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Although it was a few minutes past midnight, the night was still young for Yugi and Atem.
They wandered out of the bar they'd been drinking inside of, their friends loitering by the counter. Tea had been in the process of dragging Joey and Tristan away from the poor girls they were attempting to flirt with—Ryou did his best to help her—when Yugi and Atem decided to leave.
The two had sobered up quite a bit, only a little bit of buzz and alcohol lingering in their system. They walked through the empty streets, leaning against each other with their arms linked between them.
"I had fun," Yugi spoke up, his soft voice disturbing the silence around them. He lightly stroked Atem's bicep, looking over at his boyfriend, "Did you?"
"Mmhm," Atem hummed and nodded. "It was nice seeing them again. It feels like a while since we last hung out with them."
"Yeah..." Yugi sighed. "I didn't realize how little free time we'd have after graduating. It's sad when you really think about it."
Atem shook his head and squeezed Yugi's arm, "Don't. We had a good time tonight. There's going to be more good moments and memories to make in the future. Cherish this one for now instead of worrying about the next time."
Yugi smiled, "You're right. Tonight was great."
The area ahead of them grew darker, the full moon above them illuminating their path. They surveyed a monument that had been neglected for many years as they passed by. Yugi slowed down and Atem did the same, the two stopping a few feet away from it.
"It's kinda upsetting they stopped taking care of this place," Yugi mumbled, approaching the finely sculpted throne. "No more chains blocking it off—and they don't even bother fixing the streetlights."
"What's the point in respecting a monument that has so much history, yet controversy, surrounding it?" Atem's heels clicked against the stone as he stepped closer, standing next to Yugi. "I've heard that they're planning on tearing it down soon."
"I guess it's for the best," Yugi shrugged. "It still looks cool, though..."
"Not cool enough to sway everyone in the city. Too many people signed the petition to have it replaced with something else," Atem mentioned, crossing his arms across his chest.
Yugi stared at the throne, then nudged Atem, "You should go sit down."
Atem peered over at him, eyebrow raised, "Excuse me?"
Yugi offered his hand and grinned wickedly, "Come take a seat upon your throne, my king."
"Are you serious?" Atem playfully huffed as Yugi tugged him towards it. "Baby, no—no, I'm not—"
"Oh, but you are, your highness," Yugi purred, gesturing to the throne and releasing Atem's hand.
Atem rolled his eyes and dramatically sat down, elegantly crossing one leg over the other. He propped his head up on a fist, scanning the imaginary crowd in front of him. Yugi made a show of rushing to kneel before him, bowing.
"Please rise," Atem commanded, lifting his hand as Yugi stood. He crooked a finger and Yugi cleared the distance in no time, tilting his head curiosity.
"What can I do for you, your majesty?" Yugi asked, bending over Atem until their faces were inches away.
"You may do whatever you please," Atem whispered and relished in the way Yugi shivered. He smirked, dragging his nails down Yugi's back and stopping right above the waistband of his pants. He groaned appreciatively, gripping the skin that was left exposed by his low-rise jeans and his cropped shirt, "These look so good on you."
"Do they?" Yugi preened under his attention, covering Atem's hands with his own. "I'm glad you like them..."
He leaned in, nipping Atem's earlobe with his teeth and mumbling, "I wore them just for you. I couldn't stop thinking about how good you'd look grinding on me—how good feeling you through them would be..."
A quiet moan slipped past Atem's lips at the way he pulsed, the spot between his legs begging for attention. Yugi trailed kisses along his jawline and his neck, slowly sinking onto his knees once more. His hands wandered across Atem's body, grasping him through his clothes.
He took hold of Atem's knees and forced them apart, his gaze flitting to the darkness beneath his tight skirt. He bit his bottom lip, glancing up at him for approval.
Atem carded a hand through Yugi's hair, "What, baby? Desperate to taste me?"
"Fuck yes," Yugi practically growled, his palms clutching the sides of Atem's thighs. "Will you let me? Please?"
Atem glanced around, then lifted his hips, sliding his skirt up higher until it was wrapped around his waist, revealing his underwear to Yugi. He pushed them down and managed to get one leg out, leaving them around his other ankle. Then, he draped his knee over Yugi's shoulder, challenging him with his eyes and the new position.
"Go on, then," Atem's hands settled on the armrests, his smug expression taunting Yugi. "Taste me."
Atem let out a small yelp when Yugi yanked him to the edge of the throne, bringing him closer to his lips. His warm breath tickled his exposed pussy, and Atem tried not to make anymore noise. He watched through hooded lids as Yugi stuck his tongue out, licking his clit. Such a simple interaction with the tender nub was enough to make Atem throw his head back.
"Oh, yes," Yugi murmured, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Atem's thighs shook, and he covered his mouth, muffling a gasp into his palm. Yugi let go and kissed his clit, then slid his tongue down, dipping them in Atem's folds.
