Paternal Affairs

Squall made sure the hotel room was perfect. Lubricants in an assortment of flavors? Check. Satin-lined handcuffs? Check. Dildos and vibrators of various sizes? Check. Squall nodded to himself. As usual, he had done a thorough job of preparing, even if he didn't think they would end up using half the things he had brought. He started to disrobe, getting ready for his boyfriend. Squall glanced at the clock. Seifer was set to be there at twenty-two hundred hours, which meant Squall had twenty-five minutes to get ready, provided Seifer was neither early nor late. Dinner for two at ten, Squall had texted him, along with the address of the hotel and the room number.

Although Squall didn't show it, he did feel a little bit sorry for Seifer. During midterms he had wanted to focus on his studies, and had implemented a no sex rule. It was, practically, a no-contact-at-all rule, as they didn't see each other during the study period either. Back and forth text messaging was pretty much all that kept them together, and two dirty phone calls during the two week period. It had been hard for Squall, but with Seifer's libido, it must have been torture for the blond. So Squall was going to make up for the period of abstinence, at least a little bit, with a night of romance. A.k.a. sex. They were men, after all, it's not like either of them wanted silly things like flowers and candles. Unless those candles were for dripping hot wax on each other.

Now naked, Squall reached for the leather outfit he had bought. He loved the feel of leather on his skin, how it wrapped tight around him. However, this wasn't really an outfit but a series of interconnected straps. He guessed it was more of a harness? At any rate, he put it on. Four black lather straps stretched across his chest to meet in an X in the center, all held there by a simple o-ring. Another strap ran from the bottom of the o-ring to his waist, where it met with the bottom of the garment. A long strap ran around the circumference of his waist, while two thinner straps ran downwards, framing his crotch and running up to hug the curves of his ass before meeting the waistband again. The bottom looked like what Squall might imagine a crotchless jock strap to look like.

Squall looked at himself in the mirror, pleased with how the straps seemed to bring attention to his cock. He reached for a bottle of lube, squeezing some of it onto his cock, jumping a little bit at the coldness. He smoothed it over his dick until it glistened, and then jerked himself to full hardness. Once it was at full mast, Squall slipped a leather cock ring on it and tightened it, assured that he wouldn't orgasm until he was ready to.

That step taken care of, Squall moved swiftly onto the next one. He squeezed some lubricant onto his fingers before reaching around to his hole. He cringed, feeling his ass stretch as he inserted them. For some reason, it never failed to gross him out just a little bit whenever he stuck his own fingers up there, even though he loved it when Seifer did it to him. Nonetheless, he moved his fingers in and out before scissoring them, getting his hole nice and wet. When he thought he was ready he pulled his fingers out, then dripped more lube onto his favorite dark blue butt plug. It was thicker than his other butt plugs at the base, thicker even then Seifer, though it quickly tapered to a point at the tip. He moved it to his ass and pushed in inside, a small tingle of pleasure radiating outward through his body as he did so.

Now ready, Squall moved to the bed, checking the stirrups he had hung up earlier. They seemed to be holding up just fine. He went to lay down on the bed, inserting his ankles into the stirrups so that his legs were spread and held up in the air. The stirrups were set high enough so that they even lifted his butt off the bed a little bit, which would give Seifer a perfect view of both his cock and hole when he entered the room.

Not one minute after Squall was finished, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Squall asked, ever prudent. It wouldn't very well do to have room service walk in on him like this, after all. Though Squall didn't particularly care, he imagined that a stranger walking in on the scene would find himself particularly embarrassed.

"It's me." Seifer's voice, most definitely.

"It's unlocked, come in." And then, almost as an afterthought, "lock the door behind you."

Squall propped himself up on his forearms, watching the door open from between his suspended legs. Seifer soon appeared on the other side, eyes scanning around the room. He quickly caught sight of Squall, and his jaw dropped. Squall smiled in satisfaction, pleased with getting a shocked reaction from Seifer.

"Fuck," Seifer said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His hands fumbled as he locked it, eyes loathed to leave Squall's delicious body.

"Bon appetit," Squall said, a rare teasing lilt to his voice.

