Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Protecting the Lion ❯ Strong Desires and Cries of Pleasure ( Chapter 16 )

Warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content.

 

Chapter Sixteen

Strong Desires and Cries of Pleasure

 

The short debate over the correct happenings on the sandy beach near the orphanage so many years ago had eased Squall's troubled mind. His obsessed focus had been shattered as soon as his anger had flared. It was more of an amused anger, hardly malicious. His amusement had been over the distorted memories of the cocky blond.

 

Squall was still miffed about the little secret. It had been his first summer in Centra and his rivalry with Seifer had just begun to bloom, hence the bet and his defensive acceptance. If any other person had wagered that he couldn't swim out a hundred meters and back, he wouldn't have cared, but youthful green eyes had stirred something in him. He had stalked off into the waves mumbling under his breath.

 

Now all these years later Squall learned that the entire scenario had masked a different bet. Irvine would be paying for more than that previous overreaction outside his apartment. In truth, he didn't really care. Childish pranks were forgotten easily. He probably would have been less aggravated had Irvine and Seifer confessed after he had been dragged from the water. It was funny how his pride worked.

 

Dinner finished, it was time to turn in for the night.

 

The motley pair climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor. The wooden steps creaked under every footfall.

 

It wasn't until nearing the top of the long set of steps that Squall felt an intense gaze upon himself. This being the second time he felt those jade eyes staring at him, he was compelled to speak up. “Why are you staring at me?” Even though he hadn't turned around to actually catch the blond in the act, the feeling was unmistakable. It was nothing like the unsettling chills his body had felt earlier on the streets, but a fluttering heat in the pit of his stomach.

 

“I'm not,” Seifer stated truthfully. With an impish grin that the brunet couldn't see, he admitted, “I'm checking you out.”

 

The slight faltering of his step was his only reaction, as Squall scowled and continued climbing upward. Seifer was enjoying throwing him off guard. Cursing the blond, who followed rather closely, he tried to ignore the man's presence. Unexpectedly, his wrist was suddenly grasped.

 

Reaching out, Seifer grabbed hold of the brunet's swaying wrist. The movement was stiff as constant indecision plagued his mind. So soon after the end of the only relationship the asocial commander had ever had, and he could think of nothing but claiming those soft lips once again. Ignoring his urges and lustful thoughts throughout dinner had been a struggle and he doubted his ability to share a bedroom without having his perverted way with the younger man, willing or otherwise.

 

Seifer's fingers easily wrapped around the commander's slender wrist, begging the question of how the fighter managed to hold a heavy gunblade steady. He noted the contrast of their skin.

 

Squall tensed up at the contact, but he didn't pull away. Turning, he faced the blond on the stairs.

 

For a long moment Seifer stared at the lax hand in his grip, studying delicate fingers with innocent curiosity. Not thinking, he reached his other hand out, still holding his trench coat in the crook of his elbow, and touched the fingers he studied. They twitched, but still the brunet didn't pull away. Considering the type of person Squall was, no outright refusal was the most permission he was going to get.

 

Squall furrowed his brows in confusion and stared curiously at the bowed head of the blond. The older boy wasn't looking up at him, but seemed fascinated by his hand for some reason. When the ex-knight began to run fingertips over his palm and down his fingers an involuntary shiver wracked his whole body.

 

Noticing the shiver the brunet gave, Seifer had to force himself not to look up. If he looked up, then he might lose what little control he had left. Instead he tried to focus on the soft hand in his hold. It didn't seem possible for Squall's skin to be so soft. Where were the roughened calluses from so many years of swinging a gunblade? And it was such a small hand. He spread the relaxed hand out with his own on top of it. He examined the size difference. His longer and wider fingers dwarfed the brunet's. “You bite your nails,” he observed aloud.

 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Squall fought the cloudy fog taking over his brain. He should pull his hand back. Unable to do so, he settled for commenting in a tone that didn't seem riddled with lust, “Only when Quistis steals all my pens.”

 

Vaguely, Seifer remembered that his short daydream of Squall biting on pens was actually true. Ignoring the tone the brunet held, he moved again on impulse. Bringing the seemingly fragile hand closer, he tentatively took the index finger in his mouth and mimicked the same sort of sucking or biting the brunet would have done to the same appendage.

 

Startled, Squall couldn't help the sudden cry he gave out at the blond's odd actions.

