Quiet Night Onboard Prima Vista

Zidane's boots made an uncomfortable creak with each step they made on the burnt black wood of the pirate's former ship. The monkey boy's tail twitched in time with his lips as he crept through the rooms of the ship at night, fearing anyone besides his new close friend would awaken from the noise. Still, he moved with all the silent haste he could summon with lust heavily dictating his movement. Clutching at his pocket with an inborn fear of rival thieves, Zidane finally reached a dim slit of candlelight just underneath the door to a little black mage. With a final, almost deafening creak, the monkey boy slid the door open slowly, finding Vivi still awake on the late hour, just as they agreed on.

Vivi acknowledged Zidane's presence with only a look in his direction, aware of the monkey boy's warnings for silence, but not the reasons behind them. With a slow close of the door behind him, Zidane's slow creep turned to a confident walk to Vivi's side as his tail began to sway loosely with its normal swagger. He arrived at the little black mage's side with a small smile, careful not to part his lips with the expression, for him. Vivi only nodded up at the teen, instead of the normal shy glance downward with bright yellow eyes. The little mage had finally gotten used to the ritual he and Zidane started, much to the teen's relief. Much more, Vivi began the conversation this time, placing his small hand into Zidane's to pull him into his bed, almost eager to begin the night ahead.

Zidane was caught off-guard by the first statement of lust and fell onto the bed with an unwanted sound of crumpling hay and straw. Instinctively, Vivi pressed his gloved hand to Zidane's mouth, as if blaming him entirely for the noise. Zidane formally responded to Vivi's first declaration by moving the subject of passion forward by taking the boy's hand away from his mouth and pressing it firmly down to Vivi's side while the other began to trail a finger from Vivi's pitch black neck to the center of his clothed chest. The little mage suppressed even so much as an excited or pained exhale from the contact, fearing it would leave the room and wake the whole ship. Zidane softened his mistakenly aggressive tone by relieving the pressure his exerted on Vivi's hand and pressed it to the boy's cold dark cheek. Comforted, Vivi wanted to kiss the teen, but held back once more for fear of noise.

Zidane knew how to keep his silent tongue smooth and picked up where Vivi hesitated to move the topic of desire forward and began to slowly undo the leather bindings that kept Vivi's thick coat on. The teen's hands moved with years of delicate training and undid button and clasp without an offending pop or grind of metal. Vivi held his own hands tightly to his mouth in a desperate attempt to hold sound back once Zidane's gloves moved slowly across his black under-toned chest and raven-colored nipples. Quietly slipping one sleeve and then the other off the little mage, Zidane thought it time to finally time to ensure a silent night of love between the two boys and reached for the closely guarded item he concealed.

Vivi let his eyes express all the curiosity and questions they could convey as he stared at the roll of gray tape Zidane held tightly in his hands. Zidane's own blue eyes answered nothing as he slowly began to reveal the adhesive side of the tape to the little mage. Vivi tightly gripped at the sides of the teen's denim vest as the tape was brought down against his mouth, leaving only a gray bar contrasting the ebony skin around it where his mouth had been free to move. The boy was forced to think the question why as Zidane trapped his own mouth behind the tape before laying the roll on a bedside table warped from flames. Zidane moved his hands back to Vivi's, helping the little mage to reveal the teen's bare lean breast and stomach, continuing the normal line of conversation after the bizarre interruption of the tape.

Zidane slowly slipped off both his and Vivi's gloves, letting the boy fully experience the touch of his cold fingers to the monkey teen's warm body. Vivi said his thanks in a brief sweat and a tightening grip on Zidane's pectorals. Zidane continued the flow of muted words as he began work on Vivi's pants, his own bare hands relishing the feeling of the tight outline they gave Vivi's straining little erect penis. Slowly but surely, the teen slipped off the pants and boots Vivi often wore, leaving only the naked, pitch-black shadow of a magic boy, shuddering quietly under the monkey teen's touch.

Vivi reached out as far up to Zidane's shoulders as his small arms would take him, his ebony nails raking at just above the teen's elbows. Zidane's fingers dragged along petit feet to bare soft legs to tender thighs, stopping short of the tense genitals that threatened to orgasm from even the slightest press of the teen's flesh. Instead, the digits moved to Zidane's sides, quickly pulling down his own pants and bunching them around his ankles. The sight of Zidane's erect cock for the first time struck Vivi like a loud shout punctuated with a firm, thick and throbbing teenage member, a lump of admiring words in response forming behind his bound lips. The mage boy looked up in pleading request, his black child hands moving to the penis that dwarfed his own. Zidane denied the chance firmly, positioning his aching penis head to where the thought Vivi's rear should be with a tight painfully confined smile, barely moving the gray tape.

Vivi's young chest heaved with all the breath he could take in and breath out through his nostrils as a hot pant joined the words trapped behind the tape. Zidane's head let out a droplet of precum once it found the slight indentation that signaled the beginning of the boy's anus, wetting the small ring of muscle that kept tightly shut. A moan joined whispers of soothing words behind Zidane's taped lips as the head of his cock forced its way into Vivi. The teen's tail stood almost taut in response to the pleasure Zidane found in pushing slowly into the little mage boy. Vivi broke out in a fully body sweat as he began to let loose stark contrasting spots of his cum onto himself, more than pleasured enough just from Zidane's cock slowly stretching him out from the inside. A groan joined the increasingly constrained cacophony of lust building up in Zidane's mouth as he felt Vivi's cool skin against his thighs, his penis fully buried into the boy. A sigh added to the discordance Vivi's mouth held as he felt blissfully full of the teen while his smooth dark testicles emptied themselves again and again.

Silent passion moved Zidane's hips as they pumped in and out of the mage boy, the penis gliding in and out easier than the first entry with each faster and faster pelvic drive in. Sweat formed along Zidane's body from the effort, mixing with Vivi's wherever their skins happened to touch. Grunts and moans and pants assaulted at the gray tape that held them out of the open air as Zidane felt his abdomen tighten harder and harder into a wall of muscle bracing itself for the most intense orgasm of the teen's life. Finally, with a slow, deep thrust into the boy, the tape broke under the strain of a passionate scream, the roar echoing through the ship with deafening strength and mighty vibrations that shook Vivi's small body under him, making the boy cum one last time before left a spent, white upon black mess of lust. Exhausted beyond the ability to stay awake after the orgasm, Zidane crashed his weight upon Vivi's worn-out body. Vivi too, felt his waking consciousness slip away as slumber finally took him for the night.