Chapter 12

Look, the bottom line, L.I.M.P.Y., is that it doesn't matter if your partner has one cock, two snatches, or a club sandwich. If they aren't into the same kink you're into, it's going to be an issue. Sit down with your lover - someplace private but not the bedroom - and tell them honestly that this is important to you. But keep in mind some kinks are not for some people. If anal sex makes him go limp, you need to either live without it or move on to the next relationship.

Syndicated Advice Column, "Sage Love, by D. Sage"

Joey grabbed both sides of the teacher's desk. He lifted one knee as well. "Oh! Fuck! Yeah!" He gasped with each of Kaiba's thrusts.

From behind, bent over, it should have hurt, but Seto's duo cocks seemed to hit only the right spots from that angle. And even when he did hit the cervix - with the larger 'boy' cock in the 'girl' hole - it was like when Seto came, it made the pain go away.

Plus fucking at school was extra hot.

Everybody knew about them now.

"I'm glad you're dating, Kat, and I want you to be happy," Mom had said. "But he's my boss. People at my office are just going to assume I'm getting preferential treatment."

"So, what? You want me to break up with him?"

She'd sighed. "No. I just - I don't know. I just don't want any of us to regret this."

For the last almost three months, Joey hadn't regretted a thing. He was even getting used to the idea of having a 'v'. You couldn't even tell anyway, since basically everything was all internal. And since the cramps and bleeding had stopped, it had been all pleasure and no pain.

Lots of pleasure. He more or less lived at Seto's house. They screwed daily. Joey didn't even mind being bottom all the time since it felt so good.

"Soooo gooood!" he moaned as Seto sped up. Speeding up meant he would come in a minute. Seto coming made Joey come.

And with two cocks, Seto came a lot.

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"Kaiba-sama!" His secretary jumped up from her desk. "Thank God! We were beginning to worry."

"Worry? Why?" He always arrived directly after school. Over the last month, Katsuya rode with him, his driver dropping Seto off at the office before taking Katsuya to the Manor. It meant a much more entertaining ride even on the few trips when they didn't make out the whole time.

"Fujiyama Hirohito, from FGO has been waiting since 3pm, sir. You were going to arrive early today."

There had been an annoying chime during history, but he'd ignored it. He and Katsuya had been sharing one textbook and cuddling. It was as sexual as they could get while actually in class and trying to pay some attention to the material.

But the alarm had been set for a reason. FGO was the supplier for several custom designed, critical parts. Losing this supplier would cripple a third of KaibaCorp.

"An unavoidable delay," Seto lied, cursing himself. "I will resolve this." He took a calming breath then entered his office. "Fujiyama-san," he bowed deeply, "please forgive my tardiness."

"Ah, Kaiba-sama!" HR said - much to Seto's surprise. "You see? As I said, our son has finally returned. It was a school issue that delayed you, yes?"

"Yes," Seto agreed, rising and placing his school things behind his desk. HR, Finance, and Sales were casually seated in Seto's office along with the visiting executive and a few Kaiba engineers. While it was useful that members of the Board were able to meet with such a major supplier when Seto had truly dropped the ball, this did not strike Seto as a good thing. "I understand completely if you wish to dispense with pleasantries and go straight to our business. My delay has wasted enough of your time."

"Nonsense, my dear boy," Fujiyama replied lightly. "For some reason, I always forget you are the same age as my youngest."

"Am I?" Seto affected a smile. Fujiyama had never once given a damn about his age.

"I imagine it must be difficult to keep your grades up when you have to run back here at all hours."

It was a well rehearsed conversation for Seto. The trials of school and business. He gave all his standard answers to all of Fujiyama's standard questions before they were finally able to move on to renegotiating the cost per piece over the next two years.

It was nearly midnight when they finished.

"When do you find time for homework?" Fujiyama frowned at the time. "It's not good for a boy your age to be working such late hours."

"Oh, we quite agree." Sales gestured broadly. "But, kids. No use for the wisdom of their elders."

"Gentlemen." Seto tried to keep his tone light. "I have plenty of time for homework. I am in the top 3 in all of my classes. I hope I am learning from your wisdom. The sacrifices I make now, while I am young, are so that I do not have to make them when I am….old enough to have a son my age."

"Well phrased. It's all right," Fujiyama chuckled, "I know I'm old. Ah. My car. You, young man, home to bed. Would you gentlemen care to join me for a drink?"

Seto seethed as he got into his own car. On past occasions, Fujiyama had included Seto without considering his age. Now the board had put his youth on display.

No more dallying with Katsuya. Getting rid of this poison pill board was now priority number one.