"I'll say," Seifer said, his legs taking huge steps to the bed. The first thing he did when he got there was kneel between Squall's legs and take Squall's long, slim cock in his mouth. He swallowed it to the hilt in one gulp, tasting pre-cum and artificial grape flavoring as he sucked on it. Squall arched into the hot mouth around him, enjoying Seifer's attention.

Seifer sucked on his cock for awhile before turning his attention to lower areas. He grabbed the base of the ass plug, and pulled it out at an almost excruciating slow rate. He liked to watch as Squall's hole clung to the sides of it, trying to pull it back in. The whole thing was finally pulled out with a plop, a stream of lubricant gushing out after it. Seifer tossed the plug to the floor, then wrapped his arms under and around Squall's thighs. He lifted them up and out, spreading the other man even more, giving himself an even better view of that little hole.

Seifer licked his lips. Squall's hole really was pretty, flushed red and twitching like it wanted something big inside it. And no matter what they did, no matter how often they fucked, it always seemed to spring back nice and tight. It was like fucking a virgin all the time. Seifer dove in, shoving his tongue all the way up Squall's ass. Squall's hole, funny enough, tasted like cherry. Seifer thrust his tongue in and out of Squall's ass, lapping up all the flavored lube he found there, while Squall's gentle moans drifted down to him. After a while he got sick of eating Squall's ass and withdrew, getting up for a minute to tear off all his clothes.

Completely naked, Seifer crawled back between Squall's knees. Squall inwardly smiled to himself as he took in the sight of a nude Seifer. He was all muscle and almost no body fat, all definition along biceps, pecs, and thighs. But the most beautiful thing about him, Squall thought, was his cock. The biggest Squall had ever seen, it was long and thick, smooth and hard at the same time. And it belonged to him.

Seifer grabbed his cock at the base and positioned it at Squall's hole.

"Here I go," Seifer said, before shoving himself in. There was a short intake of air from Squall, but that was all the noise he made before he adjusted to the welcome invasion. The initial push had sent Seifer more than halfway in, and he pushed himself the rest of the way inch by inch. Squall's hole was tight and wet around him, a vice grip around his cock. Finally he was all the way in, and he slowly pulled out before pushing back in again. "Jesus. I don't think I'll ever get used to how tight you are."

In reply, Squall squeezed his anal muscles around Seifer's cock, eliciting a gasp from the older boy.

"Bastard," Seifer said, a smile on his lips. He grabbed the two lower straps that criss-crossed Squall's chest, and used them to get some leverage as he picked up the pace. Soon he was really fucking the other man, shoving his cock in at the same time he pulled the leather harness closer. He tried to fuck Squall as hard and as fast as he could. Sometimes he just wanted to make Squall scream and moan, wanted to hear him sounding like a dog in heat. It kind of pissed him off, sometimes, that the only indication of his sexual prowess came in the form of Squall's increasingly erratic breathing.

Still, Squall was tight, the tightest Seifer had ever felt. He loved fucking that little hole, loved the way his dick felt being squeezed inside it.

"How's this?" Seifer asked, changing the angle of his thrusts. Squall's mouth opened, momentarily, at the change in position, his lips forming a small 'o'. His body shivered, and Seifer knew that he was doing something right. "Yeah, you like that. You like my dick pounding your hole like this."

Squall never directly replied to Seifer's dirty talk, but his ass would twitch around Seifer's cock upon hearing it. That was all the encouragement Seifer needed to keep doing it.

"It's been a long time since I've fucked you raw, hasn't it? You must have missed my dick inside you."

Feeling a little bit evil, Seifer stopped in the middle of thrusting into Squall's heat. It took a moment for Squall to catch on, but than the other man was blinking glazed-over eyes at him.

"What? Seifer?"

"Tell me that you missed it," Seifer demanded.

Squall scowled at his boyfriend, in no mood to play these silly games. He had no idea why Seifer was so enamored of dirty talk. It was definitely something that Squall could do without. "Seifer. Don't be an idiot."

Seifer frowned, wondering if this was worth it. Squall had communicated to him, several times during their relationship, that he thought dirty talk during sex was useless. It wouldn't be past him to stop this session here and now because he felt Seifer was being a fool. And Seifer was sure that, with their respective libidos, he wanted this much more than Squall did. In the end, he decided to appeal to Squall's sense of pity. "Come on, Squall. It's been a long time."

Squall scowled at him some more before rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Just hurry up and fuck me."

