In the darkness of the parking lot Rafael felt a hand nestling between his thighs.
He'd just turned off the head lights and already Mokuba was getting cuddly.
"Wait until we're in our room," Rafael said before kissing Mokuba's cheek. Mokuba grabbed Rafael's neck and pulled him closer, his tongue darting between Rafael's soft lips to tantalize his mouth. He sucked and kissed his way across his throat before Rafael managed to pull away.

"I said wait," Rafael cursed under his breath and readjusted his tie.
"Horny," was all Mokuba managed to say before lunging at Rafael who fought him off politely but with adamant determination.
Rafael retrieved his key. Mokuba's hand clasped around his arm as he was about to open the door.

"I want a quickie. Here. In the car. Now." Mokuba took a deep breath and groaned into Rafael's ear.

"No."

Rafael had freed his arm and indicated to Mokuba to get out of the car as well. Mokuba crawled out awkwardly. He wasn't used to butterfly doors and hoped he'd never get to.
"Want you," Mokuba whispered sweetly as he snuggled up to Rafael, grabbing his hand enthusiastically and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Safe that for later," Rafael replied while detangling their fingers. He ruffled Mokuba's hair before placing and arm around his shoulders, "And tell your boner that it can't stick out like that right now."
"Then take care of it," Mokuba chuckled and gave a seductive sigh. He pulled Rafael to a stop and rubbed his groin against Rafael's thigh.
"This is a high-class wellness resort/hotel, they've got camera surveillance everywhere," Rafael stated solemnly. Heading for the elevator he dragged a moderately displeased Mokuba behind him.

Mokuba got shoved away by Rafael, who indicated with the nod the camera at the ceiling of the elevator, and thereby kept him from reaching for his lover's fly of the trousers.

Mokuba treated the elevator's panel to a quick glance. Rafael's hand lashed out to keep him from pressing the 'STOP' button just in time.
He pulled Mokuba's face upwards while glaring at him.
"All I ask of you is to behave like a decent human being until we're alone in our room," Rafael growled, "Do you think you can manage that?"

He instantly regretted his harsh tone. But at least it had sufficed to keep Mokuba off his chest, well actually off his balls, for now.

Mokuba had refused to stand by his side while Rafael chatted gentleman-like with the receptionist.
He noticed her eyes resting on Mokuba who retorted a huffish glare.
"Room No 302 it was?" Rafael asked as politely as possible. He cleared his throat before glaring over his shoulder at Mokuba.
"Yes, sir," the receptionist nodded while retrieving the keys, "Three exquisite rooms and a balcony. The view from up there is more than refreshing and puts you in mind of an authentic recreation -oasis in the Alps."
"I'm sure it does," Rafael agreed. He was unsettled to find Mokuba still sulking.

The keys were placed in front of Rafael only to be snatched from under his fingers from Mokuba who treated them to a critical glare. Then his eyes rose to meet Rafael's.
"Come on, let's go," Mokuba grumbled while grabbing Rafael's hand and tugging at it impatiently.

Rafael noticed the square look the receptionist shot him and smiled a bit embarrassed. "You'll have to excuse my...companion's behaviour," he apologized while clearing his throat.

Mokuba turned to make sure he had the receptionist's full attention.
"But daddy...!" he complained, a vicious glint in his eyes.
Rafael coughed nervously as he returned to the elevator with him.

"Don't think about suffocating me," Mokuba said cheekily as soon as they were alone in the elevator, "there are surveillance camera's everywhere."

Rafael said nothing. He remained silent even after he had closed room No 302's door behind them and, to Mokuba's displeasure, fully clothed too.
"Come on, I'm sure they have no cameras here," Mokuba said while pulling off his shirt. He disposed of his trousers before bouncing up and down on the bed experimentally.
He locked gazes with Rafael before patting the empty space beside him invitingly.

"Why did you say that?" Rafael growled. He needed all his strength to control himself and not slap Mokuba across the face, "Why for heaven's sake did you tell her that you were my son?"
"I thought it was funny," Mokuba tried defending his actions while hugging Rafael, "You really should have seen the look on her face. Not to mention the look on your face..."
"It's not funny, it's weird and most of all it is disgusting," Rafael replied and groaned, hiding his face behind his hands.

"Okay, I didn't behave, I deserve to be punished for that," Mokuba agreed. He got onto all fours and presented his round and soft backside to Rafael, "Spank me."

"No," Rafael stated in dead earnest while pulling out his laptop, "I'll have a look what other hotels are close by."
"Don't make such a fuzz about it," Mokuba sighed while snuggling up to Rafael again, "She certainly won't sneak around the rooms and listen at the doors."

