Lion Play

Disclaimer: Not mine, but Squaresofts
Parings: SxSxZ
Warnings: hot boy on boy on boy lemon! ^^ pwp
Notes: I’ve been playing with this title for a long time but didn’t find a setting I liked. But voíla! I found it and I’m damn proud of the results.

Now, I would be very, very and I mean very thankful if you gave me your opinion of this. I know it’s just pwp and all that, but I’ve been trying to stay a little according to character and time and place and such. So please don’t just blow it over and leave without a comment ;)
Usually pwp’s don’t get a lot of comments, so maybe we could make this an exception?


Lion Play

What was a horny lion to do a cool evening after a hot day? During a mission? During an exam? They were supposed to watch this stupid square and it was supposed to be his most important mission in his life, still he was too hot and horny to think on it. All that swirled in his brain was the heat and ache in his body and the two blonds’ quarrelling.

Watching them only made him remember that night with that guy. An older guy that had only been a tourist seeing Balamb Harbour. That he had awoken the young trainee and given him a good taste of pleasure and then leaving without a second word wasn’t his problem.

Really. That tourist couldn’t possible know what the night had done to the poor teen. That he days after couldn’t think of anything else, or that he by seventeen suddenly exploded and found his body aching for pleasure that it had been denied a very long time. He hung his head and stared at the pavement. He tried imagining corpses or cold, cold water.

It still didn’t help his predicament. Zell made an outburst of frustration and stomped away around the fountain. Almasy just made a “tsk” and drew Hyperion to weigh her at his shoulder. Squall glanced at the older gunblader through his bangs. Something was wrong with him. Seriously wrong. He couldn’t stop imagining Seifer naked. All those times in the showers. Or when they trained bare-chested under the hot sun.

Afraid a blush would creep up his cheeks, Squall quickly averted his eyes and tried to think of something less arousing. Like hot dogs that always turned his stomach. How Zell could love it was beyond Squall. It was beyond him how the lithe but muscular teen could be so agile too. Or how he could gain his feet without using his hands. Or how he could run along walls or jump about double his length without much effort.

Squall gritted his teeth as he only could think about those hard muscles and wondered how the rest of the martial art fighter looked. Was he blond down there too? Was there any difference on the two blonds when it came to the hair there? Because Zell’s eyebrows were darker than Seifer’s and still they had about the same hair colour.

Suddenly Hyperion rested with a harsh clang beside him and made him jump high. Seifer put one foot at the cement bench the fountain had. Squall blinked up at the youth who glared down at him with a question in the green eyes.

“With that kind of attention the enemy would kill you without you knowing it,” he grunted and Squall glared as the comment required.

“Don’t freak out on me,” Almasy growled with a glare meant as a warning. Squall shrugged.

He had a hard time concentrating or even caring about what was said as he had to use all his willpower to not stare at the youth’s crotch. Hyne, what was wrong with him? Were all teenagers like this? Was he truly sick? Seifer turned is back on him with a sneer. Squall sighed in relief. His leather pants felt very tight.

He got up and walked away to the statue next to the fountain. At least he got the two others out of sight. He traced the tip of his Revolver between the cobblestones. He desperately wanted this mission over with, this whole day in fact. It may not be like him but he planed to sneak out to the sole nightclub in town. It was highly against the rules and would he be spotted he’d probably lose all chances at making SeeD.

Hyne, he must be really desperate to play with his future like that. But Squall had no other choice. He must know if it was just a fluke. That tourist had been very attractive and charming and had known what he was doing. Would it be the same with someone else? Or would he lose interest? Just thinking about it made him hard. Graceful spirits. Don’t let anyone of the others find out. That would truly be embarrassing.

“What’re you hiding here for?” Seifer growled as he came stalking with Hyperion still on his shoulder.

Squall didn’t feel the least threatened by the menacing stalking or the dark, narrowed eyes.

“I’m not hiding,” he said lowly.

