Fic: Wanton Whispers
Title: Wanton Whispers
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Characters: Seto & Mokuba Kaiba
For:
30_friends
Themes: Long Distance & Promise
Also posted to:
ygo_yaoi &
locketpair
Warnings: Adult content, incest, Mokuba is 16 Seto is 22, because no matter how twisted I am I can't lower my self to the line of consent :P A sorta half assed not-really sequal to Only You. I'm not 100% happy with this yet.... so I may come back to it.
Wanton Whispers
Throwing his briefcase into the corner, Seto took two large strides towards the inviting hotel bed, turned on his heels and collapsed backwards in a satisfied sprawl.
He only allowed himself a few seconds with his eyes closed before her rolled onto his side to take in the display of the small digital alarm clock.
It had been the final morning of his meetings in Hawaii, why they chosen the hold the meeting here he very much suspected was something to do with how much he had lining his wallet. He didn’t mind, the weather was pleasant, and the hotels here always had five stars, were spotless and had many, many plug sockets.
Since Mokuba had grown up Seto had felt more comfortable leaving the younger teen at home while he travelled, knowing full well that the only calls he accepted during office hours would be from his brother and after many lectures Mokuba had reluctantly agreed to call if anything, anything at all went wrong.
Seto didn’t care if the tap was dripping, he wanted it reported and a plumber dispatched. He knew he had to kick this habit, the over protectiveness, he knew Mokuba was spreading his wings and must be getting annoyed with it by now.
But the most Mokuba ever did in protest was to shove Seto roughly over to his own side of the bed and steal the covers.
It had been a couple of months since it had begun, first it had been a little strange in the morning, to wake up with his younger brother curled up in his arms, sweat damp and smelling so hormonal. But he hadn’t felt dirty, just anxious and had pulled his brother closer to him, stroking fingers through long black hair and silently making him a hundred unspoken promises. Mokuba finally had woken under the soft caresses in his hair and squirmed a little closer, falling quickly back to sleep.
Eventually they had been woken again by the cleaning staff asking for access to Seto’s room. Through the door, the maid had enquired politely as to Mokuba’s whereabouts. His room was vacant.
That was when they were left with a choice.
Seto had decided on secrecy, at least for now, he’d made up some lie he can barely remember about a party and had told them to leave his room for the day. As this was Seto Kaiba, no-one questioned. They left the pair in peace then and Mokuba turned to his brother, a half amused pout on his lips. Eventually he’d taunted Seto into submission and agreed to keep things private, as long as Seto joined him for a shower.
This was the first time Seto had flown since then, and the first night he knew he was going to get to keep the entire bedspread all to himself. It felt a little strange that sleeping alone had been a twenty two year habit and yet after only two months it felt unwelcome. At first they had only shared sleeping arrangements when one would arrive at the others door early evening, or when Mokuba would initiate something while Seto was working; whispering sweet things over his shoulder while he typed or placing a playful nip on the nape of Seto’s neck. Seto himself was still too unsettled to make the first move, he liked it better this way, he gave Mokuba what he wanted, as he had done all his life. He didn’t want to be imposing with something that important, he wanted to trend carefully around this, make sure that nothing he was doing could cause Mokuba any upset. More importantly he wasn’t sure what he would do if this ended, it had been a dangerous step to take and turning back could be disastrous, he can’t picture not being able to talk to his brother, can’t picture not being told to sleep when he’s at one with his laptop in the small hours of the morning. The thought of Mokuba moving out doesn’t even register as an option to him anymore, if Mokuba got bored of him he could simply take a walk to another part of the mansion and they may not see each other for days. He didn’t like the idea of that, he could be half way around the world but as long as Mokuba wasn’t avoiding him it didn’t matter.
Reaching the remote Seto flicks the television on, deposits the remote on the bed and starts unbuckling his boots. He rarely watches television, that was one of Mokuba’s hobbies, but this was an expensive hotel and he’d had a stressful morning. Pulling his boots off he slides them under the bed and paces over to pull the curtains closed. He presses the buttons on the remote to a well remembered channel; he no longer needs to worry about paying for anything he does, a blank stare and the order to put anything on his tab and they always comply, no questions asked; money buys privacy.
Plugging his laptop into a socket to recharge he turns the volume down on the tv as the picture appears on the screen, a writhing mass of flesh, moaning and groaning.
