Fortunately for Joey, Seto didn't plan on using his lunch break for Joey's "punishment." He gave him the rest of the day to dread and anticipate it. When Seto came home that evening, he went straight to his room and summoned Joey to him.

"You want me to use that?" Joey stared in disbelief at the night drake dildo in Kaiba's hands—already quite a sight to behold: he never imagined he'd see the brunette offering up an imitation dragon penis to him—and looked back at Seto's eyes. "It's huge."

"I used it." Seto sounded so smug, and it annoyed the blond. So that thing had taken his place, huh?

"Then I think that you're the one who needs to be punished, Seto Kaiba."

Joey knocked the toy out of the other's hands and yanked him down into a hungry kiss. He nipped at Seto's lips, making the brunette moan. He worked on the other's shirt and tie as they kissed, only pulling back to breathe once they had fallen to the floor.

"You can't replace me that easily, Seto."

Joey turned, pulling Seto with him, and pushed the brunette down onto the bed. Seto sat there, leaning back on his hands, legs dangling over the edge, with a faint smile of challenge.

"Prove it, Joey."

Seto hadn't planned on Joey getting jealous of the toy. Actually, he'd counted on him being intimidated by it, then Seto would have used it on him, refusing to let him come until he begged for Seto to be inside him instead. But this could be just as fun.

Joey was staring down at him, taking in a sight that he had sorely missed. He surprised Seto by reaching out and caressing the scars on his neck.

"Did you really think that after everything we've been through together, I wasn't dying inside from being away from you?"

Joey leaned over and kissed him, not letting Seto answer. He didn't need to hear it again. All he needed was for Seto to think of him and only him.

Nobody else.

Nothing else.

Joey's fingers slid all over Seto's bare chest as they kissed while Seto unbuckled his own belt. When the brunette reached for Joey's, the blond broke the kiss and stepped back. Seto's hands followed him but Joey grabbed them and held them together and away from his pants. The brunette looked up at him with annoyance.

"Wait right there, Seto, you've given me an idea."

Joey smirked as he walked back to their closet. He quickly found their drawer of sex toys and was first greeted by two more fantasy dildos—knowing Seto, they were also supposed to be dragons. Though Joey looked forward to making Kaiba describe those particular fantasies in excruciating detail, now wasn't the time for those. No, he was looking for something else. He grabbed the lube, the blindfold, and the handcuffs. That should be enough for now.

"I saw your other dragon friends, Seto," Joey said as he emerged from the closet. He was smugly satisfied that his husband hadn't moved an inch from where he left him. "It doesn't matter how many of them you have, they'll never be as good as me."

"Is that so?" Seto arched an eyebrow at him, but he sounded a touch breathless.

Joey dropped the lube on the bed and fastened the blindfold over those piercing blue eyes. Seto held up his hands. He'd seen the handcuffs, and he was ready for them. Joey smiled. He had assumed that he'd need to ask for permission to use them at all.

"You always find a way to surprise me." Joey placed a kiss on his cheek and carefully snapped the padded handcuffs around his wrists. Not tight enough to pinch, not loose enough to slip out of. It was the only pair they owned, but it had been chosen with care: padded for comfort and with a safety button the wearer could reach. Joey quickly stripped off his own clothes and pushed Seto back until he was laying down.

"I know you like being formal," Joey teased as he unfastened Seto's pants and started tugging. "But I think you're overdressed."

Once the pants were off, Joey threw them to the floor with all their other clothes. His hands went back to Seto's body, stroking his thighs, his abs, his chest, his sides, feeling every inch of him except what he most wanted Joey to touch.

"You've been taking care of yourself," Joey observed, rather pleased that his husband had handled his absence so well. Based on what he could see and feel, Seto hadn't stopped eating or working out while he was gone; even more importantly, he hadn't done something else, which was a significant relief. The last time the two of them had separated, they both relapsed, and it had hurt.

Seto didn't reply, just sighed his approval as Joey's hands went back to his thighs, lifting his hips off the bed a little. He wanted more. Joey could remember when this light touch would have been lost on the brunette completely. But now, that touch was just as much of a taunt as the blond intended it to be.