Seifer did so, grabbing onto the leather harness and resuming the violent rhythm he had worked up before. He watched and waited to hear Squall's voice, knowing now that Squall would accommodate him. Squall looked absolutely beautiful right now, with a huge cock up his ass. His eyes were glazed over and half-lidded, those thick eyelashes a waste on a boy. His lips were moist and slightly parted. And his cock was flushed red, neglected and bound within its leather ring.

"I missed your big cock," Squall finally said, the words coming out between hot breaths. "I missed having it inside my ass."

Seifer shuddered and fucked Squall even harder than he had been before. "What else do you miss?"

"I missed being fucked by your big dick," Squall said. "I missed having it pound me into the mattress."

"What else?"

"I missed the feeling of a hot load being shot up my hole, filling me up inside."

"Shit." Seifer clenched his teeth as he came, semen shooting up Squall's ass. He kept thrusting, still hard even after the last stream of cum was squeezed out of him. Without missing a beat, Seifer pulled out and removed Squall's legs from the stirrups, turning the brown-haired man onto his stomach. Seifer straddled Squall's legs and laid down on top of him as he re-inserted his dick into that hole, fucking Squall at the same pace he had been before. He had a lot stored up, and was determined not to let Squall go until his balls were wrung dry.

"You feel so good, Squall. So fucking tight. I really missed fucking you." He leaned down, attaching his mouth to Squall's neck and sucking lovingly at the skin there. Squall always tasted and smelled so good, no matter what.

"Jesus, Seifer," Squall panted, out of breath. "How many times do you think you're going to cum inside me tonight?"

"Until I'm out of jizz," Seifer replied, taking his mouth off Squall's neck for just a moment.

Squall frowned, but he supposed that this was his fault. He had ignored Seifer for two weeks, and now he was paying the price for it with his hole. Knowing Seifer, this was just the beginning of the night. Squall just hoped that he wasn't too sore for too long afterwards. He glanced towards the clock and, reading the time, reached down under his body to where his cock was pressed against the mattress. Squall lifted his ass just enough to release the leather ring around the base of his cock. As he did so it was as if a tsunami washed through him. Before he was even prepared for it he started to cum, thick white semen spurting out onto the bed sheets. His body convulsed in pleasure, his ass clenching repeatedly around Seifer's dick. He felt Seifer's dick twitch inside of him, then flood him again with another stream of cum.

They were catching their breath when someone knocked on the door. Seifer pulled out, and Squall was shocked and frustrated to see that the blond was still hard. He loved Seifer's cock, he really did, but he wasn't sure that he would be able to last the night. Usually, they at least took breaks between rounds to recover. Squall pulled on a robe and walked to the door.

"Room service," Squall said, "I thought you might be hungry for some real food, so I told them to come up an hour after you got here."

That was just like Squall, Seifer thought. Just like a boy scout. Prepared for everything. He watched as Squall opened the door just a little, probably so that the room service guy couldn't see inside the room. He handed the guy what must have been a tip, and then rolled the cart in himself. Two steaks sat on the cart, along with a bottle of water and a bottle of champagne.

"Protein," Seifer said, smirking a little bit, "that would be a good thing to replenish."

Squall rolled his eyes, then went to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Seifer came to sit next to him, but his arms wrapped around Squall before they could start eating. He captured Squall's lips with his own, sucking and licking at them before delving his tongue in. Squall always tasted like spearmint, and Seifer wondered if he was perpetually sneaking mints when no one was watching. Seifer had certainly never seen Squall actually chewing on one before.

At any rate, Seifer let himself enjoy the sensation of just kissing Squall. The younger boy wasn't nearly as good of a kisser as his father, but his shy, earnest kisses were somewhat refreshing. Especially considering the kind of ice prince he could be personality-wise. Seifer finally broke apart, enjoying the barely there tinge of pink on Squall's cheeks. Kinky sex Squall could take without batting an eyelash, but making out made him blush.

"Let's dig in," Seifer said, picking up a knife and fork with his hand. Squall did the same.

