"Yes I am aware that this is highly irregular." Seto's voice was muffled, but Jou could hear the stressed tones. "However, the neurotoxin involved affects the subject's brain chemistry in some unusual ways. It affects dopamine, testosterone, serotonin. No tests have been run at this level of exposure. And as concerned as I am for Jounouchi's well-being, I will not allow my experiment to be mishandled."

Jou realized he was prone. He woke with no idea of where he was. He tried to sit up and whatever he was laying on shifted. Jou found himself abruptly on the floor.

The sudden drop cleared his head a bit and he was able to stand as he heard voices outside the door arguing with Seto.

'Good luck with that,' he thought. 'What the hell was I doing?'

The last thing he remembered clearly was arriving at the university to feed Seto's sex plant. 'Not this plant, obviously.' He looked over the lush jungle blossom before him. The bright yellow flower looked similar to a sunflower with short, stubby tentacles replacing the seeds and medium length tentacles replacing the petals. It was close to shoulder height, with a thick trunk that was wrapped with vines ending with dark green, spade-shaped leaves.

Jou glanced around. He had fallen, but he couldn't tell from where. There was no way to climb the flower, but there was nothing else to fall from.

He still felt disoriented, as if he'd taken one too many pills. He knew something was... Off? Different? Missing? He wasn't sure what was happening.

Or why Seto was taking so long to come in. Seto should definitely come in. That, Jou was sure of. Seto needed to be here. Now.

He heard the office door open finally.

"Katsuya?"

Jou moved the curtain.

Seto seemed relieved. "Oh, thank heavens! When you didn't answer your phone yester..." His voice faded out and he took a step back. "Katsuya? Darling, why are you staring like that?"

Seto looked good. Disheveled. Like he'd dressed in a rush and hadn't combed that perfect hair. Like he just got out of bed. Just got fucked. Needed to be fucked again.

"Darling?" Seto hurried to the desk, pulled out some rubber gloves, and began putting them on. "Katsuya, listen to me. What you are feeling now is the effect of the neurotoxin. I thought you would see the feeding instructions. I'm sorry. I should have told you directly. Stop moving and listen, Katsuya."

Neurotoxin. Instructions. Listen. Words. Seto's mouth was elegant. And whatever he was saying was probably important. But Jou couldn't make sense of it. That mouth. It needed to stop talking. It needed to start sucking. Jou could understand that.

"Oh, my God," Seto gasped. He grabbed a recorder from the desk and pressed a button. "Subject shows elevated aggression and no signs of lucidity." He spoke in a hurry, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to finish. "Subject is completely naked and fully erect. Face, chest, abdomen, phallus, arms, and legs all displaying red discoloration. Jouji's rash, I'm sure. There seem to be some - some - kiss marks? Uh, rather, some marks on the subject's body - Katsuya, stay on that side of the desk - roundish, like suction cups primarily around his nipples. How long were you exposed... Katsuya, darling, I need you to focus, please."

Seto was flushed, and breathing hard, and Jou thought he looked hot in all those clothes. Had to be uncomfortable. 'He'll be better when I get those pants off him. Give him something to really sweat about.' Watching Seto hop around the room like a scared bunny was kinda funny, though. Not funny 'ha ha', funny 'crazy sexy'.

"Subject has the rash on his hands. I believe the subject was in full body contact with Jouji. Extraordinary body. Delightfully respons- ahem. That observation is not relevant at the moment. Focus. The pattern of the rash indicates full body contact. There is an unusual fragrance around the subject. A musk. Possibly a - oh no! I will try to objectively obtain more data, but it is possible that I have already been compromised by the pheromone effect of the neurotoxin - Katsuya, stay back!"

Seto nearly ran to the black curtain and pulled it all the way open. He gasped at the plant.

"Jouji is in full bloom," he stated for the recording. "It's magnificent. Camera! I am using the subject's mobile phone camera to video. As you will see, the column has reached full extension. Takashi, I owe you a beer - the vine structures do start at the roots. I am seeing the interior cilium and anterior tentacles, but I am not seeing any sign of the ring of gonadal -"

Seto gasped as Jou wrapped himself around him.

"Plant jizz," Jou whispered, making Seto shiver. "Got everywhere. Even in my mouth."

