Lovers Trust

Beta: CalliopePurple
Warning: Lemon, yaoi, the usual
Notes: A… long chapter, with no plot. Just our two boys getting down to business.


14

[Seifer]
Ever had that feeling of not being part of your body? Seifer was very much having and not having that feeling right now.

At Seifer’s speechless staring, Squall had only purred and went back to his work. Seifer moaned and fisted Squall’s hair when Squall stroked two fingers over the strained erection in the tight pants. Deft fingers unbuttoned and soft lips and sharp teeth dragged down the fly.

Seifer shuddered and took both hands in Squall’s hair as Squall almost swallowed the clothed erection. If his brain hadn’t been spinning so furiously, he’d be trying to figure out what the hell was happening. As it was, he couldn’t do anything but let Squall continue, or he would go insane.

The brunet was on all fours and crawled a little closer to sit on his own legs. Seifer shuddered and groaned when a pink tip of a tongue licked the outline of his cock. What damage could a blow-job do?

Squall coaxed out Seifer’s manhood in the open and swallowed the head. Seifer clenched his eyes shut and moaned. Hyne, that felt good. Wet heat enveloped him and a clever tongue did naughty small things Seifer didn’t know Squall could do. He massaged Squall’s neck and stroked his hair. Slowly, Squall swallowed more of him.

Seifer spread his legs a little more to give the brunet more room. His hips jerked when he hit the back of Squall’s throat. He was aching hard and his heart pounded in his chest, his blood roaring in his ears.

: : No! : :

The ice cold order made him flinch. A cold stream surged through his body and he whimpered when Shiva easily calmed his body. Panting, he hung his head and shuddered. Squall continued his gentle, intoxicating work.

: : Hyne! What you did that for? : : He knew he was whining.

Maybe it was for the best? Still, the cold breeze had only given him his senses back.

: : Love him : : Shiva whispered and slowly delved back down inside of him.

Love him? Seifer looked down and had to force down a moan. Squall’s eyes were closed and his lips were thin and glistening around Seifer’s throbbing cock. He couldn’t or didn’t want to take the last inches in. Seifer didn’t care. It was too good to be true anyway. Too good to be true?

Gently, Seifer succeeded in forcing Squall back. The brunet let go of him with a slurping noise and Seifer was close to biting his own lip. Making the lithe man look up, Seifer’s heart sunk. The blue eyes were dilated and… faraway. The little smile may have been seductive, but it was empty.

Make love to him?

Leaning down, Seifer captured the wet lips in a gentle kiss. Squall made a pleased sound and pressed up, inviting him to take him. Seifer slowly tangled their tongues and explored Squall’s mouth. Whining in the kiss, Squall rose to his knees to come closer and pressed their mouths harder together.

He forced his tongue into Seifer’s mouth and almost growled. Capturing Squall’s head in both hands, Seifer bit his bottom lip hard. Yelping, the brunet retreated and left his crevice unprotected. Seifer felt a shiver in the delicate form and looked into those blue eyes. So big and innocent and… lost.

He gentle kissed the tip of Squall’s nose and then his forehead.

“Master?” Squall whispered and Seifer felt that stab in his chest again. Would he ever get used to that one word?

“Get undressed,” he murmured husky and Squall shivered. Whether in fear or excitement, only Hyne knew.

Squall got to his feet in languid, graceful moves. Backing away to get working space, his whole body had taken on a completely new style. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth a little parted, his hips swayed to a melody only he could hear. Slowly, Squall let his hands travel his body, stroking his neck and hair and throwing back his head.

His hands slowly, but deftly unbuttoned his jacket. With a small delicate jerking move, the jacket fell to the floor. He opened his trousers, but let them be. Seifer had yet to see a graceful way of taking off one’s boots, but Squall did that. Tracing his leg and extending it at the wrist, slowly unlacing it and toeing it off. The same with the other. Those pale, delicate hands traveled up again, in under the thick sweeter and up, slowly peeling it of and dropping it.

Seifer swallowed hard and leaned forward at his knees. In swaying motions Squall let his t-shirt go up over his smooth stomach and chest, up over his head and down behind his back to the floor. Seifer swallowed again and eyed the beauty. Flawless, pale skin. Squall had lost weight. His stomach was smooth alabaster, no squares. His shoulders weren’t as broad they had been, his waist was so small Seifer was sure he could almost reach around it with both hands.

