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It’s been almost an eternity since Yugi reunited with Atem.
… Well, it’s only been a few months (six, to be exact, almost two hundred days, because Yugi is counting), but it certainly feels like almost an eternity, because Atem has not touched him once.
At first, Yugi paid it no mind, really. He was just happy to finally be with him again and they held hands plenty, kissed just at the right times. Oh, how did Yugi love those kisses, how did he love Atem. He felt, if his eternity would actually be like that, he was in heaven. He couldn’t have asked for more even if he had wanted to. Atem’s lips were always so soft and gentle on his, as if reassuring Yugi he loved him beyond words and actions. It was more than enough for Yugi, who had once prayed to be with him just one more time, who had cried so many nights missing Atem, whose heart had been painfully empty in his absence. Kissing Atem was enough, because Yugi knew damn well that just being with him again was a miracle.
He wasn’t complaining, not at all. However, he began growing suspicious as time went by because they stopped kissing only at the right times, and kissed plenty more at just about any time. Each and every time, Yugi thought it would naturally escalate to something more because that was how it was supposed to be, right? Life—or the afterlife, in his case—was like that, wasn’t it? It wasn’t like the pornos he had seen—courtesy of Jounouchi, of course—where the actors didn’t even quite look at each other before getting down to business. In life, you kissed your partner and then you touched here and there and kissed somewhere else and kissed harder and took off clothes and went all the way in. That’s what Yugi thought. That is what inexperienced, naïve, little Yugi thought.
Yugi felt scammed when Atem did not act as he imagined he would. Worse, he felt something akin to betrayal when he himself would wander his hands across Atem’s body and he would gently reject him, taking Yugi’s hands on his and holding them tight. He hadn’t minded at first, thinking maybe Atem wasn’t ready or he just didn’t feel like it but at some point he grew concerned. Did he do something wrong? Was something wrong with Yugi? Did Atem not actually like him? No, hold on, pause—Atem initiated all the time. He kissed him whenever he wanted and he very clearly adored Yugi. Atem was willing, to some degree. If he did not go any further, was it because he was a bit repulsed that Yugi was a boy? Because, sure, he loved Yugi—their relationship and feelings went way deeper than love but some things you cannot help. Atem had loved Yugi’s soul but that did not mean he liked boys. That’s what Yugi’s anxious-filled brain kept telling him. Yet, when common sense would kick back in, Yugi realized that made no sense whatsoever, exactly how it made no sense that Atem would reject his… advancements.
Yugi loved Atem very much but he was sick of all the lovely-dovey surface touches. They were hardly making out as they were and he wanted to feel Atem’s hands on his body, wanted to feel his strong hands on him, confident and always so loving. (It didn’t help, the fact that he was driven by hormones, still somehow a horny teenager although he wasn’t a teenager anymore.)
So, Yugi was determined to change that. He just didn’t know how. Clearly, his method wasn’t working but in order to change it he had to figure out what was wrong. He ruled out the setting and time—they had kissed nearly everywhere in the palace and at any time. Atem wasn’t interested in going beyond kissing early in the morning when they shared the Pharaoh’s bed, nor in the evening when the day was over and he would be sitting in the Throne, calling Yugi to come over—a little game they had—. It didn’t matter whether it rained or shined. Apparently, it didn’t matter the frequency, either, because Yugi had played this silly game alone, unbeknownst to Atem, in which he would avoid Atem—only so much so he would not notice, and never quite really going out of his way—, especially the situations in which they would normally kiss. In the morning, he would be out of bed before the king; at night, he would be conveniently asleep by the time Atem was in bed. They’d still go out together and walk hand in hand, or stay in and play games while enjoying a snack—again, so as to not rouse Atem’s suspicions. Yugi’s secret game would only last so long, though, because he wanted to kiss Atem badly when he was quiet, seemingly in thought, furrowing slightly, clearly concentrating on something. Or when he was getting ready in the morning. Or when he called him “partner,” with that killer smile of his. Yugi was weak, forgive him, his record was only almost five full days. Almost a hundred twenty agonizing hours without kissing his… boyfriend?