Of course Almasy had to lean so close Squall’s eyes crossed to focus on him.

“No? Looks like you’re hiding to me. What’s the matter Puberty-boy? Is it too much for you? Should I call the instructor and tell them the perfect student is cracking under the pressure?” he sneered.

Squall couldn’t even find the strength to get indignant over the silly bait. But he couldn’t stop staring at those lips and eyes either. Seifer couldn’t even begin to imagine how right he was about “Puberty-boy”.

“You a virgin?”

Squall stared horrified at the blond. Seifer just blinked. Like he had been slapped and the sneer disappeared just as quickly.

“What?” he asked with a disbelieving tone.

“You heard what I asked,” Squall said calmly.

Hyne, had he really asked that? What was wrong with him? Seifer would cut his head off and Squall wasn’t too sure he wouldn’t let him. The older teen straightened with an expression between a renewing sneer and puzzlement.

“Of course not, you’re the only freak around. I’m sure even Zell has gotten laid,” he sneered but it was half hearted as the question still seemed to jar him.

Squall wasn’t surprised. Zell might look innocent and fumbling, but when no one was looking he had a charming smile for the girl he liked. Suddenly a leer had entered green eyes and Squall almost sighed. Of course the bully would find something to tease about.

“Having trouble with a date? I guess I could come down to your level and give you a few pointers. You sure could use them…”

Squall tuned out the ego talk about how Seifer was the only one able to make the girls come back for seconds. Like Squall was interested in a girl… It hadn’t even entered his mind one single time. He guessed it was because he didn’t want a relationship, he just wanted to fuck. Somewhere in the back of his head he pictured himself with a girl, but that would be love he guessed.

He eyed the blond who was going on about that he might help Squall with hints and tricks if he got something in return. Like that essay he still hadn’t done or maybe getting his bed made everyday for a month or so. Squall wasn’t interested in whatever the teen though he could teach Squall. If they made SeeD they would probably leave garden the very next day. The world was screaming for them. The brunet rose and Seifer shut up while eyeing him suspiciously.

He was probably ready for a little verbal fight which would lead to little pathetic sparring because they couldn’t afford to do real battle during a field exam. This could be a very good decision, or the worst Squall ever made in his short life. Then again he had a lot to win and very little to lose. Stepping close enough to reach the older teen, he didn’t look away from the narrowing green eyes.

“Just so you know, Leonhart, hitting a squad leader will most assuredly stop you from making SeeD,” he warned.

“Yes, probably,” Squall agreed.

Was he seriously doing this? It was insane. Still his hand slowly gripped the purple west of the blond in such a manner that Hyperion didn’t strike down. He took a couple seconds to contemplate his next move. He yanked the teen down enough so he could reach the neck and snap after it while taking the free hand of the blond to his groin and pressed it hard enough there for the other to feel the hard member.

“I’m horny,” he said hoarsely.

It surprised him that the reaction of jerking away was as delayed as it was. The hand jerked from his grip but he had a death grip around the west.

“The hell?! You’re a fag?” the blond growled.

Squall let his hand cup the blond who paled somewhat while panic seemed to make that vein in his temple throb. Squall arched an eyebrow as he felt the not so soft member there. While the older teen stood there and tried getting over his shock and panic to work up a decent anger, Squall rubbed the growing member. The shift from panic to rage seemed hard to come as the larger teen rapidly grew in his hand.

“You too?” he murmured and green eyes widened slightly.

At last the blond seemed to find his wits and gripped the offending hand in a bone crushing grip. He was obviously not ready for his own reaction. Squall could care less about the blond’s ego. A half hearted sneer tried to form on the blond, but Squall guessed his moves hadn’t been all too shocking. Considering Hyperion hadn’t descended yet.

“Well, well, didn’t know you was head over heels for little ol’ me,” the older teen tried.

“It has nothing with love to do, I just want to fuck,” Squall stated and he had shocked the teen for a second time.

