Your Cheating Heart | By : gaijinchan Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sometimes he wants hearts and flowers and romance. He wants to take his Other Self’s hand, the hand of the only person he’s ever truly loved in this world, and he wants to lay him down on their bed as he’s done so many times before, and cherish him all over. And then there are the other times, and that’s when he goes to Pegasus. He didn’t think much of the American after he defeated him on Duelist Kingdom. He was an opponent, and he was stopped; and destroying him didn’t turn out to be necessary, since Bakura stepped in and did his own, very good job of it. But then he came back, still spoiled and privileged as hell. And this time he doesn’t present any threat to Yuugi.
Okay, maybe he does. Maybe it occurs to Yami sometimes that his Aibou might not actually like it when he cuts out after dinner some evenings and says he won’t be back until morning. Maybe he’s aware that coming home smelling of American shampoo (and maybe a whiff of American lube into the bargain) isn’t exactly a good idea. But Yuugi never says anything, and there’s always the chance that he just doesn’t notice.
And the penthouse at the top of I2-Domino is always lit like a Christmas tree for his arrival. It’s always more than warm enough there (whereas Yuugi keeps the heat turned low at his apartment, the obligation of a starving student), and the snacks Pegasus has waiting are Egyptian, none of this Japanese crap Yami has to eat the rest of the time.
“Take it off.” Pegasus doesn’t get up from the big sofa, just throws the demand at Yami as soon as he sees him. “All of it,” he says, “the jeans, the t-shirt. – You can keep the leather on. I like you in bondage gear.”
Yami shrugs out of the shirt. He unzips pants that are already uncomfortably tight around his hardon. Clink-clink goes his belt as he drops the pants on the floor, and it’s the only sound except for the heating system, as he crosses the room, taking a condom out of the drawer where Pegasus keeps them.
“Put it on me.” Pegasus’ cock is long like the rest of him, thick, and fully erect, and American-red, instead of the goldish color that Yuugi’s is. Every time he sees it, Yami gets hungry. Just once he’d like to taste it uncovered. But he’d need to get tested again for that, and so would Pegasus. And maybe coming clean about all the other people they see, is a little too much commitment for either of them.
Anyway, sheathed or not, Pegasus’ cock still tastes good. And it fills a satisfaction deep down inside him, as Yami takes it all in and lets the American mouth-fuck him a little. He lets out a groan.
“Quiet.” Pegasus’ voice is stern, but his hand in Yami’s hair is gentle, and it feels too soon when he lets go. “Bend over the sofa,” Pegasus says.
Yami hurries to obey. He’s thinking about that hard, American cock, about the way it fills him, and about the slow, unhurried rhythm, that hits his prostate just right, that only Pegasus seems to be able to manage.
After a while, the heater cuts off, and the only sound in the room is Pegasus’ flesh slapping against his. Yami holds back his moans like he holds back from touching himself, because that’s the way it is when Pegasus fucks him. He fights to contain his own response until his lover goes dead-still, and he feels the hot sensation of his cream filling him.
“Now, turn around.” This is part of their drill too, Yami turning, resting his well-used ass on the plush of the sofa while Pegasus deep-throats him and he comes hard in a matter of seconds. He doesn’t have a clue how the American keeps the sofa clean in between uses, but he doesn’t have to; that’s one of the perks about dating a billionaire.
And then it’s time for the snacks. It’s time for a shower, maybe a couple more go-rounds on the big bed Pegasus keeps covered in red satin sheets just for his visits. “They remind me of your beautiful eyes,” he always says, very tender now that they’ve got the ritual over with.
“I miss you when you’re not here,” Pegasus murmurs. “Couldn’t you think about moving into the penthouse? – I wouldn’t ask you to be faithful. You could even bring people here while I was gone.”
Yami shakes his head. “I couldn’t do that to Yuugi. He doesn’t know about you, Pegasus.”
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