Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ball of Yarn ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rain Camui 
Seifer x Squall. Yaoi, Lemon. Seifer has a gift for his sex kitten. . .
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.17.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Seifer x Squall. Yaoi, Lemon. Seifer has a gift for his sex kitten. . .
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.17.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Not mine. . . anyone want to give them to me?
Warnings: Yaoi, POV, PWP, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: Sure, if you want it. Just e-mail me: rain@silent-desire.com
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Summary: Seifer has a gift for his sex-kitten. . .
*~*~*
Ball of Yarn:
For a long time, I contemplated whether or not Squall was part feline. While he was on the battlefield, he was a proud lion hunting down his kill and taking charge. But while he was in the confines of our room, he became a sultry sex-kitten that loved to pounce and play with me. No one was able to witness this side of Squall except for me. Shortly after the war ended and I returned to Garden, Squall and I started a new relationship. He and Rinoa had broken up, so I offered myself in an attempt to help him forget about her. We never intended to make our relationship emotional, but that is what happened. Neither of us minded; it just came as a surprise when we started realizing there was more to our relationship than just sex. Squall and I balanced each other out in ways that no one else could. Squall opened himself up in ways that no one else had managed, and Squall opened me up in ways I had never let anyone else do. Our relationship was loving and completely emotional, but it was kinky as hell and I had no complaints about that.
I had gone into the town of Balamb a few hours ago, and when I passed a convenience store I couldn't help but notice that their yarn was on sale. I had walked in and purchased it without a second thought; the image of Squall naked and tangled up in yarn was a visual that refused to leave my mind. Even after spending three years together, our sexual attraction towards each other hadn't dwindled. In fact, as more and more time passed, Squall became kinkier and more comfortable with his body. In the beginning, he had been shy and meek about his body; he would cover himself up with his hands, trying to hide his nakedness from my eyes, but as time went on, he became more comfortable. Now, he was able to walk around naked in our dorm room without blushing until he turned as red as a tomato.
I sat down on our bed and pulled the yarn out of the package. It was a dark blue and wrapped up into a tight ball. The string was fat and strong enough to bind something together - such as sexy SeeD Commanders. I was certain that Squall would be able to break the string if he wanted to, but that was only if he _wanted_ to. I was certain Squall would have no objections towards the yarn. He was a kitten, and kittens loved playing with yarn; it was animal instinct to claw into something so enticing. A ball of yarn just screamed at a cat to rip it up into shreds.
I shrugged off my trench coat and dropped it to the floor, feeling the cool air from the windows brush across my skin. While I knew a lot of people recognized me because of my trench coat, I couldn't part with the old, beige material - the same way Squall couldn't part with his bomber jacket.
The door to our shared room opened, revealing Squall who was carrying a plastic bag in his arms.
"Hey baby," I said with a smile.
"Seifer? I thought you had a class to teach today."
After I became a SeeD, I decided to become an instructor. I figured it would be fun to order people around, and I had to admit that I was right in my assumption. There was no better feeling than yelling at someone for absolutely no reason. I had become bored waiting for missions to come up, and the way Squall spent a great deal of time in his office, so I decided to boss around the little kiddies and make sure the under classmen knew what they were doing.
"I cancelled it," I said. "I had to pick something up from town."
"Hn." Squall set the packages down on the long counter separating the room from the kitchenette. Now that Squall was the official commander, he had been given a larger room; we had a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a small patio outside.
"What's in the packages?" I asked, hiding the ball of yarn behind my back.
"Dinner."
"Hey, c'mere for a sec." I motioned Squall over with a flick of my wrist. "I got something for you."
Squall walked towards me with an unconsciously sexy sway to his hips. I both loved and hated the way he walked. I loved it because he looked incredibly sexy, and the sway just drew attention to his firm bottom, but I hated it because it caught everyone else's attention as well. Even now, after catching me, a gorgeous sex god, he still didn't believe that he was beautiful.
