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Puppyshipping ABC's	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12830 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Q is for Queen
WARNING: The language goes a little further than other chapters, but I feel like Joey shouldn’t have much of a filter in this chapter. Plus I had waaaaay too much fun.
Joey stared at the messenger with his mouth dropped open. There was no way he had just heard him right and yet he knew he had. The messenger stood there with a big, false smile on his face. Joey’s thoughts caught up to him and his mouth snapped shut. His eyes lit up in anger and he growled at the messenger, causing the man to take an unsteady step backwards.
“No.”
Joey’s mother, who stood several feet behind him with his sister, took a step forward and called her son’s name. Joey whipped his head around to glare at her.
“I said no and I meant it.”
The messenger jumped when the young man’s head whipped around. He swore the blonde’s eyes had begun glowing.
“You tell that dumbass it’ll be a frigid day in Hell before I even think of dating him! Marriage? That ain’t ever happenin’!” Joey shouted.
Serenity and his mother both gasped with hands covering their mouths. The messenger’s mouth hung open like a big mouth bass.
“B-b-but….surely you don’t mean that! To say such things about the King could mean death!” the messenger gasped.
Joey snorted. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
“Death would be preferable to me warming the King’s crotch.”
“JOSEPH!” his mother screamed, scandalized that her son would say such a thing.
Joey knew he had gone a bit far, even for him, but he wanted to make damn sure the messenger told the King how serious he was. Joey uncurled a hand from his chest and pointed to the door.
“Ya get yer ass outta here before I get my pitchfork and shove it where the sun don’t shine,” Joey threatened.
The messenger, fearful for his life, rolled the scroll up and scrambled to the door. However, he stopped at the door and placed the scroll down on a nearby side table.
“I really wish you would reconsider, Sir. The King is serious in his proposal for you to be his Qu-,” the messenger’s voice got caught up in his throat.
Joey seemed to teleport across the small home in the matter of an eye blink. He grabbed the messenger’s collar and shoved him hard up against the door.
“King’s messenger or not, if ya plan to leave here with all yer limbs intact, I suggest ya not finish that sentence,” Joey growled.
All the messenger could do was nod before Joey opened the door and shoved him out. Joey slammed the door behind him and turned back around with a snarl on his face.
“Joseph Terrell Wheeler, what are you thinking?! This is a wonderful opportunity for our family. The King could have picked anyone, but he picked you,” Mrs. Wheeler told him.
Serenity wisely chose to stay quiet and listen. Joey threw his arms and made wild gestures in the air.
“The family ain’t the ones who just got proposed to by a royal dumbass! I ain’t marryin’ him,” Joey protested.
Mrs. Wheeler put her hands on hips with a loud humph.
“And why the Hell not?” she asked, her own tongue beginning to loosen.
“Why?!” Joey exclaimed “Oh, maybe, because he’s arrogant and thinks he’s God’s gift to all o’ mankind.”
Mrs. Wheeler shot her son a stern look.
“We will talk about this when your father returns. He’ll be home in three days’ time. Now you get your butt on to bed. You have a lot to do in the morning.”
Joey trudged up to his mom to give her a short kiss on her cheek. He gave his sister a little friendlier smack on her cheek before wandering down to his room. He paused in his bedroom doorway.
“Hey Ma?”
“Yes?”
Joey grinned evilly and spoke in a singsong voice. “The day I marry the King is the day my penis falls off and I grow a--,” “JOSEPH TERRELL WHEELER!”
Joey dashed into his room, narrowly missing the frying pan that was thrown at him. That night, after his mom had retired for the evening, Joey was secretly packing a bag. He knew his father would agree with his mother and he would find himself becoming the new eye candy on the King’s arm. Hence, why he was packing a bag and getting the Hell out of there first.
Serenity quietly slipped into the room and closed the door gently behind her.
“Are you really going, Joey?” Serenity whispered.
Joey turned to flash her a sad smile.
“I gotta go, Ren. I ain’t marryin’ that foul cockroach they call a King,” Joey told her, plain out.
Serenity giggled.
“That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve called him,” she remarked.
Joey chuckled while nodding. It was true. He had called the King many names and that was the nicest one.
“Where will you go?” Serenity asked.
“I’m gonna head into the woods,” Joey replied.
“What about Stowaway?”
Joey chuckled as he finished packing his bag and lifted it over his shoulder.
“I was gonna try to find his home. See if I can figure out which direction to take him,” Joey answered.
