An Affair To Remember (In The Morning)

Summer Heat Smut Challenge: An Affair to Remember (in the morning)


Author: Shakster

Rating: NC-17 (surprise)

Pairing: “M” x Yami

Disclaimer: Yugioh isn’t mine… if it were… well, let’s not go there.

Category: One-shot

Summary: Yami’s feeling mighty neglected by Seto so he answers an ad in an underground personals column to meet a mysterious man to have an illicit affair with. Things, needless to say, don’t go as expected, as Yami gmoremore than he bargained for at the hands of “M”.


Warning: This is extreme smut. Dirty…raw… uncensored. Watch for use of some obscene language and sex positions, if you don’t want to be scarred for life I suggest you run away. Run while you still can.

Author’s notes: Alas, I should be writing a million other things but this little idea crept in my head the other day while chatting away with CVE. I just figured since I’ve been blamed for being a bad influence on my precious internet lover that I mind as well live up to my reputation of smutty goodness.


Also just in case you’re having a rough time visualizing what one of the chairs used in this story looks like, I provided a link so you could see a picture of a chaise lounge:

http://www.la-z-boy.com/ourfurniture/furniture_detail.asp?furnitureID=308

I dedicate this smut to you CVE my late night internet smut goddess. Thanks for being inspirational…and I can’t wait until your clothes fall off when I… oops, I mean… love ya, hope you enjoy it.

An Affair To Remember (In The Morning)

Yami walked into the bedroom he shared with the love of both this and his past life, and settled onto the bed. Seto was busy typing away on his laptop, the sound of his rhythmic clacking filling the otherwise silent room, the brunet oblivious to his diminutive lover’s entrance. Yami waited a few moments, hoping, knowing, that Seto would look up from his incessant typing and acknowledge his presence. Perhaps commenting on how incredibly fetching Yami looked in all black.

But like so many nights that preceded this one the CEO of the world’s largest gaming empire was unaware and uninterested in his boyfriend. The undying love and lust that consumed their relationship three years ago was often lost, Seto trading in his canisters of whipped dessert topping for canisters of shaving cream as he spent most of his at at Kaiba Corp. or preparing to leave for Kaiba Corp. He dashed back and forth between Japan and the states barely having time to catch sleep as he plotted to take over bus business universe.

Seto still loved him, he knew. But lately, the unthinkable had happened. Things in the bedroom had gone stale, dry. Yami had often thought such a thing was impossible, passion between them was at a fevered pitch when they first began dating, but now, Seto had turned into work mode, a state he had been stuck in for months. And Yami was tired of being neglected. Tired of talking about it. He had mentioned it to Seto, sitting him down, telling him that it wasn’t sexy for Seto to schedule in a “fuck break” in his PDA.

Things lacked the spontaneity they once had. Seto no longer had time for Yami to be mischievous and show up at the office in a skimpy outfit. Seto didn’t respond with enthusiasm when Yami called him to lure him home for lunch with explicit dirty talk. He had talked and talked and talked to Seto about it, talked until he was blue in the face, but nothing had been done, so Yami knew he would just have to take matters into his own hands.

And get some on the side.

He hadn’t known how to go about it. After all, Seto Kaiba was not the type of person you cheated on. And Yami did love Seto more than anything in the world. He didn’t want a relationship with someone else. He just needed someone to fuck him the way Seto was supposed to. No more missionary style. No more tired routine in bed. He needed something raunchy and fresh.

Unbeknown to Seto, Yami had been subscribing to underground homosexual magazines for months, happy and excited to read smutty story submissions, and hot sex tips. He had tried every piece of steamy advice in the mags and still got nothing but the same old stuff. It was only when he turned to the personals section and read ads for fetish seekers that he knew what he needed. After talking to Seto once more, to give him the benefit of the doubt, Yami decided he was going to be dominated by a stranger, a fantasy of his he had never fully realized, since the only person he had ever been with in this lifetime was Seto himself.

He had already decided there was nothing wrong with getting some on the side. It wasn’t that he was trying to be immoral, but the truth was Seto just wasn’t living up to his duties in the bedroom. And since Seto wasn’t taking care of him properly Yami affirmed that this was the best solution to the problem.