I pulled Squall into my lap, facing him sideways. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders, while the other sat gingerly in his lap. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his plump lips, pushing my tongue past his teeth and tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Squall moaned and wrapped both arms around my neck, pressing his body closer to mine.
When we broke off the kiss, I wrapped one arm around his slim waist and held up the ball of yarn in my other hand.
"Here." I handed the yarn to Squall, who took it hesitantly.
"What's this for?" He stared at it for a moment, and then looked up at me.
"Take off all your clothes and I'll show you," I whispered to him in a low voice.
A sultry smile graced his rose petal lips. He stood from my lap and handed me the ball of yarn. I took it from his hand and watched, watched as he dropped his bomber jacket to the floor.
Sunlight streamed in through the patio door and opened windows. Outside, I could hear the sound of birds chirping, but it was becoming drowned out by the sound of blood rushing through my veins.
Squall stood in front of me and the bed with a predatory expression on his face. The sex-kitten in Squall had emerged for a little play time, and I grinned when he tugged his white, short-sleeved shirt over his head. While he had a slim build, he was well-muscled but not overly so. You could barely see the muscles in his arms, but his slim stomach had a rippling six-pack. It sometimes worried me how skinny Squall was, but I knew he was healthy and I couldn't imagine him any other way.
I smiled when the sunlight glittered against the pendant on his neck. We were unable to get married legally, so instead we exchanged necklaces. I wore Squall's Griever pendant and chain around my neck, while Squall wore my silver choker around his neck. The jewelry made Squall look even sexier without his shirt on; the silver of the choker stood out against the milky-white color of his skin.
I pulled my own vest over my head, tossing it to the side as Squall trailed his hands down the center of his stomach. Those fingers scratched against the smooth skin of his torso, leaving red trails across the pale skin. I groaned when his right hand dipped lower; the tips of his fingers slipped under the waistband of his leather pants, only to pull back and rub the skin right below his belly button.
I lifted my arms and placed my index fingers into two of his belt loops, ignoring the bullets that scraped against the sensitive skin below my nails. I yanked forward, pulling Squall towards me and causing his hips to jerk. I looked up and saw him smile at me through the dark bangs that covered his face. There was a sultry curl to his full lips, and he whispered, "Impatient, are we?" and bent down to give me a hard kiss.
His mouth seemed warmer than it had been a minute ago. He moaned and pushed his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to take control and just sliding his tongue against the moist heat of my own. I unhooked my fingers from his belt loops as we kissed, not wasting any time to start undoing the button to his pants.
Squall brought his own hands down onto my lap, undoing my pants and zipper with skill. Once they were undone, I lifted my hips and he slid the material down to my thighs. Using his own thigh, he placed it between my legs and pulled my pants down until they hit the floor. There were no boxers to worry about, since Squall and I both decided underwear just served as another obstacle to get over.
When you were Squall's lover, there was no telling when you were going to have your brains fucked out.
I managed to undo Squall's button, zipper, and belts. I pushed the tight leather down his legs, licking my lips as he was deliciously exposed to me. I licked a trail down his smooth thighs as I pushed his pants down his legs. His skin tasted sweet and salty, and I trailed my tongue down until I could bend no further.
"Seifer," Squall gasped as his knees trembled.
I smiled and lavished his high, inner thigh with my tongue. I was just a few inches away from his balls, but I continued to suck on the skin of his inner thigh until there was a dark, purple hickey.
Without Squall noticing, I began to unravel the ball of yarn and started twining the string around his ankles. As I kissed and sucked at his thighs, I wrapped my arms around the back of his legs and started lacing the yarn around him.
"Seifer, please," Squall pleaded in a breathless voice. He pushed his hips forward in a silent act of showing me what he wanted. I smiled and moved my mouth to his other thigh, creating a similar hickey to the one on his other thigh.
