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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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W is for Wanted
“THEN TAKE THIS PAPER AND SEARCH THE CLASSIFIEDS!”
The paper had sat on his desk burning a hole into him all morning. Mokuba had spent that morning at the breakfast table trying to convince his brother to go on a date. Seto had shot down all of his ideas; letting him set him up on a blind date, online dating, and attending a singles event. Finally, a fed-up Mokuba slapped the newspaper into his chest and stormed out of the dining room.
Seto tapped his pen on his desk before sighing and reaching over for the paper. He skipped through the articles and pulled out the classifieds. His gaze immediately bypassed anything having to do with the opposite sex; he was gay and nothing was going to change that. It was on the last page in the bottom left corner that an ad caught his attention.
21-M Puppy seeking M
A natural state, I’m sought by all.
Go without me, and you shall fall.
You do me when you spend,
And use me when you eat to no end.
What am I?
The first part of the message was easy. The writer was 21 years old (only a year younger than him) and a male, which meant said male was gay because he was looking for a guy. Puppy, Seto figured, must be a sort of nickname. The riddle was obviously meant to be a challenge, a different way of catching someone’s attention.
Seto read over the riddle again. It took him only a minute to smirk. He turned to his computer and pulled up the website for the local paper.

/……/

Wr-o-o-of. Joey chuckled as he turned away from the toaster as a big, old bloodhound lumbered into the room. Sealed in plastic wrap and clutched in the dog’s mouth was a thick newspaper. Joey held out his hand underneath the dog’s mouth and the bloodhound dropped it. Joey reached up to scratch at the back of his ears.
“Good boy, Humphrey. Go lay down, boy. I’ll give you some bacon later,” Joey told him.
Seemingly pleased to hear this, Humphrey turned around and trudged out of the small kitchen. Joey turned to lean against the counter as he pulled the paper out. He thumbed through the different sections until he reached the classifieds. The blonde man flipped through the classifieds. He had only put his ad in the paper yesterday so he wasn’t very hopeful for today. He was shocked to find a reply on the last page in the same spot his ad had been.
Balance, Puppy.
What is he that builds stronger than either
the mason, the shipwright, or the
carpenter? ~Dragon
Joey laughed when he read the reply. The answer was right, but it was the responding riddle that made him laugh.
“A Shakespeare fan, huh? Okay, ‘Dragon.’ I’ll play that game.”

/……/

Seto would never admit to being anxious about the newspaper. He thought he was pretty calm when he whipped through the paper to the last page of the Classifieds. He was pleased to see a response to his response.
Smart Dragon.
The gravedigger, for his houses
Will last forever.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Seto let out a small chuckle. So the puppy knew Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe. Puppy was a smart, young pup. He already knew the answer to Puppy’s riddle. He just needed to figure out what riddle he could use to try and stump the Pup.
Suddenly, Seto recalled a riddle his brother had shared with him just the other day. He flipped through the papers on his desk before landing on the one he was looking for. Yes, this would certainly be a good one.

/……/

Joey sat on the kitchen, scratching Humphrey’s head and pondering over the newest riddle. Considering Dragon had given him a Shakespeare riddle, he hadn’t been surprised the man had known the answer to his Poe riddle. But now Dragon had given him a toughie and the incentive was too great for him to not try hard.
Poe wrote on both.
What has 5 (sometimes 4)
Hands but is normal?
Right answer, earn a reward.
~Dragon to Pup
He thought maybe it could be an animal like a lizard with maybe the tail being considered a hand. Except that didn’t sound right in his head. Those thoughts made him think of a starfish, because it did have 5 parts with one sometimes being taken off. Joey shook that thought away, though, when he remembered that a starfish had 5 arms.

Joey looked down at his watch and saw that he had missed lunch by a few hours. Joey’s hand froze atop the hound’s head. He sat straight up on the couch.
He had two hands. His watch had two hands, the hour and minute. That made 4, but Joey recalled that Tristan had a watch that had a second hand on it, making the total a possible 5.
Realizing he didn’t have a new riddle for his Dragon, Joey mumbled a few swear words. He didn’t want to ask Yugi for help so he settled back into the couch to think of a new riddle.

