FFVIII: Hotel Room
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Crossdressing, smut, rimming
Rating: NC17
Summary: A day off in a hotel room conveniently far from Garden. For candywrapper, a surprise to cheer her up when she gets home from work.
Zell pauses before he unlocks the door, wishing he'd asked whether the other two are there already. The hotel in Balamb would've been more convenient, but Squall would've been known there and, he'd said, with the tiniest smirk at Seifer that made Zell wonder what he -- or they -- were up to, that it was better if no one saw him actually taking a holiday.
Zell suspects that the problem is whatever Squall is up to shouldn't be connected to the name of the hero of the war, but that makes it sound bad, and he's sure that however Squall's changed, it's not something bad particularly.
Seifer opens the door before Zell unlocks it and smirks a little, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "You okay, chickie? Forgotten where keys go?"
"Shut up," he mutters, pushing past him and walking into the room. Seifer shuts the door behind him -- quickly, as though there's something to hide, and then he looks up and catches sight of someone -- Squall -- in a dress, in high heels, wearing makeup and leaning back against the window ledge as if it's entirely normal, entirely expected.
"Surprised?" Seifer asks, right in his ear, and before he can be more grumpy, Seifer's arms slip round him and hold him tight. "We figured that even if we don't think there's anything wrong with crossdressing, it'd be better if people don't get any... misconceptions about Squall. He can still kick ass like this, you see."
Zell swallows. He sees alright, sees little clips holding Squall's hair back in some places and letting it tumble into his face in others. He sees lipstick and a tiny smile of a kind he's never seen on Squall's face before, and he sees Squall's legs -- looking more graceful than anyone's legs have a right to.
"He's perfect, isn't he?"
Seifer's tone is more reverent than his usual teasing tone, and it's husky with longing and desire as it usually only gets given time. They've been waiting for him a while, Zell realises, seeing the clock on the wall. They waited, though.
"Come here," Squall says, softly, and Seifer releases him to let him go. Squall's kisses are familiar even if his dress isn't, and Zell wraps his arms around Squall eagerly and presses close and kisses him hard, deeply, eagerly, pushing his tongue into his mouth and pressing closer still at Squall's little gasp -- gasp or moan, it was both and neither and it makes Zell feel even more eager.
"Beautiful," Seifer whispers, and then his arms are around Zell again and his firm hand makes Zell turn his head for a kiss, a rough kiss, a typical Seifer kiss that Zell craves when Seifer isn't around and pretends to hate -- sometimes -- when he is.
Squall shifts against him, hands brushing down his sides and then lightly, teasingly, he runs his fingers over Zell's cock, a tantalising touch that would be cruelty with his pants off and is pure torture with his pants on. Seifer presses closer to him as Squall gets his pants undone and then turns him roughly, pushing his pants down and kissing him hard again, less awkwardly.
"Going to fuck you so hard," he whispers against Zell's mouth, a promise that makes him press closer and shudder a little.
Squall's tongue against his entrance isn't an exactly unwelcome surprise, and Zell arches his back with a soft gasp, while Seifer smirks and maybe Squall does, too, running his hands up Zell's legs.
"What," he asks, voice rather too breathy for his liking, "is Squall all dressed up for, anyway?"
Seifer smirks and he realises he shouldn't have expected a real answer. "Mostly? To keep you quiet while we get round to molesting you."
Mostly, probably, because Squall wanted to dress up like that. And that's fair enough -- and Zell drops that line of thought when Squall's tongue pushes into him, teasing and tantalising. Squall seems destined to be that, today.
"Squall," he whimpers softly, and Seifer tsks softly while stripping him of his shirt. Why, he's not sure, but he doesn't focus on that, just on Squall's tongue and on pushing Seifer's trenchcoat off, letting it fall to the fall with the solid thump of heavy fabric. Then Seifer's vest, and he flicks his nails over Seifer's nipples in that way that makes him moan.
Squall stands up for a moment and Zell whimpers softly, leaning against Seifer now as he fumbles with his pants, pushing them down quickly and wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking quickly to tug forth a low groan. A moment later Squall presses lube in Seifer's hand and pulls Zell towards the bed, and he goes with him, eyes on those long legs that look more graceful than can really be legal.
