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If Gozaburo Kaiba is good for anything, it is doling out punishments.

Seto thinks, more than likely, that that’s what Gozaburo intends for this to be, at least. It can’t be anything else, not when Seto is currently standing, shades perched on his nose, at the edge of a riding arena, hip leaned against a wooden post, waiting for the ranch hand to finish whatever it is he’s doing inside of the stable to his left and get things going. 

Seto hates the outdoors. He doesn’t care how predictable it makes him, but he is not the kind of person to be inexplicably obsessed with exposing himself to the elements for some greater desire to connect with nature or the forces around him or whatever else hikers and enthusiasts insist are worth it. He hates the outdoors, he hates animals, and he hates other people, which means that standing in the center of a ranch, watching men and women mill about in dusty clothes with no regard for how disgusting the world they’ve surrounded themselves in is his own personal nightmare. It is hot, and humid, and the only reason Seto isn’t currently frying in all the UV exposure is that he refuses to forgo his usual long sleeves and fitted slacks for this countryside nightmare. Seto watches a chicken strut across the half circle dirt road that leads between the main ranch house and the stables. His lip curls with disdain.

“Whew!” Seto hears, and doesn’t glance away from the frankly blinding reflection of the sun off of the dust in the ring. He expected more dirt than dust, though everything within a ten mile radius is dusty and bright.

And when Seto turns, the ranch hand pokes his head out of the barn door, blond hair messy, brown eyes hazel in the bright afternoon sun. Christ, he looks like a fucking painting. “You doin’ alright out here, city boy?”

This is a punishment, because this isn’t where Seto belongs. He’s a tech prodigy, a genius on the other side of a keyboard in a dark room with no distractions. He sees numbers in his sleep, solves problems in code without even looking at it. Currently, there’s a note containing all of the misbehaving code from the project he was pulled away from so rudely on his phone riddled with comments from the ride here, because even in the middle of the country, Seto Kaiba doesn’t stop working.

“Doing fine,” Seto lies, because he has no desire to explain to the very annoying young man that has been tasked with teaching Seto how to ride a horse that half of his brainpower is dedicated to determining exactly how Seto is going to pay Gozaburo back for this little stunt. 

Gozaburo Kaiba has decided, within the last few weeks, that for the bullshit “charity” polo match that KaibaCorp hosts every year, Seto will lead the company team onto the field. Not that Seto is going to play, because Gozaburo isn’t stupid and Kaiba can’t master a sport within a week—not one he cares so little about as polo—but he will be required, horrifically, to sit on a horse.

The ranch hand—Jonouchi is his name, although he insists, ridiculously, that Kaiba call him Joey for short—saunters his way back out of the stable, and Kaiba watches him dust his hands off on his scuffed, stained jeans, hair hanging in his face. Kaiba’s grip tightens on his phone in his pocket, his irritation with Gozaburo and this ridiculous set of circumstances growing for one very specific reason.

Joey—Jounouchi—is ridiculously attractive. 

He’s shorter than Kaiba by a few inches, but still a touch taller than most men, broad and muscular across the shoulders and arms. Kaiba can tell why, because he’s seen Jounouchi carrying hay bales the size of his younger brother prior to his growth spurt, on his shoulders without struggling. He’s sun tanned, blond hair shoddily dyed and even lighter from hours of standing in the sun, and he is wearing mouthwateringly attractive jeans low on his hips and a stained white tank top fit tight to his torso. Kaiba is lucky that he’s wearing shades because he’d rather not let Jounouchi know how often he’s been staring at his chest. 

“I got the mares all saddled up,” Jounouchi says and jerks his head back in the stable. He gives Kaiba another look up and down. “Are you, uh… sure you don’t want a change of clothes?”

Kaiba doesn’t. He wants to wear his designer slacks on horseback and then throw them away after so he never has to think about this awful experience again. And he doesn’t want to wear Jounouchi’s clothes because they probably will not fit him and also because if Kaiba has to smell him the entire time he is riding, he will have to learn how to ride a horse with an erection pressing into the horn of a saddle. “I do not.”

Jounouchi shrugs. “Whatever you say, dude.”

Kaiba’s eye twitches. He is no one’s dude.

Jounouchi leads him into the stable with an incline of his head, and Kaiba follows, arms crossed over his chest. Ugh, the smell. Kaiba has always had a rather sensitive nose, and it’s made worse in close proximity to animals that sweat. Most of the animals Kaiba encounter are restricted to are purse dogs that sleep on perfumed furs, and while those animals have other problems, they are not horses that haven’t been bathed probably since they were born. Kaiba wrinkles his nose.

Jounouchi doesn’t seem to notice. “These—” he says, gesturing to the two horses in two side by side stalls, one with her head shoved into a feeding trough, and the other facing resolutely away from both of them, “—are our beginner horses. Ruby and Sapphire. Say hi, girls.”

Ruby, the dark brown horse with her head shoved in her food, snorts, but otherwise doesn’t take her attention away from her food. Sapphire, the white horse who seems to be hellbent on ignoring them both, flicks her tail irritably.

“How darling,” Kaiba says, and takes his phone out of his pocket. His code, now that he is thinking about it, is missing a semicolon.

“Ruby and Saph are usually the horses we use to train little kids,” Jounouchi says, and Kaiba hums in acknowledgement, still fixing his code. “I figured they’d be an easy ride for you, y’know, just starting out.”

