Wherever You Will Go

Title: Wherever You Will Go
Fandom: FFVII / FFVIII crossover
Authors: Calvi Sama (Vincent) and Madisuzy (Laguna)
Pairing: Vincent and Laguna
Summary: From an erotic chance encouter blossoms a love that will test both
men's desire and devotion and will send them on a journey of self discovery that will change both of their lives forever.
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing.
Rating: +18
Disclaimer: We don’t own FFVII or FFVIII and make no money from this story.

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Title is taken from the song – Wherever You Will Go by The Calling.
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Chapter 1

Sitting in the pitiful attempt at a trendy café, Vincent Valentine felt horribly out of place and very, very naked. He had left behind his red cloak and mantle – at Reeve’s insistence – as well as his gauntlet, leaving in place the black glove. He had drawn the line at leaving behind Cerberus, so the gun remained strapped to his thigh. He wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten volunteered for this little ‘job’, but he suspected his innate gullibility had something to do with it.

Vincent winced and glanced again at the clock on the wall. He still had fifteen minutes. Reeve had called him on short notice and all but begged him to meet with his liaison from a small, peaceful country called Esthar that he had been negotiating with for the past several months. But the commissioner was eternally busy, and it had earned him a large favor in return, so he had swallowed his discomfort and agreed to do it. Sighing, he looked again at the clock and saw that it was straight up 12:00 and still no sign of this woman.

Laguna’s eyes darted around the streets as he walked along nervously. Gods, this was not his day. He was supposed to meet some guy that Reeve had sent and he couldn’t even find the damn place. It’d been years since he’d done anything like this, more used to sitting in an office all day and filling in paperwork. Now, here he was, sneaking around in a bloody cape like a Halloween reject, trying to find some café.

Stopping to check the piece of paper he’d written directions on, he looked up to find it two doors down. Typical. He’d already walked past this place twice. He resisted the urge to flee and took a deep breath as he opened the door.

Stepping inside, he looked around the room quickly before the host appeared and told him which table he was looking for. He peeked out from his hood to see a young, handsome man looking less than thrilled to be there. Great, this should be fun.

Vincent had been about to get up and leave when the bell on the door tinkled merrily and a cloaked figure entered, stopping just inside the entrance. The host walked up and spoke with the individual for a moment before pointing to his table. Another few words were exchanged and as the hooded individual approached, Vincent stood to meet the stranger.

As the hood was thrown back, he was rather stunned to see not a woman, but a man. A very beautiful, intelligent and gentle-looking man. Blinking in shock for a moment, he managed to collect his wits and held out his hand.

“Thank you for being prompt. My name is Vincent, Vincent Valentine. Please, will you join me?”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr Valentine. I’m Laguna Loire,” Laguna answered softly, smiling and taking the hand that was offered. Red eyes peered back at him and he couldn’t help but stare. He’d never seen anyone with red eyes before.

“Likewise, Mr Loire,” Vincent murmured. It was a reaction he was well used to, having had to deal with it his whole life. The other youths at the academy had been the worst. He sighed and glanced down at his lap as they took their seats before returning his gaze to Laguna’s. “My father had them too. They pass down the male line of my family.” He paused a moment and studied the soft features of his companion’s face, but what drew him the most was the kindness he saw in the man’s deep, green eyes. There were faint wrinkles at the corners, evidence of much smiling, but there was a deep sadness there as well and he wondered for a moment what had happened to put it there. But that was a question for another time and another place. “Have you enjoyed your stay so far?” He winced a little. Really, he was not suited to the finer sport that was politics.

“I… I’m sorry,” Laguna stuttered, feeling his cheeks redden. Damn, fuck! He hadn’t meant to stare at his eyes. It wasn’t like they were ugly. Actually it only increased the young man’s attractiveness, giving him an exotic look. Laguna had a huge weakness for anything a little different…and he was not going to follow that line of thought right now.

“Yes, my stay has been very interesting. It’s very different here from back home,” he answered, looking down at the table to try and hide his blush. “How is Reeve?”

Vincent snorted and replied, “Busy, as usual.” He watched Laguna’s face redden and thought idly that it made the man most fetching. He squashed that thought quickly, as it was most inappropriate given the situation, and he didn’t want to make Laguna any more uncomfortable than he clearly already was. “Please do not apologize, Mr. Loire. I am aware of the…uniqueness of my eye color, and I would like to put you at ease by saying that I am quite used to curious scrutiny.”