He paused. What was Atem to him? Atem was everything to him, his light, half of his soul, but what was Atem to him now that he wasn’t his other self? They had never put a name, a label to what they had. Yugi had always thought it wasn’t necessary. He had thought he would always be Atem’s partner, and he was content and delighted when it turned out to be true, even in the afterlife he remained Atem’s partner… but what else? Was there anything besides that? Yugi wasn’t his partner as he used to be. Their circumstances had changed, there was no more danger to prevent, no more darkness to stop, no more memories to be retrieved, no Puzzle.
Yugi remembered when he told Atem that, as long as he needed Yugi, he would always be his partner.
Yugi wasn’t exactly needed anymore, was he? His role as the Pharaoh’s vessel had long ended. Yet there he was, dead and with Atem, with Atem sweetly calling him “partner.” He wanted to believe that meant something. Not just that Atem needed him but that he wanted to be his partner. His equal.
Ah, Yugi’s greatest sin was how much he overthought matters. Matters that were objectively obvious to everyone but him, who couldn’t shake off the anxiety he felt when he reflected on the relationship he had with others, when he pondered how anyone could actually like him, who had been so weak and useless and pathetic.
Yugi’s greatest sin was how much he overthought matters. Matters that were objectively obvious, because he had always been Atem’s equal. Still, the thoughts, the anxiety didn’t stop him from crying, hidden so that Atem would not know.
When the thoughts subsided and he was back with Atem, the main problem would be back. He wanted to fuck Atem. No, he wanted Atem to fuck him—did it matter? He wasn’t proud when those thoughts would provoke a totally normal physical reaction… down there. When he would imagine Atem’s hand around his dick, when he would imagine being on his knees, sucking Atem off so good that Atem’s beautiful, tanned thighs shake uncontrollably under his pale hands. Yugi wasn’t proud, no, of getting a boner practically right away. Especially when it happened while him and Atem were kissing—never quite making out, to Yugi’s demise—and he tried to convince himself Atem didn’t notice, although he would have to be quite oblivious not to and Atem, known for being observant of his enemies, was many things—handsome, hot, attractive, sexy, gorgeous, stunning, perfect, god-like, and Yugi be damned if those are all synonyms because, again, he is whipped and his partner is nothing but perfect in his eyes—, and oblivious was obviously not on that list.
Yugi was desperate, to say the least.
That’s why he waits for Atem in his bed, sitting politely—seiza style, because old habits die hard if at all and because he is a very good boy; the best, really—and dressed pretty. Some clothes he had taken—he couldn’t steal them if everything belonged to the Pharaoh and the Pharaoh was his—without asking from the laundry room, perks of being so kind and always helping around. It was a one-piece that was tied to his gold neckband and left his back totally open. He would be irresistible when he were on his hands and knees for Atem, he was tingly with excitement just thinking about it. From the Pharaoh’s bed, he could clearly see his image on the mirror vanity and he took a glance at his own body, making sure everything was perfect. Neckband, armbands and earrings looked great, glowing lightly with the sunlight that filtered from the balcony. The clothes were somewhat see-through, but that was fine. If everything went according to plan, he would have no clothes by the end of it. His skin glowed slightly—he had applied a thin layer of oil on his arms and back and torso and legs and if Atem did not absolutely ravage him upon sight then that was it, nothing would ever happen between them and he would live his afterlife a complete virgin, just as he had died in his life.
Everything looked and felt perfect, the one thing that was missing was Atem. Where the hell was the king when he needed him? If he closed his eyes and called upon him with his heart, just as he had done so many times in the past when Atem was trapped in his heart, would he suddenly walk in?
