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Katsuya Jonouchi 【 城之内克也】 ([personal profile] warriorclass) wrote in [community profile] jigglephysics2016-01-19 05:51 pm

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[ It's not like things have been chaotic since he left.

Yuugi slipped out in the night and things got even duller. He gave up on school - there wasn't any chance that he would graduate or go anywhere, anyway, and got a part-time job. He tried to keep his nose out of trouble, just in case Yuugi came back. He spent some more time with Shizuka. He tried to keep up with what was going on at the school with everyone through Honda, who was scraping by. He had more drive about academics than Jou did, after all.

Otherwise, he tried to just keep out of the house, only checking in for sleep and the mail. His dad didn't dare find out he left school. He didn't want to see how that fight would go, if he cared at all. He's sure it'd end up with a neighbor calling the police again.

He tried not to start fights, to get his hands dirty with stealing too much or being places he shouldn't be. He tried to keep to the better parts of town... but there's only so much he can do to avoid things the stink of a street punk attracted to him.

Fights still happened. Sometimes, he still stole, when he had to. Sometimes, he got a mouth on him and told off the wrong people. He couldn't help what came naturally to him and he couldn't help his need to lash out when he felt all alone now.

It sucks that he's ended up here, on the steps in front of Seto Kaiba's home, of all places, but where else could he go after a fight like that? He can take on a lot of guys, but not when he's caught off-guard. He won in the loosest sense, but getting away became top priority once the other guys were down. They'd get up again in no time and hunt him down.

So he climbed the fence, one shoe missing, jacket gone and hands stiff from throwing punches. He ended up on the other side and ambled his way to the steps that lead up to the door.

He wonders how long he can stay out here, just perched in the dying light outside of one Seto Kaiba's house, dribbling blood from his lips and nose onto his pristine stairs and filling the perfect air with tobacco smoke as he tries to figure out what the hell to do, or where the hell to go.

His answer comes in a hand hauling him up by the scruff of his shirt and dragging him inside, a voice berating him with who's and why's and cursing. He barely recognizes the voice, but he's sure it's one of Seto's henchman, dragging him in for a brief interrogation before preparing to boot him out.

Nice safe spot while it lasted. ]
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[personal profile] dueldisk 2016-01-25 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ nothing coming from jonouchi should turn him on this much, but he's already come down his throat once tonight. it's past the time he could have said he it wouldn't reach him, past the time that he could have denied, that he could have said he wouldn't be good enough. his fingernails dig in deep with skin-breaking force, hands shaking from the pressure. even his thin wrists have enough strength in them to do this. he may not pick fights on the streets like jonouchi does, but he's found some use for physical strength.

the friction between them is becoming slippery with sweat and precome, undoing all the good that shower did him. his head tips back to rest against the headboard, exposing his throat. he's just catching his breath. ]
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[ of course, he hasn't been able to anticipate anything jonouchi's done since they decided to go through with this, so it isn't any wonder that he doesn't expect it when he stops to lift himself, and then the return to friction and sensation when he wraps his slick hand around him. he only has the vaguest idea of what he's about, head fuzzy from the feeling of a hand on his cock. his hands slide from jonouchi's hips down to his knees, but not without leaving trails of raised skin behind, tender welts that are sure to fade before the morning comes and jonouchi can see them.

seto's panting is harsh in the otherwise silent room, with only jonouchi's breathing to compete with his volume. he presses his shoulders back into his stacked up pillows, leverage so he can lift his hips into the hand that's gripping him. all he needs is a little more. he should be trying to impress, but what does it matter when he's half naked and gasping for breath? this is the last time they're going to see each other anyway.

it should make him feel better. ]
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[personal profile] dueldisk 2016-01-25 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ by jonouchi's posture, he gets the idea of what he's planning on, although his mind is more intent on the places where they're touching. he watches, or tries to watch despite the darkness, through heavily lidded eyes, chest rising and falling, fingers fastened tight. he measures his breathing, tries to steady his hands. it's not a pause exactly, but he'd be stupid to interrupt him just because he's getting impatient again. but if he's impatient, then he doesn't know what jonouchi is.