"Do you remember when you used these handcuffs on me in Vegas?" Joey asked, hands stroking Seto's hips now. "Do you remember how you fucked me until I couldn't stand anymore?"

"Yes," Seto breathed out. He'd been keeping his hands close to his chest so far, one hand grasping at the chain. Now Joey leaned forward, his crotch pressing in between Seto's legs, and grabbed the chain. He pushed it up over Seto's head, forcing his arms up into an undeniably submissive posture. Joey licked his lips.

"Don't you think it's time I returned the favor?"

"If you say so."

That answer wasn't good enough.

"If you don't want it, then you won't get it." Joey licked Seto's cheek. "I don't know you want it unless you ask for it."

"Joey…" Seto's chest heaved.

The blond watched his husband's lips twitching as he tried to will the words out.

"Do you want me to let go of your hands?"

"No."

Joey smirked.

"What do you want from me, Seto?"

"I want you to fuck me." The words escaped his mouth as a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Please, Joey, please…"

The catch in his voice made Joey bite his own lip. He was actually pleading for it. Joey hadn't even had to push him that far, and he was already begging.

Seto felt Joey's body move away from his and his arms were pulled forward.

"Stand up."

Seto obeyed, sitting up and standing as Joey continued to pull and lift his hands. When he felt the brush of skin on the insides of his arms, he suddenly understood. Joey was standing inside the loop of Seto's arms, trapped in his embrace. The moment the brunette realized this, his hands went down, grabbing Joey's ass in both hands and pulling him closer. His partner laughed and kissed him hard, indulging in the friction of their tongues and their bodies. Then hands settled on Seto's shoulders and Joey broke the kiss. When he whispered, Seto could feel his breath on his cheek.

"Down."

A little push was all it took, and Seto released Joey's ass obediently, bending his legs to slide downwards.

"On your knees."

The brunette didn't need any further instructions. It wasn't hard to find Joey's swollen member and wrap his lips around it, tongue pressed to the tip. He placed his hands on the back of Joey's thighs, just barely able to reach them both while restrained. The blond hissed and grabbed Seto's hair, rocking his hips forward. Seto's moan was muffled, but Joey felt it vibrating along his dick, and it made him gasp. Unlike Seto, Joey hadn't found an alternative outlet during their separation. After four months of pent-up frustration, he was finally going to get his release.

"Shit," Joey groaned, closing his own eyes as he held Seto's head close. "This was a bad idea…"

But that eager tongue rubbing the underside of his member felt too good for him to stop. Joey rocked his hips steadily, fingers wrapped around Seto's hair to keep him close. Despite Joey's forcefulness, Seto was still sucking with enthusiasm, his jaw slack to keep his teeth from scraping Joey's skin.

Joey shouting "Fuck!" was the only warning Seto got before the blond yanked him close, the roots of his hair stinging as Joey's cock penetrated his throat, painting the back of it with his cum. After a few moments, Joey realized that Seto was struggling, so he pulled Seto's head away. The brunette opened his mouth, his tongue out, dragging along the underside again. The tip of Joey's member balanced on Seto's tongue, still twitching as the last of his cum oozed out, and Joey only had one response to such a shamefully wanton image.

"Damn."

Unbidden, Seto took Joey back into his mouth, licking him all over and swallowing everything. Joey chuckled and stroked his hair.

"You wanna know why I kept you handcuffed for this part?"

Seto hummed against Joey's member, still hard despite his climax.

"Because I didn't want you touching yourself."

Joey pulled Seto's head away, but fully this time. The brunette was panting, his tongue hanging out slightly as if he was ready to suck again.

"That's my job, Seto. I'm the only one allowed to touch you."

Joey's grip on his hair tightened momentarily. It was hard to get a read on Seto's reactions with the blindfold obscuring half of his face, but Joey didn't plan on removing it until he was done. He needed Seto's focus to be on him and only him. Joey released his hair and pushed Seto's hands off of his thighs so he could step out of the circle formed by the brunette's arms.