“I hope you don’t have to go South.” The King lived in the South.
“You and me both.”
Serenity whispered her goodbyes and retired for the night. Joey quietly made his way out his bedroom window, across the yard, over the fence, and across the fields. Once he reached the woods, he started jogging through the trees. Joey twisted and weaved around the trees with the expertise of someone who had done it many times before.
After traveling for a while, Joey stopped around a small lake with a small waterfall. Joey whistled a little tune and waited. After only a few seconds, he heard a low rumbling roar respond to his whistle. A rush of warm air wafted over the side of his face and Joey turned his head towards it. It was mostly due to the full moon filtering through the tree lines that Joey was able to see.
Standing close to him with large, light red eyes was a dragon the color of the night sky. It tucked its medium-sized wings back as it slipped its tongue out to lick his cheek. Joey chuckled as he brought a hand up to roughly scratch the dragon behind its ear.
“Hey, Shadow. Good boy. It’s time we get out of here and find our place in the world. That jackass King things he can make me marry, him? Pfft, please!”
Shadow shook his head with a snort. Joey had complained many a times to the dragon about King Dumbass.
“Hey, where’s Stowaway?”
A much smaller roar came before a white blur slammed into his chest. Joey stumbled backwards, but stayed upright with ease. He laughed as he curled his arms around the white blob and pulled it back to hold it partially against him. The white blob turned out to be a small, white dragon with piercing blue eyes.
The little dragon was the size of a cooking pot. Its wings were small, tucked back on its back, and its head differently shaped than Shadow’s. It fit perfectly in Joey’s arms.
“There you are, Stow.”
Joey remembered that day Stowaway had come into his life. His father had returned from his latest trip and Joey & Serenity had been emptying his cart. They had been surprised to discover the baby dragon sleeping in a basket of furs. It was Serenity who had named him Stowaway and suggested Joey hide him away with Shadow. He had spent that whole day hiding the little dragon while attempting to do his chores.
Joey had been so nervous when he had snuck out that night with the timid little dragon. To his great relief, Shadow had sniffed at the little one curiously before engaging him in play. Shadow acted like a big brother to Stowaway. Shadow was a little over a year old and, judging by their size difference, Joey estimated that Stowaway was only a few weeks old.
The young man pulled out some berries from his bag and held them out in an open palm. Stowaway let out a happy squeal before licking up a few of the berries. He munched them down happily while Joey held the remaining berries out to Shadow. The dark-colored dragon shook its head so Joey placed the berries back into his bag.
Joey opened his arms as Stowaway turned around in his arms, opened his wings and leapt from his arms. The little dragon glided down to the grass. Stowaway ran and tumbled around through the grass. Shadow’s tail caught him and brought him up to the dark dragon’s face. Stowaway chirped and licked the bigger dragon’s nose. Joey smiled sadly.
“I wanna take you home, Stowaway. But my dad travels all over. I wouldn’t even know what direction to go in,” Joey said.
Stowaway squirmed in Shadow’s tail and chirped and growled at him. Shadow opened his tail, allowing Stowaway to climb up onto it and jump. He glided down to Joey who caught him easily. When Joey lifted the dragon up, he leaned its forehead against the human’s. Suddenly, he was seeing images flash in front of his eyes.
The dirt path leading up to their house.
A luscious forest and a tall meadow.
Mountains in the distance. The sun falling just through the mountains.
Stowaway leaned back and the images stopped. Joey gasped and jerked his head to stare at Shadow. Shadow cocked his head to the side in curiosity. Joey’s head jerked back down to Stowaway who stared up at him innocently.
“That was wicked cool! Shadow, Stowaway just showed me the way. He comes from the mountains. In the West.” Sigh. “Thank the gods!”
Shadow nodded his head in agreement. He knew well who was in the South. Stowaway climbed up on Joey’s shoulders where he curled around them, his claws gently digging into the blonde’s skin. His tail curled down across his chest. It wasn’t the first time Stowaway turned himself into a dragon scarf on the blonde.
Joey patted his head gently as the little dragon started to nap. The youth turned his gaze up to Shadow’s wings. One of his wings was still healing from injury; Joey had rescued Shadow at a few months old from a group of bullies. He wished he had something to help the dragon’s wing heal faster. He was growing more strength in it, but he couldn’t fly and it was tender to touch.
