Three Times a Week
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,848
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Three Times a Week
"If you want to think I love you, go ahead," Kaiba tells him.
And Jounuchi, who's pretty good at smiling when he doesn't know how to answer someone, says "Okay." He's had a few beers. Kaiba has too, not that it's made him any cheerier. Jou's pretty sure the upperclassman doesn't do cheery. He might not be able to even if you held a gun to his head, although it would probably be funny to see someone try.
Kaiba takes off his uniform jacket and drops it on the chair. "Well," he says, "hurry up about it. You think I have all day?" This means Jou should have his pants off by now.
Jou, who was still undoing his belt, drops it on the ground, in a pile with his pants and shorts, and then steps out of them. "Okay," he tells Kaiba again. This is pretty crazy, he thinks, not how he'd want it at all. Just an ass on a bed, three times a week, no talking, and you pretend you don't know each other the next day at school. He's got rent to pay though. He's got a sister to take care of, and a dad who never gives him no money.
He puts on the collar, just like every time. He bends over, face against the bedspread. Kaiba already has the whip out. "You're worthless," he says, "five lashes stripped isn't good enough. This time I'm giving you ten."
It's not so bad. His dad's given him worse plenty of times. He might again tonight if he's drunk enough when Jou gets home. Only Kaiba wants to hear him cry. He wants gasps when the whip hits, maybe a moan or two when he cuts the skin. And Jou wants the money. And maybe he doesn't really mind it too much when Kaiba's the one doing it.
The whipping's over, now he feels hands on his ass. "I see I left marks," Kaiba says, "maybe next time you'll remember to show respect." He's probably erect now, only Jou's not allowed to turn around and find out. He's got to tell what's happening by the sounds, by the noise of Kaiba, taking the cap off the lube, and the cold feel of it, as it goes into his ass.
Then there's a hot feeling when Kaiba goes in there. Jou feels his fingers tightening, as Kaiba moves inside him. He's got to keep his face down. He's got to keep his mouth shut. And he ain't allowed to show that he likes it. He ain't allowed at all, even when it feels like Kaiba's halfway up inside him, when he hits some spot in there that makes Jou's whole body scream with pleasure.
And he's not allowed to touch himself. After Kaiba leaves, that's when he's supposed to do it. Their time in the room ain't up until the end of the hour, and Jou lays back down on the bed. He thinks about what happened, how it felt and all. And he pretends that Kaiba stayed today. He pretends that he was allowed to touch himself then, and that this time they both came at the same time.
And Jounuchi, who's pretty good at smiling when he doesn't know how to answer someone, says "Okay." He's had a few beers. Kaiba has too, not that it's made him any cheerier. Jou's pretty sure the upperclassman doesn't do cheery. He might not be able to even if you held a gun to his head, although it would probably be funny to see someone try.
Kaiba takes off his uniform jacket and drops it on the chair. "Well," he says, "hurry up about it. You think I have all day?" This means Jou should have his pants off by now.
Jou, who was still undoing his belt, drops it on the ground, in a pile with his pants and shorts, and then steps out of them. "Okay," he tells Kaiba again. This is pretty crazy, he thinks, not how he'd want it at all. Just an ass on a bed, three times a week, no talking, and you pretend you don't know each other the next day at school. He's got rent to pay though. He's got a sister to take care of, and a dad who never gives him no money.
He puts on the collar, just like every time. He bends over, face against the bedspread. Kaiba already has the whip out. "You're worthless," he says, "five lashes stripped isn't good enough. This time I'm giving you ten."
It's not so bad. His dad's given him worse plenty of times. He might again tonight if he's drunk enough when Jou gets home. Only Kaiba wants to hear him cry. He wants gasps when the whip hits, maybe a moan or two when he cuts the skin. And Jou wants the money. And maybe he doesn't really mind it too much when Kaiba's the one doing it.
The whipping's over, now he feels hands on his ass. "I see I left marks," Kaiba says, "maybe next time you'll remember to show respect." He's probably erect now, only Jou's not allowed to turn around and find out. He's got to tell what's happening by the sounds, by the noise of Kaiba, taking the cap off the lube, and the cold feel of it, as it goes into his ass.
Then there's a hot feeling when Kaiba goes in there. Jou feels his fingers tightening, as Kaiba moves inside him. He's got to keep his face down. He's got to keep his mouth shut. And he ain't allowed to show that he likes it. He ain't allowed at all, even when it feels like Kaiba's halfway up inside him, when he hits some spot in there that makes Jou's whole body scream with pleasure.
And he's not allowed to touch himself. After Kaiba leaves, that's when he's supposed to do it. Their time in the room ain't up until the end of the hour, and Jou lays back down on the bed. He thinks about what happened, how it felt and all. And he pretends that Kaiba stayed today. He pretends that he was allowed to touch himself then, and that this time they both came at the same time.