"Do you still want me to fuck you?"

A rhetorical question, because Joey could clearly see Seto's own erection now, but he didn't ask because he didn't know the answer.

"Yes, Joey, please." Seto's hands came to rest on his knees as he sat back on his heels. "Please fuck me, Joey, please."

Seto looked so obedient and tame that it made Joey just want to wreck him even more.

"You look so cute like that." Joey stood back, admiring Seto like a piece of art. "It almost makes me want to take you right now on the floor."

He could see the brunette's body shivering at the suggestion.

"Almost," Joey repeated, and his husband's shoulders lost a little of their rigidity. "Get on the bed."

As he watched Seto's graceless ascension to their bed, Joey walked up to the edge himself. Once the brunette was sitting sideways near the head of the bed, he turned to face the direction where he'd last heard his lover's voice.

"Joey?"

The blond was opening his mouth to answer when Seto spoke again.

"You didn't leave, did you?" The fearful quiver in his voice was just too much.

"I'm still here," the blond assured him immediately, crawling over and reaching out to caress Seto's cheek. His hand was quickly ensnared, held in place as the brunette pressed his cheek into Joey's palm.

"Don't leave."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Joey took hold of Seto's hands and guided them to the base of the headboard, his body twisting in the process of obeying. "Keep your hands here until I say you can move them."

"What happens if I move them?"

Joey answered Seto's timid question by lightly smacking his ass. The brunette gasped.

"If you move them, you lose."

That should be more than enough to keep him in place. Joey moved his hands to Seto's body, sliding him into the position he wanted: face in the pillow, chest to the mattress, ass in the air, his arms, of course, fully extended and bracing himself on the headboard. Not only did this keep Seto's hands occupied, it would help keep him in place. Kaiba's expensive bed sheets could be a touch slippery sometimes.

It was finally time for the lube. Joey grabbed the bottle and settled himself between his partner's legs. He coated one finger with the sticky gel and slid it into Seto's entrance with unexpected ease.

"You used one of those toys last night, didn't you?"

He pulled his finger out and grabbed the bottle again.

Seto turned his head to face Joey with that signature smirk.

"Maybe."

Joey spanked him again, a little harder than last time.

"I hope you made it good, because that was the last time. Got it?"

Seto grunted his assent and turned his face back into the pillow. Moments later, he was gasping as three fingers were pushed inside.

"Joey…" he moaned, eyes closed behind the blindfold. Oh, how he'd missed this.

The blond pumped his fingers in and out, then stopped and spread them instead, stretching his insides.

"Joey?"

"Yeah?"

"Please touch me." His voice quivered pathetically.

"No." Joey pressed a kiss to the base of his spine. "Not yet."

"Not fair," Seto choked out as Joey splayed his fingers again.

Joey almost answered back with a quip but bit his tongue. Kaiba already knew how unfair life was, and he didn't need a reminder of that fact.

The blond removed his hand and filled his palm with lube, a wicked smile on his face.

"I'll touch you soon, but not yet." Joey's voice was hoarse with need. He changed his position between his lover's legs and coated himself with the gel. Joey pressed his tip to Seto's entrance, and that sensation alone drew out a whimper. Joey pushed a little, just enough to get his tip inside.

"Are you ready?" Joey asked, purely for the fun of teasing Seto at this point.

"Yes," he choked out, voice higher than he would have liked it to be.

Then Joey thrust hard , completely burying himself inside his husband. The act had elicited a strangled cry from his partner, causing Joey to reach out and stroke his side.

The brunette's brain seemed to melt in response since all words left him. The only sounds he could make were unintelligent grunts and moans as his partner slid in and out of him at a rough, rapid pace, Joey's hands at his hips, pulling him back as Joey pushed in.

Open thighs twitched and quivered, and Joey suddenly slowed down, sliding his hands down those thighs, curling around to the inside.

"Please."

Seto had found his tongue again, but all he could do was beg.

"Please, touch me."

