“Wanker? Then I suppose I won’t buy you any for dinner, then.”

“Fucker you had better.”

"Sorry, can't hear you over the wanker comment you made..."

"Wanker? Then I suppose I won't buy you any for dinner, then."

The tongue ventured deeper into his navel, sinfully and selfishly claiming it as his. Zorc’s eyes were full of lust, and he knew that his slave would be able to see it too. “I had hoped you would. I would have tried to convince you to reconsider.” While he kept Bakura’s wrists together behind his back in one hand, his free hand fell to his crotch, trying to find the opening to his pants. “I hope you don’t mind me heading south… or do you like me here?” He stopped digging in with his tongue, and began to rim the outside of it. He himself let out a deep moan, placing kisses one after enough with every circle made around his navel.

“Do whatever you want,” he breathed out gently before trembling.

“I’m the slave here aren’t I?”

It was a weird role play but one that Bakura was into.

"Yes, but..." One more kiss was placed on his navel before Zorc took a break. "...I don't want to cross any boundaries that you have. If anything makes you too comfortable to do, say something. Neither one of us will enjoy this if you're hurting."

The tongue ventured deeper into his navel, sinfully and selfishly claiming it as his. Zorc's eyes were full of lust, and he knew that his slave would be able to see it too. "I had hoped you would. I would have tried to convince you to reconsider." While he kept Bakura's wrists together behind his back in one hand, his free hand fell to his crotch, trying to find the opening to his pants. "I hope you don't mind me heading south... or do you like me here?" He stopped digging in with his tongue, and began to rim the outside of it. He himself let out a deep moan, placing kisses one after enough with every circle made around his navel.

//How does he react to the nape of his neck being rubbed and massaged while his hair is played with? :O Does it bother him, or does he practically melt like I do?//

“Yes, a slave. I would pay a pretty penny for you.” He took a hold of Bakura’s wrists and held them behind his back in his hand. He licked his lips slowly, drooling over the thought of pulling Bakura over to him by his shackles. “Would you like to be my slave, Bakura? I would take excellent care of you. Even just be my slave for one night and see how you feel on the idea.”

He wanted to say no, to scream and hit the other, tell him that he was ridiculous for even suggesting it…

But none of that came. Instead Bakura found himself blushing a deep carmine and looking away as Zorc held his hands. A brief hesitation filled the air before he spoke.

“I guess I’m willing to try one night, at least.”

Zorc purred contently, tightening his grip on his wrists so he couldn’t squirm or move at all. He placed the gentlest kiss on his navel, letting his lips brush over the skin ticklingly, wanting to watch his temporary slave squirm from his touches. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to take excellent care of you. Now, let’s get you some shackles, because I don’t want you to have any freedom to move…”

“Going all out, are you,” he said, blushing and struggling for only a moment, to test the other’s hands and the strength in them to keep Bakura in line.

“Been planning this? Seems that way with the preparation.”

"I've been planning it for the last week, if I'm honest." Watching his struggle in his grip made him tighten it even more and chuckle. "You don't mind, though, right? It's only for 24 hours." Zorc dipped his tongue inside his bellybutton and pulled him closer to him. He met his eyes with Bakura before swirlinging it around inside. Shackles would have to wait for a moment...

“Yes, a slave. I would pay a pretty penny for you.” He took a hold of Bakura’s wrists and held them behind his back in his hand. He licked his lips slowly, drooling over the thought of pulling Bakura over to him by his shackles. “Would you like to be my slave, Bakura? I would take excellent care of you. Even just be my slave for one night and see how you feel on the idea.”

He wanted to say no, to scream and hit the other, tell him that he was ridiculous for even suggesting it…

But none of that came. Instead Bakura found himself blushing a deep carmine and looking away as Zorc held his hands. A brief hesitation filled the air before he spoke.

“I guess I’m willing to try one night, at least.”

