#'perfect' pitstop between San Francisco and Las Vegas

[alectoperdita]

Winner Takes All

rated: E tags: established relationship, married couple, anal fingering, anal sex, bottom Kaiba Seto

Written for @joukaiweek day 3 prompt: winner takes all

Turns out that sometimes what you need to do is throw out the two hours of location research you tried to do and just write the loving married smut you wanted to. Maybe I'll go back and write the proceeding horse racing bits before posting to AO3. Or maybe I won't. So feel free to use your imagination re: Kaiba and Pegasus's frienemies relationship.

I consider this to be in the same universe as The Best Laid Plan. Mood for this piece? Slice of life when you're married to a high-powered tech CEO.

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The journey to Las Vegas was long but uneventful. Seto dozed off in the passenger's seat about an hour in, and Katsuya left him alone. It was only fair when he had done the same this morning: slept through the first leg of their journey from San Francisco to LA while Seto drove. No doubt a day of interacting with Pegasus wore him out on top of that.

Katsuya made good time, though, letting his road trip playlist and the GPS guide him through long stretches of desert highway and finally the congested motorways snaking into the heart of the Strip. They even made their specified late check-in time with the hotel.

Seto was slow to rouse through the check-in process, requiring Katsuya to purposefully nudge him at several points because the arrangements were made under his name. Cute, even if it was a bit inconvenient. But through diligent study, Katsuya's English had improved tremendously over the last few years, which came in handy when he accompanied his husband on these trips. And he was able to lock down the details on both of their behalf.

He suspected the other man was already fully awake by the time they boarded the elevator to their top-floor suite. Instead of calling his husband on his ruse, though, he simply petted the head pillowed against him as they ascended. Clinging tighter to his waist, Seto made a faint but happy noise. With the elevator to themselves, Katsuya pressed a kiss to his husband's temple.

When the doors opened to their floor, Seto peeled away without prompting. Katsuya felt bereft, but he knew it'd only be for a brief moment. Until they traversed the hallway and were safely behind the closed door of their hotel room.

Seto waited for him to set their roller luggage aside, but not a second longer. His husband crowded him against a wall and seized him in a heated embrace and an even more fiery kiss. Katsuya slumped against the wall at his back, ceding control as Seto deepened the kiss into an open-mouthed one. There were no words to describe the joy and comfort of being crushed against his husband. To feel his strong hands and slender fingers explore his body and inflame his senses.

Seto broke the kiss first. "Finally, we're alone."

Katsuya chuckled and brushed a few bangs out of Seto's eyes. He couldn't resist pecking the tip of his husband's nose. Seto wrinkled it adorably, as Katsuya knew he would.

"Better enjoy it," he quipped. "Because in another two days—"

Seto's groan cut him off. "Yes, CES starts. I won't even have a moment to shit in peace then."

Laughter bubbled out of Katsuya. He never figured out if his own speech pattern had rubbed off on his husband or if Seto always possessed that crudeness, but hid it perfectly. He took Seto's hand, noting a light tremor before he stabilized, and led them to the couch. Seto didn't protest as he pulled him down, immediately winding his arms around Katsuya's neck and burying his face there. He further melted as Katsuya began rubbing that persistently troublesome spot at the top of his spine. There was, unsurprisingly, a knot there.

While he worked on the knot, he glanced around their suite. They were in the outer room meant for working or receiving visitors, furnished with sitting furniture and desks. The view outside the window was grandiose. It framed a large swath of the illuminated Strip. Through the open door on the other side of the room, he spotted the bedroom. It was likely only smaller than the current room by a small margin.

Everything was suitably high end. There was a certain quality of life expected of someone in Seto's position. Over the years, Katsuya had learned not to feel too guilty about it and to enjoy the ride when appropriate.

A flirty kiss against his throat tore him from his thoughts. He peered down and found his husband watching him with dark, half-lidded eyes.

"Thank you for coming with me. I know this isn't always the most riveting experience for you, but it means the world—"

Katsuya silenced him with a kiss in return. "I'm happy to go wherever, as long as it's with you."

Seto smirked. "Be careful what you say. I might test you against such a claim."

Katsuya swept his hand down the length of his husband's spine to brace his lower back. Next, he took hold of Seto's hip and pulled him entirely into his lap. Seto complied, but with a hint of a struggle because he could be a brat sometimes. Once he had him where he wanted, though, Katsuya burrowed his nose into his husband's hair and simply breathed.

"Nah, you could make spending time in even those horse paddocks fun."

A light slap landed across his shoulder. "Pervert."

"Hey hey now," Katsuya protested. "I didn't mean it like that. You're the one with his mind in the gutter."

