[ Something in him is pleased that even a nice bed like this creaks when bodies are moving on it. As he pushes down on his chest and drops himself harder every time his body comes down to be flush with Kaiba's thighs, he hears the way the springs move under their combined weights and thinks it sounds better than the muffled thumps the floor under his futon would provide.
He's not shy about his own voice. He wants to discover what ways Kaiba will flinch and grip his knees if he hears the way he can dredge up sound of pleasure from his gut. If he's going to shake him, he wants to shake him the right way. He can't call it 'impressive', but something that sticks at least one positive note of him in Kaiba's thick, stupid skull. Swallowing his pride and the saliva gathered under his tongue, he parts his lips and moans out his name, his given name--
Seto...
with purpose. It's a better gut punch, a better way to get him to flinch inside him. He has submitted to doing it all, as his payment for all of this unwarranted kindness, but he wants to see what he'll do, how he'll move, when he hears his name groaned out in that erotic kind of way. ]
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He's not shy about his own voice. He wants to discover what ways Kaiba will flinch and grip his knees if he hears the way he can dredge up sound of pleasure from his gut. If he's going to shake him, he wants to shake him the right way. He can't call it 'impressive', but something that sticks at least one positive note of him in Kaiba's thick, stupid skull. Swallowing his pride and the saliva gathered under his tongue, he parts his lips and moans out his name, his given name--
Seto...
with purpose. It's a better gut punch, a better way to get him to flinch inside him. He has submitted to doing it all, as his payment for all of this unwarranted kindness, but he wants to see what he'll do, how he'll move, when he hears his name groaned out in that erotic kind of way. ]