly in invitation, melting against the taller boy happily.
Honda's hands ran down Bakura's arms and sides as he attacked the smaller boy's mouth, exploring it slowly.
Bakura made small appreciative sounds, wrapping his arms around his lover.
As they lay there kissing, Honda felt himself go hard. He pulled away quickly, hoping Bakura hadn't noticed.
"Honda-kun...?" Bakura blinked. "Daijoubu...?" he asked, voice slightly worried as he reached out for the boy.
Honda pulled Bakura to his side, stroking his head. "Daijoubu, Ryou-neko. I think you just took my breath away. I felt faint." He smiled.
"Gomen..." Bakura near pouted, curling against the taller boy as he traced lines across his chest.
Honda shuddered slightly. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be able to do that again."
"But I don't want to wait a few minutes," Bakura pouted slightly, continuing to play with Honda's chest.
Honda caught Bakura's hand. "I-- I think we need to wait a few minutes. I mean, after all..." He took a deep breath and stood, turning toward the door. "I have to use the bathroom. You wouldn't want me to have to do that while we're kissing, right?"
"Honda-kun...." Bakura sat up, looking at the taller boy. "You used the bathroom when we left the museum..." he pointed out. "You don't have to go now, I can take care of it," he smiled, nodding at Honda's discomfort.
Honda shifted uncomfortably. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to...."
"Honda-kun... I want to..." Bakura insisted. "Please...?"
Honda sat again. "You're sure?"
"Un," Bakura nodded with a smile, moving to put his arms around the taller boy. "I love you...."
"I love you too," Honda responded, kissing Bakura gently.
"So I'll take care of you," Bakura smiled before gently pushing Honda back on the bed.
Honda gave a surprised cry, blinking up at Bakura.
The boy smiled innocently down at him as he straddled him. "Something wrong, Honda-kun?" he asked as he began tracing lines down the brown haired boy's sides.
Honda drew a shuddering breath, eyes closing as his currently more sensitive skin informed him that Bakura's touch was quite nice.
The gentle touches danced lower, tracing the line of Honda's pants before carefully beginning to undo the bottom on Honda's pants.
Honda arched to the touch, gasping softly.
Delicately, Bakura lowered the zipper and slipped his hand inside.
Honda melted against the bed, breath quickening.
Bakura gave a small smile as he continued his gentle caresses. "Daisuki yo, Honda-kun," he said softly.
"Bakura...." Honda gasped as he came, collapsing onto the bed.
The boy smiled happily, reaching for a cloth to clean himself and the taller boy before snuggling up against him. "Feel better?" he smiled.
"Much better than jerking off into the toilet," Honda said with a happy sigh.
Bakura smiled. "You should have told me you were doing that," he chided lightly.
Honda shrugged. "It didn't seem like a big deal and I didn't know if you'd want to... or if I'd be able to control myself."
Bakura blinked. "Control yourself?" he asked, concerned.
"I was afraid I'd go too far."
"Oh..." Bakura snuggled against the taller boy. "Just let me know and I'll take care of it next time," he decided.
"I'll do that," Honda responded, wrapping an arm around Bakura. "You're good at this."
The boy blushed slightly. "Arigatou..."
"Bakura!" Honda called, opening the door and entering the apartment. "I got you a present!"
Bakura smiled, getting up to kiss the taller boy. "You're going to spoil me, Honda-kun," he laughed lightly.
"Not with this one," Honda assured. "I'm spoiling me today." He gave Bakura a kiss and handed him a box. "Go try it on!"
"Eh?" Bakura blinked down at the box. "Hot Topic...?" he read, eyes widening slightly. "Honda-kun, you didn't..." He opened the box and went bright red.
"Go try it on!" Honda encouraged.
Bakura looked up at the taller boy. "Lock the door first?" he requested softly.
With a grin, Honda did so, then sat to wait for Bakura.
A few minutes later the boy emerged, face still quiet red. He was clad completely in tight black leather, with a pair of cat ears peeking out from under his hair.
Honda smiled. "Ryou-neko," he laughed. "Come here and I'll scratch behind your ears and rub your stomach."
With an embarrassed smile, Bakura walked over, the leather squeaking slightly. "I feel so silly," he confessed, looking down, hands clasped.
"You don't look silly, though," Honda said, pulling the boy into his lap. "You look very sexy."
"So--sou...?" Bakura blushed.
"It's too bad it's too soon for taking it off you," Honda said with a sigh. "But I'm sure I can find other ways to amuse us."
