Tomorrow

AN: I have no idea of what the heck I was thinking when I wrote this O.o Totally Cloud-centric (And here I don’t even like Chocobo-head). I think it was something in the means of a beginning to a story, that I’d have Reno being reported for dead or something like that… and then him coming back “from the dead,” however things had changed then…
Oh well, nevermind me. Just read and drop me a comment or two.

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Cloud cried out, rocking his hips back against the body poised above him. For each time that sweat-stroked body moved forwards and the prick brushed against his sweet spot a harsh gasp left his lips; his mouth incapable of forming other words.

Hair that was longer than his own tickled his throat as his lover bent down to nip at an exposed collarbone, then licking up to the ear, something that made the blonde shiver and half-unconsciously clench down. The hand on his hip clutched down almost painfully at that, then its brother that for a few seconds had gripped the bed-sheets resumed in stroking Cloud towards completion.

The tightening in his groin growing for each moment passing by, noticeable by the way he with more and more desperacy pushed back and his hands doing that cliché of clutching the sheets.

When the feeling became too much to bear and little white stars burst behind his eyelids he had completely managed to forget why it was like this tonight; himself on the receiving end while completely over-stimulated.

But then a little while later, when his red-headed lover also had reached his peak and lay exhausted next to him; trying to gather enough strength for yet another round, Cloud would remember the reason.

Because it was always like this the night before a dangerous mission. Fucking like there was no tomorrow.

Some would raise their eyebrows and wonder why they didn’t try to make a last night together memorable by slow and teasing lovemaking; but that had never been their style. Besides, if it came to that point of that only one of them would live by the following nightfall then that would only bring more painful memories.

They instead trusted in their bodies, never once speaking other for the moans and groans, the occasional half-whispered ‘harder’ or when they finally collapsed the other’s name.

Blocking out all thoughts the blonde rolled over, deciding that tomorrow could wait. What happened then would happen, but until then… well, to quote the man whose back arched in the most alluring ways when his nipples were teased; “Best make usage of the time you have until then.”