Valenwind Drabbles

Long, elegant fingers moved slowly as if of their own accord down a tanned chest, brushing over the dark-blonde hairs found there. They moved back upwards, gently rolling a hardened nub between them, the blonde man letting out a cross between a sigh and a groan. Vincent continued mapping out the contours of his lover’s chest with one hand, the other pressed behind his angled body, supporting himself leaning over the other man.

Cid let out another sigh and brought one of his own hands up to run through the ex-Turk’s hair, his finger catching on a small knot. Gripping a handful of the ebony mass, the captain gently pulled Vincent’s lips down to meet his. Lips pressed together slowly, with no urgency, fingers still moving of their own accord. Cid’s hand slid back to cup his lover’s neck as they continued to leisurely kiss, and Vincent’s fingers still stroked the tan man’s broad chest.

No words were spoken between the two men, but while they remained like that for awhile longer sharing soft kisses and unhurried touches, there was no place the two would rather have been.