He falls back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his trousers, being sure to put himself in good view of the screen. He still enjoyed straight sex, well watching it at least, that was something else he had never experienced, but it had never been something he’d lost sleep over, but still it was different. What he had with Mokuba could never be compared to the guttural delights of some nameless whore getting hammered by some guy she hardly knew. No that was just lust, what they had was different. He always watched this type of thing more as an impartial observer, curiously and mutely tilting his head from one side to the other trying to understand the angles and positioning. Mentally he’s taking notes of technique and stamina; it could be called homework as he tries to see the ways both could benefit. So far their exploits had been fairly tame, running in the same stream of conformity of their first night.
Seto lies back on the bed and closes his eyes, bored by the proceedings on the screen. He wonders what Mokuba would be doing now, would he even be out of bed yet? No doubt his younger brother would have had a variety of wild parties in Seto’s absence; he wonders how many of his rivals are currently comatose in the guest rooms.
Seto trails a hand down over himself, peeling back his shirt and trying to create the electric touches Mokuba had so much skill with. His own fingers don’t seem to send the same shiver down him; it lacked the surprise of the nerves, he already knew where his own fingers would travel and that itself lacked excitement. Ignoring the action on the screen he slides his hand to the waistline of his boxers and inches them down. Licking his fingers he runs them over himself in a smooth motion, teasing touches until he’s ready for more, he likes to work his stamina up like this, to the point of no return and forcing himself to stop. He wants to know the signs that Mokuba will make before he unleashes this technique on the younger boy, like the way he adores the noises Mokuba makes when his mouth is nuzzled in that warm spot under Seto’s chin. He realises that these memories are stirring him more than the pornography he was paying so much for. His fingers seek out the remote and mute the action as the other hand fixes on a slow rhythm.
Seto is brought out of his hazy daze by his cell. Removing his hand he reaches across the bed for it and flicks it open.
“Kaiba.”
“Nii Sama.” Comes the reply.
“How are things kiddo?” he smiles “miss me?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe; has this place always been so empty? We need to get a puppy or something. I feel like making noise just to kill the silence.”
“What about the parties?”
“I haven’t had any, no really I haven’t. I’ve been good.”
Seto can almost hear the grin on his brothers’ lips. He shifts on the bed making himself more comfortable. In his efforts he knocks the remote from the side to the floor. He falls silent in horror as the sound suddenly springs back on.
“Seto… wha?”
Frantic he tries to find the mute button again. There’s a stunned silence for a while before Mokuba asks. “Enjoying yourself sama?” There’s a tone in his Mokuba’s voice that Seto can’t place. He’s not sure exactly how to answer so he stays in an embarrassed silence. “Hang on.” His brother says and on the other end of the phone Seto can hear Mokuba pacing and the sound of a door closing. “Okay.” Came Mokubas voice when he again lifted the receiver. “So, what did I interrupt?”
“Nothing.” Seto mildly protests.
“That’s a shame, I’ve missed you sama.” Mokuba sighs and after a couple of seconds Seto recognises that slightly husky tone and the sound of clothing being unzipped. His mouth goes dry.
“M… Mokuba what are you..?”
“I wish I was there with you Seto, I wish you had be pinned to that lovely bed of yours, and I’d let you bite me and lick me and kiss me.”
Seto can feel himself flushing, his interest in the screen abandoned, feeling far too involved with thinking about what Mokuba was doing.
“You want to know what I’m doing Seto? You want to know why I locked the door to your room?”
Seto swallows dryly.
“W… why?” he asks.
“Because I know you love the noises I make when you grind against me.” Mokuba teases, following his statement up with a shallow moan and Seto can picture all too clearly what Mokuba is doing to himself on the other end of the line. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing? Or would you rather imagine it?”
Seto can feel his heartbeat rise into his throat as Mokuba’s breathing comes over the line is gentle deep breaths.
“Tell me.” He says holding his voice firm.
“I’m on your bed.” Mokuba starts, “remembering that first time, the way that just kissing you got me so hard” He takes another breath. “and even just thinking of it gives me chills. If you were here you know what I’d be doing?”
“Uhh…” Seto mutters, feeling his face go crimson, disbelief that sweet Mokuba could ever have mastered such a strange art as dirty talk. As much as he wants to, he can’t deny that the husky tones where getting to him and he shifts on the bed in an attempt to loosen the pressure on his trousers.
