Warm Summer

By Shiroma

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In the middle of summer, it’s always hot as hell. No school, well that’s a good thing. The ice cream trucks, there’s another good thing. The broken air-conditioning, now that was the downfall of everything.

Believe me, I awoke that day, and my blanket was covered in my own sweat, and I think I lost twenty pounds that way. My boyfriend’s always on a business trip, so I’m sure HE’S nice and comfy, where I’m sitting on tonight’s dinner, a bag of peas. At least they’ll be defrosted.

Dad went to work, early this morning, I think on his way out he muttered ‘damn, it’s cooler out here then in there’, but I couldn’t tell the difference.

I know, you’re asking “Why do you not just go to one of your friends’ houses?” Well, nobody’s home, or I don’t want to go there.

Ever since Yugi and Yami got together, it takes everything to get them out of bed! Heh, that probably would explain why he’s always with a limp, smiling though. Somebody ought to tell ‘em that too much sex might stunt poor Yuug’s growth.

On the other side of town, you guessed it. Ryou and Bakura have been at it like bunnies. The last time I was at their house (which is the LAST time), there were chains everywhere, and when I asked Ryou he BLUSHED! Somebody’s the slave and master type. The same is at Malik and Marik’s house, but they are also out doing it. I think I saw some kids running from the pool shielding their eyes.

Damn, all my friends are out getting some. Honda and Otogi went on a cruise to the Caribbean. How? Well, Honda’s uncle works on the boat, two free passes for the little lovebirds.

Ohoh! Then there’s Anzu, she’s at that dance school, and her boyfriend’s watching her. Somebody ought to tell HER that he’s seeing other women (and might I say, good looking men.)

Then, there’s my dear Seto, him and that business trip! I’m horny as hell, and he gets to sit in a cold room with boring old people going on about ‘stocks’ and ‘designs’. Did I say it was cold? Hm.

Dear god, you haven’t seen Seto naked, and when he’s cold, his nipples harden. Hell, they even turn this beautiful brown, much like his hair. I could sit around and suck his nipples all day; they have such a taste to them.

Well, I could also smell his hair all day. How the hell does he do it!? His hair smells just like cinnamon, and trust me; there is no such shampoo that I know of like that. Its soft coils tickle my chin as he holds me close, breathing into my ear. My own fingers going through each part of his neck, I think I’ve touched that part of his body the most.

His skin has that spicy taste, you know, the one that washes over you when you eat apple cider on a cold day, and it just warms you up. Too much, I’ll get drunk off the taste, and he’d be so hard at that second.

My head leans back against the couch, and I take deep breaths of the air that swarms around me. I’m proud that I’m wearing my loose silk boxers (Well, technically they aren’t mine, but what Seto doesn’t know won’t hurt him). My fingers fall upon the growing warmth rising in my pants, and I take a big breath as I grip myself. Shit, that felt so good, and I can’t keep my body from rising up and into my hands. My mind, once more, wanders elsewhere.

I remember when Seto and me first fucked. It was a summer day just like this. We did it in public too! He was out, walking far away from Kaiba Corps. And I was walking away from school, and had no plans on going home (it wasn’t that my father is mean, it’s just dull at my house). We sat, and talked like civilized human beings (can I even use that in a sentence? I mean, in our relationship, I’m the dog, and neither of us are civil). After about three hours, it was a tongue contest, him dominated after he pushed his hand down the front of my baggy pants.

Oh god, that felt wonderful when he did that. His fingers wrapped around my concealed shaft, cupping me, and I could only scream, and thrust up against his hand. After a few minutes of that, he had me pressed against the bench. At that time, stars had appeared outside, and made this romantic coming perfect, the moon sparkling in his hair.

 His hips were straddled over me, his lower body pushing repeatedly against my hardening erection, and he too was becoming aroused by this (the small stain appearing in his corporate pants was obvious to that).

My finger’s fled up my shaft, pinching the tip with harshness, the way I like it. I can feel all my blood leave to my one, active, organ, and it is purely pleasurable.

Where was I, oh yes; well, his tongue was pressed against mine against. Every few seconds, I would return his love by sucking on his tongue. Would you believe, out of that powerful CEO, his tongue is his sensitive spot? No kidding, the minute I put a suction against that bit of flesh, his hips bucked against mine, and a cute moan escaped his throat.

“D, Don’t think…” I had panted, my vocal ability going to shit. “You’re gettin’ all da fun.” I pushed against him, both of our concealed erection pressing firmly together.

I think he got to the point. Hell with blowjobs, or anything of that matter. He brought my baggy pants to my ankles, smiling almost evilly upon me. “Surprising, even in human form,” he smiled, sarcasm in his voice, “you don’t wear boxers, why not be full breed and run naked?” He rubbed my bare shaft, and I moaned.

It’s not that I didn’t WANT to wear anything underneath, I just grew lazy and forgot to do laundry…again. “Please, Seto.” I had whispered.

Oh, how my master waited for me to say those words. He lubed his dick up with both of our essences, and then pushed in me. The pain was sweet, and worth it. The feeling of him there worked well with me.

“Please…” I whisper, staring at the television, thrusting my hips in my hand, repeating those words in my head as it happened that night. “Fuck me hard, Seto. Show me no mercy…”

No mercy is what he gave me, nice and hard, right into that bundle of nerves that had me panting, and moaning his name. I’m not afraid to admit it, I’m his bitch and proud of it!

I must have been moaning like crazy, because I lost connection with the real world, pushing my hips up uncontrollably, screaming out for Seto to go faster. Somehow, I can’t remember when, but my hands had a frozen carrot (I was hungry….) and were pushing it up my anus. It felt wonderful; the coldness touched me like nothing had ever done so. I was screaming as my inner muscle squeezed the vegetable, my essence spilling on my dad’s new couch.

Returning from my daze, I stared at the phone that was going off like crazy. I pulled myself off the couch (the carrot still up my ass) and walked to pick it up. As I leaned against the wall, I felt it go in me again, and I had to bite my lip to hold a moan. On the other line, was the man I wanted to hear.

He asked me what I had been up to, and I replied about the air conditioning, and watching TV, never telling him my little ‘session’ I had. He’s saying “m-hm” in no time, his ears probably catching the hoarseness of my voice, and my ragged breathing.

 Reaching behind me, I grip the carrot, but he begins to speak before I can do anything. Seto whispered to me about how he had been in the shower, and the water reminded him so much of my kisses. Wet, and full of warmth and protection, that makes me feel good inside, and I just blurt out what I had really been up to.

 He chuckles, but whispers a few words that make me flush, and believe me I’m not sure if I should be aroused, or scared half to death. Really, can he tie me to his bed and see what things he can push in me, I love to see him try.

And of course, I say that. His voice returns a chuckle, and he whispers smoothly in my ear “Fine then, I’ll be home tomorrow morning, bring the carrot.” Then the phone dies. Eep.

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Thus, my second story, and it looks well. I hope y’all R&R, I’m getting really use to writing these.