[ most of his life he went without being touched kindly by other people. his brother was the only company he had, and gozaburo never did anything to encourage solidarity between the two of them. this kind of contact is entirely different, and entirely foreign. his body reacts like any other body, and he's used his hands on himself before, but seeking out someone to put their hands on him? there was never any pressing need to do so. it just wasn't important.
this is... convenience. seto sighs through his nose, and then bites his bottom lip when he feels lips against his skin. digging his teeth in either to stop his body from making some other traitorous sound, or to keep himself from opening his mouth and actually saying something. jonouchi's hands are warm, fingers a little rough against his skin. he lifts his own hands and rubs his face, cock filling at the thought of who's doing this to him. there's just something thrilling about it, is all. ]
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this is... convenience. seto sighs through his nose, and then bites his bottom lip when he feels lips against his skin. digging his teeth in either to stop his body from making some other traitorous sound, or to keep himself from opening his mouth and actually saying something. jonouchi's hands are warm, fingers a little rough against his skin. he lifts his own hands and rubs his face, cock filling at the thought of who's doing this to him. there's just something thrilling about it, is all. ]