And tonight was the night. He had found just the ad he was looking for, it appealed to him perfectly. Yami had a very dominant personality, of course, and even when submitting to Seto he still maintained a healthy amount of control. But he always wondered what would happen if he abandoned control and willingly submitted to another man’s commands. Part of him was curious about giving up control to another, and the ad he found seemed to be placed just for him.

M, as the ad was signed, wanted a guy who had a dominant personality but wanted to experiment with being submissive by giving control to him. He promised complete satisfaction and an experience one would never forget. Yami knew it was perfect, thinking that if things did get out of hand, if M was some kind ofistiistic maniac he would simply mind crush him or worse. Yami knew how to handle himself.

His mind made up, he gave Seto another glance. Seto hadn’t bothered acknowledging his presence, and only reaffirmed his commitment to meet M at a hotel bar across town. “I’m leaving now, Dragon. I’m going to see Aibou, I won’t be back until very late.”

“Hum?” Seto didn’t bother looking up.

“Dragon. I’m going now, alright? Isn’t there anything you want to say to me?” Yami felt his heart clench. He didn’t want to leave his dragon, he wanted Seto to shut the laptop, toss him on the bed and fuck him. He wanted Seto to be the man he was when they first met, instead of this workaholic grump he was left with now. They were supposed to be soul mates. Connected for all time. “Dragon?”

“Yeah, love you too, Yami…bye.” Yami sighed.

He was only doing this because Seto left him no choice. He didn’t want to break up with his dragon because he was being neglected, but he couldn’t live like this any longer. Yami slipped out of the room silently, Seto not once looking up from the pitter pat of his fingers on the keys. The CEO continued his typing long after Yami headed out for the hotel.

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He was early, but that was because he was nervous. M and he had spoken on the phone once, M responding to Yami’s response and telling him where and when they would meet. Yami had tried to explain to M that he couldn’t just show up on a random night to rendezvous with him since he was in a serious relationship and lived with his lover. M was uninterested in Yami’s excuses and told Yami simply that if he didn’t meet him at the specified time and place he would “find another neglected bitch to fuck.”

Yami had never been spoken to in such a way. His dragon would never dare talk to him like that unless he wanted a dental restructuring. But for whatever reason the way this stranger said it, turned Yami on. He had felt so tingly by the sound of M’s voice that he had masturbated after hanging up the phone. Normally he would have asked his dragon to help him but of course it was the middle of the day, and Seto was busy at work doing whatever it was he did.

He couldn’t believe he was going through with this. It wasn’t too late to leave. It wasn’t too late to go home and pretend this had never happened. He pulled out his cell phone and called Seto, wanting to hear his voice once more, wanting Seto to demand he come back home so they could have passionate sex.

“What is it Yami?” Seto asked, grumpily. The way he always sounded when he was interrupted while he was working.

“I just wanted to let you know I’m here, Dragon.”

“Fine.”

“I guess…I’ll see you later then…”

“Guess so.” Seto made a face then hung up. Yami sighed and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Why was he still holding out hope? It was Seto who pushed him into another man’s bed in the first place. Well, technically they were in a hotel, so it wasn’t M’s bed either… he was reaching here… clearly the act of sleeping with another man… no matter what bed it was was the ultimate issue…

“Yami?” Yami spun and looked into deep chocolate eyes. Was this… M?

He was handsome, and tall. Long flowing blond hair. Yami resisted the urge to reach out and touch it. He’d wait until later, there were more important things right now.

“You must be M, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Yami offered a smile. The man stood still, silently, as he raked over every inch of Yami’s body. Yami hadn’t been sure how to dress, after all he had never done anything quite like this before.

“Better than I thought you’d be,” M asserted, answering a question that hadn’t been asked. M made no move to hide his admiration Yami’s choice of attire, the tight fitting black leather pants and even tighter black muscle shirt that outlined every curve in his chest and stomach. “It’s been my experience that neglected bitches tend to let themselves go a bit. You seem to keep yourself maintained. I like that.”