Kaiba doesn’t look up. “I want the white one.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, sure, I mean. We’ll get you on her, see if you guys work together.” Jounouchi has the slightest hint of an accent, vowels a little round, the ends of his words sharp. It’s charming, not that Kaiba would let him know that. He puts his phone back in his pocket. 

Mounting a horse is, as far as Kaiba can tell, one of the hardest things another human being has ever conceptualized doing to an animal. Jounouchi has already outfitted both of the horses with saddles, so all he does is take Sapphire by the lead and guide her outside of the stable, before he turns and fetches one of the stepping stools from the fencepost near the ring. 

Kaiba stands in front of Sapphire, and her blue eyes don’t blink as she watches him, one ear flicking back and forth. Kaiba likes her.

“Saph can be a little temperamental,” Jounouchi says, and presses the stool into the ground on Saphire’s left. “She’s not going to bite you or nothin’, but she’s stubborn.” Jounouchi reaches over and rubs Sapphire on her thick neck. Sapphire turns her head and bumps it into Jounouchi’s shoulder, and he rubs between her eyes with an affectionate coo.

Kaiba glances at them from behind his shades. “She seems to like you well enough.”

Jounouchi turns to him with a smile. “All the horses like me. And I like them back just as much, don’t I, girl?” He makes a kissy face at the horse, ridiculous and over exaggerated, and Kaiba hides his endearment behind a flat expression. How twee.

Kaiba crosses around the front of the horse and stands by Jounouchi’s side. He can smell him from here, sandalwood and deodorant and sweat, and Kaiba can’t keep his mouth from watering a bit. Jounouchi smells like a working man, and it’s making Kaiba a little weak in the knees. 

“How do I get on?” he asks flatly.

Jounouchi looks away from Sapphire to Kaiba with a toothy little grin. “Why don’t we introduce you two first?”

So Kaiba is introduced, standing in front of the horse, holding a small circular cracker in the palm of his hand. It smells sweet, and a little fruity, and it’s sticky in the palm of Kaiba’s hand. He scowls down at it as Sapphire cautiously nibbles on it.

“It’s a banana oat cookie. We make ‘em specially for the horses.” Jounouchi watches as Sapphire finally gets comfortable enough to take the cookie out of Kaiba’s hand and crunch it between her massive, terrifying teeth. Kaiba tries not to jerk his hand away from her mouth. “They’re actually kind of good, if you want to try one.”

Kaiba’s stomach gives a revolted lurch. “I’ll pass.”

Sapphire allows Kaiba to touch her after this, and Kaiba pets her nose, her neck, what of her heaving abdomen that he can around the saddle. Her body is soft, and Kaiba is surprised to feel her heartbeat as he’s rubbing up and down her neck. The horses are all shockingly large, it’s hard to remember that they’re functioning, real organisms underneath it all. But Kaiba’s fingers walk along bone, muscle, fat and skin. She’s startlingly alive under his hand.

Sapphire snorts at him, and Jounouchi puts a hand on Kaiba’s shoulder. It’s warm enough to sear.

“She seems to like you!” Jounouchi says, and Kaiba hums, and tries not to be pleased. 

The actual mounting process is… fraught. Kaiba climbs up on the stepping stool, and Jounouchi keeps his hands on his hips as he guides Kaiba through it, sliding one foot into one of the saddle stirrups. Kaiba puts his hands on top of each other on the horn of the saddle and shifts his weight, a small surge of panic cuts through him when the whole thing slides, like it might come pitching off the horse at any time.

“Easy,” Jounouchi says, like he’s calming an animal instead of another grown man. His hands squeeze around Kaiba’s hips, big, trying to steady him. It doesn’t calm him at all, if the pang of heat in Kaiba’s naval means anything. “The saddle ain’t gonna come off. Just take a deep breath, throw your other leg over, and sit.” Jounouchi’s hands shift again, his thumbs pressing into the middle of Kaiba’s spine, firm pressure, reassuring. His thumbs press in, and Kaiba tries not to comment on the size of Jounouchi’s hands around his waist.

Still, somehow, Kaiba manages to throw a leg over the saddle and sit heavily, and Sapphire lets out a snort in front of him. “Good job!” Jounouchi says brightly, and Kaiba already misses the feeling of his hands on him. Jounouchi just steps closer, puts a hand on Kaiba’s shin, and says, “Gonna have to adjust the stirrups real quick. Uh… your legs are kind of long.”

Kaiba slides his shades on top of his head. “So I’ve been told.”

Jounouchi looks up at him from the ground, flustered, and then sets to adjusting Kaiba’s saddle as he babbles nervously about saddle sizes and the length he rides with them at. Kaiba would be willing to pay more attention if he wasn’t constantly managing his shifting weight as Sapphire decides what leg she wants to lean most heavily on.

Still, he does manage to watch as Jounouchi’s arm muscles flex while he pulls at the leather bindings of the stirrups, tanned skin going hard and taught. His arms are big, teeth sinkingly so, and Kaiba is glad he’s not wearing his shades for the moment to watch them work in full color.

“Okay,” Jounouchi says, and pats Sapphire on the neck. “You should be good to go. Do you wanna try and take a few laps around the arena?”

Kaiba doesn’t. “Fine.”

Jounouchi had given him some instruction before Kaiba had even gotten on the horse, little things to make sure he wasn’t floundering as soon as he was in the saddle. He knows how to hold the reins, how to go and stop and turn. He knows how to do them, but Kaiba is on an animal with its own whims, and he’s more than prepared for experience to outpace knowledge.

