Two drabbles
Crossposted. One is very short, the other is substantially longer. SeiferxSquall. No spoilers. Both R for smut. Enjoy!
one
The first time they'd had sex, Squall had gripped Seifer's arms so hard they'd left bruises.
The second time, it was worse. Squall got a bruised stomach from being bent over his desk and Seifer's ribs almost got broken from the brunette's elbow jabbing his side for him to get off after they'd finished. Seifer had to concede that Squall not being able to breathe kind of justified the harsh treatment.
So it was with a bit of wariness that they groped and kissed their way towards a third time.
two
The thumping music hit him as he descended into the club. He steeled himself for the stares. Seeing Squall Leonhart's bare torso for the first time might be a shock to some people. Needless to say, it was out of character for him to be so exposed in public. This was a end of year costume party though, and his friends would have probably disowned him by now if he hadn't have given the barest hint that he was going to play along. So he threaded his way through the at times awestruck crowd of Garden staff and students to where he had spotted his group.
The conversation did indeed grind to a halt as one by one they caught sight of him and stared. Squall couldn't help but roll his eyes. Seriously. It wasn't such a big deal.
Eventually, Irvine piped up. "Wow. So what are you supposed to be, apart from sensationally sexy?"
Squall simply turned round and showed off his back. It had been painted with two silver wings, while a crimson tail snaked and curved its way up from under his leathers.
Seifer had been hard almost since he saw the brunette. That tail kinking cheekily at the end, though... that made him do something he assumed no responsibility for. Never mind everyone's eyes were on Squall. Never mind that someone might see that he was hard in public. He just got up, grabbed Squall's arm, and dragged him to the men's. As soon as they were in there, and miraculously the place was empty, he locked the door and stared at Squall again.
Squall looked up expectantly.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Seifer started. "What, did you think that if you turned up, half naked, people wouldn't stare? Do you have no concept of consequences? I bet 90% of the people in that club would have their way with you given half the chance! What is your outfit doing other than inviting people to touch you?"
Squall was surprised but he kept his gaze calm as he walked up to the blonde. "..-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off as he bumped into Seifer's bulge and the blonde moaned. He only meant to meet Seifer eye-to-eye, to show he wasn't intimidated, but by pressing up to him there was no way he could miss it. He looked down just to confirm it before flicking his eyes back up to Seifer's. "You're hard."
"Yes, and it's your fucking fault."
"Dirty mouth..." Squall murmured. He sank down to his knees and started unfastening Seifer's jeans.
Ohgoodgodsheisnot... ohmygodohmyfuckinggods... Seifer's breath was caught short and he stared down wide eyed in disbelief.
Squall pulled down Seifer's underwear and placed his lips over Seifer's erection.
"Oh Hyne!!" Seifer cried, before grunting and coming hard.
Squall certainly hadn't been prepared to deal with that quite yet. His eyes widened and he pulled away, his mouth already coated in come. As he felt the hot squirts on his face he turned away and shielded himself with his hand, feeling the fluid drip down his arm. When Seifer slumped back against the door Squall covered his mouth with his other hand and stumbled his way to a stall, spitting into the toilet.
"S..sorry..." Seifer mumbled weakly.
Squall coughed a little and started to wipe himself with toilet tissue. When he'd got all he could, he flushed and walked back out to a washbasin, hearing Seifer repeat his apology. "It's okay... it's okay," he said, washing his hands and checking himself in the mirror, "it's really okay Seifer." He cupped some water and rinsed his mouth out, before wiping his lips and going to Seifer's side.
Seifer had known he had no chance as soon as he'd felt Squall's lips on his cock. How many times he had fantasised it he couldn't count. He couldn't have stopped himself coming if he'd tried. Way to give a good first impression...
Squall went to get some more tissue before kneeling down and gently cleaning what he could. He eased Seifer up onto his knees and carefully pulled his pants back up.
They were startled by someone trying the door. "...? It's shut." The person knocked. "Hey, is anyone in there? I gotta go!" They helped each other up before kissing hungrily.
"Don't say anything." Squall said. He took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking out, dignified, glaring slightly at the person. "Sorry." He knew Seifer was following right behind him. He felt a touch on his naked back and looked over his shoulder. A flushed Seifer indicated towards the bar.