He closed his eyes and wished, but upon doing so he second-guessed what he was doing. No—it was completely fine. However, should he be sitting when Atem came in? What if he turned around and waited on his knees? He had ditched his underwear, after all, and that would get the message across more than enough—
Atem opened the door, catching Yugi mid-turn. Yugi stopped completely and sat again as he had, politely, hands resting on his knees. Atem carried something in his hands but he didn’t care. He had to make a move and he had to do it then, if he chickened out now, at such perfect occasion, he would never—
“Partner, what are you—?”
“Atem, we need to have sex,” he deadpans, absolutely serious.
Atem looks around, as if searching for a hidden camera. He had picked on such a silly habit from having Kaiba challenge him out of nowhere and have it livestreamed with those drones of his.
“There’s no hidden cameras in the afterlife.”
“Are you sure?” Atem smiles and approaches him. This time Yugi is interested in what he is bringing: a bowl of pomegranate seeds drizzled with some honey, a wooden spoon on the side. “I thought we’d share.”
Atem sits on the bed with him, albeit avoiding looking at him as much as possible. Yugi looks between the food bowl and Atem’s face and, in a breath, he says,
“Do you not like me? Or is there something wrong with me?”
Sadness creeps out and shows in his face clearly. Atem turns to him, actually acknowledging him, and studies his expression. Why’d Yugi ever think that? He thinks it would be a mistake to dismiss his feelings completely but he is quite unsure how to navigate a conversation that shouldn’t even take place in the first place—because it was very clear he adored Yugi. He thought Yugi knew it, too.
Atem takes a pomegranate seed between his fingers and feeds it to Yugi, saying, “You’re nothing but perfect. You were made for me. Quite literally.”
Yugi pouts before receiving the food, accepting the compliment a little against his will. Before Atem can remove his fingers, Yugi bites one, slightly, softly, shaking it side to side with that sinful look of his. Atem has to look away.
“Why won’t you ever touch me, then? Or let me touch you?” he asks quietly after letting go. Atem brings the finger Yugi had bitten into his own mouth, biting it. “Are you playing some kind of game only you know of? Like, ‘let’s see how long I can give my partner blue balls’? Because, let me remind you, there is nothing wrong in losing a game; moreover—”
“I’m not playing any game,” Atem laughs, interrupting him. “You are reading too much into it.”
“So why won’t you ever touch me?”
“I touch you all the time. We hold hands practically every time we are together. I kiss you, too. How can you think I don’t like you?”
“Because you won’t have sex with me.”
It was not a complicated matter at all to Yugi. Anyone would come to that same conclusion if they were in his situation. Being liked entailed being desired. If anything, how could Atem not see it? It was only logical. Unless, of course, he did not like sex at all.
Wait, Yugi had never considered that. What if Atem just wasn’t interested in sex? The act itself, maybe he found it disgusting and it had nothing to do with Yugi. That was plausible. It was the best possibility, of course. No, Yugi shook his head, the best possibility was that Atem would just take him there and then, not that he’d never touch him. Fuck, Yugi was so fucked, and not literally, sadly.
Atem watched all the expressions form in Yugi’s face with a fond smile. When Yugi seemed to calm down, he finally replied, blushing, looking at his own hands instead of into Yugi’s eyes, “I just… don’t want to hurt you.”
A fire inside of Yugi instantly ignited. Hurt him…? Gosh, Yugi would be so happy if Atem hurt him. He’d take anything at that point. He couldn’t actually show how desperate he was, though, and Atem seemed a bit too shy to talk about the topic. Perhaps it would be best to tackle his feelings first.
“Is that, uh,” Yugi coughed, clearing his throat before continuing, “Is that what worries you?”
Atem tries to bite away the words that threaten to come out and he bites his lips dangerously hard. In the end, he can’t help it but confess. He couldn’t keep lying to Yugi, he had long started to feel remorseful about denying Yugi touching him and the guilt was eating him out.