 

Abruptly, Seifer released the commander's hand and finally looked up with an odd glint to his green eyes. Heart in his throat, he wondered if he had just imagined Squall's cry. “Say it again,” he demanded, stepping up and overcrowding the brunet on the same stair.

 

Haze lifting, Squall leaned back as far as he could without falling over or stepping away. “Say what?” he asked, not knowing that he had uttered any intelligible words.

 

Swallowing thickly, Seifer briefly closed his eyes and recalled the voice the brunet had called his name out in. His blood was rushing south, making his cock twitch. Needing to hear it again, he demanded, “Call out my name again.”

 

With his heart racing, Squall fought for control. Just a few minutes ago he had been resolved to ignore that anything had happened between them, which he had assumed the blond had already done. He had decided it was best to not act until he was able to understand it all. The insufferable ex-knight was making it impossible to do so. “S-Seifer,” he said, warily placing his hands against the blond's broad chest. He tried to distance himself without losing ground, but he was more likely to fall backwards or simply throw himself at his rival.

 

Consumed by so many lustful thoughts running rampant in his head, Seifer felt the last thread of control slip away. It was too much to handle, so much want and desire, the likes of which he was not used to. He was too close for the commander to have any leverage in pushing him away. Should the timid brunet retreat, there was no place to run that he couldn't follow.

 

Seifer's arm smoothly wrapped around the smaller man's slim waist. The hands that had feebly warned him to keep his distance now clutched his shirt in apprehension. It was obvious Squall felt just as he did, but the brunet had no idea how to deal with it. For the first time since dinner, he looked into those clouded eyes of the confused man who was pressed closely to him. Noticeably bluer than usual, they were clouded with lust and a longing that he knew his own eyes mirrored.

 

Squall desperately tried to make his body obey the quickly waning reason he had, which told him to move and back away. He knew his time for clear reasoning was short as the blond leaned forward with darkened green eyes that never left his own. His breath hitched when he realized that there was something hard pressing against his abdomen and it was most certainly not Hyperion's hilt.

 

The sensation of Squall's lips was still completely foreign to Seifer. Relishing the softness briefly, he impatiently moved to deepen the kiss. There was too much that his hands wanted to do to the lithe body in his hold. If he lost all control, they would both toppled down the long flight of unpadded steps. He settled for plunging harshly into the warm mouth that tasted of a sweet coconut flavor.

 

“Nngh.” Squall was quickly losing all his senses. He was unable to give voice to even a single word. His knees were going to give way and he was slowly, but pleasurably suffocating. Trying to keep up with the rough and desperate movements of the blond was not possible. Seifer's tongue invaded his mouth with such a harsh force that he could scarcely return any of it with matched fervor. Always up for a challenge, he tried. His own tongue moved against Seifer's. The slick muscle of another roughly gyrating in his mouth was a foreign feel that he didn't think he would ever get used to.

 

Their lips were crushed mercilessly, they both tried to deepen the kiss as much as possible. Slowly, as Seifer seemed to realize that the brunet wasn't going anywhere, he softened his rough handling and slowed the pace.

 

As the blond slowed and pulled back enough to gently bite his bottom lip, a small moan left Squall's throat. The arm around his waist tightened and a hand moved to his hair and tugged his head back slightly. The slight change in angle seemed to be the blond's cue for resuming their previous pace. He was beyond spent. With no breath left to give, his hands tightened their grip on the knight's shirt.

 

Reading the younger man's desperation, Seifer reluctantly pulled back. Breathing heavily, he steadied the other's smaller frame when it lost all tension and leaned against him heavily. The needy grip on his shirt did not relent, something he found terribly satisfying. Looking down, he relished the unguarded and subdued manner in which the brunet recovered from their kiss. His hand was still angling the commander's head back while those blue eyes remained shut tightly. Swollen lips were parted as the dazed kitten panted desperately for air, heated breaths taken in quick and uneven succession.

 

Seifer was a rather practiced kisser, having worked on his skills from a young age. It was obvious that Squall was not used to the act, though that didn't stop the brunet from trying and doing a fair better job than he would have thought possible. With an unfulfilled longing, he realized it didn't matter whether Squall had been the worst kisser in the world, because it still would have been the most arousing experience he had ever had.

 

Patience had never been one of Seifer's many good qualities. It was painstakingly difficult for him to not continue kissing the brunet senseless, until the poor little lion lost consciousness. In compensation for no longer being able to claim enticing lips, he focused his desires elsewhere. Letting go of the dazed man's silky hair, he instead held a narrow chin and directed his rival's head to the side, exposing a slender neck.