/……/
“A horse is tied to a 15 foot rope and there is a bale of hay 25 feet from him. Yet the horse is able to eat from the bale of hay. How?” Growl. “How?”
He had a paper with his math written all over it. He had spent longer than was necessary trying to figure out the riddle Puppy had given him. The riddle had burned itself into his memory. He had worked on it through his lunch break, but unfortunately had been unable to come to a conclusion. Now he was dwelling on it.
Seto closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He pictured a horse, maybe a Clydesdale, tied to a fifteen foot rope. Twenty-five feet from this horse was a bale of hay. As he imagined it, the answer came to him. The horse was tied to a rope. The riddle didn’t say anything about the rope being tied to anything.
Seto chuckled. Puppy seemed to have a clever mind. Seto wondered briefly if it was someone he knew. There weren’t many who could challenge him mentally.

/……/

Good job, Pup.
Rope isn’t tied.
Reward: 22-brunette.
What work can one
Never finish?
Joey had enjoyed his newest riddle, but that had been four days ago. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Of course, that might have been because he was sicker than a dog. Yugi had just left from bringing him soup and taking Humphrey out for a walk. He had thought of asking Yugi about the riddle, but Joey felt like that would be cheating.
He was happy to know more about Dragon. Dragon was a year older than him with brown hair. That suited him fine; redheads scared him and other blondes could be real stupid. Obviously, though, Dragon was no moron.
Joey groaned as he felt another wave of nausea. There was no way he was going to get this next riddle. Humphrey shifted on the bed so he could lay his heavy head on Joey’s lap. Joey patted his head while laying his head back to get some more rest.

/……/

It was six days later and he finally saw a response from Puppy. But it wasn’t what he had been expecting.
Accept defeat, Dragon.
Clogged head, clogged thoughts.
Special: Add 224 at Milky Way.
Day by Day riddles.
He had figured out Puppy’s message after dissecting it apart. Accepting defeat meant he had given Puppy a riddle he couldn’t answer. Milky Way was the galaxy that contained their Solar System and it was a chocolate bar. It was also a program used by Domino High alumni to keep in touch. Like a lot of people, Seto had an account but none of his information was given out or a picture included. Instead of a picture, the image was a quote he liked.
Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. ~~George Bernard Shaw
Seto signed on to his account as Dragon03; the three being his three Blue Eyes. He brought the Search engine up and typed in Puppy224. He clicked Search and sat back to wait. Seto was a little nervous, but this would make things easier to communicate with Puppy. Truthfully, he was a little uneasy that Puppy attended the same school as him and probably knew the real him. This was starting to remind him of an old movie, but he couldn’t remember what it was called or what all entailed in the movie.
Bing. Seto looked up and saw that his Search had rendered only one member. He clicked on it and perused the profile. He was able to find out a lot of information about Puppy. He graduated the same time as Seto, his interests were Art and chess, and his profile image was a rendering of an original dragon.
Glancing down at the right side of the screen, he noticed that Puppy224 was currently online. He tapped at the marker, opened a window and typed.
On the other side of town, Joey was uploading some scanned images of his newest artwork when a new window popped up. It was an instant message from Dragon03. He smiled.
Dragon03: Clogged head, clogged thoughts, Pup?
Joey looked at his scans, ensuring they were still loading, before typing a response.
Puppy224: Stomach flu, combined with bronchitis. Nausea’s gone, but doctor has me under strict orders. No talking.
He hit Send. His scans finished and he started sorting them around in his folders. Dragon’s response popped up a moment later.
Dragon03: Poor suffering puppy.
Puppy224: I haven’t been too bad. My best friend brought me soup and took care of Humphrey.
Dragon03: Humphrey?
Puppy224: My pet bloodhound. He’s really a big sweetheart.
Dragon03: I bet he is. What are you doing today?
Puppy224: Working on my newest project. Thinking of using pastels for the coloring.
Dragon03: You’re an artist. I took a look at some work you just uploaded. It’s nice.
Puppy224: *blush* Thanks.