"Why does it always have to be incest?" Rafael asked after a quick glance at his laptop.

"No expensive hotel nearby?" Mokuba deducted.

"I'm serious. Why do you have to bring up the subject of incest again?" Rafael went on while stuffing the laptop back into his briefcase.

Mokuba shrugged.
"Why can't you admit that I'm your toy-boy?" Mokuba asked.
"I won't deny it," Rafael replied.
"That's not the same thing," Mokuba pointed out.
"Is this really what this is all about?" Rafael asked.
Mokuba folded his arms.
"No."

Rafael rolled his eyes while taking off his jacket. "Then what is it?"

Mokuba shrugged again. "Nothing," he replied eventually, "I was just mad at you for denying me pleasure." His face brightened up. "Okay, I'm sorry. So can we please get on with the foreplay? My ass is itching for your big cock."
"You should probably have it looked at, then," Rafael replied but retorted a soft smile.

Mokuba grabbed Rafael's tie and loosened it up, nearly throttling him while pulling it over his head. He kissed his neck, ran his fingers over his strong body anxiously, moaning softly while gasping for air.

There was a knock.
Both of them turned to see the door slowly opening.
Mokuba got pushed back onto the bed while Rafael turned.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, sir, I've only just noticed that the bedroom has a double bed," the meek voice of the receptionist protruded from the door.
Rafael got up and adjusted his shirt before heading for the door.

"It's no inconvenience," Mokuba assured her. He sat on the bed in his underwear, with his arms folded in front of his chest.
The receptionist, daring to push back the door further, caught a glimpse of the scantily dressed body of Mokuba lounging on the bed. Her jaw almost dropped. She stared at him in shock before turning to Rafael.
Rafael smiled at her. Being used to awkward situations wasn't much of a help now.

"You may go now," Mokuba ordered the perplexed receptionist, who was visibly struggling to come to terms with what was going on, out, "As I said: everything is alright."

Mokuba treated her to a long and penetrating stare. It was something he'd learned from his big brother: let others know that you're superior, that they have to obey you and they will do as they're told.
A self-satisfied smile danced across his lips as the door was shut almost instantly.

Rafael remained at the door and took a deep breath.

"You probably shouldn't have answered that door," Mokuba explained before rolling onto his stomach, "But never mind. I'm getting cold and I need you to warm me."

Rafael returned to the bed.

"That nosy little squirt," Mokuba chuckled dismissively in remembrance of the intruding receptionist while he tugged at Rafael's belt impatiently.

But to Mokuba's displeasure Rafael detached his fingers from his belt buckle and busied himself with compiling his clothes, obviously to get dressed.
Mokuba darted forward and grabbed Rafael's tie. He rubbed it over his thighs, let the soft fabric brush over his skin…he felt his flesh tingling at the warmth of the cloth, Rafael's warmth, so close to him and so soft and tender…

Rafael snatched the tie from Mokuba's trembling fingers and let it disappear in the pockets of his trousers.
"You're not going to please yourself with any of my belongings," Rafael stated quite clearly.

"Most of all it's your job to please me," Mokuba purred while rolling around on the bed.

Rafael sighed. He looked tired and the overall strained expression had worsened.
"Sorry," he mumbled eventually while collapsing onto the bed, "I'm not in the mood."

Mokuba cocked his head to one side and treated his otherwise virile lover to a long stare. He brushed over his tensed back and caressed his neck.
"But you're..." Mokuba began but fell silent as Rafael sighed.

"It's not just the act you've put up before the receptionist that killed my sex-drive," Rafael went on, "Well, mostly it is because of that. I've had enough of your strange fetishes."
"It's not a fetish," Mokuba protested by Rafael signalled him to hear him out first: "I'm not saying that I'm not going to sleep with you ever again. Even though it feels like this at the moment. Either way right now I'm not in the mood so you better start thinking about how you want to spend your time before dinner."

Having said that Rafael pulled his laptop into his lap and started working on it.

Mokuba, dumbfounded, observed his busy friend disbelievingly at first. Then he started snuggling up to Rafael, purred into his ear, licked his fingers while he was typing, kissed his neck, tried distracting him with shamelessly loud moaning and dug his hands into Rafael's pants whenever possible, hoping to feel just one treacherous twitch of his soft cock beneath his touch.

Rafael ignored Mokuba up to the point where aforementioned teenager was about to perform fellatio on his flash-drive.
"You're getting it all wet," Rafael pulled Mokuba's head upwards before glowering at him. Between his clenched teeth Mokuba held the flash-drive and chuckled.
"I said I don't feel like doing you here and now and that's that," Rafael pointed out, trying to sound austere and serious.
Like an adult.