 

To heighten his sense of taste, Seifer breathed in deeply while nuzzling the crook of neck and shoulder. Longish strands of hair brushed his upturned ear, tickling a little, but not enough to distract him. He couldn't place the scent. It wasn't like anything he'd smelled before. Desire mounting, he couldn't help but hold the lithe form tightly and do what he felt like.

 

Savoring the moment, all too afraid that it would be another dream where he reached forward but grasped air, Seifer kissed along the slender neck. The commander's skin was smooth against his lips and tasted almost sweet against his tongue. The form in his arms trembled. As he moved higher, the breathless commander craned his head back to give him more room to work. Taking advantage of such exposure, he ran his lips over a delicate jaw and up to the ear. Teasing the earlobe between his teeth, he earned an encouraging moan. The sound was muffled in an obvious attempt to keep quiet. Repeating the same action, he tried to release his rival's voice.

 

Feeling revived, Squall attempted to make things a little less one sided. If Seifer didn't stop biting his ear, he was going to end up making more morbidly embarrassing sounds. Though he was generally an innovator, he couldn't think clearly, so he opted to mimic what he knew to feel good. Moving away from the blond's insatiable mouth, he turned and softly kissed the assertive man's neck. Not really thinking about his actions, he sucked in the same manner that Seifer had done when he'd given him a hickey.

 

“Nnh!” Seifer stiffened suddenly. Between a responsive Squall sucking on his neck and the lithe form pressed tightly against his hardened manhood, he felt the throb of climax begin. It was far too soon and with far too little contact. Not being a pubescent boy, he refused to have such an embarrassing reaction.

 

At the blond's sudden tensing, Squall stopped and leaned back. Afraid he'd done something wrong, he looked up in question and slight apology. Green eyes were clenched tightly shut and there was a noticeable blush to the knight's tanned face. “Seifer?” he spoke in concern, almost dropping his forgotten coat now that he wasn't crushed against the man's chest.

 

Agitated that his body reacted so extremely, Seifer's annoyance was not with the man in his arms, but with himself. He was too excited considering they had only kissed. Shaking his head to the unasked question, he assured the brunet that nothing was wrong. “This is not the place to do this,” he bit out tersely, willing his body to cool down before he embarrassed himself. Hinting that they should move to the bedroom, he loosened his hold.

 

“You're the one who-” Squall started to point out in old habit of contradiction, but Seifer cut him off.

 

“I'll use any excuse to manhandle your ass, so let's go before I decide to carry you,” the blond growled out, needing release.

 

Sensing an unspoken need, Squall complied.

 

Not sure of the way, when Squall reached the top of the stairs, he looked to the blond for directions. Though he stood aside to let Seifer move before him, the older boy instead lowered an arm around his waist and steered him to the left and past a few closed doors.

 

Once inside the room, Squall started to walk farther in, but Seifer didn't seem willing to let him move out of reach. Dropping his coat to the floor, a similar ruffling suggested that the ex-knight had done the same. With one arm already across his chest, another arm shifted to hold him around the waist. His eyes widened slightly when the tall man pressed against him from behind, letting him know the extent of the blond's arousal as it rubbed stiffly against his backside.

 

“Squall,” Seifer said breathily, mustering his last vestiges of control. “I won't force you to do anything.” While he was too hard not to require release, he thought he would at least be able to back off and take care of it by himself if the brunet weren't willing to go that far. If they moved any further, he couldn't promise anything.

 

Figuring out the knight's meaning, Squall searched for his own standing on the matter. He found that sensible reasoning was just not something he was capable of at the moment. Deep down, he knew that all his mixed and confusing emotions were indiscernible because he had never felt them before. It was, if nothing else, a rare chance to fulfill desires he had never had. If it became something they regretted, then they could pretend like it never happened.

 

Having made his mind up, Squall felt more assured of his actions. He might have been unskilled, but at least he was no longer uncertain as well. Wriggling loose, he turned to face the blond. Pressing his own hardening member against the knight's thigh, he stated, “You're not the only one who wants this.”

 

Staring into blue-grey eyes for a stunned moment, Seifer was again forced to rein himself in. Either the pretty boy hero wanted to be fucked senseless or was entirely unaware of just how much he wanted to screw that pert ass until the sexy brunet couldn't stand. Leonhart apparently had no idea what it meant to be the object of another man's lust. Pointedly sliding his hand down along the commander's back, he groped the brunet's cursedly jean clad ass. The movement pressed the smaller man harder against his thigh, earning him a surprised moan.

