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Adult ++
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Tailor Made
Title: Tailor Made
Author: Telpei
Pairing: Seto/Jou
Beta: Jennie B.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jounouchi’s been invited to attend an important evening event with Seto. Of course, as the elite businessman’s date he has to appear presentable, but Jou had had no idea just how much Seto was going to like the tuxedo...
OoooooooO
Jounouchi frowned at his reflection, annoyance clearly visible in his tight expression. Craning his neck to look over his shoulder into the full-length mirror, his eyebrows knit together in distaste. Sighing heavily, he slid his jacket over his shoulders and pulled at the lapels to straighten the garment.
“Are you done yet, Katsuya?” Seto’s smooth voice called through the door of the dressing room. In Jou’s opinion, the brunet sounded much too excited.
“Yeah, yeah, c’mon in,” Jou grumbled, reaching out to unlock the door. “Ya know, I was happy when you invited me to this fancy dinner, but you didn’t tell me I’d have to wear a tuxedo.”
Seto smirked, walking around his lover and admiring the well-toned body wrapped in the custom-tailored tux. “I thought you might have clued in since I wear one myself whenever I attend one of these functions. They’re not that bad, really.”
“Oh please,” Jou replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m choking to death and I can barely move; I think that it’s too tight.”
The brunet’s eyes glinted mischievously, and he lifted the tails of Jou’s jacket to admire the perfectly fitted slacks contouring to his lover’s delectable ass. “Oh no, I’m quite sure that the fit is just fine.”
“Pervert,” Jou mumbled under his breath. He glared at the brunet, but there was also amusement in his expression. “Now I know why you invited me to this thing.” The blond puffed his chest out, ego flaring. “You just want to show me off, since I’m such a handsome sonuva bitch.”
“Mm, that’s exactly right,” Seto purred, grabbing a handful of Jou’s posterior and giving it a tender squeeze. “We’ll have to tidy up your language some, although a proper trophy wife keeps her mouth shut.”
Jounouchi’s eyes instantly narrowed and he spun away from Seto’s grip to pin the brunet with a playful glare. “I ain’t no ~wife~, Kaiba; you’d better get that through your thick skull. Don’t you remember Valentine’s Day? That should remind you exactly who wears the pants in this relationship.”
Seto chuckled, unfazed by the threat in his lover’s tone. They were both teasing and they both knew it, so the brunet played along jovially. “Is that so?” he murmured, closing in on Jou and forcing him backwards until he collided with the closed door. Agile fingers spun the lock into place, and he watched with delight as Jounouchi both shivered and tensed. “What about White Day? I seem to remember a little blond puppy lying on his back and begging for more. Besides, isn’t it the girl who gives the present on Valentine’s?”
“Bastard,” Jounouchi groused, sucking in a breath as Seto pressed in close. The brunet’s body heat penetrated the expensive material of the tuxedo, warming the shorter male and forcing him to bite back a moan. His heart rate accelerated and he felt a familiar tightening in his groin at the memories of both holidays. March 14th was long gone; it was now two weeks later and the two young men had been much too busy in their respective day-to-day lives for any kind of kinky bedroom playtime.
Like the light reflecting from his perfectly chiseled diamond cufflinks, Jounouchi's attention was scattered when he felt the brunet's lips on his throat, just above his dress shirt. “Ahh... Seto,” the blond mewled, pressing both hands against his lover’s chest, unsure about whether to pull the brunet closer or push him away. “We can’t...not here. That stuck up old fart who forced me into this fucking penguin suit would hear us-”
“Well, you’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?” Seto interrupted, sliding his tongue along the cusp of the blond’s ear, and delighting in his lover’s full-body shiver. He pressed closer still, trapping Jou in his arms as their bodies molded together, his desire readily apparent to his lover.
The blond bit his lip as Seto rocked his hips forward, holding back a low moan. His already snug slacks were becoming painfully constricting, but his lover’s agile fingers at his belt-line soon alleviated the growing pressure. The shorter male gasped, his head falling back against the door as long, smooth fingers encircled his aching arousal.
