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growling low in his chest, seto looked at his watch. mokuba had said he had to go to a friend's house for a sleep over...so he wouldn't be there to see his older brother in this state. good. as for his lover....he'd be home from his own job by now. probably eating the left over chineese seto brought home yesterday unless he cooked something else. seto never expected this of him, or anyone. but often, he'd come home to fresh meals if he didn't bring something along with him. obviously, food is the furthest thing from seto's mind now. he didn't even thank his driver when they pulled in front of the kaiba mansion; but again this person was used to seto's varying moods and he could probably sense that seto was in no mood for pleasantries. he made his way up the stone steps and opened the door, hearing his lover's voice welcoming him home inside the kitchen. seto kicked off his shoes and set his brief case down and roughly pulled off his coat and set it on a hanger before making his way into the kitchen. his lover had cooked something else, though all the pots and pans had already been cleaned. the table was set and for a moment, seto felt a twinge of guilt for what he was about to do. however, once his lover sauntered over with his-oh-so-calm-smile, seto snapped. he charged forward and into the other man. lips crashed together as he aggressively pushed the other man towards the table. with one kick push, the plates were thrown to the floor. seto heard the glass shatter and the wine splashed at his feet. he paid no mind as he impatiently pulled the button out of his lover's jeans and unzipped them before pushing them down. he probably ruined the other man's jeans...
seto normally isn't so animalistic, even if he's been rough before. he liked to have some sort of preamble, some sort of teasing play. but he just...he needed this so much. at the same time, he knew that with just one word, his lover could stop him. seto pulled down the other man's boxers and turned him around, forcing him to bend over and place his ass in seto's mercy. seto wasn't going to completely make this about his own needs though. he reached in his own pocket and pulled out the lubricant and coated his fingers in it. normally, he'd warm it up, but instead he immediately pressed a cool slicked finger inside the tight ring of muscles of his lover. with his free arm, he wrapped it around the other's waist and he also latched his teeth into the other man's neck where his shirt didn't cover. seto felt the other man's muscles begin to relax as he pushed his finger in and out and slipped in another-maybe too soon but it's fine. he knew his lover could take it. he pushed both fingers up and twisted them deeply. he wanted the other man to say something. to give him the final push that would break him. and seto knows if anyone could....it was this man right here.
however, mercury has never even looked at mokuba the wrong way nor did he seemed to be too bothered when mokuba first attempted to get to know him. now, things between all three of them were so much more than seto thought they'd become. he hasn't slept alone for a long time and if he had to go to a function, he absolutely had mercury on his arm. there was a press buzz about them that was a little uncomfortable because seto is a very private man and he doesn't want their noses in his business. but he wasn't ashamed of the man that has found a place in seto's rather small world. the only thing he cared about was mercury's own comfort with such attention. seto figured that the press could scare him away if nothing else had...but mercury always seems so calm..at lest by comparison. seto always gets so stiff when he gets mobbed and even though he certainly can navigate the press by being dismissive and quite frankly, rude, mercury just gives them a little wink and that cocky little smile that drives seto up a wall. and the thing is, the fire between them hasn't gone down just because they went from nothing to something. it was just more and these days seto didn't need to say too much. he would explain himself though, simply because he actually wanted to talk about his day. it wasn't something he was used to wanting; but he has found that opening up to someone wasn't all that bad. sure, there is still a lot that seto holds back...there's probably a lot that mercury holds back too. but right now, seto wasn't planning to hold anything back. not that he had ever held back much physically, though once they became something the physical things between them changed too. it wasn't just about getting that release, even now with all of seto's pent-up frustration.
seto let out a low huff when mercury remarked that he had worked hard at making the food that was mostly on the floor; and while seto didn't doubt it; he wasn't about to stop. especially with the sounds coming out of mercury, or how his body was pressing closer; demanding more. seto absolutely knows that he actually isn't in control here despite the way that it may look. a low growl left seto's chest as mercury teased him with his honey-coated tone; challenging him to live up to his unspoken promise (as well as give him permission). he also was letting seto know that he was here for him. that would need to be shelved for later because this wasn't about that right now. while seto pushed another finger inside, he freed himself with the other hand and coated his own hard coco with lube. just because he was being rough didn't mean he wanted it to be completely painful for mercury though he certainly wasn't taking the normal care he usually does. in fact, once he was coated he pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. he clutched onto mercury’s lithe hips hard with one hand and with the other he guided himself inside. he hissed as he felt how utterly tight his lover felt around him. normally, he’d take his time here too but once he had pushed in; he snapped his hips forward so that he went in with one quick thrust. everything felt so right now. seto gripped mercury’s hips now with his other hand, just as tight. he let out a slow breath to give himself a moment, wanting to say something but the words couldn't come.
later, they can talk later. he closed his eyes and then began to thrust in and out in a quick pace. each time he pulled out, he pulled out further then the moment before. and when he pushed back in, he pushed in harder and deeper than he had the moment before. in no time, he was pushing back so hard that there was the sharp sound of skin hitting skin. step couldn't hold back his sounds of pleasure; nor did he want to. he could feel it just beginning to build up in the pit of his stomach. now all that mattered was this; pushing deeper, giving more and more of himself to the other man.