It didn’t stop the dragon from slipping his bag off his back with his tail. He tucked the bag down on his back with his tucked wings. The trio headed off through the forest to the west. Joey knew it was safer to travel at night with the dragons. It would take most of the night for them to make it through the forest; he planned for them to stop at the edge and sleep high in the trees.

/……/

It took about a week for them to reach the mountains. Seeing as his father didn’t immediately come after him, Joey figured either he went a different direction than Joey or Serenity told their parents he was off thinking about the proposal. He was surprised they were able to travel through the meadow during the day, as it shielded the two dragons from view. Luckily, they didn’t come across any travelers; surely they would have been quite a startling sight.
The night they reached the mountains, Joey made a decision. Since he wasn’t familiar with the mountain terrain, he thought it best to travel there during the day. That night, they slept high up in a good, strong tree. In the morning, the three climbed down and started up the mountain. There was a narrow trail in which Shadow walked along the trail behind Joey and Stowaway.
Joey knew they were getting close. Stowaway was sitting up on his shoulder. His front claws were gently gripping the top of Joey’s head. His feet were digging lightly into his shoulder and his tail curled around his neck around the front. He was shifting with small squeals and growls. Joey chuckled.
“Settle down, Stow. We’ll be there soon. Wherever there is,” Joey told him.
The little dragon surprised him by letting out a loud roar that echoed through the quiet mountains. He brought a hand up to scratch the white dragon’s back. Stowaway purred under the attention and stretched his wings out. They reached a part of the mountain that evened out on a large space of near flat mountain.
“That sure is a nice Blue Eyes ya got there. Red Eyes, too.”
Joey stopped and jerked his head around to the voice. Two men were standing at the entrance to the next part of the trail upwards. Shadow had his head ducked down, growling so softly only Joey and Stowaway could hear him. Stowaway released Joey and dropped off his shoulder into his arms. The dragon curled into a ball with his wings tucked around his body and his face stuffed into Joey’s chest. Joey immediately went on the defense.
“Nice of ya to state the obvious,” Joey commented.
The taller of the two chuckled. They stepped away from the trail, but still managed to block the traveler and his dragons.
“Ya know I ain’t surprised to see a Blue Eyes White Dragon in these parts. But I sure am surprised to see a Red Eyes Black Dragon,” the shorter male cackled.
Joey grew a little uneasy when he noticed the blades the two were carrying and the whip the taller one had tied at his waist.
“They got names, pal. You don’t need to tell me what they look like,” Joey growled, threateningly.
The two looked at each other and burst out laughing. Joey grew very confused.
“Silly boy. Those are their names. Their breeds. Now…just hand them over and you can continue on your way.”
Joey’s gaze narrowed. So that’s what this was about. They wanted to take the dragons and do who knows what to them! Joey wrapped a protective arm across Stowaway’s back and turned partially away from the strangers. Both of their mock smiles fell into scowls.
“Get this straight, boy. We’re taking those dragons and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Joey started to say something, but was cut off by Shadow. The black dragon leapt forward and whipped his tail around, smacking the two men away from the trail. They flew across the mountain floor and landed in a mixed heap against a mountain wall. Joey found himself snatching up by Shadow’s tail and placed on his bag. He had just enough sense to grab hold of the dragon’s neck before he took off running up the trail.
Shadow was angry with how upset his human was, because of those other humans. He understood enough to know the men wanted him and the little dragon he had adopted. He knew his human wouldn’t let them go easily. Joey didn’t know it, but Shadow could feel it in the air. They were close to Stowaway’s home.
Joey nearly fell off Shadow’s back when the dragon opened his mouth to roar. The roar was louder than ever before and echoed through the mountains like thunder. When they reached another flat land area of the mountain, Shadow was swept out from underneath Joey. The blonde flew up into the air and landed hard on his back, rolling across the dirt before coming to an abrupt stop.
He quickly rolled up into a sitting position, not realizing Stowaway had been thrown from his arms. Shadow was caught in a net that was weighted down. Joey whipped out his dagger and ran for the dragon. He slid down to his knees and began cutting at the webs of the net. He managed to rip through a few when he heard a loud screech.
He whipped around to see four men trying to corral the baby dragon. Flipping his blade into the air, Joey caught it by the blade and threw it at the man closest to the dragon. The man dropped like a sack of potatoes. He took out two more by rolling a bag of marbles from his pocket across the stone floor. They tripped and flailed around, banging into each other before crumbling to the ground.
