the final fantasy anonymous kink meme

[shanaqui]

I have made this post public again despite leaving LJ to allow people to save their own fics, etc.

Since this kind of thing seems to be spreading LJ-wide, I thought it was time we had one. ;) The original, I believe, is the Bleach Kink Meme, and there's a master list of others here. ;)

So...
The Final Fantasy Anonymous Kink MemeWhat is it? It's

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Practice (2)

[anonymous]

She'd been right; it wasn't long at all before she heard the familiar chatter of her boys approaching. Rosa froze instinctively, although she knew the chance of either boy seeing her was slim. Soon Cecil appeared in her line of sight. His hair was short, and he was wearing the dark tunic he always wore hunting. Rosa's breath caught in her throat. He looked so handsome, in this early-morning light, with an easy smile on his face. Then Kain stepped forward, and her breath caught again. Kain wore his hair down, which he had never done in her presence. It was a long, tempered sheet of gold, wheat-gold, still slightly damp from his morning bath. She almost felt guilty, then: stealing a glimpse of Kain's hair.

Cecil was talking about something one of the lords had said that morning at breakfast, and Rosa found her ears straining for details: she was so curious about the goings-on in the palace, and she wanted to live there so badly, and she was listening so hard to Cecil's story that it took her a few moments to realize Kain had shut the door firmly behind him - and kissed Cecil.

Rosa gasped, and then clapped her hand over her mouth in fear. No, her eyes were not mistaken; Kain, slightly taller, had bent his lips to Cecil's. And Cecil turned his face upwards, willingly, returning the kiss. They were both slightly clumsy at it, as boys their age were clumsy with everything. Rosa was holding her breath. What were they - were they really - oh.

It was both shocking and not. Rosa had grown up in a soldier's household, and even as a child had been privy to the innuendos between two knights of the King's Army (although she hadn't known what it meant). Affection between men was not the norm in Baron, but neither was it a rare occurence. At the same time, she couldn't take her eyes off of it: Cecil and Kain, her friends, who had never let these feelings show when in her presence.

They'd stopped, and Rosa took a long slow breath. Cecil's face was strangely flushed, and Kain was holding his hand to one of Cecil's cheeks. She'd never seen Cecil look that adoring... or Kain, Kain with hair as light and silky as hers. They almost looked like strangers to her.

"I see," Cecil said with a smile. "It is to be one of those mornings."

"Are you complaining?" Kain bent to kiss Cecil again, a long and drawn-out thing that made Rosa twinge in an unfamiliar way. "We could not last week, for -"

"Last week was milord Damcyan's visit," Cecil murmured in understanding. "Kain, you are -" He broke off momentarily. "You are sure?"

"You jest, Cecil," Kain said with a smile, and Rosa's heart fluttered in her chest. Kain bent to kiss Cecil again, and even from her high vantage point, she could hear Cecil's slight moan as their mouths met. Her boys were kissing each other almost frantically, lips moving against each other messily; someone's tongue slipped out, and both boys gave a low chuckle before returning to their passionate, clumsy expression. Rosa felt a strange, warm feeling pooling between her legs, and twitched. This was so different than that one time she'd kissed Cecil - she'd tried to be precise, almost picky - and Kain and Cecil were all flush and hot and oh, by the heavens, Kain's hand had dropped to the front of Cecil's pants.

Practice (3)

[anonymous]

Cecil let out a moan, hot and sharp, and Rosa had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from squeaking. "Oh - yes, Kain, yes," he groaned, as Kain's long fingers began to work the fastening on Cecil's breeches. Rosa silently set the other hand over her mouth for fear of making any noise at all. Were they - would they really - oh, and Kain's fingers were deft and nimble like he'd done this before - of course they had - and then his hand slowly vanished into Cecil's pants. Cecil groaned again, and bucked his hips into Kain's hand; Kain's other hand was still on Cecil's cheek, holding the shorter boy close. Cecil's arms came around to grasp Kain's lower back and - no, Kain's bottom. Cecil's fingers dug in, and Kain groaned himself.

Rosa abruptly realized one finger was resting against her lip, her tongue instinctively darting against it. Flushing, she jerked her hand away from her mouth. She was not so young that she didn't know what was going on - the warm feeling spreading through her, centered between her legs and in her belly. She felt dirty, but she could not leave now. The boys could never learn that she'd seen this.

Kain's other hand had dropped to Cecil's waist, where he'd done something with the remaining ties. Cecil's trousers suddenly fell to the floor, the worn leather pooling around his ankles. His - manhood was the best word Rosa could think of, trying hard not to giggle nervously at the sight of it - Cecil was hard, yes, jutting out from under his shirt into Kain's waiting hand. As Kain began to move his hand, Rosa caught a glimpse of sandy brown hair at the juncture of Cecil's legs, from which his - manhood - she clapped a hand over her mouth - gods, she was nervous, and intrigued, and oh.