 

The increased friction sent pleasured shivers down to Squall's groin. Reaching up, he drew Seifer in for another kiss. The blond greedily took control and drove him back demandingly. This seemed to be their rhythm.

 

Not breaking away, they deftly unfastened their gunblades and propped them against the wall.

 

Unable to get enough of the brunet, Seifer carefully stepped towards the bed. With each step forward, he moved the sweetly tasting commander back. It was slow progress given their busied state of kissing each other.

 

Squall's legs eventually met the object they'd been moving towards. Hastily removing their boots, they separated for the first time, only to hastily return to the same heated action.

 

As the knight gently pushed him back, Squall took the hint and lay down. Before he could slide up farther along the bed, the blond pinned him against the mattress. With his feet still planted on the floor, the domineering man carefully positioned a knee on the edge of the bed between his legs, creating friction against his groin.

 

While moving away from Squall's mouth, knowing he needed to be nice and give the brunet some time to breathe, Seifer moved along a delicate jaw. Through his heady lust, he managed to ask an important question, “Is this your first time?” He nibbled the top of the younger man's ear, grinning at the gasped moan given off. When he didn't get an answer, he backed off a little to better let the brunet reply.

 

Tensing slightly, Squall regarded the blond with an uncertain look. He didn't embarrass easily, but he was wary of reaction the truth would receive. “Does it matter?” His admission of inexperience was implied.

 

“A little, so I know to go easy. But, I never really thought you would've been with another guy anyway.” Seifer ran his hands down the brunet's sides and ghosted under the hem of his shirt.

 

“Oh,” Squall murmured involuntarily, wincing at his misinterpretation, but deciding it didn't matter either way.

 

Seifer's eager hands stilled their exploration of supple flesh. A ludicrous thought entered his mind. Gazing up, he looked into the commander's eyes. “What did you think I meant?” he asked, wishing he could ignore his conscience and just fuck the brunet senseless.

 

Assuming it didn't matter either way, Squall answered, “I thought you meant to ask if I'd ever been with anyone.”

 

The ludicrous idea was slowly becoming less outrageous, but still not plausible without actual confirmation. Gulping, Seifer grew somewhat apprehensive, knowing his knightly nature would never allow him to screw a virgin on a whim. “Have you ever had sex with anyone?”

 

Frowning, Squall didn't like the dwindling heat. “No,” he stated, simply not understanding what the problem was.

 

“Shit,” Seifer cursed and slumped in defeat and disappointment. Leonhart was a fucking virgin. His mind tried to grapple with the concept.

 

“What?” Squall asked defensively, sliding farther up the bed and out from beneath the knight.

 

Raising his head, the blond looked into unguarded eyes. “I don't know,” he admitted. He really didn't know why it mattered, but it did. His penis was straining against the confines of his pants and telling him to take the willing lion that very second, and yet he couldn't. “How are you a virgin?” It seemed illogical. The desirable commander had always been easy on the eyes. How was Leonhart a virgin? It made no sense.

 

Frustrated that he had finally been able to let go and heed his desires only to encounter a standstill, Squall regarded the blond with a frown. “I just am,” he muttered evenly.

 

At the slow seeping in of information, Seifer felt another feeling stir within. This new feeling grew exponentially and didn't seem to fit the passionate mood that had been present moments ago. It was almost like an eager giddiness. “So, I'd be your first?” he asked, more to himself than the brunet who was slowly closing up on him.

 

Squall had been about ready to declare his insane desires to be some freak lapse in judgment and leave the room to rid himself of the ache between his legs, but then he caught something odd in Seifer's eyes. He thought the blond was going to reject him, but then a rather goofy sort of grin formed on the man's face and he knew Seifer was still interested. Understanding his rival's sudden excitement, he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This isn't the only first experience you'd be taking,” he commented cynically.

 

Slowly moving his way up the bed to reach the unsullied lion, Seifer felt the new lighthearted feeling mingle with his arousal. Being the arrogant man he was, he was positively elated at the prospect of being the first person to take the commander. He would be the first to tame the lion. His ego swelled in turn with his cock. Lifting the younger man's shirt up, he ran his hands along smooth skin and toned muscles. Remembering Squall's comment, he wondered how long that defiant attitude would stand against his ministrations. “What other experiences?” he questioned, excited fingers moving higher and touching a hardened nipple.