Joey saw the leader unleash his whip from his belt. Unable to do anything else, Joey ran for the dragon. As the man brought the whip up and swung it through the air, Joey dove for the dragon. He hit the ground on his side with the little dragon cradled in his arms. At the same time, the whip came down with a loud CRACK!
Joey let out a surprised scream when it struck across his back. He curled into a ball, clutching the squealing dragon to his chest.
“Surround him, boys! I want that dragon!” the leader shouted.
More men were appearing and the two marble nuts had climbed to their feet. Joey felt another sharp sting of the whip across his back, but this time he held back in his cry of pain. Through the pain, he thought he heard a loud roar echo through the mountains. He heard the whistle of the whip zip through the air, but it never came down.
He did, however, feel the ground behind him shake as something heavy came down. Something else came down in front of him, blowing a large breeze of dirt into him. Joey kept his eyes closed but coughed. He felt a dragon’s tail smoother than Shadow’s curl around his waist and yank him forward off the ground.
Joey sighed in relief when he felt the smooth scales of a dragon against his face. He felt a wing being tucked over him, shielding him from view. He heard another roar – Shadow! – and then heard the men yelling.
Wait….no. The voices belonged to different men.
“Try it again and the dragons will eat you whole!”
“Get down on the ground!”
He heard the sounds of things being dropped. He could also feel the sliding of blood down his back. He winced. Stowaway peeked his head out from his protective cocoon and let out a tiny roar. The dragon holding him rumbled before the wing was moved away.
Joey jerked when he felt a hand on top of his head.
“Yami! Yami, quick! There’s a guy here. He’s injured!” Pause. “Azrael…ugh Azrael, let him go.”
Everything became a blur of growls and human names. He felt someone try to take Stowaway from him, but Joey tightened his grip with a whimper. And whoever tried it, got their hand bitten by the baby dragon.
“Don’t worry, Yugi. We’ll get them back to the kingdom. Seto will take care of him.”

/……/

Joey let out a pained groan as the wet washcloth moved across his back. He heard a rumbling nearby and tried to sit up but a strong hand came up to push his head down.
“I’m far from done. Stay. You’re only fortunate that these marks aren’t deep,” a voice said from behind him.
“I’d do it again. Got to protect the little guy,” Joey mumbled.
The noticeably male voice chuckled. The next swipe over his back was harder than intended as Joey grunted in pain. Seto whispered an apology and made sure his next swipe was gentler. Joey mumbled his gratitude. As he cleaned the blonde’s wounded back, Seto glanced across the barn.
Kisara was fussing over the young black dragon. She was blowing soothing cold air over the black dragon’s injured wing. Seto had already given him something to speed up the healing process on it. He turned his gaze back to the traveler. Azrael was laid out on his back with the traveler resting on his stomach. The baby dragon was curled around the top of Joey’s head.
“You said your name is Joey. What’s your companion’s name?” Seto asked, softly.
Joey’s response was muffled as he cuddled his face into the baby dragon. Seto sighed as he finished washing the wounds and began putting some healing lotion on them.
“What did you say?” Seto asked.
Joey turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the brunette.
“His name’s Shadow. Hope yer dragons’ll let Stow still hang out with us,” Joey murmured.
Seto frowned.
“Stow?”
Joey smiled.
“Stowaway, Stow for short. Had to call him something.”
There was pregnant pause before a loud explosion erupted from the barn, loud enough for half the city to hear.
“YOU NAMED A RARE BABY DRAGON STOWAWAY?!?!”

/……/

After a couple of days of being in the mountain kingdom, Joey’s back felt good enough for him to explore around. He had spent every night in the barn with the dragons. Seto, the stable hand and healer, had offered him a room inside, but Joey had politely refused. He had met a few of the King’s men – Yugi, Yami, and Ryou were only a few – but not the King himself.
While he had lain in the barn healing and spending time with the dragons, Seto often visited. Seto had ranted about the name he had bestowed upon the baby dragon for a good hour and a half. When the man paused to breathe, Joey had cut in and mentioned that the name had been his younger sister’s idea. That had quieted the brunette quite quickly.
One thing Seto had taught him was about the dragons. Both the Blue Eyes and Red Eyes Dragons had once thrived. The Kingdom had rejoiced when their two silvery-white dragons had laid eggs. It had been devastation to them when only one of the eggs hatched; the other six had been duds. They had really gone into a panic when the baby dragon, yet to be unnamed at the time, had disappeared.
