Timer

Disclaimer: *big pleading chibi eyes* You wouldn't sue a sick person, would you? *pitiful cough*......*glares* Alright, alright, Yu-Gi-Oh and all the bishies in it belong to Kazuki Takahashi....*grumbles and takes her medicine*

Author's Notes: Extremely random YYxS smut, written while I have an upper respiratory infection and am in need of a good cheering up. And yes, it's mostly an excuse to post something on aff.net. Don't give me that look.

Timer
by Star

Seto sighed quietly as he left the bathroom, hair still wet from the shower, and entered his bedroom to look for some clothes, seeing as he was wearing only a towel at the moment. He yelped when he felt himself grabbed roughly from behind and tossed onto the bed, then blinked when an instant later, Yami Yugi straddled his hips and grinned down at him.

"Seto..." the pharaoh purred, his voice low and seductive as he trailed his fingers over the CEO's chest. Seto knew what that tone of voice meant, and narrowed his eyes.

"Yami, no. I have to go to work in half an hou--mmph!" he was cut off as the smaller boy sealed their lips together, kissing him with as much passion as possible. Yami pulled away after a moment and grinned.

"Half an hour is more than I need." he murmured, and Seto sighed, rolling his eyes.

"No, Yami."

At that the diminutive pharaoh pouted, then glanced around for something. He snatched a small sports watch off the bedside table and held it in front of his lover's eyes.

"Let's make this a game, then. If we can make love in less than half an hour, I win. If it takes more, you win. Deal?"

The blue-eyed teen paused for a moment, considering, then shook his head.

"I don't have time, Yami."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please??"

"No, Yami."

"It's not like you to back out of a challenge."

"Wha--Yami, this isn't a challenge, it's a waste of time!" the taller boy said exasperatedly, and moved to push the other off his hips when he caught the look of hurt in his crimson eyes. Tears were just beginning to form in Yami's eyes when Seto wrapped his arms around him in an apologetic hug. "Yami, I'm sorry...." he murmured, stroking his hair gently. "...I accept your challenge. But if I win, you can't make me late for work for a month."

The smaller boy pulled away a little and smiled slightly, kissing his lover's cheek.

"Alright." he murmured in agreement, then pulled back a little to set the timer on the watch. He set it on the bedside table, then gently pushed Seto back against the covers, capturing his lips in a loving, passionate kiss. The brunette purred and returned the gesture, tangling his fingers in the other's wild yet soft hair.

It wasn't very long before the kiss grew more heated, their tongues dueling and Yami squirming a little on Seto's hips. The taller boy groaned a little against the other’s lips, his hands moving to his waist to hold him in place, arching his own hips upward to rub against him. Yami shivered in delight and reluctantly broke the kiss to pant for air, moving his mouth to the blue-eyed boy’s neck and sucking lightly at it, nipping the soft skin.

Seto shivered slightly and made a move to try and flip their positions, then blinked when he felt Yami press his weight down, keeping him in place.

“I’m on top this time...” he heard the former pharaoh murmur against his neck, trailing his tongue down to his chest. Seto hissed in pleasure when he felt Yami run his tongue over one hardened bud on his chest, then cried out when he nipped at it, pain and pleasure coursing like lightning through his veins.

Yami purred at his lover’s reactions, moving to give the opposite peak the same treatment before trailing kisses down to his stomach, tracing circles with his tongue. He slipped one hand beneath the towel wrapped around Seto’s waist, his other hand moving to remove it, and curled his fingers around the other’s desire, stroking him lightly.

Seto cried out when he felt Yami’s hand on him and bucked his hips, silently begging for more. Yami increased the pace of his hand but kept his touches feather-light, tossing the towel to one side as he pressed a few kisses just above the brunette’s hips. He purred when he heard Seto moan pleadingly and moved his mouth even lower, closing his lips around the tip of his arousal.

The normally quiet teen almost screamed at that, his blue eyes going wide and then shutting tightly. Yami swirled his tongue over the other, pulling away for a moment to flick his tongue just beneath the tip, then took him deep into his throat and began to suck as hard as he could. Seto shuddered as he began to near his release, but remembered the timer and their game in the back of his mind and tried to hold it off, clenching his fists in the sheets and biting down on his lip.