/……/

It was six months ago today that Puppy and Dragon had started talking through the newspaper. They chatted through IM on an almost daily basis; the days they didn’t IM, they sent each other private messages. Joey had been surprised with what Dragon had said during their IM chat yesterday.
Dragon03: Let’s meet. Tomorrow.
Puppy224: Uh…are you sure?
Dragon03: I wouldn’t have said it if I hadn’t meant it. We can meet for dinner or something. I think we’ve gotten to know each other well enough to meet in person.
Joey had agreed. Sadly, he had had a meeting set-up late in the afternoon. He promised Dragon he would meet him afterwards, though. The plan was to meet in the park, in a specific area. Since they hadn’t meant before, they agreed on things that would tell them who to look out for.
That was how Joey found himself jogging into the park just after six-ten. He came across a hot dog stand with a familiar.
“Hey-o, Frank!” Joey smiled.
The middle-aged man looked up and chuckled when he saw Joey.
“Hey, Wheeler! Heard about the thing on Friday. I’m getting an invite, right?”
Joey laughed.
“Can I get a dog with the works when I bring the invite?”
Frank laughed and agreed on the trade.
“Thanks, old man. Hey, I’m looking for someone. I’m a little late and I’m hoping he hasn’t left,” Joey said.
“I’ve seen a few guys come through here. Can you describe him?” Frank asked.
“Tall, brown hair, probably asking about a puppy, and wearing the ugliest orange tie you ever seen,” Joey answered.
Frank gave him an incredulous look.
“Son, if I saw one of them walking around, I woulda told ya the minute you showed up. Sorry, Wheeler. Ain’t seen him.”
Joey thanked Frank before the man packed up his cart and moved on. Joey was a little surprised he had arrived first, but he figured Dragon may have got caught in traffic. Joey walked over and sat on a bench where he would be able to spot Dragon easily, no matter what direction he came from. He tilted back the fedora that was sitting perched on his head. It wasn’t usually his cup of tea, but he had offered it up to dragon as a trade for the ugly orange tie.
The blonde male glanced at his watch. Okay, so it was 6:30. No biggie. Guy was probably having trouble parking his car or was on his way through the park now. And those clouds didn’t look ominous. Not at all.

/……/

It was eleven o’clock and it was downright pouring. The park was empty for all except one lone figure slumped over on a bench. Joey sat there with his head down. His stomach was cramping horribly from hunger and it was hard to tell where the rain stopped and the tears began.
Joey had obviously been stood up. It was all a joke or he wasn’t worth Dragon’s time. Joey threw himself to his feet and kept his head down as he trudged back to his apartment. By the time he reached the apartment, Joey was soaked to the bone and his eyes were bright pink from crying.
After Joey slipped into his apartment and locked the door, Humphrey lifted his head from the couch. He could sense all was not well with his human. Humphrey lumbered off the couch and over to his owner. As soon as Humphrey whimpered and nudged against him, Joey broke down into a fresh set of tears. He slumped down to his knees and threw his arms around the old bloodhound, burying his face into the dark-colored fur.
Joey sobbed his heart out. His heart hurt so much. He hadn’t had much luck dating in high school because of his reputation and his asshole of a father. He had an even harder time right now because of devoting all his time to his artwork and it was not easy to find a nice guy.
I guess I was wrong about Dragon, Joey told himself.
Joey cried until there was nothing left to cry out. He felt comforted just by holding Humphrey. Using that dog as a crutch, Joey stumbled to his feet. The dog guided him back to the bedroom where Joey brought up his Milky Way account on his desktop. There was no IM or private message from Dragon.
“Fine, ya bastard. I don’t need anyone. I got my friends and Humphrey. I don’t need another jerk in my life.”

/……/

He paced back and forth. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons at the top were undone. His tie was untied and hanging loosely around his neck. The doctor came out and Seto turned worried eyes to him. The doctor smiled at him.
“The surgery went well and your brother is resting comfortably. He should be good to go home in a few days. You can go in and see him now.”
Seto thanked the doctor before going to join his brother. Mokuba was partially propped up and his eyes were half-open. Seto smiled as he came over and hugged him.
“Hey. How are you doing?” he asked, speaking in a quiet voice.
Mokuba cracked a smile at him.
“ ‘m a little tired,” he admitted.
Seto let out a small chuckle.
“You were in surgery for quite a while. I’m not surprised you’re tired. The doctor says everything ran smooth. You can come home in a few days,” Seto told him.
Mokuba chuckled.
“That’s nice. But I have a question,” Mokuba confessed.
Seto frowned.
“What’s that, Mokie?”
“How many people did you fire today?”
Seto’s frown deepened.
“I didn’t fire anyone. Why do you ask?”
Mokuba reached up and pulled gently on the tie hanging loose around his neck.
“This is the ugliest tie in your closet. And you only wear it when you go on a firing rampage,” Mokuba explained.
Seto chuckled with a smirk.
“That’s because with this tie, I have their full attention when I’m doing the firing. No, Mokie. I’m wearing this tie because…”
Mokuba looked up at his brother when his brother’s voice trailed off.
“Big brother? What’s wrong?”
It suddenly came at him like a freight train. When his brother had collapsed at home, Seto hadn’t given his date a second thought. Not even during the hours he had been in the waiting room. All Seto could think was Oh Shit.