Seto yanked his head back and arched a sardonic eyebrow at him. "Really? So you didn't have a single dirty thought at the track earlier?"

Katsuya flicked his eye toward the ceiling and noticed the chandelier overhead for the first time. "Well, I'm not gonna lie. There was that super swanky men's restroom with the mirror, and you always get so hot and bothered when we fuck in front of one."

"So romantic. Be still my beating heart," Seto deadpanned.

"Oh, as if you didn't want to jump me after my pick beat out Pegasus's on the track." He pinched his husband's flank for good measure. "You two are ridiculous, by the way. Twenty Gs and a five-year licensing deal. That was some rich bitch shenanigan. Jeez."

His husband rolled his eyes. "Pegasus wanted to agree. He just needed the pretense for his board. Can't be seen as a man who welches on his bets. It's bad for business."

"Rich bitch."

There was a growing predatory light in Seto's eyes. He slithered out of Katsuya's embrace and off his lap, ultimately landing on the floor at his feet. It always tilted Katsuya's world a little to see this gorgeous specimen of a man kneeling between his knees. His breathing hitched while his husband worked his belt and trousers open. Once freed, his cock swelled to fullness after a few expert strokes of his husband's hand.

Seto's voice dripped with seduction. "But I won't deny you were immensely helpful earlier. Would you like to collect your winnings now?"

He bucked against Seto's expert ministrations. Fuck, he loved this man. After licking his dry lips, he reached down and weaved his fingers into his husband's soft locks. "Yeah. And what would that be?" he asked breathlessly.

Seto's eyes glinted like gems. "The stakes were winner takes all. So you'll take me with your cock after I show you proper gratitude."

A groan tore out of Katsuya as Seto devoured him with his mouth. "Fuck, babe. Your mouth's to die for."

At his feet, his husband made a sound that seemed smug and felt like all bliss as it rumbled down his shaft. Despite gripping Seto's hair, the other man set the pace, leisurely suckling on his cock and rubbing the flat of his tongue against the underside. Seto struggled to take him into his throat, but Katsuya could hardly complain. His husband knew exactly what to do and how to work him to the edge.

"It's okay, babe." He reassured his husband with a soft tone and a gentler caress. "Don't force it. If you make me blow my load now, who's gonna fuck you until you scream your throat raw? God, I can't wait to take your tight ass."

Seto's patience must already be frayed. His husband snaked a hand between his legs to fondle his own erection. His eyes had grown watery, wetness threatening to break their corners, but they were no less intense or hungry. After another minute of vigorous sucking and hollowed cheeks that brought Katsuya to the brink despite his warnings, Seto finally released him.

His voice was hoarse as he ordered, "Get the lube."

Katsuya didn't need to be told twice. With his erect dick swinging in the breeze, he scrambled to their luggage and located the lube they brought for the trip. Seto was nearly naked when he returned. His trousers and underwear were discarded in a crumpled pile on the floor, along with his sports jacket and tie. He was halfway to shrugging off his unbuttoned linen shirt when Katsuya stopped him.

"Nah. Keep that on. You're super sexy that way."

Katsuya didn't bother disrobing. He knew Seto wouldn't have the patience to wait. Instead, he took a seat on the sofa and pulled his husband down into his lap where he belonged. Their stiff cocks bumped and rubbed against each other. A moan of pure need ripped from Seto's throat as he unconsciously started humping against Katsuya. While his husband did that, Katsuya slicked multiple fingers with lube before smearing the wet tips against Seto's pucker.

"Hurry up," Seto growled impatiently.

"Thought this was supposed to be my prize to enjoy. You're even more eager for this than I am," he teased.

When Seto opened his mouth to retort, that was when Katsuya breached his entrance. He panted, his eyes rolling back in his head as he rocked against the intrusion.

Katsuya continued, raining kisses across his husband's flushed cheeks. "Think we should redefine who's the winner here if you're doing all—" He thrust his finger in and out of the quivering hole. "The taking here."

Seto could only cling to him, writhing and keening as Katsuya worked him open with more and more fingers.

"I love how soft and syrupy your insides get for me," he muttered affectionately. It took a few tries, but finally, he jabbed his crooked fingers into the right spot that made Seto tighten and spasm in turns. "I'd be happy to just do this all night. Feel you come apart again and again. Give you all the mind-blowing orgasms you could want. You can switch off your brain while I take care of you."

By now, a sheen of sweat coated his husband's body, soaking into his shirt. He was flushed pink from head to toe. But the teeth came out as Seto snarled, "If you don't put your cock in me within the next thirty seconds, you'll sleep on this couch for the rest of the stay. Thirty. Twenty-nine."

