[kaiba sighs at his touch, a pleasant sensation running from the tip of his skull to the base of his spine. kaiba soon melts into a purring mess as he all but demands his attention, glancing up at suzaku through half-lidded eyes. even before hell, in many ways, kaiba was just one big cat. or a very fussy dragon.]
Those hands are dangerous.
[which was part of the reason he liked them so much. he knows suzaku would never hurt him, not on purpose, but he couldn't help but chase that high. he can't help but encourage his hands to go harder, to get rougher, to stroke with that confidence he so rarely felt. he may have been on the bottom, but he was still in charge.]
You're a pilot, right? So you can be bolder, Suzaku.
[as in he should be. another order masquerading as suggestion.]
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Those hands are dangerous.
[which was part of the reason he liked them so much. he knows suzaku would never hurt him, not on purpose, but he couldn't help but chase that high. he can't help but encourage his hands to go harder, to get rougher, to stroke with that confidence he so rarely felt. he may have been on the bottom, but he was still in charge.]
You're a pilot, right? So you can be bolder, Suzaku.
[as in he should be. another order masquerading as suggestion.]