Trousers and boxers pooled around Jounouchi’s socked feet and were quickly forgotten by the couple as elegant fingers caressed turgid flesh. No longer able to hold back completely, quiet moans escaped the blond’s rosy lips amidst his ragged breathing, his senses quickly becoming overloaded with the pleasurable stimuli. Suddenly, he let out a strangled whimper as a single digit slid along the sensitive slit on his cock head. “S-Seto!” he gasped, hips arching towards the welcomed touch to his erection, his body straining to maintain control.
“Shh,” Seto hushed, a teasing lilt to his voice and his deep blue eyes sparkling. His lips were soft and moist on Jounouchi’s neck, his tongue flicking out to lick the smooth skin as he fisted the blond's arousal, seeing his lover's face contorted with pleasure. “You know you have to keep quiet, Jounouchi.”
“Ngh...Seto,” Jou hissed slowly. “Keep that up and I’ll fucking scream. Ahhhh, yessss...don’t stop, though...”
The CEO smirked, cupping Jou’s balls with his warm palm and then reaching further to rub the tip of his forefinger against his perineum. “Make up your mind,” he murmured, dipping the digit a little lower.
Jou bit his lip, sucking in a sharp breath at the touch to his entrance. “Please tell me you have lube,” he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and dry. He pinned Seto with an accusing glare, but it faded when the brunet reached into his back pocket and drew out a small, black tube. “Thank God,” the shorter male moaned, watching with rapture as his lover coated his fingers. “Wait a minute,” Jou suddenly protested, eyes narrowing once more. “Don’t tell me you were planning this!”
The brunet lifted an eyebrow and his lips twitched slightly. “Yes, I was planning this; if not here, then when we got back to the limo,” he admitted, placing a dry hand on Jou’s hip and turning him to face the door of the changing room.
Jounouchi gasped as Seto spread his legs and pierced his entrance with a slender digit, surprised to find he was staring at his own reflection. He braced himself with his hands on either side of the door-mounted mirror, biting his lip to keep quiet as his lover prepared his body. “You’re a sick bastard,” he murmured, though his breathing was becoming laboured. “I should have known a rich fuck like you would have nasty kinks. Honestly, Kaiba, you can’t get much dirtier than public sex-ooh, Christ,” he groaned, arching his back as three inquisitive fingers brushed against his prostate.
Seto chuckled and slipped his fingers from his lover’s body, loosening his trousers and smearing what was left of the lubricant on his erection. Before Jou could start complaining again, since he had nothing whatsoever to complain about, the brunet aligned himself. He ached for release and he wanted nothing more than to pound into the pliant body beneath him.
His erection easily slid into Jou’s body, the pulsing hole and twitching, quivering walls grasping his cock, urging him forward. Having little time, neither one craved gentleness. Their forbidden sex was hard and fast, punctuated by soft pants and groans, and the quiet slapping of skin on skin. Both watching their reflections in the mirror, they quickly became entranced by the erotic image. Seto fisted Jounouchi’s arousal, expertly bringing his lover over the edge, and he followed quickly when he felt the familiar tightening of the blond’s inner passage.
The two were still recovering when a sharp knock on the fitting room door startled them back to reality. “Excuse me, Kaiba-san? Jounouchi-san?” the voice of the old tailor called through the solid wood. “Are you almost finished? Is everything satisfactory?”
“Yes, yes,” Seto replied without hesitation as he withdrew himself from his lover. Jou shot him an astonished look, surprised that the CEO could speak so calmly in his current state of disarray. “We’ll be out in few moments.”
“Of course, Sir. Take your time,” the man replied, his footsteps crisply retreating from the door.
“Good God, Kaiba,” Jou moaned, turning around so his back was against the door, his legs looking like they might give out on him. “Are you insane?! Could you imagine what would have happened if we’d been caught?”
“Oh yes, it would have been all over the tabloids and the media, and we would never hear the end of it,” Seto replied casually as he straightened his clothes and finger-combed his hair. “Exciting, wasn’t it? I like the tux, by the way.”
Jounouchi could only shake his head in amazement. Seto always managed to keep him on his toes, but that was why he loved the bastard. “Maybe you should get two,” he suggested as he changed back into his street clothes. “I have a feeling we’ll need one for bedroom use only.”