“It’s not really the physical aspect of it that worries me. I just… You’re so precious to me. I don’t want to defile your light. I’ve been really holding back. If I didn’t, I find it hard to believe I could stop, and I want to be gentle with you, but gods you do drive me crazy. Sometimes I just want to take you. Sometimes, I imagine forcing myself onto you, and you struggle and try to reject me but that only makes me want to fuck you harder. This must sound awful, I…”
He was looking away, scared to see Yugi’s reaction, thinking he might detest him for it, find him disgusting and sick. If he had been watching Yugi, he would have noticed he was absolutely beaming, the brightest of smiles painting his face.
“I am so happy,” Yugi says, honest to god. Atem looks at him wearily, furrowing. Was his partner crazy? Did he lose his mind? “We were on the same page all along,” Yugi continues, thoughtful. They had always been like this. He had worried over nothing, as usual. He takes the pomegranate bowl from Atem’s hands and puts it aside, only to climb on him, straddling him. “Let’s just do it, however you want, okay?” Yugi whispers right over Atem’s lips, about to kiss him.
If Yugi had kissed him, he was sure he would have never stopped. He would have kissed Atem until he grew breathless and he would still be kissing him, breathless, heart on his throat, everywhere, beating wildly and yet never stopping. And he would have moved his hips against Atem’s, and Atem, who would have eaten his mouth just as angrily and passionately, would have moved his hips against Yugi’s, and Yugi would have moaned against his mouth and all of that and more would have happened if Atem had not moved his face away.
“I just told you I want to be gentle with you and you are dismissing it completely,” Atem complains, a bit upset and not knowing what to do with his hands. They would have found their way to Yugi’s hips naturally if he weren’t restricting himself, thinking rationally. Yugi’s hands glided down Atem’s chest until they rested in his own thighs, reassessing the situation.
“You want to make love to me,” Yugi rephrases. At it, Atem looks away, flustered and nodding. Yugi watches calmly, the realization sinking into his heart and likewise making him embarrassed. He got off of Atem and sat back down on the bed, close to him, letting the moment pass. At a certain point, Atem’s hand found his, and they held hands timidly, unable to look each other in the eye.
When the moment passed, Atem excused himself, saying, “I’ll get us something to drink,” after which he exited the room with his usual poise.
Yugi watched as Atem closed the door slowly behind him. He counted to five when Atem was gone and threw himself back on the bed, kicking the blankets with his feet, covering his flushed face with a pillow. A simple gesture of Atem had vanished all his worries, as if he had never worried about the matter at all, as if he had never been sick with worry over the idea that Atem secretly found him disgusting. He was so happy. A simple gesture of Atem’s made him unbelievably euphoric. The Pharaoh simply had such a power over him. Yugi was so weak.
Yugi lay there, in bed, hand over his heart, feeling it pounding, trying to calm it down, eyes fixed on the ceiling and imagining Atem making love to him.
“He will be the end of me,” he mumbles to himself, covering his eyes with his free arm. Just thinking about it all was making him hard, what would actually happen when Atem came back and perhaps touched him? On a scale from one to ten, how embarrassing would it be if he came undone at Atem’s hands merely caressing his body or just kissing him?
He didn’t dwell on a number and its implications because Atem came back, quietly, asking, “Did you fall asleep, partner?”
“No, no—just resting a bit,” Yugi is quick to answer. He doesn’t move, though, still feeling his heartbeat, still trying to calm it. What should he say? He did not want to force it, didn’t want to make Atem mad by bringing it up again, didn’t want him to feel as though he just wanted to fuck him. Yugi wanted more than that, in the end. It was just that he was so horny and he hadn’t even thought of making love because he couldn’t stop imagining Atem inside of him, thrusting into him possessively, with no mercy and no stopping. He loved when Atem was possessive, when he—
Atem moved his arm away to force Yugi to look at him. When he did, surprised, he noticed Atem was actually hovering over him. Yugi had imagined that so many times: Atem, over him, looking down at him hungrily, darkly. His imagination could not have been further from reality, though, because Atem was visibly insecure, his cheeks flushed crimson against his beautiful tan skin.