Squall buried his hands into my hair, pulling at the short locks as pleasure trickled through his body. I ignored the slight pain of his tugs on my hair and concentrated on the smoothness of his thighs. It had taken me a while to convince Squall to shave his legs, but in the end I had convinced him and he hadn't stopped shaving it since. If you ask me, I think he likes being a little feminine.
I opened my mouth wide and trailed my tongue all around his inner thigh. I could feel the wetness of my saliva against my chin, but I ignored it and ravished Squall's body. Fine tremors of pleasure were racking through his body, causing him to tremble as my tongue slid across his skin, followed by the warmth of my breath. I continued wrapping the yarn around his legs, doing it several times before moving up a few inches and wrapping it around him again. I didn't want to bind his legs tight, but I had to see the image of Squall tangled up in yarn, from head-to-toe, with my own eyes.
"Climb onto the bed," I ordered him once I had the yarn wrapped up to his knees. I moved to the side and Squall laid down on the bed, trying to spread his legs, but unable to because of the yarn surrounding him.
"I need you to sit up." I offered him a hand and helped him up into a sitting position. "God, you're so fucking sexy." I licked the outer shell of his ear before sitting back on my ankles to his side.
I continued wrapping the dark blue yarn around my lover. He gave me an odd look, but said nothing as I binded his stomach and arms. I continued wrapping the yarn around him until he was tangled within the string up to his neck. I sat back to view my work with a smirk, finding the visual of Squall tangled in yarn sexy. It would have looked better if he had cat ears and a tail, but the yarn would have to do for now.
"My naughty kitten," I murmured, leaning forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. "You look so sexy tangled up in yarn."
Squall tried to scowl but the corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile. I wrapped some of the yarn around his slim wrists, tying them together like a pair of handcuffs. I cut the yarn with a pull of my fingers and let the ball of yarn roll down the bed and onto the floor. Then I pushed Squall against the bed and hovered over him on all fours, smirking as Squall attempted to spread his legs again.
"You're such a sex addict." I leaned forward and sucked his lower lip into my mouth, pushing my tongue against his smooth lip and sucking until a small whimper burst from his mouth. I pulled away and admired his plump lips, which were red and swollen, glistening with saliva that trickled down to his chin. I covered his body with my own, aligning our arousals and thrusting my hips against him. Squall arched his back with a moan, pressing his erection hard against me.
"Fuck me, Seifer," Squall said in a deep voice.
I smiled and brought one of my hands up to his lips, allowing him to suck three digits into his mouth. I bit back a moan when his tongue swirled around my fingers, lavishing the digits as if it were a cock in his mouth.
Pleasure flooded through me from the feel of his moist lips surrounding my finger. I groaned when his tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick at the knuckles on my fingers. Wet trails of saliva trickled down the digits, clinging together as if it were a liquid spider web. The feel of his moist tongue against my fingers sent tingles arching down straight to my groin. My erection pulsed as need flooded through me. I wanted to fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk straight the following morning.
Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth. I sat back on my ankles and lifted Squall's legs up to press his knees against his chest. Some of the string covering his body dug into his porcelain skin, but not hard enough to stop the blood circulation.
When I looked down at his rounded bottom, I felt myself grow harder - if that were possible. I had one hand keeping Squall's knees pressed against his chest, causing his bottom to raise high up into the air. He was deliciously exposed to my lustful eyes; the pink, wrinkled skin surrounding his entrance turning me on. I pressed one finger against his puckered entrance, but Squall stopped me from pressing in and said, "No prep."
"Are you sure?" I rubbed my index finger against his opening, teasing him with a gentle massage.
"Yes, please. I want you to fuck me," Squall pleaded.
There was no way I could deny his request, so I reached towards the bedside table and grabbed the lube. After smearing a decent amount of the cool substance on top of my arousal, I pushed Squall's legs up harder against his chest, positioning myself at his opening.