"Okay dad," Mokuba replied before ducking under Rafael's hand and giggling uncontrollably.

Rafael took a deep breath. He rammed the flash-drive back home and tried to overcome the strong urge to strangle Mokuba.

"Don't you want to punish me?" Mokuba asked playfully. He sat down on one of Rafael's thighs and rubbed his most delicate spots against the warm flesh underneath him. "I've been a bad boy, daddy..."
"Enough of this," Rafael took a deep breath. He struggled to free his body from Mokuba's oppression, "You're only making it worse."

Mokuba retorted a dirty chuckle. Rafael buried his face in his hands.

"Come on," Mokuba teased, "I've felt your violently pulsing flesh; you're itching to ram that thing deep into me..."
"It just won't work, alright?" Rafael replied huffish.

"Maybe we need something to get you started," Mokuba pointed out. He presented himself to Rafael, peeked seductively over his shoulder while running his hands over his shivering body. He groaned, softly at first but soon with the wild and intimate anticipation Rafael loved.
Mokuba guided Rafael's hands over his calves, let them dart for cover between his thighs and nestle against his groin.

Stifled hisses escaped Mokuba's lips as he felt Rafael's warm fingers pressed against his half-hard cock. They patted the slowly protruding bump in his shorts, felt him up, headed for his tight entrance only to take a different turn and patrol the tenderest flesh, Mokuba's smooth testicles

Rafael was allowing Mokuba his own pleasure, yes. But he wasn't joining in.

Mokuba breathed heavily while rolling onto his stomach. He separated his legs, thrust out his buttocks and, with his hands firmly clenching his buttcheeks, presented his gaping entrance to Rafael.
"Come on," Mokuba groaned before his head sank back into the duvet, "I want you. Now."

Rafael hesitated.
He was weighing his options; he was thinking instead of obediently succumbing to his sex drive.

There was the faintest sound of deep and powerful moans, moans escaping from youthful lungs, from a body twitching in lust-fuelled ecstasy.
Both Mokuba and Rafael stopped their half-hearted foreplay to listen to whatever the next room's occupant was doing.
Another voice joining in on the roar of frenzy identified their neighbours as a couple. Or simply fuck buddies.

Mokuba strained his ears and listened before grabbing Rafael's hands.
Maybe that would do the trick...

"You like that, don't you?" Mokuba asked heatedly, "Don't tell me listening in on their intimate conversation isn't a massive turn on..."
Mokuba's fingers patrolled Rafael's abdomen before dashing towards his trousers. After unzipping his pants he shoved his hand between Rafael's slowly swelling cock and the slightly stretched material desperately trying to hide his arousal.
Mokuba massaged some life into Rafael's proud organ, giving him a fast and slick hand job until his thickening cock would pop out of the trouser's fly.

Mokuba admired his handiwork and leaned down to place a sopping kiss on Rafael's member when he felt Rafael grabbing his hair and pulling his head back upwards.
With a low growl droning in his throat Mokuba rested his head on Rafael shoulders, kissing his neck instead of his beloved dick.

"Oh yes... yes, oh God yes... oh God, deeper..."

Mokuba chuckled at the ecstatic outbursts from the lovers next door.
"It sounds like his partner really is spoiling him."

"And he's kind enough to let us know that he's a religious man," Rafael added. He stared disapprovingly at his protruding and pulsing member.
Mokuba rolled his eyes.

"He's enjoying himself," Mokuba pointed out as his hands started a new attempt to coddle Rafael's most sensitive spots, "And you should follow his example..."
"If my ears are not mistaken he's the recipient of the act of anal sex currently performed in the adjacent room in contrast to me, as I am sure that I may function as the donor in our carnal settlement," Rafael replied bluntly.
"You make that sound really boring," Mokuba protested. He ran his fingers over Rafael's chest and stripped him off his shirt.

"Sex is boring when you're not up for it," Rafael explained as he brought himself to fondling Mokuba's shoulders, "and awkward too."

They sat in silence while waiting for the pair from next door to produce more than lust filled groans.
Well, for Mokuba it would have been enough; hell, it would have been enough for him to pretend that someone was next door and would listen in on them.
As long as he was horny anything would do.
But he wanted Rafael to feel it too. Rafael could be monster, a raging beast in bed. And he really wanted to be savaged by his lust.

"Oh for fuck's sake... fuck yes, do it... do it! Oh yeah, Oh God...!"