"Oh - oh god. Subject just confirmed that he was exposed to the undiluted neurotoxin, possibly even ingesting the sap directly. Which would explain why subject is having such a profound effect on me -"

"I wanna fuck you," Jou whispered. He began removing Seto's clothes, pulling hard enough to pop a button when it got stuck under the belt buckle. "I wanna fuck you now."

"Kat-chan, you don't top. I can't - I need to finish..."

Jou snatched the recorder and the phone from Seto and threw them across the room. His shirt followed them. "Kat-chan, this isn't real. The neurotoxin affects sexual - ohhhhhhh!"

Jou's head hurt, like a throbbing headache. But holding Seto, smelling him, made it go away. And making that voice moan instead of talk helped too. Moaning was nice. Especially when Seto made those little grunting panting sounds just before he howled.

And just because Jou had never topped Seto before didn't mean he'd never wanted to. Today, he wanted to. Needed to. Seto's pants wouldn't tear until Jou held one side of the crotch seam with his teeth. The sexy but useless thong was easier. And the Seto-jizz dripping down the now exposed shaft was much better than the plant-jizz.

Seto tried to retain a shred of rational thought. The sign on the curtain clearly warned people not to allow skin contact with Jouji. And the feeding instructions explicitly described how to mix the powdered protein, or if male student was indulging in the 'manual feeding method', how to empty ejaculate, extracted by pump, into the feeding tube. Did Jou ignore all the instructions? Did he somehow not see them?

'Could he possibly be better at that?' he thought as Jou's tongue circled his stones and made Seto see sparks.

"Katsuya," he whispered. He'd never realized what a thrill it was to call his lover by his personal name. He didn't get that when Jou called him 'Seto', but saying 'Katsuya' was making Seto shiver. Saying 'Kat-chan' made him breathless.

Although, that might have been Kat-chan's tongue caressing his anus. 'Damn it,' he thought, 'This is a scientific breakthrough and a sexual fantasy and I'm not getting it on video for either.'

The only other human experiment with Jouji's toxins had come the day Seto moved the plant from the lab to the office. The biology and chemistry majors who did the heavy lifting wore full body protection suits. They were all familiar with toxic plants and had seen the rash that could develop from touching Jouji's cilium. But the four computer science majors who were student aides in the office were not. They all touched Jouji directly. Three hours later, two of the four had gotten into a fist fight - and the other two became unlikely parents. The toxin's effects on the brain only became clear after extended direct exposure.

But if the chemicals could be harvested, the face of sexual medicine was going to change dramatically.

Seto moaned again. "Kat-chan!" How long the effects would last, he had no idea. But Jou's tongue was doing an excellent impression of a tentacle as it probed Seto's sensitive canal, so Seto was in no rush. "Kat-chan!"

Jou only growled in response, pushing his tongue into his lover's sweet recess. Something about Seto today was making Jou crazy. Something about the smell of him. Jou wanted to find the source of the scent and drown himself in it.

His tongue wasn't reaching deep enough. Maybe his cock would hit it.

Jou let go of Seto's thighs which he'd been pushing back, forcing that shapely executive ass up like a soup bowl. Seto's groan sounded mixed between relief and disappointment. It was sexy as fuck. Then again, everything about Seto was sexy as fuck. His tight ass, his silky thighs, his flat stomach, his pert man-tits, his quivering voice when he whispered 'Kat-chan', and even the sheen of sweat that covered everything else.

But none of it was sexier than seeing Seto's eyes widen then clenched shut as Jou rammed his cock from tip to hilt straight into the warm, waiting channel. Jou's eyes fell shut, too. That was what he needed. 'About damn time!' he thought as he began moving his hips.

Seto wrapped his arms tightly around his beloved Kat-chan, too overwhelmed to even scream. The shock of being entered for the first time so deeply - like a pile driver slamming through him repeatedly at sonic speeds - stole his thought and his breath.

Pain and pleasure mixed. The agony of being battered was intermingled with the ecstasy of his prostate being probed. The thrusting of Kat-chan's cock was excruciating, but each thrust ended with a thrill that momentarily drowned all other sensation. He was unable to do more than cling to Jou for dear life and moan incoherently.

It didn't take long before they both howled as orgasm swallowed them and unconsciousness followed.

"You know this is fucked up, right?" Jou snarled.

"Yes, I know," Seto sighed heavily. "My hands are tied."

"Not now, but next time they will be," Jou leered.

"Yes, dear," Seto sighed again.

Jou yanked at the chains connecting his wrists to the hospital bed. "They don't need to do this. I'm ok."