The pharaoh blinked a little after a few moments, wondering why Seto hadn’t come yet. He smirked mentally, quickly realizing the taller boy was trying to draw this out so he would win their game, and began to flutter his tongue teasingly over his length, chuckling in the back of his throat when he felt Seto tense.

“D-Damn tease...!!” Seto hissed between clenched teeth, then moaned loudly when he felt Yami chuckle around him again. His body was screaming for release but he tried to draw it out as long as possible. He refused to lose this little ‘game’, even if it meant ending up late for work.

Yami purred softly around his lover and drew his tongue slowly along the underside of his desire, smirking when he felt the other tremble. He moved to pinch the taller boy’s thigh, and the sudden startling sensations sent him over the edge with a cry. Yami savored every drop of his release, then pulled back and licked his lips a little, grinning mischievously.

Seto panted heavily, nearly gasping for air as he glared weakly at the small pharaoh. Yami simply smirked and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking at them lightly and coating them with the remnants of Seto’s release. He shifted to press a light kiss to the other’s stomach, then gently slipped a finger into him, feeling his muscles tighten and then relax around it.

The blue-eyed teen drew a deep breath and forced himself to relax as Yami stretched him, sliding a second finger in after a moment and scissoring them, then adding a third. He cried out when he felt the smaller boy brush against something deep within him, whimpering when the digits left him and then gasping when he felt the tip of Yami’s desire pressed against his entrance.

“Ready?” the former monarch asked breathlessly, and Seto nodded, arching his hips up a little and mewling. Yami purred at the soft sound and slowly thrust into his lover, filling him carefully but quickly. The taller boy gasped and moaned, then rocked his hips urgently against the other’s, silently begging him to move.

Yami shivered a little and quickly built up a hard, fast pace, wanting to bring his lover to the edge again quickly. Seto moaned in delight at the pace, temporarily forgetting their game, and arched his hips to meet Yami’s thrusts, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist. He panted heavily, clawing at the sheets beneath them and purring when Yami captured his lips in a heated kiss.

The former pharaoh groaned into Seto’s mouth, exploring every inch of it with his tongue as he continued to pound into the other, absently hearing the beep of the sports watch in the back of his mind, signaling there was five minutes left. Seto appeared to have heard it, too, because his writhing slowed and his body went tense. Yami growled a little and broke the kiss, giving the other a slight look before moving his mouth to his neck, sucking hard and nipping at the soft skin.

The blue-eyed teen bit back a whimper at the smaller boy’s ministrations, trying to suppress his pleasure and draw this out as long as possible. That became a very difficult task when Yami shifted his angle, striking a spot deep within him that had him seeing stars. Pleasure raced through him and Seto moaned his lover’s name.

Yami smirked against the taller boy’s skin and increased the pace of his thrusts, striking that spot with each one and slipping a hand between their bodies to stroke him roughly. Seto hissed in delight and arched his back slightly, trying his hardest to restrain himself but failing miserably.

The crimson-eyed pharaoh purred softly, running his fingernails feather-light over his lover’s arousal, delighting in the shiver that ran through him. He could feel Seto’s body tensing and knew he was on the edge of his release, and truth be told Yami wasn’t far behind. He nipped sharply at the base of Seto’s neck, the shock of pain mixing with pleasure and sending the other over the edge with a scream. The smaller boy groaned as he felt his lover tightening around him, thrusting deep within him once more before finding his own release.

Seto gasped and panted as he fell limp against the sheets, his head sinking into the pillow beneath him. He stared blankly up at the ceiling as he tried to regain his breath, absently feeling Yami shift over him, reaching over to the bedside table. He blinked when the sports watch was held in front of his eyes once more and it took him a moment to make sense of the digital numbers, his mouth dropping open in disbelief when the pieces fell into place.

Twenty-nine minutes, fifty-five seconds.


Fin

So, was that better or worse than those soft-core movies that come on late at night?
Malik-muse: Worse.
-.o;;; Oh, you’re a big encouragement....