 

Seeing the glint of mischief in the blond's eyes, Squall struggled to keep his wits about him. He failed to suppress the surprised hitch in his breathing at the feel of Seifer pinching his nipple. Gritting his teeth to keep from moaning as pleasure spiked through him, he edgily answered, “If that fumbling use of CPR was really a kiss, then there was that.”

 

Pinching the other nipple, Seifer felt his cock twitch as the lithe form arched into his touch. At the brunet's second admission of the night, he swiftly moved forward to hover over the sultry man and stare down. “That was done all wrong,” he stated, referring to what was apparently his rival's first kiss. He lowered himself, resting carefully against the smaller form. “This is how it should have been.” Gently he pressed his lips to Squall's. Unlike the harsh movements from before, he kept it soft. Running his tongue along an already thoroughly kissed bottom lip, he asked for entrance instead of demanding it. Even after Squall accepted him willingly, he kept it simple and sweet. Mingling their tongues for a short time, he drew back and smirked at the sight of closed eyelids.

 

There were no sarcastic comments or defiant urges left in Squall. He had expected the kiss to last longer and was disappointed when the blond ended it. He couldn't say which he preferred, rough or gentle. He quite liked them both. When the ex-knight reached a hand down and cupped his groin, he arched into the touch and bit his lip harshly to keep from moaning loudly.

 

Green eyes narrowed as Seifer remembered his previous goal to make Squall moan and call out his name in that voice he wasn't even certain he had heard in the first place. Seeing the brunet bite his lip, he was reminded of the boy's stubborn nature that was unlikely to vanish even during the most pleasure filled moments. Making deft work of unbuttoning loose fitting jeans, he was thankful for the lack of belts. Squall didn't seem to have any reservations about going further and he didn't think he was capable of stopping at that point. Taking the next step, he tugged the commander's jeans and pulled them downward.

 

Lifting his hips a little to aide in the undressing process, Squall winced at the feel of cold air. Seifer had pulled both pants and boxers down, exposing his hardened flesh.

 

Jeans tossed aside, Seifer smoothly pulled his own shirt over his head and discarded it. He didn't want to be over dressed for the occasion.

 

Though Squall was hardly an expert on sex, he remained under the impression that there was little difference between the orgasms he had experienced while jerking off, which had only been a few times during hormonal puberty, and an orgasm received from the ministrations of another person. He had already received more physical pleasure than he thought possible. He hadn't imagined kissing to be such an arousing activity. Under such a mistaken impression, he was wholly unprepared for what his rival had in store.

 

Suspecting his untainted rival would be mildly sensitive, Seifer grinned. He relished the sight of the reclining brunet, exposed to him like never before. Squall had such a perfect body, proportioned and sculpted like a work of art. He was not envious since he was quite proud of his own muscular frame, but he knew when appreciation was due. Stirring from his study, he decided to dive right in and drive his rival mad with pleasure.

 

Seifer ran a teasing finger from the base of the exposed length to the tip. His grin abruptly fell at the moan freely admitted from swollen lips. It wasn't quite as unhinged as what he had heard earlier, but it was closer. The sexy voice he was attempting to wrangle out of the brunet was not without its costs. His throbbing erection pulsed dangerously towards climax just from the sound.

 

Making up his mind, Seifer decided that if he were going to ejaculate like some pubescent boy, it would be worth the embarrassment for the sake of hearing his rival screaming his name in orgasmic abandon. Though he had never once felt the inclination to have sex with another man, he had observational knowledge on how to stimulate a cock properly. It wasn't as though Leonhart would be able to know the difference between an experienced mouth and an inexperienced one.

 

Seifer acted with experiences from what had been done to him. Swiping his tongue across the slit of the commander's cock, he felt no qualms when the action caused the brunet to cry out. Holding the base, he was certain that even though Squall wasn't necessarily large, he wouldn't be able to take the entire length. Closing his eyes, he listened to his rival's responses as he slid the engorged flesh into his mouth.

 

“Ahh!” Squall couldn't help it anymore. Though embarrassed at his cries, he was more concerned with the unbelievable sensations Seifer was giving him. How could it possibly feel so good? Hyne, he had never felt such pleasure. “Nnnh!” He gripped the bedding beneath him, his knees bending slightly and falling to the side to give the man better access. He couldn't take much more.

 

Seifer found a steady rhythm, bobbing his head up and down while sucking and licking. He found he was able to take more of the length than he had initially thought, but he wouldn't even bother trying to deep throat. His hand moved to massage nearly forgotten balls. The taste of surprisingly sweet precum was his only warning alongside a rather loud cry. The completely unhinged pitch of the commander's voice was what he had been going for.