He hazarded a tentative smile, not used to such expressions. “I regret that I am not familiar with your country, as in the past it has not held much appeal for my… employer.” Whoa, Valentine. The man’s creeped out as it is, I don’t think finding out that you’re nearly seventy years old is going to help. “Tell me about it, if you would be kind enough to indulge me?”

Laguna looked up just in time to see Vincent smile, his breath catching in his throat at the younger man’s beauty. Gods, concentrate Laguna! he berated himself, smiling back. At least his faux pas hadn’t offended his colleague.

“My country? Well, it’s very different from here. Brighter would probably be the first word that comes to mind. Our buildings are not made of concrete but an alloy that resembles glass. It has an extensive network of… well, I suppose you could call them elevators except they go sideways and are encased in a kind of tunnel. These tunnels crisscross the whole city, giving it a strange look. Visitors often say it looks like something out of a science fiction novel. It doesn’t have the pollution problem that seems to exist here either,” Laguna rambled before stopping himself and looking down at his hands. Great, there goes his mouth again. Why did he always babble on like a fool when he was nervous?

“Mr. Loire…may I call you Laguna?” Vincent asked leaning forward, the movement making his companion look back up and nod in agreement. “Please, be at ease. If I make you that nervous I can request someone else see to your needs…” That came out awkward, he thought.

“I have to apologize for my nerves. It isn’t often I get the chance to meet new people and I’m a little out of practice. I’ve spent most of my days for the past ten years or so behind a desk. Be assured, it has nothing whatsoever to do with you, Mr Valentine.” He definitely didn’t want to get stuck with someone else. Vincent was the first attractive person he’d seen since arriving in this depressing city and the young man was well spoken and seemed to hold an intelligence beyond his years.

Vincent found another smile calling his lips home at Laguna’s words. “Then it seems that we are on equal footing, Laguna, as I am not accustomed to dealing with others as well. And please, call me Vincent.” Leaning back in his chair, he continued, “I should like to visit your country, as this one has much darkness, which tends to weigh upon one’s soul.” Yeowch, Valentine, ease up. Reeve is trying to negotiate relations with this country and if you don’t shut it you’re going to torch all that work. “Forgive me. I… I tend to let my personal life, such as it is, color my opinion of many things. Please, continue.”

“I don’t mean to insult your homeland, but I do find it rather bleak. I have to admit that I’ve been on edge since arriving. It has a certain undercurrent that I haven’t experienced in a long time.” Laguna frowned a little then, remembering things better forgotten. Running a hand through his hair, he pulled up a smile as he continued. “You must come and visit Esthar. I am sure you would enjoy the city as much as I do.”

The waiter then came over and asked for their orders, which were placed and their drinks brought back to them. Vincent picked up his tea and sipped it as he turned in his seat to cross his legs, while his free hand came up to rest on the table, forefinger tapping unconsciously. “Tell me, Laguna, have you always been in politics? You seem far too kind for that line of work.” He grinned, cocking an eyebrow.

Laguna sipped his coffee, peering over the edge of the cup as Vincent shifted in his chair and crossed his legs. Long legs that he couldn’t resist glancing at briefly. He looked back up to see Vincent grinning at him with an eyebrow up…swallowing he tried to ignore the effect that grin had on him.

“Well, no. I started out as a trooper in the army. Was never any good at it though. Did have a brief stint as a writer as well. Never planned on getting into politics until I kind of fell into the position. It was supposed to be a temporary thing, but here I am, years later and still doing it.”

Vincent frowned slightly at Laguna’s mention of the Army. He couldn’t believe that such a gentle-seeming man was trained to kill. He shook his head and took another sip of tea. “But where are my manners. Here I sit interrogating you and not offering of myself in return. Is there anything you wish to know?” He hadn’t missed Laguna’s roaming eyes and felt a small thrill clench in his belly. He hadn’t expected to be attracted to this man, but life was full of surprises, was it not?

“Have you always lived here and worked for Reeve?” Laguna asked, still hiding behind his coffee.

Vincent shook his head. “No. I’ve never worked for Reeve per se.” He took a moment to consider his word choice. “We fought together and have known each other for several years now. As for living,” he snorted softly, “I don’t really live anywhere. I suppose I’ve lived the longest here, out of all of the places I’ve been. However, I’ve stayed the longest amount of time in Neibelheim, a rather bleak town far to the west of here.” He took another sip of tea, and studied the contents of the mug.

