#but Dane suggested Seto stepping on Jou's crotch with his shoe and guys i had to do it

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Just plugging away at more hacker!Seto undercover as a model. Things are starting to get hot and heavy while they're stealing a moment together in a storage closet.

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They made out for a stretch, unable to keep their hands and mouths to themselves. The temperature in the closet grew as hot as a sauna. Or it was simply their bodies running rampant on their lust. Jounouchi couldn't take it anymore. He set Seto down on his feet again and attacked the corset instead. He swept his hand over the entirety of its circumference but didn't find any obvious way to undo it.

No zipper. No catch. No buttons. Nothing.

Seto simply watched, leaning casually against the wall as Jounouchi groped him with increasing desperation.

"Help a fella out here?" asked Jounouchi at his wits' end.

"No," Seto smirked. "You're not ruining the fit. I still have a party to attend."

Shit. How could Jounouchi forget? They were still technically on the job. So much for remaining professional. Jounouchi was horny enough he almost said fuck it. He didn't have to undressed Seto beyond peeling his slutty pants down to fuck him stupid here and now. Except Jounouchi wasn't carrying condoms on him, and he doubted Seto had pockets anywhere on this outfit.

Groaning in frustration, Jounouchi squeezed his eyes shut. "We better stop before we get carried away then."

"No." Heated fingertips traced Jounouchi's jaw while he guided Jounouchi's hand to his erection.

Jounouchi's eyes popped open in time to see Seto's face twist in pleasure as he ground the heel of his palm against Seto's erection. God, he was so unbelievably gorgeous, long eyelashes fluttering in time with his twitching hips.

"Doesn't feel like you wanna stop here," he said huskily, squeezing the outline of Seto's stiff, full cock.

Jounouchi wanted to ruin him.

Moaning, Seto threw his head back. It knocked against the wall with a thud. "I—" he panted through his open mouth before swallowing thickly and continuing, "I never said that. We just don't have much time."

"How much time do we have?" he asked.

Seto floundered momentarily. His hips twitched as he bucked against Jounouchi's hands. "No more than twenty minutes?"

Jounouchi hummed. That wasn't a lot of time, but he could make it work. More than enough for a mutual hand job.

Unlike the corset, the trousers' zipper was obvious. Seto's cock sprang free as soon as it came undone. It was long and pretty like the rest of him.

"Naughty," Jounouchi groaned and closed his hand around Seto's shaft. "So you were going commando this entire time."

Seto opened his mouth to retort but he stopped short as Jounouchi stroked him from tip to root, drawing forth another moan instead. While Jounouchi's cock strained against his boxers and jeans, he ignored it in favor of pumping Seto. The only time he peeled his hand away was to spit in his palm. Seto whined as the saliva smeared over his flesh, turning the friction into a dirty wet glide. When Jounouchi swiped his thumb over the glans, Seto jolted and stumbled before righting himself.

Seto's nails sank into Jounouchi's shoulders. At first he thought he was using him for balance, but Seto started pushing down on them.

Their eyes locked. Jounouchi's confusion was short-lived as Seto laid out what exactly he wanted.

"Get down on your knees. Blow me."

White-hot arousal lanced through Jounouchi.

Seto wasn't done either. "You'll have to swallow so there's no mess."