The brunet was so hard it was painful in the tight leather. His heart was beating rapidly, somewhere in the back of his head he was screaming at himself. But if he stopped now, he would die of embarrassment. Better just charge on and hope they never remembered this afterward. He started rubbing the other again and used his fingers to find the outline of the other.

“You up for it or not?” he challenged. A good challenge always triggered the bully.

Seifer seemed to relent to his own ego and the smirk was on full blast again as he had decided Squall wasn’t joking with him.

“Maybe if you persuade me. The little guy isn’t used to another little guy,” Almasy pointed and stepped closer while lowering Hyperion.

Squall couldn’t help but smirk and almost purr in satisfaction. His body started humming in anticipation. He used both hands to yank at the belt around the waist of the larger teen. He backed up to the statue again while unbuckling the belt with all the bullets for the gunblade. Seifer leaned Hyperion against the statue while Squall unzipped the black pants.

“Are you doing this often?” the teen hummed as Squall sneaked a hand inside the trousers.

“No.” He could have said it was his second time but the teen didn’t need more material for teasing.

When he released the member, however, he wished he had said something. It was much larger than the tourist’s and it wasn’t even fully erect. It made him shiver in arousal and he quickly fisted it in a try to measure it. Seifer rested his hands against the statue, forcing Squall back against it.

“Too much for you?” he asked with a hint of that sneer.

“No,” Squall quickly answered.

“Then suck me off,” the blond said as if daring him. He probably thought this was just a hand job most guys fooled around with in the shower.

Maybe he wanted revenge for the shock earlier. Squall wasn’t going to ease up. Not when he had his hands on something like this.

He sunk down at the statue where it was shaped to a small bench. It wasn’t very low so he got in perfect height for the swollen flesh. He stroked it a couple more times. It was straight as a spike and the head of it a little bigger than the rest otherwise it was evenly thick from base to top. Squall’s cock was leaner, just as he himself was and not so long. Rather slender in comparison.

He heard Seifer take a breath to say something, and swallowed the head of the thing. The blond jolted and cursed in surprise. Squall gagged, not at all prepared to the volume. He had never sucked the tourist even if he had gotten one heavenly service himself.

He experimented with how much he could take in. It wasn’t nearly enough to please himself. Squall fisted the rest of the length and lowered the briefs more so he could get to the heavy balls. It made the blond jolt again. The brunet flicked his tongue over the swelling head and Seifer moaned softly.

He had blond pubic hair. Very dark blond, but blond nonetheless. Squall took in as much as he could and sucked hard while withdrawing until only the tip was still between his lips. It made the proud blond make a soft keening noise very unlike him. It surprised the brunet and he gazed up while descending on the rapidly growing member. Green eyes were dark in a way he had never seen them before. Pale lips were slightly parted in sharp, small intakes of breath.

The knowledge that he was the source for that made a pulse of blood press out in his already tormented length. Squall did it again. Sucked as hard as he could while withdrawing until he had the mere tip inside. There he flicked his tongue against it and Seifer cursed while heavy hips made an involuntarily jerk forward, gagging Squall again.

He massaged the forgotten balls and weighted them in his hands. The older teen was rock hard by now. He was quite vocal even though it was a lot of curses instead of moans. Squall retreated and stroked the swollen flesh. He was itching to stroke himself. Imagining the column of flesh inside of him almost made him delirious. Why had he waited so long to test sex?

“Shit, you actually know what you’re doing,” Almasy muttered while lightly rotating his hips into the fist.

“But don’t think I’m like those pansy assed gay lovers of yours,” he grunted and took a hand in brown hair.

Squall chose to continue sucking before the teen could press him back. It didn’t taste horrible. Actually, it didn’t taste very much if he didn’t lick the head. But he was careful with that as too much attention to that sensitive area had made himself lose control embarrassingly quickly. Instead he over and over tested his limits for how much he could take in. The blond helped by rocking back and forth.