/……/

Seto sighed as he stared down at his phone. He had tried reaching Puppy through the Milky Way and the newspaper, but to no avail. The rare moment he had caught Puppy online the other day had yielded no response on the Chat. He had made a huge mistake. Yes, his priorities had been in the right place, but he should have sent a message when Mokuba had been in surgery. Not hours after he had missed their date.
And now he had probably ruined his chances with someone who knew him better than his own brother. They had shared many things about each other over Chat and private message; Puppy was the only one he had ever talked to about his parents. He wasn’t even comfortable talking about his parents with his own brother.
Seto began thinking of ways he could get Puppy to talk to him when Mokuba slowly came into the room. Seto put his phone away and stood up. Mokuba limped over to him while walking with a cane. He held out something in his hand. Seto took it from him and flipped it over to reveal a ticket to an Art Show.
“What’s this?” Seto asked, although the ticket was obvious.
“Yugi gave it to me a few weeks ago. It’s for an Art Show tonight featuring some new local artists. I promised I would go, but the doctor wants me on bed rest. I was thinking you could go instead,” Mokuba suggested.
Seto shook his head and held it back out to him.
“I’m really not in the mood to go out tonight,” Seto told him.
Mokuba refused to take the ticket away.
“Big brother, I don’t know why, but you’ve been a lot happier the last few months. And now you’re really sad. I don’t know if it’s something I did or said, but I want you to go out and have a good time.”
Well, now he felt even worse. Seto sighed.
“Okay, Mokuba. Let’s get you home and then I’ll go out.”
Mokuba smiled. He hoped the Art Show would cheer up his brother. He knew Seto had a great appreciation for Art and would hopefully enjoy the show.
A couple of hours later, Seto found himself walking through the University’s Art Gallery. There were quite a few people milling around and admiring the art adorning the walls. Seto was looking over an oddly abstract painting when he felt a shove at his knee. He looked down and was surprised to see a dog. A bloodhound, to be more precise.
The dog appeared to be very friendly as he nudged against Seto until the man dropped a hand on his head. He gently scratched the dog behind the ear. The dog’s tongue hung out as he lapped at all the attention. Seto’s hand slid down to his collar where his tags hung. Seto just barely suppressed a gasp when he read the tag.
Humphrey. Puppy owned a bloodhound named Humphrey. Puppy was an Artist and owned a bloodhound named Humphrey. This had to mean Puppy was one of the featured Artists at the Show.
“There you are, Humphrey.”
Seto lifted his head to see his former rival striding up to him.
Oh, please God no. Don’t tell me I’ve been talking to Yugi this whole time. Anyone but him or Yami, Seto thought.
Yugi smiled at Seto.
“Hi, Kaiba. I see you found Humphrey,” Yugi chuckled. “Or Humphrey found you.”
“Hello, Yugi.”
Kaiba Corp did a lot of business with Yugi’s grandfather so Seto “played” nice now with him and Yami. The bloodhound nudged against Seto’s hand, causing him to start petting the dog again. Yugi chuckled.
“Humphrey loves his attention. How’s Mokuba doing?” Yugi asked.
Naturally, Mokuba would have told Yugi what had happened.
“He’s doing okay. He’s resting at home. He asked me to come in his absence,” Seto explained.
“Good. Tell him we wish him a speedy recovery. Have you gotten a chance to see Joey’s work?”
It took a moment for Yugi’s question to register in his head.
“I’m…sorry?” Seto said, confused.
Yugi smiled with a shrug.
“That’s why Humphrey’s here. Joey doesn’t like leaving him at the apartment during Art Shows. The University is nice enough to let Joey bring Humphrey when he works here in the studio,” Yugi explained.
Seto felt a huge wave of relief wash over him. Yugi was not Puppy; Joey was. Yugi broke him out of his thoughts by asking if he wanted to see Joey’s work. He led both Seto and Humphrey into the next part of the gallery. As soon as Seto’s gaze landed on the art, he knew that it was true; his Puppy was his former rival.
The artwork reminded him of the samples on Milky Way. Joey was a truly talented artist. One of his pieces was a close-up, black and white image of Humphrey’s eyes. The eye was colored in a brilliant brown. Reflected in the eye were images of things the dog saw; a person reading on a park bench, another sniffing at a fire hydrant, etc.
“Where is Wheeler?” Seto asked, trying to appear indifferent to where the blonde was.
Yugi smiled sadly.
“He had to step out to take some medicine. Apparently, he got caught out in the rain a few days ago. I asked him about it, but he wouldn’t tell me much more.” Yugi pointed. “That piece over there actually was inspired by it.”
Seto followed Yugi’s finger to a medium-sized painting. A few people were standing around it as he approached. As he came up behind them, they moved on, allowing him to see the art. He was astonished by what he saw.
Unlike Humphrey’s eye, this particular painting was all colored in dark shades. An old Golden Retriever was curled up under a park bench. The skies above were dark with thunder clouds, lightning lit up part of the sky overhead of the Golden. The park bench was old and missing many boards, which meant it did very little to shield the dog. The dog was soaked down to the bone. Its head lay sadly on its paws with a wet, ruined fedora clutched in its teeth. Upon closer look at some nearly concealed trash on the ground, Seto found an old, broken watch; the time was stuck at 6:00.
Oh, you have messed up big time, Seto said to himself.
He had to figure out how to fix this giant pile of mess he had made; whether it had been intentional or not.