 

Feeling himself so close, Squall grasped at the blond's hair and tried to pull the man off. “I'm going to c-come,” he managed to say. Seifer didn't move. Instead, the knight seemed to pick up the pace. It was too much. White spots danced before his eyes as he squeezed them shut. His back arched off the bed and his head pressed harder into the mattress. “Ah-S-Seifer!” he cried his rival's name as waves of pleasure wracked his body and his seed burst forth in an intense shudder.

 

Seifer knew the sensitive brunet's climax was coming, but was oddly compelled to taste just how sweet the man's release was. When Squall finally cried his name, he twitching member jerked precariously near orgasm, already leaking precum.

 

Panting heavily, Squall tried to settle down and catch his breath. His eyelids drooped in a cathartic state of bliss. For several long moments, he drifted in disorientation, his body shuddering every so often. Not relaxing for long, he remembered that he had not been the only one in need of release. After being given such unparalleled pleasure, he couldn't possibly let the favor go unreturned. Sitting up, he frowned slightly at the sight of cum on the blond's chin. It wasn't that he had reservations about it, but he imagined the stuff didn't taste very good. He wouldn't apologize though, not after giving the blond a fair enough warning.

 

Intent on returning the favor, Squall cupped the prominent bulge in Seifer's pants. The blond groaned, but then grasped his hand and pushed it away.

 

“I'm afraid, I'm too close for any real fun,” Seifer informed. The brunet was completely oblivious to the effect he had on him.

 

Insistent and stubborn, Squall refused to be the only one to receive anything that night. Leaning close, he kissed the blond, deepening it just enough to taste the surprisingly sweet flavor that hadn't been present before. Curious at the strange flavor, he wondered if Seifer's release tasted the same as his own. Determined to find out, his hands fumbled with the single button and zipper of his rival's pants. The throbbing member within was too erect to remain concealed. The tip had pushed above the rim of the blond's boxers and once the pants were unzipped, it pushed its way out into the open. Eyeing the darkened flesh, Squall was resigned to being physically smaller than Seifer in every respect.

 

Pearly drops were already dripping along the side, while the tip glistened an angry red color. Not wanting to make the man wait, Squall shifted into place, bending down to access the knight's cock with his mouth. Licking the head gently, he tasted the blond for the first time. It was a rather bitter and salty flavor, but he wasn't turned off by it. Though he had a bit of a sweet tooth, he could make an exception. As he moved to take the wide length in his mouth, his choppy hair fell forward. Wincing at the mouthful he had, he wondered how anybody could do it. Refusing to give up, he moved up and down a couple times before feeling his gag reflex kick in.

 

Pulling off, Squall coughed. Before Seifer could stop him, he attempted it again. This time he started a little easier, focusing more on the tip and avoiding taking too much. It was difficult to find the right rhythm between bobbing his head and sucking. After growing somewhat comfortable, he attempted to incorporate his tongue, but it was overwhelmed once again. He settled for using his tongue when only the tip in his mouth.

 

Watching the determined lion attempt to service him was the last straw. While the brunet sucked on his cock's sensitive head, Seifer felt himself shudder. “Fuck, Squall, if you do that…” All too soon he found himself climaxing into the mouth of an unsuspecting commander.

 

At Seifer's words Squall had started to pull back, but warm fluid spurt out too quickly. Unable to contain it, most of it trailed down his chin. Reflexively a hand wiped at it. Curious in the silent moment after, he held his hand aloft and observed the sticky release. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he started to lick it clean. It was definitely an odd taste, but in his unconscious decision that the act of fellatio was another skill for him to acquire, he decided he could get used to it.

 

Having spent himself, Seifer looked over to Squall. His green eyes widened as he saw the naïve man sampling his seed. While part of him wanted to laugh at the mixture of curious questioning in those blue-grey eyes, another part of him found the scene highly arousing. Pouncing forward, he pinned the brunet beneath him. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” Seeing the stunned look on the beautiful face, he leaned in and kissed his formal rival turned attractive sex demon.

 

Both having spent themselves, they slowly dwindled their actions down to soft kissing. Sated and tired, they wound up sharing the one bed, drifting off without question of what would become of it all in the morning. Having never been anything but rivals, the day's events were a very unpredicted turn. Neither man had acted with any understanding, just overwhelming desire.

 

 

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