Seifer didn't want to face the gang just yet. Plus he really, really needed a drink. He would buy one for Squall, too. His fuzzy mind was already making plans. He had some making up to do... and he was determined Squall would enjoy it.
one
The first time they'd had sex, Squall had gripped Seifer's arms so hard they'd left bruises.
The second time, it was worse. Squall got a bruised stomach from being bent over his desk and Seifer's ribs almost got broken from the brunette's elbow jabbing his side for him to get off after they'd finished. Seifer had to concede that Squall not being able to breathe kind of justified the harsh treatment.
So it was with a bit of wariness that they groped and kissed their way towards a third time.
two
The thumping music hit him as he descended into the club. He steeled himself for the stares. Seeing Squall Leonhart's bare torso for the first time might be a shock to some people. Needless to say, it was out of character for him to be so exposed in public. This was a end of year costume party though, and his friends would have probably disowned him by now if he hadn't have given the barest hint that he was going to play along. So he threaded his way through the at times awestruck crowd of Garden staff and students to where he had spotted his group.
The conversation did indeed grind to a halt as one by one they caught sight of him and stared. Squall couldn't help but roll his eyes. Seriously. It wasn't such a big deal.
Eventually, Irvine piped up. "Wow. So what are you supposed to be, apart from sensationally sexy?"
Squall simply turned round and showed off his back. It had been painted with two silver wings, while a crimson tail snaked and curved its way up from under his leathers.
Seifer had been hard almost since he saw the brunette. That tail kinking cheekily at the end, though... that made him do something he assumed no responsibility for. Never mind everyone's eyes were on Squall. Never mind that someone might see that he was hard in public. He just got up, grabbed Squall's arm, and dragged him to the men's. As soon as they were in there, and miraculously the place was empty, he locked the door and stared at Squall again.
Squall looked up expectantly.
"What do you think you're doing!?" Seifer started. "What, did you think that if you turned up, half naked, people wouldn't stare? Do you have no concept of consequences? I bet 90% of the people in that club would have their way with you given half the chance! What is your outfit doing other than inviting people to touch you?"
Squall was surprised but he kept his gaze calm as he walked up to the blonde. "..-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off as he bumped into Seifer's bulge and the blonde moaned. He only meant to meet Seifer eye-to-eye, to show he wasn't intimidated, but by pressing up to him there was no way he could miss it. He looked down just to confirm it before flicking his eyes back up to Seifer's. "You're hard."
"Yes, and it's your fucking fault."
"Dirty mouth..." Squall murmured. He sank down to his knees and started unfastening Seifer's jeans.
Ohgoodgodsheisnot... ohmygodohmyfuckinggods... Seifer's breath was caught short and he stared down wide eyed in disbelief.
Squall pulled down Seifer's underwear and placed his lips over Seifer's erection.
"Oh Hyne!!" Seifer cried, before grunting and coming hard.
Squall certainly hadn't been prepared to deal with that quite yet. His eyes widened and he pulled away, his mouth already coated in come. As he felt the hot squirts on his face he turned away and shielded himself with his hand, feeling the fluid drip down his arm. When Seifer slumped back against the door Squall covered his mouth with his other hand and stumbled his way to a stall, spitting into the toilet.
"S..sorry..." Seifer mumbled weakly.
Squall coughed a little and started to wipe himself with toilet tissue. When he'd got all he could, he flushed and walked back out to a washbasin, hearing Seifer repeat his apology. "It's okay... it's okay," he said, washing his hands and checking himself in the mirror, "it's really okay Seifer." He cupped some water and rinsed his mouth out, before wiping his lips and going to Seifer's side.
Seifer had known he had no chance as soon as he'd felt Squall's lips on his cock. How many times he had fantasised it he couldn't count. He couldn't have stopped himself coming if he'd tried. Way to give a good first impression...
Squall went to get some more tissue before kneeling down and gently cleaning what he could. He eased Seifer up onto his knees and carefully pulled his pants back up.
They were startled by someone trying the door. "...? It's shut." The person knocked. "Hey, is anyone in there? I gotta go!" They helped each other up before kissing hungrily.
"Don't say anything." Squall said. He took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking out, dignified, glaring slightly at the person. "Sorry." He knew Seifer was following right behind him. He felt a touch on his naked back and looked over his shoulder. A flushed Seifer indicated towards the bar.
Seifer didn't want to face the gang just yet. Plus he really, really needed a drink. He would buy one for Squall, too. His fuzzy mind was already making plans. He had some making up to do... and he was determined Squall would enjoy it.