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- Author:
skittles4zell - Title: First
- Rating: R for the oh-so-painfully vague smex scene. XP
- Summary: A random attempt at writing Seifer's and Zell's first time at smex. <3
It was awkward. It was fumbling. It was achingly beautiful.
Zell stumbling on his tippy toes and trying so hard to reach Seifer's lips and give him a proper kiss but to no avail as Seifer pushed at the smaller youth's coat, so desperate to get it off but goddamn it was being difficult.
Finally, Zell gave up on a kiss and set to pushing Seifer's coat past his broad shoulders and down his arms. He was so tall and big and poor Zell was so short and tiny compared to Seifer, but he didn't care. He wanted to feel Seifer. All over his skin, fingers dancing and teasing and tickling in places he didn't even know he had.
And it felt right, as cliche and 'God, I never thought I'd say that' as it was.
Seifer was all here and now. He didn't care about knocking over books and papers in the whole getting-to-the-bed process. They could be picked up later. Much later.
And Zell didn't mind either, so it made it alright. All he cared about were the tingles Seifer was causing in the pit of his tummy and the warmth he was grazing across his neck as they fumbled and stumbled and fought to make it to the bed.
But it seemed so far away, and it was killing Zell, and it was killing Seifer because it was so annoyingly distant and not there beneath them where they needed it the most it to cushion them and hold them up as they were both weak in the knees and struggling to hold the other's weight.
They made it to the bed that, not even two seconds ago, seemed forever away. Seifer's coat was only half down his arms, and Zell only had one shoulder out of his own. Coming to some sort of mutual agreement, they each set to work on their own clothing, knowing it'd get done a helluva lot quicker that way.
With their clothing out of the way, Seifer was again at Zell's neck, mumbling whispers about how he'd never thought he'd be the first to deflower the chicken wuss, and Zell smacked him for that, but let it slide once Seifer did that little thing he did with his tongue behind Zell's ear.
Being in Seifer's dorm of course helped with the whole lube deal. Everyone knows Chicken Wuss is innocent and oblivious and doesn't know the first thing about such matters.
The next few moments are bliss, as Seifer is gentle with the little blonde and holds him and helps him get accustomed to the new feelings he's experiencing.
Their chests are pressed together, and Zell looks up at Seifer with these wide blue eyes that tell Seifer he's in a little pain, but not so much, and that it's okay. And Seifer looks down at Zell with these lazy green eyes that tell Zell he's not going to go all the way at once, but he's aching and wants more, but he won't move until he knows Zell's comfortable.
It happens that way for a little while longer until Zell can't take just sitting there. He's one of those restless types that always feels the need to be moving and doing something. So he moves and suprises Seifer, grinning.
After a few more awkward fumblings and pushing and thrusting, it's over, and they collapse on Seifer's bed. Both exhausted and somehow at peace with each other, Zell snuggles into Seifer's embrace, and they fall asleep that way.