Still, Kaiba squeezes the horse around the middle and she sets off on a walk, kicking up dust from the ground, but otherwise, they seem fine. Jounouchi holds the ring gate open for Kaiba to walk through, still getting used to the motion of riding, trying to match Saphire’s lazy stride. 

They make one slow, leisurely turn around the arena, and on the backside of their lap, Kaiba can see Jounouchi, leaned over a post, arms folded underneath his chin watching them. The post is low enough, however, that Kaiba can see Jounouchi folded at the waist, his jeans sitting a little lower, back arched, hips stuck out. He’s got a nice ass, and what Kaiba can only assume are even nicer legs, just as muscular as his arms, thick thighs, just as tan. Kaiba flicks his shades back on to hide his expression. He grips the reins in his hand tight and fights the blood flow to his cock.

”Easy peasy!” Jounouchi says once they reach them, standing straight. “You’re a natural.”

“As if I would be anything less.”

Jounouchi’s eyes widen, shocked, before he throws his head back to laugh, a disastrously ugly sound, cawing and rough and raspy. Kaiba wants to make him do it more. “You folks sure do get full of yourself after one good ride.”

Kaiba can’t help the way his mouth twitches. “You have no idea.”

Jounouchi makes him walk in a few circles around the arena before he lets Kaiba kick up his speed a bit, giving tips and tricks and advice, your posture is good, but try not to keep the reins so close to your chest and don’t kick her unless you wanna break into a trot and give her a second, she’s gotta poop. Kaiba grits his teeth against the sun beating down on him. Gozaburo has put him on an animal that defecates as it walks. This is hell.

Jounouchi looks up at the cloud cover on Kaiba’s third circuit and smacks his hand against the post. “Now that you’ve got the hang of all this, whadd’ya say we go on a trail walk?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Jounouchi grins. “You do. But the trail walks are funnnn.”

None of this is fun, Kaiba thinks, but he shifts his grip on Saphire’s reins to one hand and gestures loosely with the other. “Whatever you think is best,” he says magnanimously.

Jounouchi leads Sapphire back out from the arena to the stable, and instructs Kaiba to stay still while he saddles up.

Unsurprisingly, Jounouchi is an expert at saddling up, loathe as Kaiba is to admit it. He gets Ruby out of the stable without fanfare, and parks her next to the arena posts, using one of the horizontal beams on the fence to push himself into the saddle. He does it all in a few seconds, and from where Kaiba is, he can see the muscles under Jounouchi’s thin tank top sliding gracefully, sweat slipping down from the back of Jounouchi’s neck into the line of the shirt. Kaiba can feel salt on his tongue.

“Alright,” Jounouchi calls, and guides Ruby around like a natural, like an extension of himself. He sits high and flawless in his saddle, thighs spread, smile toothy. Kaiba’s heart tugs like it’s on a lead of its own. “We’re gonna take it real slow, yeah? Nothin’ too hard.”

“Slow,” Kaiba says, even though his tongue feels heavy. “Alright.”

The ranch opens up into a bit of woods on the rest of the property, not perfectly maintained, but still with a clear beaten path from years of riders walking it over and over again. Jounouchi rides in front, tree cover flicking specs of light across his shoulders and mess of hair, and Kaiba thinks he looks a bit like fantasy. Especially in the lazy swing of his hips alongside the movement of the horse, side to side, movement that feeds sinuously into the slow roll of his waist, up to his shoulder. 

Goddamn it. Kaiba is getting hard in his saddle.

Jounouchi glances over his shoulder with a grin. “Doing alright back there, city boy?”

“Fine,” Kaiba spits out. 

The property is pretty, Kaiba can’t lie. He may not like nature, but he can appreciate it, especially after they’ve been riding for long enough that Jounouchi gets comfortable rattling off facts about whatever foliage it is they’re passing through. He’s fairly knowledgeable about the flora around them, naming the trees and their seasonal differences. Kaiba pretends not to listen, but it’s fascinating listening to Jounouchi talk, the way he slows to point things out in underbrush.

Eventually, though, Kaiba’s ass starts to hurt, because he will be the first to admit that he’s more bone than muscle, and the repetitive motion of gently bobbing in the saddle is starting to make him sore. “Jounouchi,” Kaiba calls, effectively cutting him off from an in-depth explanation of which plants are wild and which are invasive. “Are we going somewhere in particular?”

Jounouchi pulls back from riding in front of him to bring their horses side by side, far enough apart that Kaiba isn’t nervous that their animals are going to knock into one another, but close enough that Kaiba can see the start of a tan line where Jounouchi’s tank has shifted on his shoulder. “Thought I already told you to call me Joey?”

“I don’t do nicknames.”

“Aw, why not?” Jounouchi asks. “You jealous ‘cause you don’t have one?”

“I don’t want one.”

“Seto is kinda hard to shorten.”

“I already said—”

“Maybe Kaib? That’s too close to Kaiba though. Hmm…”

“I do not want a nickname,” Kaiba grits out. Above them, the tree cover goes thicker, and the flecks of sunlight around them dull considerably. “Where are we going?”

Jounouchi gives him another one of those thousand watt grins. Ugh. Charmer. “There’s an old stable out here I like showing to guests. I’m not saying more than that, though.” Jounouchi winks. “It’ll spoil the surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises,” Kaiba says flatly. “And I would also like to remind you that I am the heir to a corporate empire and it will be noticed if I disappear.”