"Ready?" I asked through clenched teeth. I could feel the mouth of his entrance pushing against my cock, encouraging me to drive in hard into his body.
"Do it, Seifer. Fuck me."
I needed no further encouragement and pushed into his warm depths. If Squall was in pain, he didn't show it. In fact, he moaned and told me to give him more. I kept on pushing until I was buried to the hilt, trembling a little from the hot tightness gripping my hard cock.
"I want it hard and fast," Squall told me, panting a little from the sensation of being filled.
I groaned and started thrusting into him, using a slow and steady pace at first, but then building it up to a hard and driving pace. Squall cried out and tried to lift his arms up, but his wrists and arms were both tied up with the yarn. I placed my hands on both sides of his head, using it for balance as I drove into him harder and harder.
"Harder, Seifer! Do it harder!" Squall cried as I pounded into him.
I looked down between our bodies to see my arousal melting in and out of his tight entrance. The skin surrounding his opening was no longer wrinkled, but now a smooth, dark pink from the invasion penetrating his body. Squall moaned as I increased my thrusts, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of his entrance gripping my hard cock, trying to pull in more of my length. Both my arousal and his entrance glistened with the lube coating our skin. Just seeing the way his opening stretched wide around my cock was enough to bring me on the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, God, Seifer!" Squall tossed his head from side-to-side, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his mouth open in an 'O'. His hair clung to his forehead while droplets of sweat trickled down his beautiful face. I leaned down to kiss those perfect lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth the same way I was thrusting into his body.
"God, God," Squall panted. "You feel so goo~ood!"
I felt myself grow harder from his cries. I brought one of my hands down to wrap around his hard, hard arousal. Another cry burst from his lips from the double sensation. I rubbed my thumb across the wet head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum all around his stiff length. The natural lubrication allowed my hand to slide up and down with ease, bringing cry after cry from Squall's luscious lips.
The yarn covering his body rubbed against my bared skin, almost burning me as I pounded into him, over and over. It took a moment for me to angle my hips, but soon I had Squall shuddering beneath me as I nailed his prostate, head on. Squall screamed my name, over and over again. Sweat trickled down both of our bodies, and soon Squall's cock was twitching in my head.
Pulse after pulse, hot wetness flooded out of Squall's arousal and rained down on his stomach and my hand. His body trembled as each wave of pleasure washed over him, bringing erotic cries from his swollen mouth.
As Squall came, his inner muscles clamped down onto my cock with impossible tightness. The warm, velvet depths of his channel gripped me hard, urging me to climax deep into his hot tightness.
"Seifer. . ." Squall's back arched and he threw his head back in pleasure. The sudden shift in his body pushed me over the edge and sent me into orgasm. I came hard as I released my cum deep inside him, coating his insides with my white, sticky essence.
When the pleasure washed out of me, I collapsed against him and kissed him deeply. Squall's tongue moved against mine lazily, allowing me control, the same way that he always did. When I pulled back, Squall was smiling at me with an amused expression on his face.
"What's with the yarn?" he asked.
I shrugged and nuzzled his sweaty neck. "You're my kinky sex-kitten, and I thought you'd look cute tangled up in yarn."
"Kitten, huh?" He looked down at the string covering his body and I chuckled.
"You're a kitten, alright."
Squall looked just like a kitten tangled up in yarn - like one of those calendar pictures where the kitten is laying on its back with a ball of yarn settled on top of its little paws.
"Hn." Squall looked at me in amusement. "So what does that make you?"
"Me?" I had to think about it for a while. What _was_ I, anyway?
"A monkey," Squall said with a laugh. "Or maybe a gorilla."
"Gorilla?!?!?" I exclaimed.
I attacked Squall by tickling under his arms, where he was helpless because of the yarn covering his body. His loud, helpless cries of laughter echoed throughout the room as I tickled him.
There was no better sound in the world.