Yami made a face. “Listen, I know I was the one to seek you out. And once things get underway I am more than willing to do as you ask, within reason. But I will not be referred to as a “neglected bitch” as you so eloquently put it.” Yami mentally smirked at Seto’s influence on his vocabulary. He never used to speak like this until meeting the CEO.

“Let’s get one thing straight off the bat, Yami,” M began, as he reached out and grabbed a clump of Yami’s hair. “I will speak to you however I see fit, and if I want to call you a bitch or a slut or a whore or another term I will.” He pulled Yami’s hair, Yami jerking forward, nearly stumbling off the bar stool he was perched on. “Got that, Bitch?”

“Let go of me!” Yami demanded. M pulled again, harder. “You bastard, let me go!”

“You got a mouth on you…this should be interesting. I’m glad you didn’t lie in your response. You do have a dominant spirit. All the more fun to break.” M held Yami’s hair until he was forced to stand up. “Once more, do you get it?” Yami looked at M for a moment and nodded. M released his hair. “Have a seat.”

Yami narrowed his crimson orbs but did as he was told. This was going to be quite the night, he knew that already. But as nervous as he was, he was excited, he could already feel himself stirring in his pants. He had fantasized about being treated a bit roughly, and M seemed up to the challenge.

“Two coronas, and a glass please,” M ordered. He sat down next to Yami, his legs spread wide, letting Yami see the large package housed in his jeans. Yami wasn’t sure what he had expected M to be like… but he was impressed. The hotel choice, the way M looked. He made a mental note of all the things that he was enjoying.

“Here you go.” Yami didn’t move as M took the bottles from the bartender. M nodded at the bartender and opened his beer with his hands. Yami watched as M did the same thing with the one he had gotten for Yami. He poured the beverage into the glass and gave Yami a look.

“Lean closer to me, Yami.” Yami did, swallowing. M leaned over and gave him a sloppy wet kiss and then pushed Yami away from him. “It always tastes better when your lips are warmed up first.” Yami swallowed again. “You want some?”

“Yes.” M smirked, then put the glass to Yami’s lips. “I can drink it myself, I don’t need to be fed.”

“Did I say I wanted you to speak?” Yami narrowed his eyes. “Open your mouth…” Yami did, reluctantly, M tipping the glass against Yami’s lips. “Once we get upstairs…I expect you to swallow everything I pour into this pert little mouth of yours, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then we’ll get along fine.” M put down the glass and pulled out a key card from his pocket. “This is for you. I need to make a couple of calls. You finish your drink and head upstairs. Room 269. I’ll be there shortly.”

M didn’t wait for Yami to respond before he headed away from the bar taking his corona with him. “Is he going to pay for that?” the bartender asked, giving Yami a nasty look. Yami made a face and pulled out his wallet.

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Yami sat on the bed tensely, unsure what he was supposed to do. He was on the bed at some strange hotel, about to be dominated by a stranger. He was living out his ultimate fantasy, but couldn’t help but be nervous. Yami wasn’t sure why he wanted to be dominated like this, Seto and him usually took turns bottoming to each other since they were both semes by nature. Perhaps he wanted to submit like this because this constituted the ultimate loss of control. As pharaoh he had to be in control at all times, but in this lifetime as Yami and not Atemu he had the opportunity to try submitting. Really submitting.

Yami fidgeted. Did M want him undressed? He hadn’t mentioned it, so Yami remained clothed. M was direct and to the point, Yami could still feel the tightness on the top of his skull where M had pulled his hair.

It took about ten minutes before M opened the door with his room key and entered. Yami sat stiffly on the bed on the opposite side of the suite, wishing he had more alcohol in his system to help with his inhibitions. He watched as M dead-bolted the door and crossed the room in smooth, controlled strides. M was gorgeous and sexy…the kind of good looks that made him weak in the knees. Yami had never been attracted to blonds with long hair, but he was definitely turned on by this man.

“This is your first time with me so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. But for future reference you’re to be stripped so when I enter the room that tight little body of yours is ready for me.”

“You didn’t say to undress, I thought maybe we could talk first. Besides, I don’t plan on doing this again. This is a one time thing to get it out of my system.” M smirked thenthen narrowed his eyes. He grabbed Yami’s hair again and gave it a demanding yank. Yami squirmed and groaned.