There’s another flare of light through the trees, just enough to turn Jounouchi’s eyes earthy and gorgeous, like fresh soil, pure and dark. “I’d never even think of it, pretty boy.”

Kaiba shivers, and then scowls.

They walk extra slow side by side, but Jounouchi doesn’t move, more interested in talking to Kaiba now than he was in playing tour guide. Kaiba learns that the ranch isn’t his family’s, but he helps out here full time to help pay for his sister’s university expenses. His family is from the city, but he likes it more out here with the animals and nature.

“It’s fun seeing the kinds of people that come out here, too,” Jounouchi says, and looks meaningfully at Kaiba. “Not a lot of folks like you, though.”

“There aren’t a lot of ‘folks’ like me anywhere.”

Jounouchi laughs, and flushes, a hand coming up to rub nervously across the back of his neck. “Don’t I know it.”

Kaiba is in the middle of telling Jounouchi what a chess tournament is like when the first clap of thunder sounds. They both go quiet, glancing around, and Kaiba seems to realize that it isn’t the trees that have suddenly shrouded the world in darkness—the clouds have gone storm dark suddenly, and Jounouchi glances up with his eyebrows knit. 

“Shit,” he says. “Looks like rain.”

That’s when the sky opens up on them.

Jounouchi yelps, and the horses whinny unhappily, Kaiba’s grip tightening on Sapphire’s reins. “Shit,” Jounouchi says again, louder, because the sudden rain is coming down so hard that it’s loud, thundering against the leaves and the soil around them. He raises a hand to shield his eyes, and Kaiba curses as he loses control of Sapphire for a moment, taking a half step to the right, clearly not happy to have been caught in the rain.

“Kaiba!” Jounouchi says over the rain, and Kaiba flicks his wet hair out of his face to look at him. “Come on—the stable still has a roof—”

“I’m following you!” Kaiba says, and Jounouchi nods, before he takes his reins in two hands and kicks ruby off into a gallop. Kaiba curses, but does the same, hunched forward the same way Jounouchi is, riding out the quick motion of his horses underneath him.

They speed through the fallen leaves and mud, horses kicking up earth around them, but racing through the cool air on Jounouchi’s tail, rain pouring around them, Kaiba can’t help but feel something easy and light. Untouchable and quick, synching up with Sapphire’s movements underneath him. He’s not prone to describing things as transcendental, but as he sucks in a breath and it’s cold and crisp and green, he sees what Jounouchi means about loving it out here.

They find the stable within a few minutes, waiting in the trees, clearly older and unmaintained but still mostly intact. Jounouchi leads him through the wide entrance and into cover. It’s darker inside than outside a bit, the rain turning the world blue, shadows reaching across the dusty floor, but it’s dry, and that’s really what matters. Kaiba pulls up on Sapphire’s rains to drag her to a stop, one of her legs going out to kick at the floor. She looks the same as he does with her hair wet and falling into her eyes. 

Jounouchi catches his breath still sitting on Ruby’s back, and shoves his fingers through his hair to sweep it out of his face, lips parted, chest heaving. Wet, Jounouchi’s shirt is translucent, enough for Kaiba to see the outline of his naval dipping in, the center line of his stomach, Jounouchi’s dark, delicate nipples. Kaiba’s flash of arousal comes back with a vengeance.

“Sorry,” Jounouchi says breathily. “I didn’t know it was going to rain.” 

Kaiba drops his reins and squeezes a puddle of water out of the edge of his shirt. “I should hope you didn’t.”

Jounouchi's grin turns sheepish, but he dismounts first as Kaiba sits, shivering, in the saddle, rain dripping off of his nose and chin and into his wet shirt. It doesn’t stop him from watching Jounouchi move, from seeing Jounouchi’s shirt ruck up as he slides roughly down the side of the saddle, revealing the pale, untanned skin on his back. Kaiba’s mouth suddenly becomes the driest part of his body.

“Okay,” Jounouchi says, reaching up to squeeze water out of his hair as he crosses around Sapphire and glances up at Kaiba. “We don’t have a stool so… you’re gonna hop down, and I’m going to catch you.” Kaiba raises a disbelieving brow. Jounouchi spreads his arms. “Come on! You’re tall, but you’re definitely light enough for me to carry you. Just hop down. Trust me.”

Oh, god, why is Kaiba cursed to be attracted to stupid, chivalrous men?

He stands in the stirrups, just the way Jounouchi had instructed him, and throws his leg over Sapphire’s back to sit sidesaddle for a moment, legs hanging off of the horse, pointed towards Jounouchi. Jounouchi urges him down with a wave of his hands, encouragement written in his smile, and Kaiba tries to keep down his noise of quiet surprise when he slides down from the horse.

Not that he needed to, of course. Jounouchi catches him true to his word, and Kaiba lands with his hands on Jounouchi’s shoulders, arms around his waist, balls of his feet skimming the ground. Jounouchi grins at him as rain pounds against the roof. 

“Told you I would catch you, didn’t I?”

His smile is ridiculous, wide and genuine and handsome, and as Jounouchi settles him down, his hands don’t move from Kaiba’s waist, and Kaiba doesn’t pull his own away either, settling his arms around Jounouchi’s neck instead. “You did.”

