[ Pleasure caves to pain as Kaiba latches onto his throat, fangs piercing and blood pulsing with the thud of his heart. The pain continues with each and every brutal thrust until Kaiba explodes within him and makes those thrusts a million times easier to take. Tech smiles a weary smile, his eyes heavy. A lesser man would have been torn apart. Only a god was fit to handle what Kaiba could offer. He couldn't do all this with just anyone. And surely, surely Tech's not the only one addicted.
When it's over, all he can do it go limp beneath Kaiba -- complete, exhausted submission. The points of fangs seem sharper with the haze of pleasure no longer clouding his mind, the pain crystallizing a sudden cold dread within him. It's not a fear of dying. Kaiba could bite a chunk into his skin and he'd still regenerate. But between those horns, those fangs, those claws -- the volatile bite on his neck...he starts to wonder just how accurate a description human is for Kaiba.
His tongue traces his lips and he steadies his breath, allowing the thought to be fleeting. Seto Kaiba would not lose humanity so easily. It was foolish to worry, wasn't it? This is the man who will change the world, so he would never allow those changes to go beyond physical....
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When it's over, all he can do it go limp beneath Kaiba -- complete, exhausted submission. The points of fangs seem sharper with the haze of pleasure no longer clouding his mind, the pain crystallizing a sudden cold dread within him. It's not a fear of dying. Kaiba could bite a chunk into his skin and he'd still regenerate. But between those horns, those fangs, those claws -- the volatile bite on his neck...he starts to wonder just how accurate a description human is for Kaiba.
His tongue traces his lips and he steadies his breath, allowing the thought to be fleeting. Seto Kaiba would not lose humanity so easily. It was foolish to worry, wasn't it? This is the man who will change the world, so he would never allow those changes to go beyond physical....
.....right? ]