Yuugi actually was devious. Because Yami didn't know that, he was currently tied to a chair, shirtless, and blindfolded. And Yuugi was sitting in his lap, smirking. Yami's breathing was erratic, heartbeat quickening. Yuugi placed his palms on Yami's chest and shifted slightly, earning himself a gasp from the friction caused. Every move Yuugi made garnered a moan from Yami. Though Yuugi was slowly driving Yami insane with lust, it wasn't enough for Yami. He wanted Yuugi squirming underneath him, arching into his touches. Yuugi's erotic lap dance was turning him on. He wanted Yuugi. The lap dance wasn't enough.