And then Kain broke off the kiss and stooped, kneeling before Cecil and taking him into his mouth all in one motion. Cecil's eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a loud, strangled-sounding moan that somehow had Kain's name within it. Rosa stuffed half of a fist in her mouth, watching eagerly as Cecil buried one pale hand in Kain's golden hair. Kain's mouth worked back and forth along Cecil's manhood; he had brought one hand up to grasp the member, sliding Cecil's cock in and out of his mouth, faster and faster. Cecil moaned. Kain's hand slid along with his mouth, slick with spit, sliding Cecil's hard length in and out, as Cecil gasped his name.

Rosa swallowed, hard, her hand still at her mouth, forgotten. Oh, gods, was this what it -

And suddenly Cecil's hands tensed in Kain's hair, and Cecil thrust with his hips - once, twice, more emphatic - making a mewling, groaning sort of sound - and Kain suddenly stopped moving, letting Cecil - he thrust again, his length sliding oh-so-very-slowly into Kain's clenched lips - and then out, again, his wet cock slowly sliding free. Cecil was shuddering, and Kain turned his face away to wipe his mouth. Cecil sank down on the soft-looking pile of hides behind him, and Rosa suddenly realized with a wrenching feeling in her gut that this was what those hides were for in the first place!

Cecil was still quivering; his pale face was flushed, his cheeks tinged pink. Rosa had never seen him look like this before, ever. "Gods, Kain," he said, and his voice was raw and shaky. "That was -"

Kain turned to face him. Something must have shown in his face, for Cecil said softly, "But what do you want?"

Practice (4)

[anonymous]

Cecil scooted himself along the pile, still half-naked; Rosa noted his - rod, she thought, stuffing fingers into her mouth to prevent a nervous giggle - drooping slightly and softening. He reached up to caress the bulge at the front of Kain's trousers. "What is it you want, Kain?"

"You know what I want," Kain said, his voice husky and dark; and no, she'd never seen them like this before, Cecil eagerly undoing the laces on his friend's leather breeches, dropping them to the ground. Kain's - manhood, Rosa corrected herself again, refusing to think a dirtier word of her friend - seemed to burst free of the ties on his trousers, already hard. Now Kain was groaning, a deep and lustful sound, and something in Rosa keened back at him from the warm wetness between her thighs.

Cecil was already lower, and as such it was not hard for him to take Kain's hard cock into his mouth as well, his lips sliding clumsily and wetly along the length. Kain moaned, eager and almost frantic, gripping Cecil's short hair and bucking his hips into Cecil's mouth. Cecil made a muffled soft of sound, and Kain slowed, murmuring something Rosa couldn't hear. Cecil paused, sucking hard, and Kain groaned out: "Gods, Cecil, faster."

Cecil complied, bringing his hand up as Kain had done; he wrapped it around Kain's cock, already slick from saliva, and began pumping it along Kain's length, moving his mouth with it. Kain let out a strangled cry and his eyes fluttered shut. Cecil continued suckling, moving in a regular motion as he pulsed Kain's manhood in and out, in and out - Kain's eyes were closed so tightly - Rosa felt another bold rush of warmth between her legs - Cecil's eyes shut, too, as he continued to - he did something with his hand, some kind of twisting, and Kain moaned. A few moments later, Kain's face tensed up, and Cecil's motion stilled as Kain came into his mouth.

Rosa was almost trembling. Her body was tense itself, a new tension she didn't dare think on for too long. Below her, Kain had half-crumbled to his knees and onto the pile of furs; Cecil discreetly wiped his mouth, moving to sit upright. All her muscles were aching and she felt as if that intoxicating warm pool between her legs would give her away instantly: it seemed to be singing for someone to touch her. Below her, in an obvious contrast to her stiff, wary tension, the boys lay sprawled on the pile of hides, obviously relaxed and sated. They were talking of -

"-have to do that when we're in the army, with women," Kain was saying. "It is a good thing for us to practice now."

Cecil, who was playing with a long lock of Kain's hair, huffed. "You know I'd rather do that with you," he said sullenly, "and only you."

"I know." Kain sighed. "Hopefully things will remain this way, but - we will end up in the army eventually." He paused. "I would not want to shame the king."

Shaming the king, indeed! At this Rosa had to stuff fingers into her mouth again to control her wild squeal. The two boys below her, oblivious to her presence, dressed themselves again in their trousers, their half-limp members tucked again behind worn leather and soft linen. Rosa remained, frozen, until the boys had shined every piece of their hunting equipment and left for their Wodansday hunt.

Rosa slowly let herself unfurl in the little strange attic-like hidey-hole she'd found herself. Flat on her back, she stared into the cobwebby ceiling, her mind blown and her body still tingling. Tentatively, she touched the warmth between her thighs with one hand - rubbed it. That did feel good. She stopped, shamed. These were things only to be done with another. But - this tension. Rosa sighed, audibly. Was this what it was to want?

Perhaps, Rosa thought, barely forming the idea in her mind before banishing it altogether: perhaps one of her boys would want to practice with a woman as well as a man.

Re: Practice (4)

[anonymous]

This anonymous squealed. A lot. And was also very very amused at Rosa's reactions.

Re: Practice (4)

[anonymous]

Absolutely brilliant. A whole spectrum of awesomeness. ^___^