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laureleyechoes) wrote2022-11-14 05:34 pm
laureleyechoes) wrote2022-11-14 05:34 pmPSL Corner!
[A gathering of PSL for my characters.]
laureleyechoes) wrote2022-11-14 05:34 pm
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"I...run the company. I decide which games we make, where we sell them, and I work in the trenches programming too. Mokuba runs the theme park division. I like making games the most...I dislike dealing with out of touch corporate overlords. I'm usually the youngest person in the room, the others never even touch products like ours..."
"I'm also a game player. I play Duel Monsters, a strategy card game. I'm second in the worldwide rankings," he admits, a little edge of bitterness to it. "But I want to be first again someday."
That's one of his dreams. But another one seems to be blooming within him now.
"But there are other things I want too..." A little smile and wink.
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He loses it. His eyes widen and he licks at his lips, finding them parched and dry, and Esteban has to wrench his focus away before he decides that this tease ought to be answered with a kiss. His grin grows crooked, boyish and just an edge of uncertainty even through the warmth.
"Like me?" Their palms are laced together now, and Esteban holds onto his hand as he bumps their foreheads together, before he nuzzles a kiss onto Seto's.
Dragging the words back from flying way too far over his head is hard work, but Seto had been saying important things, talking about himself openly and Esteban sets himself to the colossal task of netting down the flutters of those that try to escape him. Focus! He can do it!
Mokuba. His brother? He settles the thought aside.
The rest is. A lot. Of what Esteban asked, but still, a lot to be given of what Seto's life is like. He doesn't know what more to say about it, but he still gathers every piece close by.
Seto's frustration, his pride and competitiveness. Despite the fame and the cutthroat world that Seto has to deal with; he still shares them openly with him.
"Y're amazin'," Esteban whispers, quite in awe that he gets to hold him.
Yesterday, he hadn't known his name. Today, Seto had given him countless glimpses of him, being himself, being vulnerable and open in a way Esteban had taken years to break out of once away from his mother's shadow. Seto is brave.
Esteban adds it to his growing collection.
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"Keep complimenting me and I'll never want to leave," he laughs, lightly touching his cheek with his free hand. "But I want to know you too. What kind of wild life do you lead where you didn't know me?"
Another little tease. He kisses Esteban's nose just to seal that he's only playing.
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"Y're gorgeous too! An' fun t' hang out with, an' you kicked my ass at video games an' didn't even brag!" He could have rubbed Esteban's nose in it a little longer, it would have been fair after Esteban's cockiness.
He grins again.
"Issat enough, or d' I need to keep goin'?" He might not know much about Seto, but Esteban would be willing to keep going if it keeps his boyfriend trapped, just a little longer, by his side.
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"...All right, I'm staying. Now tell me about you, handsome," he insists, pouting playfully.
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"Well; y've seen my mom downstairs," he begins. But the rest of the words are harder to find.
"Did you-- know her?" Considering Esteban had been the first one to miss his companion being extra well-known, it seems only fair he makes sure they're on the same page on that particular subject first.
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He curls his hand against Esteban's chest, wondering. "You've inherited incredible genes, haven't you." Another smile.
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"Yeah, she likes the Met Galas." A bunch of nonesense to Esteban's eyes, but Ammy had always loved strutting her stuff across the red carpet.
"Mom's an actress. A pretty famous one. Dad's a botanist workin' for the preservation of bogs an' wetlands." And then, there's. Esteban. Just Esteban.
He squeezes Seto tighter.
"I-- grew up with mom at first. Sort of. She was busy filmin' and-- well." Oh. Oh this... stings. A lot more than he thought, to bring it up. He shakes his head. Tries to skitter across the old wounds there.
"By the time I got ten, dad started gettin' me out from her place, durin' summer at first, an' then longer an' longer. I lived with him for a year when I was sixteen-seventeen, an' by then, mom wanted me back. But I kinda knew what sorta world she lived in, an' I didn't--" He pauses.
"The press 're bullies. I don't like them. I lived with her, but I got tips an' tricks to get 'round them, an' away from the spotlight. I don't like learnin' of people through newspaper pictures an' articles. They're a buncha lies." So he... never reads them. Doesn't even pay them attention.
He shrugs.
"B'sides." The dark clouds need to be chased away; and Esteban gleefully nuzzles a kiss onto Seto's temple. "I think that's a good thing!" This way, he gets to know who Seto is without the newspapers hovering over them. It is, he thinks, a more even ground to meet on. He will get to know Seto on his own terms now.
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Seto needs it too, he has to admit. He laughs, nuzzling Esteban's neck. So warm...mm, the scent's intoxicating. He wants to stay a while.
