[ seto breathes out hard through his nose, just as surprised about the mouth on his body as he is the hands on his shoulders. jonouchi's hands are warm from the shower he took, and his mouth is as hot on his body as it was when his lips were wrapped around his cock. he wonders for a moment if he'll wake up tomorrow and realize that this was all some sort of bizarre dream, but he knows it's a stupid thought. if this were product of his subconscious, his thoughts wouldn't be so divisive, and jonouchi's weight pinning him to the bed wouldn't feel so real.
real enough to push up into with his skinny hips and feel friction, and he's suddenly embarrassed about the duvet because this would be better without it. he doesn't have anything to hide, anyway. but his curiosity reveals itself in his reluctance to take the reigns and push it down himself. jonouchi has never shown himself to be good at strategist, and he's always thought his plans were foolish and mostly based around haphazard bursts of luck. but like this, when there's only one goal and no competition...
this isn't the sort of thing someone like seto should be doing at all. he picks up his hands and places them on jonouchi's knees so he has something to hold onto, licking hips lips and pressing his mouth into a line. ]
I — I can't believe you really offered to do this. Honestly, you must be some sort of masochist.
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real enough to push up into with his skinny hips and feel friction, and he's suddenly embarrassed about the duvet because this would be better without it. he doesn't have anything to hide, anyway. but his curiosity reveals itself in his reluctance to take the reigns and push it down himself. jonouchi has never shown himself to be good at strategist, and he's always thought his plans were foolish and mostly based around haphazard bursts of luck. but like this, when there's only one goal and no competition...
this isn't the sort of thing someone like seto should be doing at all. he picks up his hands and places them on jonouchi's knees so he has something to hold onto, licking hips lips and pressing his mouth into a line. ]
I — I can't believe you really offered to do this. Honestly, you must be some sort of masochist.