/……/

Joey smiled and waved goodbye to his professor. He turned around with a frown on his face. Before leaving, Yugi had told him Humphrey had found a new friend, but he couldn’t seem to spot the big bloodhound. The only people left in the Gallery were the other artists.
Joey whistled and called for Humphrey. To his surprise, the bloodhound didn’t immediately come to him. He walked around, looking for the long-eared canine. When he came around the corner where his art was, he finally spotted his companion. He was sitting leaning his head against the leg of a brunette who stood with his back to Joey.
This must be Humphrey’s new friend, Joey thought.
As he approached, Joey noticed the man was staring at his newest work which he had titled Puppy. It was a depressing piece, but it had made him feel better after Dragon had ditched him. When he was within a few feet of the two, the brunette patted the dog on the side of the head. As if following an order, Humphrey stood up and walked out through the other opening.
Joey mumbled a curse and ran to catch him.
“Humphrey, it’s time to go h-O!”
Without warning, the brunette snagged his arm and pushed him up against the wall beside his painting. He found his one arm twisted behind his back. He tried to kick out as the taller body pinned his body to the wall.
“Let go of me, ya bastard,” Joey growled, trying to push off the wall with the hand trapped between the wall and his chest.
“That’s not very nice, Wheeler,” a familiar voice murmured in his ear.
It took him a minute to realize who the familiar voice belonged to. It took another minute for his mouth to form the words.
“K-Kaiba? What the Hell? Get off me!” Joey snarled.
“Hmm. I think not. You see, you and I need to have a little chat, Pup.”
Joey let loose a whole string of curses. He tried again to jerk Kaiba off him, but the CEO’s hold was strong. He let out a sound of frustration.
“Don’t call me that.”
Seto shouldn’t have been surprised that particular nickname evoked such a reaction from the blonde. Seto leaned into him and nearly touched his lips to the artist’s ear.
“You didn’t have a problem with me calling you that online. Why not in person, Puppy?”
He felt Joey suddenly stiffen. Looking down, he noticed the pup’s hand tighten into a fist. All the sudden, Joey surprised him with his reaction. He let out a loud sniffle and leaned his forehead against the walls.
“Pup?”
“Gods. Just leave me alone.”
Joey flinched when a forehead was laid down between his shoulder blades. The arm behind his back was untwisted and curved around his stomach. The body behind him pressed against him while an arm wound around his to hold his middle. The hand attached to the arm gently rubbed his stomach. If anyone were to pass by, they would easily mistake the two for lovers.
Joey clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut. The hug was comforting, but he didn’t want comfort. Not from Kaiba. Not from Dragon.
“You left me waitin’ for something that nevah came. I waited for hours and I got sick again because of ya.”
Seto knew he couldn’t say sorry enough times.
“Joey, did you read the message I sent you? The reason I missed our date?” Seto whispered.
Joey shook his head as best as he could.
“No. I was mad at ya. Still am.”
Letting out an inaudible sigh, Seto fished his cell phone out of his pocket. He accessed his Milky Way account and went straight to the messages. He found what he was looking for and reached around to tap Joey on the cheek. Seto eased back so Joey could push a little way from the wall. Joey turned so his side was pressed to the wall and he could take the cell phone in hand.
Seto kept running his hand soothingly over the blonde’s stomach while the other came around Joey’s neck to comb through his hair. He watched Joey as the other male read through the message. Slowly, the realization came to him. His eyes scanned over the message. Unknown to Joey, Seto had asked Yugi earlier in the evening if he had told the taller blonde about Mokuba; he hadn’t.
Joey bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he handed the phone back. Kaiba’s reason for missing their date was more than good. He had apologized several times during the message and promised to make it up to him. He felt the brunette rest his chin on his shoulder and lean his forehead against the side of his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but Kaiba beat him to it.
“I don’t want to hear you apologize. You have nothing to be sorry about. You have every right to be mad at me. I wish you were mad at me.”
Joey couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. He let out a small sigh as Seto leaned his head back and then down. He slotted his head into the crook of Joey’s neck. The steady stream of air blown over his skin made him shiver.
“I always knew you liked having me mad at you.” Snort. “Crazy CEO.”
Seto chuckled. The blonde hadn’t even noticed his hand was rubbing circles a little lower across his stomach.
“I don’t recall ever claiming to be sane, Puppy,” he told him.
They lapsed into silence for a few minutes. Seto was surprised how nice it felt to have the hard body in his arms. Joey fit in his arms like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly in its place, in his arms. For the first time in a long time, Joey felt at peace; the arms were wrapped securely around him like a heater blanket.
If asked later who made the first move, both men would declare it was them, not the other. Either way, they found themselves with Seto flush up against Joey’s front, pressing him up against the wall. One hand was cupping Joey’s cheek while the other grasped his hip. His mouth covered the blonde’s with his tongue mapping out the inside.
Joey’s head was tilted back to accommodate the slight height difference. His hands grasped Seto’s biceps and his legs were spread so the brunette fit perfectly against him. Joey squeezed the arms under his grip and groaned into Seto’s mouth. Seto ran his tongue over the roof of Joey’s mouth while sliding his hand back up into sinfully soft hair. Joey felt his legs turn to jelly, but Seto helped keep him from slumping to the floor.

