Word November 2000

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 10.Jul.2011

Summary: 02 November 2000 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil

Author Notes: exigency, noun;

1. The quality or state of requiring immediate aid or action; urgency.

2. A case demanding immediate action or remedy; a pressing or urgent situation.

3. That which is demanded or required in a particular situation – usually used in the plural.

Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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“Hnnngh... Kain, please.”

White fingers reached back to sink into lank blonde locks as the young knight cradled his guard's head against the side of his neck, pale lids covering emerald eyes as the sheen of sweat slowly built up against milky flesh. Peach lips pressed fluttering kisses against the side of Cecil's bare throat while lithe hands braced against his naked hips, and the prince groaned softly. His legs trembled, his knees firmly digging into the bed on either side of the dragoon's kneeling body, and oils dribbled haphazardly down his thighs. Kain's heart beat in a steady rhythm against the younger teen's back, his breathing heavy in Cecil's ears, and the prince choked down a whine in his throat as his guard shifted ever so slightly.

“Please... please...”

It was useless to try to move just yet; Kain would stall him, stop him, keep him still for even longer. It was bordering on painful, waiting for the dragoon to decide that he was ready. They did this so often that his guard should have been able to reason out that Cecil knew what he could take. Sometimes the young prince thought that his dearest friend was too cautious with him, too protective. He wasn't breakable, but the smaller knight was becoming desperate. It felt as though the blonde had been seated inside of him for hours, although in the back of his mind the prince knew he was exaggerating; still, he hardly needed so much time to adjust, even taking into account the fact that Kain was hung like a dragon. Cecil was burning up inside from his desires; he needed to be allowed to move, to rock against the hips below his own.

“Kain..!”

Finally, the hands at pale hips slid away, the right gliding up the young prince's stomach and teasing over his chest while the left slipped down under his sword to cup and fondle his sack. The ban on movement was lifted, and Cecil immediately began to bob in his dragoon's lap, desperate to ease the churning desire in his core. If Kain hadn't relented, this would have become a dire situation.