“You’re pushing it, Yami. If you thought I came up here for a rousing chat you obviously answered the wrong personals ad. Secondly, and more important, once you’ve had me you won’t be able to resist. My bitches always come back begging for me to whore their bodies again, which I plan to do. After this night you will belong to me, and I will do what I wish with you.” He gave Yami’s head another pull. “Now stand up and strip. And don’t say anything else or I’m going to have to take more drastic measures.”

M pulled Yami up by the hair and finally released. Yami narrowed his eyes and rubbed his head. Bastard. Of course Yami wasn’t completely upset about the situation, since he was already pretty damn aroused. This was what he desired after all, and M seemed like just the man for the job.

M removed his pants and boxers and walked over to the desk and chair in a corner of the room and watched as Yami stripped off his boots, then his pants, and finally his muscle shirt. He had never worn underwear a day in his life, well since he manifested himself his own body separate from Yugi’s. M watched Yami undress with satisfaction but said nothing. He held out a single finger and signaled Yami closer to him.

Yami walked over to him, his face burning hot at M’s meticulous gawking. He felt like a piece of meat, and he loved it. “I’m going to lay out the ground rules so there’s no more confusion between us. If you follow all the rules things will go well. If you break the rules I’ll discipline you.”

M began stroking his growing arousal as he spoke. He was an impressive size, and thick, Yami’s penis already drooling as it watched the obscene display. “Whenever we meet I expect you completely naked so that I can use your body immediately. Your number one goal and obligation is my pleasure. You will gain satisfaction only in satisfying me. That is to say, that if you want to release you will have to earn that privilege. You are to remain focused on your goal, bringing me to climax, do not allow your mind to wander to your own erection or lust. Pay careful attention to all of my needs.”

M adjusted himself, spreading his legs further as he pousomesome flavored body oil onto his swelling appendage. “You will do everything I tell you to without objection and willingly. I will turn you into a panting, begging, wanton slut who enjoys fulfilling your duties. You wnot not speak unless addressed. You will answer all of my questions honestly. You are permitted to speak only when expressing your pain or pleasure or when needing clarification to better please me. You are not allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission. I expect you to be polite and mannerly at all times. Asking “please” when you want something and giving me a “thank you” after you have received it. Any questions?”

Yami shook his head no. M grabbed Yami’s head again. “No. I have no questions.” M released Yami’s hair.

“Good. Then let us begin.” M smiled darkly and reached up and touched one of Yami’s hard little nipples. He rolled it around in his fingers, Yami leaning into the contact. “Already hard for me aren’t you slut…your nipples and your cock are erect and waiting at attention for me, hum?”

“Yes.”

M’s hands were still slick from the body oil and he smeared the excess onto Yami’s chest. “I want to rub my dripping cock all over your slutty little face in a couple of minutes, would you like that, Yami?”

Yami swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes.” M’s hands were now on Yami’s backside, rubbing warmed oil all over his ass. M took no time spreading Yami’s cheeks and inserting two fingers.

Yami gasped loudly.

“I need to make sure my new little fuck toy is tight enough for me. Ask me to check your slut hole.” Yami bit his lip to hold back a moan as he locked eyes with M. “Say it.”

“Please check my slut hole.” M smiled and entered a third digit. “Is it tight enough for you?”

M smiled brighter. “Yes, it is. Just the way I like my whores. Would you like me to loosen your tight little hole for you?”

“Ra…YES…” M smirked. He curled his fingers and hit the spot in Yami that already had him seeing stars. He needed to stroke himself, needed to beat off and empty himself all over the floor but he was not permitted to touch himself, and wanting to forestall anymore hair pulling, or worse, he forced himself to wait.

M removed his fingers and gave Yami a look. “What would your boyfriend do to you if he found out you were letting me turn you into a slut, Yami?”

“He’d probably kill me…slowly. He’s possessive.” M smirked.

“Something we have in common.” M took more of the oil and poured some in his hands, then rubbed them together. “I guess you’re something we have in common as well, hum?”