"You are almost ok," Seto corrected. "But you traumatized that poor nurse."

"Aw, come on! I flirted a little! It's not like I was gonna touch a chick."

"You pinned her against the wall and tried to remove her shirt. The only reason she's not pressing sexual assault charges is because she read your casefile before she volunteered for the assignment."

"I'm not that guy!" Jou snapped, partly frustration and partly dismay. "I don't assault people."

"No, you don't," Seto agreed calmly. "That's why I know you are still under Jouji's influence."

"SHIT! That damn plant! I should torch that sonuvabitch!"

Seto nodded but didn't respond.

There was no chance that Jouji would be destroyed. In fact, pharmaceutical labs worldwide had been requesting seeds.

"I need to go." Seto stood and kissed Jou softly. Jou tried to deepen the kiss but Seto pulled away. "I'll be back as soon as I can. And I'm staying the night. You can do whatever you like to me. I promise."

"We could do that at home, too, y'know."

"I know. Soon."

Seto had planned to keep their 'Event' private, but, apparently a well known instructor having screaming sex in his office during Spring Break was noteworthy enough to make the school paper. Somewhere in the article, they mentioned Jouichi and Jouji. In the three days Jou had been hospitalized, Seto had received a dozen requests for one or both of the plants that produce the "neurotransmitter phenylethylamine with aphrodisiacal properties".

Unless it was actually a psychotropic. They weren't sure yet. As soon as Seto woke - and was able to move Jou - he'd called a research neurochemist whom he worked with before and they'd gotten Jou to the nearest hospital. Tests showed that Jou was not in any known danger, but his behavior was way out of his norm.

They put Jou in a secured room - locked down - while the chemist ran more tests and Seto gathered information.

From what Seto could tell, Jou had somewhere between 16 and 24 hours of skin contact with the toxin. If the chemicals were more potent, that level of exposure could have been fatal. Every time he thought of that, a cold tremor passed through Seto.

He could have opened his office door to find Jou's corpse.

Luckily, that wasn't the case. Unluckily, the toxicology tests so far had revealed that Jou's base chemicals were not returning to more normal levels. They had decreased some, but not nearly as quickly as they had apparently elevated.

Seto went into Lab A04. Kazuki was testing yet another sample.

"Question," the scruffy, dark-haired man said, still focused on his test. "I thought you were in America when you called the subject."

"I was," Seto replied. "A convention in Los Angeles."

"How did you get back so fast? I mean, if you caught a flight at the time you said you left on the timeline you wrote, I should have been able to get to the beach before you hauled me into this mess. It's a twelve hour flight."

"I own a Concorde."

"A Concorde." Kazuki looked at Seto. "You mean, the supersonic jet."

"Yes."

"You own a supersonic jet."

"I bought it from Air France when they discontinued the service. LAX to Tokyo in a bit more than five hours. It costs a fortune to maintain, but it is worth every penny in an emergency."

"How do you own -" Kazuki sighed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, and went back to his test. "Come with us, they said, the beach is fun. We'll get there early. No. I had to do just one last thing at the lab." He stopped and looked up again. "Weren't you supposed to be gone for a month?"

"Yes. A convention in Dallas, and a stockholders meeting. A few other things I should probably be attending to."

"So why did you fly back and ruin my spring break?"

"Katsuya calls me twice a day. Religiously. He didn't call. After an hour, I called him. When he didn't answer, I called the security desk to see what time he left my office. He never signed out. I thought I was being paranoid, but my instinct was correct. Besides, vacations are wasted on you. You hate being out of doors, you're hydrophobic, and brain chemistry is your life."

"Another six hours and I could have seen Svetlana practically naked," he grumbled. "You know what this reminds me of? Lysergic acid diethylamide. It doesn't do the same things, but it behaves the same way. Except for the half-life. That I can't figure out. Unless it can permanently affect..." he stopped speaking and stared at nothing. "Not zero. Alteration, not affectation."

"Pharmacology is not my field."

"What?"

"Machines, I understand. Plants, I'm learning. But I don't yet follow the details for drug intera-"

"Chemical." Kazuki looked at Seto. "We've been acting as if the subject -"

"Jounouchi. He isn't just an experiment. He is my lover."

"Maybe if he was only a 'subject', we'd have realized our mistake sooner."

"What mistake?"