Squall decided he had had enough. He unbuckled his three belts and unzipped. The brunet moaned deeply as he at last could fist himself. He was dripping and quickly smeared the pre-cum over his cock to get a good grip. The hand in his hair helped him a little up and down the column of flesh. Squall moaned as his head was pushed back against the statue from an overly eager thrust from the blond. Seifer rocked harder in his mouth, obviously close to coming.

The brunet pushed against the straight hips. He didn’t want to just suck the teen off, he was desperate to feel the flesh inside him.

“What the fuck!?”

The two teens jumped at the cry, Seifer withdrawing like he had been scalded. Squall wiped his mouth while continuing to slowly stroke himself. Zell stood only a little bit away, his mouth practically hanging by his knees. For a moment they just stood staring at each other. Squall gave the martial artist a cool glare before gripping the thick cock just inches from him and flicking his tongue over the red head. Seifer cursed and said something about spectators.

“Don’t you two hate each other?” Zell asked faintly while he couldn’t take his eyes away from what Squall was doing.

“Go away or join,” Squall growled before Seifer had formed any words.

The older blond actually smirked and stared down at him amusedly. One large hand returned to his hair and made him swallow the big cock again.

“You heard him, chicken,” Almasy chuckled.

It was probably the last comment making the blond move. Squall was delirious. Both blonds at one evening. He glanced at the approaching martial artist who was fidgeting with his jeans.

“Maybe you should persuade him too, eh, Squally-boy?” Seifer hummed while giving room to the other blond.

Zell didn’t seem to need much persuasion. Squall eagerly reached for the half released member and helped yank the jeans’s down enough for it to spring free. The lithe blond was already mostly erect. He moaned in a sigh as Squall took the head of it in his mouth. It was slender and long much like his own and that tourist’s.

One hand was in his hair and the straight hips jerked forward, which gagged him efficiently. Zell muttered an apology before letting the brunet set the pace. Squall was so hard and dripping he stopped stroking himself in fear of coming too soon. Zell was easier to take in. More length fit in his mouth and he almost overcame the gag reflex as the tip teased the back of his throat.

Squall was suddenly pressed back against the statue as the impatient bully wanted more. Squall eagerly sucked the big, fully erect manhood while stroking the other. When prompted he messily shifted cock. Zell moaned and trusted in his mouth without seemingly being able to stop himself. Without them noticing, the two blonds had moved close enough for their hips to touch.

Squall put the two red cockheads together before licking them. The moaning and groaning that followed sent heated waves down his body. The brunet stopped playing as he had had enough. Through some protests he rose to his feet. Squall moaned in a close cry as Zell boldly fisted his hard cock. The gunblader fell back against the statue while willing himself not to come just yet.

“I want to get fucked,” he hoarsely groaned.

“You’ve done this before?” Zell asked almost wide eyed.

Squall nodded and eyed the taller blond to see if he was still game. There was hesitation there though dark lust too. The brunet gave a small gasp as the martial artist boldly sneaked a hand under his leather pants and squeezed his buttock. He was surprised at the aggressiveness in the lithe blond.

Had he misjudged Zell’s admiring him so fatal? Had this been some kind of fantasy for the blond? Squall didn’t much care as his trousers were yanked down his buttocks and eager fingers were groping for that particular entrance. He gasped as two of them breached him. It didn’t quite hurt, but there were great discomfort. Not at all as when he had been with that tourist. Still, with a hand firmly stroking him his arousal didn’t wither.

“Turn around,” Seifer encouraged and his voice had dipped to an arousingly deep level.

He obviously still had his brain functioning as he had taken out one of his potions. Zell let him go and Squall did. He took support against the statue and arched his back a little while spreading his legs. Zell eagerly fisted his buttock and squeezed it.