“Yes.” Yami watched with a lust-hazy gaze as M rubbed the oil into his bare flesh, pulling at Yami’s poor defenseless nubs. He wasn’t sure what M would do if he came standing on this very spot. This was the most erotic moment he had ever experienced and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last without releasing.

“Have you talked to your boyfriend about your desires, Slut?” M asked as he grabbed one of Yami’s nipples and pulled it so Yami was forced closer to him. M leaned up and bit it, hard. Yami groaned. M took the nipple from his mouth and met dark crimson orbs. “Did you tell him you needed this?”

“Yes. I told him.” M gave Yami an unreadable look before he took the other nipple into his mouth for the same torment. The second M’s teeth made contact Yami’s dick jumped.

“Did he listen to your fantasies, Yami?” M asked, releasing the swollen nub.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” M smirked again.

“Indeed. You are here. And you’re about to get your little asshole loosened up. On your knees. Kneel in front of me so that I can rub my thick cock all over your smutty lips.” Yami hated being so eager but hell, he was. He was eager and horny and painfully aroused. M was already living up to his expectations and they hadn’t really done anything yet.

M wiped his dick across Yami’s lips with a self-satisfied look on his face. He was one smug fucker all right. Yami opened his mouth as M took his dick away and licked his lips tasting the pre-release and flavored oil that his would be lover had left in his wake. “Are you a good little cocksucker, Yami? Maybe your boyfriend is no longer interested in you because you don’t give good head.” Yami didn’t respond and watched as M stroked himself some more.

Seto never asked for blowjobs. Yami gave them to him on occasion the same way Seto did for him, but it had never been a big deal to either of them. But now, Yami kneeling in front of M like this… he knew his thoughts on oral sex were going to change.

“Do you like having cock in your mouth, Bitch?” M asked, slowing down his strokes.

“I don’t know.”

“But you want my cock in your hot mouth, don’t you?” Boy, did he.

“Yes, please.”

“Ask for it.” M wasn’t going to make this easy on him. He could tell.

“Please put your cock in my mouth.” Yami couldn’t believe the words that were coming from his mouth. Wasn’t he a former pharaoh? Wasn’t this completely out of character for him? Why was he so aroused by this?

He had no time to think about it as he began the blowjob. He bobbed his head but knew he’d never get all of it into his mouth. M was just too big and he wasn’t any good at deep throating. He had been going at a steady pace for a few moments when M demanded he take the rest in. Yami knew he couldn’t so he pulled M out.

“That’s as far as I can go.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Yes.”

“What is your boyfriend supposed to do with you, huh?” M stood up. “No slut of mine is getting away with that ridiculous attempt. Over to the bed.” Yami remained kneeling, not sure he really wanted to know what M had planned for him on the bed. “I told you to get on the bed. Now.”

Yami still didn’t move. What exactly was M plotting for him?

“You have a choice, you can get on the bed and obey me or you can worry about something far more uncomfortable than a dick in your throat.” Yami tookwallwallow and stood, finally. He really could not fathom that he was doing such a thing. This was ridiculous. Laughable.

Yami listened to M’s instructions and lay on the bed stomach up. His head rested over the edge of the bed. M stood in front of him, his impressive member standing in his face. “Let’s try this again. Shall we?” Yami opened his mouth again, and M inserted himself. “Yes, that’s right, take it in like a good little cheap whore.”

Yami did feel like a cheap whore, he felt dirty and used and he couldn’t get enough of this feeling. This was what he wanted, to be treated harshly and roughly. He had always wanted to do this with Seto…but he never knew how to ask. He was thankful and impressed with M’s willingness and skill.

“Relax and breathe through your nose.” Yami complied, M easing more of himself into Yami’s moist oral cavity.

It wasn’t long before M pushed himself gently the rest of the way inside. Yami swallowed around him as M eased back out. “I knew a slut like you could do it. Now continue until I think you’ve had enough. And don’t let me see you touching your wet dick.”

Wet wasn’t the word for it.

