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Kaiba was always keenly aware of how early the sun rose during summer, because the longest days of the year were the only times when the sun breached the horizon before Kaiba woke up.
Today, however, he wasn’t woken up by the solstice’s unforgiving illumination, but by his rowdy blond bedmate’s flailing hand colliding with his back.
Jounouchi slept like the dead, yet thrashed like he was running from demons, often kicking his feet and muttering gibberish in his sleep. Kaiba has gotten used to it over the last few months. Whether it was by sheer force of will or being exhausted every night, the CEO couldn’t be sure, but his subconscious has gotten good at tuning out Jounouchi’s nightly antics. While he was in the last parts of his REM cycle, however, like this morning, Kaiba woke up to the light touch easier.
As Kaiba stretched out his stiff limbs, determined to start yet another day, the man quickly figured out that it was also a morning when his cock decided to get hard.
He let out a sigh of acceptance. Arousal was simply a part of life, and even though Kaiba wished it would disappear sometimes so he could focus better, he’d come to figure out ways to utilize those desires.
Jounouchi was his current fixation, one that was having a shockingly soothing effect on his daily life and wellbeing— a positive one. The feisty blond belonged to him now, and despite the boy’s erratic nature, they were finding common ground. Jounouchi called this new thing they had a relationship, but even thinking of the word made Kaiba want to cringe. For the sake of his mental state, he found it better to just call Jounouchi his.
Kaiba sat up and rubbed at the hardening flesh with his palm, letting out a low grunt of pleasure as he did. He then turned to look at Jounouchi, who was now lying on his back and softly snoring. Feather-soft hair was messy against the pillow, fanning out in all directions. His face looked peaceful. It was an oddity to see considering the blond’s vast spectrum of emotions.
Jounouchi also wasn’t wearing any pyjamas— rarely did he wear them anymore. The expanse of his neck and dark nipples were on full display, warmly illuminated by the morning sun. Athletic muscle defined Jounouchi’s chest and shoulders, a part of his rugged and boyish good looks.
Jounouchi was a rather fine specimen. Observing him in passing always made something deeply possessive roil within Kaiba. Jounouchi has always been something desirable to him, although it took a few years for Kaiba to actively pursue him.
He reached out a hand to that soft hair, remembering the smell of it as he drifted off to sleep. Jounouchi was the epitome of everything warm. It drew Kaiba to him like a man starved of it all his life.
Jounouchi was nothing if not sensitive, always reactive to Kaiba’s touch and never taking long to beg for more. He was the perfect lover who Kaiba could toy with, tease, and unravel. Kaiba played with Jounouchi like a predator played with its food before it devoured it whole, batting it around just to hear it squeak and watch it squirm.
The boy was entirely his to consume. His meal, his fascination, his fantasy— his lover.
A carnal ache in Kaiba’s gut pushed him to touch more. He caressed that sleeping face into the palm of his hand. The blond inhaled softly and turned into the touch, nuzzling his cheek into it.
Kaiba’s other hand pulled the duvet down to reveal more of Jounouchi’s tempting body. Kaiba’s cock hardened with a painful throb as he lay witness to the flat, taut tummy with a stretched-out navel and tiny hips. Jounouchi was fit and strong, but his lower half was slim. If Kaiba wrapped his hands around the narrowest part of it, his fingers could touch at the navel if Jounouchi sucked in hard enough.
Gorgeous. Such a perfect little plaything he had, and he knew that Jounouchi loved it. The blond would moan like a whore in heat for Kaiba’s attention.
That was why, when Kaiba’s hand delicately pet along the curves of his back and thighs, Jounouchi let out the softest mewl.
How cute, Kaiba thought. The boy didn’t even have to be awake to trust Kaiba completely with his body.
A faint little movement caught Kaiba’s eye. He looked down to see Jounouchi’s flaccid cock twitching. Kaiba smirked with pride. A single touch from him turned Jounouchi on.
