Yugi seemed to pause in deep thought whenever his small hands reached out to clench around Kaiba’s wrists, pinning him down. There was always a moment of tensing, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it ripple of taut, defiant muscle across those long, slender arms, his pectorals and the elegant curves of his ribs in sharp relief as Kaiba drew a deep breath and glared up at him. The raw smell of metal, pure adrenaline fogged Yugi’s senses at the idea that he was allowed the pretense of power over that proud, noble, dangerous body. It was like a game – the best game they’ve ever played.

(Source: paint-yoo-gi-oh)