Office Follies

Beta: JupitorKnight
Warnings: Lemon goodies. Anal, oral
Notes: Long time no see. I know, I really should have updated this sooner but... It is a battle to write this. It’s so far from what I usually write... But!! I won’t give up, you all know that. Let’s just hope I can get some wind in my sails.

Please enjoy.


8

There was a special feeling waking up after a night/evening of satisfying sex. He had that low burning ache in the middle of his groin and knowing there was a partner close at hand made waking up that much more pleasant. Not even the sun filtering in through the windows bothered him more than a slight irritation.

Squall rolled over to see if said partner was awake, but instead he sat up hastily and blinked in sudden wakefulness. The bed was empty except for him. The brunet frowned and glanced at the bathroom door which stood fully open.

For a long moment he expected the blond to come out from there. Nothing. It took a while for him to fully accept that… Seifer had sneaked out on him. Squall threw a glance at the watch and noted that it was rather early.

The brunet sat for a moment while he slowly accepted that… Seifer had sneaked out on him. Squall threw off the covers with a frustrated noise in his throat. Here he thought that he at last had the elusive blond safe and secure and then the naïve man went and did something uncharacteristic. Irritated; the businessman got up to take a shower.

*****

He was still annoyed as he left his room to find some breakfast. It had all felt perfect yesterday night. He knew he hadn’t gone too fast. The blond had been more than ready to lose that virginity and damn him if he got morning after second thoughts.

This day was going to be hell. Squall was absolutely sure, after one too many experiences, that if your morning started badly the rest of the day would follow suit. His irritation wasn’t eased in the least when he forced himself to start thinking of this huge mess that had been landed in his lap.

He entered the bright dinning room that was serving a very nice looking breakfast buffé. Blue-grey eyes narrowed at the sight of a certain blond. The secretary was eating from a very stuffed plate while reading some papers. Squall ground his back teeth. Let’s just see what the tease had to say to his defense.

The brunet served himself a too big cup of coffee and a couple sandwiches. Breakfast wasn’t his thing since he was seldom hungry so early.
As he approached the so far unaware man, he had to admit Almasy was looking as good as ever. Even more so as he was out of the suite jacket and was only wearing the black pants and a white shirt. To Squall’s surprise the blond wasn’t wearing a slipknot yet nor had he buttoned all the buttons and the teasing sight of a bare chest was enough to make him stir and stare.

He had to admit it was difficult to school his expression and try to glare at the man. Then the blond made it impossible as he at last saw the brunet. Almasy fired of a smile that would make the sun green in envy. It literally stole Squall’s breath and he could only stare.

“Good morning. You were sleeping so I went ahead. You missed quite the sunrise by the way,” the smiling man greeted.

Squall slowly put down his plate in front of the secretary while warily wondering where this man came from and what he had done to Squall’s Seifer.

“Sunrise?” he asked while he tried to make his eyes not stare too long at either that marvelous smile or the exposed chest or the shirt straining over quite well formed shoulders.

“Yeah,” the blond made a gesture to the supposed east direction.

“You have perfect view from here, but as I said, you were sleeping and I was kinda hungry so I went ahead,” Almasy explained and that big, bright smile mellowed a little.

Squall wasn’t sure he would have survived much longer under the pressure of such unguarded… happiness or whatever you’d call that display. Except breathtakingly. As he sat down he hid behind his raised cup of coffee. It couldn’t be that a single night of sex would unveil the man? The unbuttoned shirt must be simple instinct of some kind. Seifer couldn’t possibly be doing that on purpose like a certain black haired co-worker sometimes did.

The blond was oddly enough rattling on about inane things that Squall didn’t really listen too. Seifer didn’t seem the least rattled from their tryst. Actually, Squall found him not at all virgin like. Then again, Squall hadn’t been especially modest his first time either but that had been different. Or was it just him thinking a first timer shouldn’t be so… none flustered? By Hyne, green eyes were staring into his eyes more often than not and that, Squall though, was abnormal.

Or at least he thought it was odd for a character like the secretary. He had believed there would be some awkwardness; that he’d have to coax the man again. Squall blinked.

“Wait a moment, you saw the sunrise?” he asked and rudely interrupted whatever the man was speaking about.