“Oh, I see,” Laguna answered. He could feel there was a lot that Vincent wasn’t saying and his wording was rather peculiar… lived the longest here but stayed the longest in Neibelheim? “Do you have family in Neibelheim?”

Vincent looked back up at Laguna’s perplexed and leery expression, and it wasn’t difficult to ascertain the cause behind it. “It’s a rather long and very unpleasant story, I’m afraid. But in answer to your question, no, I do not have any family in Neibelheim. My parents are both deceased many years now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Laguna answered quickly. If Vincent’s expression was anything to go by, it was time to change the subject. But to what? Laguna chewed on his bottom lip in thought.

Shaking his head, Vincent reassured him, “Don’t be. What is done is done and I hardly remember my parents anymore. I would be willing to share my story with you, but I would require a less…public environment.” He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t apprehensive about sharing who he was with Laguna. The man made him feel comfortable… soothed him, and Vincent found that refreshing. “How about you? Do you have a family?”

Vincent’s question took Laguna a little off guard and he flinched before he could stop himself. Looking back into the young man’s eyes, he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I was married, but she passed on a long time ago. I do have a son but our relationship is rocky, at best. Can’t really be helped since we only found out about each other a couple of years back and we don’t have much in common. He finds me… well embarrassing probably best describes his thoughts. He’s an amazing young man and I’m very proud of him, though.” Laguna smiled again, thinking of Squall.

“It shows,” Vincent murmured, and then reached across the table to touch Laguna’s hand with his un-gloved one. The other’s skin was warm and smooth. “I am sorry about your wife. It is never easy to lose a loved one.” He drew back and blinked slowly. “And as for your son, I am sure he is young and impetuous. In time he will come to appreciate you. You do not need to wield a weapon to be considered powerful, Laguna. Words can cut far more deeply than any sword.”

Laguna’s whole body reacted to the small, supportive touch of Vincent’s hand. He felt his cheeks burn as his cock hardened under the table. Oh, shit. It really had been far too long since anyone had touched him. He smiled to try to cover up his embarrassment and thanked the gods that their food arrived to save him at just the right moment.

He’s lovely, Vincent thought as he watched Laguna, cheeks a brilliant crimson, dig into his meal. Vincent smiled and slowly began to eat the simple salad he had ordered, mostly to put his companion at ease and not out of any real desire for food. They ate for a while longer in relaxed and companionable silence before he asked, “Is there anything you would like to see while you are here, Laguna?”

Looking up, Laguna considered Vincent’s question. Well, he could think of one thing, but there was no way he was going to proposition the young man when they’d only just met. It wasn’t like someone as beautiful as Vincent would be interested in an old man like him anyway.

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know much about this city, to tell you the truth. Is there anywhere you would suggest?” he asked instead.

Vincent grinned again, flashing perfect white teeth. He had been hoping Laguna would ask that. He pretended to consider the question, so as not to make him out to be over-eager. “As a matter of fact, yes, there is a place I would like to show you. Reeve had it commissioned in honor of a fallen and much beloved comrade. I believe you might like it.”

“I’d love to see it,” Laguna answered eagerly. Truthfully, he’d go to look at a garbage dump if Vincent suggested it at the moment.

“Good,” Vincent said and continued eating. When they finished, he flagged the waiter and asked for the check. He paid for the meal, leaving a generous tip and stood, waiting for Laguna to stand as well before leading them out of the café. His sharp eyes scanned passing faces and buildings as they made their way to what eventually became revealed as a small park. Splashes of green amidst the drab grays, browns and blacks of the city, interspersed with spots of bright yellow as lilies found their way up to meet the sun, greeted their eyes. Even the air here felt and smelled of fresh rain and new growth.

“This was created in memory of Aerith Gainsborough. I’d like to think a part of her lingers here to keep everything so beautiful.” He walked forward and into a shaft of sunlight and tilted his head back, wistful smile on his lips. “Even one such as I do not feel so burdened by life here. It is easy to forget that evil even exists when surrounded by such simple beauty.” He looked back over a Laguna, his carmine eyes shining.

“Beauty indeed,” Laguna mumbled as he stared at Vincent who was glowing in the sunlight. Tearing his eyes away, he looked around at the park. It looked so out of place in this city, an oasis of life amongst the desert of concrete. “Aerith must have been a very special lady,” he mused, glancing back to Vincent, their eyes locking together.