“I’d be on my knees over you, running my tongue around you just as you like. I love your taste Nii Sama. I always want it all so I’ll take you into my mouth and do my best to make you moan.”
Sliding one hand down Seto disposes of his trousers and boxers as Mokuba talks, half feeling like this can’t really be happening. He crawls up the bed, bringing his free hand to his waist.
“Tell me how.” He almost whispers.
“I’d start on your thighs and bring my mouth around,” Unknown to Mokuba, Seto trailed his fingers over the path Mokuba described. “I’d run my tongue up the length of you and back again, getting you wet the way you like, because you know what comes after this don’t you?”
“Yes…” Seto groans softly.
“How do I feel Seto?” Mokuba asks. “What does it feel like when you fuck me?”
“God Mokuba… its so good.” After a couple of seconds he realises that Mokuba is expecting more than that. Sucking up courage he speaks on the outwards breath.
“Lick your fingers.” He says.
“What?”
“Do it, lick your fingers.” He listens contently as Mokuba makes deliberate wet noises and it’s almost as if he can see Mokuba sliding them back and fourth inside that warm and talented mouth.
“Alright.” He sighs.
“Now I want you to grip yourself firmly, are you doing that Mokuba?”
“Yes… God It’s so hot hearing you say this.”
“Good, now don’t loosen your grip, and slide your hand up.” He pauses and gives the younger boy time to do so. “Keep your hand still and push up with your hips.”
“Uhhh…”
“Good, keep doing that.” Seto sighs, taking himself into his hand, only allowing himself one stroke for every noise Mokuba makes, making himself work for release. “How does that feel?”
“It feels….” Mokuba purrs “fantastic…”
“You feel so much better than that,” Seto breathes dropping his voice into a predatory tone. “You’re so much tighter, and hotter, and the way you moan…”
Mokuba loudly obliges causing a chill runs up Seto’s spine as he closes his eyes picturing his brother. “Fuck…” Seto groans and hears Mokuba match him.
“Seto… I want you so badly right now… I’ll be naked when you get home, I swear, I’ll be ready to grab you as you walk through the door and drag you upstairs.”
“Too far,” Seto breathes in short hot bursts. “We’d never make it.”
“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to try… somewhere else….”
“The hallway, couch, floor…. Anywhere you want Mokuba.”
“God… I [i]neeeed[/i] you Seto.” He moans and Seto can hear the squeak of his bed under Mokuba’s hips.
“That’s right, I can hear you, do that again.”
Again the bed creaks and Mokuba’s breath goes ragged. Seto’s given up with his rules now, Mokuba is being so vocal he can’t keep up with his strokes. It’s almost as if Mokuba is right there beside him, matching each movement and gasp.
He can almost feel the heat on his neck; almost tingle under the dark hair and he knows that Mokuba looks so handsome with his head thrown back lost in a world of writhing, sweating and panting.
Seto tells him just this, and he can picture the blush creeping over Mokuba’s cheeks as he moves so hypnotically all the way back in Japan.
“Seto… you have always looked so damn good you know,” Mokuba gasps, “it was so hard to keep my hands off you before... God, this feels great….”
“Mokuba?” Seto asks in surprise, he had no idea that Mokuba had ever given this any consideration, he had thought it had been one spontaneous moment.
“Yes Nii Sama?”
“I…”
”I love you Sama… I love everything about you, when you hold me, kiss me, tease me and when you fuck me… it's like the world is coming to an end...”
Seto groans shakily and they stop speaking, and simply listen to their breathing hitch in time, listening to the guttural groans neither tries to conceal. It doesn’t take long before Mokuba moans deeply and releases his pleasure in sharp grunts. Seto knows that sound, its situation and he can tell Mokuba is spent.
Then a gentle sucking sound reaches him from his cell.
“I came Seto.” Mokuba whispers in throaty exhaustion, “I’m licking my fingers clean, I wish this was yours…”
Seto bites down on his lip to suppress the moan that catches in his throat as he comes. Three hot splashes land across his stomach and hand.
“Seto?”
“Uhhhh, yeah Mokuba?”
“When are you coming home?”
“Tomorrow.” He smiles, looking down at the sticky white mess.
“Really?!”
“I’m ending the trip early.” He says.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
“You had better be.” He smiles. “You just made me a promise.