Seifer blinked and looked confused for a moment.

“Yeah, I told you so. Ten minutes ago or something,” Seifer agreed.

“But… the sunrises at 5:40 something here.”

Squall had to glance at his watch to confirm that it was closer to eight thirty in the morning.

“Yeah, do you always sleep so long or is it just because we’re here?” Seifer asked with a genuinely questioning expression.

Squall stared and blinked. Then he narrowed his eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me you get up at five something each day?” he asked sarcastically.

So the blond had been fretting, just he’d had a few hours to do it. How long had he been laying awake before getting up? The brunet felt more satisfied after having figured that out. No wonder the blond was acting strangely.

“Yeah, 5:00 each morning. But you were sleeping so… “Seifer shrugged and looked down at his food again.

Squall narrowed his eyes again as he studied the man. 5:00, each morning? Not even he got up at such ungodly hours.

“I wouldn’t have minded, getting up early,” he purred and Seifer looked up.

“Some morning fun in bed would have made this day perfect,” he continued and almost chuckled at the satisfying response he got.

Sunburned cheeks colored slightly and green eyes intently studied the breakfast. The blond’s Adam’s apple went up and down one too many times. Squall smirked. He had been right. The tease had been up brooding all morning. He was just about too indulged more in the subject as a group of people entered the dining area. The brunet made a silent growl at the sight of the people from Lioness. Mr Akersson saw them and smiled. Squall made a nod in greeting.

As he had said, if the day started badly it was doomed to continue that way.

*****

The temper was flaring again. Kouri had no patience with these men and Squall wasn’t even trying to rein in the man. Half way into this meeting Seifer wished he had taken another line of work. Like a librarian or a preschool teacher. Or just about anything that would put him a couple hundred miles from there.

“Are you insane?!” Kouri roared and stood from his chair.

“Insults won’t benefit you, Mr Kohoshi!” Mr Akersson responded just as heatedly.

“Insult? That was a bloody compliment!” the man roared back.

Squall grabbed Kouri’s arm and did it harsh enough to have the man wince and sit down. The two parties glared at each other under a strained, huffing silence. The secretary from Lioness’s was hunching on her end and looked like Seifer felt. Let the fire alarm go off or just about anything.

The temperature in the room was smoldering and the agonizing emotions flashing through the air was sharp enough to cut it. Nothing Seifer did helped. No subtle coffee breaks or shifting of thing. Not even lunch had made a dent in this thick atmosphere. They had all more or less ignored their salads and just continued on.

Finally, Leonhart rearranged his stack of papers before leaning his elbows at the table and putting his fingertips together. Seifer shuddered at the almost silvery gleam in those eyes. He’d turn to a puddle of jelly if he received that glare.

“I suggest we continue this tomorrow. What you request is… ludicrous,” Squall said calmly.

It shouldn’t be humanly possible to have such a razor-sharp calm, icy voice. Mr Akersson did twist some in his seat and his eyes wouldn’t stay locked with the other man’s.

“It’s not, and you know it, but by all means. Call your associates’, count your numbers. It won’t change the fact that SeeD Exports are decaying and we are offering you a good deal,” the man huffed angrily.

Kouri made a sneer and started growling something but Squall easily hushed him by a subtle gesture. Then he gave the Lioness’s party a smile that should have made sharks flee. Mr Akersson did look a bit rattled and they rose like one man and left without a word. The stressed secretary hurried after her bosses and was the last to leave.

Once the door closed Seifer took a moment to breath deeply and massage his temples. Kouri cursed lividly and started pacing in the room. Squall simply leaned back and closed his eyes. The silence beyond Kouri’s pacing was stifling.

This was far more serious than anyone of them had guessed. The Lioness’s claimed that SeeD Exporters had an such a bad financial situation that they would go into bankruptcy in two years. Neither Squall or Kouri had managed to confirm with the company on anything. It left them quite defenseless in these negotiations. The fact that the CEO had no knowledge of what the Lioness’s proclaimed made for an unsettling situation.

Even Seifer understood there was an infestation in the heart of SeeD Exports. While the two men paced and thought silently and was making that strange silent communication between themselves, Seifer gathered his things.