“If I kiss you now, I won’t stop,” Atem speaks under his breath, only for Yugi to hear.
“I don’t want you to,” Yugi answers just as quietly, looking right into his eyes.
“I won’t stop even if you beg, partner,” Atem reiterates, voice low, face dangerously close to Yugi’s now, lips almost brushing.
“Be gentle. Remember?”
It is then that Atem finally kisses Yugi. Slowly, at first, just trying to set the pace, looking for a rhythm, a balance between softness and the actual intense desire he felt inside, burning rapidly. A hand wandered between Yugi’s legs, who moaned promptly.
“Not yet, baby,” Atem says between kisses, simply spreading Yugi’s legs to position himself more comfortably between him instead of straddling him.
Yugi complies happily at the change in position, wiggling his body to feel more of Atem’s, whose kisses keep getting firmer. Yugi’s hands, clumsy and anxious, found the fabric of Atem’s clothes, just slightly under his waist, and he clung to it. Atem separated from Yugi’s lips ever so slowly, keeping close to him still. Yugi, dissatisfied, attempted to kiss Atem again, but he only smiled and pulled away.
“You’re so desperate,” he comments, sitting on his heels. The sudden distance is killing Yugi, who was ready to devour, to be devoured.
Atem takes that little break to look at Yugi properly. His face and neck were already flushed, eyes hazy, breath uneven, hands still clinging to Atem’s clothes. Atem had only been kissing him slowly, lovingly as usual, yet Yugi could not contain his excitement, squirming against him. He was so pretty, this desperate for him. Atem gave in to Yugi’s not-so silent pleas—he kept whimpering shyly, afraid his voice would betray him if he spoke—and bent down to kiss him again, this time deepening the kiss. Yugi moaned into it, lost to his own pleasure, eyes shut, tasting everything Atem was offering him. His love, his heart, his soul. Atem supported himself with a forearm against the bed next to Yugi’s face as his other hand caressed Yugi’s neck.
Suddenly, Atem rammed against Yugi involuntarily, out of instinct, unable to contain his desire. It was so unlike him that, despite making Yugi moan from it, he had to stop altogether, putting some distance between them. They looked each other into the eye, both breathless and wide-eyed in shock.
“Fuck,” Yugi mutters, throwing his head back to distract himself. If he kept looking at Atem, he was sure he’d come untouched. “This is driving me crazy.”
“Sorry,” Atem says, voice hoarse. He takes another look at Yugi and bites his lower lip. “I think I need a moment.”
Yugi nods, breathing with difficulty, dazed. He covers his eyes with an arm. He really can’t keep looking at Atem. He can’t even think about him right now. Gosh, his first time couldn’t be so embarrassing. It couldn’t. In such a state, a thought occurred to Yugi: the idea that Atem may be feeling the exact same emotions as him just as he did when he was in the Puzzle. The thought alone sent a shiver down Yugi’s spine.
He had wanted to call out his name when he felt Atem’s lips in his jawline instead, nibbling, kissing. A hand ventures towards his groin, stopping by his thigh to scratch. Yugi sucks on a breath and pulls Atem away, pushing his shoulders.
“Don’t… touch me…,” he pants.
The look in Atem’s face changes drastically from lust to something akin to anger, something between outrage and hunger and impatience, and his nails dig into Yugi’s thigh once again, harder, making him yelp.
“You’ve been begging me to touch you…,” Atem reminds him, “And now you don’t want me to? Be very careful with what you say next,” he warns.
