FFVIII: The Trick
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Zell, Squall/Zell, Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Angst, bondage, sap, sex toys, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Zell has been away. Timeline here.
You sit on the bed, eyes lowered, cool and demure and perfect like you couldn't care less. But I know you've missed him, you even told me, once, when I dragged it out of you. You can't stand to show either of us favoritism but you miss us terribly when we're away; me or Zell. We've both become such big parts of your life that you hate to be without us.
I can't imagine what it must have been like for you pushing us away. Probably as bad as we felt being the ones you pushed away.
I lean against the wall and just watch you. Watch you breathe, little movements, little rise and fall of your chest. I watch you reach up to push your hair out of your eyes and for a moment it seems to me that you're the most perfect thing on earth.
When did we ever get so hopelessly addicted to each other?
He opens the door slowly and your eyes flick up quickly, hot and eager for a moment before you take a deep breath, standing, as calm as if that little flicker never passed over you.
Zell's so much less reserved than you. He grins at us both, looking from one to the other like he doesn't know who to kiss first, and then suddenly he takes a few steps forward, letting the door shut behind him, taking you in his arms and squeezing tightly, kissing you like he's been starving for you the whole month he was away. It'd drive me fucking insane to watch you for too long, his hands in your hair, one of your hands cupping the back of his head, devouring each other.
And then you pull away, smile your little half-smile, and push him towards me. I clutch him close and kiss him, tasting overly-sweet energy drink and Zell, while you reach for the handcuffs, just like we planned. I get Zell's shirt off, pushing my hands under, his body warmer than anything, like he's burning up. I throw the shirt down, tousling his hair so the remnants of his gel give up and his hair comes all fluttering down around his face.
Looks less like a chicken this way.
It's like tennis, and Zell's the ball, when I push him back to you and you push him down on the bed, getting him into the perfect position with no effort at all. I catch his wrists and draw them up above his head and you cuff him, one wrist and then the other, cuffing him firmly to the bed. I take my trench coat off while watching you fumble at his fly, while I watch him struggle a little.
It's okay, Zell. It'll be fun. And if you really can't stand the cuffs, we'll take them off.
You know that's my promise. To never go too far. To the edge -- but not over it.
Squall gets your pants undone, sliding them and your boxers down your legs, and he teases with his breath and a stray lick but he doesn't follow through until I cross to cuff your legs to the bed, spread and almost inviting. Then he takes you into his mouth, and fuck, doesn't it just take your breath away to watch him? Eyes fixed on yours, smokey-grey and seductive, his hair all falling into his pretty face.
Push up. He wants you to. Thrust in his mouth and yank at your handcuffs, trying to touch him.
You should've called us more often. Could've been fun, you know? This is just a little game. Call it a punishment if you like, though you'll be mindless with pleasure before we're done. A punishment for letting us miss you so very very much.
You don't know who to watch, your eyes flicking from him sucking you off to me getting my clothes off. Gloves first, then my shirt, slowly, smirking at you in the way that makes your stomach twist, because I know you're watching me, that you can barely stand to look away. And Squall is driving you so fucking crazy, isn't he? Driving you so close to the edge but not letting you come.
He wouldn't dare do that to me, you know.
Your eyes widen just a little when Squall pulls back and shows you what else he's been hiding in his hands. It's a cock ring. Heard of them, chickie?
I know you're thinking of all the torture we could put you through. And you're not sure if it frightens you or arouses you more.
Here's what's going to happen, chickie. Close your eyes. Think about it. First, Squall is going to ride you. He's going to ride you until he comes, gasping and moaning like he does when he's close, his eyes shut tight and his face all flushed and pink and hot. And you're going to watch him. You're not going to be able to take your eyes off him, are you, baby? I know I can't when I'm the one fucking him.
And you still won't have come then. And Squall will get off you and sit next to you, all sleepy-sweet and tired, because it's been a long day for him. And then you get to be inside me.
Like that thought, hm? Like the thought of being inside me? I've never given you that before. Only Squall knows what that's like, so far. And now you will, too. How good does that sound?
You're whimpering and making little pleading sounds, hot and desperate and needy already. Wish you could see yourself like that. Open your eyes now. Look at Squall. Don't look at me. Just look at him. Watch him stretch himself, wonder how he managed to get undressed without you hearing. Just look at him. The way he bites his lip like that in concentration makes me want him more than anything. Is it the same for you?