Squall would probably ask for a phone conference to be held so he started to prepare for that. Since the lunch had been a disaster he needed to order some food for them too.

“This is fucking ridicules! They must be lying or being miss informed,” Kouri growled.

Squall said nothing. But he had a worried wrinkle between his eyes and the grey-blue gaze was hard. Hyne help the culprit who was at fault for this.

“Seifer, I want a phone conference with the whole Board in one hour,” Squall ordered calmly but sharply.

Seifer gave a nod and disappeared, glad to get away from the heavy atmosphere. He was very happy he wasn’t a member of the Board at that moment. He understood the gravity in this situation, but he couldn’t muster the energy to put into such upset feelings the two had. Perhaps because he hadn’t been with the company for so long or because he could easily find another job. He guessed it wouldn’t be as easy for either Kouri or Squall but then again, both should have enough money on the bank to live good for a long while.

The only upside to this intense day was that it didn’t give him much time to reflect on the night. Still it was in the back of his head every second. Like the lure of a good smell. He carefully avoided those thought since he had important things to do and that just made him confused. He had spent a great deal of thinking about it in the morning and still not gotten any better solution than decide what to do once they got back. Seifer halted an employer he met in the corridor.

“I need somewhere to set up a conference call,” he asked with a smile.

“Of course, please follow me,” the girl smiled back and set off down the corridor.

It was surprising how fast she could walk in the clothes she wore. The room offered was small with a round table that could fit perhaps seven people. It was equipped so you could hold both phone and video conferences.

“We need something to eat too, and coffee,” Seifer asked her before she could fly away.

“Of course,” she smiled back and was off faster than lightning.

The blond dumped his bag at the table and set to call everyone he needed calling to make this work. It took time but overall it went smoothly. The food and coffee arrived and Almasy asked the girl to go find the two business men so they knew where to be. Then there was about ten minutes of doing nothing else but pace the room to stretch out weary muscles.

It was impossible not to let his mind slip. He had been right in his belief that things would be complicated and confusing, just not so confusing. There were so many questions that had popped up. Was that all? Were they something more than only boss and employee now? What about Kouri? Hadn’t he and Squall… had something? Or had Squall just cheated on his lover? Seifer didn’t like the thought of having aided in such betrayal.

The door opened and the secretary jumped and felt like a child caught doing something he shouldn’t. However, Kohoshi and Leonhart was in a heated argument and took little notice of Seifer. The blond made a silent sigh and almost rolled his eyes as both ignored the small buffet placed on the table and simply sat down as if ready to hold an interrogation.

Almasy gave them each coffee and a plate with sandwiches and a couple cakes since they seemed to have forgotten a body actually needed energy to function. Squall ignored the cup and for some reason it irked Seifer. He pointedly put the plate halfway across the business man’s paper to make sure the brunet actually saw it. It was comical how the action made Squall interrupt whatever he was saying and stare down at it as if he truly hadn’t seen it before.

Seifer couldn’t help but smile in amusement as grey-blue eyes looked up as if to ask what that thing in front of him was.

“It’s called refreshments. You know, that little insignificant thing that will make your brain work better?” Seifer commented amusedly.

For a moment Squall stared blankly at him, then Kouri chuckled and there was a slight amused smile on the brunet. Although it looked like he wasn’t sure he should find it amusing and not scold his secretary. The conference started and Seifer wished himself miles away.

Squall was quite the ruthless man when he put that gear in. Whatever whining was heard from anyone was shot down as effectively as if it had been made by a shotgun. He didn’t tolerate any angry outbursts or any whining or anything else than dead focused concentration on the problem.

It wasn’t long until more people were connected to the conference. Some just to verify something, others to give a opinion and thirds to get orders to do something asap. It was like watching a war strategy meeting. In less than two hours Squall had managed to start a huge machinery to both find the scumbag eating at the heart of them, get a group together to fully dig up the SeeD Exports financials and others to make a plan to save the company from getting bought up.

It was a show ruthless leadership and a sharp mind that was simply stunning. No one argued with this menace and Seifer started to understand what was truly needed to lead such a huge company. Once the call was ended it was almost past dinner time. All three of them had discarded their suit jackets and Kouri had gone as far as to roll up his sleeves and ease up on the slipknot.