Zorc purred contently, tightening his grip on his wrists so he couldn't squirm or move at all. He placed the gentlest kiss on his navel, letting his lips brush over the skin ticklingly, wanting to watch his temporary slave squirm from his touches. "Thank you. I'll make sure to take excellent care of you. Now, let's get you some shackles, because I don't want you to have any freedom to move..."

"Yes, a slave. I would pay a pretty penny for you." He took a hold of Bakura's wrists and held them behind his back in his hand. He licked his lips slowly, drooling over the thought of pulling Bakura over to him by his shackles. "Would you like to be my slave, Bakura? I would take excellent care of you. Even just be my slave for one night and see how you feel on the idea."

Zorc ran his fingertips around Bakura’s stomach, drawing shapes on his belly and circling his navel slowly. “And your cooperation is very out of character for you. When have you gotten to be submissive like this?” He led him to the couch, where he sat and devoured the sight of his toy dressed up deliciously for him. Shackles were a definite must…

“Who the fuck says I’m submissive,” he growled though the way the other traced over his body and looked hungrily at his body made Bakura trembled and blush.

The god leaned forward and plant a kiss on his abdomen, running his thumb over the area where he kissed him, and planted another kiss down on top of it. "You're not smacking me or forcing me away. It's almost like you're giving yourself to me. You would make for an excellent slave." Zorc caressed his sides and gave his bellybutton a few gentle kisses, each lasting longer than the last.

Zorc ran his fingertips around Bakura's stomach, drawing shapes on his belly and circling his navel slowly. "And your cooperation is very out of character for you. When have you gotten to be submissive like this?" He led him to the couch, where he sat and devoured the sight of his toy dressed up deliciously for him. Shackles were a definite must...

“Did you even look in the mirror?!” Ridiculous? Well, ridiculously appetizing was more what he was looking for. “I must say, I really appreciate you trying it on for me. Do you think you…could keep it in for…a while? It’s ravishing on you…” Zorc gestured him to a nearby mirror so he could eat up his own tasty appearance.

Bakura growled for a moment but went to the mirror the other pointed out. The way the black thin fabric clung to certain areas of his pale skin, while hanging from other places…

Maybe it looked a little good on him.

Zorc slipped behind him and slipped his hands across his bare stomach, clawing gently at the flesh possessively. "You look stunning in it," he purred, nibbling at his ear gently.

"Did you even look in the mirror?!" Ridiculous? Well, ridiculously appetizing was more what he was looking for. "I must say, I really appreciate you trying it on for me. Do you think you...could keep it in for...a while? It's ravishing on you..." Zorc gestured him to a nearby mirror so he could eat up his own tasty appearance.

“And where the hell do you think you’ll be staying? At your new baby’s place? Really, it’s quite despicable. You’re involving someone else into the mess, playing with their heart to break Marik’s. Where are you going to be when they find out that you’re still in the relationship with Marik and that you’re cheating on him with them? You think they’ll sit well with that?” Why was he scolding him instead of applauding him? This was pure cruelty and sinful, something he would hold Bakura up high for. But it didn’t sit well with him. The sudden 180-flip, wanting to get back together with Marik but suddenly stabbing him in the back? There was something suspicious in this, because it sounded like someone was taking his toy away from him. “As long as you’re still in this house, I demand to know what has gotten into you. Did you even seek this person out on your own? How long have you been seeing them?” Zorc didn’t want to play cupid, but his toy belonged with the pretty idiot, not this skank he’s been seeing lately. And he was going to get the two morons back together for his own sake.

“Just when the hell did you start giving a damn about other people? I didn’t take you as a very caring person. In fact, I would have thought you would be egging on such dickish behavior, not telling me off like some brat you have to keep an eye on.”

"I'M NOT." He growled, cutting off Bakura's way so he couldn't leave. "I'm not at all a caring perso--Egging on? So you want validation from me, as well? Has Marik hurt you that bad, or have you always been this pathetic?" Of course he was a brat he had to keep his eyes on. If Zorc looked away, the boy goes and does this shit.

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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too