The warmth of the potion trickled between his buttocks and Squall sighed. It felt like hot water. Two fingers massaged his anus until he was breathing harshly and that place opened up willingly. As the potion coated fingers pressed inside he gasped. So good. Warm and tingling and no bit of discomfort came with it.

“You seem to know what you’re doing,” Zell noted dryly and Seifer gave a sneer.

Squall gasped again as three fingers pressed inside. For not being “like one of his gay lovers”, Seifer sure was bold. Squall bucked his hips back on the three fingers, wanting more.

“So tight, you sure about this?” the tall blond huskily asked.

“Just get on with it,” Squall moaned, starting to feel light headed.

Four fingers were pushed inside and twisted in his slicked anal. His fingers clawed at the wall and the brunet moaned again.

“You go first.” Seifer slipped his fingers from the tight crevice.

Squall could understand that, since Zell was smaller. He might even be grateful for that bit of wisdom. Gloved hands gripped his hips and the blunt tip of the cock pressed against him. The brunet gasped rapidly as cock started filling him. Hyne, so good. Zell groaned against his shoulder and his hands squeezed so hard it hurt.

It slipped inside of him in one demanding push. It strained and certain muscles didn’t want to cooperate. Zell withdrew completely to do it all over again. Squall hitched at his breathing and moaned as he was emptied and then filled in one strong thrust. It felt so good and he bucked back against the blond who groaned.

Squall gasped as he was suddenly thrust into hard. The martial artist kept thrusting and the pace only increased. Squall’s head was spinning and he rested his chin against the cold stone of the statue to get some semblance of balance.

The lithe blond grunted and started slamming his hips against Squall, making it smack between them. The brunet was delirious. He moaned and grunted with each pounding into his body. He itched to stroke himself, so hard and aroused it was painful.

Still he didn’t seem to need it since his spine started tingling in oncoming orgasm. Way too soon. He’d never live down the embarrassment of coming so quickly. Zell groaned and slammed into him harder as his body clenched around the hard cock. Squall whimpered as his balls were gripped in a painful fist. He protested with moaning noises but the grip didn’t ease up.

“Don’t get too exited, Squally-boy,” Seifer huskily murmured.

Zell was ramming him so fast and hard he had a hard time standing still. So good. Hyne, so good. Then the martial artist shouted and lodged inside of him, just jerking uncontrollably a couple times. The lithe blond was groaning softly and didn’t seem inclined to soften. He still carefully withdrew and sticky semen followed. The feeling of having cum inside of him was… surprisingly arousing. The tourist had used protection, probably what they should do to.

“Come on, my turn,” Seifer said darkly.

Squall was a little surprised as the other gunblader sat down at the little ledge, big cock glistening with some of the potion. Not complying fast enough, large hands helped him get started. The brunet couldn’t quite understand how this was going to work until he was turned back to chest with the teen.

“See, now just take your time,” Almasy hummed as he kept a stable grip around Squall’s midsection.

The brunet straddled the other and grinded against the slippery cock. Hyne he was truly doing this. He had to take support against Seifer’s knees since he barely reached the ground. After a couple failed attempts, Seifer helped by holding the big dick. Hyne, his head was spinning from arousal, his body shivering. Being too eager, he sunk down on it and the big head entered too quickly.

Squall cried out and groaned loudly. Way more than he had ever tried. It hurt past the potion, preparation and pleasure. And it made his sight blacken just a fraction. Made that grip around his midsection crucial for his balance. Seifer was cursing.

“I said slowly damn it,” he growled.

Squall couldn’t really fathom what he was complaining about. Correcting his balance with his hands on the knees, he tried going a little deeper. It made him gasp sharply and his body to clamp up. Seifer easily lifted him up again. Not off, just so the very head was inside. Hyne, he’d never take it all. It pissed him off.

Squall sunk down again and fought hard to relax and control his breathing. So big, so much. Was it even possible for a man to take that? How did girls do it?