Bakura's blush deepened slightly and he played with his gloved hands. "You're sure the door's locked...?" he asked in a small voice.
Honda nodded, running his hands lightly up and down Bakura's sides. "You think I want anyone coming in now?" he asked, leaning his forehead on Bakura's. "This is my treat."
Bakura gave a soft sigh, melting at the touch. "I can see why Yuugi-kun always wears something over his leather," he said with a small smile. "I keep feeling like I should be wearing a sweater over this..."
"That's because you wear too many clothes," Honda retorted, leaning closer to smell the scent of Bakura and leather. "You are very sexy."
The pale haired boy blushed again. "Arigatou..." he near whispered with a smile. "But I don't wear too many clothes," he countered.
"You do," Honda responded with a smile.
"Mou," Bakura sighed with an exasperated smile. "You'd only say I wasn't wearing too much if I was naked."
Honda smiled at the mental image and licked his lips.
Bakura's blush returned. "Mou, hentai no Honda-kun...."
"Ee," Honda agreed with a nod. "But with you here, it's hard not to be." He nuzzled against Bakura's chest.
Bakura gave a small sound, eyes fluttering at the contact.
Honda smiled at him. "Still think you should be wearing something over this?"
Bakura blushed slightly and gave a small nod.
"I'll have to work harder then," Honda said with a grin, suiting actions to words as his hands slid over the leather to find sensitive areas on Bakura and kissing his neck.
Bakura melted against the taller boy, body reacting. "You don't need to work hard!" he protested. "That's half the reason I want my sweater..."
"Why?"
Bakura buried his face in the crook of Honda's neck. "I'm not used to feeling this much..." he said softly. "It's like being naked but still more sensitive..."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"N-no..." Bakura admitted. "Demo..."
"Demo?" Honda prompted.
Bakura blushed again, not wanting to answer.
Honda glanced down and grinned. "Ah hah!" he said, shifting Bakura in his lap so that his leg pressed against the other boy's crotch.
Bakura's blush deepened as he gave a small gasp. "Honda-kun..." he near whimpered, burying his face against the taller boy.
Honda stopped teasing and hugged Bakura tightly. "If you really want me to stop, I will...."
"Uun," Bakura shook his head. "I just... I've never...."
"Neither have I," Honda admitted. "But I think I might like to. With you."
Bakura gave a soft smile, tracing a leather covered finger across Honda's chest. "Boku mo, demo...."
"Demo?"
"I guess I'm just still afraid..." the pale haired boy said softly. "I'm not even sure of what anymore," he admitted. "I just... I don't want it to go wrong...."
"As long as you love me and I love you - which I very much do - nothing will go wrong."
Bakura melted, smiling contentedly. "Honda-kun..." he said softly, snuggling against the taller boy.
"But we don't have to do that. This is nice enough."
"Un," Bakura agreed. "Demo... when you tease...." He looked down slightly. "I-- I don't want to take a cold shower, I-- I want..."
Honda let his hand drift down to Bakura's lap. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly.
The boy's breath caught and he gave a small nod, face red.
Honda stroked Bakura lightly, kissing his neck as he did.
Bakura gave a soft whimper, near clinging to the taller boy. "Honda-kun...."
"Shh," Honda whispered. "It's ok...."
Bakura gave a soft moan, face flushed as Honda continued. He tensed, giving a muted cry as he came, relaxing against the taller boy.
"As you're suddenly much less of a virgin than I am," Honda teased gently, hugging Bakura tightly.
The pale haired boy gave a small embarrassed smile. "Gomen..."
"What are you sorry about?"
"I-- I don't know," the boy admitted, blushing slightly. "I think I ruined your gift though...." he said, looking down.
"It can be washed," Honda assured. "Let's get you out of it before you stick."
Bakura nodded, awkwardly getting to his feet and heading for the bathroom.
"Maybe you can do that in your room? I need the bathroom...."
"Eh? AH!" Bakura exclaimed in realization. "Gomen yo, Honda-kun," he grimaced. "Did-- did you want....?" he asked timidly.
"No, no," Honda said, waving his hands. "You go get out of that before it sticks. I'm just going to go use the bathroom. That's all."
Bakura nodded, vanishing into his room.
Honda went into the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet, giving a long sigh when he was done. Bakura was so sexy... and the fact that he didn't realize it made him more so. And Honda wasn't going to force him into anything he didn't want to do. He looked at the toilet. "I think we're going to get very well acquainted," he sighed.