He traced the tips of his fingers down the front side of the smooth uncut shaft, smiling at the way it throbbed harder. Kaiba restrained himself from wrapping his hand around it, not wanting to wake Jounouchi up just yet. He was having fun teasing his pet. Instead, Kaiba stroked the cock’s underside with his knuckles, giving the slightest pressure to coax it into a half-chub state. It was just enough to raise away from the smooth little sack underneath.
Jounouchi’s drapes nearly matched the curtains. The little bush nestled at the base of his shaft was a couple shades darker, an inoffensive umber brown.
Jounouchi’s expression scrunched the slightest, clearly feeling the pleasurable tension. Much like Kaiba would scratch the underside of his chin, he teased the underside of Jounouchi’s cock with a stroking motion of his finger. Predictably, Jounouchi loved that too, enough to let out a squeaky moan in his sleep.
The noise seemed to jostle the blond into a barely conscious state, but perhaps not enough to realize what was happening. Jounouchi simply rolled to his other side, facing away from Kaiba. The uncertain moment actually had Kaiba briefly holding his breath with anticipation. He was distracted by what was revealed to him instead.
Without the blanket covering him, Jounouchi’s fluid movement exposed his entire backside; the curve of his lumbar vertebrates, the shape of his ass, the tanline on his thighs from summer sun, and—
…and Jounouchi even hiked his leg up, which spread his cheeks apart and put his sweet little hole on full display.
Hot flames of desire engulfed Kaiba at the sight. It was somehow still slick from the night before, a combination of lube and cum making the pliant slit look supple. Witnessing such a sight truly made it feel like there was a ravenous beast clawing at the inside of Kaiba’s chest.
Deeply insidious intentions oozed from every one of his pores—the urge to absolutely desecrate that body.
Kaiba shuffled closer and gently pressed the pad of his middle finger to the hole. Precum dripped from Kaiba’s cock. He was completely captivated by the way Jounouchi’s body responded to him with clenches of anticipation and a velvet-soft give when he pressed against it. Delicate little threads of slickness webbed between his finger and the hole when he playfully tapped it.
His body didn’t even flinch when Kaiba slipped a finger in. The passage was so silky and giving, plush and so warm.
Something about seeing Jounouchi so vulnerable like this, fast asleep and so at peace with giving Kaiba dominion over his body, that even his subconscious didn’t bother to alert him, made a familiar possessive urge to take consume him. Jounouchi was so beautifully offering himself and Kaiba would be foolish not to take it.
Whatever early tasks he had on his calendar for this morning could wait.
Kaiba slicked up his cock with lube from his nightstand, careful not to make too much noise. He then rimmed Jounouchi’s entrance generously.
In this state, Jounouchi was so relaxed and lubed up that he should be able to take cock without any further prep. Kaiba shivered at the thought and was eager to test it.
He moved closer to crowd Jounouchi from behind, fitting his sleep-warm bulk flush against Jounouchi’s back. He looped his arm under that slim body. With his other hand, he lined up the head of his cock to the entrance, pleased beyond belief to feel the muscle already parting.
Kaiba was a patient man, he knew that the best things came to those who waited, so he only pushed a little at a time; one slow, immaculate inch at a time. He went in raw, of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Not once did Kaiba wear a condom with Jounouchi. Parish the thought of the cute blond escaping his fate of being Kaiba’s personal cum dumpster.
The noises coming from the blond started to get louder until the widest circumference of the head tried to breach.
That was when Jounouchi finally jostled, flinching like he got shocked and clenching tight in retaliation. Jounouchi’s hips flinched away from him.
That wouldn’t do.
Kaiba preemptively tightened his grip, yanking Jounouchi back and burying his face into that golden hair.
“Stay,” Kaiba coaxed with a low, raspy voice, one that was deepened from sleep. He let the blond wiggle in his arms to remind himself of his lover’s familiar embrace.
Jounouchi gasped when he slowly started to realize what was happening. Kaiba sighed deeply into golden hair, indulging with a few inhales of the soft scent, basking in Jounouchi’s sleepy reactions. Kaiba’s hand slid up to Jounouchi’s neck, pressing his thumb and first two fingers against his pulse with the lightest pressure, reminding his feisty lover of his place.