~ Owari ~
AN: That probably sounded strange, but I couldn't get the image of Squall naked and covered in yarn out of my mind - so I wrote about it. . . ^^;;
~ Rain ~
Warnings: Yaoi, POV, PWP, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seifer x Squall
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: Sure, if you want it. Just e-mail me: rain@silent-desire.com
- http://www.silent-desire.com/
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Summary: Seifer has a gift for his sex-kitten. . .
*~*~*
Ball of Yarn:
For a long time, I contemplated whether or not Squall was part feline. While he was on the battlefield, he was a proud lion hunting down his kill and taking charge. But while he was in the confines of our room, he became a sultry sex-kitten that loved to pounce and play with me. No one was able to witness this side of Squall except for me. Shortly after the war ended and I returned to Garden, Squall and I started a new relationship. He and Rinoa had broken up, so I offered myself in an attempt to help him forget about her. We never intended to make our relationship emotional, but that is what happened. Neither of us minded; it just came as a surprise when we started realizing there was more to our relationship than just sex. Squall and I balanced each other out in ways that no one else could. Squall opened himself up in ways that no one else had managed, and Squall opened me up in ways I had never let anyone else do. Our relationship was loving and completely emotional, but it was kinky as hell and I had no complaints about that.
I had gone into the town of Balamb a few hours ago, and when I passed a convenience store I couldn't help but notice that their yarn was on sale. I had walked in and purchased it without a second thought; the image of Squall naked and tangled up in yarn was a visual that refused to leave my mind. Even after spending three years together, our sexual attraction towards each other hadn't dwindled. In fact, as more and more time passed, Squall became kinkier and more comfortable with his body. In the beginning, he had been shy and meek about his body; he would cover himself up with his hands, trying to hide his nakedness from my eyes, but as time went on, he became more comfortable. Now, he was able to walk around naked in our dorm room without blushing until he turned as red as a tomato.
I sat down on our bed and pulled the yarn out of the package. It was a dark blue and wrapped up into a tight ball. The string was fat and strong enough to bind something together - such as sexy SeeD Commanders. I was certain that Squall would be able to break the string if he wanted to, but that was only if he _wanted_ to. I was certain Squall would have no objections towards the yarn. He was a kitten, and kittens loved playing with yarn; it was animal instinct to claw into something so enticing. A ball of yarn just screamed at a cat to rip it up into shreds.
I shrugged off my trench coat and dropped it to the floor, feeling the cool air from the windows brush across my skin. While I knew a lot of people recognized me because of my trench coat, I couldn't part with the old, beige material - the same way Squall couldn't part with his bomber jacket.
The door to our shared room opened, revealing Squall who was carrying a plastic bag in his arms.
"Hey baby," I said with a smile.
"Seifer? I thought you had a class to teach today."
After I became a SeeD, I decided to become an instructor. I figured it would be fun to order people around, and I had to admit that I was right in my assumption. There was no better feeling than yelling at someone for absolutely no reason. I had become bored waiting for missions to come up, and the way Squall spent a great deal of time in his office, so I decided to boss around the little kiddies and make sure the under classmen knew what they were doing.
"I cancelled it," I said. "I had to pick something up from town."
"Hn." Squall set the packages down on the long counter separating the room from the kitchenette. Now that Squall was the official commander, he had been given a larger room; we had a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a small patio outside.
"What's in the packages?" I asked, hiding the ball of yarn behind my back.
"Dinner."
"Hey, c'mere for a sec." I motioned Squall over with a flick of my wrist. "I got something for you."
Squall walked towards me with an unconsciously sexy sway to his hips. I both loved and hated the way he walked. I loved it because he looked incredibly sexy, and the sway just drew attention to his firm bottom, but I hated it because it caught everyone else's attention as well. Even now, after catching me, a gorgeous sex god, he still didn't believe that he was beautiful.
I pulled Squall into my lap, facing him sideways. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders, while the other sat gingerly in his lap. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his plump lips, pushing my tongue past his teeth and tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Squall moaned and wrapped both arms around my neck, pressing his body closer to mine.