Squall danced around and bend forward, giving Seifer’s cock a violent blood rush. Slowly, those lean hands helped the trousers down over a smooth ass, down two long and strong legs. Seifer looked up Squall’s body as Squall straightened and looked back over his shoulder.

Seifer could only stare at the beauty. How sickening it even was, he couldn’t help but associate Squall’s dance with a whore. Whatever they’d done, they’d trained him. It didn’t make the blond any less aroused, however. When he rose, Squall visibly tensed.

What was going on inside that head of his? Where did he think he was? What did he expect to happen? Why use that innocent, faraway look? What was he escaping from?

Squall didn’t flinch as Seifer stroked his hair and then his jaw. Stroking a hand down the ticklish side, Seifer gentle kissed his lover. Squall didn’t react whatsoever to the touch or kiss. Seifer teased a nipple that hardened naturally. When he continued down to Squall’s crotch, he found a flaccid cock.

Leaning away from the kiss, he saw that Squall had closed his eyes. When Seifer stroked his cock, Squall frowned a little. Seifer teased the other nipple. Twisting it hard, Squall whined and arched back against him. Blue eyes flew open, but they stared off in the distance. It was the same look as on the boat. When he had readied himself for punishment and pain.

Seifer felt his throat constrict, but clenched his teeth. They had destroyed his Lion with pain. He would not play into their hands and inflict more suffering and pain to his beauty.

As Seifer continued to tease the nipple and stroke the cock, Squall whimpered and grabbed his trenchcoat. When Seifer only gently thumbed the erect nipple, Squall whined and twisted. Seifer recognized that little distressed sound as the one where Squall wanted him to hurt him. Well, it wasn’t going to happen again.

“Lay down, love,” Seifer whispered.

Squall obeyed him silently. Blue eyes studied him almost shyly as Seifer undressed. His cock was so hard and aching, it was painful. He whished he could just fuck the beauty and then take his time. But no. That would hurt. That would be sex, that wouldn’t be lovemaking. And he wanted to love the little headcase so bad he could cry. Therefore he ignored his bodily needs.

Squall unconsciously placed his legs together to one side and grabbed the cover with one hand while the other made nervous circles at his stomach. When Seifer slowly climbed up over him, Squall’s breathing became a little harder. What had they done to his lion? To make him act like a trained whore, to then fall down to this nervous virgin style?

When he slowly balanced his weight over the pale figure, Squall visibly tensed even more and darted away his eyes. His breathing become slightly harder when Seifer gently coaxed his legs straight. Squall tried spreading them, but Seifer held him from it. Squall made a distressed sound again.

“I’m sorry, Master,” he whispered as Seifer slowly covered his shivering form.

“Who you calling ‘Master’, Squall?” he wondered softly.

Squall blinked and sense somewhat seeped back into those blue eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and whined, distress entering those eyes. It was almost fascinating to see that change. From clear blue to disoriented and confused in seconds. Like draping a veil over his eyes. He made one of those funny moves where he tried touching Seifer and not touching at the same time.

“Master?” he whined again.

Not as much as a question as a demand for it to be right. Seifer put his weight more securely over the shivering brunet and almost moaned when flesh touched flesh. Squall, however, started victimizing his bottom lip again.

“Seifer, Squall. I’m not your former ‘Master’,” Seifer lowly murmured and kissed his forehead.

He licked Squall’s cheek and coaxed the brunet’s bottom lip free and licked that one too.

“I won’t hurt you,” he hummed and Squall only stared up at him.

He let a hand tangle in Squall’s hair and massaged the junction between neck and head. It was a sensitive place on the brunet. The blue eyes falling almost closed showed that it still was.

“Trust me, love. Let me show you how a lover or master is supposed to be,” he continued and pressed groin against groin.

Squall made a little whining noise and twisted. Seifer recognized those sounds as the ones he did when he didn’t want Seifer being gentle. Seifer licked the scar between Squall’s eyes and Squall contorted his face like a child being washed by his mother.

“Will you let me?” Seifer whispered.

Squall sobbed and twisted under him, like he was trying to get away from more than physical things. Pressing groin against groin a little harder and rubbing, he made Squall gasp and shudder.

