My Snow White Queen

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My Snow White Queen

“You belong to me, my Snow White Queen.
There’s no where to run…”

So obedient. It’s perhaps what he enjoys most about Ryou, how obedient he is.

‘Anything to please me,’ the brunette sneers, lustfully watching the spirited pole dance.

He cuts his eyes at the growling Bakura and his slut Yami sitting nearby.

‘He’s probably mad because he wishes he could have my Ryou,’ he growls to himself. ‘But that will never happen. Ryou is mine.’

As Ryou’s dance continues, Kaiba finds himself becoming more and more aroused.

‘Hmm. Maybe I shouldn’t have shared this treat with those two idiots,’ he muses as Ryou winds down to the end of the number.

Leering openly, he steps up to his possession, holding open a blue, silk yukata.

“That was beautiful, baby,” he moans quietly, wrapping Ryou in his arms as much as the covering.

“A-anything for you, Seto,” he stutters.

“Ryou?” Seto furrows his brow questioningly at the smaller man’s behavior.

“Um… I should probably shower,” Ryou sputters, pulling away shakily and practically running from the game room.

‘He must not think he did a good job for me,’ Kaiba surmises, heading after him.

“Kaiba!” Yami calls indignantly, interrupting his exit.

“What, Pharaoh?” he snarls. Every second he wastes with these fools is a second away from his Ryou.

“How could you humiliate Ryou like that? I thought you cared about him!” he snips.

“Humiliate?” Kaiba scoffs.

He knows that Ryou wasn’t humiliated. He was fully clothed in a t-shirt and shorts after all. That stupid kind of thinking is why he doesn’t associate with these fools if he can help it.

“My feelings are not your business, Pharoah,” he glares. “You and your flunky can get the hell out of my house now.”

Turning on his heels, he heads toward the bedroom, flipping Yami the bird when the spikey-haired annoyance calls to him again. He refuses to get into an argument with that self-righteous twit because that would just mean more time away from his Ryou.

From the doorway of their suite, Kaiba catches Ryou blow-drying his hair, a towel loosely draped around his hips. Allowing his eyes to travel up Ryou’s torso and down the arm adorned with his beloved dragon, he finds himself wanting Ryou even more than he did after that erotic dance. Slipping over to his state of the art stereo, he programs it to play the song Ryou danced to on a continuous loop.

As the opening cords fill the air, Ryou visibly tenses, turning off the dryer and laying it on the dresser. Kaiba grabs towel-clad hips, kissing him soundly, and pressing his prominent arousal against Ryou’s trembling torso.

Wait, trembling?

“You must be cold,” Kaiba asserts, breaking the kiss momentarily. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that.”

“S-Seto,” he whimpers as Kaiba kisses lightly across his jaw before thrusting his tongue inside Ryou’s warm, wet mouth.

Lying his prize down on their bed, Kaiba spends several minutes grinding against the squirming form beneath him as he dominates the white-haired male with open-mouthed kisses. Somewhere in his haze of lust, Kaiba decides that Ryou deserves a reward for the treat provided earlier. Relinquishing Ryou’s lips, he begins kissing and biting down the pale torso, slipping the towel from his waist. The shock of Kaiba’s lips engulfing his arousal nearly sends Ryou flying of the bed.

“Oh, Ra!” he gasps, sliding trembling fingers into thick chestnut.

He can barely breathe with the sensation of Kaiba expertly sucking his cock. His thoroughly dominant boyfriend has never gone down on him before. The act forces him to reevaluate his original assessment of Kaiba making him dance earlier.

‘Maybe he wasn’t trying to hurt me,’ his barely coherent mind grasps. ‘Maybe he was just showing me off.’

Ryou’s mind suddenly leaves him completely with a powerful suck and a lube-covered finger. He clutches at thick chestnut locks, panting heavily as two of Kaiba’s slim fingers have found his prostate and begin teasing him mercilessly.

For his part, Kaiba is having a hard time deciding if he wants to fuck Ryou or suck him off first. He is rather enjoying the taste of Ryou’s cock and it’s little dabs of pre-cum, not to mention being able to control his possession’s reactions by simply applying or letting up pressure or by flicking that little pleasure node inside his perpetually tight cavern. Greedily lapping up more pre-cum, he decides to suck Ryou off before fucking him senseless. Beginning his work in earnest, Kaiba soon finds Ryou’s legs wrapped around his head and his prize thrashing in response to his ministrations.

“Aaaahhh! Oh, Ra! Seto!” Ryou cries out before filling his boyfriend’s mouth with his release. Kaiba slurps it all down and finishes stretching Ryou, a third finger added for assistance as the pale form twitches in aftershocks.

Collapsing into a boneless mass as the fingers are withdrawn, Ryou tries to catch his breath as he watches his koi slowly strip before him. Dropping the last of his garments on the floor, Kaiba climbs onto the bed, taking time to lightly kiss Ryou’s lips before nipping at his neck and slowly sliding his slick cock into the well-prepared passage.

Ryou clutches at Kaiba’s shoulders, enjoying his lover’s languid pace. When Kaiba draws back a moment to gaze at him possessively, he says what he’s wanted to for years.

“I love you, Seto,” he breathes.

The shock that initially crosses his koi’s face is quickly replaced by a feral grin as he grinds his hips in a circle.

“Of course you do,” Kaiba growls, a brief pause Ryou’s only warning before he begins pounding his prostate in an almost frenzied rhythm.

Despite his earlier mind-blowing orgasm, Ryou finds himself coming hard as Kaiba’s seed floods him.

“Forever, Ryou,” Kaiba nuzzles into slightly damp, white hair.

Drawing the covers over them, Kaiba wraps his arms tightly around the warm body that’s shared his bed for almost five years. Ryou snuggles against him with a sigh, laying his head comfortably on his beloved’s chest.

“You’re mine forever,” he reiterates, whispering into his koi’s ear.

“I love you too, Seto,” Ryou murmurs sleepily, barely aware of the loving kiss placed on his forehead.

They drift off to the closing notes of Ryou’s pole-dancing song.

“Don’t scream anymore my love,
‘Cause all I want is you.”