~
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Characters: Seto & Mokuba Kaiba
For:
30_friends
Themes: Long Distance & Promise
Also posted to:
ygo_yaoi &
locketpair
Warnings: Adult content, incest, Mokuba is 16 Seto is 22, because no matter how twisted I am I can't lower my self to the line of consent :P A sorta half assed not-really sequal to Only You. I'm not 100% happy with this yet.... so I may come back to it.
Wanton Whispers
Throwing his briefcase into the corner, Seto took two large strides towards the inviting hotel bed, turned on his heels and collapsed backwards in a satisfied sprawl.
He only allowed himself a few seconds with his eyes closed before her rolled onto his side to take in the display of the small digital alarm clock.
It had been the final morning of his meetings in Hawaii, why they chosen the hold the meeting here he very much suspected was something to do with how much he had lining his wallet. He didn’t mind, the weather was pleasant, and the hotels here always had five stars, were spotless and had many, many plug sockets.
Since Mokuba had grown up Seto had felt more comfortable leaving the younger teen at home while he travelled, knowing full well that the only calls he accepted during office hours would be from his brother and after many lectures Mokuba had reluctantly agreed to call if anything, anything at all went wrong.
Seto didn’t care if the tap was dripping, he wanted it reported and a plumber dispatched. He knew he had to kick this habit, the over protectiveness, he knew Mokuba was spreading his wings and must be getting annoyed with it by now.
But the most Mokuba ever did in protest was to shove Seto roughly over to his own side of the bed and steal the covers.
It had been a couple of months since it had begun, first it had been a little strange in the morning, to wake up with his younger brother curled up in his arms, sweat damp and smelling so hormonal. But he hadn’t felt dirty, just anxious and had pulled his brother closer to him, stroking fingers through long black hair and silently making him a hundred unspoken promises. Mokuba finally had woken under the soft caresses in his hair and squirmed a little closer, falling quickly back to sleep.
Eventually they had been woken again by the cleaning staff asking for access to Seto’s room. Through the door, the maid had enquired politely as to Mokuba’s whereabouts. His room was vacant.
That was when they were left with a choice.
Seto had decided on secrecy, at least for now, he’d made up some lie he can barely remember about a party and had told them to leave his room for the day. As this was Seto Kaiba, no-one questioned. They left the pair in peace then and Mokuba turned to his brother, a half amused pout on his lips. Eventually he’d taunted Seto into submission and agreed to keep things private, as long as Seto joined him for a shower.
This was the first time Seto had flown since then, and the first night he knew he was going to get to keep the entire bedspread all to himself. It felt a little strange that sleeping alone had been a twenty two year habit and yet after only two months it felt unwelcome. At first they had only shared sleeping arrangements when one would arrive at the others door early evening, or when Mokuba would initiate something while Seto was working; whispering sweet things over his shoulder while he typed or placing a playful nip on the nape of Seto’s neck. Seto himself was still too unsettled to make the first move, he liked it better this way, he gave Mokuba what he wanted, as he had done all his life. He didn’t want to be imposing with something that important, he wanted to trend carefully around this, make sure that nothing he was doing could cause Mokuba any upset. More importantly he wasn’t sure what he would do if this ended, it had been a dangerous step to take and turning back could be disastrous, he can’t picture not being able to talk to his brother, can’t picture not being told to sleep when he’s at one with his laptop in the small hours of the morning. The thought of Mokuba moving out doesn’t even register as an option to him anymore, if Mokuba got bored of him he could simply take a walk to another part of the mansion and they may not see each other for days. He didn’t like the idea of that, he could be half way around the world but as long as Mokuba wasn’t avoiding him it didn’t matter.
Reaching the remote Seto flicks the television on, deposits the remote on the bed and starts unbuckling his boots. He rarely watches television, that was one of Mokuba’s hobbies, but this was an expensive hotel and he’d had a stressful morning. Pulling his boots off he slides them under the bed and paces over to pull the curtains closed. He presses the buttons on the remote to a well remembered channel; he no longer needs to worry about paying for anything he does, a blank stare and the order to put anything on his tab and they always comply, no questions asked; money buys privacy.
Plugging his laptop into a socket to recharge he turns the volume down on the tv as the picture appears on the screen, a writhing mass of flesh, moaning and groaning.
