FFVIII: The Phone
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Warnings: Sap, smut, phonesex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Zell is away on a mission. Timeline here.
You're quiet. I lean back, phone cradled between my head and my shoulder, finding a comfortable spot against the cushions. Squall is asleep beside me, a little frown on his face, moving closer to me for warmth. He misses you, baby. Misses having us both to snuggle up to. You'd better be home soon.
You missing us, baby? Miss the sex? The cuddling after?
I know you do.
Are you in bed now? Maybe you should be. You never know when I'm going to start talking sex to you, you never know when you're going to have to slip a hand into your shorts and jerk yourself off. I bet I could get you hard just by reminding you of the goodbye sex we had. The way Squall sucked you off while I fucked you. Think about that, baby. Think about having Squall's mouth on you.
Was that a whimper I just heard?
Jerk yourself off, baby. I want to hear you.
I'm not there to make sure you do it, but you do it just as if I was -- I hear the soft sound of you pulling the zip of your shorts down, your wriggle as you kick them off. Your curse when they get all tangled round your feet.
Take your time.
We've got all night to talk like this. Maybe if Squall wakes up I'll pass the phone to him and then you can get him all hot and bothered by talking dirty to him. Could you? Would you tell him all about the way I told you to jerk off, the way I made you think of him sucking you off? Will you make these sounds for him -- these little desperate sounds, whimpers and moans and gasps as you jerk yourself off to my words?
I bet you could make him jerk off. Maybe I could fuck him while we're on the phone to you. Turn on the hands free and let you listen to us fucking.
I bet you'd like that. Maybe tomorrow night. He's too tired now.
You're making those soft sounds, like you're about to give it up and come. Are you? Wish I could see you, baby. Wish I could be there. Do you have any idea what you do to me?
You cry out softly, right into my ear, and I know you've come, thrusting up into your hand, panting and flushed and hot and missing us both desperately. If I were there, I'd hold you now, hold you close and tight and safe.
You know I love you, right?
Go to sleep now, baby. And come home soon.
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Warnings: Sap, smut, phonesex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Zell is away on a mission. Timeline here.
You're quiet. I lean back, phone cradled between my head and my shoulder, finding a comfortable spot against the cushions. Squall is asleep beside me, a little frown on his face, moving closer to me for warmth. He misses you, baby. Misses having us both to snuggle up to. You'd better be home soon.
You missing us, baby? Miss the sex? The cuddling after?
I know you do.
Are you in bed now? Maybe you should be. You never know when I'm going to start talking sex to you, you never know when you're going to have to slip a hand into your shorts and jerk yourself off. I bet I could get you hard just by reminding you of the goodbye sex we had. The way Squall sucked you off while I fucked you. Think about that, baby. Think about having Squall's mouth on you.
Was that a whimper I just heard?
Jerk yourself off, baby. I want to hear you.
I'm not there to make sure you do it, but you do it just as if I was -- I hear the soft sound of you pulling the zip of your shorts down, your wriggle as you kick them off. Your curse when they get all tangled round your feet.
Take your time.
We've got all night to talk like this. Maybe if Squall wakes up I'll pass the phone to him and then you can get him all hot and bothered by talking dirty to him. Could you? Would you tell him all about the way I told you to jerk off, the way I made you think of him sucking you off? Will you make these sounds for him -- these little desperate sounds, whimpers and moans and gasps as you jerk yourself off to my words?
I bet you could make him jerk off. Maybe I could fuck him while we're on the phone to you. Turn on the hands free and let you listen to us fucking.
I bet you'd like that. Maybe tomorrow night. He's too tired now.
You're making those soft sounds, like you're about to give it up and come. Are you? Wish I could see you, baby. Wish I could be there. Do you have any idea what you do to me?
You cry out softly, right into my ear, and I know you've come, thrusting up into your hand, panting and flushed and hot and missing us both desperately. If I were there, I'd hold you now, hold you close and tight and safe.
You know I love you, right?
Go to sleep now, baby. And come home soon.