#keep them comminnnnnnnnng please

[rainbowwinedemon]

joukai fucking in costume 👀

sjsjsjs i hope this fits what you wanted. it’s a bit silly, and kinda messy, but it was really fun to write.

i don’t know if they ditched the party or if they never made it in the first place. you can chose which one you like the most

nsfw under the cut

“Why are you pants so fucking hard to take off?” Jounouchi grunts, giving up and unbuckling the belt, mouth twisted around the prosthetic and scoffing at Seto’s raised eyebrow. “What? These are supposed to be stripper pants.”

Jounouchi yanks the pants, hoping to hear a tear. Of course, the cloth stays firmly put together, with Seto giving him that ‘you’re stupid’ look.

“These are custom made Saint Laurent,” Seto says, lifting a leg when Jounouchi taps his thigh so he can get to work on unfasting his sock gathers. Really, he’s lucky to have such nice legs, Jounouchi wouldn’t put up with him otherwise. “Do you really think I’d put on cheap costume?”

Jounouchi drops the gathers on the bed and shuffles forward, sitting on his knees between Seto’s splayed legs. He’s propped on some pillows, hair spilled around, the careful slick back style he had for the party messed up. His lips are still a bit pinkish and tender, from Jounouchi kissing him earlier without taking the prosthetic teeth out. Jounochi leans forward, resting his hands at each side of his head, caging him in. Seto gives him an unamused look.

“You’re expensive as fuck costume was still bland shit,” Jounouchi says, and hooks his fingers on the waistband of equally expensive boxers brief. “Who were you supposed to be? Dracula’s pompous cousin?”

Jounouchi is way less gentle with the briefs than when the pants, making Seto yelp when he takes them off. He gives him a shit-eating grin, placing a hand high up on Seto’s thigh and brushing his cock with the tip of his fingers. Seto kicks him on the side, lightly, and Jounouchi wraps his hand loosely around him and starts stroking.

“I’m Dracula,” he says, sinking into the pillows when Jounouchi moves his hand faster. “I’m wearing customized archive Saint Laurent, it doesn’t get more in character than that.”

Jounouchi tightens his grip, Seto’s precum malik the slide easier. He leans forward and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it and making sure Seto can feel the slight sting from the prosthetics.

“Still bland though,” he quips, chuckling when Seto tries to protest but it gets stuck in his throat because Jounouchi swipes his thumb over the head of his cock.

“And what were you supposed to be?” Seto asks, once he catches his breath. “The neighbors’ generic dog?”

“Excuse you?” Jounouchi pushes forward, spreads Seto’s legs wider. Seto moans in approval. “I’m a werewolf.”

“Still a dog, though.”

Jounouchi plans on keep arguing —there’s a big difference between a dog and werewolf, thank you very much— but then his fingers slip downward, brushing Seto’s rim, and they find something very interesting.

“Uh,” he whistles, a leering grin spreading around his face. He rubs his fingers around the base, and it doesn’t seem to be wider than two of his fingers together. “A little surprise for me?”

Seto huffs, but he can’t help his moan when Jounouchi pressed the plug deeper into him before pulling it out. He’s flushed, cheeks rosy and the tip of his ears red when Jounouchi lifts his head.

“Not for you,” he says, managing to make it sound scornful even when Jounouchi sinks a finger into him. He’s soft and wet inside, still tight, but it’s nothing that his fingers and cock won’t solve. “I didn’t go through all this work for someone who calls my clothes bland.”

He’s so petty, Jounouchi thinks, getting another finger in and letting Seto move his hips at the rhythm his wants. Of course his suit is not bland, Seto chose a maroon color that matches with Jounouchi torn-up and makes him look paler, blue eyes popping up. He looked gorgeous, when Jounouchi saw him before going to the party, but Jounochi won’t deny he wanted to see Seto in that tiny sailor skirt he has hidden in his closet.

(He told Seto about it, of course, and Seto just rolled his eyes and said he just wanted him to dress slutty. Which —yeah, it was true, but Jounochi didn’t wear a torn up shirt and a collar because just because he liked it. He did it because Seto asked)

But it doesn’t matter. Because yes, Seto is a bit of an asshole and he wore all those layers —suit, vest and a cape— but he also took his time, slicking himself up and putting on that plug. Jounouchi bites him lightly on his collarbone, letting the prosthetic teeth scrape him.

Seto slaps him on the arm.

“I’m supposed to be the vampire,” Seto wiggles on his fingers, and they slip out. Jounouchi takes the changes to pull out his cock and spit to slick himself up. Seto licks his lower lip. “Stop mauling me, or do I need to tighten up your collar, mutt?”

Jounochi grabs him by the hips, drags him down until his ass touches the tip of his cock. He presses the tip and grins. Seto rolls his eyes, but relaxed, wrapping his legs around his back.

Jounouchi’s smile widens.

“Please?”