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Seto is far, far more ready to move than Esteban is. He'd have been quite content with a nap, to be honest, but the feel of the cool cloth against his skin perks him up, his lover's hands gliding across him. He nuzzles into his shoulder again, a low sound in his throat as his crooked smile widens.

Where did he get that, actually? He glances, his head barely lifting, and an eyebrow rises in a short puff of laughter, not sure if he's surprised that Seto has sanitary wipes on his bedside table or just endeared. It suits him, he settles, and he briefly considers whether or not he wants to return the favour, but he's... in no hurry to move just yet. Only his hand, stroking gentle circles, the harder press of his nose into his shoulder.

There's a tease into his hum, voice boisterous and as always, just a hint of laughter in it, of joy barely contained.

"Just blissful?" he teases, mischief running along as his hand rises in a caress, following Seto's ribs lightly. Callouses barely skitter across his skin, a feather-light tease, but it's no doubt something that could turn more heated in a moment if Esteban really wanted to.

'Dians, he wants to. He just also wants to have a good snuggle with his boyfriend first, so his lust can prowl like a broody dragon for a bit; Esteban has memories he wants to hoard.

"'Dians, Seto, we still got practice ahead 'f us!" he teases shamelessly, an easy wink at his half-demand. But not now.

He smoothly pushes himself up a bit, reaches for the wipes as well before he returns the freely given attention, his hand gently gliding across skin. He wipes at the sweat gathered around his lover's neck first, adding a kiss to the curve of his throat before he goes on.

"That was great though," he encourages, because if Seto has not had hickeys before, he wants to make sure his boyfriend knows this much. "I almost came right when y' touched me." His nose scrunches in mischief more than embarrassment, despite his honesty.

Edited (surprised >> just endeared) 2023-07-06 01:40 (UTC)

That's heavy praise. Seto's content to relax in these firm touches and bask in that smile, his now-free hands slowly reaching up to stroke at the hairs at the base of his lover's skull. He's so bright and handsome...

He stretches his head forward to kiss that scrunched nose.

"Can't remember the last time I felt anything like this. Like...the world's ours, and we don't have to worry."

He glides one hand down Esteban's spine with slender fingers, rubbing the briefest of circles before he settles on his hip and nudges. "Mind if I curl up on you for a bit?"

There's a tiny noise that slips from Esteban's lips as Seto cards a hand through his hair, a little note of both surprise and pleasure. The kiss manages to smooth away the reckless curve of his brows, and his smile grows a little softer, warm and sunny and comfortable.

Seto's talking concepts that Esteban can't quite follow; for him it's--

"It's the other way 'round for me?" he tries, a little slower, trying to place words in his mouth that don't feel a little too odd or out of place. Just that he's not-- they're not on the same page about this, but he still thinks they're on the same wavelength?

"Like there's just us," he supplies. The world outside doesn't matter. Just him and Seto and the bed and the hours ahead of them where they don't need to see anyone else, anything else. Just them, loving each other without cares. Without worries.

It's not a competition. He just finds it interesting that the feeling provoked is so similar and so different both at once.

His request causes Esteban's eyes to snap open, blue and bright and pleased, as his brilliant smile returns, and he nods eagerly.

"Sure!" he offers, shifts lightly towards his side before his heart drops down his ribs and his senses scream a sudden wrongness that immediately has him swing his arm wide to catch himself, pressed tight against Seto's side. They, uh. They were closer to the edge than he thought. Esteban blinks twice in surprise, before his shock morphs, and he can't hold it back.

Laughter pours out of him, giddy and reckless and his heart running double time for the tiny mistake but, well, he'd been distracted, so who could blame him for missing how close they were to the edge of the bed?

"Other side~" he pours between his careless laughter, his lungs rattling with his joy, as he shifts, knees to side to his back, his calf still tangled between Seto's own, and a hand keeping his reddened shoulder close in an invitation. He shimmers an arm underneath Seto, still too bright, still too impulsive as he grins, tugging his lover against him. He's still snickering as he lets his lover settle the way he wants to, mute laughter that still shakes his shoulders and lungs in silent guffaws.

It's all right. They're close enough---just them, together. Everything is perfectly fine.