“I just…” Yugi tries to find the words but his brain feels far too foggy. His dick throbs painfully against his stomach, untouched. Utterly embarrassed, he has to cover his face again before he can murmur, “I want you inside… Wanna cum without being touched… Just you, inside…”
Atem is not faring much better than Yugi, whose words make his dick twitch. He is aching to touch Yugi, to please him further no matter what he says, yet his conscious brain reminds him that he needs to listen. It’s far too early to lose control yet. His patience is only further tested when, composing himself, Yugi moves. Instead of lying on his back, he turns around, lies on his stomach, hips raised barely. He brings his right hand to his mouth—left arm holding onto a pillow for support—and sucks on two fingers. Atem watches, hands resting on his lap, not touching, not doing anything, too engrossed in the sight of Yugi’s face against the pillow, an earring caressing his cheek, his flushed face, his naked, beautiful back. Before he knows it, Yugi’s hand reaches back to his ass, poking a finger inside. The sight alone is enough to make Atem’s dick leak precum.
“Fuck,” Atem can’t help but breath out. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, Yugi had asked not to touch him. But he ached, he ached, and Yugi’s focused and slightly pained expression were driving him to the edge. His skin burnt and he couldn’t help but feel Yugi’s ass. He digs his fingers into the skin. Yugi bites his lip.
“Like what you see?” he asks, breathless. He’s tight, so tight, he can barely move a finger inside without thinking how Atem will feel inside of him. He quivers when he touches a certain bulb of nerves, it makes him stop his movements abruptly. Atem’s fingers ghost over his entrance.
“Need help?” Atem asks, fingers burning to touch, to feel. How he could contain himself, he didn’t know. He certainly felt out of touch in his head, too hazy, too hot all over.
“No,” Yugi groans, resuming his movements, adding a second finger with anything but softness. “Too tight,” Yugi complains anyway, annoyed, overwhelmed. The words go straight to Atem’s dick. “But I want you inside already.”
Atem reaches to dry the corner of Yugi’s mouth. He hadn’t even realized he was drooling. Upon feeling Atem’s hand by his mouth, Yugi closes it, mumbling a “thanks.” Atem watches as Yugi continues fingering himself, stretching himself hastily. The more Atem watched, the more his dick leaked. Perhaps out of his mind by then, Atem spits unto Yugi’s fingers as they work their way in and out. Yugi jolts, surprised by the difference in temperature. Everything felt cold in comparison to his skin. His lower abdomen began feeling tight.
“Stop,” Atem blurts, perhaps feeling what Yugi felt, too, in a way. Reading his body, his mind. Yugi complies without a second thought, catching his breath.
“Need you inside of me… again… Need you back inside of me, Atem…”
“You want me back inside of you?” Atem shudders.
Yugi pulls his fingers out slowly, looking back at Atem for a second. Being as embarrassed as he was, he couldn’t look at him any longer than that, instead rocking his hips back, inviting.
Atem hadn’t even thought about any of it like that. Being back inside of Yugi. Inside. Again. He remembers his soul being cradled in Yugi’s, remembers the warmth of Yugi’s soul against his. A warmth similar to what Yugi radiated then.
He moves closer to Yugi, the tip of his dick brushing against his entrance as Atem pins Yugi’s hand down with his, making Yugi whimper. With his free hand, he presses his member inside ever so slowly, sinking back into Yugi’s soul. His tightness engulfs him completely, overwhelming him to the core, making him pause as Yugi wails. He clenches around him and Atem’s breath hitches. His free hand comes to rest over Yugi’s lower back, soft, caressing.
“You’re so tight,” Atem murmurs, but it is more than enough for Yugi to hear him, all sensations amplified. He had his eyes closed shut, as if in pain, his cheeks still beautifully pink. “So pretty,” he compliments, absent-minded; as he does, his dick twitches again inside of Yugi. Gosh, he was so pretty, so perfect, only for him. “Does it hurt?” his conscious brain finally asks.
