I turn on the gas and put a pan on top of it. While the butter is melting, I mix everything in a bowl.

God, last night... I close my eyes for a second. I just can't resist but do a twirl.

"You're energetic this morning," Yami says, again with that delicious smirk on his face. I hadn't heard him enter the room. I gasp as he catches me twirling in his kitchen, wearing his shirt.

I purse my lips. "You hungry?"

"Very," he says.

"I'm making pancakes," I smile.

A few minutes later, we sit down at the dinner table and we eat our food. When we're almost finished, he looks at me and grabs my hand, that is covered in sugar.

He brings one of my fingers to his mouth and slowly starts to suck on it. I bite my lip due to the sudden sensation. When he sees it, he leans forward to tug at my lip with his teeth.

"Lets get you cleaned up," he whispers into my ear as he let go of my lip and points to my sugar covered hands.

He stands up and I follow him to the bathroom. There stands a huge bath in the middle of the room, and it's already entirely filled with steaming water.

He suddenly stands in front of me, and he starts to unbutton my, or actually his, shirt. I'm not wearing any pants, only my boxers. The corners of his mouth curl up as he sees how I'm pitching a tent already. He slowly kneels down in front of me and removed my boxers with his teeth.

He strips down of his pyjama pants and he wipes one of my golden bangs out of my face and puts it behind my ear. He leads me to the bath, made of strong white stone.

"Mr Muto," he says as he holds out his hand.

I take it and step into the bath. The hot water feels stingy, but good. Then I sit down, and not much later I feel Yami sitting down behind me. He wraps his legs around mine, so that I sit exactly between his legs.

He reaches for a bottle of body wash and squirts some into his hand. He rubs his hands together and then he closes his hands around my neck and starts to rub the soap into my neck and shoulders, with his slender but strong fingers. I groan. His hands feel so good.

"You like that?" he asks teasingly.

I moan. God, I am almost panting already. He stops and reaches for a washcloth, and squirts some more soap onto it. Then he leans down and washes between my legs. I hold my breath.

He wraps his hand, together with the washcloth around my erection and he stimulates it with his fingers. He keeps me in place with his legs still wrapped around mine, like a cage, holding me prisoner. He moves his hand up and down, and I can feel it burning inside me. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. My hips are moving at the same rhythm of his movements.

"Oh... Please..." I whisper. My whole body stiffens. I can't move.

Although I can't see it, I know that he is smirking. Then he suddenly stops and releases me. "I think you're clean enough now," he whispers.

"Why...?" I pant.

"I have other plans for you, Yugi," he whispers while biting my earlobe. "Turn around. I need washing too."

I turn around to face him. I gasp. His erection is above the water line. I realize that I'm staring. It is the first time I see it. Wow... He wants me to touch him?

I glance up at him and come face to face with the grin on his face. I smirk at him as I squirt some soap on my hand and rub my hands together, just like he did. Then wrap my hands around his length and carefully move up and down. He closes his eyes and he groans. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and I reflexively grasp him tighter. A moan escapes his mouth.

Hmm... Fuck my mouth... I remember how he had pushed his fingers into my mouth and told me that he wanted to...

While he still has his eyes closed, I lean forward and place my lips around him and slowly I start to suck, running my tongue over the tip.

His eyes fly open and he moans. "Yugi..."

I suck harder. He's so soft and hard at once...

"God..." he groans and tilts his head back and closes his eyes again.

I move down, and push him into my mouth. He groans again and he clenches his teeth, and while wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I push him deeper into my mouth.

"Oh my... How far can you go?" he moans.

I swirl my tongue over the tip, round and round, sucking harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

"Yugi, I'm going to come in your mouth," he says, his breathing is ragged. "If you don't want me to... Stop now..." he pants. His eyes are wide, filled with delicous need. Need for me.

Then he cries out and I feel his warm liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly.

He has still closed his eyes and he is still panting heavily. "Don't you have a gag reflex?" he asks. He doesn't wait for an answer. "God that was good... Have you done this before?" he asks.

"No..." I say.

"Good," he says, relieved maybe.

"Come with me... I owe you one..." he says. He slowly gets up and climbs out of the bath, giving me a full glimpse of his body.

He wraps a towel around his waist and holds out one for me, too. I climb out of the bath and he wraps the towel around me, pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and soon he is exploring it. He picks me up bridal style, and while still kissing, he walks back to his bedroom.

"Do you trust me?" he asks. He continues kissing me, removing my towel, tugging at my lips and playing with my tongue.

I nod as he releases me.

He smirks. "Stay here," he says.

He leaves the room, but a few seconds later he returns, with a tie in his hands, familiar to the one he wore with the interview.

"Hold out your wrists," he says.

I hold out my wrists, and he binds my hands together with the tie, knotting it firmly.

Then he pushes me down on the bed and pins my hands above my head.

"Hold them there. Understand?" he says.

I gasp and I look at him, slowly nodding.

"Tell me you understand," he says.

"I won't move my arms," I whisper. I'm shivering. I want him.

"Good boy..." he whispers.

He leans down and I feel his tongue on my chest. I close my eyes, but I reflexively move my hands to touch him.

He stops with what he's doing and pushes my hands down again. "Stay still," he orders.

I start to pant as he continues. His tongue slides to my navel. Oh my...

"Say yes..." he murmurs against my skin.

"To what...?" I pant.

"Being mine..."

I quiver. His tongue is still sliding down to meet my... I groan.

"Yami!" someone suddenly yells. It's a woman's voice. My eyes shoot open and look at him.

"Fuck," he suddenly sits up. "It's my mother."

I can't help but bite my lip to hide my grin.