He tries to control his voice, then, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking up at Seifer, "If you're going to fuck me, what about Squall...?"
"You're going to suck his cock while I fuck you, of course," Seifer says, as if it's obvious, kicking away his clothes and going to the bed naked, pushing Zell down. He's always a little rough, and never teasing, his fingers sliding into Zell easily, slicked with enough lube that it doesn't hurt, just makes him gasp and press back for more, needing to be full, wanting everything Seifer gives.
Squall sits on the bed, too, and Zell's eyes go to him even while he's panting as Seifer's fingers fill and stretch him, so he watches Squall as he sheds the woman's clothes -- slowly, Zell realises, because he wants them to watch, and Squall leans back against the pillows, his eyes full of promises and dark with desire as he licks his lips and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly.
Seifer twists his fingers, wrenching a cry out of Zell and getting his attention back, so he can lean over and kiss him, biting at his lower lip and then at his jaw, and at his neck, and Zell reaches up to wrap his arms around Seifer's neck, bucking his hips up. "Damn it, Seifer..."
Then he's on his hands and knees, crawling closer to Squall and leaning in to steal a kiss before Seifer's hand lands on his backside in a quick smack, reminding him of what he's supposed to be doing. Squall stretches, smiles, and Zell leans down, licking quickly to make Squall gasp. Then he has to stop for a moment, arching his back as Seifer thrusts into him, slowly, making him close his eyes and push back and pant softly at the feel of it.
"Fuck, Seifer," he whispers.
Seifer's voice is a little more breathy than usual, husky again and low, dangerous, "Go on, chickie, suck Squall's cock. Make him moan. I want to hear him moan like a girl."
Zell doesn't need to look up to know that Squall is glaring at Seifer. He doesn't want to look up, anyway, so he closes his eyes and leans closer to Squall again, licking quickly again and putting his hands on the bed next to Squall's legs for support as he takes the tip into his mouth, sucking eagerly and arching his back to press closer to Seifer and the delicious feeling of being full.
Seifer's thrusts are quick, after that, and he knows that Seifer is eager just by that, how much the sight of it all is affecting him, because normally he likes to tease, knowing Zell likes the feeling and drawing it out just to be an asshole about it. Seifer's thrusts are quick and there's no rhythm, not really, just hard, deep thrusts that make him moan, make him falter as he bobs his head and as Squall's hips push up, thrusting into his mouth. He likes it more than he thought he would, knowing it's him that makes them both so eager, makes them both moan.
Seifer bites his shoulder roughly, reaching around to stroke his cock quickly, squeezing, and he knows Seifer is close then and moans softly at the knowledge, because Seifer is that on edge when normally he's the image of control. He squeezes around Seifer for that, his eyes tightly closed now, sucking harder and listening to Squall's quick panting breaths, letting him buck up.
"God, Zell," Squall whispers, and his hand tangles in Zell's hair and then he's coming, pushing his hips up eagerly and tipping his head back, and though Zell can't see, can't even remember how to open his eyes right now, he hears Seifer moaning at the sight, feels Seifer thrust one more time, harder than ever and so deep and so good that it makes him come with him, squeezing around him hard and arching his back until it aches. Sparks and stars, he thinks, dazedly, before Seifer's hands -- gentler now than before -- pull him up, turn him over, and then he kisses him, soft and eager, quick, desperate kisses.
"Fuck, Zell, so damn good, you're so -- "
He sits up when he can think properly and smirks at Seifer, drawing himself closer to Squall so that Squall wraps his arms around him, looking up to see the unfamiliar curve of Squall's satisfied smile. "Take it you enjoyed, then."
Seifer is a little stunned for a minute and then he smirks, settling down comfortably with his head on Squall's stomach instead of wrapped all round him possessively as usual. "Yeah, chickie, I enjoyed you. We'll have to do this again sometime."
"Next time you can be the one getting fucked."
"Or the one dressing up."
