[ if jonouchi had anything to say that wasn't an affirmation, he would have said it. what he does instead is enough to shut him up for now, mouth on his throat, bodies pressed flush from chest to groin. without his thoughts to ground him, his focus slips back to the baser things going on between them, like the way his body wants to move beneath him, only wanting more.
jonouchi's arms, when they find their way around his shoulders, grasp like a vice. his breath gets caught in his throat and bursts out in a rush. he wishes he would just — just answer him. it'd be easier to know where they were if he would speak. say something. but he can't catch his breath to fill the air for them, so his response is to find his hips with his hands instead, digs his fingernails into his skin. it probably hurts, but that's what he gets. his lungs are burning and it's his fault. ]
Fuck—
[ seto presses the heels of his hands to the backs of jonouchi's thighs and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to crush them even closer together. god, his head is swimming. he needs to breathe. breath normally. but he's too hot, and the body on top of him too heavy. ]
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jonouchi's arms, when they find their way around his shoulders, grasp like a vice. his breath gets caught in his throat and bursts out in a rush. he wishes he would just — just answer him. it'd be easier to know where they were if he would speak. say something. but he can't catch his breath to fill the air for them, so his response is to find his hips with his hands instead, digs his fingernails into his skin. it probably hurts, but that's what he gets. his lungs are burning and it's his fault. ]
Fuck—
[ seto presses the heels of his hands to the backs of jonouchi's thighs and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to crush them even closer together. god, his head is swimming. he needs to breathe. breath normally. but he's too hot, and the body on top of him too heavy. ]