Yami was aching, rubbing his thighs together like some kind of desperate bitch in heat. His stiff shaft had leaked pre-cum everywhere and as M usis mis mouth the way he wanted he only continued to get more and more aroused. He wanted to be used…worn out…left open and panting.

After a few minutes M finally slipped out of Yami’s mouth with a wet, smacking “plop” sound.

“You’ve had enough. Back over to the desk.” M stood up turned the chair so that it was once again facing the desk. He sat on it and Yami stood in front of him, unsure what he was supposed to do now.

“What would like me to do to you, Slut?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Yami answered firmly. He was too far gone to care anymore. M smiled.

“I just fucked your little mouth, is that where you want me to fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck my ass, please.” M smiled again.

“Very well then. Turn around.” Yami did. “I’d put my hands on the desk if I were you.” Yami did. M wasted no more time, finishing his preparations with three fingers and more of the body oil. Yami moaned and shook his bottom half wanting more of the illicit sensations shooting through his entire body.

M poked around a bit, agitating Yami’s prostate before he pulled out roughly. He used his feet to push the chair back so he’d have plenty of room. “Sit on my cock, and let every last bit of it fill you, Slut.”

Yami spread his legs and straddled M so that they were facing the same way. He loved when Seto took him when he was sitting on his lap like this. But he had no idea that M had something else in mind. “Bend in half, until your hands are braced on the floor.”

“I’ll fall off.”

“My dick’s in your ass nice and smug, you won’t fall off. Now bend over so I can show you how my good little bitches take it from me.” M pushed Yami’s head down. Yami instinctively spread his legs wider to compensate his balance. “It helps if you put your feet up so they’re up on your toes.” Yami adjusted, the palms of his hand on the carpeted floor, his legs spread wide, his feet on his toes as he sat high up on M’s lap, the blond’s pulsing dick throbbing in his entrance.

“Say it, Yami…tell me…”

“Please…fuck me…fuck me hard…” M pushed up. “Ahhhhhh…mmmmm….oh….gods…” M didn’t wait for Yami to adjust and started pumping into the lithe body straddling him. Yami cried out, relishing the feeling of being used like this.

M rubbed his hands on Yami’s bare back and used one hand to secure Yami’s hips. “Damn you’re tight… you slut…fuck yes..”

Yami wiggled back, needing more of it. “Push it harder…push it harder into me.” He felt vulnerable and dirty in this position, half his body on the floor as he begged and panted for the fucking of his life.

M gave him quick, shallow strokes that tempted him and left him gasping for more. As he grazed across his prostate sparks of electricity shot through him, but they were few and far between and he was desperate for harder, deeper ministrations. “Please…harder…”

“Bounce…up and down…” Yami did, wondering absently if he would fall off. M thrusted up into him as Yami rocked back, it wasn’t nearly hard enough, M was clearly getting more enjoyment out of it than he was, if his animalistic grunts were any indication.

“Please… I need…oh gods….Ahh…ahh…mmm…ahhh…”

“Bounce back harder, rock that asshole on and off my dick, Bitch. Rock on it like you own it. I’m going to show you how I ride my sluts.” Yami growled, using his hands to press his lower body up and down onto the slippery pole that was lodged inside of him.

“M…PLEASE…”

“You close…you need to come, Slut?”

“Please… let me…Ra…please…”

“I told you my pleasure was more important than yours…now use that little ass cunt of yours to fuck the cum out of me. And if you do a good job maybe I’ll stroke you a bit.” Yami knew if he didn’t do as M asked he wouldn’t get it the way he wanted so he pressed harder and harder back onto M’s aching manhood, fucking him with his tight heat.

“You slutty bitch…harder…faster. Just the way M likes it…” M slinked one hand down Yami’s back and pulled Yami’s hair, Yami’s head was forced back and he shrieked desperately. “I said harder and I meant it..”

M was being so rough on him and Yami could barely stand it. He pressed back up, his poor puckered entrance now swollen and worn as he used his feet to get more leverage. M slid off the chair a bit and grabbed him with both hands and released hard, hot sticky cum coating the walls of Yami’s velvet enclosure. Both of them growled, although Yami still hadn’t released. When M finished he pushed Yami off of him and he landed on the floor with soft thud.