"A little screamer," Rafael commented unmoved by the recent events next door.
"Sounds cute, doesn't he?" Mokuba asked. He scrambled into Rafael lap and tried fuelling his lust by rocking his hips against Rafael's.
"Maybe we should ask him if he wants to join us. That is, if it's alright for his friend... well, he could watch..."

Rafael didn't even bother to consider this and brushed aside Mokuba's suggestion with a gruff "No".

"Never had a threesome before?" Mokuba teased. He grabbed Rafael's shoulders to ride him more steadily.
"What do you think?" Rafael asked.
Mokuba gave this some thought.

"You like to pretend that you've got big balls," Mokuba bantered.
This comment succeeded in wrenching a smile from Rafael's lips.
"I'm sure you've experienced yourself that I don't have to pretend anything..." Rafael remarked slyly and reached down to stroke Mokuba's ass before grasping his own testicles and rubbing them playfully against Mokuba's back entrance.

"You're also a screamer, aren't you?" Rafael asked as bickering turned into verbal stimulus, "Well, supposing you know your ass is going to get impaled despite lacking any sort of lubrication I bet you'd scream your head off…"

Mokuba locked gazes with Rafael. He stared into those icy blue eyes and got drawn into their depthless coldness. He couldn't read his eyes. Rafael's face might betray his thoughts; but his eyes were the empty, featureless flames glowing in the darkest abyss of his skull.
The inexpressive eyes of a predator.
And they remained a mystery to Mokuba.

Therefore Mokuba tried not to flinch as Rafael yanked his hips towards his body. A self-satisfied smile ran across his lips at the sound of Mokuba finally daring to breathe out.
"You wouldn't put it past me to shag you raw," Rafael commented with a smirk, "I thought you could trust me this much."
"I trust you. I didn't scream for help," Mokuba replied while sinking into Rafael's lap, "Also I know you well enough and trust you enough to not trust you with my ass. I know my precious assets make your blood boil."

Before Rafael could have replied a snappy remark Mokuba had slipped his fingers into Rafael's mouth and brushed over his tongue, demanding its full attention. Inevitably Rafael sucked at them and treated them to the tenderest oral delights he was capable of.
As his fingers were slick and dripping Mokuba retrieved them only to let his hands travel further downward and stretch his anus playfully.
In anticipation of the impending intrusion Rafael flipped Mokuba onto his stomach and pulled apart his sweet pink back entrance and spat at, and at some points into, the gaping hole to facilitate a smoother penetration.

Mokuba looked over his shoulder while pressing his chest onto the bed and lifting his rear end.

"Oh yes… oh fuck yes…oh God… oh…"

With a deep sigh and a throttled yelp from Mokuba Rafael bore into his body and stopped, giving Mokuba the time he needed to catch his breath and get used to the feeling of his extremely swollen cock inside of him.
Mokuba's ass was extremely tight but would stretch around Rafael's length soon enough. It remained a mystery to Rafael why Mokuba, who kept humping and begging him for more at the first opportunity, wasn't, well… worn-out and more spaciously by now. But for some reason the smaller and tender body stayed small and tender.
And apart from the opening thrust it was extremely pleasurable…

"Yeah, come on… come on… give it to me… please, oh God…"

Rafael grinded his hips against Mokuba's rear end. "Can't he be private about anything?" he asked a bit unnerved and grunted. Ploughing Mokuba's arse was a pleasure worth the effort; but it was an effort nonetheless.
"Would you rather have me squealing like that?" Mokuba asked and gave it a try himself, "Oh yes, oh please yes, I want it deeper!"

Rafael showed his disaffirmation by taking the air out of Mokuba's lungs by forcing him face down into the bed.
"The sound of you struggling for air beneath my body will do," Rafael stated quite clearly while grabbing Mokuba's neck and pulling his head upwards again.
Mokuba, panting like mad bucked up and grinded against the mattress himself as his nether regions felt the sweet velvety touch of the duvet beneath them.
He turned his head and, out of the corner of his eyes, took a glimpse of Rafael kneeling behind him. The feeling of his warm limbs clashing against his rhythmically as he penetrated him slowly but with passion was sending shivers down his spine.

The duvet cover felt hot and sticky beneath his hands. Mokuba dug his nails into the mattress and grabbed the cover as Rafael hit the most sensitive spots deep inside of him, thereby eliciting the sweetest guttural moans from him.
Mokuba growled and swore as he penetrated the sheets, his cock drilling vigorously into the soft but soon badly stained fabric.

"Oh God, yes… give it to me… yeah, give it to me… come on… give it to me… please give it to me…!"