"This wasn't a drug. He didn't take aspirin or codeine or even LSD. An unknown chemical interacted with his physical chemistry. How do we know if the effects are temporary?"

"Of course they are temporary. How could -"

"When you combine hydrogen and oxygen, you get water, right?"

"I presume."

"So how long does it take for the two to separate again?"

Seto frowned, considering the question. "I have no idea."

"They don't. Once they bond, they permanently become something else." Kazuki sounded excited.

"But you can separate hydrogen and -"

"Yes, yes. Compounds can be split into component parts. Heat it, freeze it, add another element to it. But you're not seeing the big picture! Permanent chemical change in the brain of a human from an unknown substance - and the subject didn't die! This is big! This..." Kazuki floundered for a moment. "Kaiba, this could change everything."

"Take this or I won't release the handcuffs."

Jou scowled. "You keep feedin' me pills but don't tell me why. I'm gettin' kinda worried here."

"Take the pill and I'll explain everything." Seto offered the pill and water again. "Please."

Jou frowned a moment longer, then opened his mouth. He took the pill and a swallow of water. "Ok. Talk."

Seto uncuffed Jou's hand and flipped the railing down. He sat on the edge of the bed, took the newly freed hand, and kissed it. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Ain't like I'm dyin', right?" Seto's expression fell a bit further and Jou tried to sit up. "I'm not dying, right?"

"Right," Seto confirmed, smiling sadly. "You are not."

"Then relax! Anything else, I can handle."

"We," Seto corrected. "We can handle."

Jou smiled. "Yeah. We." He tugged gently and kissed his partner sweetly when he leaned into reach. "Ok, I don't know what those pills are supposed to do, but this is the first time in ages I've touched you and didn't want to take you hard." He grinned lewdly. "Well I do, but I want to hear what's up first."

Seto nodded. "That's what the pills are supposed to do. The effect is cumulative, but it's temporary."

"Meaning?"

"Taking a dose late is considerably better than skipping it altogether."

"Ok. Got it. Now, why do I need it?"

Seto sighed heavily. "I'm not sure where to start. Frankly, I don't understand all of it myself. In theory -"

"Start with the simplest, one-line version. We can fill in the details after."

"There is no simple version." Seto shook his head. "A neurochemical change of this nature is virtually unheard of."

"Ok. Tell me like I would tell you."

Seto paused and thought for a moment. Then he outright laughed. "You would say your brain finally acts the way your mind thinks!"

"Ok! Good!" Jou stroked Seto's cheek. "Anything that makes you laugh can't be all bad. You've been kinda grim this past week. Huh. My brain acts the way my mind thinks." Jou considered the idea. "So, I'm not imagining it, huh. I have been hornier than usual."

"Considerably."

"So what, is it like an allergy to the sex plant or something?"

"No, not an..." Seto stopped, brow furrowed. "An allergy. Wouldn't explain the loss of estrogen, but it could be a contributing factor," he muttered. He pulled out his phone and speed dialed. "Consider the effect of an allergy to Jouji. No. No, actually Jounouchi did. Yes." Seto smiled at Jou. "Yes, he is very intuitive. I have to go." He hung up. "We hadn't considered that an allergy could have contributed to the condition."

"Yeah. Back up a bit. Did you say loss of estrogen? You sure you have the right patient?"

"Men and women both have both testosterone and estrogen. It's a question of quantity. In men, estrogen is actually a byproduct of testosterone, but for some reason, your body has stopped producing it. In fact, estrogen is missing, prolactin and oxytocin are significantly reduced. Testosterone and dopamine are extraordinarily high. We are still determining what other chemicals are involved. Your entire -"

"So when am I outta here?"

"As soon as the hypersexual symptoms are under control."

"You are, like, ten ¥1000 words past me."

"Ah."

"So, let's just stick to the important stuff, ok?"

"This is all important."

"Does what's wrong with me have a name?"

"Well, no. It's not a disease. It's a rather complicated chemical imbalance."

"Ok. That, I understand. Stuff in your brain has to be the right amount for everything to work right. You bake a cake with too many eggs or not enough flour, you don't get a cake. Close enough?"

"Yes," Seto nodded. "Close enough. Your 'cake', to use that analogy, currently has too much - I have no idea - sugar, perhaps? No, perhaps more like a series of on/off switches. Several switches that should turn off automatically are not triggering. For instance, when-"

"Wait! Too much. Can it be fixed?"