"You know," Honda said, turning the TV off, "We spend far too much time watching TV. Let's go do something!"
"Eh?" Bakura blinked, looking up. "Like what?"
"I don't know. We'll find out when we get there!"
Bakura blinked again, then gave a small smile. "Like a date then?" he teased lightly.
Honda smiled. "Sure. Like a date."
"Honda-kun...?" Bakura smiled impishly, pointing to a store. "Shall we?"
"Why?" Honda asked, looking at the merchandise in the window.
"You got me in a costume, it's only fair I return the favour," Bakura smiled innocently.
Honda laughed. "All right, koi, I'll let you dress me up."
With a large smile, the pale haired boy led his boyfriend into the shop. "Hmmm... which first..." he pondered. "Ah! Kore!" He pulled out a medieval swordsman's outfit. "For my Hiro," he joked.
"Bakura," Honda groaned. "That's a horrible pun!"
"You must be rubbing off on me," The boy smiled innocently.
"Temee!" Honda said, pressing his face close to Bakura's. "I don't make bad puns."
Bakura laughed softly. "Go try it on," he said, gently pushing the taller boy towards the changing room.
"Hai, hai." Honda marched to the fitting room with the costume. A few minutes later, he bounded out of it and struck a dramatic pose. "Never fear! I'll save you from the evil Inquisition!"
Bakura hid his laugh behind his hand. "Mou, Baka Honda-kun," he smiled. "This one next." He handed the boy a black outfit with a mask and cape.
Honda laughed again and returned to the dressing room. He came out, flinging the cape dramatically behind himself. "They call me Ano Kitsune, and my horse is Tatsumaki! Now, fair Ryou-neko. I will save you from the evil principal who holds you in thrall!" He swept Bakura off his feet.
The boy gave an almost feminine squeek. "Honda-kuuun!" he laughed. "Dame yo!"
"What? You don't want to be rescued? Fine." He made like he was going to drop Bakura, then put him carefully on his feet and stalked back toward the changing room.
"Mou, Honda-kun!" Bakura smiled, grabbing hold of the taller boy's hand. "I'm not done with you yet," he smiled.
"Tanoshikatta," Bakura smiled happily as they left the store. "Thought I'm much more fond of your real chest then the muscle shirt."
"I have enough muscles without it," Honda declared, holding Bakura's hand and swinging their arms as they walked.
"Un," Bakura agreed. "Any more and I'd fear for my health when you jump on me."
"Hey! I don't hurt you!" Honda protested. "I'm more careful than that!"
"I know," Bakura smiled. "My Honda-kun would never hurt me," he said softly, squeezing the taller boy's hand.
Honda grinned like an idiot.
It was dark when the pair finally headed back to Bakura's apartment. "Honto ni tanoshikatta," the pale haired boy smiled happily.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Honda teased. "You didn't even notice when I fell asleep in the museum."
"Eh? You did?!" Bakura exclaimed, horrified. "Gomen nasai!"
Honda laughed. "Not really, but I could have and you never would have noticed." He tapped Bakura's nose.
"Gomen..." the boy said in a near pathetic voice. "I'm just like Tousan that way, we both can go on for hours about the past and history and his finds," he smiled slightly.
Honda leaned down and kissed Bakura. "Daijoubu! I was only teasing you!"
Bakura smiled softly. "You should tell me when I'm boring you next time though."
"You were enjoying yourself. I do have a heart, Bakura."
"I just don't want to bore you, that's all," Bakura smiled as they reached the apartment. "Like when Jounouchi-kun goes on for hours about his dueling."
"But you care more than he does."
"About dead things from civilizations long gone," Bakura countered, unlocking the door.
"Which have more importance that Duel Monsters," Honda countered in return, opening the door and pulling Bakura inside. He shut the door, then pinned Bakura to it. "That was fun, but there are fun things to do in here too."
The pale haired boy smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement run through him. "And what if I don't want to?" he teased, eyes sparkling.
"Well, I'll just have to see what I can do to change your mind," Honda purred in a low voice, leaning close.
"You'll have to capture me first," Bakura countered before nimbly twisted free and darting around the boy into the living room with a laugh.
"Temee!" Honda laughed, following him.
"You're too slow, Honda-kun!" Bakura teased, ducking into the game room.
"I'll show you too slow!" Honda returned, upping his speed and shutting the door to the game room behind him. "I have you trapped now!"
"Sou naa!" Bakura exclaimed in mock distress, pretending to cower in the cover, smiling impishly.