I can tell it is.
The noise you make when Squall eases himself onto you is just perfect, baby. The look on your face... and the look on his face, even better, intense and lost. Watch him. He's definitely worth watching.
I watch you both while he moves, slow at first, torturous, drawing it out just like we planned. You moan and tug at the handcuffs, making so much noise trying to reach for him that it almost drowns out his moans. You're so fucking beautiful together.
The look on his face when he comes is really something. He's died and gone to heaven and woken up in bliss. And you lay there underneath him, panting and desperate, and when he moves off of you, flopping down by your side, you turn your head and whimper for a kiss, unable to find words.
The two of you kiss, slow and gentle, and I get on the bed between your legs for now. It's so tempting to just fuck you. Fuck you senseless. But I want you inside me, too. Hear that, Zell -- I want you inside me.
I take the cock ring off, because fuck, I'm going to make you come, and I'm going to make you come so hard you scream.
Good thing Squall's got us a room without neighbours, huh? Being Commander is good for something after all.
You whimper when I get the cock ring off you, handcuffs clinking as you try to reach for me, and you're panting softly, your body slick with sweat, muscles straining. I move over you and I see your surprise clearly when I guide your cock into me, no preperation. You push up, and you curse, and you try to hold back because you'd hate to hurt me.
How sweet.
I move quickly, not slowly like Squall did, leaning down to take a kiss from you, and it is taking, rough and possessive and needy. I squeeze around you and use all the tricks I know -- all the tricks I've learnt from you and Squall, from knowing what you do when I fuck you.
And I'm driving you absolutely fucking crazy.
Squall reaches for me, wrapping a hand around my cock, his movements slower, a maddening counterpoint to our pace. You scream for us when you come, your hands clenching, bucking your hips up, driving your cock hard into me and I curse when I come into Squall's hand, curse when he licks the come off his fingers.
I move off you, a little shaky, tired, and collapse between you and Squall. You have no idea how much of an ego boost it is to feel you both snuggle against me.
Fuck, don't go away for that long again. I missed you more than I should admit.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Zell, Squall/Zell, Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Angst, bondage, sap, sex toys, smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Zell has been away. Timeline here.
You sit on the bed, eyes lowered, cool and demure and perfect like you couldn't care less. But I know you've missed him, you even told me, once, when I dragged it out of you. You can't stand to show either of us favoritism but you miss us terribly when we're away; me or Zell. We've both become such big parts of your life that you hate to be without us.
I can't imagine what it must have been like for you pushing us away. Probably as bad as we felt being the ones you pushed away.
I lean against the wall and just watch you. Watch you breathe, little movements, little rise and fall of your chest. I watch you reach up to push your hair out of your eyes and for a moment it seems to me that you're the most perfect thing on earth.
When did we ever get so hopelessly addicted to each other?
He opens the door slowly and your eyes flick up quickly, hot and eager for a moment before you take a deep breath, standing, as calm as if that little flicker never passed over you.
Zell's so much less reserved than you. He grins at us both, looking from one to the other like he doesn't know who to kiss first, and then suddenly he takes a few steps forward, letting the door shut behind him, taking you in his arms and squeezing tightly, kissing you like he's been starving for you the whole month he was away. It'd drive me fucking insane to watch you for too long, his hands in your hair, one of your hands cupping the back of his head, devouring each other.
And then you pull away, smile your little half-smile, and push him towards me. I clutch him close and kiss him, tasting overly-sweet energy drink and Zell, while you reach for the handcuffs, just like we planned. I get Zell's shirt off, pushing my hands under, his body warmer than anything, like he's burning up. I throw the shirt down, tousling his hair so the remnants of his gel give up and his hair comes all fluttering down around his face.
Looks less like a chicken this way.
It's like tennis, and Zell's the ball, when I push him back to you and you push him down on the bed, getting him into the perfect position with no effort at all. I catch his wrists and draw them up above his head and you cuff him, one wrist and then the other, cuffing him firmly to the bed. I take my trench coat off while watching you fumble at his fly, while I watch him struggle a little.
It's okay, Zell. It'll be fun. And if you really can't stand the cuffs, we'll take them off.