This close, Kaiba can smell him again. He should be disgusting, wet and sweaty, like horses and hay. But Kaiba can smell tangy salt and warm skin, and Jounouchi still hasn’t moved his hands, and they stay looking at each other in the storm dark, under a dry roof.

Kaiba thinks he leans in first. He must, based on Jounouchi’s sharp inhale of surprise. Their lips press for one moment, warm and damp, before Jounouchi wraps his arms around him tighter and pulls him closer. And then Kaiba can melt into the kiss with a sigh, arms crossed loosely behind Jounouchi’s neck, pulled close together. 

It’s one kiss that turns into two, and then three, and then four, and Kaiba gets lost in the taste of Jounouchi’s mouth, the way Jounouchi’s hands squeeze at his waist before they slide down to take handfuls of his ass and pull him closer. Bodies pressed flush, Kaiba knows Jounouchi can feel how hard he is, days’ worth of frustrations built up and bursting in the heat of Jounouchi’s mouth.

Kaiba tangles his fingers in Jounouchi’s hair with a soft, breathy moan. “Ah. Joey.”

“There you are,” Jounouchi purrs, and kisses Kaiba’s cheek, the space underneath his ear. “I knew you wanted to say my name right, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. 

Kaiba takes back every word he’s ever said about nicknames before in his life. Jounouchi has handily proved him wrong.

Jounouchi bites the lobe of Kaiba’s ear and he can’t help his shiver, because he didn’t even realize he’d liked that, before there’s a flash of light Kaiba can see, even with his eyes closed, and then a peel of terrifying thunder. 

Jounouchi and Kaiba both jump, pulling away from one another, and behind them one of the horses whinnies unhappily, and Jounouchi takes his hands off of Kaiba with a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” he whispers, like they’re waiting to be caught. “Let me tie the horses up real quick?”

“Do I get a choice?”

Jounouchi grabs him by the belt buckle and holds Kaiba still while he pops up onto his toes and kisses him one more time. “One second.”

The stable has a few different stalls, and Jounouchi ties Ruby and Sapphire in the one in the middle, as far away from the rain and the thunder as possible. Kaiba leans against one of the support beams in the middle of the stable, watching him, painfully aroused, chewing on his bottom lip. His phone is dry in his pocket, but Kaiba has no desire to check it for once in his life. Not when he can stand here and watch Jounouchi rub the neck of one of the spooked horses, his eyes soft, even in the lowlight, comforting her. Kaiba wants to be bent over and fucked within an inch of his life. 

When the horses are secured, Jounouchi gives Kaiba another one of those tiny, shy smiles, and grabs him by the hand, pulls him into another one of the empty stalls. “Sorry,” Jounouchi says, and lets Kaiba back him up against one of the walls, the difference in their heights pronounced with Kaiba looming over him like this. “Not the best circumstances.”

“Comes with the territory,” Kaiba says, and takes Jounouchi by the face to kiss him again.

It’s different, without the heat of immediacy. Kaiba has time to kiss him, to grind their bodies together, pressing Jounouchi tighter against the wall. Jounouchi has roving hands, gripping his ass, his thighs, pressing flat against his stomach to feel the way Kaiba tenses against him. Kaiba, in turn, strokes his hands down Jounouchi’s throat and over his shoulders, down those gorgeous arms, over his pecs. When Kaiba pulls his head back to watch, their foreheads pressed together, he thumbs at Jounouchi’s nipples, still visible through his shirt. Jounouchi’s moan puffs against Kaiba’s mouth, and he squirms, clearly sensitive. Kaiba wants to lick him there, suck on him, taste him. He tugs the edge of Jounouchi’s tank top high enough to see the V lines of his hips and the flat base of his belly.

“I want to suck your dick,” Kaiba says breathlessly. 

Jounouchi grabs the back of his neck to pull him into another bruising, quick kiss. “Please.”

Kaiba lets Jounouchi suck on his tongue, and he fumbles blindly with the button of Jounouchi’s jeans fingers slipping over the wet button. He’s also distracted because Jounouchi has started nipping at Kaiba’s lips with his teeth, and the air between them feels charged and heavy and Kaiba wants his mouth on all of him.

He gets the button of Jounouchi’s jeans popped through the hole and pulls away, leaves Jounouchi with one lingering kiss to sink to his knees, long legs folded underneath him, Jounouchi’s waist at his nose, fingers hooked in the waist of Jounouchi’s jeans.

“God, you’re pretty,” Jounouchi breathes. “You don’t get down on your knees for a lot of people, do you, darlin’?”

Another one of those damnable nicknames. Kaiba’s cock twitches and drools where it’s trapped against his thigh. “No,” Kaiba says, and pushes the edge of Jounouchi’s wet shirt up with a thumb to press his mouth to Jounouchi’s stomach. “Consider yourself lucky.”

Oh god, the taste. Jounouchi is salt sweaty, masculine, heady. Kaiba’s head swims as he drags his tongue up to Jounouchi’s naval, just tasting, nostrils flaring, trying to suck in more of that gritty scent. Above him, Jounouchi sucks in an audible, shaky breath, and Kaiba lets his moan vibrate against Jounouchi’s pale stomach. 

When he pulls back, Kaiba can see Jounouchi is hard, his jeans so tight on his hips that his cock arcs towards his hip, long and thick and mouthwatering. Jounouchi is bigger than Kaiba here at least, and he flicks his eyes up to look at Jounouchi, panting and low lidded, attention captured wholly by him.

