[he was in luck: to seto kaiba, there was nothing more beautiful than the living, breathing manifestation of technology itself.
he stares and stares openly, for a moment doubting what he sees. of course it was real. ironically enough, he just isn't accustomed to handling innovation in its purest form. it might have been put some people off, but not him. he thinks it's delightful, just about the prettiest thing he's ever seen, outside of his beloved dragons.
alien and strange, but not terrifying. nothing could scare him, least of all this being. this god.]
Naturally.
[the shadow of a smile graces his face. drugs or no drugs, he was still in there. he'd never lose himself, not entirely.
kaiba takes hold of tech's thighs and all but folds him in half. he shimmies his pants down, far enough past his hips, takes only a moment to position himself and then drives himself deep within that smaller form. the form of a god, yet oh so pliant. almost delicate. utterly human to the touch, even if the truth was so much bigger than that.
he leans in not for a kiss, but to bite him and leave a bruising mark on his shoulder. so he can hear him cry out as he starts thrusting away.]
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he stares and stares openly, for a moment doubting what he sees. of course it was real. ironically enough, he just isn't accustomed to handling innovation in its purest form. it might have been put some people off, but not him. he thinks it's delightful, just about the prettiest thing he's ever seen, outside of his beloved dragons.
alien and strange, but not terrifying. nothing could scare him, least of all this being. this god.]
Naturally.
[the shadow of a smile graces his face. drugs or no drugs, he was still in there. he'd never lose himself, not entirely.
kaiba takes hold of tech's thighs and all but folds him in half. he shimmies his pants down, far enough past his hips, takes only a moment to position himself and then drives himself deep within that smaller form. the form of a god, yet oh so pliant. almost delicate. utterly human to the touch, even if the truth was so much bigger than that.
he leans in not for a kiss, but to bite him and leave a bruising mark on his shoulder. so he can hear him cry out as he starts thrusting away.]