"Not yet," Joey breathed, leaning back a little as he paused. He pulled out a bit and shifted his hips, then pushed back in at a purposeful angle. Brown eyes narrowed as he focused, and after a couple of tries, he found what he was aiming for.

Seto cried out again, his body jerking forward, but those trusted hands curled around his thighs and pulled, keeping him close. Now Joey was relentless, maintaining the angle that had worked and pushing Seto to the absolute edge.

He watched with surprise as one hand lifted away from the headboard, but after a few seconds, it went back. With his hands connected, there was nowhere for them to go, nothing that he could reach, even if he wanted to. He was entirely helpless.

"What do you need?" Joey panted.

"Touch me!" came the answer, and Joey finally gave in. He leaned forward over Seto's back as he reached down to grasp that aching member with tender fingers. The brunette was crying out again as Joey stroked him. Just a few flicks of Joey's wrist, and Seto came, cursing into the pillow.

His whole body spasmed with the force of the orgasm, his passage tightening around Joey's dick with more pressure than expected. The blond grit his teeth, his focus fully lost. He couldn't hold back any longer.

"Shit!"

Joey pulled hard on Seto's hips, pushing in deep as he came. Seto could hear Joey's panting and feel a throbbing heat in his gut. A few moments later, he felt warmth on his back and air on his neck as the blond rested inside him, trying to catch his breath.

Then Joey pulled out, and with that, Seto completely dissolved, body sinking into a soft puddle on the sheets like there was nothing solid left: no resistance, no pride, no ego, just mindless pleasure and shivering skin.

After a moment of fumbling, the handcuffs were removed and chucked to the floor.

Joey pulled off the blindfold, revealing a face that was red and wet, but Seto was pulling him down into a soft kiss.

"Joey," he whispered, his voice and his breath warm on the blond's cheek.

"I'm here, Seto," the blond whispered back, stroking his side and settling in beside him. "I'm right here, with you, where I belong."

Those words pulled a whimper from his lover, so he snuggled even closer to him. They worked their arms around each other, laying with Seto's head on Joey's chest as they cooled down.

"That was…" Seto paused as he searched for the right word. "Intense."

"Yeah."

Now that the haze of lust and emotion had cleared from his mind, something was starting to bother Joey: his own behavior.

"Seto, did I go too far?"

"I… don't think so."

The uncertainty of his response did nothing to quell Joey's fears.

"Just, hold me, Joey."

The blond's arms tightened around his beloved.

"Don't let go."

"I won't."

Joey shifted one arm so that he could reach up to stroke Seto's hair. When his hand was nuzzled in return, Joey knew his instinct had been right: he wanted to be comforted.

"I crossed a line, didn't I?"

"You definitely got close."

Seto felt rattled and raw, but he didn't know if it was a bad thing. He hadn't known that Joey was capable of being so domineering, and he had never thought that he would want that. All he knew in this moment was that it had been undeniably effective.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Seto's embrace tightened. "Because I have you."

"That's not–" Joey gave up before he finished his sentence though. Either Seto wasn't understanding or he was choosing not to give Joey the answer he sought; and there was almost nothing in this world that Seto couldn't understand.

"That's not what?"

"Nevermind," Joey mumbled and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I got jealous and went too far."

"I didn't say that you went too far."

"You didn't have to."

"Joey, I'm fine, really." Seto squeezed him lightly. "Would it make you feel better if I told you to never surprise me with that again?"

"Yes." Joey could settle for that. He could believe that it was okay this time , but that it shouldn't be repeated. Definitely not without talking about it first.

"Oh god."

"What?" Joey glanced down.

"It's not even eight o'clock."

Joey laughed heartily.

"Don't worry, I'll get dressed soon and bring you back some dinner from the kitchen." A wicked smile graced his lips. "I'll bet Mokuba is wondering why you weren't at dinner."

"Shut up," Seto whined. After a moment, he said, "If Mokuba asks–"

"We were talking things through, yeah?"

"Yeah." Seto sighed and closed his eyes. He was completely worn out. Food before sleep, though. Then he smirked to himself.

Assuming Joey let him sleep at all tonight.