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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
822
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Good Boy
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything, don’t have anything, all characters/items/locations belong to Square Enix /Square Soft.
A/N: Thought of this after watching the end of Big Love where Nikki and Bill are talking.
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Good Boy
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“You’re a good boy.”
He shivered at the husky toned words and couldn’t hide the blush that crawled across his face and down his slightly tanned throat.
“Y-yeah?” He asked shyly, ducking his gaze as he hesitatingly rested his hands against the toned, pale chest before him. He let out a soft whimper as the hands that had been rubbing his back drifted around his side to the front of his coat, slowly unbuttoning each button at a time.
“Very much. I’m so proud of you.”
The words came out as a purr and He raised his head, locking onto intense green before quickly looking away as the blush on his cheeks darkened. His coat was opened, and he obediently lifted both arms as his shirt was pulled off of him and tossed onto the floor along with the coat. He swallowed nervously as he felt those wide hands trace across his bare side, making Goosebumps appear on his arms and shoulders, his soft pink nipples hardening at the light touch.
He moved his hands, letting them rub the strong, wide shoulders and held his breath as he was lifted, as though a feather, and cried out as a tongue rasped against one of his pink buds. He ground downwards, trying to squirm closer to that wicked mouth, but moaned as he felt something firm grind against his ass.
“Proud…?” He whispered, tilting his head back and moaning haplessly one of those large hands slid down and unbuckle his belt in record speed before sliding in to grip him tightly, but gently.
“Proud.” The voice had moved to next to his ear, the velvet growl made him shake. He whimpered as he felt them shift so he lay against the couch. Wicked, green eyes starting down at him watched as He shifted and groaned under the welcomed weight of the man on top.
“You’re a good boy, never forget that.”
And he didn’t.
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End.
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I’m not dead, just been tired.
A/N: Thought of this after watching the end of Big Love where Nikki and Bill are talking.
~~~
Good Boy
~~~
“You’re a good boy.”
He shivered at the husky toned words and couldn’t hide the blush that crawled across his face and down his slightly tanned throat.
“Y-yeah?” He asked shyly, ducking his gaze as he hesitatingly rested his hands against the toned, pale chest before him. He let out a soft whimper as the hands that had been rubbing his back drifted around his side to the front of his coat, slowly unbuttoning each button at a time.
“Very much. I’m so proud of you.”
The words came out as a purr and He raised his head, locking onto intense green before quickly looking away as the blush on his cheeks darkened. His coat was opened, and he obediently lifted both arms as his shirt was pulled off of him and tossed onto the floor along with the coat. He swallowed nervously as he felt those wide hands trace across his bare side, making Goosebumps appear on his arms and shoulders, his soft pink nipples hardening at the light touch.
He moved his hands, letting them rub the strong, wide shoulders and held his breath as he was lifted, as though a feather, and cried out as a tongue rasped against one of his pink buds. He ground downwards, trying to squirm closer to that wicked mouth, but moaned as he felt something firm grind against his ass.
“Proud…?” He whispered, tilting his head back and moaning haplessly one of those large hands slid down and unbuckle his belt in record speed before sliding in to grip him tightly, but gently.
“Proud.” The voice had moved to next to his ear, the velvet growl made him shake. He whimpered as he felt them shift so he lay against the couch. Wicked, green eyes starting down at him watched as He shifted and groaned under the welcomed weight of the man on top.
“You’re a good boy, never forget that.”
And he didn’t.
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End.
~~
I’m not dead, just been tired.