Kaiba breaks out the dirtiest trick he’s got. He leans forward, noses his way against the center seam of Jounouchi’s pants, and pulls his zipper down between clenched teeth.

“Ohmygod,” Jounouchi breathes, and there’s a dull thump when he throws his head back against the wall behind him, his cock twitching under Kaiba’s mouth. Kaiba uses his hands, at least, to work Jounouchi’s jeans down to his ankles.

Oh, Jounouchi’s underwear. The fucking holy land. Kaiba presses his face in the junction of Jounouchi’s thigh, nose right underneath the curving bulge of Jounouchi’s cock and sucks in a breath, lungs filling with more sweat, more heady musk. Jounouchi laughs above him, but it’s a little pinched, like he’s too turned on to breathe right. “Are you smelling me?”

Kaiba doesn’t respond, lost in his own little world, and just noses under Jounouchi’s balls, tongue out, sucking fabric and skin into his mouth, senses filling. His fucking eyes roll back with Jounouchi in his mouth, his cock twitching so hard that Kaiba has to press a hand to himself in his pants. Oh, god, god, Kaiba is going to buy Gozaburo a fucking bouquet after this.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jounouchi says, and Kaiba feels a hand land on top of his head, petting, holding. “You trying to eat me?”

“Yes,” Kaiba murmurs. He drags his tongue along the shape of Jounouchi’s cock in his underwear, and then sinks his teeth into the thick muscle of his thigh, dusted with downy brown hair. He bites so hard Jounouchi takes a fistful of his hair, but he doesn’t pull, and Kaiba leans back to see a perfect ring of his own teeth left on Jounouchi’s thigh.

“Kaiba,” Jounouchi breathes, and Kaiba looks up just to see the wrecked, wholly aroused look on his face. “Come on, baby, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Good,” Kaiba says, and is glad to give Jounouchi some of his own medicine. He wants to watch him squirm. 

Jounouchi groans when Kaiba goes back to his legs, moaning, soft, “Come on, darlin’, please,” and Kaiba ignores him, kissing his way up and down Jounouchi’s legs, stopping to bite and suck on the inside of his thighs, to feel Jounouchi twitch on his tongue. 

The pleading gains traction, Jounouchi moaning, “Ow, fuck, stop it, put your mouth on me,” and “Baby, baby, please, sweetheart I need it,” and Kaiba rubs his palm between his legs to work out the heat sitting under his skin at the way Jounouchi talks to him. He’s fucked plenty of boring, attractive men before who called him whatever filthy name they could get their hands on. Kaiba has been slut and whore and pretty little cocksucker. And he loves it, don’t get him wrong, but nothing feels quite like being Jounouchi’s sweetheart.

Kaiba sucks and bites and licks at the muscles of Jounouchi’s legs until he looks like he’s been mauled, and Jounouchi keeps a firm hand in his hair the entire time he does it. Kaiba presses another chaste kiss to the sticky, wet spot forming in Jounouchi’s underwear, and then shoves his face back into the crease of Jounouchi’s thigh.

“Kaiba,” Jounouchi whines, practically a sob, and Kaiba glances up to watch Jounouchi swallow, overwhelmed, red and panting. “I need you to—I can’t—no more teasing, please. Please.”

Kaiba wraps a hand around Jounouchi’s ankle. “Say it one more time.”

“Please.”

Fuck. Kaiba needs it too.

He eases Jounouchi’s underwear down just enough for the head of his cock, so dark it’s almost purple, as pale as the rest of his untanned skin, to pop out, and then Kaiba fixes his mouth to it, kissing the wet slit while Jounouchi’s hand slips out of his hair. One quick glance up says why—Jounouchi has covered his mouth with both of his hands, and Kaiba’s knees would be weak if he was standing.

Kaiba eases his underwear the rest of the way down and Jounouchi’s cock bobs free, leaking, the tip rested against the edge of Kaiba’s cheek. His cock is so heavy it can’t stand under its own weight, and Kaiba’s mouth fills with needy, excited spit.

Kaiba wraps a hand around the base of Jounouchi’s shaft and kisses Jounouchi’s pretty, heavy balls, sucks at the seam while he strokes Jounouchi’s cock slow. It startles a hiccup out of Jounouchi above, and then a moan, and Kaiba covers Jounouchi’s balls in spit, the taste of the inside of his mouth indistinguishable from the heat of Jounouchi’s skin. He feels like after this, he won’t need to taste anything else ever again.

When Kaiba rises up on his knees to wrap his mouth around the head of Jounouchi’s cock and start to sink down, Jounouchi moves his hands from his mouth to wrap in his own shirt, tugging it up higher, almost to his chest. His head drops back, breath raggedy. He groans, “F-fuck, Kaiba.”

Kaiba hums, and sinks lower, hand still wrapped around the base, guiding it into his mouth. Jounouchi’s cock fills his mouth nicely, perfectly, bumping against his soft palate and then sliding into his throat. Kaiba doesn’t know if he’ll be able to fit it all in his mouth, but if he can’t bury his nose in the thatch of brown hair at the base of Jounouchi’s cock, he’s going to die.

Kaiba bobs his head slow, nodding into the motion, mouth wet and eyes closed. Above him, Jounouchi makes choked, overwhelmed noise, but it all falls to the fucking background. Kaiba is a man on a mission. Kaiba is tracing veins with his tongue and breathing slow through his nose and drooling down his chin, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care because he gets his lips to the edge of his fist on one bob, and he sucks off of Jounouchi’s dick noisily when he comes up, popping off with a ragged breath.

