"It burns," he whined, quivering and shaking at the strange sensation of Rafael rubbing the last chunk over his sweet, pink anus playfully. "Please, I don't want this…it feels weird…"
Rafael shoved the last chunk in, his thump pressing forward until Mokuba's cute entrance had closed around it again. Though he felt the resistance from within.
"No, you don't," Rafael grabbed his own cock and crammed it into Mokuba's firm ass while slowly his thump retrieving. Mokuba gasped, tightening around Rafael's thick manhood involuntarily.
"Stop pushing like that," he complained his knuckles whitening as they increased their grip on the sheets, "Your cock is so swollen it hurts."
"Your ass keeps sucking me in, don't tell me you're not enjoying it," Rafael grunted while pulling Mokuba's backside higher to deliver deeper and more intense thrusts. "You wanted me to cream your ass," Rafael said. He ruffled Mokuba's hair affectionately and sighed at the wails escaping his small friend's lips, "I'm not going to hold back, I know you're waiting for my hot load inside you."
Rafael nuzzled Mokuba's neck, pulling him towards his chest while literally impaling him.
"I want you to make me feel good," Mokuba complained, instantly cursing himself for his pathetic babbling.
What a cliché.
His partner was ruthless and hot-blooded seme while he was the fragile, small, soft-hearted uke.
Either way he was too stubborn to back down now.
Rafael slowed down. His violent penetration transformed into deep and passionate thrusts.
"You're selfish," Mokuba pressed on, his voice now pathetically boyish, "You've set my intestines on fire, just for your own pleasure, why I can't even jack-off because your weight would crush me. I want to come too…but I'm not even half hard."
"You're just as selfish as ever," Mokuba bit his lower lip.
Right, his sarcastic side added, proof to him that you're not just a little boy, depending on him. Oh, right I forgot you can't because that's what you are. Without him you can't even handle your own arousal.
Rafael pulled Mokuba closer, his insatiable cock still churning inside of him.
"I know, it's my own fault," he whispered seductively, "I've been spoiling you, you're used to something better and I'd love to show you something thoroughly stimulating, but…" and then he kissed his neck, "I don't know if you can bear it."
Mokuba arched his back and thrust out his rear end. Slowly he got accustomed to the feeling of the tickling bits of vegetable. Though it wasn't much of a turn-on, at least not to him.
"Depends on my fee," Mokuba replied at last as the little part of him that was a loose cannon broke through.
"It's no game this time," Rafael replied. He sounded concerned. "I've told you about erotic asphyxiation and given you the odd foretaste as well. But to allow your partner to hold you on the balance to death requires trust. I need your trust Mokuba."
Behind him Rafael kneeled down, placing Mokuba's delicate body in his lap while restraining the quivering limbs in his strong hands.
"I need you to trust me," Rafael repeated thoughtfully.
"I've trusted you so far," Mokuba whispered sounding more certain than he felt, "I'm not going to stop now. Don't forget I'm your little rent-boy. You pay, I obey."
Rafael caressed his back tenderly. His thrusts were slow and reserved. "Chose a safe word," Rafael instructed him, but hesitated, "No, forget it we don't need one. This is your first time with that technique. A simple 'Stop' will do."
"Either way I won't say it," Mokuba replied cheekily.
"I told you this is not a game," Rafael snapped, "You trust me that I'm not going to suffocate you and I trust you that you will tell me to stop when you can't take it anymore."
Mokuba nodded. He felt nervous despite his confidence in Rafael. But he shrugged it off.
Grin and bear it. Just like those meetings. Just grin and bear it.
"Whatever you do, don't panic," Rafael soothed him while embracing him tightly, "You know, you can trust me. I'll take care of you, I'll promise."
Rafael's love oaths, thought to relax and ensure Mokuba only made things worse for him. But Mokuba ignored his inner voice that pleaded and begged, begged him to quit while he still could.
"Okay," Mokuba breathed in deeply and tried to brace himself, trying to hide his inner turmoil from Rafael.
"Come on, let's do this," Mokuba said as he gripped Rafael's hands.
Before I change my mind, he added as a mental note.
Rafael's hands surged up, feeling for the tender neck, brushing over it, titillating the soft skin before suddenly closing around it.
As a gut reaction Mokuba clapped his hands around Rafael's and, feeling that they wouldn't give an inch at his desperate tugs, felt the blood draining from his head as an agonizing terror gripped him. He was close to drumming his fists on Rafael's arms, but got a grip on himself and closed his eyes. He concentrated hard on not freaking out and gasped for air in relief as Rafael allowed him two lungs full of oxygen.