When we broke off the kiss, I wrapped one arm around his slim waist and held up the ball of yarn in my other hand.
"Here." I handed the yarn to Squall, who took it hesitantly.
"What's this for?" He stared at it for a moment, and then looked up at me.
"Take off all your clothes and I'll show you," I whispered to him in a low voice.
A sultry smile graced his rose petal lips. He stood from my lap and handed me the ball of yarn. I took it from his hand and watched, watched as he dropped his bomber jacket to the floor.
Sunlight streamed in through the patio door and opened windows. Outside, I could hear the sound of birds chirping, but it was becoming drowned out by the sound of blood rushing through my veins.
Squall stood in front of me and the bed with a predatory expression on his face. The sex-kitten in Squall had emerged for a little play time, and I grinned when he tugged his white, short-sleeved shirt over his head. While he had a slim build, he was well-muscled but not overly so. You could barely see the muscles in his arms, but his slim stomach had a rippling six-pack. It sometimes worried me how skinny Squall was, but I knew he was healthy and I couldn't imagine him any other way.
I smiled when the sunlight glittered against the pendant on his neck. We were unable to get married legally, so instead we exchanged necklaces. I wore Squall's Griever pendant and chain around my neck, while Squall wore my silver choker around his neck. The jewelry made Squall look even sexier without his shirt on; the silver of the choker stood out against the milky-white color of his skin.
I pulled my own vest over my head, tossing it to the side as Squall trailed his hands down the center of his stomach. Those fingers scratched against the smooth skin of his torso, leaving red trails across the pale skin. I groaned when his right hand dipped lower; the tips of his fingers slipped under the waistband of his leather pants, only to pull back and rub the skin right below his belly button.
I lifted my arms and placed my index fingers into two of his belt loops, ignoring the bullets that scraped against the sensitive skin below my nails. I yanked forward, pulling Squall towards me and causing his hips to jerk. I looked up and saw him smile at me through the dark bangs that covered his face. There was a sultry curl to his full lips, and he whispered, "Impatient, are we?" and bent down to give me a hard kiss.
His mouth seemed warmer than it had been a minute ago. He moaned and pushed his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to take control and just sliding his tongue against the moist heat of my own. I unhooked my fingers from his belt loops as we kissed, not wasting any time to start undoing the button to his pants.
Squall brought his own hands down onto my lap, undoing my pants and zipper with skill. Once they were undone, I lifted my hips and he slid the material down to my thighs. Using his own thigh, he placed it between my legs and pulled my pants down until they hit the floor. There were no boxers to worry about, since Squall and I both decided underwear just served as another obstacle to get over.
When you were Squall's lover, there was no telling when you were going to have your brains fucked out.
I managed to undo Squall's button, zipper, and belts. I pushed the tight leather down his legs, licking my lips as he was deliciously exposed to me. I licked a trail down his smooth thighs as I pushed his pants down his legs. His skin tasted sweet and salty, and I trailed my tongue down until I could bend no further.
"Seifer," Squall gasped as his knees trembled.
I smiled and lavished his high, inner thigh with my tongue. I was just a few inches away from his balls, but I continued to suck on the skin of his inner thigh until there was a dark, purple hickey.
Without Squall noticing, I began to unravel the ball of yarn and started twining the string around his ankles. As I kissed and sucked at his thighs, I wrapped my arms around the back of his legs and started lacing the yarn around him.
"Seifer, please," Squall pleaded in a breathless voice. He pushed his hips forward in a silent act of showing me what he wanted. I smiled and moved my mouth to his other thigh, creating a similar hickey to the one on his other thigh.
Squall buried his hands into my hair, pulling at the short locks as pleasure trickled through his body. I ignored the slight pain of his tugs on my hair and concentrated on the smoothness of his thighs. It had taken me a while to convince Squall to shave his legs, but in the end I had convinced him and he hadn't stopped shaving it since. If you ask me, I think he likes being a little feminine.