Jounouchi whines. “You’re killing me here, city boy.”

“Shut up,” Kaiba rasps, throat raw. “Hold me down.”

Jounouchi leans heavier back against the wall, cock bobbing and wet in front of Kaiba’s face. “O-on…?”

“Yeah,” Kaiba says, and holds Jounouchi’s eye, licks his lips. “Push me all the way down. Keep me there.” Kaiba reaches for Jounouchi’s idle hand and brings it to his mouth, kisses the palm of Jounouchi’s hand. “I can take it.”

“I’m gonna—” Jounouchi starts, and winds a hand in Kaiba’s hair. With the other, he tilts Kaiba’s chin up to look at him, face impassive, blinking slow. “I’m gonna be jerking off to this for years, just so you know.”

Kaiba hums. “Good.”

Kaiba lets his mouth fall open, tongue lolling out, when Jounouchi wraps a hand around his own dick, and Jounouchi lets out a string of heated, slurred swears. “You have no idea what you look like, do you?” Jounouchi asks. Kaiba looks at him, but doesn’t close his mouth.

Jounouchi holds Kaiba still by the hair as he guides his dick into Kaiba’s throat, hips first, a slow slide. Kaiba breathes slow, fighting not to gag, but when he thinks he can’t any more, Jounouchi pulls his lip between his teeth and pushes. It doesn’t hurt, but Kaiba’s throat flutters, unused to the intrusion, his breath coming quick through his nose. And Kaiba closes that final space to the base of Jounouchi’s thick cock, lips stretched wide, tongue flexing uselessly. 

Kaiba feels tears spring to his eyes as he looks up at Jounouchi, cock buried all the way in his throat. He spreads his fingers on Jounouchi’s thighs, pricks Jounouchi with his nails, not enough to alarm, just to give himself something hold onto. But on his next inhale, his eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering, nose filling with the smell of Jounouchi again, and Kaiba’s self control shatters. His hips squirm, cock twitching, and Kaiba feels like someone has poured lava into his gut.

Jounouchi puts both hands on the base of Kaiba’s skull and holds him down, breathing hard.  “Look at you,” Jounouchi breathes in awe. “Cryin’ just for me.”

Kaiba doesn’t want to pull off. He doesn’t care about anything at the moment other than Jounouchi blinking down at him, mouth curved up, proud and pleased, and shudders through a soft moan.

When Kaiba pulls off, he comes away wet and coughing, and he hardly gets a moment before Jounouchi bends and hauls Kaiba to wobbly legs and pulls him into another kiss, stealing more breath away from Kaiba. He kisses like he wants to taste himself on Kaiba’s tongue, sucking, moaning, and Kaiba lets him, would let Jounouchi do anything.

“Can I fuck you?” Jounouchi asks, mouths still pressed together. “Can I? Can I, please?”

“Yes,” Kaiba says again, because Jounouchi doesn’t need to ask at this point. Yes, yes, yes.

So Jounouchi flips them around, presses Kaiba over at the waist, says, “Put your hands on the wall.” Kaiba listens mindlessly, aching for it at this point. His cock throbs, his insides churning, too warm, he needs Jounouchi. Needs him now.

Jounouchi pulls Kaiba’s pants open so roughly the button pops off, and Kaiba doesn’t care. Kaiba doesn’t care about anything but Jounouchi stripping him bare from the waist down, and then crouching behind him, and pressing his mouth, open and wet, to Kaiba’s twitching asshole.

“Oh god,” Kaiba breathes, and his head dips, head hanging between his shoulders, legs shaking. He spreads his legs a little wider, and feels Jounouchi pull his ass cheeks apart roughly. “Oh god.”

“I gotta open you up,” Jounouchi says against him, and Kaiba shivers, because he shouldn’t be able to feel Jounouchi talking inside of him. “I don’t have lube, but I gotta—”

“Go,” Kaiba urges, hips grinding back against Jounouchi’s face, against the wet friction of Jounouchi’s flexible tongue. “Go, go, go.” Jounouchi has reduced him to monosyllables, and Kaiba doesn’t even know what he’s missing as Jounouchi eats him out, tongue circling his rim, lips fixing to his asshole to suck. Kaiba’s breath stops right there in his chest. His cock hangs between his legs, spilling an embarrassing amount of precum into a mess on the floor.

He doesn’t even notice when Jounouchi’s finger joins his tongue, the burn is so nonexistent. Kaiba thinks anything Jounouchi did to him right now would feel like pleasure, and he bucks his hips back onto the one finger that becomes two fingers, and then three, and Kaiba is going to fucking cum like this and he doesn’t want to.

“I n—I need—” Kaiba pants out, unable to put the words together. Jounouchi grips his thigh so hard Jounouchi thinks he might bruise. 

“What?” Jounouchi asks, frantic, still fucking his fingers inside, wet by his spit, perfect, curving finding—

Kaiba wails when Jounouchi finds his prostate. He can’t stop himself. He slams his fist against the wall. “Inside of me!” Kaiba snaps. “Inside now—” and then, horrifyingly, “Please.”

So much blood rushes through Kaiba’s ears that the world goes quiet for a moment, and Jounouchi stalls behind him, shocked and panting and Kaiba didn’t—he wouldn’t. Seto Kaiba does not say please.

