[ There's not much Tech tends to respect, but the boundaries of a name is one of them. Kaiba is Kaiba in 99% of all situations, but there are rare, precious moments like these where Kaiba is too informal. His mouth falls away when he's shrugged off, and once Kaiba gives him permission, he allows the man's name to fall from his lips. ]
Seto...
[ His head lolls back and his eyes close in tormented bliss. ]
Fuuuck.
[ A growled out curse. His hands grope for anything to hold onto -- to brace himself because without some kind of anchor, he'll lose himself too much, become addicted to Seto Kaiba (as though he isn't already.) His hands claw at the padded seat, fingers tear into fabric as he screams it over and over again. Seto, Seto -- the man's name is all he can shout, all his voice will allow.
And eventually, he just can't take it. Seto's name breaks into the loudest, lewdest cries as a torrent of pleasure slams into him. He stood no chance of lasting under the influence of bond, with Kaiba's pleasure adding to his own -- knowing the words that preceded this, knowing Kaiba's vow.
Tech lets go with one final howl of Seto, his arm falling away from the booth as he convulses his way through climax, releasing everything between them for the longest and strongest orgasm of his life. And yet, he could probably still continue on multiple times over and over -- a night of endless pleasure if the club's natural aphrodisiacs truly took root. ]
I can't...
[ What? He can't articulate it as Kaiba continues to fuck him. But he knows deep down nothing could ever be the same after this. He's a god, well and truly claimed by a human man. ]
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Seto...
[ His head lolls back and his eyes close in tormented bliss. ]
Fuuuck.
[ A growled out curse. His hands grope for anything to hold onto -- to brace himself because without some kind of anchor, he'll lose himself too much, become addicted to Seto Kaiba (as though he isn't already.) His hands claw at the padded seat, fingers tear into fabric as he screams it over and over again. Seto, Seto -- the man's name is all he can shout, all his voice will allow.
And eventually, he just can't take it. Seto's name breaks into the loudest, lewdest cries as a torrent of pleasure slams into him. He stood no chance of lasting under the influence of bond, with Kaiba's pleasure adding to his own -- knowing the words that preceded this, knowing Kaiba's vow.
Tech lets go with one final howl of Seto, his arm falling away from the booth as he convulses his way through climax, releasing everything between them for the longest and strongest orgasm of his life. And yet, he could probably still continue on multiple times over and over -- a night of endless pleasure if the club's natural aphrodisiacs truly took root. ]
I can't...
[ What? He can't articulate it as Kaiba continues to fuck him. But he knows deep down nothing could ever be the same after this. He's a god, well and truly claimed by a human man. ]