You know that's my promise. To never go too far. To the edge -- but not over it.
Squall gets your pants undone, sliding them and your boxers down your legs, and he teases with his breath and a stray lick but he doesn't follow through until I cross to cuff your legs to the bed, spread and almost inviting. Then he takes you into his mouth, and fuck, doesn't it just take your breath away to watch him? Eyes fixed on yours, smokey-grey and seductive, his hair all falling into his pretty face.
Push up. He wants you to. Thrust in his mouth and yank at your handcuffs, trying to touch him.
You should've called us more often. Could've been fun, you know? This is just a little game. Call it a punishment if you like, though you'll be mindless with pleasure before we're done. A punishment for letting us miss you so very very much.
You don't know who to watch, your eyes flicking from him sucking you off to me getting my clothes off. Gloves first, then my shirt, slowly, smirking at you in the way that makes your stomach twist, because I know you're watching me, that you can barely stand to look away. And Squall is driving you so fucking crazy, isn't he? Driving you so close to the edge but not letting you come.
He wouldn't dare do that to me, you know.
Your eyes widen just a little when Squall pulls back and shows you what else he's been hiding in his hands. It's a cock ring. Heard of them, chickie?
I know you're thinking of all the torture we could put you through. And you're not sure if it frightens you or arouses you more.
Here's what's going to happen, chickie. Close your eyes. Think about it. First, Squall is going to ride you. He's going to ride you until he comes, gasping and moaning like he does when he's close, his eyes shut tight and his face all flushed and pink and hot. And you're going to watch him. You're not going to be able to take your eyes off him, are you, baby? I know I can't when I'm the one fucking him.
And you still won't have come then. And Squall will get off you and sit next to you, all sleepy-sweet and tired, because it's been a long day for him. And then you get to be inside me.
Like that thought, hm? Like the thought of being inside me? I've never given you that before. Only Squall knows what that's like, so far. And now you will, too. How good does that sound?
You're whimpering and making little pleading sounds, hot and desperate and needy already. Wish you could see yourself like that. Open your eyes now. Look at Squall. Don't look at me. Just look at him. Watch him stretch himself, wonder how he managed to get undressed without you hearing. Just look at him. The way he bites his lip like that in concentration makes me want him more than anything. Is it the same for you?
I can tell it is.
The noise you make when Squall eases himself onto you is just perfect, baby. The look on your face... and the look on his face, even better, intense and lost. Watch him. He's definitely worth watching.
I watch you both while he moves, slow at first, torturous, drawing it out just like we planned. You moan and tug at the handcuffs, making so much noise trying to reach for him that it almost drowns out his moans. You're so fucking beautiful together.
The look on his face when he comes is really something. He's died and gone to heaven and woken up in bliss. And you lay there underneath him, panting and desperate, and when he moves off of you, flopping down by your side, you turn your head and whimper for a kiss, unable to find words.
The two of you kiss, slow and gentle, and I get on the bed between your legs for now. It's so tempting to just fuck you. Fuck you senseless. But I want you inside me, too. Hear that, Zell -- I want you inside me.
I take the cock ring off, because fuck, I'm going to make you come, and I'm going to make you come so hard you scream.
Good thing Squall's got us a room without neighbours, huh? Being Commander is good for something after all.
You whimper when I get the cock ring off you, handcuffs clinking as you try to reach for me, and you're panting softly, your body slick with sweat, muscles straining. I move over you and I see your surprise clearly when I guide your cock into me, no preperation. You push up, and you curse, and you try to hold back because you'd hate to hurt me.
How sweet.
I move quickly, not slowly like Squall did, leaning down to take a kiss from you, and it is taking, rough and possessive and needy. I squeeze around you and use all the tricks I know -- all the tricks I've learnt from you and Squall, from knowing what you do when I fuck you.
And I'm driving you absolutely fucking crazy.
Squall reaches for me, wrapping a hand around my cock, his movements slower, a maddening counterpoint to our pace. You scream for us when you come, your hands clenching, bucking your hips up, driving your cock hard into me and I curse when I come into Squall's hand, curse when he licks the come off his fingers.
I move off you, a little shaky, tired, and collapse between you and Squall. You have no idea how much of an ego boost it is to feel you both snuggle against me.
Fuck, don't go away for that long again. I missed you more than I should admit.