something that he said made him stop talking, but strangely he can't identify what it might have been. in retrospect, his unhappiness was obvious, so... maybe he didn't want it to be, or...

it's frustrating that he can't figure it out. he doesn't care, but he should know nevertheless. ]
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[ whatever unsteady footing he was beginning to gain is tugged out from underneath him when jonouchi sits in his lap. the sensation of tight heat on all sides tugs a humiliating sound unmercifully from his still exposed throat, and his twitching fingers dig in deep again, leaving more purpling crescent-shaped marks. at least they're in places where nobody will see them. he doesn't know if jonouchi left any visible evidence of himself across his collarbone, but he'll find out in the morning. it doesn't matter. he has clothes he can cover up with, anyway.

his breath comes in heavy gasps, aided by the suffocating feeling of jonouchi pressed warmly flush against him once he wraps his arms around his shoulders again, collarbone digging against his cheekbone, chest nudging against his when he breathes in. he has half a mind to push him off but can't go through with it, tells himself it'll just make things take longer when this was never meant to be drawn out. jonouchi's hair is tickling his chin. he grimaces at himself, at jonouchi, at this situation, and at the excuses he made to get here.

and then he makes more of them; reminds himself this is nothing more than a transaction, reminds himself that he has to move, although when he does his whole body curls with it. it's too much so soon after the first time.

his head hits the headboard again, tilted back, teeth sunk into his lower lip. he takes his hands off of his legs and grabs at his hips instead, fingers scrabbling at his lower back, the flat expanse above his tailbone as he tries to push him down even harder. if he lifts with his hips he can almost raise them both off the bed, but jonouchi is too heavy. ]
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[ if jonouchi asked him the question he's asking himself — his answer would be obvious, when considering who it's coming from, but if he were really being truthful... that's a laugh, though. he can't even be hones twith himself. he ignores jounouchi's warnings, but can't work up the strength to do anything else before he's let him go and started moving. he slides down his pillows with his eye squeezed shut, the air cool on his stomach and on his chest where his pajama shirt is sticking to his skin. his throat works, but he can't form any words in response.

past that, he forgets all about the petty things he would have said. he doesn't have any attention to spare for anything but figuring out how to make his hips meet jonouchi's at the right time. ]
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[ the silence is more bearable after that failure of a conversation, and the way the body on top of his is moving eases his quickly beating heart. at least it gives him enough sense of himself to to succeed in settling into a rhythm, in order to make this go more smoothly. it's a simple equation, or at least it should be — it's not like he doesn't know how to get off. just because there's another person involved shouldn't make that much of a difference.

regardless of the newness of the situation, or the impossibility of who he's doing this with. jonouchi's hands are heavy on his chest with his weight bearing down. his hands are slipping from his back, sliding down his thighs to rest at his knees again, squeezing in response to the building pressure and the sounds that jonouchi is making. he's still trying to swallow his own, make sure nothing escapes, and doing a poor job of it. he can bite his bottom lip as hard as he likes, but it can't mute the low groaning in this throat, or the sound of his breathing. ]
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[ hearing his given name out of katsuya jonouchi's mouth is almost as shocking as the way he says it. loaded not with meaning but with intent. and he should know better, know that he's trying to rile him up, or get under his skin, or at the very least have an effect that would leave a lasting impression, leave a mark, but he's slipped too far outside of his own reach to be thinking about any of this. his thoughts won't focus, senses converged on the places where they're moving against one another.

it's enough that he does flinch, not only mentally but bodily as well, heat rising to his face along with his self-awareness. even the sharp slaps of skin meeting skin don't strike him quite as hard. his second climax comes over him suddenly, and he reaches his tipping point surrounded by the heat and scent and sounds of a person who he refuses to even so much as claim as his rival. but he can't deny what's tangible. he can't deny his body, or the body on top of his own.

jonouchi's hands, pinned to his chest with his weight, make it difficult to draw full breaths. he wheezes through his open-mouthed panting, heels digging into mattress as he struggles to push even deeper into that warm wetness, and then sags, limp, against the bed.