Sure enough, Jounouchi melted like butter, relaxing and letting out a shaky exhale.
Kaiba pushed his hips enough to make his cockhead breach. The delicious heat was met with an equally delicious moan from the blond. The suddenness of it made Jounouchi give a high-pitched whimper— one of the many noises the boisterous hothead made that only Kaiba got to hear.
After a hesitant pause, Jounouchi slowly rolled his hips back for more. The pair moaned in shared pleasure.
Kaiba loved being right. He knew Jounouchi could take it.
From there, it was so easy to sink in as deep as he could go. Kaiba shivered from the warm sensation hugging his cock, from having that radiant body flush against him. He felt firm skin under his hand, Jounouchi’s pulse in his other, and his vision was skewed by fluffy blond locks.
How heavenly it felt to be like this— to start his day being encased within such a gorgeous, willing body.
Oh yes, Jounouchi was gorgeous. Kaiba rarely spoke the words, but his desires manifested in moments like these, when hips seemed to thrust of their own accord, chasing a high that biology demanded of him. Kaiba’s pleased grunts and deep sighs filled the spacious master bedroom.
Jounouchi curved back in a beautiful arch before letting out a proper moan. His hole clenched in fluttering spurts, and Kaiba knew it was because his cock was reaching Jounouchi’s sweet spot. After all, his cock was long and thick, which meant it had no trouble pleasing Jounouchi at all.
A trace of desperation was laced in Jounouchi’s voice, feeling surmounting pleasure, but Kaiba didn’t rush this yet. Today, he felt like basking in the simple pleasure of slowly watching his cock slide in and out. Jounouchi absolutely loved the treatment too, eager to soak up the more tender moments from the man.
Jounouchi was moaning, lazy but happy. He was clenching the sheets with messy hair covering his eyes. He kept hiking his leg up for more leverage and arching his back to be at the exact perfect angle to take cock.
Fuck, was Jounouchi ever easy to fuck. His body so giving and he opened up so well. Kaiba grit his teeth and gave a particularly hard thrust in, igniting a higher moan of praise from Jounouchi’s throat. He could practically feel the boy’s heartbeat in the pulsing of those inner muscles.
Feverish. Sleepy. Languid. Yet, completely tranquil and thrilled.
Jounouchi made some impatient noises in Kaiba’s arms, wiggling to try and get more friction.
Kaiba bit at the shell of Jounouchi’s ear, delighted that the sharp spark of pain made the blond yip in surprise.
“Shhhh,” Kaiba shushed gently. He then pushed a hand between Jounouchi’s shoulder blades, encouraging the blond to turn onto his stomach.
Jounouchi, like the good boy he was, completely submitted. He rolled onto his front and lowered his head down. Kaiba prowled over him like a circling predator, with a hand anchored to the back of Jounouchi’s neck and intense eyes watching every movement his prey made.
Jounouchi bit his lip under the heated gaze and smiled from getting so much attention. He even reached behind him to spread one cheek to the side, presenting himself, showing off his stretched hole and hardened cock dangling between his legs.
Dark, possessive heat coiled within Kaiba at the sight.
Delicious. Completely subservient and wanton.
Kaiba laid his heavy cock between those cheeks. Jounouchi moaned wholeheartedly and rocked his hips up, letting the shaft slide back and forth.
“Fuck my hole,” Jounouchi begged pretty. “So empty. Wanna be full again… fill me up with some cum for the day, please?”
“You little cockslut,” Kaiba growled, pushing his fingers into Jounouchi’s hair and making a fist. Jounouchi gave a gutteral, eager moan at the rough treatment, at being pinned down by his head with his ass in the air.
Kaiba then angled his cock down so he could bottom out brutally in one stroke. Jounouchi cried.
It wasn’t a bad cry, no, completely the opposite. Jounouchi came to life. Jounouchi writhed under him like a bitch in heat. Being split open made him absolutely shameless.
“Fuck yeah! Oh god, mmmm, fuck fuuuuuuck,” the blond mewled with absolute delight. “Oh god, gimme cock. I love cock…”
“I know you do, fucking eager little minx,” Kaiba growled.