"You're the first person I've met in a long time who doesn't know that version of me...it's a little intimidating, if I'm honest. I have to actually remember how to explain myself," he shakes his head. "But that's all right. We have time today."
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"I'm still holdin' onto that second date!" Seto is not getting rid of him that easily!
His arms tug him up against his shoulder, and Esteban dips for a swift kiss, barely more than a brush of lips against lips. But, well. While they are at it.
"When d'you start--" Esteban interrupts himself, blinking wide blue eyes at his date as some puzzle pieces slot themselves anew in his mind.
"Seto. 'F you're the CEO--" his brows furrow. "--why d'you need to go to work on New Year?" Surely, Esteban can maybe tempt Seto to get a change of clothes, and, uh. extend his stay for more than just a few hours. Right?
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"It's...just habit. I don't make the rest of the staff come in, but I usually blitz through and get as much done as I can while I'm alone in the building. I suppose it won't kill me to wait."
Right? He leans on Esteban's shoulder in quiet contemplation. "I don't usually just...sit and enjoy myself. It'll take me a minute to get used to it."
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Esteban's eyes shimmer with mischief. His nose scrunches like he might be attempting to contain his snickering, and failing at it. The hand at the hem of Seto's shirt slip underneath fabric and traces skin. Deliciously warm skin.
"Can I help?" He purrs, a crooked smile growing across his lips.
Before ge even waits for an answer, Esteban shuffles onto the seat, slouching enough to be nearly completely underneath Seto now, and apparently quite satisfied at their new position. This is nice~
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There's something else too, if he thinks about it...
"If you keep touching me like this I'll have to insist we go back to your room," he murmurs, playful. A little naughty.
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"Oooh~ Sensitive?" He chuckles, peeking through burgundy lashes before tempting his lover further with a saucy wink.
He drops Seto's hand to tease more touches across his lower back, slipping just underneath the hem of his shirt to grab onto him, his thumb tracing half-circles against the jut of his hip. Where Esteban himself would get an-- interesting reaction if Seto were to do the same to him. 'Dians, he wants to touch him now. Any further thought is so, so far away, slipping through his fingers.
Just Seto, and-- and the horniness that has hounded Esteban since he first laid eyes on him. Esteban is going to hell and intending to deserve it quite thoroughly, thank you very much.
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Just a moment of his fingers digging into Esteban's back around the shoulder blades before he forces himself to pull back some.
"We should...go back to your room."
He very reluctantly pushes to stand up, offering his hand.
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But.
Esteban clings to Seto just a moment more as he drifts away, and the hand drops from his back to the outside of his thigh, to a contact much more demure when it's over cloth. The flush of his skin is distracting. The way his eyes have darkened.
Esteban did that.
He licks his dry lips.
"Or--" he begins, hating this, hating the distance. But it would feel better. It would be better for them to be comfortable and with more options after sex. If they even have sex.
Esteban is absolutely down for a heavy makeout behind a door-- but that's besides the point.
"Or," he begins again, letting Seto untangle them both from one another as he shuffles back to lean against the armrest again.
"We c'ld get you proper clothes. Maybe drop by y'r home an' get-- a day, maybe two, of clothes?" Esteban catches his hand, but he doesn't rise just yet, turning Seto's palm delicately until he can place it against his chin, so he can nuzzle into the palm and drop a heated kiss there.
"I am hoardin' you away, aren't I?"
There's no denying the cheekiness of his grin, when it is pressed so deeply into Seto's hand, his eyes slanting to look back at his lover at a cocky angle. The brat.
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"...Fine, but my brother's going to have words with me if I'm away that long. You owe me for that." He sticks out his tongue, playful. It's going to be okay.
"But are you sure your mother's all right with this?"
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"Oh? Wanna bundle it with y're winning wish from yesterday? Make it somethin' really amazin'?" The redhead teases, finally upright and in front of his boyfriend.
He's tempted-- he's so tempted to push him up against the window, the way Esteban had been pressed against the aquarium the night before. He has to lick his lips at the memory of what followed. But Seto brings up a confusing point.
"Ammy? Why'd she be bothered?" He asks, an easy shrug in his shoulders. It's not like her to mind visitors-- she's not the hostess type of person if he were to be honest.
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"I guess I wouldn't know what it'd be like to bring a boyfriend home to my parents. Mokuba's going to insist on interviewing you before I come back here, though," he warns with a little smile.
"All right, so. Shall we?" They're fed and clean, he can take his suit from last night home to wash and get his own things.
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Well, no. There are many downsides. The distance between them makes Esteban pout openly for a moment, and nuzzle his cheek against Seto's shoulder like a great big cat, before he nods.
"Yeah, okay, ready~" They'll have more time for couch snuggles. He just... has to be patient.
