Brother Stories
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,740
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Marshmallows
Mokuba is short for his age. His legs still don’t touch the ground when he sits on his brother’s lap. He rests comfortably between Seto’s thighs, leaning his head back against his shoulder.
Seto’s hand is on his thigh: There’s still a little baby fat left, plumply coating the boyish muscles. He holds a bag of strawberry marshmallows.
“I don’t understand, Nisama.” Mokuba’s own hand is very busy, taking round white marshmallows to his mouth. The filling is just the same red as his lips. He bites, then brings them away, and there is a little film of sticky pink, left on his front teeth. “You always give me candy, when I sit on your lap.”
He can smell strawberries on his breath when he speaks. He brings Mokuba’s hand to his own mouth: His fingers are powdered with cornstarch. Seto carefully licks each one clean.
“Why do you give me candy, Nisama?” His eyes are wide with mock innocence – “I like sitting on your lap.” Seto bends and kisses him. Because your lips are red and sticky. His tongue slides inside, and he savors the strawberry on his brother’s teeth. Because sugar is always sweetest when I taste it in you. His arms are tight around the young body, fingers pressing skin that is as soft as marshmallows. Mokuba’s mouth is sweet and juicy, and Seto could come, just sitting here, holding him like this.
Seto’s hand is on his thigh: There’s still a little baby fat left, plumply coating the boyish muscles. He holds a bag of strawberry marshmallows.
“I don’t understand, Nisama.” Mokuba’s own hand is very busy, taking round white marshmallows to his mouth. The filling is just the same red as his lips. He bites, then brings them away, and there is a little film of sticky pink, left on his front teeth. “You always give me candy, when I sit on your lap.”
He can smell strawberries on his breath when he speaks. He brings Mokuba’s hand to his own mouth: His fingers are powdered with cornstarch. Seto carefully licks each one clean.
“Why do you give me candy, Nisama?” His eyes are wide with mock innocence – “I like sitting on your lap.” Seto bends and kisses him. Because your lips are red and sticky. His tongue slides inside, and he savors the strawberry on his brother’s teeth. Because sugar is always sweetest when I taste it in you. His arms are tight around the young body, fingers pressing skin that is as soft as marshmallows. Mokuba’s mouth is sweet and juicy, and Seto could come, just sitting here, holding him like this.