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Yuugi's lying on his back in the apartment they share, hands above his head, wrists bound together by almost the same kind of leather cuffs he usually wears. He looks up at Jounouchi so expectantly, muted excitement that suggests he's holding himself back, but just barely. "I'm alright, Jounouchi-kun," he says for the third time since Jounouchi tied him up.
It still feels a bit surreal, being together like this with Yuugi, especially with the new addition of the whole bondage thing. Jounouchi guesses it makes sense, what with Yuugi always dressing like that the entire time they've known each other, but he never really thought about it. Until last week, when Yuugi—a little bit shy, a little bit bold, and entirely heartstoppingly endearing—asked if Jounouchi would consider tying him up and choking him out.
So Jounouchi has been easing into it, sort of. Yuugi likes to leave his shirt on, but the lower half is fair game. It's certainly not the first time they've touched each other, or slept together, but this feels so different and special that Jounouchi is trying his hardest not to fuck it up. His hands traverse Yuugi's body: the veins in his arms, down to each side of his waist, down to each thigh where Yuugi's legs are parted so Jounouchi can sit comfortably between them. It's never been a surprise to Jounouchi that he's bigger than Yuugi, but he's never been more aware of it than right now.
"You look nervous," Yuugi says.
"Guess I kinda am." Jounouchi grins reflexively; Yuugi's caught him.
"We don't have to do this right now, Jounouchi-kun, we can stop—"
"No, no, aaagh, it's not that! It's not. I wanna do it for you, I'm just." He shakes his head, trying to clear away the painful and insistent memories of their duel at the docks during Battle City, something that's been resurfacing in his consciousness lately. Back then, he promised to himself he'd never, ever hurt Yuugi again, no matter the cause. Yuugi was so gentle and kind, even then. Especially then.
"It's okay," Yuugi says. "I trust you." And Jounouchi can see in Yuugi's eyes that it's true; Yuugi looks at him with nothing but affection and love.
Well, Jounouchi isn't about to let him down.
Careful, Jounouchi skims his hands back up Yuugi's body, settling them around Yuugi's neck. He can feel Yuugi's heartbeat quickening against his fingers, and it occurs to him that he is, quite literally, holding Yuugi's life in his hands. "Y'alright?" Jounouchi says, surprising himself with how low and husky his voice comes out.
Yuugi nods. Jounouchi feels the slight tremble of Yuugi's breathing under the skin of his throat, fragile and precious. It's right there—Yuugi is right there, wanting—
Jounouchi, ever so slightly, presses his thumbs forward. Yuugi's breath catches, nothing more than a little "ah" before he goes quiet. This isn't the first time Jounouchi has grabbed a guy by the neck, but the whole of his experience is street fighting and roughhousing and, very occasionally, self-defense at home, before he moved in with Yuugi. Never before has he considered how delicate the windpipe is, nor how Yuugi would look with his eyes glazed over and unseeing from a dangerous lack of air.
The moment can't last more than a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity to Jounouchi before he releases Yuugi. "Jounouchi-kun?" Yuugi asks quietly, his voice a little scratchy. "Are you okay?"
Shit. He can't just tell Yuugi that he's accidentally started thinking of it in terms of bloodsport, rather than the carefully-negotiated, consensual touch that Yuugi wants. "I should be asking you that!" he says, his face burning hot.
Yuugi's face blooms into the most wonderful smile, the one that's always captivated Jounouchi's heart. "Yeah, I'm alright. You didn't really put any pressure on my neck. Um, can I show you…? How to hold your hands, I mean."
Jounouchi exhales, half-relieved and half-frustrated. For a second he'd really thought he was going to strangle Yuugi and cause permanent damage or lose the most important person in his life or something, and here's Yuugi telling him the exact goddamn opposite. "Yeah. Oh, hold on," he mutters, realizing he'll have to unbind Yuugi's wrists.
"Thank you," Yuugi says brightly. "Give me your hands? Like this…" He takes Jounouchi's hands under his own and guides them to his neck. "You can press down harder, I promise. If you do it like this—" Yuugi pushes his fingers against Jounouchi's, so his pulse beats strong against the pad of Jounouchi's thumb. "I'm not as fragile as I look, I swear! Just only do it for a few seconds at a time and I'll be okay. I'd signal if I wasn't."
"Man, how the hell do you know so much about this?" Jounouchi asks, half-joking, as Yuugi raises his arms again for Jounouchi to re-cuff him.