“Y-yeah,” Yugi barely gets out in a shaky breath. It hurt but it wasn’t completely unbearable. That’s what Yugi kept telling himself, over and over, because the truth was that it hurt and it hurt so bad and so good and he wouldn’t have it any other way because he loved Atem so much, and he had loved him for a long time, although he wasn’t necessarily aware of it at first; perhaps he had always loved Atem, even before he put the Puzzle together. It just hurt because it’d been a while, it had been a while since Atem had been so deep inside his soul. He had missed it so, and even the pain was delightful. “All the way?” Yugi asks softly, finally opening his eyes. Through his hazy eyes he notices Atem’s hesitant expression. He was really being so hard on Atem, who had told him he did not want to hurt him. But Yugi couldn’t help it but want to be hurt by him. Gosh, was he sick? “Please, Atem, please…” he begs, moving his hips back, trying to get Atem deeper despite feeling as though he was being torn.
Atem’s urges betray him and he slams into him, prompting a high moan from Yugi, who clenches around him. It is hard to maintain control then, although he knew he was hurting Yugi, and he continued thrusting into him, right hand still pinning Yugi’s down with less compassion, hips hitting Yugi’s ass mercilessly; Atem watches as his dick went in and out, in and out, and as his left hand hovered over Yugi’s lower back he considered pulling out altogether and coming all over Yugi’s beautiful, pale skin. He lost rhythm for a second at the thought. He was already thinking about finishing and he had barely started; but he was so close already, Yugi felt so good around him, so tight and warm and his soul shivered in remembrance.
Yugi was trying so hard to keep his hips raised but the strength of Atem’s movements made him falter. Atem was so strong, he easily overpowered him and being utterly helpless, at Atem’s complete mercy, made Yugi all the more aroused. He felt sudden pressure at the tip of his dick and it began leaking merely at the thought of being dominated by Atem. He closed his eyes again, bit his lip as hard as he could to contain his moans and tried to focus. He couldn’t come yet. His brain had disconnected all physical sensations—was he being hurt that bad?—and he could only think of the power Atem had over him, he had to focus back on Atem’s body on his, on Atem in him. He closed his eyes and felt, and what he felt was Atem so deep in him, he let go of the pillow he had been holding onto and had his hand travel towards his tummy, brushing his dick and instantly shuddering, and pressing, and he somehow felt Atem inside of him, thrusting so harshly and relentlessly and gosh it couldn’t actually be true that he was feeling him but Yugi swore he did and it drove him crazy and he screamed something he couldn’t even comprehend himself. He felt Atem so deep in his soul and it brought him back when he had put the Puzzle together through the fire and he felt Atem coming back to him and only him and how warm Atem felt then, inside of him, because he was cold without Yugi but with him he was different, he was better, and the realization of it all came crushing down on Yugi rather abruptly. How much he loved Atem, he knew; how much he was loved, he realized then.
With no mercy whatsoever, Atem slowed his moves down progressively until they came to a stop. Yugi complained, whined, yet again moving his hips back, but Atem’s hand stopped him. Back on earth—he had been on cloud nine all along, so lost in the pleasure—, Yugi opened his eyes, breathed out rather harshly, and he felt Atem’s hand caressing his, the hand that had never left his, the hand that held him in place and reminded him how tenderly Atem felt for him.
“Why’d you stop?” Yugi complains aloud after a second. Perhaps Atem was really, actually playing ‘let’s see how long I can give my partner blue balls,’ because he just ruined a perfect orgasm.
“I want you to say it again,” Atem is still trying to catch his breath.
Somehow lucid, Yugi asks, “Say what?”
“That you missed having me inside of you.”
Fuck, Yugi thought and it almost spilled out of his lips. Atem had so much power over him, he almost came just listening to him say that.
“Did you miss having me inside of you, partner?” His voice was low and soft and it gave Yugi goosebumps all over. He blushed furiously before he could reply.
“I missed—” but Atem betrays him and thrusts again, burying himself in deep Yugi. “Fuck,” he mutters, realizing Atem has stopped again.
“Say it,” Atem orders again. “Beg.”
But Yugi felt a bit bratty, being denied release just because Atem wanted to tease him. Two could play that game, right?
