[It's really, quite pleasing that Seto wants to be fucked by him badly enough to demand it- twice, but that would take much too long, and a hot tub doesn't seem like a good place for it. He releases Seto's throat to laugh against the damp skin, and now that he's stabilised, anchored to the floor by Seto's weight, he's able to draw himself off his arm and get a grip on one of Seto's horns.]
You would hate it even more if I did.
[They're far too close to being properly cognisant. They need that deniable accountability. Seto especially, he suspects. There's little more upsetting than sleeping with your personal Judas.
He drops his mouth lower, securing it over the junction of Seto's shoulder and neck, and now he's idling his fingers along the ridges of that horn in time with strokes to Seto's cock.]
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You would hate it even more if I did.
[They're far too close to being properly cognisant. They need that deniable accountability. Seto especially, he suspects. There's little more upsetting than sleeping with your personal Judas.
He drops his mouth lower, securing it over the junction of Seto's shoulder and neck, and now he's idling his fingers along the ridges of that horn in time with strokes to Seto's cock.]