“Fucking Hyne,” the older teen cursed and his hands was clenching so hard Squall had to grip the fingers of one to have them ease up.

He was lifted again and he sunk down again. A little deeper he thought. He moaned in pleasure/pain. He couldn’t be really sane to want something like that up his ass. He was fucking splitting in two. After a couple rides up and down what he had gotten inside, it didn’t feel just as bad. Much like the first time the tourist had pushed inside.

His body was trembling and sweat rolled down his neck and back in strain to take it all. Suddenly his cock was fisted and a lightning show danced behind his eyes. Something short-circuited and made him start gasping in high pitched sounds and rock his hips. Hyne, he’d die from overriding pleasure. The head of his cock was fingered and he arched with a cry. Strong arms trapped him against the blond teen he was riding.

“Fuck yes, hyne damn, that’s it, take it all,” the gunblader cursed and rocked his own hips.

Squall moaned deeply in satisfaction as he realised he had succeeded. He had it all and it felt beyond good. He was let go to retake his support against the other’s knees. Zell let go of his cock and was jerking off a new hard on. Squall hitched at his breathing as he was lifted nearly straight of the length. He sunk down again, not completely though. He rose on his own and sunk down again.

Seifer was groaning incomprehensible things and Squall tried taking it all again. He found a rhythm to ride the cock and strained to keep it up. Large hands clenched around his midsection to then loosen and stroke his back and then fist his hips to try and help him up and down on the hard length.

“Baby, you’re so fucking hot,” Zell moaned.

He took a hand behind Squall’s head and urged him to open his mouth. Squall did and groaned around the cock. He didn’t have to bob his head, his up and down motion did most of it and the rest Zell did himself by rocking his hips. Seifer suddenly fisted his cock and stroked him. Squall saw stars and he was seriously dying.

His body tingled from neck to feet and cramped up long before he was shooting the long, white ribbons. His mouth got a flavour explosion and he swallowed by instinct. Seifer was filling him up if the hard grip and the animal grunts was anything to go on.

Once the powerful orgasm left him he felt light-headed and exhausted. Zell had withdrawn his spent length and was leaning against a hand at the statue.

“O shit,” the martial artist cursed and pressed up to the statue beside them.

“What?” Seifer grunted.

“Soldiers,” the lithe blond hissed.

They froze in an instant. Seifer pressed him back against the still heaving chest and Squall hoped to Hyne the soldiers didn’t come this way. He’d die of shame and a rightful such. What were they thinking fucking like rabbits in the middle of a battle? During long pressed seconds they were perfectly still and quiet.

His ass was starting to hurt. Not immersed in mind-blowing pleasure made him register the discomforts and pain. He could feel the cock throbbing inside of him and his own length twitched in response. Good Hyne, give him a break! They could die if those soldiers saw them and his body was still hyper?

Zell had corrected his clothes and jumped out of hiding once the soldiers had passed. The two gunbladers gave a united sigh of relief. Seifer even let his head fall down on the brunet’s shoulder. Squall could understand the exhaustion, felt it himself. Slowly he untangled and got help standing up. The pain made him gasp.

“They’re headed for that tower up on the cliff,” Zell reported as he came jogging back.

Where did he get his energy from? Squall felt lethargic and his legs shivered like jelly. He slowly zipped up and corrected his clothing. Seifer too corrected his clothes and picked up Hyperion to sheathe her. He gazed up at the tower.

“Shouldn’t we investigate or report it?”

“We can do that once the mission’s over,” Seifer said with a shrug.

Squall picked up his Revolver but stopped mid-move with a barely retained gasp. Good spirits. It hadn’t felt like this after the tourist. Granted he hadn’t been the size of Seifer. Turning to said blond he scowled at the amused smirk.

“Damn, are you even capable of walking?” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” Squall growled.


Author’s Note:
Wow, I got a whole series of hot SxSxZ settings while writing this. If I find the encouragement and motivation I just might write them down.