“Did you miss it, Atem? Being inside of me,” Yugi provokes. It works, because he thrusts into him again, so deliciously rude. “Did you, Atem? Did you miss it? Being tightly trapped inside of me?”
“You don’t know what you are doing to me, Yugi,” Atem warns, gripping his hips with a single hand, surely to leave a mark. A mark that meant he belonged to Atem…? Yugi was in heaven.
“You feel so good inside of me,” Yugi purrs. Atem’s hips stutter. “You have no idea how much I missed having you inside of me.”
Atem pulls out of him altogether in a swift motion. Contradictorily, Atem pulls out. Yugi’s head spins, the sudden emptiness making his heart ache. Before he can even protest or cry, he finds himself violently turned over by Atem’s confident, strong hands. Now on his back, he can clearly see the state Atem is in: chest heaving, neck shiny with sweat, jewelry clearly annoying him in his skin. They’d been so caught up in each other they never bothered to take their clothes off.
He closes the distance between them, now dangerously close to Yugi’s mouth. They look each other in the eyes for a beat, clearly hungry for the other, when Atem snatches the pillow under Yugi’s head to place it under his hips.
Yugi may or may not have begged for Atem to be back inside of him already at that moment.
“You’re so impatient, partner,” Atem laughs a little. Yugi wonders how he could maintain rationality when he himself was feeling quite feral inside. “But go on, keep begging. It turns me on.”
Going from a moment of pure, heated passion to a fun, teasing one gave Yugi butterflies. It made his heart tug in his chest in adoration. The way Atem could ask him to beg like the king he was or joke about it like his equal… Yugi would’ve laughed with Atem if it weren’t for the fact that his body was in physical pain from the lack of release, and it reminded him with spams every once in a while.
Atem ended up taking pity on him and, pinning both of Yugi’s hands above his head, he entered Yugi again, slowly, pressing his dick firmly with his free hand. Yugi grunted, again shutting his eyes.
“Let’s take this slow, partner,” Atem whispered, now fully inside of him and both hands pinning Yugi’s. He thrusted into him gently, setting a slow rhythm. “So you can feel all of me inside of you.”
Upon saying that, Atem gave Yugi a desperate kiss, so deep and intimate it made Yugi open his eyes. He returned the kiss just as desperately, and when Atem broke it, too focused on the movements of his hips, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Yugi’s, who placed short, quick kisses onto Atem’s lips.
“I’m close,” Atem grunts. The realization makes Yugi’s heart quicken. Atem felt so good inside of him, filled him so well and hit all the right places with each thrust. “Come with me?”
His words pull him out of his thoughts and he looks up to Atem’s eyes only to have him already staring into his eyes. Yugi felt as though Atem was staring right into the deepest crevices of his soul.
“Don’t look away, partner,” Atem asks of him, voice full of emotion. “Look right into my eyes as we come, will you? As I fuck you nice and slow. Will you do as the Pharaoh asks of you?”
Yugi nods just enough for Atem to understand, all coherent words leaving his brain. Should he even reply? Ah, but Atem felt so warm inside of him, he couldn’t even form a proper thought besides back inside of me, back inside of me, back inside of me, because Atem was back inside of him and he couldn’t believe it and the thought alone made him jerk against Atem’s body, and his dick throbbed and twitched and the pressure in it was almost painful when he felt the orgasm approaching rapidly, cum spurting out of him, and Atem must have felt something similar because his thrusts suddenly became erratic although he was really trying to control them and Yugi swears he felt him pulsing inside of him, his warm cum filling him completely, and their bodies went still for a second until they jerked together and somehow, somehow, although Yugi could not understand how, he pleaded into Atem’s lips.
“Don’t pull out,” he feels his tears may spill at any given moment now. “Please, Atem, stay inside of me.”
Atem cradled Yugi’s face in his palms and kissed his lips once, as gentle as usual. How could he ever say no to his partner?