"Give that back!" Seth protested as Seto held his half of the coconut shell out of reach. Normally, he wouldn't be capable of doing that, since Seth was taller and his arms were longer, but they were both completely drunk, and Seth had lost his sense of balance.
"No! It's mine!" Seto pushed him away and drank what remained inside the coconut: the last sips of the cocktail that he'd let Seth make with the milk of the coconut he'd picked. Seth, however, had never made a cocktail before, so the results had been quite... interesting, and quite heavy on the alcohol.
Seto slurped the last of the mixture from the coconut shell and dropped the brown bowl onto the porch. His tongue flicked out to catch a stray drop that trickled down the side of his mouth. Seth, having recovered himself, lunged towards Seto again, seizing his face with both hands as he licked the drink from Seto's skin, then kissed him invasively. Seto moaned and grabbed Seth's hips, pulling their bodies flush together without an inch of air to separate them.
Seth cleaned Seto's mouth with his tongue, lapping up every trace of coconut and rum he could find as Seto started to grind against him. Seth began to grab at Seto's clothes, tugging in vain efforts to remove them. Seto broke the kiss and yanked off his sky blue v-neck t-shirt, and as soon as he dropped it on the floor, Seth had his arms around him, hoisting his lover into his arms and making Seto let out a cry of indignation.
"Seth, what are you doing?" Seto didn't sound nearly as angry as he would have if he were sober. Instead, he just sounded amused.
"I'm stealing you away, my love!" Seth exclaimed, carrying him into the shack and tossing him onto the bed. "I love to hear you laugh, my darling. You should laugh more often." Seto opened his mouth to protest, but as Seth started to tickle the bottoms of his feet, he could only laugh.
"Seth! Seth, stop! Stop!" Seto pleaded for mercy as he gasped for air, twisting on the bed as he tried to kick his feet free from Seth's grasp. The other finally released them and tugged off Seto's swimming trunks. The giggling brunette stared up at Seth with soft eyes as the taller male caressed Seto's thighs.
"You look beautiful in the moonlight."
"I'm sure you would too if you took your clothes off," Seto teased as he smirked. Seth grinned and obliged, untying his shenti and dropping it to the floor. "That's much better."
"I think," Seth said smoothly, lifting apart his partner's legs as he knelt on the bed and walked up closer to him. "You're finally learning how to relax."
"Thanks to you." He reached out to stroke Seth's member. The High Priest moved his hand away, though, and brought his palm to Seth's lips.
"I should make that drink again tomorrow night." Seto felt Seth's lips curve against his skin in a smile. "There were more coconuts in that palm tree, after all."
"I would like that very much." Seto laced his fingers through Seth's chestnut hair with his other hand and brought the Egyptian's face closer to his, making him drop Seto's hand so that he could brace himself against the mattress. "Turns out the coconut was worthwhile."
"Indeed it was."
Seth kissed him then, seeking out the taste of the cocktail once more as he lowered himself more fully onto the younger's body. Seto groaned and arched his body into Seth's as they started to rock against each other, blood pulsing hotly as their hearts beat in rapid rhythm. Seto tried to go faster, but Seth pulled back, making his lighter half whine a little with need.
"I want more, Hikari," he whispered with desperate affection. "Please?"
"Yes," Seto hissed, his voice high and breathy. "Anything, just don't stop."
The next morning, as the two men shielded their eyes from the bright sunlight, Seth had a revelation.
"You're not legally old enough to drink alcohol, are you?"
Seto chuckled and with a smirk replied. "My island, my laws."
Seth laughed too, and threw an arm around Seto's waist, pulling him close so that his back pressed firmly against the priest's chest. "How are you feeling?" he murmured, gently coming his fingers through short, nutmeg hair.
"A little sore. Not too bad."
Seth's hand pressed flat against Seto's stomach and started kneading it through their bedsheets. The executive sighed and closed his eyes, nuzzling his head into Seth's stroking hand.
"You can be so tender when you let yourself be," the tanned male observed with a smile.
"I love you, Seth." Sapphire eyes opened and gazed upward into similar ones. "I love you with so much of my heart there is none left to protest."
"That would be a first," Seth teased, then bumped his nose into Seto's. "I love you too, my little coconut."
"Don't call me coconut."
"Why not? It's fitting: a hard outward exterior that, once cracked, exposes a soft, sweet, syrupy interior. Besides, it's cute."
"I am not a coconut."