This time Rafael raised his voice, angered by their room's neighbour's erratic outbursts and in an attempt to spur their partner further on:
"For fuck's sake can someone please give it to him?"

The moaning and cursing next door continued despite Rafael's request.
Mokuba couldn't help chuckling beneath him before moaning aloud – Rafael's veiny cock really felt too good right now. His head was forced into the nape of his neck as Rafael yanked at his hair while picking up the pace.
Hurting Mokuba was the thing while building up his climax; Mokuba was too overwhelmed, too fascinated and impassioned by his own feelings he had trouble channelling them to let them reach their zenith. Rafael knew that Mokuba was too inexperienced and irritated while he got shagged, that he was struggling to stay on top of his actions, of his mind while his body showered him in these unearthly sensations.
A bit of physical pain was a good way to keep him grounded.
Rafael mused that it would soon be time to let Mokuba in on the secrets of bondage, of pain and pleasure, of the gratification of bottomless devotion…
Despite his age he was… well, Mokuba was eager to learn and tough. But Mokuba couldn't even trust himself when he was getting aroused.
Rafael gave a grunt while pulling at Mokuba's hair.
Maybe some other time.

Beneath him Mokuba howled and tried to escape Rafael's grip while struggling to stay as close to his violently thrashing cock as possible.
He fought for breath and, as Rafael slowly detached his hand, toppled forward, staining the sheets beneath him as he, without warning, ejaculated onto the bedding.

Rafael enjoyed the aftershocks of Mokuba's orgasm prickling through his body as his thrusts became fast and close.

"Oh God yes… oh yes…"

The sudden outburst and the long drawn-out sigh was a sure sign that the couple next door had finally reached the peak of their climax. To Rafael's pleasure their audible love show was finally subsiding.

"Finally," Rafael growled under his breath before retrieving his cock. He flipped a barely resisting Mokuba onto his back, spread and lifted his legs before pressing ahead one last time while giving Mokuba the deepest massage of his pelvic floor he's ever had.

As always Rafael ejaculated inside Mokuba with just the faintest sign of relief on his face. He released a quiet grunt before pulling out, his hot sperm sloshing out of Mokuba's stretched anal cavity almost instantly.
But to his surprise he felt the hot droplets of Mokuba's fresh sperm blazing a trail down his stomach. Rafael couldn't help priding himself with making Mokuba come twice while shagging him.

Nonetheless Mokuba was back on his shaky legs in less than a minute and was, as he assured Rafael, in dire need of a wash after their exhausting amorous adventure.
Rafael didn't feel that neither he nor his partner needed to wash right; before long he would plough Mokuba's cute arse again.
But Mokuba insisted which offered him the perfect opportunity to step outside on the balcony, barely modestly dressed in just his underwear and his shirt, and take in the beautiful backdrop surrounding the hotel.

It wasn't long before the balcony's door from next room got pushed open.
Rafael turned and took a glimpse over the obviously too low partition wall, illustrated in the traditional Chinese fashion of two red crown cranes, and stared.

In total shock Alister stared back.

"You…" Rafael managed to mumble before his eyes were drawn to the slightly ajar door through which Alister had just emerged. Strangely enough Rafael couldn't have recognized his voice, which was rather unsettling. He'd heard Alister cry and scream, back then he had accompanied him and supported him when he had been struggling with his emotions… well obviously not all emotions.
He couldn't help wondering what Alister's orgasm face would look like. And he hated himself for realizing that he was blushing
"And what escapade has led you here?" Rafael eventually managed to ask.

"A business trip," Alister stammered. He evaded Rafael's gaze as he was visibly humiliated.
"Who are you accompanying?" Rafael asked but felt his blood curdling as he heard a too familiar voice emerging from the slightly ajar door.

"Honey?"

Rafael ducked in dire need of shelter as a half-naked Seto Kaiba with the most relaxed facial expression he had ever seen on him stepped out onto the balcony.

"Who were you talking to?" Seto went on while wrapping his arms around Alister's chest and pulling him gently closer.

"It…our neighbour…" Alister mumbled while turning his head aside, hoping to thereby distract his lover while Rafael was slowly retreating to his room.
But he could have sworn that he'd felt Seto's stare in his neck and feared that the suddenly exclaimed: "Wait!" had been addressed to him.

He slammed the balcony's door shut and started searching for his clothes.

Mokuba tottered back into the room, naked and without the slightest hint of shame.

"No round two?" Mokuba asked perplexed.
Rafael shoved Mokuba's clothes into his unresisting hands.

"Later," Rafael promised him nervously, "But first you'll have to impress me with your skills at creeping down a corridor in complete silence."