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Title: Just Once
Rating: PG-13/or R, to be safe.
Summary: Mokuba could feel Seto's strong heartbeat with his head against his chest...
Grey eyes gazed pleadingly up at him; the bottom lip trembling, making him look deceptively innocent.
“Only once.” He begged, a finger tracing Seto’s jawline. “Onegai, Niisama?”
Mokuba had waited all evening for Seto to turn off his laptop and retire, and now that he was safely secured in between the sheets and his brother’s arms, he wasn’t about to let his efforts go to waste.
“Just tonight.” Seto agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and shifted so his brother could rest his head on his chest.
Mokuba could feel Seto’s strong heartbeat with his head against his chest; beating a steady pace similar to the light footsteps that he knew Seto could hear outside his doorway over the clack of the laptop keyboard; similar to the rhythm of the CEO’s long, graceful fingers tapping against his desk as he sighed in boredom and anticipated the end of yet another board meeting.
Sapphire eyes already heavy-lidded with exhaustion lingered on the mass of raven hair spread over his stomach, sure that he would wake up even more tired than he already was. But Seto found that despite his desire to drift off, his mind was fully awake, and his head was starting to spin. Nudging the youth gently, he whispered “Try to get some sleep, okay?”
Wordlessly, Mokuba’s head slid downwards, causing the CEO to instinctively move away. But in that instant, he was overcome with a chill and a rush of adrenaline as he felt his pants being pulled away and a pressure between his legs; a sensation he knew he shouldn’t be experiencing. Not while his younger brother was in bed with him.
Not with him touching him like that.
Feeling hands explore that part of him; that area family members only saw when you were born, had made the CEO freeze up. He wanted so badly to push Mokuba away, tell him it wasn’t right and to go sleep in his own bed. But with visions of the familiar dreams dancing through his head, it was hard to think straight anyway. He was caught in a dream; one that Seto had tried to avoid having every night. Yet he had often found himself wishing they were real.
Having nothing left to fight back with, Seto groaned, and let himself be taken again.
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x-posted to locketpair.
Rating: PG-13/or R, to be safe.
Summary: Mokuba could feel Seto's strong heartbeat with his head against his chest...
Grey eyes gazed pleadingly up at him; the bottom lip trembling, making him look deceptively innocent.
“Only once.” He begged, a finger tracing Seto’s jawline. “Onegai, Niisama?”
Mokuba had waited all evening for Seto to turn off his laptop and retire, and now that he was safely secured in between the sheets and his brother’s arms, he wasn’t about to let his efforts go to waste.
“Just tonight.” Seto agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and shifted so his brother could rest his head on his chest.
Mokuba could feel Seto’s strong heartbeat with his head against his chest; beating a steady pace similar to the light footsteps that he knew Seto could hear outside his doorway over the clack of the laptop keyboard; similar to the rhythm of the CEO’s long, graceful fingers tapping against his desk as he sighed in boredom and anticipated the end of yet another board meeting.
Sapphire eyes already heavy-lidded with exhaustion lingered on the mass of raven hair spread over his stomach, sure that he would wake up even more tired than he already was. But Seto found that despite his desire to drift off, his mind was fully awake, and his head was starting to spin. Nudging the youth gently, he whispered “Try to get some sleep, okay?”
Wordlessly, Mokuba’s head slid downwards, causing the CEO to instinctively move away. But in that instant, he was overcome with a chill and a rush of adrenaline as he felt his pants being pulled away and a pressure between his legs; a sensation he knew he shouldn’t be experiencing. Not while his younger brother was in bed with him.
Not with him touching him like that.
Feeling hands explore that part of him; that area family members only saw when you were born, had made the CEO freeze up. He wanted so badly to push Mokuba away, tell him it wasn’t right and to go sleep in his own bed. But with visions of the familiar dreams dancing through his head, it was hard to think straight anyway. He was caught in a dream; one that Seto had tried to avoid having every night. Yet he had often found himself wishing they were real.
Having nothing left to fight back with, Seto groaned, and let himself be taken again.
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x-posted to locketpair.