The steak was decent. Really, just your standard hotel fare. No doubt overpriced, especially since this was a pretty upscale hotel. Seifer made a note to take Squall out to an expensive restaurant on their next date. He knew that Squall wouldn't let him pay for this one, considering it was Squall's surprise. He also knew that Squall didn't really have loads of cash to burn. Laguna made a good chunk, being one of the university's more famous professors, but Squall was loath to take money from his father any more than was necessary. What money he had was saved up from his part-time job from high school, in addition to monetary gifts sent from his Aunt Edea every now and then.

Seifer looked over at Squall as they ate, eyes tracing over the features of his face. Squall was definitely cute, Seifer thought, but not handsome like Laguna was. Maybe pretty was a more apt word to describe Squall. Despite the fact that they were both attractive in their own way, father and son didn't really look alike. Squall must take after his mother, Seifer decided.

Thinking about Laguna made Seifer feel vaguely bad. He hadn't seen Laguna since their fight, and he regretted saying what he did to the older man. He wasn't sure why he had gotten so snippety when Laguna had called him out on cheating in Squall; it was the truth, after all. But as much as Seifer knew he should feel bad about it, he really didn't. He had been attracted to Laguna from the first time he had seen him, in much the same fashion that he had been drawn to Squall. He really did like both of them. He did wish, however, that they were on better terms with each other.

"What are you thinking?" Squall eyes, a mild curiosity in his eyes as he looked up at Seifer.

"Hmm?" That was a surprise, Squall initiating a conversation. Though Seifer had to admit he was being uncharacteristically contemplative. "Are you getting along better with your dad?"

Squall froze at the question for a moment, before resuming his attack on his steak. "Why talk about that all of a sudden?"

"Just curious. It's a shame that you two don't have a relationship."

"We've talked about this," Squall said, scowling. He stuffed a chunk of steak in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. "I don't know why you're bringing it up now. I mean, Laguna hasn't even tried to have a conversation with me since I got here."

"I just know that, if I had a dad-"

"My father abandoned me as soon as he knew I existed," Squall snapped, "at least yours only died."

Silence filled the air between them. Squall regretted the statement as soon as the words left his mouth, and he wondered why he had said something so awful. He never had been good with people. As a child, he had been chronically shy, afraid to even make a friend. Towards the end of high school he had developed a kind of bravado to mask his more introverted tendencies, but sometimes he still found himself saying the wrong thing or offending the wrong person. And Seifer was the last person that he wanted to offend. He turned to face Seifer.

"I'm sorry," he said. "That was a stupid thing to say."

Seifer's face was oddly blank. "It's fine. It was my fault for bringing up a touchy subject."

"No, it's my fault. I know it's not an excuse, but. . . I guess I'm tired. My last exam was this afternoon, I'm still sleep-deprived from studying these last few weeks. I just thought it would be nice to do something with you, since we haven't seen each other lately."

"Yeah." Seifer smiled, trying to show Squall that it was okay. The last thing he wanted was to put a damper on the mood for the evening. "Look, let's just forget anyone said anything, okay?"

"Yeah." Squall darted forward to press a peck against Seifer's lips. "I''ll be right back."

Squall left the room, removing the leather harness as soon as he got to the bathroom. It was starting to chafe and feel uncomfortable. It left red indentations on his skin, but he was sure that they would go away soon enough. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering why Seifer had brought up Laguna now of all times. What could have possibly triggered that conversation topic? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. At any rate, it didn't really matter. Squall had been the one to put that awful mood in the air, and he had to fix it before it ruined the rest of Seifer's night. At least, he thought, it was easy to deal with bad moods as far as Seifer was concerned. All he needed to do was appeal to the blond's baser instincts.

Squall left the bathroom without putting his robe back on. Completely nude, he leaned against the door frame, doing his best to give Seifer a seductive look. He was sure he looked ridiculous, but Seifer's eyes seemed to light up at the expression.

"Come here," Seifer said, smirking as he patted the bed, "let's drinking some champagne."

Good mood restored. Squall made his way to the bed, where Seifer directed him to kneel next to him. Seifer popped the cork and poured a glass, then handed it to Squall.

"What about you?" Squall asked, weary when Seifer's smirk only grew.

"I was hoping to have a more interesting container. Press your thighs as close together as you can."

Squall did what he was told, pressing his thighs together. The position formed a deep triangle around his pubic region, and Seifer poured some champagne into the makeshift valley. It was cold against Squall's cock, and the bubbles in the champagne were creating an odd but pleasant sensation. He could feel his cock tingle and grow, going from limp to half-hard. The tip of his cock poked through the surface of the water, like a turtle peeking out of a lake.

