Word September 1999

 

Title: Word of the Day v.FFIV

Author: Garnet Eyes

Archived: livejournal.com, adult-fanfiction.org

Last Updated: 03.Feb.2011

Summary: 09 September 1999 edition.

Rating: MA

Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil/Kain x Cecil x Rosa

Author Notes: munificent, adjective;

1. Very liberal in giving or bestowing; very generous; lavish.

Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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“M-mercy...”

Grinning, Kain pushed one sinewy, milky white leg just a little further forward and listened to the high gasp that followed. Moon-tone locks stuck to the smaller man's face as he pushed his head back into the pillow behind him, pink blush settled heavily across his fair face and down his chest.

“And why should I do this for you?”

The paladin's throat worked for several blissful seconds without a single sound emerging, and it quickly became clear that he was too embarrassed to speak, so Kain thought he would help the younger man along with a languid roll of his hips. The responding vocalization was so desperate that the dragoon almost relented, but he rallied his resolve in the end.

“Ooooh...! P-please. Oh, please don't... don't make me say it...”

Of course he would have to be difficult about it. Kain shifted to better position his legs under himself, earning a sharp gasp for how his hips rocked in the process, and bent down to bring his face closer to the paladin's. Tightly muscled arms strained to no avail against the tethers binding pale hands above the younger man's equally pale head as a strangled cry wrenched from vivid blue lips while strong thighs lightly pressed to his flushed, sweaty chest from the blonde's maneuvering. Kain's own voice was husky with desire as he spoke, his words just barely on the side of firm.

“Be a good boy, Cecil.”

Tears swam in emerald eyes as the smaller man hiccuped, and for a moment Kain thought he had hurt his king before the blush of arousal darkened to one of acute embarrassment and the smaller knight closed his eyes and turned his head away, his voice barely audible in the otherwise silent room.

“Y-your spear is too much for me.”

As aroused as he was, it was impossible to fully silence his responding groan; sometimes Cecil was just too much. Leaning down just a hair more, loosening his grip on those strong legs so that they could fall to the side instead of ending up braced between their chests, Kain pressed a kiss to the edge of the paladin's lips. Cecil responded by tilting his head, allowing the larger man to seal their mouths together and subsequently drink in the coming moans while Kain used his position to grind into the yielding body below him. For as long as they had been at this, Cecil did not last for much longer, and Kain could not will himself to resist the siren call of his king's ecstasy as the shorter man broke their kiss at the beginning of his release to fling his head back with the sharp whip of his neck and a cry that was practically a shriek. Collapsing against the paladin's chest, feeling the rabbit-like pulse of Cecil's heartbeat against his ribs and knowing that his own beat in tandem, Kain buried his face into the side of the younger knight's sweaty neck and panted. After a few moments, not nearly enough time to fully recollect himself, a small hand gently sifted through damp blonde strands before doing the same to moon-tone locks.

“That was perfect.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kain had to wonder whether or not Rosa was actually the most dominantly possessive amongst them. He couldn't say that she was the most perverse, because he found a great deal of satisfaction in watching his beloved lay together; he'd just never asked them to do so in a specific way involving specific phrases. Yet. Which would definitely change now that the dragoon knew he could potentially get Cecil to say something positively filthy.