Seto sighed heavily. "We don't know yet. We are working on reversing the event, however, we still don't have a complete map of Jouji's toxins."

"Ok, so not yet. What about the pills; will they fix it? Or at least control it?"

Seto sighed again with a shrug. "Hopefully. Again, we don't know. This conversation is the longest you've had in a week, so the new drug appears to be working. But whether it will repair the damage or if it will address all of the long-term issues? We are still looking into it."

"Ok." Jou nodded. He looked a bit grim. "So I'm just guessing that it's sex my brain won't turn off." Seto's expression was confirmation. "Of course. No cure, no fix. What do I - sorry, what do we do?"

"You do nothing. I caused this; it is my responsibility to resolve it."

"Not how 'we' works, dude. Besides, you didn't do anything. I saw the instructions and ignored them."

"It is my project. I should have told you the dangers when I asked for your assistance."

"You couldn't have known I wouldn't read -"

"I love you dearly, but you are not well known for following directions or your adherence to policies and procedures."

"See? I was askin' for it." Jou gave a lopsided grin. "In every game of duck-duck-goose, somebody's gotta be the goose."

"Every game of what?"

"Don't worry about it." Jou tried to stretch and yanked his still restricted wrist. "Little help?"

"Ah! Yes, of course." Seto leaned across Jou and released the second hand cuff.

And abruptly found himself pinned under Jou's full weight.

"Ok, enough of the depressing talk."

"Those drugs should be effective for at least six hours!" Jou couldn't remember seeing Seto look actually panicked. "Let me go, darling!"

"Love it when you call me that." He gave his worried lover a loud, wet kiss. "Relax. It's 'Jounouchi' not 'Jouji'. But I've been cooped up on this bed for a week, and I've only gotten to touch you once. That's my definition of hell on a good day."

"Oh, Katsuya!" Seto looked even more distraught. "I've been so focused on finding a solution; I haven't considered how stressful this must be on you physically."

"We've gotten through worse."

"We have?" Seto smirked. "I must have missed that."

"High school."

"Not even close."

"My dad. Hell, your dad."

"A summer breeze in comparison."

"Shadow Realm penalty game."

"I'd rather play a dozen of them. I'd rather do anything, deal with anyone, or go anywhere rather than be here, knowing I may have profoundly damaged you permanently."

Jou tightened his grip and rolled so they were lying beside each other. "No guilt. No blame. Way I see it, you got that perfect man you were tryin' to breed, 'cause like this, I might be able to keep up with your sex drive!"

"Hey, babe."

Everyone in the senior staff meeting looked up. Jounouchi was leaning on the door frame.

"How long you gonna be?"

Tight jeans hugged his hips, thighs and bulge. A tight shirt flowed over his defined chest and too pert nipples. A slight leer graced his lips as the blonde seemed to sexually harass each manager at the table with his eyes. Those eyes lingered on Kaiba.

"Jounouchi?" Kaiba was surprised. His lover was supposed to stay home this week. Even if he were in the building and not working, he ordinarily called before coming to Seto's office, and he certainly didn't simply 'crash' meetings. "I'm afraid we are in the middle of this. You may wait in my office." He flipped to the next slide. "We had a strong first quarter in all divisions." He looked up and stopped. "Did you need something, Jounouchi?"

"Need...something?" He grinned coyly and approached the head of accounting, a tall man with a chiseled face and piercing black eyes. "Yeah, I kinda need a couple things."

"I know a few things you need." The accountant put his pen down and swiveled his chair to face Jou. "Are you open to suggestions?"

Jou's eyes flicked past Kaiba before he leered at his current target. "Yeah. Make a suggest-"

"JOUNOUCHI!" Kaiba stood up. "I think I should escort you to my office at this time. Carry on with your department summaries; I've already read them. I shall return momentarily."

Kaiba rounded the table and grabbed Jou's arm. He pulled but Jou didn't move. "Chill, babe. I wanna hear what tall, dark, and hot think I need. Then I got some suggestions uh my own for the MILF."

"Mmmm," the woman diagonally across the table leaned forward. "Consider them accepted."

"I suggest you come with me now," Kaiba tightened his grip on his lover's arm, "before I become more insistent."

"Fine, babe." Jou abruptly turned his whole attention to Kaiba. "Seriously, you need ta lighten up." Jou ran his free hand down Kaiba's tie, then tugged at the knot. "Loosen the reins a bit. See what happens." He leaned up for a kiss.