In his distress Mokuba pressed himself flat against Rafael's body thereby facilitating an even deeper intrusion. He synchronised with Rafael, moved with him, against him, rode his cock with increasing effort and dwindling consciousness. Instead of fighting Rafael he tried spurring him further on. His hands rested on his own thighs as he worked his way up and down Rafael's cock. He gulped for air, winced at the firm pressure around his throat and sank back into Rafael's arms. He closed his eyes again, his limbs dangling lifelessly, his body unresisting and barely responding.
His fingers growing numb, Rafael struggled to keep the steady pressure up in Mokuba's throat as his thrusts thundered through the tender little body in his lap. His hands were twitching in agitation, he was close to spilling over the edge and secretly he wished Mokuba would urge him to stop. But that little brat didn't know its limits, did it? No, Mokuba would rather choke than admit defeat, admitting that it was too much for him. That stupid little boy still thought of it as a game.
This time Mokuba coughed lamely as he sucked in as much air as he could. He moaned aloud with his ass tightening around Rafael's rock-hard cock until his voice broke off, throttled by Rafael's violent hands.
But was he any different, Rafael caught himself wondering.
He wouldn't admit defeat himself, he'd struggle to maintain his control over Mokuba until the very end. Whether he'd risk suffocating him was a question he didn't know the answer to himself.
The world around him started to change into a fuzzy net of lights. Mokuba barely blinked, because the sight of it freaked him out. But the feeling, the sensation inside…was too good to be true. Rafael's veiny cock had never felt so surprisingly real. He felt him inside, closer than ever, felt every drop of his pre-cum, felt every muscle inside vibrating. His foreskin throbbed inside of him, coming alive within his slick ass, rubbing his most exquisite spots so delightfully.
He was nearing his climax himself, he'd twitch and jerk at every spasm in his nether regions. Mokuba blinked at his own proud erection, his own cock twitching pleasantly, looking so cute and inviting.
He reached down to find a pleasure sparkling from his fingertips, his own hands were driving him into ecstasy, he felt so real and so good, so goddamn good and new.
"Say it," Rafael wheezed as he was growing impatient. He felt Mokuba's body jumping up and down on his groin, grinding the sweet ass against him as if the boy in his lap was a sex toy.
"For fuck's sake, say it, say stop!"
Mokuba smiled, bliss dancing over his lips as he released the pressure into his hands, fumbling with his genitals awkwardly before slipping deeper into Rafael's lap.
Rafael groaned shamelessly as he let the little lifeless doll move at his every will, forcing the tender body into submission, driving his greedy member in and out until he felt Mokuba's raw anus clenching around his length in agony.
Fighting against his feral urges, his instincts to conquer, abuse and destroy, he detached his hands from Mokuba's throat and let the fragile body topple forward onto the bed.
Rafael grabbed Mokuba's haunches and forced him face down into the bed, his cock enjoying the slightly different but far more stimulating angle. He thrust brutally into Mokuba, who stabilised his breath and barely wheezed at the pain, before stopping in mid-motion and doubling over. His body slamming into Mokuba's, he grunted and moaned into his ear without shame while pumping his precious seed into him.
The beast was becoming tame again and Rafael licked Mokuba's sweat covered skin and nuzzled his neck affectionately.
Rafael rolled down from Mokuba and onto his side to hug the tender body, hug him and never let him go again. Once again he was drawn to Mokuba, protecting and cradling him in his arms, when deep down he knew he was yearning for his younger lover's love, the feeling only he could give him.
The feeling of belonging.
After all, even a wolf can become tame…
"You're crushing me," Mokuba whispered and made pathetic attempts to wriggle out of Rafael's tight embrace. The lack of oxygen was still predominant in his muscles, he felt shaky and exhausted but at least his vision, and his scruffy side, were back to normal again. Well, almost.
Rafael rolled onto his back and stroked Mokuba's shoulders thoughtfully. His hands travelled downwards, rubbing the reddening butt cheeks with the back of his hand. His fingers fondled the sweetly swollen entrance, still sticky with cum and dipped into it, feeling the hot softness stretching around them. As he withdrew his fingers he felt his warm cream dribbling out of Mokuba's ass and sat up to watch.
"Pervert," Mokuba mumbled with his face in a pillow and tried to escape onto his side. But Rafael's hands pinned him down onto his stomach as their owner didn't want to be deprived of the sight of this delightful natural phenomenon.