Sadly, Seto didn’t know a lot of history about the Red Eyes and Shadow was the first one he had seen. Joey was said that his friend might be the last of his kind. He shook those negative thoughts from his head as he wandered through the open market. He stopped at a small booth to purchase an apple. To his surprise, the elderly lady refused to let him pay.
“You wear the King’s crest which means you are the one who protected our baby. It is the least I can do,” she said.
Joey smiled as he bit into the juicy fruit. Seto had given it to him as a sign of gratitude from the King. The long chain left the crest lying on the center of his chest. The crest was a portrayal of the mountain with a Blue Eyes circled around the outer part of the crest. It warmed his heart that the people were so nice to him.
He thanked the lady before moving along the market. When he finished with his fruit, he put the core in his pocket; Shadow loved to eat apple cores.
“Well, well, so this is where you’ve gotten off to.”
Joey stopped dead in the middle of the pathway. He mouthed every curse he knew before turning with his most heated glare set on the other person. Duke grinned at him.
“Well, if it ain’t King Dumbass. Didn’t your messenger give you my message?” Joey growled.
Duke chuckled. He ignored the glaring and insults.
“That was quite rude of you, Wheeler, to go running off right after I proposed. One would think you didn’t want to marry me,” Duke said with a mock pout.
Joey snorted.
“You’re an even bigger dumbass than I pegged you for. I told your messenger and now I’m telling you…Hell no.”
Duke opened his mouth to speak but a third voice interrupted them.
“What brings you here, Duke?”
Seto stood a few feet back behind Joey. The blonde didn’t turn to look at him, but kept his gaze on Duke. The dark-haired King looked like he was contemplating something before a big grin appeared on his face.
“Hello, Seto. How are the King’s dragons doing? Still mourning the loss of their baby?” Duke asked.
Seto’s gaze narrowed but a small, sly smirk appeared on his face. He took a few steps forward.
“The dragons are doing wonderful, especially now that Joey here found Stowaway and returned him to the Kingdom,” Seto said.
Duke’s eyebrows shot up. “You named a baby dragon Stowaway?”
Joey rolled his eyes with a sigh. What was it with these guys and the name Stowaway? It was what the dragon had been and his sister had given the name to him. Seto chuckled in response to Duke’s comment.
“You still haven’t answered my question, Duke. Why are you here?” Seto asked.
“Well, if you must know, I’m here to retrieve my bride,” Duke answered.
Because Joey’s back was to him, Seto didn’t see the burning glare of death Joey was shooting Duke. However, he did notice Duke’s smirk was directed at Joey and Joey’s back was tensing. Joey startled when Seto slid up behind him with an arm wrapped loosely around his waist.
“Bold words to be saying to an injured man. One would think you have a death wish, Duke,” Seto commented.
Seto hid his face into Joey’s shoulder, careful not to press too firmly against the whip marks.
“Play along, puppy, and he’ll go away quicker,” Seto whispered to him.
Joey wasn’t sure what to make of this new move. However, he noticed Duke glaring at the arms around him. So he leaned back into the arms with a small sigh.
“Duke wants me to be his…intended,” Joey growled, unable to say the Q word without throwing up his breakfast.
Seto chuckled. “You can’t have him, Duke. Joey wears the Kingdom’s crest. He’s one of our people now.”
Duke turned his lethal glare from Seto to Joey. He didn’t know if Joey knew the significance of him wearing the crest, but he certainly did.
“You would choose…” Duke started.
“Another King over you? Yeah, imagine that,” Joey finished.
Duke wasn’t the only one surprised. He felt Seto’s arms tighten around him and his frown pressing into his shoulder.
“You see, you’re a royal dumbass who chases every skirt you can. You and I both know the real reason you chose me. Seto actually gives a damn about his people and cares for his dragons. Hell, he took care of mine, too. Why wouldn’t I choose him over you?”
Seto chuckled quietly against his back. Joey felt him press a kiss against the back of his neck. He felt his face heat up more than usual. Then it occurred to him what day it was. Oh, he was about to be shit up the creek without a paddle.
“I’m curious, Duke. I thought your people didn’t care for a man to be with another,” Seto said, hinting at him.
Duke chuckled.
“You’re mistaken, Seto. They accept these unions when the intended can bear an heir. Wheeler comes from a village where women and men can bear,” Duke said, smirking.
Joey barely held back a grimace. He could practically hear the gears running through Seto’s head.
“Is it true, pup?”
Joey shivered. The soft baritone combined with the reason he was starting to feel real warm did nothing to soothe the heat. He lowered his head to his chin.
