Marik grabbed Bakura's wrist, kissing along the pulse-point below Bakura's palm. Bakura's eyes half closed as Marik worked. Marik trailed down Bakura's arm, kissing his way back to Bakura's chest.
"I wasn't done with you, yet," Bakura said, but his voice sounded soft and mellow, so it ruined the argumentative effect he tried to give the words.
"I told you – you were on a time limit." Marik's tone was similar to Bakura's. They could have swore at each other at that moment and it'd sound like pillow talk.
"You said the blindfold had a time limit."
Marik smiled between kisses. He'd reached Bakura's shoulder and began covering Bakura's chest with kisses. "And I tore the blindfold off. Now it's my turn."
Bakura chuckled. "Your turn? You make this sound like a duel."
Marik swirled his tongue around Bakura's nipple, enjoying the way Bakura bucked his chest up as Marik's tongue grazed Bakura's skin. "If we were playing Duel Monsters I'd have to wait until you declared your end phase."
"Half the time you don't wait then, either." Bakura sighed, more because of Marik's mouth against his body rather than anything to do with their conversation.
"You take too long to make up your mind."
"It's called strategy." Bakura reached out to where he'd set the feather aside and picked up a bottle of lube next to it. He handed the plastic bottle to Marik with a wink. "You need to be prepared for anything."
Marik took the lube. Their conversation died away as Marik slipped inside Bakura; their normal back-and-forth dialogue replaced by heavy breathing. Too soon, Marik felt himself reaching his peak. Bakura's extended foreplay had Marik too worked up. He looked down at Bakura, focusing on him in order to slow the rush of pleasure building up in Marik's groin. He brushed hair away from Bakura's cheeks, and kissed his neck. He used his lube-slick hand to stroke Bakura and bring him closer.
"I wanted to see you," Marik whispered in Bakura's ear.
He glanced at Marik, brown eyes clouded with lust. "What?"
"The blindfold wasn't bothering me. I just wanted to look at you."
Bakura replied with a little noise, too far gone for talking. Marik continued to stroke him, and to suck on Bakura's throat. He kept his thrust slow and hard. Each time he pushed forward, Bakura exhaled a loud, high-pitched breath.
When Bakura grabbed Marik's ass to encourage Marik to go deeper, then he knew Bakura was close enough to speed up. He gave Bakura's throat one last kiss before he quickened his pace. Bakura's breathing changed to moans. He bucked into Marik's thrusts although it forced Marik to slow down his stroking. It didn't matter, however, because seconds later Bakura arched his back and shouted Marik's name. The sound of his name out of Bakura's mouth stripped the last control away from Marik. A minute later, Marik shouted Bakura's name in return.