/……/

That night found the new lovers up in the private studio Joey used. They lay on a low-to-the-ground bed with a light sheet splattered in paint covering them. Joey nibbled at Seto’s throat while Seto’s hands roamed over his body. They shifted and Joey threw his head back with a gasp. Seto’s mouth covered the mark on Joey’s neck he made earlier and he sucked on it, making it darker than before. Joey’s fingers dug into Seto’s back, but it did nothing to deter the CEO.
Seto ground down on his lover. He enjoyed every sound he was pulling from the blonde. He thrust their members together, startling a whimper out of the blonde. He could feel both their boxers starting to get tight. Moving down, Seto sucked a nipple into his mouth while lowering his boxers. Joey’s hands slid up into his hair as he whimpered and whined. Joey could feel his lover’s naked member rub up against his thigh. It set his nerves on fire with all the heat attacking different parts of his body all at once.
“S-S-Se-Set.”
Seto smirked around the wet pebble in his mouth. He released it and slid back up to kiss him. Joey held onto him like the whimpering puppy he knew he was.
“Shh. I’ll give it to you, Puppy,” Seto whispered, sliding his hands up the inside of his boxers.
Joey shivered as light fingertips skimmed over his inner thighs, completely bypassing where he really wanted them. He didn’t resist when he felt a tugging on his boxers. He lifted up and they were slid down and off his body. Two strong hands spread his legs further apart and a pair of thumbs rubbed over his balls.
“Fuck. Dragon, please,” Joey whined.
That was all the incentive Seto needed. He slid down the sensuous body beneath him and pushed his legs up. Joey yelped when he felt something wet at his entrance. He pulled his legs up to his chest with shaky hands as pleasure racked his body. The long, wet tongue laved over his entrance, occasionally pushing a little against it.
Joey loosened up and he was able to stroke his tongue into his core. Seto pressed in as far as he could. He stroked in and out, further wetting the open muscle. He hooked his thumbs in so he was able to pull the entrance open even more. His tongue was able to go even deeper, causing Joey to babble even more. He could sense Joey was close and he didn’t want that to happen just yet.
Joey released a disappointed groan but gasped when he felt something much larger than a tongue press at his entrance.
“Ready, Puppy?” Seto whispered.
All Joey could do was nod. He felt the member run over his entrance, trying to get him used to the feeling. Joey groaned when he felt the head press into him. He breathed in and out carefully while relaxing his muscles. The member slipped in slowly, inch by inch, until Seto was flush up against his thighs. Joey wrapped his legs around his waist, further pushing him in.
He could feel the blonde trembling. Seto ran his hands up and down all over his body, trying to soothe the pain he knew was there.
“I’m g-good. Move, S-Seto.”
Seto groaned. It felt so good hearing his name – his first name – tumbling from the blonde’s lips. It was hard (in more ways than way), but Seto was able to pull back and push back in. Joey shook with a moan. They kept it slow and even with Seto occasionally striking the blonde’s prostate. When he did that, Joey would call him Dragon and grip him tighter.