“Seifer…” Squall breathed and licked after the blond’s mouth.

Seifer more than willingly kissed him, deep. Tongues tangling with each other, each as eager to swallow the other. Squall circled his arms around Seifer’s back and arched upwards. Moaning and sobbing in the same breath. Seifer groaned as his cherished control started to slip. Squall whimpered and spread his legs, though with some problem as Seifer not easily let him.

They both moaned as the brunet circled his legs around Seifer’s waist and pressed up hard. Seifer groaned and arched away from the delicious mouth. Rubbing down hard, spikes of pleasure rippled through him. Squall gasped and pressed up harder. Circling his arms around the blond’s neck, he dragged Seifer down again.

“Please, fuck me,” Squall whispered and licked Seifer’s ear.

Seifer moaned deep and clenched his eyes shut. Squall let a hand travel over Seifer’s back and massage the small of his back.

“Please, now, Seifer. Hard,” Squall whined.

Sweet Hyne! How could someone sound so needy and begging and at the same time so disconnected? Seifer forced some space between them and stared down into blue eyes. Squall was hard, all right, but the lust Seifer wanted to see in those eyes wasn’t there. Seifer smirked and Squall parted his lips and widened his eyes somewhat. If Seifer Almasy said he wanted to do a thing one way, he did that.

He captured Squall’s hands and gently coaxed them above his head and made him hold onto the bedpost.

“You let go, I’ll spank you. Understand?” Seifer purred and Squall nodded.

There was something thrilled and scared in those innocent eyes. It made Seifer think of a 14-year-old virgin.

Seifer shuffled down and gripped Squall’s chest. Violently he sucked a nipple and Squall yelped and jerked upward. Seifer gently licked the nipple before sucking it hard again. It tasted sweet. Like Squall’s mouth, only a little fainter. He leaved the hard erect nipple and devoured the other.

Squall whimpered as the nipple was sucked hard and then gently licked. Seifer tormented the two small buds until they were red and swollen. Then he pressed a hand against Squall’s erection and firmly massaged it. Squall yelped and arched. When Seifer licked a blood-red nipple, Squall arched and moaned again.

It made Seifer smirk. That was what he wanted. That little shudder and moan from Squall when he gently graced his teeth over one nipple, was what he wanted. Or the flexing of his thigh muscles as Seifer stroked the brunet’s cock a little harder and then gently traced it with his fingers.

Licking his way down, the blond soon could dip his tongue into Squall’s belly button. The hand teasing the aching cock, slowly took Squall’s balls and teased them instead. Seifer kept sucking and licking the smooth stomach as he again moved his hand. Squall gasped as Seifer lightly traced his fingers at the back of Squall’s thighs.

Shuffling down some more, Seifer was in position to lick Squall’s cock. It was hard and red and achingly beautiful. Come to think of it, he had never sucked it before. He tested to lick it in one long stroke and it made Squall cry out and arch. Seifer did it again and looked up while doing it. Squall mewled and threw his head back, knuckles whitening around the bedpost.

Seifer licked again and traced his fingertips along Squall’s legs. Squall mewled and jerked his hips. His chest was rising and falling fast, the light from the fire dancing over his pale skin. Seifer gripped the twisting hips and took the head into his mouth. Squall arched and silently cried out.

As Seifer slowly swallowed the hot cock, Squall panted, twisted and moaned. Seifer groaned when he succeeded in taking it all in. When he hummed, Squall cried out and arched almost of the bed, only Seifer’s grip on his hips keeping him from thrusting up.

A desperate hand tangled in Seifer’s short, blond strands. Squall mewled and moaned as Seifer gently sucked him.

“’eifer!” Squall shouted in a desperate whining and bucked up.

One almost believed he had never received a blow-job before. Seifer wetted a finger before tracing it down Squall’s ass. When he gently massaged the tightly clenched hole, Squall surged upward and cried out again. In the next move he thrust down, mewling and moaning.

Seifer groaned when his finger slipped into that tight heat. Squall fervently rubbed down as he bucked up. Seifer shifted and weighted down a little more to still the lean boy. Gently he worked the twitching anus. When he nudged Squall’s prostate, Squall arched and curled his toes.

“Harder! Harder!” Squall cried and tugged at Seifer’s hair.

