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Loud	By : mayofish Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Het - Male/Female Views: 1306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIV or its characters. I will make no money off of my midget porn.

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Thancred slept with a lot of women, that was no surprise. Usually he would take them to different inns or taverns. But, since the move of their headquarters into the back of a bar, Thancred usually couldn't make it much farther than to his own room.
Which was directly in between both Yda's and Papalymo's.
It was very late, or very early, Papalymo didn't know which but the loud moans and other noises had been carrying on for a while already. It had awoke him from his sleep and at first he tried to bang on the wall but Thancred was obviously much more intoxicated than usual. Now, defeated, Papalymo simply laid in bed with a pillow pulled tightly over his head. He didn't hear the knock at his door but when the light leaked into the room from the open door, he jumped.
Yda looked just as tired as he felt and she was lucky she would get a mask to hide the bags under her eyes.
“Yda? What do you want?” His voice was stern but that was expected when he was more than a little irritated.
She didn't reply right away just crawled into bed with him. She scooted him to the side and grabbed a handful of blankets from him.
“Can't sleep with all that noise,” she mumbled, curling up next to him. “Figured you couldn't either.”
“So you come into my room?”
A loud squeal prevented her from replying. A deep groan followed. Yda yawned. She grabbed him and pulled him close to her chest.
“Might as well suffer together,” she giggled. Papalymo didn't find it very funny. Usually Thancred was careful and although he led on a lot of woman, he usually didn't sleep with that many. He worried something had gone wrong for the lad to be acting this brazenly.
“Why do you think—”
Yda didn't let him finish, “Someone turned him down again yesterday.”
Papalymo frowned. “But then why—”
She sat up on her elbows, halfway on top of him. “To make her jealous, Papalymo,” she watched the realization set in and then when he opened his mouth she continued, “No. It probably won't work. But he won't remember it anyway with how much he's had to drink. But then again, he shouldn't have challenged Moen to that drinking contest earlier.”
“Is that why he challenged her?”
“Or to flirt with the bartender.”
Papalymo rolled his eyes and another loud round of moans came from the next room. Yda seemed to glare at the wall for a second and then turned her attention back to the lalafell under her.
“You know. They could cover up any other sound.”
“What?” he looked at her, dumbfounded. He jerked when he feels the tips of her fingers on his skin. His shirt had ridden up and she slowly dragged her fingertips across his hip bone just above the hem of his pants. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode.
“You can say no,” She whispered, pulling her hand back with a chuckle. She rubbed her nose against his. The sounds next door picked up again and now it sounded like the bed was hitting the wall. Papalymo groaned and shut his eyes. He grabbed Yda's hand and pulled her so their lips met.
“Only because they're so loud.”
She laughed, returning the kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and her fingers found their way under his shirt. He shuddered at her touch and managed to get her out of her night shirt before she distracted him too much. She returned the favor and tugged of his shirt. They both let their hands explore each other and they would be lying if they said it hadn't been forever. Papalymo pushed Yda carefully and she rolled over onto her back so he could crawl on top of her. He straddled her hips and dipped his head down to lick her neck.
The sounds in the other room drowned out any noise Yda made and that just doesn't sit well with Papalymo. He bit at the junction between her shoulder and neck exceptionally hard and it drew a loud hiss from her but it was still barely heard. He busied his hands with her breasts, cupping them carefully and rolling a nipple between his fingers. She was panting and writhing beneath him already because Yda was never the patient type. It made him harden and he was thankful for the distraction from the obnoxious noises from the next room.
Yda's voice was growing louder — more daring, like a challenge to their neighbors. It made Papalymo chuckle because he knew she was doing it on purpose. Yda was dastardly, and he loved it. He dug his nails into her hips to keep her still and pulled down her pants. She kicked them off and to the side. Papalymo let his hands tease the inside of her thighs and they were already sticky. His fingers fluttered against the skin, but never really putting any pressure to where she wanted. She whined loudly and tossed her head back. He knew she could turn the tables if she wanted, but Yda loved to be teased. Her kept her hips down so that he could slide two fingers inside of her. He curled them and thrust. Her back arched off the bed and his nails broke the skin on her hip trying to hold her down.
The noises next door were becoming louder and more erratic, signally that the noises that they were using for cover would some come to an end. Papalymo growled, he hated being rushed, especially when it had been so long. Yda met his eyes and nodded eagerly. He tossed his pants somewhere to the side to join hers and then keeled between her legs. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling because neither of them knew when they would have a chance to do this again. Yda let out a long moan and Papalymo bit his lip.
“You can be loud too,” Yda murmured. He opened his eyes to look at her and the sight alone left him breathless. Papalymo grabbed her thighs to pull her legs up. It made her clench around him and he hissed. He started to thrust into her with vigor. The sounds from the other room had faded into background noise and all he could hear was Yda and himself. Neither of them were quiet anymore. The sound of their skin slapping roughly against each other could easily be played off as part of Thancred's antics. He wanted her to say his name — he wanted to say her name. They didn't; that was too risky. Instead they just groaned and whined like animals. Papalymo was rougher than usual, hanging onto every hiss and gasp he could pull out of Yda's throat. Two could play at that game, though, and Yda concentrated on clenching around him to hear him curse.
They both knew they were running out to time before their neighbors were finished. The banging of the bed against the wall had stopped and the moans were quieting down. Papalymo picked up his pace and he wouldn't last much longer either. Yda's body was tight and high-strung but he managed to get his hand between them to find her swollen clit. She moaned, twitching around him and he was starting to see stars. It was a few more trusts and then Papalymo couldn't hold it. He grunted and pulled out just in time to spill himself across her stomach. She followed with a drawn-out moan, her back arching off the bed. They laid in silence, just catching their breath for a few moments and then a bang came from the wall.
“Keep it down, will ya?” Thancred's voice was slurred and groggy.
Papalymo's eyes widened in horror and Yda giggled.
“He won't remember anything in the morning,” she gave him a kiss on the neck, pulling the blankets over them. “Hopefully.”
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