While both men took a precious moment to relax and hopefully make their brains stop spinning, Seifer started to gather their stuff and clean up. He had the urge to take a very long run. It would be a nice way of easing stress and after being cooped up inside the whole day an hour or two of fresh air would be heavenly.

“Dinner anyone? Or are we going straight to the baths?” Kouri wondered.

Squall looked annoyed.

“Have you tried them yet, Seifer?” he asked.

“No. I was thinking of taking a jogging trip,” Seifer answered distractedly.

Kohoshi’s chuckle made him look up and notice the intense stare Squall was giving him.

“A jogging trip?” the brunet asked with an almost venomous tone and the look in his eyes was either murderous or ludicrous.

Seifer wanted to squirm under that stare and he desperately wondered what he had done now.

“Yeah, ease off stress. We’ve been cooped up all day,” he shrugged.

It just made Kouri laugh again before standing to stretch and get his things.

“Seriously Leonhart, subtlety isn’t the key here,” he smirked before leaving them.

Seifer wondered if it would be alright for him to run after the man since Squall was looking at him like a displeased Griever sometimes did.

“You’re dumb, you know that?” Squall suddenly said sharply.

“Excuse me?” Seifer blinked.

Blue-grey eyes narrowed. Slowly Squall rose and walked up to the blond. There was a sneaking quality to his steps and something in the smooth moves made Seifer’s mouth dry and other things hot.

“Or are you just playing dumb? I honestly can’t tell. Let me put it this way then, dinner in my room,” Squall said sharply.

It was like having a bell ring in Seifer’s head. Had Squall wanted to… do stuffs in the baths? But what about Kouri? Because he had been the one to say something first. Then again, perhaps… Seifer stopped his thoughts as Squall made a move forward. The damage was done though, the blond was blushing furiously from the sudden dirty thoughts that had popped up.

As Squall took the last steps up to him to almost press them together, the most sensitive anatomy on the blond reacted harshly. He swallowed at the suddenly pleased and somewhat dangerous expression on the brunet. Squall was making that certain smirk and Seifer started to understand exactly what the man wanted when making that expression.

They were standing so close so that when Squall angled his hips some their groins whispered against each others. Heat pooled downward in an instant, his heart started racing and his breathing picked up. How could a simple look, a barely felt pressure make his sense fly straight out the window?

It was much harder this time around. The lust flared up in him like a living being. The sweet memory of last night assaulted him and made rational thoughts scatter. Would they do it again? Could he? He wasn’t very intoxicated right now and it was felt by the nervous knot in the middle of his stomach. How could one be so aroused and at the same time so nervous?

Squall wasn’t letting his eyes go. It was like hypnosis. Those nice hands were traveling up his chest, only fingertip whispering across him. Seifer found himself leaning down some since he had a ridicules urge to taste those lips again. Cool fingertips grabbed his jaws and then their lips breathed against each other. Squall pushed his hips forward and the blond groaned and reflexively grabbed the slim waist on the other.

The heat that shoot downward made him throb maddeningly. However their groins didn’t stay pressed together and Seifer had the urge to simply draw the man closer. He tried to press their lips together, but for some confusing reason squall prevented him.

“Now he understands,” Squall said huskily and smirked as their groins were rubbed together again.

Seifer found that whatever little resistance he had boosted with before yesterday night, was quite gone. He kissed the sensual man and groaned in satisfaction. He daringly dragged them close together and Squall gave a breathy noise as they rubbed against each other.

The brunet buried his hands in blond hair and deepened the kiss. It was wet and teeth sometimes touched and still Seifer thought it was the best he had ever had. It felt surreal to run his hands up the lean back of the man. It felt surreal standing there at all kissing the brunet. Seriously, what harm could this be? When it felt so good? When all his spinning brain could think about last night and doing it again.

Squall gripped his arm and Seifer almost disentangled. They were, after all, standing in an unlocked room where personnel would soon be to clean up properly. However, his hand was directed downward and Seifer felt weak and hot and ridiculously nervous as he was urged to squeeze a firm buttock. The kiss was resumed with an aggressive intensity that took Seifer somewhat by surprise.

