[Terse and formal is what he'd though Seto would want. This is a means to an end for Kaiba; he wants to be satiated and Pegasus is available, and you don't need to be on a first name basis for that. He's not unhappy to be extended the concession, it's just. Surprising.]
Seto, then. Just for now.
[Just for tonight, then they'll forget all of this.
He glances down between them, considering his next move. And he flounders for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed, but it does eventually occur to him that he hasn't yet had a good feel of the skin Seto is presenting. There's a lot appealing in Seto's build, so he draws back just enough to fold his hands below Seto's clavicle and drags them down, feeling out the curve of his pecs and the dips of his ribs and the crevices of his abdominal. He presses down in some places and digs his nails into others, searching for sensitivities, and his own skin prickles when he presses in too hard, but it's not a deterrent: focused as he is, he barely notices.
There's an odd, thin quality to Seto's skin. Not literally so, but it's less like touching skin and more like he's passing his fingers over raw nerves and entwining them with his own in the process. This isn't a deterrent either. Just like everything else, it's pleasant. It's good.]
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Seto, then. Just for now.
[Just for tonight, then they'll forget all of this.
He glances down between them, considering his next move. And he flounders for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed, but it does eventually occur to him that he hasn't yet had a good feel of the skin Seto is presenting. There's a lot appealing in Seto's build, so he draws back just enough to fold his hands below Seto's clavicle and drags them down, feeling out the curve of his pecs and the dips of his ribs and the crevices of his abdominal. He presses down in some places and digs his nails into others, searching for sensitivities, and his own skin prickles when he presses in too hard, but it's not a deterrent: focused as he is, he barely notices.
There's an odd, thin quality to Seto's skin. Not literally so, but it's less like touching skin and more like he's passing his fingers over raw nerves and entwining them with his own in the process. This isn't a deterrent either. Just like everything else, it's pleasant. It's good.]