Ooo The End ooO
Author: Telpei
Pairing: Seto/Jou
Beta: Jennie B.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jounouchi’s been invited to attend an important evening event with Seto. Of course, as the elite businessman’s date he has to appear presentable, but Jou had had no idea just how much Seto was going to like the tuxedo...
OoooooooO
Jounouchi frowned at his reflection, annoyance clearly visible in his tight expression. Craning his neck to look over his shoulder into the full-length mirror, his eyebrows knit together in distaste. Sighing heavily, he slid his jacket over his shoulders and pulled at the lapels to straighten the garment.
“Are you done yet, Katsuya?” Seto’s smooth voice called through the door of the dressing room. In Jou’s opinion, the brunet sounded much too excited.
“Yeah, yeah, c’mon in,” Jou grumbled, reaching out to unlock the door. “Ya know, I was happy when you invited me to this fancy dinner, but you didn’t tell me I’d have to wear a tuxedo.”
Seto smirked, walking around his lover and admiring the well-toned body wrapped in the custom-tailored tux. “I thought you might have clued in since I wear one myself whenever I attend one of these functions. They’re not that bad, really.”
“Oh please,” Jou replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m choking to death and I can barely move; I think that it’s too tight.”
The brunet’s eyes glinted mischievously, and he lifted the tails of Jou’s jacket to admire the perfectly fitted slacks contouring to his lover’s delectable ass. “Oh no, I’m quite sure that the fit is just fine.”
“Pervert,” Jou mumbled under his breath. He glared at the brunet, but there was also amusement in his expression. “Now I know why you invited me to this thing.” The blond puffed his chest out, ego flaring. “You just want to show me off, since I’m such a handsome sonuva bitch.”
“Mm, that’s exactly right,” Seto purred, grabbing a handful of Jou’s posterior and giving it a tender squeeze. “We’ll have to tidy up your language some, although a proper trophy wife keeps her mouth shut.”
Jounouchi’s eyes instantly narrowed and he spun away from Seto’s grip to pin the brunet with a playful glare. “I ain’t no ~wife~, Kaiba; you’d better get that through your thick skull. Don’t you remember Valentine’s Day? That should remind you exactly who wears the pants in this relationship.”
Seto chuckled, unfazed by the threat in his lover’s tone. They were both teasing and they both knew it, so the brunet played along jovially. “Is that so?” he murmured, closing in on Jou and forcing him backwards until he collided with the closed door. Agile fingers spun the lock into place, and he watched with delight as Jounouchi both shivered and tensed. “What about White Day? I seem to remember a little blond puppy lying on his back and begging for more. Besides, isn’t it the girl who gives the present on Valentine’s?”
“Bastard,” Jounouchi groused, sucking in a breath as Seto pressed in close. The brunet’s body heat penetrated the expensive material of the tuxedo, warming the shorter male and forcing him to bite back a moan. His heart rate accelerated and he felt a familiar tightening in his groin at the memories of both holidays. March 14th was long gone; it was now two weeks later and the two young men had been much too busy in their respective day-to-day lives for any kind of kinky bedroom playtime.
Like the light reflecting from his perfectly chiseled diamond cufflinks, Jounouchi's attention was scattered when he felt the brunet's lips on his throat, just above his dress shirt. “Ahh... Seto,” the blond mewled, pressing both hands against his lover’s chest, unsure about whether to pull the brunet closer or push him away. “We can’t...not here. That stuck up old fart who forced me into this fucking penguin suit would hear us-”
“Well, you’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?” Seto interrupted, sliding his tongue along the cusp of the blond’s ear, and delighting in his lover’s full-body shiver. He pressed closer still, trapping Jou in his arms as their bodies molded together, his desire readily apparent to his lover.
The blond bit his lip as Seto rocked his hips forward, holding back a low moan. His already snug slacks were becoming painfully constricting, but his lover’s agile fingers at his belt-line soon alleviated the growing pressure. The shorter male gasped, his head falling back against the door as long, smooth fingers encircled his aching arousal.