They rubbed together harder and Seifer groaned together with the lithe brunet’s light moan. Hyne, they had to continue. Seifer couldn’t stop. He wanted it too badly. He felt shivery with excitement and his arousal was heightening with each passing second. The only thing that truly deterred him was the location. Squall’s hands were suddenly between them and fiddled with Seifer’s shirt and pants.

It took long moments before Seifer realized that Squall was serious. In an almost panicked reaction, Seifer caught the nimble hands that had managed to undo his pants and some buttons in his shirt. Blue-grey eyes snapped up and there was naked confusion/annoyance/heat in those depths.

“Come on, you can’t fool me now,” Squall growled with a slightly breathless hoarse voice.

“You realize where we are, right?” Seifer asked wide eyed because he wasn’t sure Squall was by his senses.

But the sly man smirked. He seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. Seifer’s heart raced up in his throat and he was sure he turned as pale as a ghost at the sound of approaching footsteps. His brain stopped functioning at the panic that wanted to overwhelm him. Hyne, if anyone saw them… It was not something he wanted even if he had been fooling around with a legitimate girlfriend. Squall was not as dysfunctional.

He shrugged free of Seifer and easily dragged the half open shirt up completely to hide the open pants. Then there was no more time to do anything, the steps was outside.

And passed by.

Seifer felt like a deflated balloon. The scare had had a negative reaction on his arousal but squall didn’t seem the least bothered. He boldly took Seifer’s hand and guided it to a still very healthy erection.

“My room, now,” Squall huskily ordered.

There was no room to disobey in those blue-grey depths and honestly, Seifer didn’t want to. A safe room with a locked door. He gave a short nod.

It was an odd feeling correcting his clothes and gathering his things to follow the smaller man. His heart didn’t calm down as they walked through the building. One moment he couldn’t stop imagining what they would to, the next he was wondering if he was insane. Seifer racked his eyes along the lithe body when they stopped by Squall’s door. It took almost no time for it to open and let them in.

The nervousness was a heavy thing in his stomach and muscles. Or maybe it was the mix of lust in all that that made him feel like jelly. The door closed with a click and when Seifer turned around, squall pointedly locked it. Then he slowly approached and Seifer was sure he exaggerated the swaying, smooth motion. Slim hands made short work of Squall’s own slipknot and shirt. However, he didn’t slip it off. Just opened it fully. As the man started to slip out of his borrowed slippers, Seifer did the same. However, his hands were stopped when he tried to undress.

Without a word, Squall took over the task. Those nimble hands slowly relieved him of the slipknot before starting on the buttons. Their groins whispered against each other again and Seifer wanted to do something with his big hands that currently only felt clumsy and in the way. Squall had gotten half way and suddenly leaned forward. Seifer shuddered and automatically buried a hand in the silky hair as a wet tongue licked him from the middle of his chest up to the hollow of his throat. The rest of the button slipped fee one after another and when his bellybutton was visible, Squall slowly sunk to his knee.

Seifer shuddered and moaned as the wet tongue dipped into the hollow. He was throbbing in his pants and with each dip of that tongue and each feel of careful teeth and whispery touch at that sensitive neither region, Seifer grew even harder. Those last buttons was torture. The wet mouth followed them and was soon at the rim of sleek pants. The last button was freed and Seifer could hardly breath as those hands slowly traveled down. He all too well remembered the feeling of that wet mouth around himself.

It made him grow so hard he was tenting his pants. Squall ghosted his fingers along the length and Seifer made a breathy noise as the mouth followed. On the outside and still it felt so good. He buried both hands in brown hair and tousled it restlessly. For long agonizing moments Squall simply gnawed on the outside of the bulge. When he finally started to fiddle with the button and zipper, Seifer was ready to beg. He couldn’t breathe as his pants where undone and together with his briefs they were dragged down to his ankles.

His length stood like a tower from him and poked the brunet in his face. Seifer felt delirious and so aroused he wasn’t sure what to do. He groaned as Squall licked him from the base along the underside up to his blooming head. The brunet tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue to have the thick head rest on the wet appendage. The blond could hardly breathe as hot air was washing over the sensitive region and then Squall opened wide to take him down. Except he didn’t.