I opened my mouth wide and trailed my tongue all around his inner thigh. I could feel the wetness of my saliva against my chin, but I ignored it and ravished Squall's body. Fine tremors of pleasure were racking through his body, causing him to tremble as my tongue slid across his skin, followed by the warmth of my breath. I continued wrapping the yarn around his legs, doing it several times before moving up a few inches and wrapping it around him again. I didn't want to bind his legs tight, but I had to see the image of Squall tangled up in yarn, from head-to-toe, with my own eyes.
"Climb onto the bed," I ordered him once I had the yarn wrapped up to his knees. I moved to the side and Squall laid down on the bed, trying to spread his legs, but unable to because of the yarn surrounding him.
"I need you to sit up." I offered him a hand and helped him up into a sitting position. "God, you're so fucking sexy." I licked the outer shell of his ear before sitting back on my ankles to his side.
I continued wrapping the dark blue yarn around my lover. He gave me an odd look, but said nothing as I binded his stomach and arms. I continued wrapping the yarn around him until he was tangled within the string up to his neck. I sat back to view my work with a smirk, finding the visual of Squall tangled in yarn sexy. It would have looked better if he had cat ears and a tail, but the yarn would have to do for now.
"My naughty kitten," I murmured, leaning forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. "You look so sexy tangled up in yarn."
Squall tried to scowl but the corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile. I wrapped some of the yarn around his slim wrists, tying them together like a pair of handcuffs. I cut the yarn with a pull of my fingers and let the ball of yarn roll down the bed and onto the floor. Then I pushed Squall against the bed and hovered over him on all fours, smirking as Squall attempted to spread his legs again.
"You're such a sex addict." I leaned forward and sucked his lower lip into my mouth, pushing my tongue against his smooth lip and sucking until a small whimper burst from his mouth. I pulled away and admired his plump lips, which were red and swollen, glistening with saliva that trickled down to his chin. I covered his body with my own, aligning our arousals and thrusting my hips against him. Squall arched his back with a moan, pressing his erection hard against me.
"Fuck me, Seifer," Squall said in a deep voice.
I smiled and brought one of my hands up to his lips, allowing him to suck three digits into his mouth. I bit back a moan when his tongue swirled around my fingers, lavishing the digits as if it were a cock in his mouth.
Pleasure flooded through me from the feel of his moist lips surrounding my finger. I groaned when his tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick at the knuckles on my fingers. Wet trails of saliva trickled down the digits, clinging together as if it were a liquid spider web. The feel of his moist tongue against my fingers sent tingles arching down straight to my groin. My erection pulsed as need flooded through me. I wanted to fuck him so hard he wouldn't be able to walk straight the following morning.
Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out of his mouth. I sat back on my ankles and lifted Squall's legs up to press his knees against his chest. Some of the string covering his body dug into his porcelain skin, but not hard enough to stop the blood circulation.
When I looked down at his rounded bottom, I felt myself grow harder - if that were possible. I had one hand keeping Squall's knees pressed against his chest, causing his bottom to raise high up into the air. He was deliciously exposed to my lustful eyes; the pink, wrinkled skin surrounding his entrance turning me on. I pressed one finger against his puckered entrance, but Squall stopped me from pressing in and said, "No prep."
"Are you sure?" I rubbed my index finger against his opening, teasing him with a gentle massage.
"Yes, please. I want you to fuck me," Squall pleaded.
There was no way I could deny his request, so I reached towards the bedside table and grabbed the lube. After smearing a decent amount of the cool substance on top of my arousal, I pushed Squall's legs up harder against his chest, positioning myself at his opening.
"Ready?" I asked through clenched teeth. I could feel the mouth of his entrance pushing against my cock, encouraging me to drive in hard into his body.
"Do it, Seifer. Fuck me."