"I'm on forums online," Yuugi answers, completely earnest.
Jounouchi might not outright admit it, but he does feel better about this now. Yuugi placing his hands for him has renewed his interest, or maybe provided him with the confidence he needs to actually go through with it. Yuugi's right about the signal—why didn't Jounouchi think about that before? This is about Yuugi trusting him, sure, but it's a two-way street. I've… I've gotta trust Yuugi too.
They ease back in, with Jounouchi leaning down to touch and kiss Yuugi, to work him over until he's pliant and desperate and wanting. He moves Yuugi around as he sees fit, lifting Yuugi's legs so he can crush their bodies together or tilting Yuugi's head to one side to bite along his neck. Yuugi's soft moans degrade from Jounouchi's name to blissful incoherency, nothing more than little whines of pleasure. Jounouchi rubs up against him, cock hard against Yuugi's thigh; how could it not be, when Yuugi is so cute like this and trusts in him so completely? How did Jounouchi not realize sooner that what Yuugi wants is to be at Jounouchi's mercy, and how did he not see how endearing and how hot that is?
When Jounouchi curls his fingers around Yuugi's throat this time, it's much smoother, knowing now what he should be looking for. Yuugi's pulse is quicker than it was before, but Jounouchi is pretty sure he's got the position right, and— no hesitation, trust Yuugi —he squeezes.
Yuugi goes silent, his lips slightly parted mid-gasp. Release. Yuugi inhales, and Jounouchi bears back down. Hold. One. Two. His dick feels like it's going to rip his boxers in two. Release. Yuugi gasps, smiling, his body trying to shift under Jounouchi's weight but finding no purchase. Again. Squeeze, lovingly, admiring the glassy look in Yuugi's eyes and the frantic heartbeat against his palm.
When Yuugi seems to have had his fill, Jounouchi lets go, bringing his hand instead to lightly touch the side of Yuugi's face. "Doin' alright, man?" he asks. Yuugi nods, looking dazed but happy. "Yeah. I got you. Don't worry," he says, as much for Yuugi as it is for himself. No longer concerned about hurting Yuugi now that the act is done, he simply follows what feels right: tearing off his boxers and fervently, desperately, pushing forward into Yuugi. And Yuugi is so soft and wet right now that it's electrifying, and somehow still completely new. He really liked that. I did this to him—I did this to him! The thought has Jounouchi giddy, triumphant, with his fingers rubbing frantic strokes against Yuugi that barely keep time with the pace of his hips. But, as he feels Yuugi silently shudder and convulse and clench around him, he doesn't think either of them is of any mind to care about the details.
They lie together like that, quiet except for the sounds of their breathing, for a long moment afterwards. Jounouchi leans up briefly to undo the strap around Yuugi's wrists, and feels his heart swell when Yuugi weakly uses what little strength he still has to wrap his arms around Jounouchi's back. If Jounouchi didn't feel like Yuugi trusted him completely before, he sure as hell does now, especially when he rolls over and pulls Yuugi (limp, soaked in sweat, and still smiling like he just won a tournament) into his arms.
"Yuugi," Jounouchi starts, idly running his fingers through the hair at the back of Yuugi's neck.
"Mmnn?"
"That was kinda intense, huh?"
"Mm." Yuugi nuzzles his face into the small dip between Jounouchi's neck and collarbone. He seems like he's in a place beyond words, fucked out and tired from such an overwhelming experience. That's fine. Jounouchi feels even more protective of him like this, wanting to hold him close and take care of him and keep him safe from any harm.
Another long moment of silence. "You, uh, need anything?" Jounouchi asks awkwardly, figuring Yuugi probably wants some water or a shower after all that.
Yuugi makes a noise that sounds like a no. "Thank you," he finally adds, his voice small and yet so warm.
"Hell yeah," Jounouchi says, ruffling Yuugi's hair. "Just lemme know if you need anything. Could go watch a movie or something. Or play Duel Monsters. Eh, you'd probably still win, huh…"
This gets a tiny laugh out of Yuugi. "You never know until the duel's over, Jounouchi-kun," he says, his voice a little raspy. (Jounouchi finds it incredibly cute, somehow, and pulls Yuugi just a bit closer.)
"Haha, gotcha. So you up for it?"
"In a little bit," Yuugi says, sounding like he's about to fall asleep.
Jounouchi doesn't mind waiting. Jounouchi's more than happy to hold him until then.