He opened wide and took inside the head, but never closed his mouth around the throbbing length. Instead he withdrew and let it just barely touch his lips while resting on his tongue. He did it again and hot condensation wrapped around the pulsing member. Not this time either did Squall close his mouth, but withdrew and instead leaned it against his upper lip to tease the underside with a wriggling tongue.

When he repeated the teasing action a third time, Seifer groaned and squeezed his eyes closed hard. The urge to simply hold the man still in his hair and press inside was almost overwhelming. Even more so as teeth carefully held him in the still quite too open mouth and the tongue started teasing his slit. Seifer groaned loudly and started shivering and jerking. He tilted his head back and seriously contemplated trusting forward.

Then full lips enveloped him. Wet heat closed in around his throbbing head and Seifer made a whimper. Merciful, beloved Hyne. Squall wasn’t doing anything, just sitting there and Seifer managed to look down. Intense grey-blue eyes stared up at him and a nice eyebrow arched slightly. Squall then slowly started to withdraw and Seifer found himself keeping him there by force. There was a amused quirk in the corner of the brunet’s mouth and that tongue started to tease the blond again. Seifer gave a deep groan and jerked his hips. Spirits. So good. To slide himself deeper. To feel that wetness and heat around him.

Squall did nothing to stop it so Seifer didn’t stop. He pressed deeper and deeper. He saw himself disappear inch by inch and Squall had closed his eyes and tilted his head some. Almasy groaned as he felt the throat against his length. He stopped pushing and felt himself tremble. Hyne, he was going to come and for breathless agonizing moments Seifer didn’t dare to move. Then squall decided for him by slowly withdrawing. By some miraculous power, Seifer didn’t come.

Squall rose once fully withdrawn and the surprising move almost made Seifer keep him down in his hair. He had to let go as Squall tugged at his shirt. Once Seifer was naked, Squall opened his own pants. He was as hard as Seifer and when he let the shirt fall the blond swallowed harshly. The man was as beautiful as last night. Pale, sleek. Blue-grey eyes were dark and intense and when he stepped closer again, he seemed to unconsciously lick his lips.

Cool hands boldly fisted Seifer’s girth and the blond made a deep groan. He reflexively put his hands on the brunet’s back. He didn’t know what to do, and he knew what he wanted to do and he didn’t know what he could do. It was all just a confusing mess of desire and nervousness. Squall leaned up and Seifer eagerly tried to meet the kiss, except the brunet eluded him. Their lips missed and wet tongue and sharp teeth were gnawing on his jaws, up to his ear to bit the earlobe.

“The bed,” Squall said huskily.

He easily led Seifer the short way to the bed and sunk down first. Seifer felt clumsy and disorientated as he followed the beauty. He was so hard and aroused and he really wanted to kiss the man. So he did. It surprised Squall, that much was obvious. However, the brunet gathered himself quickly and shifted to spread his legs on either side of Seifer. He guided one of the blond’s hands to a firm thigh and Seifer stroked it eagerly.

He scooted closer to deepen the kiss and stroked the tantalizing, smooth thigh harder. Up to the hip, down to the knee. Squall stopped him though and Seifer looked on as clear gel was put on two of his fingers. Squall guided him to the right place and Seifer’s mouth turned as dry as sandpaper. At an insistent urge of rocking hips and tugging hand he started to stroke that heavenly place. Squall buried a hand in is hair and breathed against his lips.

“Come on, put them inside,” he urged huskily.

Remembering the garden from before, Seifer did as told but slower this time. Still it went far smoother and easier with the lubrication. His fingers sunk inside as if they were sucked inside and Squall moaned. Seifer started moving them since that was the idea and found the same fascination for the feel as he had before. It was so hot in there, so smooth and wet and tight. He slowly put a third in there and Squall leaned back on his hands, legs widely spread and bent at the knees.

“Deeper, all the way,” Squall urged and rocked his hips.

Seifer did as told and shivered in arousal. He withdrew his fingers only so he could bury them completely again. The clear gel made it so slippery and easy.

“Use all of them,” Squall urged and Seifer tried to swallow in his dry mouth.

It was more difficult to get in all four. It was so tight and yet all four sunk inside without protest. Squall moaned and his hips jerked a little. Seifer was transfixed by the sight of the anus lips slick around his fingers. He rocked them a little and Squall moaned breathily.