Vincent nodded. “She was.” He walked over to Laguna to stand very close, so close that he could see flecks of deepest gold in the other man’s eyes. He was hypnotized, and was completely content to be so captured. He stared down into Laguna face a moment before he quite daringly brought his bare hand up to run the backs of his fingers down one pale cheek. “You are so quiet. Have you nothing more to say?”

Laguna was frozen to the spot. He couldn’t think, couldn’t reply… gods, he couldn’t even breathe. Vincent was so close, and he was touching his face in a gesture that could only be taken one way. Granted, it was exactly what Laguna had silently hoped for, but now that it was happening he didn’t know how to respond. It had been eighteen years since anyone had touched him. Then it had been Raine, and she had initiated the contact. Even back then he had been too shy to make a move. Now, he was standing with Vincent and all he could do was blush and try to breathe like a damn fool teenager.

“You are trembling,” Vincent murmured, still lost. “Do I frighten you so badly? Please…,” he began, lowering his mouth to Laguna’s. “Do not fear me.” Closer still until they were only a breath apart. “I would never hurt you.”

Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing Laguna. The other man’s lips were soft, smooth as silk, and he used his tongue to gently tease apart Laguna’s lips to allow his own entry. With the heady scent of the lilies surrounding them, he slowly deepened the kiss until he had to steady himself by grasping Laguna’s upper arms, questing with his tongue and exploring the moist cavern of the other. He could taste coffee, and the little moan that escaped the shorter man settled heavily between his legs. Carefully he released his grip on Laguna and separated them by a step. Vincent’s breathing was a little ragged as he licked his lips, eyes closed, in an effort to savor the unique taste of the other man.

Vincent’s kiss was heaven and Laguna was sure he had just died. He savored it, treasured it, but before he could even move his arms around the other man, it was gone. Opening his eyes, he saw Vincent standing before him with his eyes closed. The young man licked his lips slowly, and Laguna nearly came in his pants.

When Vincent opened his eyes and saw Laguna’s rather dazed expression, it finally dawned on him just what he had done and with whom, and he paled. “Oh, forgive me please! My behavior was most inappropriate and unwarranted.” He held up his hand in a placating gesture. “I meant no offense.” He took another step back.

When Vincent paled and began to apologize for his actions, Laguna felt a stab of pain in his chest. No, this was not going to end here. He would never forgive himself if he missed this opportunity. For the first time in his life, Laguna wanted something enough to take a chance. Walking forward and grabbing the front of Vincent’s shirt, he kissed him hard, pulling their bodies together. Breaking the kiss, he looked up into fiery red orbs. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he whispered.

Laguna’s reaction was the last one Vincent had expected, but it was far from disapproved of. Growling low in his throat, Vincent reached down to grab Laguna’s buttocks, grinding their pelvises together. Laguna gasped and his arms went around Vincent’s body to cling there. He leaned down to nuzzle the Estherian’s ear and murmured huskily, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Y…yes,” Laguna stuttered. “I…I just…I’ve never done this before. With a man, that is.” He could feel his face go purple, and he squeezed his eyes closed, hoping that his inexperience wouldn’t put Vincent off.

“Then I shall treat you with the reverence you deserve, Laguna. I will not hurt you.” Vincent said, stroking Laguna’s cheek again. He could remember his first time and the nerves that went with it. Dim the memory may be, some memories just never went away. “Where are you staying?”

“I’ve got a room a couple of blocks away,” Laguna answered, trying to get his neurons to fire so he could remember the name of the place. “I think it’s called Seventh Heaven?”

Feathering a thumb under Laguna’s eye and along a high cheekbone, Vincent grinned. “I know it well…though for other reasons than those we are about to partake.” He let Laguna lead slightly as they made their way out of the park, making minor course corrections by a light touch to an elbow or caress to a hip, all the while keeping an eye out for threats while being hypersensitive to the man’s alluring proximity. He couldn’t stop thinking about those amazing eyes and how he wanted them roaming over his naked body. As they neared their destination, he touched Laguna’s lower back, and gestured with his chin to step into a store with him. “Wait here,” he murmured just inside the door, and quickly made a small, but quite necessary purchase.

Following that, it was just a matter of a half-block more until they reached their destination. Entering and heading for the stairwell, Tifa looked up at them briefly, smiled a hello, and returned to drying glasses. They made it to Laguna’s room, and it took the smaller man a moment to fumble his key into the lock before Vincent leaned down and laid his hand across the shaking one. “Easy,” he breathed into Laguna’s ear.