he doesn't say jonouchi's name, can't even bring himself to murmur it under his breath in anger. ]
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[ seto hisses through his teeth at the feeling of jonouchi tightening around his softening cock when he finishes himself off. his breath is still coming too quickly for him to immediately express his disgust at the mess on his stomach. he can't even bring himself to lift his hands from where they're still resting on his knees.

his eyelids are heavy as he blinks them open to look up at jonouchi from his position on his back, hair curling at the nape of his neck from the sweat collected on his skin. it takes more than a couple of minutes for him to catch his breath, and in that time he doesn't try to speak at all. ]
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[ the weight off of his body causes him to sigh in relief. he'd like to pretend it's because he doesn't like the closeness — will, if it comes to that — but mostly it's because it's easier to breathe now. once jonouchi's moved, seto returns to himself with a little more alacrity, although his eyes are still hooded and heavy. and his mind is still hazy enough that when he tells him he's about to get up, his hand darts out without any thought to grab the wrist of the hand touching him.

damn it. he wanted... he studies jounouchi's face before affixing his gaze to his eyes. he can see his outline, the shape of his features, but can't read his expression in this lack of light. like it matters. ]


Lick it up.
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[ his stomach twitches at the scrape of teeth, and the suction he wasn't expecting, but he doesn't say anything about it. why does he ever try to be nice to him? it's stupid. he's never tried to repay his kindness, made it his mission to rebuff every hand extended to him. until now. that's what he has to accept. jonouchi gave him a deal and he agreed to it, didn't even pretend to argue. he can tell himself it was curiosity, or a willingness to accept thanks where he felt it was due, but...

seto lifts his hand — the one he'd grasped jonouchi's wrist with — and touches the nape of his neck, where his thick blond hair is damp with sweat. he can't see, but he can imagine how he looks, with his already messy hair hanging limp, bangs in his face where they're tickling his navel. his stomach turns too, but for a different reason.

he doesn't rest his hand over the back of his neck, but leaves the tips of his fingers hovering, strands of hair caught between them. ]
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[ trying to ignore jonouchi's change in demeanor isn't an effective defense against the realization that he's responsible for it. that's not what he was trying to do. he just wanted to see what would happen. he should tell him. no one needs to be harboring illusions of friendship toward him, least of all jonouchi. though friendship is probably too strong of a word, and the wrong one, if they're forced to take into consideration what they've just done.

seto swallows, twisting his other hand into the sheets of the bed while he traces the tip of his index finger from the base of his skull to the first vertebrae of his spine, careful not to let more of their skin meet, even accidentally. the uncomfortable burden of jonouchi's arms around his shoulders, squeezing, remains heavy in his memory, but the strange weight currently compressing his chest is different from the pressure of the hands that were braced against his body just moments ago. ]
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[ seto takes his hand away and drops it back to the bed, stomach tightening beneath jonouchi's lips when he starts pressing kisses there. there's a response to that, a way he should act, a rebuff or a brushing-off. the idea of seeing him slink from this room with his tail between his legs would normally inspire a whole host of ways to snub him.

but this hasn't stopped being a transaction. it's an extended offer, and he would be an idiot not to take advantage. he lifts his hand again, like he's going to touch him, but never lets it settle. his eyes raise to the canopy, staring into middle distance. he knows there's no point in looking. ]


... If you agree to do me another favor in the morning, I'll let you stay here.
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I'll decide tomorrow.

[ like he would give his hand away this early.

seto pushes himself up with unsteady arms and, once sitting, they're near enough that he can feel the heat coming from jonouchi's body. a little something tugs in his gut just below his navel, but he tells himself it's just his imagination, a reaction to being overstimulated. he can keep his raw voice low without without risking being misunderstood, at least. not that he has much, if anything, to say. he clenches his teeth, leaning in toward the dip jonouchi's weight makes on his mattress, before stilling and pulling away completely. he drags himself to the side of the bed and puts his feet on the floor, discarding his pajama shirt as he goes. ]


But if you're going, then leave. Either way, I can't sleep like this.

[ he needs a shower. ]

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