I needed no further encouragement and pushed into his warm depths. If Squall was in pain, he didn't show it. In fact, he moaned and told me to give him more. I kept on pushing until I was buried to the hilt, trembling a little from the hot tightness gripping my hard cock.
"I want it hard and fast," Squall told me, panting a little from the sensation of being filled.
I groaned and started thrusting into him, using a slow and steady pace at first, but then building it up to a hard and driving pace. Squall cried out and tried to lift his arms up, but his wrists and arms were both tied up with the yarn. I placed my hands on both sides of his head, using it for balance as I drove into him harder and harder.
"Harder, Seifer! Do it harder!" Squall cried as I pounded into him.
I looked down between our bodies to see my arousal melting in and out of his tight entrance. The skin surrounding his opening was no longer wrinkled, but now a smooth, dark pink from the invasion penetrating his body. Squall moaned as I increased my thrusts, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of his entrance gripping my hard cock, trying to pull in more of my length. Both my arousal and his entrance glistened with the lube coating our skin. Just seeing the way his opening stretched wide around my cock was enough to bring me on the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, God, Seifer!" Squall tossed his head from side-to-side, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his mouth open in an 'O'. His hair clung to his forehead while droplets of sweat trickled down his beautiful face. I leaned down to kiss those perfect lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth the same way I was thrusting into his body.
"God, God," Squall panted. "You feel so goo~ood!"
I felt myself grow harder from his cries. I brought one of my hands down to wrap around his hard, hard arousal. Another cry burst from his lips from the double sensation. I rubbed my thumb across the wet head of his cock, smearing his pre-cum all around his stiff length. The natural lubrication allowed my hand to slide up and down with ease, bringing cry after cry from Squall's luscious lips.
The yarn covering his body rubbed against my bared skin, almost burning me as I pounded into him, over and over. It took a moment for me to angle my hips, but soon I had Squall shuddering beneath me as I nailed his prostate, head on. Squall screamed my name, over and over again. Sweat trickled down both of our bodies, and soon Squall's cock was twitching in my head.
Pulse after pulse, hot wetness flooded out of Squall's arousal and rained down on his stomach and my hand. His body trembled as each wave of pleasure washed over him, bringing erotic cries from his swollen mouth.
As Squall came, his inner muscles clamped down onto my cock with impossible tightness. The warm, velvet depths of his channel gripped me hard, urging me to climax deep into his hot tightness.
"Seifer. . ." Squall's back arched and he threw his head back in pleasure. The sudden shift in his body pushed me over the edge and sent me into orgasm. I came hard as I released my cum deep inside him, coating his insides with my white, sticky essence.
When the pleasure washed out of me, I collapsed against him and kissed him deeply. Squall's tongue moved against mine lazily, allowing me control, the same way that he always did. When I pulled back, Squall was smiling at me with an amused expression on his face.
"What's with the yarn?" he asked.
I shrugged and nuzzled his sweaty neck. "You're my kinky sex-kitten, and I thought you'd look cute tangled up in yarn."
"Kitten, huh?" He looked down at the string covering his body and I chuckled.
"You're a kitten, alright."
Squall looked just like a kitten tangled up in yarn - like one of those calendar pictures where the kitten is laying on its back with a ball of yarn settled on top of its little paws.
"Hn." Squall looked at me in amusement. "So what does that make you?"
"Me?" I had to think about it for a while. What _was_ I, anyway?
"A monkey," Squall said with a laugh. "Or maybe a gorilla."
"Gorilla?!?!?" I exclaimed.
I attacked Squall by tickling under his arms, where he was helpless because of the yarn covering his body. His loud, helpless cries of laughter echoed throughout the room as I tickled him.
There was no better sound in the world.
~ Owari ~
AN: That probably sounded strange, but I couldn't get the image of Squall naked and covered in yarn out of my mind - so I wrote about it. . . ^^;;
~ Rain ~