"You didn't tell me to stop," Rafael said, lost in thought, as he ran his fingers through Mokuba's hair.
"I didn't need to," Mokuba replied and chuckled, "you stopped yourself."
There it was.
Seto Kaiba's cheeky little grin, a smile rich with superiority and distain. And yet, displayed on his brother's lips, there was something else…
Mokuba's eyes were different from his brother's. They sparkled.
They were trusting, those were eyes you could lose yourself in.
Or was that just Rafael's feral instinct talking…
"I didn't need to," Mokuba repeated a trifle quieter, "Because I could trust you. I knew you would stop before hurting me."
"You're being soppy again," Rafael said and ruffled the sweat soaked strands of hair hanging into Mokuba's face.
And yet, deep down, he knew that those soppy words meant the world to him.
Even though he'd never admit it. At least not as long as he was sober.
Mokuba lay curled up into a ball in Rafael's arms purring with delight whenever Rafael raked his fingers through his hair.
"Do you…" Mokuba began, rolling his head into the nape of his neck to give Rafael the cutest look he'd ever seen on him, "Just out of curiosity…Do you still have your bike?"
Rafael stroked him tenderly. "Why do you ask?" he asked back bluntly.
"I just thought…Can you give me a ride home?" Mokuba asked still sickly sweet.
"No."
"You can't take me home, or you can't take me home on your bike?" Mokuba kept on nagging.
"Both," Rafael replied while sitting up, "But if you beg me really nice, I may consider driving you home."
"So you still have your bike," Mokuba deducted, "Why can't you give me a ride?"
"We came here by car," Rafael pointed out.
"You're used to make unnecessary arrangements just for me," Mokuba said, "So you better come up with a good reason now."
"I don't ride it very often," Rafael explained after a while, "It symbolises everything I've left behind. The things I were and never want to be again. It's part of me, obviously, but it's locked up in a garage most of the time. Though I make sure to keep it close to me."
"Why?" Mokuba asked.
"Do you have any idea what these machines cost?" Rafael asked back, "I'd lose a fortune if it got stolen."
"And you never give it a ride?" Mokuba pressed on.
"Look, I can't take you home on the bike," Rafael sighed.
"Why not?"
"It would feel wrong," Rafael admitted quietly, momentarily lost in thought. Indeed, it would feel wrong to have someone accompany you when you've rode that bike on your own, building up your own strength, your resistance to loneliness.
"There's not enough room for two to sit comfortably. Would have worked on Alister's bike but not on mine."
"You always say, that I'm so petit and small, I won't take up much room," Mokuba insisted.
"You're a pain in the ass," Rafael sighed and Mokuba, knowing him for the time they had shared now, knew that Rafael was about to give in, "But if your brother catches us, he's going to kill us."
"You," Mokuba corrected and giggled, "He'd never lay a finger on me."
"That's as far as I can take you."
Mokuba took off his helmet and shook his head in a fruitless attempt to detangle his hair. His head was still racing, the heavenly bliss of pure adrenaline still washing over his mind.
Rafael had stopped near the gates of the mansion Mokuba called home and was looking more than worried.
"Come on, give me back that helmet," Rafael demanded while snatching it from his fingers.
Mokuba wrapped his arms around Rafael's shoulders and kissed him passionately and without thinking.
"Alright, get a move on," Rafael ruffled his hair nervously while detaching himself from his firm grip, "And try to get rid of that broad grin. You look like someone who has been fucked brain-dead."
Mokuba giggled cutely, still moving as if in a dream and thoughtlessly waving after him as Rafael disappeared among the roaring of his engine.
Something he instantly regretted as soon as he walked up the stairs to his room.
Someone must have seen them. Christ, someone must have seen them!
He rushed to his brother's private study, cursing himself for his clinginess and his lack of self-control.
He turned the knob to find the room locked. Inside of him relief and dread fought for dominance.
Seto wasn't here, he hadn't seen him, right?
Obviously he wasn't at home when his study, in which he was technically living, was locked in the afternoon, right?
Or he just couldn't answer the door because he was already organising a sniper for Rafael's assassination…
Mokuba hammered against the dark chestnut frame and rattled at the door, the cold dread slowly devouring him.
The room was dead-silent.
Then, finally, there was a rustling sound from within; a bed creaking in distress under the shifting weight on top of it.
There were two thuds as the obviously irritated owner of a shaking pair of feet felt the cold ground beneath their toes.
Someone cleared their throat.