Well---almost! He startles when Esteban flounders, worriedly grabbing at him and lifting his head to see what's happened. Oh...oh, that's the edge. Oops. He awkwardly goes along with moving into a better position, and once they're settled he slides his hands up Esteban's chest to gently massage the shoulder he strained.

"All right?" That laughter is so tempting. He leans in for another kiss, smiling still.

He's still laughing. It's light and shimmery, delicate almost, and not enough to inconvenience their kiss. Esteban returns it just as eagerly.

"Mm~" He doesn't feel like there's any need to add to it. He's not usually that clumsy, but. Well. His brain isn't all there.

This time, Esteban's hand comes up to Seto's hair, ruffling through the shorter strands and following them along to the beginnings of his spine, gently teasing a touch there.

"Yeah. More than okay," he nods, pressing them forehead to forehead for a breath, two, twenty. "I'm happy~" he adds, grin blooming anew, without the near-scare of a minute before.

"An' comfortable, I c'ld get used to this~" Whether he means that Seto's bed is comfortable-- which it is-- or that Seto himself is comfortable, splayed atop his chest in a steadying weight, he lets his boyfriend guess, though he adds a cheeky wink to help nudge him in the right path.

"Oh, could you?" Seto teases gently, leaning in to nuzzle at Esteban's neck. He's similarly happy here, wishing this didn't have to end...

And then he slides his arms loosely around his boyfriend's shoulders.

"I don't care about the marks. I'm staying with you as long as you want me."

Yes, yes he very much could! His smile widens as they get more comfortable, both incredibly aware that they are still completely naked, and yet too cozy to make this into more. His hand splays against a shoulderblade, mindless to what lies beneath, and he strokes gentle half-moons again, closing his eyes to better feel the way Seto is pressed up against him.

Only to snap open in confusion at Seto's next words. He's befuddled, clearly working through the words in a slow puzzle, piecing them together before clicking onto what his lover meant, and his grin returns, snickers bursting from him again.

"'Dians, Seto~" And there's a thrill to being able to say his first name, especially now. He's-- he's understood that it was a pretty personal thing here.

"I thought you meant the hickeys for a bit." Because there's-- uh-- quite a few decorating his throat and his chest now. Small, reddened patches of skin that will heal in just a few days, just-- Esteban's always been a bit... greedy. Only his last bite might take a bit more time, slowly forming at Seto's collarbone.

"An' I wanna want you forever." Esteban replies simply, an affirmation as he dips to tease his nose against Seto's own, rubbing from side to side before stealing a quick kiss. His hand splays even more against his shoulders-- against the mark beneath it; large and warm and calloused as Esteban ponders. It takes him a few heartbeats to go on, thoughts churning lightly into patterns as he picks at the subject.

"... Didja ever b'lieve much in them?" he asks, curious more than threatened at what this might mean to them. He wonders how Seto had ever thought of his mark in the end.

The other marks...right, the hickeys. Seto reluctantly pulls back a little to look down at his chest and shoulders, briefly touching the marks before he settles back down.

"If I didn't wear turtlenecks every day I might be more concerned," he laughs gently, a hand loosely curled near the seahorse on Esteban's arm. He's happy with all of this just the way it is.

"I've never believed that anyone could determine my fate for me, tattoos or not. I choose my way in this world, and I fight for what I want. That's you," he adds, leaning in for a quick kiss.

He has to bite his lip, watching Seto glance down at the marks he's left behind. It's-- he doesn't really know the word that properly conveys what he feels seeing the small action, just that something tickles down his spine, shimmery with just a touch of heat.

Turtlenecks and property and covering up. Esteban is personally not mindful of these, he'd be happy to have the scratch marks down his back on full display-- but Seto does have to at least appear professional. That still doesn't erase the grin from his lips. He punctuates what little remorse he can feel with a tiny kiss atop Seto's forehead, his palms still splayed across his back and stroking half-circles.

"Y're gorgeous~" He adds quietly, with the warmth that shimmers in his bones, just because he's not sure anymore if he's told his boyfriend this before-- before his brain dropped down below his waistband. He's pretty terrible at thinking before sex, and Seto had been saying things and he'd tried to keep up, but he had definitely gotten distracted. And he's entirely remorseless.

