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Voyeur
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,726
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Yugioh nor do I make money off of this story.
Voyeur
Title: Voyeur
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh nor do I make a profit from it.
Warning: yaoi
Author’s Note: One of my dear friends asked if I would write a voyeur lemon for her and this little fic is what came of it.
Ryou rustled between the shirts in Bakura’s closet, trying to find that blue one that he liked so much. Where was it? He knew it was clean; it had to be here somewhere. He was going out with Malik and Yugi tonight and Bakura’s clothes were so much cooler than his.
He heard the front door open and he froze. Bakura would kill him if he found Ryou in his room, going through his things. He panicked. Could he make it to the door and down the hall before Bakura got up here? No, he heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall and hastily pulled the door close and dearly hoping Bakura didn’t need anything in his closet.
Ryou crouched in the closet and peeked through the crack in the door as Bakura entered his room. His yami turned on the lamp next to his bed, sitting on the edge facing the closet. He was flushed and breathing heavy and Ryou wondered if something was wrong.
Bakura flopped back on the bed, panting erratically. Ryou watched silently as his yami’s hand smoothed down his toned chest and began unbuttoning his pants. He stifled a gasp as Bakura’s very flushed; very hard cock emerged from his pants.
Bakura’s hand moved up and down his length slowly and his breathing was punctuated by sharp gasps every time his thumb rubbed over the tip.
Ryou stared; mesmerized as his yami pleasured himself. The open crack of the door gave Ryou a perfect view. He could see the little drops of precum glistening on the head of Bakura’s cock, only to be collected by his fingers to make his motions more fluid.
“Mmm,” Bakura moaned as his other hand crept between his legs to fondle his testicles, squeezing them gently in turn. “Mmm, yes Ryou, just like that.”
Ryou froze as he heard his name leave his Yami’s lips. Bakura thought about him when he masturbated? He couldn’t help the shiver of arousal that sped through his body as Bakura moaned his name again.
He watched in fascination, as Bakura’s touches became harder and more desperate. He didn’t even notice as his own hand slipped under his shirt, caressing the soft skin of his stomach before dipping into his pants and taking hold of his hardening cock.
He mirrored Bakura’s movements on himself, running his hand down his length, pressing hard at the big vein underneath and brushing teasing fingers over his sac and back to press at his perineum. Ryou gasped and shivered at the sensations, but luckily they were drowned out by a loud cry from Bakura.
“Ah ah Ryou!” he gasped, his hand flying up and down his cock and Ryou’s speeding up to match it. “Oh Ryou, you feel so fucking good!”
He pressed his thumb hard against the tip, sliding his nail across the sensitive slit and it was all Ryou could do not to scream when he mimicked the motion. Sweat was beading and rolling down Bakura’s skin, making his t-shirt stick to him and outline his muscular curves. Ryou was sweating too. His hair was sticking to his neck and his hands were becoming clammy with sweat and precum.
He watched intently as Bakura’s body arched off the bed and his head flew back, splaying his hair around him. He cried out Ryou’s name in a breathy gasping voice and came in a hot and sticky arc over his stomach. He collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily and idly running his fingers through the cooling liquid on his belly.
The moment Bakura’s body writhed with orgasm; Ryou sped up his thrusts and forgot to be quiet as he came harder than he ever had before. His seed splattered over the closet door which flew open as he leaned against it for support.
Ryou went sprawling onto the floor, his pants down around his thighs and his hand covered in his own semen. His face was burning with embarrassment as he looked up to meet Bakura’s eyes.
“What were you doing in my closet?” Bakura asked with a cold threatening tone.
“Umm...I wanted to borrow a shirt,” Ryou mumbled.
“And you decided you’d stay for the show?” Bakura asked with a laugh.
Ryou didn’t answer, but his face felt like it was on fire. He tried to discreetly tuck himself back in his pants, but his yami grabbed his wrist and dragged him to his feet.
He brought his mouth to Ryou’s hand and licked up the length, from palm to fingertip, swallowing the cum he had collected.
“You know I don’t like you borrowing my stuff,” Bakura said, an excited gleam in his eye. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
Ryou’s eyes widened and his one last coherent thought was that he was definitely going to be late to meet Malik and Yugi.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh nor do I make a profit from it.
