Final Fantasy VIII: Irvine Kinneas/Squall Leonhart, bed
Title: Wake Up Call
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Theme: Bed
Rating: NC17
Oh-six-hundred hours, and Squall doesn't want to move out of bed even if he really should be heading for his office already. Irvine is still asleep, curled against his back, breathing slowly and softly in a way that has Squall wanting to curl up again and just fall asleep there with him. Instead, though, he stretches out, yawning softly, and turns to kiss Irvine -- gently, at first, coaxing him to wakefulness, running a hand down his chest and teasing one of his nipples, and then harder as he kisses back.
"Mmm, Squall," Irvine murmurs, moving an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. "S'too early."
"I have to go to work in half an hour," Squall says, softly. He kisses Irvine again, nipping lightly at his lip and pressing against him. Irvine presses closer, hmming softly and kissing back eagerly, a little more awake already.
"You might end up being a little late," Irvine says after a moment, rolling onto his back and pulling Squall on top of him, kissing him slowly. "At this rate, anyway."
Squall shakes his head slightly, reaching for the lube on the bedside table and slicking his fingers, pulling away from Irvine and getting him to turn over. "I should make this quick."
"We can make up for that later, then."
Squall nods slightly, teasing at Irvine's entrance with one finger, pushing it carefully inside after a moment, pushing it deep and twisting it a little, pressing against Irvine's prostate and making him catch his breath, sliding another finger in with it to tease that spot and tease out a moan. He takes his time over this, despite his words, teasing Irvine until he's just about ready to scream.
"Fuck, Squall," he whispers, arching his back a little and pushing back against Squall's fingers. "I thought you said we have to be quick?"
Squall laughs softly, pulling his fingers out of Irvine slowly, moving closer to him, resting a hand against his hip and pressing the tip of his cock gently against his entrance. He pushes in far too slowly for Irvine, groaning softly and pressing against him. For a moment, they stay like that, and then Squall presses soft kisses along the line of Irvine's spine, pulling out of him slowly.
"Squall. Hard. Please," Irvine says, softly, and then smirks a little. "You do have to get to work on time, after all."
Squall makes a soft noise, shifting slightly and then thrusting hard into Irvine, groaning loudly. Irvine arches his back a little, rocking back against Squall, his breath catching in his throat as Squall pulls out of him again, pushing back in hard enough to make him cry out. Squall runs a hand up his side, and then down over his chest, teasing at his nipples gently. Irvine moans.
"Fuck..."
He smirks a little at that, pulling out and pushing back in as hard as he can, building up a quick rhythm and panting softly, sliding his hand down Irvine's body and wrapping it around his cock. The clock beeps a warning that it's time to get up, and Squall closes his eyes, ignoring it, pushing harder into Irvine and groaning loudly, squeezing his cock gently. Irvine thrusts into his hand, squeezing around him a little. "God..."
The clock beeps again, louder. Squall's hair is in his eyes and he's panting softly as he thrusts into Irvine as hard as he can, Irvine's hips rocking to meet the thrust. He strokes Irvine quickly, coaxing, teasing -- until Irvine comes with a soft gasp, his eyes closed, his back arched, squeezing around Squall and making him come too, rocking his hips to force himself deeper into Irvine as he shudders through release.
Irvine reaches over to turn the clock off, shaking a little still and stretching out with a sound that's almost like a purr. Squall pulls out of him and leans down to kiss him, softly, sweetly. "I'll see you later."
"How can you even more after that?"
Squall laughs softly, kissing him again for good measure and then heading for the shower.
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Theme: Bed
Rating: NC17
Oh-six-hundred hours, and Squall doesn't want to move out of bed even if he really should be heading for his office already. Irvine is still asleep, curled against his back, breathing slowly and softly in a way that has Squall wanting to curl up again and just fall asleep there with him. Instead, though, he stretches out, yawning softly, and turns to kiss Irvine -- gently, at first, coaxing him to wakefulness, running a hand down his chest and teasing one of his nipples, and then harder as he kisses back.
"Mmm, Squall," Irvine murmurs, moving an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. "S'too early."
"I have to go to work in half an hour," Squall says, softly. He kisses Irvine again, nipping lightly at his lip and pressing against him. Irvine presses closer, hmming softly and kissing back eagerly, a little more awake already.
"You might end up being a little late," Irvine says after a moment, rolling onto his back and pulling Squall on top of him, kissing him slowly. "At this rate, anyway."
Squall shakes his head slightly, reaching for the lube on the bedside table and slicking his fingers, pulling away from Irvine and getting him to turn over. "I should make this quick."
"We can make up for that later, then."
Squall nods slightly, teasing at Irvine's entrance with one finger, pushing it carefully inside after a moment, pushing it deep and twisting it a little, pressing against Irvine's prostate and making him catch his breath, sliding another finger in with it to tease that spot and tease out a moan. He takes his time over this, despite his words, teasing Irvine until he's just about ready to scream.
"Fuck, Squall," he whispers, arching his back a little and pushing back against Squall's fingers. "I thought you said we have to be quick?"
Squall laughs softly, pulling his fingers out of Irvine slowly, moving closer to him, resting a hand against his hip and pressing the tip of his cock gently against his entrance. He pushes in far too slowly for Irvine, groaning softly and pressing against him. For a moment, they stay like that, and then Squall presses soft kisses along the line of Irvine's spine, pulling out of him slowly.
"Squall. Hard. Please," Irvine says, softly, and then smirks a little. "You do have to get to work on time, after all."
Squall makes a soft noise, shifting slightly and then thrusting hard into Irvine, groaning loudly. Irvine arches his back a little, rocking back against Squall, his breath catching in his throat as Squall pulls out of him again, pushing back in hard enough to make him cry out. Squall runs a hand up his side, and then down over his chest, teasing at his nipples gently. Irvine moans.
"Fuck..."
He smirks a little at that, pulling out and pushing back in as hard as he can, building up a quick rhythm and panting softly, sliding his hand down Irvine's body and wrapping it around his cock. The clock beeps a warning that it's time to get up, and Squall closes his eyes, ignoring it, pushing harder into Irvine and groaning loudly, squeezing his cock gently. Irvine thrusts into his hand, squeezing around him a little. "God..."
The clock beeps again, louder. Squall's hair is in his eyes and he's panting softly as he thrusts into Irvine as hard as he can, Irvine's hips rocking to meet the thrust. He strokes Irvine quickly, coaxing, teasing -- until Irvine comes with a soft gasp, his eyes closed, his back arched, squeezing around Squall and making him come too, rocking his hips to force himself deeper into Irvine as he shudders through release.
Irvine reaches over to turn the clock off, shaking a little still and stretching out with a sound that's almost like a purr. Squall pulls out of him and leans down to kiss him, softly, sweetly. "I'll see you later."
"How can you even more after that?"
Squall laughs softly, kissing him again for good measure and then heading for the shower.