"Don't push your luck, assholes," Seifer growls, but his eyes are laughing, and they all know it.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Crossdressing, smut, rimming
Rating: NC17
Summary: A day off in a hotel room conveniently far from Garden. For candywrapper, a surprise to cheer her up when she gets home from work.
Zell pauses before he unlocks the door, wishing he'd asked whether the other two are there already. The hotel in Balamb would've been more convenient, but Squall would've been known there and, he'd said, with the tiniest smirk at Seifer that made Zell wonder what he -- or they -- were up to, that it was better if no one saw him actually taking a holiday.
Zell suspects that the problem is whatever Squall is up to shouldn't be connected to the name of the hero of the war, but that makes it sound bad, and he's sure that however Squall's changed, it's not something bad particularly.
Seifer opens the door before Zell unlocks it and smirks a little, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "You okay, chickie? Forgotten where keys go?"
"Shut up," he mutters, pushing past him and walking into the room. Seifer shuts the door behind him -- quickly, as though there's something to hide, and then he looks up and catches sight of someone -- Squall -- in a dress, in high heels, wearing makeup and leaning back against the window ledge as if it's entirely normal, entirely expected.
"Surprised?" Seifer asks, right in his ear, and before he can be more grumpy, Seifer's arms slip round him and hold him tight. "We figured that even if we don't think there's anything wrong with crossdressing, it'd be better if people don't get any... misconceptions about Squall. He can still kick ass like this, you see."
Zell swallows. He sees alright, sees little clips holding Squall's hair back in some places and letting it tumble into his face in others. He sees lipstick and a tiny smile of a kind he's never seen on Squall's face before, and he sees Squall's legs -- looking more graceful than anyone's legs have a right to.
"He's perfect, isn't he?"
Seifer's tone is more reverent than his usual teasing tone, and it's husky with longing and desire as it usually only gets given time. They've been waiting for him a while, Zell realises, seeing the clock on the wall. They waited, though.
"Come here," Squall says, softly, and Seifer releases him to let him go. Squall's kisses are familiar even if his dress isn't, and Zell wraps his arms around Squall eagerly and presses close and kisses him hard, deeply, eagerly, pushing his tongue into his mouth and pressing closer still at Squall's little gasp -- gasp or moan, it was both and neither and it makes Zell feel even more eager.
"Beautiful," Seifer whispers, and then his arms are around Zell again and his firm hand makes Zell turn his head for a kiss, a rough kiss, a typical Seifer kiss that Zell craves when Seifer isn't around and pretends to hate -- sometimes -- when he is.
Squall shifts against him, hands brushing down his sides and then lightly, teasingly, he runs his fingers over Zell's cock, a tantalising touch that would be cruelty with his pants off and is pure torture with his pants on. Seifer presses closer to him as Squall gets his pants undone and then turns him roughly, pushing his pants down and kissing him hard again, less awkwardly.
"Going to fuck you so hard," he whispers against Zell's mouth, a promise that makes him press closer and shudder a little.
Squall's tongue against his entrance isn't an exactly unwelcome surprise, and Zell arches his back with a soft gasp, while Seifer smirks and maybe Squall does, too, running his hands up Zell's legs.
"What," he asks, voice rather too breathy for his liking, "is Squall all dressed up for, anyway?"
Seifer smirks and he realises he shouldn't have expected a real answer. "Mostly? To keep you quiet while we get round to molesting you."
Mostly, probably, because Squall wanted to dress up like that. And that's fair enough -- and Zell drops that line of thought when Squall's tongue pushes into him, teasing and tantalising. Squall seems destined to be that, today.
"Squall," he whimpers softly, and Seifer tsks softly while stripping him of his shirt. Why, he's not sure, but he doesn't focus on that, just on Squall's tongue and on pushing Seifer's trenchcoat off, letting it fall to the fall with the solid thump of heavy fabric. Then Seifer's vest, and he flicks his nails over Seifer's nipples in that way that makes him moan.
Squall stands up for a moment and Zell whimpers softly, leaning against Seifer now as he fumbles with his pants, pushing them down quickly and wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking quickly to tug forth a low groan. A moment later Squall presses lube in Seifer's hand and pulls Zell towards the bed, and he goes with him, eyes on those long legs that look more graceful than can really be legal.
