Bakura held his breath and shuddered as an orgasm trembled through him. He exhaled and slumped over Marik, white body damp with sweat and his thighs still shaking. He sat straddled on top of Marik, leaning forward in order to twine their fingers together.
Marik smiled up at Bakura. Both lavender eyes flashed in the lamp light, bright with a blend of want and affection. Bakura drew his lips against Marik's and then whispered into Marik's ear. "I love you."
"I love you," Marik whispered back.
Bakura smirked and began circling his hips again. Marik gasped, closing his eyes. He hadn't finished yet. Bakura moved faster, but his fingers remained intertwined with Marik's the entire time.