Keith Likes Them Big
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
951
Reviews:
2
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.
Keith Likes Them Big
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, the story, or the characters. Wish I did, though.
Keith can’t help it. He likes them big. He likes it when they had some muscle on them; and the best part about Japan is those fuckin’-hot yakuza they have over here, packing a gun and not afraid to use it.
Pegasus must think so too, he’s hired so many of them. His whole security staff is like a wet dream come to life. And if you put a big bowl of candy in front of someone, can you blame them for sampling a little?
“Spread your legs, pussy-boy.” That’s all Kemo has to say, and he’s thinking about how he feels inside him, about how he won’t even take off his pants – Hell, sometimes he doesn’t even undo his belt, just whips it out, and throws Keith down on the bed.
“Fuck no.” You have to say something, even if you are lying there, your cock already so hard it’s starting to ache. “Come over and make me.”
T-shirt material stretches; Kemo always has to grab a big handful, to pull Keith up so he can hit him. “You think I can’t?” He uses his fists. A lot of times, Keith’s nose is already bleeding before he can even get in a good punch. He’s got to get his collar free again too. That makes it harder.
Kemo’s face has that businesslike look he gets: Blank gaze of the sunglasses, teeth bared in something that isn’t a grin. He hits like a machine, boom, boom, boom; and no matter what Keith does to him, he doesn’t show any reaction.
Then he shoves him down again, and rips his jeans out of the way. “Suck me,” he says. It’s the only time he does anything to make this easier; Keith wishes he wouldn’t do that.
It still hurts when he goes in. He uses Keith hard and fast. Neither of them shows how much they like it.
“Motherfucker,” Keith will growl, and --
“Little baby-whore,” Kemo says back, right before he comes inside him. By now, Keith’s whole cock hurts, it’s so hard. Only Kemo won’t let him touch himself. That has to wait until he leaves.
He thinks about it in between times. He imagines the bulky shoulders, inside the grey suit; and the cold, crazy look on Kemo’s face. He gets hard, and with no one there to stop him, he makes himself come pretty quickly. It isn’t the same. He doesn’t get the other much any more, though. Not since Pegasus had the camera installed in his room.
Keith can’t help it. He likes them big. He likes it when they had some muscle on them; and the best part about Japan is those fuckin’-hot yakuza they have over here, packing a gun and not afraid to use it.
Pegasus must think so too, he’s hired so many of them. His whole security staff is like a wet dream come to life. And if you put a big bowl of candy in front of someone, can you blame them for sampling a little?
“Spread your legs, pussy-boy.” That’s all Kemo has to say, and he’s thinking about how he feels inside him, about how he won’t even take off his pants – Hell, sometimes he doesn’t even undo his belt, just whips it out, and throws Keith down on the bed.
“Fuck no.” You have to say something, even if you are lying there, your cock already so hard it’s starting to ache. “Come over and make me.”
T-shirt material stretches; Kemo always has to grab a big handful, to pull Keith up so he can hit him. “You think I can’t?” He uses his fists. A lot of times, Keith’s nose is already bleeding before he can even get in a good punch. He’s got to get his collar free again too. That makes it harder.
Kemo’s face has that businesslike look he gets: Blank gaze of the sunglasses, teeth bared in something that isn’t a grin. He hits like a machine, boom, boom, boom; and no matter what Keith does to him, he doesn’t show any reaction.
Then he shoves him down again, and rips his jeans out of the way. “Suck me,” he says. It’s the only time he does anything to make this easier; Keith wishes he wouldn’t do that.
It still hurts when he goes in. He uses Keith hard and fast. Neither of them shows how much they like it.
“Motherfucker,” Keith will growl, and --
“Little baby-whore,” Kemo says back, right before he comes inside him. By now, Keith’s whole cock hurts, it’s so hard. Only Kemo won’t let him touch himself. That has to wait until he leaves.
He thinks about it in between times. He imagines the bulky shoulders, inside the grey suit; and the cold, crazy look on Kemo’s face. He gets hard, and with no one there to stop him, he makes himself come pretty quickly. It isn’t the same. He doesn’t get the other much any more, though. Not since Pegasus had the camera installed in his room.