He tries to control his voice, then, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking up at Seifer, "If you're going to fuck me, what about Squall...?"
"You're going to suck his cock while I fuck you, of course," Seifer says, as if it's obvious, kicking away his clothes and going to the bed naked, pushing Zell down. He's always a little rough, and never teasing, his fingers sliding into Zell easily, slicked with enough lube that it doesn't hurt, just makes him gasp and press back for more, needing to be full, wanting everything Seifer gives.
Squall sits on the bed, too, and Zell's eyes go to him even while he's panting as Seifer's fingers fill and stretch him, so he watches Squall as he sheds the woman's clothes -- slowly, Zell realises, because he wants them to watch, and Squall leans back against the pillows, his eyes full of promises and dark with desire as he licks his lips and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly.
Seifer twists his fingers, wrenching a cry out of Zell and getting his attention back, so he can lean over and kiss him, biting at his lower lip and then at his jaw, and at his neck, and Zell reaches up to wrap his arms around Seifer's neck, bucking his hips up. "Damn it, Seifer..."
Then he's on his hands and knees, crawling closer to Squall and leaning in to steal a kiss before Seifer's hand lands on his backside in a quick smack, reminding him of what he's supposed to be doing. Squall stretches, smiles, and Zell leans down, licking quickly to make Squall gasp. Then he has to stop for a moment, arching his back as Seifer thrusts into him, slowly, making him close his eyes and push back and pant softly at the feel of it.
"Fuck, Seifer," he whispers.
Seifer's voice is a little more breathy than usual, husky again and low, dangerous, "Go on, chickie, suck Squall's cock. Make him moan. I want to hear him moan like a girl."
Zell doesn't need to look up to know that Squall is glaring at Seifer. He doesn't want to look up, anyway, so he closes his eyes and leans closer to Squall again, licking quickly again and putting his hands on the bed next to Squall's legs for support as he takes the tip into his mouth, sucking eagerly and arching his back to press closer to Seifer and the delicious feeling of being full.
Seifer's thrusts are quick, after that, and he knows that Seifer is eager just by that, how much the sight of it all is affecting him, because normally he likes to tease, knowing Zell likes the feeling and drawing it out just to be an asshole about it. Seifer's thrusts are quick and there's no rhythm, not really, just hard, deep thrusts that make him moan, make him falter as he bobs his head and as Squall's hips push up, thrusting into his mouth. He likes it more than he thought he would, knowing it's him that makes them both so eager, makes them both moan.
Seifer bites his shoulder roughly, reaching around to stroke his cock quickly, squeezing, and he knows Seifer is close then and moans softly at the knowledge, because Seifer is that on edge when normally he's the image of control. He squeezes around Seifer for that, his eyes tightly closed now, sucking harder and listening to Squall's quick panting breaths, letting him buck up.
"God, Zell," Squall whispers, and his hand tangles in Zell's hair and then he's coming, pushing his hips up eagerly and tipping his head back, and though Zell can't see, can't even remember how to open his eyes right now, he hears Seifer moaning at the sight, feels Seifer thrust one more time, harder than ever and so deep and so good that it makes him come with him, squeezing around him hard and arching his back until it aches. Sparks and stars, he thinks, dazedly, before Seifer's hands -- gentler now than before -- pull him up, turn him over, and then he kisses him, soft and eager, quick, desperate kisses.
"Fuck, Zell, so damn good, you're so -- "
He sits up when he can think properly and smirks at Seifer, drawing himself closer to Squall so that Squall wraps his arms around him, looking up to see the unfamiliar curve of Squall's satisfied smile. "Take it you enjoyed, then."
Seifer is a little stunned for a minute and then he smirks, settling down comfortably with his head on Squall's stomach instead of wrapped all round him possessively as usual. "Yeah, chickie, I enjoyed you. We'll have to do this again sometime."
"Next time you can be the one getting fucked."
"Or the one dressing up."
"Don't push your luck, assholes," Seifer growls, but his eyes are laughing, and they all know it.