A skill wildly beyond Esteban's means, usually, but he'll behave. For now.
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Several hours later and a small Mokuba placated-- Esteban loved the kid already, but he had clearly not trusted him at first, and the redhead had to pull off all his charms to wow the younger Kaiba with several chatter of games, asking Mokuba about the parks that he is in charge of, and finally showing him a quick fire trick he'd learned as an itty bitty kid before the younger brother had been placated.
Well. Esteban had basically kidnapped his older brother for nearly half a day, and was keeping him all to himself for maybe several more. He had the feeling Mokuba had been more threatened by that than actually who Esteban was per say.
All throughout this, Seto had watched him interact with his younger brother with a fond smile teasing the corners of his lips, and Esteban had been hard-pressed not to kiss him right then and there all while trying to make a good impression. It had nearly been torture.
He crashes on his bed after the entire ordeal, breathing a soft sigh of relief as he stretches his hands over his head, across the entire mattress. It makes his shirt ride up to expose a tempting line of skin over the hem of his jeans, before he flops bonelessly against the mattress.
"That's done~ I'm glad I met Mokuba~" he cheers immediately, running a hand through his hair as he invites his boyfriend closer.
"He's a cute kid~ You okay with leavin' him on his own that long?" They hadn't discussed how long exactly, but. Esteban feels. It's not guilt per say? Maybe more concern, really.
They should bring Mokuba along with them sometimes. On their dates. Or would that be awkward?
Well. Esteban can learn the meaning of patience if it means Mokuba gets to have his brother-- and a cool friend!-- to hang out with.
Yeah. He can. Totally do that, right?
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Once they're settled back in Esteban's room, Seto perches beside his boyfriend, licking his lips at that tempting...hm....
He traces a curious finger along his waist.
"Isono's watching him for a few days. He'll be fine...as long as I don't come back to a destroyed house after a bunch of thirteen year olds party in it."
He laughs a bit. "And I'd have to ask Mokuba if he wants to join us...we're older, it might be cringe after all. But it might be fun?"
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"Mm. I'd like that. An' we'll make sure Mokuba has fun, even if he's with older, cringy brothers."
He's trying hard not to shudder as he speaks, Seto's touch definitely rousing his interest, but he's more concerned about the little brother for now. There's a bit of a pause as he shifts his head to the side, wondering.
"A friend 'f mine showed me how t' make pizza just a short bit ago. Maybe we could make 'im some b'fore you go back home?" As a bit of a treat, and a bit of an apology.
He makes a far distant note to ask Seto how his brother, who is just thirteen, is managing entire amusement parks, but that's not something he's keen to bring up right now.
"Seto?" He pauses. "If y' need me-- if y' need someone for him." He takes his lover's hand. "I can help, okay?"
It might be a whirlwind; it might be too soon, but. He. Remembers. Being alone in a too big house. He'd never want that for anyone else.
His arms reach and he pulls at Seto's belt line-- now much easier now that his pants are the right fit-- and tugs, insistent little pulls to get him to lie down so that Esteban can snuggle. He'll be down for more-- for now just. A hug would be nice.
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"Maybe we should both go and all make it together," he offers. That's a good ice-breaker activity, he thinks. He smiles at the thought of it, and then...
"I worry that I'm moving too fast," he murmurs. "But I trust you...and I hope he will too. I like having you in my life."
He easily falls into Esteban's arms, snuggling up against him and pressing his face into his chest. Oh...oh, it's nice. And it feels so much better, listening to his heart like this.
"Is that okay?"
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Only to blink them open right away, wide and blue and surprised, before laughter shimmers in his lungs, too full and too bright to be quite contained. It escapes him in chuffs, nearly voiceless, but no less noticeable for it. Too fast, Seto says. As if Esteban had not been greedily pulling the rug more and more onto his side.
"I like havin' you here too~" he murmurs back, nuzzling his cheek at the top of Seto's hair. "We c'n take it slower 'f you like." Esteban's scramble to get his attention doesn't need to be nearly so hectic now, as he is sure he'll have more time with Seto. Doesn't need to be.
But Esteban is greedy, and he's fairly sure only Seto would be able to slow him down on this account.
His fingers begin drifting over Seto's spine, though there is hardly any bite to it; just the slow, soothing strokes, as if he were petting a cat.
"I jus'-- didn't wanna lose you yesterday," he readily admits, his touch soft and easy and light. "An' now it just feels-- nice. An' I don't want it to end."
He'll take as much as he can get. Greedily. Broodingly-- like a dragon laid over his hoard. Or is his hoard laid over him? It brings another chuckle to his lungs, shivering underneath Seto's frame.
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