“That wasn’t bad, for starters. Took the edge off at least. But I’m far from finished with you, Slut.” Yami was now on all fours, panting, covered in sweat, the release from M’s rough acquisition now dripping out onto his thighs. “I’m going to teach you to pleasure me with that tight hole of yours if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll make you a slut-boy yet.”

Yami was exhausted and so painfully aroused he was tempted to just stoke himself now, and worry about the consequences of his actions later. He turned and looked at M who gave him a deathly smirk. “Don’t even think about it, Bitch.” Yami swallowed. M stood up, he was still half hard. “You still need to earn the right to come, do you understand?”

“Yes, M.” M smiled.

“Would you like me to teach you how I want you to use your hole on my thick shaft?”

“Yes, please.” Yami remained on the floor as M walked over to the leather chaise lounge in another section of the extensive suite. The chair in question was elongated, with the back having an armrest, as did the adjoining right side, which sloped down. Otherwise the bench like chair was open everywhere else, which perfperfect for what M had planned.

“Very well, I will teach you how to use that hole of yours to my satisfaction. Stroke me a little so I’m hard enough for your lesson.” Yami stood up. “Crawl.” Yami narrowed his eyes, but did as he was told. He had better come this time or this little game would be over and he would show M how dominating he could be if provoked.

Yami knelt at the seat and stroked M’s growing erection. “Your slut hole made my thick cock all messy. Lick your fingers clean.” Yami complied, his arousal stirring further at the demand. “Are you ready to pleasure me again, Slut?”

“Yes.” M gave him a look. “Please let me pleasure your cock.” M rubbed his hands in Yami’s hair affectionately. He let one of his legs drop to the floor as he laid his head back on the arm of the black lounge. He took his other leg and let it drop on the opposite side.

“Face away from me and lie down on your stomach. Butt your little ass ente rie right up to my dripping penis.” Yami made a confused face. He climbed onto the chair, so he and M were once again facing the same direction. He moved back so he was in between M’s open legs. “Lie down now. I’ll deal with your legs.” Yami took a hard gulp and pressed his body down so tht lat lay flat on the cool leather.

M took Yami’s legs and out stretched them so that they were lying off to the side, but not touching grouground. Luckily Yami was short, so he fit on the chaise lounge quite well. “Now, Yami…I want you to reach behind with your hand and put my cock in you and then I want you to please me with that sweet tight ass of yours.” Yami could feel bubbles erupting in his stomach… he was so turned on…being tortured with his arousal trapped underneath him, untouched. “Do this well and I’ll let you come as a reward.”

Motivated by the promise of finally being able to spill his passion Yam peeked over his shoulder looking at M erotically. He moved back a little more, reaching behind himself until he felt M’s hard-on. It was slick and slippery with his previous release and Yami couldn’t wait to be happily filled again.

“Yes…Yami…yes you dirty bitch…do it…” M opened Yami’s ass cheeks and Yami wiggled back, immediately moaning like a prostitute as he impaled himself deftly on M’s twitching length. “I love how your body begs for it…swallows me inside of you…”

“Ah…ngh….mmm…ahhh…”

“Does your boyfriend fuck you often, Yami?” Yami only moaned in response, by being positioned like this M’s large penis was pressing deliciously against his joy s “Yo “You know… if you don’t use this a lot…” M thrust against him to emphasize his point, “It tightens up. Then you need someone like me to come open it back up again.”

“You already loosened me up,” Yami said, easily gliding back and forth a little.

“This isn’t loose enough. I can still feel your sweet slut walls around my shaft.” M thrust into him again.

“Ahhh…ohhh…gods…ahhh…”

“Now fuck me until I cream, Bitch.” Yami needed no other prodding as he slipped in and out… sliding against M’s firm nightstick, loving the feeling of being some kind of human meat press. M groaned and pushed back, Yami of course pressing against him at an equally hard rhythm. It was good, but still wasn’t enough to throw him over the edge unassisted. He needed to be good and fucked…he could only hope he satisfied M again and finally allowed to release his burning load.