“Sweetheart,” Jounouchi breathes, and kisses the back of his thigh, and Kaiba’s heart pounds angrily in his throat. Jounouchi’s kisses trail up his leg, over his ass cheek, straight up his spine. “Baby,” he says, with his mouth against Kaiba’s shoulder. “Kaiba.”

“Hurry,” Kaiba grits out, reeling, shocked. Jounouchi kisses the back of his ear. Kaiba’s voice softens just barely. “Hurry,” he whispers again, and his voice cracks straight down the middle.

Jounouchi spreads his ass cheeks with his thumbs and spits into Kaiba’s hole, twitching and soft and ready, and Kaiba presses his superheated forehead to the back of his hands when Jounouchi grips him by the hip and starts to push inside.

Kaiba sees stars. Actual, honest, truthful stars. Even with his eyes closed, hiding his face, hiding everything, Jounouchi makes him feel so good Kaiba can’t stand it. He can’t stop shaking, or gasping, and Jounouchi just slides in, easy as anything, his cock perfect, filling all Kaiba’s empty spaces.

“I’ve got you,” Jounouchi says, and wraps an arm around Kaiba’s waist, holding him up, hips flush together. He presses a hand above Kaiba’s on the wall. Kaiba has the ridiculous, fleeting urge to thread their fingers together. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

When Jounouchi moves, Kaiba stops speaking. He can’t. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can do anything other than try not to collapse in Jounouchi’s arms and ride the snap of his hips, shoving them both forward. The stable fills with the sound of pounding rain and Kaiba’s pathetic, shaking whines, Jounouchi’s low moans and stuttering whimpers. They’re a mess, both of them, and Jounouchi is so big that he’s thrusting straight into Kaiba’s prostate like he’s trying to fuck the cum out of him, and Kaiba can barely keep himself standing.

“You’re so pretty,” Jounouchi says, and presses his mouth to Kaiba’s shoulder, a fleeting light kiss. “Knew you were gonna be trouble soon as you showed up, long legs and tiny waist and that pretty mouth. Even in that stupid little rich boy car.”

Kaiba says, “Mmnnggg fuck,” because it’s all he can manage. 

Jounouchi kisses the nape of his neck, grinds his cock deep, and Kaiba balls his hands up against the wall in front of him. “I couldn’t stop watching you ride. Way you move your hips. Oh, god, Kaiba.”

“Cum,” is all Kaiba manages to say. You’re going to make me cum.

“Say my name again,” Jounouchi begs. “One more time, please, please.”

Kaiba winches his eyes shut. He shivers, and tips his head back, enough to feel Jounouchi’s nose brush along his ear, his smell all around them. “Joey,” he gasps.

Jounouchi gasps, and Kaiba cums like someone has ripped it out of him, straight onto the floor, not a hand to be seen. And every breath he takes as he shakes through it is rain crisp, easy, and perfect.

—

They ride out the rain storm without issue. In that Jounouchi cums into the dimples of his lower back, sweeps his fingers through it and fingers open again, and then props himself up on the wall to let Kaiba ride him in his lap so they can kiss. It is, altogether, a very pleasant couple of hours.

When the rain finally stops, the sky is starting to darken, late afternoon light fading turning evening dark. The horses seem no worse for wear, idling peacefully while Jounouchi checks them over. Kaiba pulls on his ruined pair of pants while he watches them, enamored with watching Jounouchi work, useless work, dirty work. Kaiba watches his hands with a fond appreciation.

“Oh!” Jounouchi says, and startles Kaiba, turning to face him. “I almost forgot—there’s a reason I wanted to bring you out here.”

Kaiba raises an eyebrow. “Have we not already done the reason you brought me out here? Several times?”

Jounouchi flushes. “N-no! I mean, I didn’t bring you out here for that, just—”

He takes a few strides over, and grabs Kaiba’s hand, and drags him out of the front of the stable.

Kaiba is too busy watching Jounouchi to see whatever it is that lights up Jounouchi’s face in a small, ridiculously happy smile. Which, for the moment, Kaiba is more than okay with. Because Jounouchi in the sunset, sex sweaty and glowing, is so pretty that Kaiba thinks that every stupid polo match he plays in for the rest of his life will be worth it for a few over warm, humid afternoons.

Jounouchi turns and catches his eye, and his smile spreads wider. He steps close, presses their shoulders side by side. “Look,” he says.

Kaiba turns and glances out, and sees what they missed before in a rush. Flowers.

A field of them, pale blue, poking out of the grass, at least a hundred. They’ve got small leaves, stacked together in a circle, a perfect little sphere, gathered just outside of the stable. After the rain, they’re sparkling slightly, dripping wet, not disturbed at all from where they’d ridden the horses through before. They’re gorgeous.

“They’re not invasive,” Jounouchi says from his side. “They’re wildflowers. Been growing here for years. They reminded me of—” Kaiba turns to look at him. Jounouchi catches his eye, and then turns bright red. “Of… um… of…”

Kaiba blinks. Jounouchi turns his head and avoids his eyes. “Nevermind.”

Jounouchi still has a hand around his wrist, hasn’t let go from where he’d dragged Kaiba over before. Even as he goes tense, clearly embarrassed, Kaiba just looks over the mess he’s made of Jounouchi’s hair with his fingers, the hickey darkening just at the base of his shoulder. Kaiba can’t help his small, private smile. 

He leans over and presses his mouth to the mark he made before, and noses against lingering heat. “You’re an idiot,” Kaiba says. “Tell me about them.”