When he only got a gentle, second finger he made a distressed sound and tried both getting away and getting more. Squall sobbed when he realized Seifer wouldn’t oblige him. He let go of Seifer’s hair. Smirking, Seifer gently worked his fingers in the tight heat and found that good spot again.

Beginning to rub that spot, Squall gasped and moaned in the light noises of ecstasy. Seifer took only the head of the cock in his mouth and used his tongue to tease it. It made Squall tremble and squirm under him. Looking up, Seifer smirked.

Squall held hard around the bedpost and the other hand was lodged in his mouth, his eyes tightly shut.

A surprised little gasp came from the tormented brunet as Seifer let go of his member. He pushed three fingers in the constricting heat and gnawed at a pointy hip. Slowly he shuffled up again to put his weight on Squall’s leg and body. When he was sure Squall was somewhat steady, he slowly pushed inside a forth finger.

It made Squall’s eyes flew open and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. His hand found support at the bedpost again and he threw his head back when Seifer nudged his prostate. When Seifer begun to mercilessly rub that spot Squall gasped after breath. Then he arched hard and screamed.

His body was trembling violently and he bucked up and down and tried rubbing either down or up. Seifer attacked a red, erect nipple, which drew next scream from the tormented brunet.

“Seifer,” Squall gasped and his body involuntarily bucked.

When the blond looked up he saw fresh tears streak the flushed face. He kissed his way up the writhing body. He just knew Squall couldn’t be in pain. That’s why he’d been so gentle. Leaning over the flushed face, he kissed the sweaty forehead.

“Hush, love. It’s alright,” he murmured and Squall looked up.

A swirling, gray mass was visible in his eyes. Seifer kissed him hard, wanting that lust and gray being his lost lover.

“I’m burning,” Squall whimpered and shuddered.

Seifer kissed his temple and then his nose. Squall moaned when he took out his fingers and lay down. In seconds, Squall had hooked his waist again and pressed his ass up. Seifer gripped one firm buttock and circled Squall’s shoulders with his other arm. He forced himself to steadily gaze down at his lover as he pressed inside.

Squall’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth in a silent cry. Seifer groaned and his head was spinning. Hyne! He had forgotten how fucking tight Squall was. How good that velvet heat enveloped him. How good it worked in soft pulsing waves.

Seifer groaned and Squall cried out as he slowly pushed more inside. Had it been such a long time ago? Of course, they didn’t have any lube, but this was killing him. His whole body screamed at him to thrust inside and don’t stop. Squall cried out with his breaths as Seifer slowly filled him.

He was trembling himself, not as violent as Squall though. Succeeding in pressing half of his member inside, he paused. Spots danced before his eyes and his whole back tingled in pleasure. Squall mewled under him and nibbled at his jaw.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he whined, almost sobbing.

Seifer kissed those swollen lips hard as he slowly pressed the rest of himself in. Sheeted, he had to clench both eyes and teeth hard to prevent release. Seifer groaned deeply. Hyne! He would cum from just being in the constricting heat.

Squall sobbed and moaned, body twisted around Seifer like a human snake. Seifer kissed one damp temple.

“You okay?” he asked huskily.

“Good, so good,” Squall mewled and pressed his forehead against Seifer's shoulder.

Slowly, Seifer moved out and pushed in. Squall gasped hard and moaned. Angling his hips, Seifer pushed inside again. Squall shouted and clung around him harder. Having founded the spot, Seifer started thrusting into that repeatedly.

Squall sobbed and moaned and dug his nails in Seifer's back. When the resistance eased a little and Squall started meeting his thrusts, Seifer fastened the pace. So good. He couldn’t think. Seifer let go of his hard fought control and they both tumbled down into the foggy realms of bliss.

In between deep kisses and fast thrusts, moans and cries mixed. Somewhere on the ride, Seifer fisted Squall’s weeping erection. Squall screamed and arched hard when he fell down into a violent orgasm. His body clenching hard around Seifer and dragging him with it. Being milked in a vice like grip, the world whitened out and then turned to darkness.


Author’s Whining:
You happy now? I am. First time I’ve tried writing a little more sap sex. I certainly could have been better, I’m sure, but I’m just guessing you’re all happy anyway?

So, what do you thin will happen now? Any suggestions? Thoughts? I’m all ears as usually.