He falls back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his trousers, being sure to put himself in good view of the screen. He still enjoyed straight sex, well watching it at least, that was something else he had never experienced, but it had never been something he’d lost sleep over, but still it was different. What he had with Mokuba could never be compared to the guttural delights of some nameless whore getting hammered by some guy she hardly knew. No that was just lust, what they had was different. He always watched this type of thing more as an impartial observer, curiously and mutely tilting his head from one side to the other trying to understand the angles and positioning. Mentally he’s taking notes of technique and stamina; it could be called homework as he tries to see the ways both could benefit. So far their exploits had been fairly tame, running in the same stream of conformity of their first night.
Seto lies back on the bed and closes his eyes, bored by the proceedings on the screen. He wonders what Mokuba would be doing now, would he even be out of bed yet? No doubt his younger brother would have had a variety of wild parties in Seto’s absence; he wonders how many of his rivals are currently comatose in the guest rooms.
Seto trails a hand down over himself, peeling back his shirt and trying to create the electric touches Mokuba had so much skill with. His own fingers don’t seem to send the same shiver down him; it lacked the surprise of the nerves, he already knew where his own fingers would travel and that itself lacked excitement. Ignoring the action on the screen he slides his hand to the waistline of his boxers and inches them down. Licking his fingers he runs them over himself in a smooth motion, teasing touches until he’s ready for more, he likes to work his stamina up like this, to the point of no return and forcing himself to stop. He wants to know the signs that Mokuba will make before he unleashes this technique on the younger boy, like the way he adores the noises Mokuba makes when his mouth is nuzzled in that warm spot under Seto’s chin. He realises that these memories are stirring him more than the pornography he was paying so much for. His fingers seek out the remote and mute the action as the other hand fixes on a slow rhythm.
Seto is brought out of his hazy daze by his cell. Removing his hand he reaches across the bed for it and flicks it open.
“Kaiba.”
“Nii Sama.” Comes the reply.
“How are things kiddo?” he smiles “miss me?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe; has this place always been so empty? We need to get a puppy or something. I feel like making noise just to kill the silence.”
“What about the parties?”
“I haven’t had any, no really I haven’t. I’ve been good.”
Seto can almost hear the grin on his brothers’ lips. He shifts on the bed making himself more comfortable. In his efforts he knocks the remote from the side to the floor. He falls silent in horror as the sound suddenly springs back on.
“Seto… wha?”
Frantic he tries to find the mute button again. There’s a stunned silence for a while before Mokuba asks. “Enjoying yourself sama?” There’s a tone in his Mokuba’s voice that Seto can’t place. He’s not sure exactly how to answer so he stays in an embarrassed silence. “Hang on.” His brother says and on the other end of the phone Seto can hear Mokuba pacing and the sound of a door closing. “Okay.” Came Mokubas voice when he again lifted the receiver. “So, what did I interrupt?”
“Nothing.” Seto mildly protests.
“That’s a shame, I’ve missed you sama.” Mokuba sighs and after a couple of seconds Seto recognises that slightly husky tone and the sound of clothing being unzipped. His mouth goes dry.
“M… Mokuba what are you..?”
“I wish I was there with you Seto, I wish you had be pinned to that lovely bed of yours, and I’d let you bite me and lick me and kiss me.”
Seto can feel himself flushing, his interest in the screen abandoned, feeling far too involved with thinking about what Mokuba was doing.
“You want to know what I’m doing Seto? You want to know why I locked the door to your room?”
Seto swallows dryly.
“W… why?” he asks.
“Because I know you love the noises I make when you grind against me.” Mokuba teases, following his statement up with a shallow moan and Seto can picture all too clearly what Mokuba is doing to himself on the other end of the line. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing? Or would you rather imagine it?”
Seto can feel his heartbeat rise into his throat as Mokuba’s breathing comes over the line is gentle deep breaths.
“Tell me.” He says holding his voice firm.
“I’m on your bed.” Mokuba starts, “remembering that first time, the way that just kissing you got me so hard” He takes another breath. “and even just thinking of it gives me chills. If you were here you know what I’d be doing?”
“Uhh…” Seto mutters, feeling his face go crimson, disbelief that sweet Mokuba could ever have mastered such a strange art as dirty talk. As much as he wants to, he can’t deny that the husky tones where getting to him and he shifts on the bed in an attempt to loosen the pressure on his trousers.