“Crook them. Bend your fingers,” Squall breathed and looking up gave Seifer a harsh throb to his cock.

Squall was flushed and his eyes so dark. His length stood slick along his stomach and his hands had buried in the covers. Seifer did as told but didn’t quite know what for. He moved about in there and touched something that made Squall jolt and moan loudly. It made Seifer jerk in surprise and for a moment he was afraid he had hurt the man, but Squall rocked his hips.

“Come on, you had it. Do it again,” Squall urged.

He did and when pressing against that place, Squall made an arch and jolt and moaned. It was a little spot in there that felt different from its surroundings. He tried to explore it, to figure out its shape and texture. Was it… the prostate gland? It was actually true it could feel good stroking that? He was so busy exploring it that when Squall suddenly seemed to collapse and grip his arm, Seifer thought he had hurt the man again.

“Hyne, don’t stop,” he groaned and there was something in the flushed face and the voice that sent a horse kick of pleasure to the blond’s groin.

He attacked the place with new vigor and watched blue-grey eyes turn half lidded with intense pleasure. Seifer suddenly realized what he was doing. He was making the brunet so flushed. He was making those eyes dilated. He was making the man feel this good. The blond kissed the slightly open mouth while starting to rub that spot. The nipples on the man were small, hard darker spots on the pale chest and it drew Seifer’s attention.

He sucked one and Squall gave a gasp before promptly falling to his back and burying his hands in Seifer’s hair. He was held down to that pointy flesh and Squall rocked against his fingers.

“Harder, suck harder,” the man groaned.

Seifer obliged and Squall shuddered.

“Harder,” Leonhart growled.

Seifer did. He sucked on a chunk of flesh hard enough that the brunet jolted and arched. The tunnel around Seifer’s fingers suddenly squeezed down harshly and he stopped moving.

“No,no,no,no,” Squall muttered and gripped Seifer’s arm harshly while rocking his hips.

Looking up Seifer was surprised to see what his attention had done. The nipple was slightly swollen and the skin wet and bruised. The brunet’s length was weeping on his stomach and there was so much pre-cum it ran down the side of the flat stomach. The secretary jolted and groaned as his forgotten manhood was fisted. It too was weeping as Squall made sure he realized that by cruelly stroking a thumb over it.

“Put it in me, come on,” Squall growled and tugged at him.

Seifer wasn’t late to follow orders. He scooted closer and Squall angled him correctly. Seifer had to lay down and shuddered as his sensitive head pressed against that slick hole. He only shifted to have a better angle and balance, but it also plunged him inside with sudden sharpness. Squall gasped together with him and the cool and was harsh around him.

Almasy fought to keep breathing. Of clearing his brain from stars and overwhelming pleasure. Squall wasn’t letting him. He was rocking his hips and clenching so hard Seifer for a moment wasn’t sure he wanted to go deeper or withdraw. Lean legs raised to loosely press up against Seifer’s sides.

“Don’t stop,” Squall growled and circled his hands to Seifer’s back.

The hands stroked downward to his buttocks and Seifer jolted forward as sharp nails was put down in the soft flesh. Hyne above. He was being sucked into such heat and tightness it was likely to kill him. Such an encompassing feeling. Squall was arching under him and making a funny noise but his hands urged the blond on and Seifer didn’t stop until he was as deep as he could reach.

He wanted to immediately withdraw and thrust in, but he didn’t. Squall was trembling and making weird noises and the nails had shifted from buttocks to shoulder-blades. Bliss, so tight around him and it was hot and throbbing. Squall was making noises because of him and the tunnel suddenly undulated around him, making him groan and reflexively pushing against the pressure. That led to a reflexive thrust and then he couldn’t stop.

The brunet was moaning under him and that tunnel was likely to squeeze him to death. Suddenly those nice hands were put at his chest and pushed.

“Wait, Hyne, take it out,” Squall moaned.

Seifer obeyed without question although he was still so aroused his head was spinning. As he slipped free Squall made a shuddering groan and his hand was around Seifer’s throbbing length. He could feel the hole clench tightly against the head of his length.

“Were you really this big yesterday?” Squall groused and Seifer didn’t know if he should really be feeling as smug as he was.