Right. He'd asked about the marks. There's a déjà-vu from Seto's response, about fate and not being controlled by it-- they'd skirted the same lines before-- but his determination in choosing his own path, in fighting for what he wants makes Esteban grin. It does sound like his boyfriend alright.

He still gets a punch when hearing the "that's you".

He knows, he's heard it before, but... it still drops in his veins, something warm, and something cold, something he doesn't quite have the words for, just how it teeters him on the edge of an emotion that he can't name. It frightens the words in his lungs, and they escape him.

"I want you too." It's difficult-- horrible because Esteban knows this falls short-- he's just-- there's just-- his mouth says too little, too late, just-- he knows he's not good at words. He's not good at words-- but he can do actions.

His hands rise, tease into his boyfriend's hair and pull him gently up to press into his lips, gentle kisses that spark and flutter and words that die between them. Esteban kisses him with intent, with meanings he can't get across, as he catches Seto's lips with a gentle bite of his teeth, deepens it to steal his breath.

But he wants better, he wants to give, and Esteban guides his boyfriend's hands down from over his shoulders, cupping one against his jaw, where his pulse hammers in his ears, and one down to his heart, over ribs that stutter and fall as his frantic kisses slow.

Words. He needs words.

His eyes don't open, searching for the syllables in the blackness behind his lids as Esteban gently folds tiny kisses between them, softer now.

"I want you," he manages, a gentle furrow between his brows as he pieces together the sentences that he wants to say. "All of you. For always." A breath interrupts him.

"I wanna find out what "we" are, t'gether. I wanna find out what kinda misch'f we c'n pull, an' what kinda places we'll go to, just t' be us." Another breath, he needs to say more.

"I wanna see you, just you." He is not a poet. He is not good with words. They still fall short in his head, but there's something about this sentence that silences all the others that could come next. It hangs over them, and Esteban waits, his breath caught, to see if that was enough. If that could be enough.

Seto loves the sound of all of this. He's flattered, enamored...he wants more and it'll never be enough, so he eagerly returns the kisses and allows Esteban to guide his hands. That steady pulse is encouraging. They're entwined now, and he couldn't be happier about it.

"We'll go anywhere. High, low, land, sea, sky..." he promises in a whisper, dreaming of all the things they can do together. All the ways that they can be together. But one particular phrase draws a laugh out of Seto, and he shifts to brush kisses over his boyfriend's brow, then his eyelids.

"If you want to see me, you only have to look," he adds, gentle. His blue eyes glow brightly with affection for this man.

That's not quite-- He raises his eyes, a low pout settled on his lips, that only too swiftly melts away. Seto looks-- soft. Calm. Comfortable. In a way that doesn't quite feel as vulnerable as Esteban's gut-punch, but one the redhead had never seen onto him. Like the world had shifted from his shoulders, at least for a moment, at least while he was here, now.

It's not quite what Esteban was aiming for, but he's greedy nonetheless.

The grin blooms across his lips; crooked at first, and slowly turning to a sunny-bright that might have been too loud if they were anywhere but here. He nods, and there's a tiny squeeze, before his hands return to hold Seto closer, as he breathes out.

"Okay." He smiles, and the words aren't stuck in his lungs anymore. They didn't say what he wanted to say, but maybe he doesn't have to say it right now. Maybe they can have another try.

"Yeah. We'll go~" he sing-songs, careless and free, free for wherever they might chose. Free for wherever they might go. "Well, we'll go to the pool for once without all that lust," Esteban teases, his grin very much audible in his tiny snicker. He catches himself back with more.

"We'll go on dates like today, an' maybe we c'ld try-- conventions?" Would Seto like conventions? Sounds like it would be too much of a crowd for him. Oh! He's got it!

"Tournaments! We c'ld try goin' to tournaments an' I'd cheer you on quietly from the side?" There's another snicker. Cheerful, Esteban may be, but quiet isn't usually his pair of wings. "An' we can go ice skatin' and we can sneak out of boring events you don't wanna be in, an'--" he trails off, half-moons circled onto Seto's skin again. "An' we could climb Mount Fuji-- that's a thing here, right?" he asks, a little lost.

It's prattling more than true conversation. Unimportant, but he still tries his best to include Seto as much as he can in his meandered thoughts.

"Mm. We can climb the mountains, conquer places high and low, far and wide..." He likes all of those ideas, for the most part. But for one he leans up a little, the better to face his boyfriend and perhaps play with the ends of his hair.