So much for the lazy, unrushed sex. Oh well, it didn’t take much to spur each other on anyway. One would often prod the other, one pushed and the other pulled. It was always like that. Unpredictable. Passionate. All-encompassing.
That’s what made this so good.
Kaiba was in such a good mood that he even let Jounouchi touch himself as he fucked him properly. It was something Jounouchi often had to earn or beg for. Today, Kaiba watched keenly as deep, hard thrusts had Jounouchi scrambling to grab his own cock, spurred by such a quick and intense pleasure that was consuming him.
“Fuck, Kaiba! Fuck me hard, fill me up, use me,” Jounouchi moaned. Kaiba could feel the boy was cresting from the erratic little flutters of his insides.
“You going to cum for me, pet? You going to cum over my cock?” Kaiba heatedly pressed. He shivered as he bided his time, eager to see Jounouchi work himself up into an orgasm.
“Yeah!” Jounouchi mewled high. “Yeah! Fuck, I wanna!”
Kaiba clenched his fist into that beautiful hair tighter, angling his cock right where he knew Jounouchi loved it, right where he could make Jounouchi cum in seconds.
It was only a moment longer before Jounouchi found his peak, panting erratically and moaning higher in staccato beats. Cum spurted from Jounouchi’s cock, but Kaiba didn’t stop. No, he clenched Jounouchi’s hips with both hands and slammed himself into a rhythm that promised his own finish.
He panted at the sight of Jounouchi’s cheeks rippling outward with every thrust, the sight of the base of his cock completely disappearing, of Jounouchi’s flesh completely flush with his hips, of lube webbing in his pubes and cum dribbling from Jounouchi’s cock.
He came to the sight of Jounouchi’s wanton state of taking such a big cock with such unadulterated delight.
Kaiba made it that way. He moulded Jounouchi to suit his desires.
Well, so he kept telling himself. The more he lived with the blond, the more apparent it was becoming that Jounouchi was secretly a masochist. He was using his position as such to get what he wanted. Spanking and rough play was no longer a punishment to Jounouchi, no, it was restraint from Kaiba that was Jounouchi’s one true fear.
Kaiba scoffed with amusement at the thoughts inside his own head. He even spanked Jounouchi’s ass to prove Jounouchi was a pain slut. Sure enough, the blond gave a yip with a happy moan and even arched his ass up.
With a possessive growl, Kaiba grabbed the flesh of one cheek and spread it wide, revealing the sight of a tender entrance stretched wide around Kaiba’s pulsating cock.
Now that his head was clearing up and his erection was waning, Kaiba found the resolve to finally start his day. He slowly removed himself from his lover’s hole and stepped off the bed. Jounouchi did the opposite and flopped down. He didn’t even seem to care about cleaning himself up.
It was still very early. Jounouchi didn’t usually wake up for another hour or two.
Kaiba made a mental note to tell the maids to clean the sheets ahead of schedule. Lube and cum were being smeared across the sheets as Jounouchi wiggled closer to Kaiba’s side of the bed, seeking a drier spot and the smell of Kaiba’s pillow.
After Kaiba returned from his shower to dress himself, Jounouchi was fast asleep. Soft snores filled the bedroom, coming from the mound tucked under the sheets.
What a spoiled puppy, Kaiba thought to himself as he shrugged on his ivory white blazer.
It was endearing. Kaiba found himself entranced by the simplicity that came from having a lover like Jounouchi. He was simple because he was predictable in some habits and completely chaotic in others. He liked when Jounouchi snarled and fought back. The random sprinkles of trepidation and outbursts made it fun; moments Kaiba got to test boundaries and wrangle the fiery spirit down like a wild animal.
Begrudgingly, Kaiba realized he also found pleasure in making Jounouchi happy. Seeing him sleeping so peacefully in his bed filled Kaiba’s chest with warmth.
Rather than disturb his sleep again to say goodbye, Kaiba left the room without a word. Jounouchi was going to wake up with a ravenous hunger, so he’d make sure the kitchen staff prepared a hearty breakfast in advance.