“Mmmm…ahh…no…ahh…ahhhhhhhhh…more…fuck…Ra…more…”

“That’s it, Slut…lean back into it…take each throbbing inch deeper inside you…let me leave you raw and wet…”

“MMMMMMMMMMM…. M…FUCK…M!”

M rocked into Yami hard… the kind of thrusts that made the fuck mind numbing. “Oh yes, Slut…yes…take it all… rock back hard…ride my dick…I want it soaked in your slut juice…”

“Please…come…gods…ngh…M…come!” M pumped harder, pounding his twitching arousal firmly. Before Yami realized what else M had up his sleeves he felt M exit him, and pull his knees up.

“You want to come now, Slut?”

“FUCK…Yes…Please…” M got up on the lounge and quickly shifted their positions, in moments Yami was on all fours and M was back inside of him, giving it to him doggie style. “YES… this is how I want it… harder… fuck me until I pass out…fuck…YES…”

“You slut…come…let me feel you tighten up around me…come…do it…”

“Ahh…oooh…ahhh…ahhh…ngh…ahhh…”

“I told you to come!” M grabbed Yami’s hips and rammed into Yami rougher than he had ever had it before. He grunted, this had to be the best damn fuck of his entire life. They were both sweaty and filthy, covered in wetness and pre-release. “You do it…you come…”

“Let me…fuck…let me touch myself…”

“No… come…I know you want to… I know your slutty ass wanted to come the moment you first laid eyes on me… you could barely control yourself when I had your mouth around my cock… now show me how dirty and naughty you are and come…and do it now…”

Yami did it…that was it… his eyes rolled back into his head, his front half collapsing onto the now moist leather. Torrents shot from his aching erection and he screamed. He had never come so hard in his life…never felt so used and well fucked ever. The release was exquisite.

M came moments later, a few more thrusts for good measure, the sight of Yami falling over, exhausted, collapsing in his own cum sent him over the edge and he climaxed, unloading the rest of his lust into his lover.

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Yami opened his eyes when he came to from his blackout. He was now lying on the bed, his equally worn out lover lying next to him, panting. Yami smiled and rolled over. His r smr smiled back, all the smugness and cockiness gone. “Straddle me.”

The taller man did. Yami gave him a brighter smile and took off the blond wig and gave it a look. “This is human hair, huh?”

“Of course, Baby.” Yami tossed the wig to the floor.

“I’m glad you took out the contacts, Dragon. You look weird with brown eyes.”

“You’re one to talk about looks you slut-boy. All sticky and covered in cuYamiYami chuckled. “I have wig head now, I hope you’re satisfied.”

“Immensely, Seto, my sexy dragon.” Yami ruffled his hands in Seto’s hair and then gave it a tug.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, it hurts. Remember that next time you feel the urge to do it to me, Seto.”

“You needed to be taught to obey me, Yami.” Seto leaned down and captured Yami’s lips with his own. “I wasn’t too rough on you was I?”

“Yes. And it felt wonderful.”

“I spoil you, you know. Running smutty personals in magazines, buying wigs, renting hotel suites. Why can’t we have normal sex?” Yami rolled his eyes. “Besides, shouldn’t I be concerned that you fantasize about someone else having his way with you?”

“No. I fantasize about you pretending to be someone else, having your way with me. You’re just too sexy when you’re not yourself, Dragon. And admit it…you like when I’m slutty just for you.”

“Damn straight I like it.” Seto kissed Yami again. “I rented the place for the weekend, Baby. You better get some rest now. When you wake back up it’s going to be round two.”

“Is that so?”

“I have the handcuffs in the overnight bag, Baby.”

“Mmm, Dragon…I love you.” Yami gave Seto a soft kiss, feeling comforted by Seto’s weight on top of him, snuggling against Seto’s neck.

“Love you more, you cock tease.”

“One question though, Dragon…what the hell does “M” stand for?” Seto smirked.

“ he he comes back remember to ask him…he’ll be more than happy to show you.” At that Seto burrowed his head into Yami’s neck delivering sweet peppered kisses and left the spirit chuckling and grinning. Yami closed his eyes, sated, and drifted off to a peaceful sleep, Seto not far behind him.