Warning: yaoi
Author’s Note: One of my dear friends asked if I would write a voyeur lemon for her and this little fic is what came of it.
Ryou rustled between the shirts in Bakura’s closet, trying to find that blue one that he liked so much. Where was it? He knew it was clean; it had to be here somewhere. He was going out with Malik and Yugi tonight and Bakura’s clothes were so much cooler than his.
He heard the front door open and he froze. Bakura would kill him if he found Ryou in his room, going through his things. He panicked. Could he make it to the door and down the hall before Bakura got up here? No, he heard his heavy footsteps coming down the hall and hastily pulled the door close and dearly hoping Bakura didn’t need anything in his closet.
Ryou crouched in the closet and peeked through the crack in the door as Bakura entered his room. His yami turned on the lamp next to his bed, sitting on the edge facing the closet. He was flushed and breathing heavy and Ryou wondered if something was wrong.
Bakura flopped back on the bed, panting erratically. Ryou watched silently as his yami’s hand smoothed down his toned chest and began unbuttoning his pants. He stifled a gasp as Bakura’s very flushed; very hard cock emerged from his pants.
Bakura’s hand moved up and down his length slowly and his breathing was punctuated by sharp gasps every time his thumb rubbed over the tip.
Ryou stared; mesmerized as his yami pleasured himself. The open crack of the door gave Ryou a perfect view. He could see the little drops of precum glistening on the head of Bakura’s cock, only to be collected by his fingers to make his motions more fluid.
“Mmm,” Bakura moaned as his other hand crept between his legs to fondle his testicles, squeezing them gently in turn. “Mmm, yes Ryou, just like that.”
Ryou froze as he heard his name leave his Yami’s lips. Bakura thought about him when he masturbated? He couldn’t help the shiver of arousal that sped through his body as Bakura moaned his name again.
He watched in fascination, as Bakura’s touches became harder and more desperate. He didn’t even notice as his own hand slipped under his shirt, caressing the soft skin of his stomach before dipping into his pants and taking hold of his hardening cock.
He mirrored Bakura’s movements on himself, running his hand down his length, pressing hard at the big vein underneath and brushing teasing fingers over his sac and back to press at his perineum. Ryou gasped and shivered at the sensations, but luckily they were drowned out by a loud cry from Bakura.
“Ah ah Ryou!” he gasped, his hand flying up and down his cock and Ryou’s speeding up to match it. “Oh Ryou, you feel so fucking good!”
He pressed his thumb hard against the tip, sliding his nail across the sensitive slit and it was all Ryou could do not to scream when he mimicked the motion. Sweat was beading and rolling down Bakura’s skin, making his t-shirt stick to him and outline his muscular curves. Ryou was sweating too. His hair was sticking to his neck and his hands were becoming clammy with sweat and precum.
He watched intently as Bakura’s body arched off the bed and his head flew back, splaying his hair around him. He cried out Ryou’s name in a breathy gasping voice and came in a hot and sticky arc over his stomach. He collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily and idly running his fingers through the cooling liquid on his belly.
The moment Bakura’s body writhed with orgasm; Ryou sped up his thrusts and forgot to be quiet as he came harder than he ever had before. His seed splattered over the closet door which flew open as he leaned against it for support.
Ryou went sprawling onto the floor, his pants down around his thighs and his hand covered in his own semen. His face was burning with embarrassment as he looked up to meet Bakura’s eyes.
“What were you doing in my closet?” Bakura asked with a cold threatening tone.
“Umm...I wanted to borrow a shirt,” Ryou mumbled.
“And you decided you’d stay for the show?” Bakura asked with a laugh.
Ryou didn’t answer, but his face felt like it was on fire. He tried to discreetly tuck himself back in his pants, but his yami grabbed his wrist and dragged him to his feet.
He brought his mouth to Ryou’s hand and licked up the length, from palm to fingertip, swallowing the cum he had collected.
“You know I don’t like you borrowing my stuff,” Bakura said, an excited gleam in his eye. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
Ryou’s eyes widened and his one last coherent thought was that he was definitely going to be late to meet Malik and Yugi.