They sat on the couch watching t.v., which meant Bakura watched t.v. while Marik read another book. Bakura felt his eyes closing. He knew he should go to sleep, but also knew Marik wouldn't budge off the couch until he finished his chapter, so Bakura allowed his eyes to drift shut as he leaned on Marik's shoulder.
Marik leaned over until his mouth was next to Bakura's ear, breath hot and voice sultry. "What number are we on?"
Bakura's eyes shot open, a sudden wakefulness overcoming him. "I think we're on seven."
"Seven," Marik said as if mulling the number over in his mind. "All right."
He swung himself down to the carpet, kneeling in front of Bakura and smirking. Bakura swallowed, his heart rate quickening before Marik even touched him. Marik leaned against Bakura's left thigh, tracing patterns into Bakura's jean leg and staring at Bakura's crotch as if it were an exhibit at an art gallery.
Bakura tried not to squirm. He knew Marik got off when watching Bakura get needy, so he made Marik earn each moment. However, the closer Marik's fingers danced to Bakura's crotch, the more he wanted to nudge himself closer to Marik's hand.
Marik licked his bottom lip. "Wonder if I can make you beg for it."
Now Bakura was shifting his body into Marik's touch. He couldn't help it. "If you do, it doesn't count as part of the ten – those are given not asked for."
Marik thought that over. "Still might be worth it."
"Marik," Bakura hissed.
Marik grinned as he removed Bakura's pants. As soon as his mouth touched Bakura's skin, Bakura moaned. He shifted himself in and out of Marik's mouth, using Marik's hair like reigns.
Marik purred, sending vibrations through Bakura's shaft.
"Shit," Bakura slammed his eyes shut and moved a little quicker.
Marik pulled back a moment, stroking Bakura with a clenched fists. "Do I get to take you after this?"
Bakura nodded his head, though at that moment he would have agreed to anything. Marik rewarded his answer with his mouth sinking back down Bakura's phallus.