Seifer leaned down and started to lap up the champagne, his tongue darting out like a cat's. Every so often it would brush against Squall's submerged cock, sending shivers up Squall's spine. Seifer lapped up all the champagne until there wasn't any left, then licked at the sticky residue on Squall's inner thighs. By the time Seifer got to his cock, it was completely hard, and it was a relief to have Seifer take it into his mouth.

Squall gasped a little bit and arched his back involuntarily. Seifer was so good at this that he couldn't help but to want to return the favor. He maneuvered himself on the bed so that he was facing Seifer's erection as well, and pressed a kiss against its tip before taking it inside his mouth. He really did love Seifer's cock. It tasted good and was fun to suck on, and it felt amazing when it was inside him. Squall had only been with one other person before Seifer, but he instinctually knew that there wasn't anyone who could compare to Seifer's dick.

The two men sucked and licked at each other, their slurping noises filling the room. Squall was the first one to cum, shooting his load into Seifer's mouth just as Seifer shoved a finger inside of him. Seifer wasn't long to follow, filling Squall's mouth with that tangy cream that Squall loved. He swished it around in his mouth before swallowing as much as he could, although some still dribbled out through the side of his mouth.

Squall could feel himself wavering between sleep and wake. He hadn't been lying when he had told Seifer that he was tired; it seemed that, at least for tonight, two times was his limit. He felt Seifer lift him up and position him on the bed so that his head was on the pillow. But then he felt strong hands spreading his legs apart.

"You're kidding," Squall mumbled, though he really wasn't the least surprised.

"I'm still hard," Seifer replied. "It's not my fault that your hole keeps teasing me. Can I keep fucking you after you fall asleep?"

"Fine," Squall said, not really caring one way or the other. He was already having a hard time keeping his eyes open. The last thing he was aware of was a large cock sliding into his hole, and then he was out like a light.

The next day Squall woke up on his stomach. His ass felt sore without him even moving, and he cringed at the thought of what Seifer had done to him while he was sleeping. His reached a hand back to assess the situation. His hole felt swollen and puffy, and there was of liquid coming out of it. Which meant that Seifer, now snoring loudly beside him, had finished recently enough that it didn't have time to dry out. Crap. Which meant that Seifer had been screwing his ass all night. A ringtone went off from nearby, and Squall grabbed the offending cell phone and answered it, if only to stop the noise.

"Hello?" he asked, voice fuzzy with sleep.

"Seifer, it's Laguna. I got your phone number from the student directory. I just wanted to apologize for what I said the last time we were together, I didn't mean to be so harsh. It's not just your fault, after all. I just feel so guilty about what we're doing to Squall. But you're right, I should really try to develop a relationship with him. Which means that I shouldn't be sleeping with his boyfriend-"

Squall hung up, all of the sudden wide awake and cold as ice. He looked over at Seifer, who was laying next to him. Not saying anything, Squall got up and put on his clothes. Then he stood by the bed side, contemplating. Finally, he shook Seifer awake.

"Huh?" Seifer pushed himself up so that his upper torso was off the bed, and he blinked bleary eyes at what looked to be a pissed off Squall. He had just fallen asleep half an hour ago, he didn't really want to deal with this. What was Squall so upset about, anyway? But then one of Squall's fists came swinging at him, hitting him hard on the side of his face. It snapped his face to the side and pushed him down on the bed a little.

"What the fuck?" Seifer exclaimed, thoroughly confused and getting angrier with each passing moment.

"Bastard," Squall spit out, with all the vehemence he could muster. "How long have you been fucking my dad?"

Seifer felt the color drain out of his face. His face throbbed where Squall had hit him, but right now it was the furthest thing from his mind. A million answers raced through his head, none of them good. "It was only two times."

Squall threw another punch at him, hitting him dead on in the jaw this time. It sent him on his back on the bed. He could hear Squall leaving. Ignoring the pain, he got up in an attempt to go after the other man, but Squall was already out the door. Seifer ran out to the hallway, a thin sheet wrapped around him, only to see the elevator doors close over Squall's furious face.

Shit. He had really screwed up this time.