The whole walk back to his room was a blur. Laguna had never just met someone and taken them home before. It was such a foreign feeling that killed his lust and brought reality back full force. Was he really going to do this?

Firstly he had no idea how two men had sex. Well, he could imagine but inside his mind it seemed a painful process. Then again, if it was all pain he doubted it would be so common an occurrence. After all, his assistant, Kiros, was gay but he always seemed to enjoy his time with his partner. Pulling out his key, he fumbled with it nervously. Should he just back out now? Run while he still could?

Vincent’s hand came over his in a soothing gesture which had the opposite effect. The young man breathed a calming word into his ear that went straight to his groin. Finally he got the key into the lock and swung the door open, walking inside only to stop and stare at the bed.

Fuck. He really was going to do this.

Laguna was wound tighter than a bedspring. Vincent could see it in the set of his shoulders and the stiffness in his spine as he stared at the bed. He had to be very careful. Walking up behind him but not so close as to invade his space, he rumbled, “Laguna, turn around… look at me.”

Taking a deep breath, Laguna turned to look up into ruby eyes. Gods… he was just so damn beautiful. Searching the eyes before him, he found nothing but concern and need, and it soothed some of his panic. Chewing his bottom lip unconsciously, he waited to hear what Vincent would say next.

Gently but with confidence, Vincent reached down to grasp Laguna’s hand and brought it up to his mouth where he nibbled the inside of the man’s wrist before slowly sucking on the first two fingers, never once breaking eye contact.

All Laguna could do was stare with his mouth slightly open. The feeling of the young man’s mouth, sucking on his fingers, was amazing. It made him think of what that mouth could do on other parts of his body, and his breath hitched.

Without releasing Laguna’s hand from his grip, Vincent leaned forward, and with exquisite tenderness, captured the man’s lips once again. As he pulled back, he used his free hand to unfasten his shirt and part the fabric so that he could lay Laguna’s palm against the bared, scarred flesh. “Touch me, Laguna, explore this body that wants you so badly.”

When Vincent pulled back and opened his shirt, putting Laguna’s palm over his heart, Laguna couldn’t pull his eyes away from the pale skin, crisscrossed with scars. Who could ever harm such a beautiful man in such a way? The younger man’s words broke him out of his thoughts and lead him forward, giving him the courage to move his other hand up to join the first. Laguna’s hands where shaking but he didn’t pause, moving them gently to explore the skin revealed to him. As the fingertips of one hand brushed over a nipple, Vincent’s breath caught slightly. Encouraged by the reaction and forgetting his trepidation, he leaned forward to lick the nub, tasting it hesitantly.

Feeling the warm, wet flick of a tongue over his nipple, Vincent hissed and had to force his arms to remain by his sides when what he really wanted to do was fist them in Laguna’s hair. He moaned softly as Laguna’s lips and tongue found his other nipple and moved lower, following a particularly telling scar. Finally he could keep his hands still no longer, and one hand came up to thread fingers through soft, sable hair. “Remove my clothes, Laguna. It would give me pleasure to have your eyes on my body. I only ask that you leave my glove on.”

He couldn’t look away from those wondrous green eyes, but he did notice Laguna’s tongue come out to run over his full bottom lip. It took every bit of his control not to pin Laguna down to the bed and fuck him until those green eyes rolled up in his head and the only sound the man could manage was a whimper. He voice shook when he whispered, “Please.”

That one word, uttered with so much need had never meant so much. Laguna knelt down, fumbling hands carefully undoing Vincent’s pants and sliding them down. He paused when he realized the young man did not wear anything under his leathers. Right in front of his face was Vincent’s cock, only a tongue’s reach away and it was huge. Laguna swallowed nervously and bit his lip again, caught between the urge to take it in his mouth and the urge to panic at its size. He glanced back up to Vincent’s face, indecision stopping him as he searched the young man’s eyes for direction.

Smiling gently, Vincent ran his fingers over Laguna’s face and held out his hand. “Give me your hand, Laguna.” When the Estheran’s hand came up, he first laced their fingers before he wrapped the warm digits around his erection, covering the man’s hand with his own. He groaned, low in his throat as his hips jerked up into the contact. “See what you do to me?” He stroked their hands along the shaft, and he could feel his cheeks begin to heat as his lust began to build. Finally he released his hand so that Laguna alone griped him. Vincent’s breathing was deep and hoarse, his chest heaving as he licked his lips and stared into the wide green eyes of his uncertain lover. “Do what you want.”