"Not fair!" he protested, even as he extracted his fingers. "You're counting way too fast."

Seto dropped the count, but only because he shoved Katsuya flat against the sofa back and maneuvered into position to line them up. He never hesitated as he sank onto Katsuya's cock in one slow but unrelenting glide. They both swore, still caught off-guard by the sensation of their bodies locking together to this day. Seto was so very tight and hot around his dick. He felt like heaven.

"God, you're incredible," he groaned and settled his hands on his husband's sharp, jutting hip bones.

After a biting kiss, Seto settled on a savage pace. Katsuya was content to sit back and let his husband fuck him into the cushions. Often, Seto either tired himself out or the burning flames quenched into something sweeter but no less needy. He rubbed his thumbs along the crest of Seto's hips, lauding him with generous praise and declarations of his own undying devotion. Sometimes, it felt as if he was taming a star when Seto molded to his tenderness. When their foreheads pressed against one another and they gazed into the depths of each other's souls.

"I love you," Katsuya said ardently. The truth of it pierced through his heart like a stake.

"And I you."

Seto smiled. A small smile, but a smile nonetheless.

That transition between fucking and making love was magical. But their desire to possess and own the other remained, a sweet bed of thorns cradled between their bodies, paradoxically blunted and sharpened by their love. They rocked against one another, giving and taking as they'd learned through multiple trials across the years. They'd come this far, and Katsuya couldn't wait to see what further place they would go.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" Seto asked. "Our schedules are finally open."

An innocuous question, but one that felt as if it offered the world in this moment.

Katsuya hummed, unable to tear his gaze from his husband's lithe form as he rolled his hips and rode his cock. After a few seconds, he sat up, pulling Seto flush against his lap, impaling and immobilizing him. His husband shivered and gasped. His fingers dug deep into Katsuya's shoulder blades. Katsuya took the opportunity to kiss him deep and sensually until wanton sounds rumbled in the depths of his chest.

"I wanna sleep in with you tomorrow," he muttered against his husband's lips. "I wanna make sweet, aching love to you when you wake up. We can get brunch afterward. Walk around and check out the sights. Shizuka and the others will expect souvenirs. Come back here and press you against the window and take you apart while the sun sets over your gorgeous body. We can go out for dinner later, or get room service, whichever you want. And then we'll go to bed—"

"And have more sex." Seto laughed, lifting one hand from his shoulder to caress his cheek. "So your only plans are to fuck and eat. You are a cheap date."

Katsuya turned his head and pressed a firm kiss to his husband's palm. "Make love," he corrected gently.

"Ah, yes, my mistake." Seto rolled his eyes.

In retaliation, he forcefully lifted Seto by the waist before slamming him down again.

"Ah! Katsuya!"

"But if you rather I fuck you a little stupid, I can do that too. I'll do whatever you ask."

He grinned wolfishly at his husband before nibbling on his lips. Fucking, making love; they could do both at the same time. When he repeated the same motion, it wrung another sweet cry. Seto clenched around him, egging him without words. Before he knew it, he was bouncing him. His own hips chased his husband's tight heat, desperate to bury himself as deep in the other man as possible. Seto moved with him, jerking upward before throwing his entire body weight downward.

Then he arched his body in just the right way, puffing out his heaving chest and hanging low, entirely relying on Katsuya to keep him suspended. His body jerked as if electrocuted, freezing every muscle from head to toe as he clamped painfully hard around Katsuya's dick.

Katsuya had struck his husband's prostate to a heartbreakingly beautiful result. He leaned forward more, dipping Seto as he convulsed, eyes wide and mouth parted in a silent scream. He could do little more than grind against the other man, rutting against his hole and humping his stomach against his husband's pulsing cock until wetness exploded between their overheated bodies.

"That's right. Come for me," he groaned and held Seto close, breathing in the heady scent of sweat and sex.

"Katsuya. Katsuya." His name was a sweet rush of prayer and adoration.

"Seto, I love you so damn much."

"I love you too. I love you."

They collapsed back against the couch in one boneless heap. Katsuya had yet to come, but he didn't care as he cradled his husband to his chest and kissed him until they were both star-struck.

Elegant fingers danced across his brow and traced the slope of his cheekbones. Their eyes locked.

"We're not done yet," Seto reminded him with a cheeky squeeze of his ass.

Katsuya's hips twitched, bucking with renewed desperation. "Yeah? You want more?" That last question should really be a statement.

This time, when Seto smiled, it unfurled like a blossom toward the sun. "Always. Now take me to bed properly."

A corresponding grin spread across Katsuya's lips. "I love a good win-win situation."