Atem breathed out, "Fuck..."
"You taste so good—god, I love it... I love how you taste—and I love being right here..." Yugi rambled, eagerly lapping at Atem's cunt. "I love pleasing my king—holy shit, just fuck my face—" He hissed, sticking his tongue out and flattening it against Atem.
"You want me to fuck your face?" Atem repeated. He moved his hand to the back of Yugi's head, fingers tangling in his hair. He held it and rocked his hips, gliding his wet pussy across Yugi's tongue. He rose and dropped, admiring Yugi's lashes that fluttered.
Atem chuckled, "Do you like that? Do you like when I use you?"
Yugi moaned an affirmative, his tongue never breaking contact with Atem's body. Atem held his hair in a vice grip, canting his hips harsher and grinding on him. A loud, wanton whine escaped Yugi, and thankfully, it was quieted by his face buried in skin.
After a moment, Yugi's tongue wiggled inside his hole, thrusting in and out. Atem resisted the urge to clamp his thighs on either side of his head, instead pressing his lips together and whimpering. He was extra grateful for the lack of people around—especially since he could hear how noisy Yugi was being as he ate Atem out.
He retracted his hand and snuck it under his shirt instead, playing with a nipple through the thick material of his binder that made them more sensitive. His other hand clawed at the stone monument beneath him, the pleasure coursing through him becoming unbearable.
"Mmph—wanna fuck you," Yugi aggressively kissed up Atem's folds, latching onto his clit and sucking again.
Atem cried out, "Yuuugi! Oh, fuck—fuck, you can—oh, when we get home—"
Yugi popped off and laughed huskily, "Obviously. I'm gonna fuck you so good with my strap—press it deep in your pussy and remind you that it belongs to me."
"Oh, no," Atem tutted breathlessly, eyes narrowing in disapproval. "No, your strap is mine."
"Right... Sorry, my king," Yugi planted an apologetic kiss on his inner thigh, then nuzzled the soft and plush skin there. "You own me. My heart, my body, my strap—my holes."
An image of Yugi being filled to the brim with toys flashed through Atem's mind and his core burned, arousal pooling at the bottom of his stomach. He uttered a swear, and his face grew warmer when Yugi noticed that it turned him on.
"Oh? What, you wanna fuck all of my holes?" Yugi teased, the tip of his finger barely breaching Atem's pussy. "You know you can. I can take it all," He assured with a wink.
"I'm well aware," Atem somehow managed to spread his legs wider, inviting the digit inside. "You'll only get that opportunity if you behave and give me what I desire right now."
Yugi snorted, pushing two fingers in at once, "Demanding, aren't you?"
"I am," Atem cocked his head and smiled, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure in the moonlight, "but that's because I know you'll do exactly as I ask and give me whatever I want."
"How could I not?" Yugi moved his fingers and sucked in a breath when Atem whined. "God, especially when you make the prettiest noises, it's—fuck, I can't stand it... I just need to hear more of you."
"Ah! Oh—oh, fuck, Yugi—" Atem shoved his shirt up and his binder at the same time, his tits spilling out. He squeezed them, then continued pinching at his hardened nipples, rolling the peaks between his thumbs and index fingers.
He choked on a sob, his thighs trembling when Yugi's slammed in and out of him at a much faster pace. It was all becoming too much for him, and he knew for a fact that he couldn't last any longer.
"Yugi, baby, please," Atem begged. "Please, I'm gonna—"
He was interrupted by his own squeal when Yugi grazed his clit perfectly. A drawn out cry was ripped from his throat, and he could hear Yugi swearing between his legs. He barely registered the sound of liquid hitting the stone under him—but once he did, his head snapped up, wide eyes staring Yugi down.
"Did—did I...?"
Yugi retracted his fingers and licked them, rising from his kneeling position. Atem noticed the lower half of his face was glistening, then the wet spots on his shirt. His cheeks burned from embarrassment, and he leaned forward, seeing the puddle that had formed on the ground.
Hesitantly, he touched his dripping cunt and curled in on himself. Yugi laughed and tilted his head up, capturing his lips in a kiss. Atem moaned when he tasted himself on his tongue.
"You did," Yugi confirmed with a slight chuckle. "It was so fucking hot, you have no idea..."
Atem fixed his binder and shirt, then stood up and adjusted his skirt. He bent over and grabbed his underwear, stuffing them in Yugi's pant pocket. He grabbed the lower hem of Yugi's shirt and yanked it up, wiping his chin off.
"You're a mess now," Atem pointed out.
"And so are you," Yugi retorted, wearing a proud grin.
"Let's... Atem spared one final glance at the puddle he'd left behind, then shook his head and motioned to the street. "Let's just go home."
"Say less, my king."