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[The kiss is short, but enthusiastic. Malik's good mood was evident in his motions and the way he sounded like he might start laughing again at any moment.

He had never felt this way before. Because he had never been able to go the extra step to fully embrace his feelings and allow himself to. Even more than that, it had been Bakura's words.

As he straddled the other boy's waist and tightened those arms over his shoulders, Malik was certain he wouldn't mind staying like this for awhile longer. If anybody came to interrupt them...he would just use the Rod to get rid of them!]

Edited 2013-10-15 14:33 (UTC)

[When the kiss breaks apart, Bakura smiles breathlessly up at the boy on top of him. Lifting his hand, he strokes pale fingers over Malik's cheek. Seeing him as happy as this was honestly charming. And so very rare too. He wanted to not fuck this mood up this time.]

I can say it more directly if you want.

[Bakura's indirect confession had been just fine, but that doesn't mean he'd mind hearing it said. Then there was no way he could be misunderstanding the other boy's words, and Bakura wouldn't be able to take it back. Not that he thought he would.

Smiling back at the gentle touch to his still-burning cheeks, Malik gives a slight nod of his head.]

Well...I'm not going to say no.

[Malik suits this look, the warmth of his skin where embarassment has darkened it, the way his hair hangs down as he looks down on him. That pleased smile on his face, eyes bright with happiness. Bakura likes it.

Drawing Malik closer, he keeps his eyes focused on him. Laying there beneath him, white hair splayed against the golden sands like his own personal blanket underneath him, he swallows a little nervously. It's almost more of an intimate confession than Malik's half-admittance, in his eyes. But Bakura's never been less than bold, never been driven by his fears. He's no coward. And he isn't easily ruled by his emotions.]

I'm yours, Malik! There's no letting go of me now!

[That was more like it! It was solidified now, what he was to him and what they were to each other. Never in a thousand years could he imagine wanting to let go of the man in front of him. He was too perfect, even intoxicating at times.

Malik beams, placing his hands on Bakura's cheeks and leaning in for one last confession of his own.]

Once this is all over, and I've killed the Pharaoh and destroyed that other half of myself...I'll let you put my soul back in the Rod.

Malik...!

[Those words sent a shiver of delight down his spine. Even with the discomfort and awkwardness of being bound to the Rod, Malik was willing to offer such a thing? Even knowing what it was like? It was a confession that meant more than the other, to him.

His eyes brightened and he arched up suddenly to press a fierce kiss to Malik's lips, showing his pleasure much more easily with that than he could with words.]

[That was another kiss that Malik was more than happy to return, his chest constricting and pulse quickening at the sudden clash of lips. With the way they kept kissing and caressing one another, it was no wonder he felt so worked up, both emotionally and physically.

Once again, he loses sight of where they are and allows himself to get carried away in the pleasure of their kiss.]

Mmh...

[Possible observers? Who gave a shit about those? Bakura didn't even care that it would look more embarassing for him, lying beneath Malik as he was.

But damned if he wasn't getting worked up like this. And that mischievous nature of his was clearly about to ruin the mood yet again. Oh well...

His hand snaked down the back of Malik's shorts, slipping under the fabric to grab his backside. Even his butt felt nice and warm.

Grinning wickedly, he let one finger dip between those pert cheeks to teasingly play at the pucker there before Malik could protest.]

[Bakura's hand was a bit cooler than Malik's behind, causing him to shiver slightly at the sudden contact. This wasn't the first time Bakura had grabbed him like that, and given the passionate heat of their kiss, he didn't really mind...

...Until he felt that finger press against his entrance. Malik's whole body tenses, the kissing ceasing as he automatically clenches his cheeks in defense. It hadn't even felt bad exactly, it just surprised him and felt weird.]

O-oy, Bakura! What do you think you're doing?! [Get your damn finger away from there! He would wriggle away if that didn't mean potentially making the situation worse.]

Teasing you.

[The casual answer was filled with amusement. He leisurely rubs his finger over the tight pucker, pressing against it, but not bothering to go further. He isn't doing this to hurt Malik, after all.]

Does it feel that bad?

Ah--! [Malik squirms despite himself, not sure how to feel about the odd pleasure that finger was causing him.]

It's...weird! Not to mention unsanitary...

Don't worry. There's no sand on my hand.