"You... took your time," Seto sounded stressed and slightly distracted while unlocking the door and cracking it open. And yet his voice was reassuring, no, it rebuilt Mokuba's strength and confidence. His big brother was here, he'd probably been dozing until he had nastily woken him. But all the irrational fears were gone, Seto was at home and as real as ever, not threatening in the least way. In all his life had Mokuba never been so pleased to hear his brother's voice.
"I'm so sorry," Mokuba began while trying to remember what excuse for his absence he'd given Seto.
Either way he wasn't given enough time to either recall it or come up with a new lie as his brother merely nodded lost in thought. His eyes rested on a spot a few inches behind his head.
"I'm glad you're home already," Seto replied while looking over his own shoulder. Only now Mokuba noticed his brother's topless body.
But as he searched his brother's gaze he found the later one's attention drawn to the wardrobe beside his working desk.
"To be honest, I'm still very busy..." Seto explained, a strained sigh escaping his lips as he fumbled with the doorknob, "I'll check on you later if you don't mind."
"No, that's fine," Mokuba said and meant it; though he was slightly irritated by his brother's mental derangement.
Seto was never one to be absent-minded or careless, especially when it came to his little brother (who was still receiving more attention than he could bear). He was usually the one to give Mokuba the third degree and ask questions Mokuba didn't want to answer.
And he was 16. He was literally begging to be kept at bay.
Still.
Seto had never closed the door in front of his face when he'd come to his room before.
As Mokuba left he was too lost in his thoughts to notice the door shutting and closing once again before being locked up for good.
Neither did he hear a second voice, definitely not belonging to his brother, asking: "Is he gone?" before their owner dared to leave their hideout in the wardrobe.
No, Mokuba kept pondering why Seto would keep anything a secret from him.
The thought struck him like a thunderbolt. It wasn't something. It was someone.
Mokuba had reached his room by the time the prior incident had pieced itself together in his mind.
Seto wasn't hiding something. He was hiding someone.
Mokuba sat down on his bed, trying to digest the idea.
Someone must have been in Seto's room, Seto had been meeting up with someone. He... had probably been doing something indecent. Okay, judging by the guilty look on his face and the few incoherent words he'd greeted him with and the apparent lack of shirt... well, probably the lack of any clothes at all... Gosh, he must have caught him doing something really awkward!
Mokuba didn't know whether he should laugh or cry out of pure shock. He settled for something in the middle and giggled in bewilderment.
His mind was bubbling over with ideas.
Poor Seto. So far Mokuba hadn't even discovered whether Seto possessed any taste for sexuality at all. And now he had been unfortunate enough as to be interrupted by his own little brother while having sex. Probably being interrupted while having sex for the first time.
Mokuba hoped that he was mistaken and hadn't just prevented his brother from finally getting laid. No, that couldn't be it. Seto must have had sex before.
Well, he'd been around him most of the time, but somehow and somewhere he must have...
Well, the more he thought about it the more unrealistic it seemed.
For heaven's sake he had cock-blocked his own brother! No wonder Seto hadn't even dared looking at him. He probably thought that he didn't even know what it was he had been doing. Seto probably thought... no, Seto definitely thought that Mokuba was still as innocent as he looked.
To think that when he had suspected Seto of knowing about Rafael and him Seto must have suspected him of noticing what was going on in his private study...
Mind you, he caught himself wondering, what had been going on in Seto's study? And what was going on right now? Well, he couldn't just sneak to his room and hope for a peek at Seto's... well, partner.
Mokuba hadn't yet decided whether it would be a man or a woman that was sharing a bed with his brother. Probably even right now. While he was thinking about it.
Seto had always seemed so...androgynous and asexual.
Nevertheless he was now either shagging a woman or being ploughed by a man or shagging a man and being ploughed by a woman (if she wore one of those things Rafael had recently told him about that should bring equality among men and women, at least considering rapists).
And this was so wrong in so many ways.
Mokuba collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, unable to decide what to do next.
He knew that his relationship with Rafael had, despite his efforts of preventing it, made him more mature and considerate.
Still, he was 16 and wouldn't waste his youth just because of that. So he did the only sensible thing any teenager would do.
He grabbed his phone and messaged Rafael.
[I think Seto wanted to have sex for the first time today but I didn't let him. Dunno. Feels weird.]
Mokuba rolled onto his stomach and waited, his feet dangling impatiently up and down.
As soon as he heard the vibrating sound he stared at the display.
[I told you I'm not interested in incestuous porn. NO; SRSLY?! WHAT WAS THAT JUST ALL ABOUT?! CALL ME ASAP!]