"I'm only going to a convention in full disguise. I want to experience it the same as everyone else, not as a celebrity. Would you mind if I wore a dragon suit?"

"Do I get to go as the stolen princess?" Joy sparks in the depths of his eyes, bright and teasing and not-at-all serious, and his nose scrunches with pure impishness as his question rises between them. But he doesn't mean anything bad by it, and Esteban steals a tiny kiss as he nods.

"Mm~ I don't mind~ I'll dress up too an' we'll match an' there's gonna be a bunch of people tellin' us how sick our costumes look!" Which means he'll have to get in on that pretty quickly if he wants something worthy of Kaiba's own outfit. But that's okay, they'll manage. Of course they will.

"Is there a matchin' character to yours?" Not that he minds going as the Damsel in Distress, just that the best disguise would be to help Seto blend in; so whichever would go as a pair with his.

"You could be an inverse of the dragon...or I could be Kaibaman, and you could be the dragon," he says with an embarrassed chuckle. "We could pose in photos without all the scrutiny."

And he nuzzles his nose against Esteban's. "This...these moments are just for us. I'm not letting them peek in."

"There's a Kaibaman?" Now that-- that's curious. He wonders what's going on in this particular card game, but he's not sure enough to protest it. Mostly he just finds it funny.

"Just send me the pictures an' we'll go from there?" After all, he's missing quite a bit from all this. But it would be fun to attend a convention with Seto. Even under disguises. Maybe especially under disguises; Esteban likes mischievous sneaking; he's all for it!

He tilts his head, and his braid gets tangled against Seto's fingers, a small delicate thing with a bead perched at the end. It used to be black, but now Esteban has changed it to a blue that pops against his red hair.

"I remember," he mentions off-handedly, nodding in affirmation. He'll do his best to keep it quiet. But-- and now that he thinks about it-- there's... less anonymity now that he's an adult. As a child, he didn't need to go to multiple high-stars functions, but as an adult?

"What about-- d'you ever attend red-carpet events?" he asks curiously, a small furrow between his brows, because maybe that's not something Seto does. His mother, yes, of course, but Seto? As a... game designer? As a game producer? He's not sure. Maybe that's a moot point entirely.

Edited 2023-07-10 01:38 (UTC)

"Kaibaman is...a mascot of the brand. He's like an exaggerated version of me."

Seto reaches for his phone on the stand and pulls up a photo. It's a man dressed almost exactly like Seto's normal outfit, with just a few differences: he wears a silver-blue dragon helm that masks his features, he has long and bright red hair, and a red vest over his turtleneck.

"We use him for kids' comics, and at Kaibaland he's a meetable character who stands in for me---like Santa's helpers, if you're familiar with that concept."

It's a little embarrassing, as his blush suggests, but Mokuba loves the concept and so it stays. After a few moments he murmurs softly and nestles back down against his boyfriend.

"And yes, I attend events. We can together, if you want---I would be proud to claim you publicly. But I know it would complicate your life, so it's your choice."

He's reluctant to let go of Seto even just long enough to glance at the screen. A last stroke along naked skin, a tiny nuzzle, before he picks up the phone to hold it at a better angle.

That's... a pretty familiar coat. And a funny design for the helmet. Esteban's grin widens, and soundless chuckles shiver through his ribs, but he won't tease. He absolutely won't tease. Santa's helpers indeed.

The mention of events snaps him back to the present, and Seto's phone is handled back to him, though Esteban would personally prefer that it gets lost somewhere. Just before he realizes--

"We c'ld take a picture?" he wonders, before wondering if that's pushing it. He corrects himself. "I'd like t' have a picture with you," the redhead mentions, before nuzzling a kiss onto Seto's forehead, that curves down to his cheek.

"But we don't have to-- it's-- I know it's a lot to ask."

Considering who Seto is it would be horrible if the picture fell into the wrong hands. Maybe Seto can keep it until-- until. Esteban doesn't know what that until is; just that he wants Seto to be safe.

A blush spreads on Seto's cheeks---first from the silliness of his superhero persona, then from the photo idea. Could he really go that far...?