“I’d be on my knees over you, running my tongue around you just as you like. I love your taste Nii Sama. I always want it all so I’ll take you into my mouth and do my best to make you moan.”
Sliding one hand down Seto disposes of his trousers and boxers as Mokuba talks, half feeling like this can’t really be happening. He crawls up the bed, bringing his free hand to his waist.
“Tell me how.” He almost whispers.
“I’d start on your thighs and bring my mouth around,” Unknown to Mokuba, Seto trailed his fingers over the path Mokuba described. “I’d run my tongue up the length of you and back again, getting you wet the way you like, because you know what comes after this don’t you?”
“Yes…” Seto groans softly.
“How do I feel Seto?” Mokuba asks. “What does it feel like when you fuck me?”
“God Mokuba… its so good.” After a couple of seconds he realises that Mokuba is expecting more than that. Sucking up courage he speaks on the outwards breath.
“Lick your fingers.” He says.
“What?”
“Do it, lick your fingers.” He listens contently as Mokuba makes deliberate wet noises and it’s almost as if he can see Mokuba sliding them back and fourth inside that warm and talented mouth.
“Alright.” He sighs.
“Now I want you to grip yourself firmly, are you doing that Mokuba?”
“Yes… God It’s so hot hearing you say this.”
“Good, now don’t loosen your grip, and slide your hand up.” He pauses and gives the younger boy time to do so. “Keep your hand still and push up with your hips.”
“Uhhh…”
“Good, keep doing that.” Seto sighs, taking himself into his hand, only allowing himself one stroke for every noise Mokuba makes, making himself work for release. “How does that feel?”
“It feels….” Mokuba purrs “fantastic…”
“You feel so much better than that,” Seto breathes dropping his voice into a predatory tone. “You’re so much tighter, and hotter, and the way you moan…”
Mokuba loudly obliges causing a chill runs up Seto’s spine as he closes his eyes picturing his brother. “Fuck…” Seto groans and hears Mokuba match him.
“Seto… I want you so badly right now… I’ll be naked when you get home, I swear, I’ll be ready to grab you as you walk through the door and drag you upstairs.”
“Too far,” Seto breathes in short hot bursts. “We’d never make it.”
“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to try… somewhere else….”
“The hallway, couch, floor…. Anywhere you want Mokuba.”
“God… I [i]neeeed[/i] you Seto.” He moans and Seto can hear the squeak of his bed under Mokuba’s hips.
“That’s right, I can hear you, do that again.”
Again the bed creaks and Mokuba’s breath goes ragged. Seto’s given up with his rules now, Mokuba is being so vocal he can’t keep up with his strokes. It’s almost as if Mokuba is right there beside him, matching each movement and gasp.
He can almost feel the heat on his neck; almost tingle under the dark hair and he knows that Mokuba looks so handsome with his head thrown back lost in a world of writhing, sweating and panting.
Seto tells him just this, and he can picture the blush creeping over Mokuba’s cheeks as he moves so hypnotically all the way back in Japan.
“Seto… you have always looked so damn good you know,” Mokuba gasps, “it was so hard to keep my hands off you before... God, this feels great….”
“Mokuba?” Seto asks in surprise, he had no idea that Mokuba had ever given this any consideration, he had thought it had been one spontaneous moment.
“Yes Nii Sama?”
“I…”
”I love you Sama… I love everything about you, when you hold me, kiss me, tease me and when you fuck me… it's like the world is coming to an end...”
Seto groans shakily and they stop speaking, and simply listen to their breathing hitch in time, listening to the guttural groans neither tries to conceal. It doesn’t take long before Mokuba moans deeply and releases his pleasure in sharp grunts. Seto knows that sound, its situation and he can tell Mokuba is spent.
Then a gentle sucking sound reaches him from his cell.
“I came Seto.” Mokuba whispers in throaty exhaustion, “I’m licking my fingers clean, I wish this was yours…”
Seto bites down on his lip to suppress the moan that catches in his throat as he comes. Three hot splashes land across his stomach and hand.
“Seto?”
“Uhhhh, yeah Mokuba?”
“When are you coming home?”
“Tomorrow.” He smiles, looking down at the sticky white mess.
“Really?!”
“I’m ending the trip early.” He says.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
“You had better be.” He smiles. “You just made me a promise.
~