Carwash, with Extra Wax

9 – Attitude Adjustment

Joey’s face contorted in mixed pleasure
and frustration, and he started a continuous keening.

Tristan looked at Kaiba. “You can’t
leave him that way.”

“True.”

“Jeez, Wheeler, put a sock in it!”
Tristan snapped: then, to Kaiba, “Can’t you put something
in his mouth?”

“Whatever you say,” Kaiba replied
silkily and, moving over, bent and kissed Joey, plunging his tongue
deep. Joey returned the kiss as enthusiastically as was possible in
his bound state. After a few minutes Kaiba took a brief break to suck
on the blond's bottom lip, then attacked his mouth again. Joey's
fingers flexed and wiggled against the velvet cords, little contented
murmurs rolled out from deep in his throat, and his hips made small,
futile thrusts.

Finally Tristan reached over, grabbed a
handful of Kaiba’s hair, and pulled his head away from Joey’s.

“That’s enough.”

“No it’s not,” Joey
protested dazedly.

Kaiba looked at Tristan smugly, then asked,
“So, should I finish him off?”

“Yeah,” Joey murmured, “finish
me off.”

“Nothing fancy,” Tristan warned.

“Nothing fancy,” Kaiba agreed. He
moved back down the table, licked the length of Joey, ran the tip of
his tongue around the velvety head.

Joey emitted an irregular stream of “ah,
ah, ah, ah, ah.”

Kaiba flicked his tongue over the sensitive
ridge, and Joey sucked in his breath until it looked as though his
ribs would pop through his abdomen.

“Nice technique,” Tristan
admitted grudgingly, beginning to pump his own erection as he
watched.

Kaiba took his tongue away –

The ahs stopped. “No, no!”

– rubbed his palm over the glistening
tip –

“Yes, yes!”

– and began to stroke firmly and
expertly with the now-slick hand while the other held Joey firmly at
the base, stretching the skin taut.

After a moment he took the head into his
mouth and began to suck as he stroked.

Joey thrashed and went over the edge, yelling
Kaiba's name.