Laguna looked at his hand on Vincent’s cock and shivered. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to make the young man before him groan again, and maybe even call out his name. Laguna could tell Vincent was holding back for him, and he couldn’t help but grin at the thought of breaking that self control.

Moving his hand down Vincent’s shaft to rest around the base, he lapped at the tip tentatively. Tasting, testing and liking what he found. It held a salty tang and was unbelievably soft against his tongue. Growing bolder at the encouraging sounds that Vincent was trying to restrain, he slipped his mouth over the head and began to suck, slowly going down and taking as much as he could before moving back up and releasing it from his mouth completely. His hand took over then, slowly stroking up and down as he looked back up to see if what he’d done had met the young man’s approval.

Oh, Shiva, Vincent’s brain stuttered as he watched his cock slowly disappear down Laguna’s throat. His mouth open, he could only gasp at the positive tease that his man was turning out to be. He had fisted his hands and gritted his teeth at the sensation of Laguna’s tongue, just flicking over the head of his dick, making his hips jerk again, and now the man just crouched there, on his knees and looking up at him from out of wide green eyes, waiting. “You torment me, Laguna,” he choked out. “Do you wish to taste my seed? Or shall I return the favor you have just given me?” His eyebrow arched, and he barely managed a lopsided grin as his whole body tingled and burned for more contact.

Laguna grinned back cheekily. He was enjoying this more than he’d ever imagined. Deciding to reply with actions rather than words, he slipped his tongue out and starting just above his hand, which was wrapped around the base, licked Vincent’s length. When he reached the tip he flicked his tongue over the slit a few times before taking it back in his mouth. He took in just the head, sucking on it while he continued to flick the tip, enjoying the sounds that it produced from above.

After a few minutes, he decided that Vincent had suffered enough and let his lips slide lower, keeping up the suction and loving the way the young man’s hips jerked in response. Being on his knees and bringing pleasure to the dark haired vixen was a turn on in itself, and he moaned around the pulsing heat in his mouth as he sped up, bobbing up and down while looking up into twin red pools of fire.

With a deep groan, Vincent broke his gaze with Laguna, his eyes rolling up in his head which tipped back on a neck that suddenly seemed too weak to hold it up anymore. Unable to keep his hands by his sides any longer, his ungloved fingers found their way into Laguna’s thick hair to unbind the tie that held it captured, and free the sable locks to fall around the man’s face. Blindly he fisted his hand in that silky mass, but not so hard as to hurt. “Laguna…,” he choked out, breaths coming quicker as he neared the point of no return. “Gods!” It was all he could do to keep his hips still and not begin to thrust and choke the man working between his legs.

Lifting his head back up, he looked down and was mesmerized by the sight of Laguna’s beautiful face taking in his cock. It was a sight that caused the muscles in this belly and thighs to clench as his balls drew up tight against his body. “Lagun… oh, shit! I’m going to… come!” he panted, clenching his jaw in an attempt to hold back, not wanting to defile the gentle man on his knees in s such a way.

Vincent was coming undone and Laguna loved it. When the young man called his name and warned him that he was approaching climax, he did not stop. He wanted to push him over the edge, wanted to taste his seed and drink it down. Vincent was resisting and looking down at him with wide eyes which only pushed him onwards. Reaching up a hand to fondle and tease heavy sacks, he sped up his movements, sucking as hard as he could. Suddenly the hands in his hair gripped tight and his mouth was filled with Vincent’s warm essence. He swallowed it down, only choking a little before releasing the spent organ and smiling upwards, licking his lips.

That smile was what did it really. The rest was only just physical pleasure. With trembling legs, Vincent fell to his knees in front of Laguna and crushed their lips together. He thrust deeply with his tongue, seeking to taste his semen mixed with Laguna’s own unique flavor. With a small sigh the other man gave in to his ravishing mouth, yielding to the possessive advance, and Vincent felt the other’s hands grip his elbows as he cradled that sweet face in his hands. Pulling back only enough to move his lips without touching Laguna’s, he said hoarsely, “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” But was right back to kissing him before the other man had a chance to respond.

These kisses were slower, lazier as he began to explore the soft-featured face with his lips. Cheekbones, eyelids and temples, he gradually worked his way around to an ear to suck on the soft lobe before dropping down to Laguna’s jaw. He pulled away from the older man and growled, “I want my cock inside of you.” Nipping the defined jaw again, he continued, “I want to come, inside of you.”


TBC

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