However, he didn’t have time to make a comment as Squall urged him inside again. Slowly, inch by inch he was sucked inside and when he was balls deep again Seifer groaned against the man’s pale throat. He dared to suck the earlobe like Squall had done earlier. More careful this time, he started rocking in the blissful heat. They kissed and Seifer groaned into it, Squall answered with barely audible moans.

He noticed a shift soon enough. He could rock much easier, Squall was making a different kind of noises. Seifer started to thrust softly, mindful of shifting pace or rhythm each time he felt too close to peaking. He wanted to go on and on, it felt so good. Then Squall was pushing at him again and almost Seifer was too far gone to be able to stop. This time he was not just made to withdraw but get up too.

Squall gracefully twisted to his stomach and Seifer shuddered in arousal as the man got up on all four although still on his elbows. It was just something in the line of his back and hips that looked so damn erotic.

“Don’t just stare, fuck me already,” Squall huskily ordered.

It seemed Seifer’s hands were made to lay around those firm buttock and that lean waist. Lined up against that little puckered entrance he had a dizzy moment where he wonder if he could fit. He pressed slowly against the slick hole and had to steady himself with one hand so he didn’t slip. Such resistance. He pushed harder and could feel the hole clench. Squall was moaning and shuddering. Then the hole opened up and Seifer sunk half way inside in a breath.

He pressed inside the rest of the way and groaned deeply once balls deep. Squall suddenly started stroking himself and the tunnel clamped down around Seifer with breath stealing force.

“Fuck me,” Squall moaned.

Seifer withdrew and sunk back in. Bliss. He started thrusting in the clenching hole. Too much. He couldn’t hold on.

“Don’t hold back, come on, ram it in there,” Squall groaned and rocked back on Seifer.

He let go and followed his instinct. He thrust sharply in the slick, clenching hole and Squall was making louder noises. Hyne, he couldn’t hold back. He started thrusting hard enough to have it smack between them. He circled the waist harshly while starting to pound inside. Squall was making keening noises and was stroking himself furiously.

“Squall,” Seifer groaned as warning.

He couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Harder, ram me,” Squall gasped in response.

Seifer did. He thrust harder and faster, his pace increasing until he was sure his balls would break. His orgasm started in his head. It made him see white before it exploded from him. Ripped from the bottom of his feet and top of his head. He was groaning and shuddering and thrusting desperately in the tight tunnel. Squall was making crying noises and jolting and jerking beneath him. Pain registered to him. Pain and immense pleasure as the tunnel squeezed down around his excruciatingly.

Seifer groaned and thrust desperately. The tight fit seemed to milk him beyond his capability until the pain and pleasure slowly faded and left was spinning darkness. He withdrew and followed Squall down in the soft bed. They lay panting and gasping, the smooth skin under his hand was shuddering and he wondered if he too was trembling like that.

Their legs were entangled and Seifer felt hot and sweaty but it didn’t disgust him. Once he had gotten his wind back a euphoric feeling started to fill him. He guessed that perhaps this was what it was being high. He wanted more. He wanted to stroke the tantalizing skin, touch, squeeze, let his hands explore what he hadn’t. Seifer realized that his hand; which still rested on the man; was doing just that. He had been manipulating a peaking nipple without really thinking about it and once he did he wasn’t sure he should continue.

However, his faltering movement made the brunet twist around. The blond jerked in surprise as he was kissed roughly. Teeth nudged but not for long. He eagerly met the tongue with his own and groaned at the sensual feeling of stringing tongue against tongue. His hand was urged to keep moving on the flat chest, so he did. Seifer let himself lean back down and once his arm was free, he buried his free hand in those silky tresses.

Squall moaned and guided the blond’s hand lower until he fisted a already half swollen member. The secretary moaned when he received the same attention.

“You’re not tired yet, right?” Squall huskily smirked.

Seifer smiled in return.

“No, not yet,” he agreed.

Tomorrow he would have even more things to brood about, but tonight he would go with the flow.


Author’s Note:
Ok, I feel satisfied with this chapter, hope you people do too! Hopefully I can get into this more now when “To trust a cop” and “Frozen Dance” is over and done with. I’ll try to at least get two thirds of this story done before I post the sequel to “To trust a cop”.