Kaiba pulled again. "My. Office. Now."

He fairly dragged the blonde down the hall and around the corner. At the end of the corridor, he snapped at his secretary, "No calls, no interruptions!" He didn't wait for her confirmation before shoving Jounouchi in, slamming the door, and locking it.

"What was that performance?" He snarled, forcing Jou against the desk.

"Godyouaresofuckinghot!" Jou gasped, suddenly breathless. "I want you bad."

"What about all the 'suggestions' you were so open to only moments ago?" Kaiba removed his jacket and necktie. His heart was driving his temperature up, and his blood down.

"How 'bout you fuck me an' we forget about the rest?"

"How about you explain why you are here?" Kaiba leaned down, forcing Jou flat.

Jou shrugged. "Got bored at home. Nothin' ta do I ain't done twenty times. So I figured I'd work on the toy chest - always complain you can't find shit." He grinned. "Except I kept thinkin' 'bout you usin' the stuff. It's better with you," he purred.

Seto's erection was pressed against Jou's. It seemed much harder than normal. "That statement implies that you were 'playing' not 'organizing'." The idea made Seto throb. Jou, alone, playing with dildos and vibrators and...

Seto looked at Jou's chest again. His nipples were extremely pronounced. Seto ran the tip of his finger over one, then the other. Jou shivered and moaned; the nubs were unusually firm.

"What are you wearing?"

"The Dragon," Jou whispered, leaning up and nipping Seto's chin.

Kaiba rubbed his palms over Jou's nipples again, his heart rate inching up. The rings made his nipples appear larger, but even under the form fitting t-shirt, the straps were virtually invisible. They reached down... Kaiba shivered.

The Dragon was a titanium glans ring and penial cap, made specifically for Jounouchi by a jeweler who specializes in items for erotic tastes. Kaiba had purchased it after he noticed that Jounouchi tended to flirt a bit too much. It was less that he did not trust his then-new lover, and more that he felt more secure if the Kaiba dragon was protecting things he owned.

Jou thought the piece - however beautiful - was too complicated to slip onto his shaft, and so tight around the head and tip of his appendage, that wearing it, he could not climax. And the weight of the piece pulled too heavily on his chest, making the tail nipple rings unbearable for long periods.

All of which sounded perfect to Kaiba.

"I really wanted to see you" Jou moaned, arching his chest into Kaiba's hands. "But I figured I was kinda hot for it. So I took a couple of those pills, and put on this thing. Figured I'd cool down on the way."

"And did you?" Kaiba began rolling Jou's shirt up; revealing the silk straps, the captured points. He licked them both as Jou whimpered and squirmed.

"Fuck me, babe! Please!" The blonde actually seemed tormented. "I wanna feel you."

Kaiba was already moving his hands down to unfasten Jou's belt. He was not wearing briefs. The sapphire dragon eyes greeted Kaiba as he opened Jou's zipper.

It was beautiful. The shaft standing firm, wrapped in titanium wire from stones all the way to the glans. The cup-shaped helmet itself was etched to form an open dragon mouth swallowing down to the corona the way Kaiba loved to do. Kaiba lapped around the edge of the cap and along the wire, enjoying Jou's gasps and moans. He worked his way down the shaft and around the stones, completely removing his lover's pants and coaxing his ass and feet onto the desk. When his tongue reached the quivering opening of Jou's anus, he found it soft and slick, further proof that the sexy man had done more than straighten the toy chest.

Kaiba stood up and opened his own pants. He had been ready to plunder his beloved's depths ever since the man melted the stoic Accountant.

He pushed his head in and stopped.

"Babe, don't tease!" The blonde arched but Kaiba pushed his hips back down.

"Flirt with my staff again and I will slice these off with a razor blade." He fingered Jou's sensitive nipples. "Is that quite clear?" The man under him whimpered and writhed, and Kaiba could not resist pushing in another inch. They both moaned and Kaiba pushed all the way in.

Jou wrapped his arms around Kaiba's neck and his legs around the executive's thighs as the man proceeded to thrust with long slow strokes. Jou had not been a virgin the first time Kaiba had entered him, but Kaiba was the first person to make him come with anal alone. And no one else felt so right, so perfect. It had always been hard to say 'no' - not that he wanted to often - but the imbalance made it impossible. Kaiba felt too good.

Jou wanted Kaiba to fuck him for hours.