Feeling his release sneaking up on him, Seto reached a hand down to grasp the weeping member between them. Joey shook harder than before and choked back a sob as the hand expertly stroked his length. It got worse when Seto leaned down, trapping the member between them, to whisper in his ear.
“Words cannot describe how good you look right now, Puppy. How you feel.” Groan. “Squeezing so tight around me. I make you feel good, don’t I, pup? Stretch you open as I go. All. In.”
Oh holy fuck! Who knew the clean-cut CEO had such a mouth on him? That combined with the hand stroking and squeezing his member was quickly bringing him to the edge.
“How does it feel to know I can bring you such pleasure, hmm? You’re practically vibrating in my hand, squeezing me so tight. Hmm. I’m going to fill you so good, Pup. Will you let me? Let me fill you so much you’ll taste it?”
Joey jerked in his arms and came with a loud cry. It made Seto grateful that the only one that would have heard it was Humphrey sleeping downstairs. The walls closed over his throbbing cock. He had to hold his breath to keep from coming right then. He managed somehow to continue pushing into the hot warmth while placing messy licks and kisses all over his lover’s neck.
“Want to fill you, Puppy. My Pup. No one else’s. Will you let me?” Groan. “Let me fill you up. Mark you as mine. Flood your insides and make you hot and wet. Or should I pull out and spill all over you? Turn my puppy artist into my own art.”
At this point, Joey didn’t care what the Hell he did. He just couldn’t take much more as his prostate was continually abused.
“Yes. Please Gods, Dragon. Fill me. Fill me up good.”
That was all Seto needed. He pushed hard up into his puppy and released. His cum flooded deep inside as he canted his hips forward, emptying himself into the blonde. After finishing, Seto rolled and pulled Joey up onto his chest. Joey whimpered as the soft member came free. He could feel cum trickling down his thigh. Seto’s fingers slid through his sweaty hair as he placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Don’t worry, Puppy. I’ll clean us up once I catch my breath,” Seto told him.
Joey chuckled as his head was pillowed on the heaving chest.
“You’re such an old man, Dragon,” Joey teased.
Seto retaliated by grabbing a globe and squeezing. Joey let out a small sound mixed of surprise and pain.
“Don’t think I won’t bend you over my knee, Pup,” Seto warned, although the heat wasn’t there in his voice.
Joey only chuckled before hugging Seto and drifting off to sleep. Seto smoothed a hand down the blonde’s back then back up it. He turned his head when he heard the door creak open. Humphrey lumbered into the room. He quietly closed the door with his big head before trudging over to the bed. Humphrey laid his head down on the bed and looked up at Seto with his big, sad eyes.
Seto brought a hand up to his face. Those puppy eyes reminded him of Mokuba; a pair of eyes he could never say no to. He dropped his hand down to pat the bed. Humphrey opened his mouth in what looked like a big smile. The canine placed his paws on the bed and lifted himself up. Once on the bed, the bloodhound laid down facing away from the lovers but his heavy head resting on Seto’s free arm.
The CEO was completely pinned by both puppies. Odd as it sounded, it was nice to be wanted. Or at least, that’s what he would remind himself later when his arm went to sleep under the canine’s weight.
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