Trousers and boxers pooled around Jounouchi’s socked feet and were quickly forgotten by the couple as elegant fingers caressed turgid flesh. No longer able to hold back completely, quiet moans escaped the blond’s rosy lips amidst his ragged breathing, his senses quickly becoming overloaded with the pleasurable stimuli. Suddenly, he let out a strangled whimper as a single digit slid along the sensitive slit on his cock head. “S-Seto!” he gasped, hips arching towards the welcomed touch to his erection, his body straining to maintain control.
“Shh,” Seto hushed, a teasing lilt to his voice and his deep blue eyes sparkling. His lips were soft and moist on Jounouchi’s neck, his tongue flicking out to lick the smooth skin as he fisted the blond's arousal, seeing his lover's face contorted with pleasure. “You know you have to keep quiet, Jounouchi.”
“Ngh...Seto,” Jou hissed slowly. “Keep that up and I’ll fucking scream. Ahhhh, yessss...don’t stop, though...”
The CEO smirked, cupping Jou’s balls with his warm palm and then reaching further to rub the tip of his forefinger against his perineum. “Make up your mind,” he murmured, dipping the digit a little lower.
Jou bit his lip, sucking in a sharp breath at the touch to his entrance. “Please tell me you have lube,” he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and dry. He pinned Seto with an accusing glare, but it faded when the brunet reached into his back pocket and drew out a small, black tube. “Thank God,” the shorter male moaned, watching with rapture as his lover coated his fingers. “Wait a minute,” Jou suddenly protested, eyes narrowing once more. “Don’t tell me you were planning this!”
The brunet lifted an eyebrow and his lips twitched slightly. “Yes, I was planning this; if not here, then when we got back to the limo,” he admitted, placing a dry hand on Jou’s hip and turning him to face the door of the changing room.
Jounouchi gasped as Seto spread his legs and pierced his entrance with a slender digit, surprised to find he was staring at his own reflection. He braced himself with his hands on either side of the door-mounted mirror, biting his lip to keep quiet as his lover prepared his body. “You’re a sick bastard,” he murmured, though his breathing was becoming laboured. “I should have known a rich fuck like you would have nasty kinks. Honestly, Kaiba, you can’t get much dirtier than public sex-ooh, Christ,” he groaned, arching his back as three inquisitive fingers brushed against his prostate.
Seto chuckled and slipped his fingers from his lover’s body, loosening his trousers and smearing what was left of the lubricant on his erection. Before Jou could start complaining again, since he had nothing whatsoever to complain about, the brunet aligned himself. He ached for release and he wanted nothing more than to pound into the pliant body beneath him.
His erection easily slid into Jou’s body, the pulsing hole and twitching, quivering walls grasping his cock, urging him forward. Having little time, neither one craved gentleness. Their forbidden sex was hard and fast, punctuated by soft pants and groans, and the quiet slapping of skin on skin. Both watching their reflections in the mirror, they quickly became entranced by the erotic image. Seto fisted Jounouchi’s arousal, expertly bringing his lover over the edge, and he followed quickly when he felt the familiar tightening of the blond’s inner passage.
The two were still recovering when a sharp knock on the fitting room door startled them back to reality. “Excuse me, Kaiba-san? Jounouchi-san?” the voice of the old tailor called through the solid wood. “Are you almost finished? Is everything satisfactory?”
“Yes, yes,” Seto replied without hesitation as he withdrew himself from his lover. Jou shot him an astonished look, surprised that the CEO could speak so calmly in his current state of disarray. “We’ll be out in few moments.”
“Of course, Sir. Take your time,” the man replied, his footsteps crisply retreating from the door.
“Good God, Kaiba,” Jou moaned, turning around so his back was against the door, his legs looking like they might give out on him. “Are you insane?! Could you imagine what would have happened if we’d been caught?”
“Oh yes, it would have been all over the tabloids and the media, and we would never hear the end of it,” Seto replied casually as he straightened his clothes and finger-combed his hair. “Exciting, wasn’t it? I like the tux, by the way.”
Jounouchi could only shake his head in amazement. Seto always managed to keep him on his toes, but that was why he loved the bastard. “Maybe you should get two,” he suggested as he changed back into his street clothes. “I have a feeling we’ll need one for bedroom use only.”
Ooo The End ooO