[He knows that isn't what Malik means, but he doesn't care. He simply keeps playing, teasingly, waiting for Malik to relax for even a second.]

I brought hand sanitizer too, though I didn't intend it for this.

That's not what I meant!

[Malik's far from relaxing just yet, and when squirming fails to stop him, he instead uses his hand to grab Bakura's wrist.

It really didn't feel bad at all...]

[That's fine, Malik. He doesn't need his wrist to keep moving his finger stubbornly. But you're being a pain...]

H-heh heh... Why not make it a game, then? I'll use this finger, nothing else. If you relax and let me do this, and you can honestly say you don't like it after the initial oddness passes, I won't touch you like this again.

I won't hurt you, Malik.

I'm not worried about you hurting me. [He just thought doing that was gross, and...he was worried he might like it. Especially after seeing how those men acted in those videos.

And then that would mean Bakura had won in some contrived way.]

No way...! [He was curious despite himself, and the fact that his hand didn't tug Bakura's own back said it all.]

What? Are you afraid?

[He chuckles lightly, mischievously, pressing a little harder against Malik's entrance as if threatening to do it anyway.

...he had half a mind to.]

I'd let you do it to me too if you weren't so squeamish.

I'm not--! [Malik shifts uncomfortably at the harder touch, the protest dying in his throat. Bakura could see his face like this too, which might have been the worst part.

He bows his head to hide his expression behind those long, pale bangs of his.]

...Of course I'm not afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of!

Then, you won't mind, then? After all, if you're not afraid, what's stopping you?

[He casually presses harder, that long, slim finger of his pushing past the resistance to delve into the tight warmth of Malik's body. If nothing else, his nails were short, having just been cut earlier.

His eyes focus on Malik's face, seeking out his reaction.]

That's not what I--

[Too late. Malik's breath hitches at the sudden bizarre intrusion, his muscles clenching around Bakura's finger in protest. It was unwelcome and Malik was frozen in place because of it, his eyes averted and lips pulled into an uncomfortable grimace.]

Ghh...just take it out! [He wasn't sure how something could simply feel taboo without actually being so (according to Bakura), but this certainly did.]

[He doesn't answer at first, leisurely rubbing the inside of Malik's body with the pad of his finger. His free hand lifts to rub his back soothingly.]

Are you sure, Malik?

[It's almost like he's stalling for time as he casually fights the resistance of Malik's body in order to stimulate those sensitive nerves inside of him.]

It'll feel good if you just relax, you know.

Nn... [Malik shifts against that finger, wanting to pull away from the intrusion, but wanting to see it out at the same time. It felt unnatural and yet something about it also sent small hints of pleasure to his groin.

So far, everything Bakura had told him would feel good has. It was less a matter of trust, and more a matter of the humiliation this kind of foreplay brought.

He already had one finger in, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad to see it through. It was Bakura's hand and not his, at least.]

Ah... [Lowering his head again, he squeezes his eyes shut and attempts to relax his body with moderate success.]

[He bites back the teasing response he was about to offer - no use making Malik's pride sting, he might run away out of embarassment - in favour of lightly nuzzling the top of Malik's head.

With Malik relaxing, it's easier to move, and move he does. Slowly, he begins to move the finger in and out, never actually leaving Malik's body entirely. As he does, he curves it inside of him, seeking out the more sensitive nerves inside.]

[Already that awkward penetration was starting to give way to an odd, burning pleasure. Malik said nothing as he allowed Bakura to continue, his body relaxing further on its own as it took to the foreplay.

He turns his head slightly, glancing to see if anybody was nearby to see, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak a groan came out instead. The way Bakura curled his finger inside of him...! How could something like that feel so good?!]

What? Does it feel good?

[Bakura's voice lifts up in a teasing lilt in response to that groan, his finger persistently continuing to pump in and out of him. The more Malik relaxes, the easier it gets, and he moves his wrist, twisting that finger inside of him.]

... [Malik doesn't want to admit that it does, but he doesn't want to lie and risk Bakura stopping just to tease him either. So he opts to stay silent, burying his face against Bakura's chest as his knees remained bent, keeping his behind propped up in the air against Bakura's hand. His hands dug into the sand below.]

Hnn...

[That finger pumping inside of him...shouldn't feel this good! He could feel his shorts constricting against him as his pleasure started to make itself known.]

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