He takes one look at Esteban's hopeful face and decides he will. He'll find a way to remember this forever, while minimizing the risk. That decided, he smiles and nods, shifting his position to make a better picture. He shifts to the side to face the camera better, curling one thigh over Esteban's hips and splaying a hand on his chest. He nestles against him and smiles, extending one arm to hold the phone.

"Ready?"

He can see it. In the curve of Seto's eyes, in the way he relaxes, just a bit, against his limbs. The decision is taken, and Esteban is thrilled to see it's a positive, would grin, if Seto hadn't just changed their position, tangling their legs deeper, their limbs sprawled across each other, Esteban tucking him just a smidge closer, and that is a lot of naked skin.

'Dians. He drinks into the sensations that both tease and comfort him like if he were parched, filing them away for later, as he wiggles the phone free of Seto's hand, considering he has just a bit more reach. Besides, he's got A Plan, and this needs Preparations.

So he sets up a proper timer for the picture, makes sure they're well framed as well, before he tilts his head to bump lightly against Seto's, letting the warmth, the comfort and the pleasure of the moment fill him, fill his lungs and his throat and his eyes as he turns them to the strands of hair pressed up against his cheek. There's the countdown, the slow numbers that peel through each gentle second, before the phone clicks loudly in their ear.

And Esteban immediately starts the timer again, just as he dips lightly, presses his grin against Seto's throat, and gleefully teases tiny nips on the curve, his free hand rising to his boyfriend's chest to lightly skim across his ribs and hold him still through the tiny tease.

Seto relents in allowing Esteban to take the picture. He moves his other arm to better cling to his boyfriend, stretching over him to look as alluring as possible. Entangled in each other...this is what he wants to remember from today. He makes his best attempt at a seductive expression for the camera, and then...

...ah. Esteban manages to extract a surprised gasp from him, face heating up and head tilting back with pleasure. Oh. He'll remember this too, all too well.

He eventually lifts his head a little to look lovingly at his Esteban for a picture or two more, and finally...he'll reach for the phone.

"...just give me a moment. I can hard-lock this to our phones and corrupt it if it's viewed from anywhere else."

How, he doesn't explain, but it'll just take a little tip-tapping if Esteban can bear to let him go for long enough.

Woops? That's a bit more-- uh, sensual than he'd meant.

Esteban doesn't know the meaning of the word "regret". A shame. The camera clicks lightly, and Seto turns to him, the light shuffle lost in one last picture that Esteban squeezes of their time together. Oops? The redhead's nose scrunches, his eyes bright and blue and shimmering with his joy as he snuggles closer to his boyfriend. He lets Seto work-- whatever helps him make him feel safer; Esteban is happy with this much.

The first picture looks a little staged. A little too formal, a little too proper. The second still has Esteban's smile pressed up against Seto's throat, the slightest edge of teeth peeking in against his lover's blush, suddenly deepening across his pale skin. The third, they are both lost; the camera forgotten as they peer at each other, an impish smile onto Esteban's face, despite the obvious warmth shared between them both. Esteban squeezes Seto closer as he grins.

"Thank you~" He is-- so happy. So very happy. "I'll keep it safe. Under lock an' key," he promises, because even locked to their phones, it's still a lot of trust Seto is allowing him this much. He'll find a way, to make sure the pictures are secured to him and only him; even beyond just the encryption.

His hand splays wide across Seto's hip, and curls, a tiny movement, almost like a cat kneading, teasing the skin as he nuzzles into his lover again. They will have to part, eventually. Esteban is still greedy, the greediest.

"... I dropped my bag when we started kissin'," he mumbles distractedly, eyes lowered to trace Seto's mouth as he rolls his lowerlip under the delicate bite of his teeth to wet them again. He can still feel phantom traces of their earlier activities, heat dripping along the line of his spine.

"... I got distracted," he adds with a cheeky grin. He-- hardly would mind getting distracted again. Even though he needs his bag. But kissing Seto again is so dreadfully tempting.

Seto's heart is still pounding in his ears. It's a big risk to give this much of himself over, and immortalize it. The images could destroy his career. But he loves to see Esteban's smile, and protecting it is more important. And...maybe trust isn't always a bad thing.

He smiles at the silly problem and brushes his lips over Esteban's, lingering a few moments before he reluctantly pushes up and rolls to his feet.

