Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ Constellocean ❯ The Cliff On Which Fate Rests, Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Cliff properly mounted the bed and opened his legs for Fayt. Fayt moved down to the end of the bed and took the mature man's hardness into his grasp. A vein pulsated under his index, middle, and ring fingers; Cliff was obviously excited to have Fayt touching him. Somewhat hesitantly, Fayt lowered his head and took the cock into his mouth. In his mind, he told himself, {I AM ready for this!} He had had fantasies of Cliff ever since they'd first gotten off of Elicoor II. His time to act them out was upon him.

 

Cliff gasped when the boy's tongue touched the skin of his member. His bulging arms generated goosebumps. Shortly after starting, Fayt got used to…*ahem*…yaoi. After sucking his man's cock for some time, he pulled away and began blowing the head. Cliff groaned roughly, holding Fayt's head between his legs. Fayt had never done such things before, so he was surprised that he was doing such a great job… according to his mate, anyway.

 

“T… Turn your body this way,” Cliff requested. Fayt complied with the request and turned his body so that his feet were on either side of Cliff's head. Cliff reached up and pulled the teenager's hips closer to him. Once Fayt was in a position that he felt comfortable holding, Cliff opened his mouth and captured the dick that hung above his head.

 

“AH! Cliff…!” Fayt moaned with excitement.

 

“Just TAKE me, kid!” the man urged his lover, sounding a bit strange with a dick in his mouth, “Blowjobs are too damn torturous!”

 

Fayt nodded and replied, “Right.” He lowered his head again. This time, he took the whole erection into his mouth and sucked hard, caressing the skin of the length with his tongue. He felt weak as Cliff did the same to his organ.

 

Although he was completely naked, Fayt felt sweat roll down his sides from his back. Cliff was sweating, too, but that didn't really surprise him, since the Klausian fist-fighter was almost always sweating anyway. The vein that ran along the underside of Fayt's cock pulsated whenever Cliff's nasal breath swept along the surface of his scrotum. The blowjob that Cliff received was enough to shorten his sexual perseverance, so he was at the point when, normally, he would've been REACHING an orgasm. Unfortunately, he was just about to spill.

 

“Kid, I wish I could last longer, but gettin' head really got to me,” he said apologetically.

 

“It's okay, Cliff,” Fayt replied, “I've never done this before, so I can't take much more either.”

 

“Ya wanna try again once it's dark out?”

 

Fayt smiled and answered, “Yeah, but for now…”

 

“I know.” Cliff sucked Fayt until he tasted the white cream as it was ejected from his boy lover's chute. “That, right?” he asked after swallowing Fayt's seed.

 

Fayt took the Klausian cock back into his mouth and sucked his drink out. “Yeah,” he said in response, forgetting to think about what to do once he made Cliff come. He turned his body again and lay himself comfortably beside the powerhouse. “For now, let's get some sleep,” he suggested.

 

“That's what I'M sayin'!” Cliff laughed as he grabbed the comforter and pulled it over them. He [romantically] tucked his arm underneath of Fayt and pulled him in. Blushing, Fayt rested his head on the man's chest. Cliff lifted Fayt's head with one finger and sweetly kissed his lips. Petting his lover's sapphire hair, he whispered, “G'night, Fayt.”

 

Fayt picked his head up and—again—looked at Cliff like he was stupid. “Good AFTERNOON, Cliff,” he corrected.

 

“Whatever! As long as it's good, that's all that matters!”

 

“Well, I'm sleeping with you…”

 

Cliff grinned at Fayt, who smiled back. “Aw, shut up!” he laughed, gently pulling Fayt's head back down. He reached around and pulled the boy entirely onto his naked body.

 

Author's Note:

This chapter was short for a reason: the really good yaoi continues in the epilogue. If you bear with me, you will have your chance to read a mild Lemon-yaoi fanfic about Albel Nox and my original character, a whip-crackin' symbologist (guy) named Lukas Balmhart. However, should you read it, keep in mind that all characters other than Albel Nox will be in their Paracelsus' Table extra outfits. In other words, nobody, except for Albel, will be wearing his standard battle outfit.