M Is For 'Massage'

Ryo lifted the box of nic nacs, carrying it into the large main room. He saw the decorative wall that had been covered with different shapes of shelves. The ceiling must have been twenty feet above him. Then again, the apartment was two stories. He marveled at the architecture. He had never seen an apartment so well designed. Everything had a place, but for the moment, everything was empty, because this was their first apartment together. Of course, Mokuba would be living there, too, but the apartment was signed in each of their names. He had taken the first, huge step into a lifetime relationship, and he couldn't have been happier. Still, for some reason he was incredibly nervous. He placed the box on the table in the corner of the room, putting his hands on his hips to let his back rest. He heard footsteps behind him, then a soft, smooth voice that said, "Having fun I see." He turned around, seeing Seto standing there, dressed in clothes that were covered in smears of paint from the bedroom. He smiled. "Are you wearing a bandana?" He pointed to Ryo's hair, which was tucked in the bandana, which had been tied in a rather feminine way. "It matches your apron, how quaint." He joked.

"Oh, haha." Ryo bobbed his head playfully and turned for the archway leading to the other room, filled with boxes to bring in. "And look at you, covered in paint." He smirked over his shoulder as he walked into the room, retrieving another box and walking back in. This box was quite a bit heavier than the others. It held Ryo's books, and books were basically all Ryo ever bought. He kept a firm grip of it as he walked past, "Here I am doing all the heavy lifting, and you're having fun with paint upstairs. Lucky." he joked. But then, suddenly, he bent down with a hiss.

Seto tensed, immediately rushing over and taking the box. "Are you alright?"

Ryo grimaced as Seto placed the box on the table. "Y-Yes, I think so. I got a sudden crick in my back." He winced.

Seto calmed a bit, then knelt down. "Here, let me help." He gently helped Ryo stand up straight, guiding him towards the couch. "Sit down." He lowered with Ryo as he sat, sitting himself. He softly reached up and pulled a bit of loose hair from Ryo's face. "Do you need ice? A hot water bottle?"

"No, no… I think it'll fade. I just need to stop lifting things for a bit, I think." Ryo kept his eyes closed, trying to focus the pain away. Then, he felt a Seto get off the couch. He didn't notice where he had gone until he felt two hands slide over his shoulders, smoothly rubbing the tired, sore muscles.

"The least I can do is help you relax, then." Seto smiled slightly, leaning down and kissing Ryo's cheek. Ryo gained a smirk, keeping his eyes closed as he felt Seto's strokes. He was indeed very good at massages. He didn't know how he got the practice, but then again, he didn't really care. It felt so nice. Seto gently pressed the muscles, easing the tension as he did so. "My, my, we're tense, aren't we?"

Ryo laughed lightly. "You try lifting boxes all day and not be sore."

"Still, these tense muscles feel like they've been there for a while. Are you stressed bout something?" How did Seto gain the ability to immediately perceive emotions? Maybe he just knew Ryo that well.

Ryo opened his eyes, tensing a bit. "No, nothing really." He reached up, twirling the loose bit of hair.

Seto's face became a bit more serious. "You're lying. I know you're lying. You play with your hair when you lie."

"Wh-What?"

He leaned down again, pressing his cheek against Ryo's. "I know why you're stressed. This must be a big switch for you. Give it some time. I'm sure you'll get used to things soon enough." He lowered his hands to wrap around Ryo's shoulders. Ryo felt the smoothness of the skin on his cheek, reaching up with his hand to caress the other. Seto took his hand, turning his head to kiss it.

"How do you know me so well?" Ryo asked, his brown eyes gazing ahead.

Seto kept quiet for a moment, then moved his hands back to massaging his shoulders. "Because I love you, and I want to make you happy. Now relax." He said softly. Ryo closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Seto rubbed his shoulders. The crick was entirely gone, but a new feeling of lust had come to replace the pain. Ryo reached up, wrapping his hand around the back of Seto's head and pulling him into a kiss. Seto closed his eyes, reaching down with his hands to wrap one arm around Ryo's chest, and the other around his stomach.

Ryo parted lips, looking up at Seto. "If you know me so well, then you know what I want right now." He smirked.

Seto smirked back. "You want to christen this room of the apartment, don't you?" He showed his teeth as his smirk grew.

Ryo simply nodded back, sliding down to lay on the couch. "Mokuba's still at his friend's house." Seto climbed over the back of the couch, resting his legs on either side of Ryo's stomach. He pulled off his paint-stained shirt then bent down, reaching behind Ryo and untying his apron, moving to then tug it off over his head and toss it across the room. Ryo smiled as Seto slipped his hands under his shirt, lifting it up to just under his chin as he felt around. He slid his hands onto Ryo's sides, lowering them to unbutton his pants. Ryo looked down as the other undressed him, feeling touch as if it were a tingle of sensation. Seto tugged Ryo's pants down around his ankles, then pulled his own down.

He lowered himself, leaning right above Ryo's lips, then kissed him passionately as he wrapped his arm around behind his neck. Ryo let a soft moan escape his lips as things began and wrapped his arms around Seto's shoulders, gripping his back. Seto closed his eyes as he moved to kiss Ryo's neck, feeling the other tense with pleasure. He could feel Ryo's breath on his shoulder, hear his heart beating, feel his fingernails digging into his skin. Things became more and more heated, more and more passionate, and the pace increased as things went farther. Seto tensed then arched his back, letting out a small cry as he hit his limit. He felt Ryo's hands slide down and grip his waist, arching his own back. Seto stayed there for a moment until he relaxed, bending down again to kiss Ryo on the lips.

Bakura had just finished zipping up his pants when he heard the door open and close, then Mokuba's voice call out, "I'm home!" He looked towards Seto, smirking and holding his finger to his lips, to which Seto replied with a playful wink as he slipped his shirt on.