“Yeah, it is. I hate the bastard. Having his kid will make it all the worse. Plus, I’ve heard stories. Dude ain’t that great in bed.”
Seto laughed as he lifted his head and brought Joey closer to him as he laid his head on the blonde’s shoulder. He could feel how warm the blonde was becoming since he first put his arms around him. He had heard of villages having such gifted people, but he had never suspected that the blonde puppy would be one of those people. Now he was even more determined to keep the younger man in his Kingdom.
“You can leave now, Devlin. Joey’s made his choice,” Seto told him.
Duke glared at the other King.
“Like it or not, Kaiba, Joey will be my Queen.”
One second Joey was in his arms and the next he was standing over a bleeding Duke. The younger King was on his back clutching his rapidly bleeding nose and softly cursing. Joey whipped around with a look to kill on his face. Seto instinctively took a step back with his hands raised up in a Don’t-hit-me fashion.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Joey growled angrily.
Seto just nodded his head.
“You ever call me…the Q word!…and I’ll feed what’s left of you to Shadow.”
Seto decided it was in his best interest to agree with whatever demands the blonde made. After all, he had protected his baby dragon. And he liked his face the way it was.

/……/

Joey whimpered and gripped the back of Seto’s head as the man’s mouth latched onto his nipple. After having the guards escort Duke off the Kingdom’s land, Joey’s body had quickly heated up again as he came down from his emotional high. He had latched onto the brunette; a few quick whispers in his ear left Seto with no choice but to tell Yami he wasn’t to be disturbed the rest of the day.
Seto had closed the drapes and lit some candles before taking his new lover to bed. He knew his people would be happy for him and even happier that his new lover was already bonded to the dragons. The fact that he could bear an heir was just icing on the cake.
Joey cried out as his two fingers struck his prostate. Seto had been forced to make a hard decision. He would have loved to have laid his new puppy down on his back, but his wounds were sure to reopen if he did. So a silent agreement had been made with Seto resting against the pillows and Joey perched on his lap.
Seto released the nipple with a pop and Joey took the opportunity to yank his head back. He crashed his mouth down on his and moaned into the brunette’s mouth as a third finger slid in. Seto nipped his bottom lip and slipped his tongue in when Joey opened his mouth. He knew he had to be easy with his lover; the tight heat wrapped around his fingers told him just how inexperienced the wounded male was.
Joey was trembling on his lap and, after breaking the kiss, begging prettily in his ear. Seto gently shushed him, assuring him he would give him what he wanted. He removed his fingers and grabbed Joey by the hips. He carefully guided him down until he was fully seated on his lap. Joey wrapped his arms around his neck and moaned softly in his ear.
Seto rubbed his lower back, mindful of the whip mark that crossed close to there.
“How you feeling, pup?” Seto whispered.
“Hmm. Feel good, Set.”
Joey shifted a little, causing Seto to let out a small grunt. He let out a louder moan when Joey lifted himself up a little and came back down. His hands shot back to his hips as the blonde started moving. After his brain defogged, Seto grasped his lover more firmly and started thrusting up on Joey’s down strokes.
Joey yelped when this movement caused the swollen member to strike his prostate. From there on, it was repeated hits against the sensitive gland. It became too much for Joey. He leaned his head on Seto’s shoulder and held on for the ride. A strong hand wrapped around his own erection and pumped it. Unable to stand it all, Joey came with a loud cry of his new lover’s name.
Joey came all over Seto’s hand and stomach. Seto groaned as the tight walls squeezed his member. He managed a couple of more thrusts before he stopped and groaned again as he came. Joey whimpered as his insides were flooded. The feeling was weird, but it cooled his heat so Joey figured he could get used to it.
Seto pressed a kiss to his sweaty cheek. He tried to lift Joey but the other male clamped down, causing Seto let out a small sound of surprise. Joey nuzzled his neck and ran his hands over his chest. Seto whimpered as he felt his member begin to harden inside his golden puppy.
“Looks like you got a problem, Seto,” Joey whispered in his ear, nipping the lobe.
Seto chuckled. He leaned Joey’s neck to the side and mouthed over his neck before sucking on a sizeable amount. Joey moaned as he brought his hands up to card through Seto’s brown tresses.
“It’s only a problem if you’re not here with me, puppy.”
Author’s Note: Oookay! Raise of hands. Who thought King Dumbass was Seto? Glad to see a lot of people are enjoying this story. And I still have several letters to go.
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