[seto, ever the hypocrite, makes tech howl but does not afford him the same luxury. he leans down, opens his mouth wide, and bites. not like on the shoulder, which would heal within seconds, but on his neck. an extremely possessive act of claiming, as he hangs on. still, he knows not to sink too deep. there were some limits even he wouldn't test.
he can taste the blood, trickling between his fangs. a weaker man might have died. but not tech. tech was no man, even if he felt too human in the moment.
he can sense the end of things before tech ever falls apart. that, more than the sex, more than any touch or any impulse, gets him off. the idea that he could own someone, completely and absolutely, and that they'd beg for the chance. because tech could have girlfriends, a fiancée, any number of lovers, but he would always be most important.
he would always be a believer and he would always be a boss and that distinction was important. above all else, above all others, the brilliant seto kaiba.
seto comes just as intensely, if not more so. only a heavy huff can be heard on his end, otherwise muffled by flesh. and it will hurt, it will sting, it will ache like nothing else. he thrusts deep and snaps hard with his hips. tech can heal the injury but he can't fight the seed that fills him and drips down his legs. he comes and keeps coming, no different from usual -- if with that added incentive of he wants me and only me. their dynamic had shifted once again, this time very much in his favor. and he's very much pleased by it.
eventually he falls still but refuses to release him. a beast with prey its jaws, reluctant to surrender its catch.]
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he can taste the blood, trickling between his fangs. a weaker man might have died. but not tech. tech was no man, even if he felt too human in the moment.
he can sense the end of things before tech ever falls apart. that, more than the sex, more than any touch or any impulse, gets him off. the idea that he could own someone, completely and absolutely, and that they'd beg for the chance. because tech could have girlfriends, a fiancée, any number of lovers, but he would always be most important.
he would always be a believer and he would always be a boss and that distinction was important. above all else, above all others, the brilliant seto kaiba.
seto comes just as intensely, if not more so. only a heavy huff can be heard on his end, otherwise muffled by flesh. and it will hurt, it will sting, it will ache like nothing else. he thrusts deep and snaps hard with his hips. tech can heal the injury but he can't fight the seed that fills him and drips down his legs. he comes and keeps coming, no different from usual -- if with that added incentive of he wants me and only me. their dynamic had shifted once again, this time very much in his favor. and he's very much pleased by it.
eventually he falls still but refuses to release him. a beast with prey its jaws, reluctant to surrender its catch.]