Honda stalked slowly over to him and pulled him close. "I have you now."
"Sou?" Bakura smiled. Reaching up, he kissed Honda deeply, hands wandering up his sides briefly before he pulled out of his grasp and dashed for the exit with a laugh, blowing a kiss over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him, holding it tightly shut.
"Temee!" Honda shouted again, yanking hard on the door with his superior strength. He scrambled over the furniture to reach the next door before Bakura and threw the smaller boy over his shoulder.
Bakura gave a squeak, pretending to struggle in Honda's grip as he half clung to the boy's shirt. "Hidoi yo!" he laughed.
"Hai, hai." Honda entered Bakura's bedroom and locked the door behind him. "Mwa ha HA!" He flopped Bakura down on the bed and straddled him.
"Eeek!" Bakura gasped with a smile. "I can still fight back!" he declared, reaching up to attack Honda's sides.
Honda started laughing, but managed to pin Bakura's hands to the bed. "You've been bad," he said, unable to keep the smile off his face as he looked down at his captured boyfriend. "What should I do to punish you?"
Bakura lifted himself up slightly to attack Honda's lips with a kiss.
Honda returned the kiss, slowly lowering himself to be lying on top of Bakura.
The pale haired boy parted his lips slightly in invitation, melting against the taller boy happily.
Honda's hands ran down Bakura's arms and sides as he attacked the smaller boy's mouth, exploring it slowly.
Bakura made small appreciative sounds, wrapping his arms around his lover.
As they lay there kissing, Honda felt himself go hard. He pulled away quickly, hoping Bakura hadn't noticed.
"Honda-kun...?" Bakura blinked. "Daijoubu...?" he asked, voice slightly worried as he reached out for the boy.
Honda pulled Bakura to his side, stroking his head. "Daijoubu, Ryou-neko. I think you just took my breath away. I felt faint." He smiled.
"Gomen..." Bakura near pouted, curling against the taller boy as he traced lines across his chest.
Honda shuddered slightly. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be able to do that again."
"But I don't want to wait a few minutes," Bakura pouted slightly, continuing to play with Honda's chest.
Honda caught Bakura's hand. "I-- I think we need to wait a few minutes. I mean, after all..." He took a deep breath and stood, turning toward the door. "I have to use the bathroom. You wouldn't want me to have to do that while we're kissing, right?"
"Honda-kun...." Bakura sat up, looking at the taller boy. "You used the bathroom when we left the museum..." he pointed out. "You don't have to go now, I can take care of it," he smiled, nodding at Honda's discomfort.
Honda shifted uncomfortably. "I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to...."
"Honda-kun... I want to..." Bakura insisted. "Please...?"
Honda sat again. "You're sure?"
"Un," Bakura nodded with a smile, moving to put his arms around the taller boy. "I love you...."
"I love you too," Honda responded, kissing Bakura gently.
"So I'll take care of you," Bakura smiled before gently pushing Honda back on the bed.
Honda gave a surprised cry, blinking up at Bakura.
The boy smiled innocently down at him as he straddled him. "Something wrong, Honda-kun?" he asked as he began tracing lines down the brown haired boy's sides.
Honda drew a shuddering breath, eyes closing as his currently more sensitive skin informed him that Bakura's touch was quite nice.
The gentle touches danced lower, tracing the line of Honda's pants before carefully beginning to undo the bottom on Honda's pants.
Honda arched to the touch, gasping softly.
Delicately, Bakura lowered the zipper and slipped his hand inside.
Honda melted against the bed, breath quickening.
Bakura gave a small smile as he continued his gentle caresses. "Daisuki yo, Honda-kun," he said softly.
"Bakura...." Honda gasped as he came, collapsing onto the bed.
The boy smiled happily, reaching for a cloth to clean himself and the taller boy before snuggling up against him. "Feel better?" he smiled.
"Much better than jerking off into the toilet," Honda said with a happy sigh.
Bakura smiled. "You should have told me you were doing that," he chided lightly.
Honda shrugged. "It didn't seem like a big deal and I didn't know if you'd want to... or if I'd be able to control myself."
Bakura blinked. "Control yourself?" he asked, concerned.
"I was afraid I'd go too far."
"Oh..." Bakura snuggled against the taller boy. "Just let me know and I'll take care of it next time," he decided.
"I'll do that," Honda responded, wrapping an arm around Bakura. "You're good at this."
The boy blushed slightly. "Arigatou..."