"I'll find it," he promises, standing there without a care in the world as he dials and listens for a ringing phone. Ah---this way. He'll make his way over to Esteban's phone, with a little swagger to his hips as he goes. What a terrible tease.

Fortunately for Esteban he brings them back, perching on the bed beside him and gently setting the phones down. "All set."

That fast? Well...somehow.

Oh, his cheeks might fall off soon for how happy he is, smile never-ending as Esteban basks in the soft attentions offered to him. He doesn't want it to end. He lingers in it, has a half-thought formed to lean his weight forwards. To reach with hands and lips and mouth again, and to trace the blush back along Seto's throat and cheeks and ears, to pull him close and swallow moans and taste pleasure on his lips again. But he doesn't make it that far.

There's a tiny sound that leaves his throat as Seto leaves him, his hand twitching lightly at his hip, just before his boyfriend gets up and saunters away. Well; there's specific advantages to this-- but nevermind that!

The furrow between his eyes is still there when Seto comes back, confused and still greedy, before they widen in surprise. Oh-- he'd gone to get his bag-- Esteban had missed that when he'd left, and he blinks when Seto asks if he's all set, setting their phones down. He can't help the mischievous snicker that escapes him, even as he wraps an arm around his lover's middle. His lips trace Seto's shoulderblade delicately as he settles, his forehead pressing onto his shoulder lightly before he slips his chin over it.

"Sorta~" he cheers, nose scrunched and eyes so bright, they gleam like a summer sky, before he detangles himself from his boyfriend. And reaches back for his bag.

His purchases from a few days before are definitely going to be useful. He takes them out and settles them onto the bedside table, besides the wipes; a bottle of lube still unopened, and a box of condoms from an uncommon brand. His grin is crooked and sharp with mirth as he glances back at Seto.

"Thanks~" But he doesn't mean to press him, and so he settles for a teasing peck, brushing against his lover's cheek as he lays his head on his shoulder again.

"Now w're prepared for whatever!" He mentions, grinning. Seto's idea for the cleaning wipes is a good addition. Maybe they'll add more to their little stash later on; make a ready-bag for what they might need.

Or maybe Esteban could get his brain out of the gutter, but that's unlikely seeing their state of undress and touching and the greed that still smolders at the bottom of his stomach.

He'll never have enough of this. It's impossible.

Edited 2023-07-17 04:30 (UTC)

Seto laps up the little bits of affection as always, and his face colors a little more when he spots the contents of the bag. Ah...yes. They can intertwine themselves even closer if they like.

As he warms up to the idea (quite quickly), he scoots over to pick up the items.

"So...these brands? How big of an order should I place?" he jokes, flashing a little grin over his shoulder.

There's mischief in his eyes. But also warmth, as Esteban nuzzles into his shoulder a little harder. He'll never ever have enough, not of this intimacy. Bodies touching, in languid ease. Simply chatting, though he thinks Seto is too far ahead again.

"Depends on what you wanna try," he teases, his warm hand pressing against Seto's heart, where he can feel the thrum of it, feeling the steady cadence at his fingertips. It's soothing. And fun to skitter his other hand in a feather-soft stroke along Seto's inner thigh, feeling it erupt in the staccato of his heartrate. He can't help the snicker that bursts from him again, but he's too lazy to move just yet.

"Everythin'. All of it." Like Seto had claimed earlier. "But you gotta find what's makin' you happy throughout it, too, okay?" He nudges, and finally, Esteban draws himself back from the cuddle, facing Seto across from him on his bed, one foot tucked into the crook of his opposite knee.

Seto is disheveled, and tiny bites scurry along his chest and his throat, like petals pressed onto his skin. His eyes are blue, so blue, Esteban might call them the ocean, and get lost in their depths. He loves him, he truly does, and he has to bite his lower lip again, before he gets distracted by another kiss, or ten or twenty. This will never be easy. But he's happy for the little thrill of emotion that teases his heart, that makes him want to lean forwards.

"Like, ummm." There's... really no delicate way to say it. "D'you wanna receive first, or d'you wanna top first?" Esteban is fine with either. He also thought he'd be taking the lead at first, but Seto clearly has no qualms about taking control. He just needs... the assurance for it. Just a little push. Esteban can give him that little push, if it makes him feel more at ease as they progress.

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