Still
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
784
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
C-Side
“Still: C-Side”
Summary: More on the five senses from a new POV.
Disclaimer: *sobs* I’ll never own any of it.
A/N: /word/ = emphasis
“C-Side”
Icy beauty. He’s untouched and untouchable, distant and dangerous, so like something I had once, long ago.
/I see your face./
He is breath-taking, caught between the softness of youth and the maturity of age. He’s soft angles and strong planes, no doubt pliant strength hiding beneath his clinging leather attire. He’s distracting with his silky hair and his knowing green eyes and the curve of his pouty lips.
/I smell your desire./
His scent reeks of want, hints of gun oil and honeysuckle clinging to his skin and hair teasingly. I can smell the Mako in him overlaid with a lust that teeters on primal. Gods, how I’ve waited for this, to feel /him/ again, even if this one is only a body of /his/ thoughts.
/I feel your breath./
His lips ghost over mine, just as soft and yielding as I imagined they would be. His breath is warm and excited, short exhalations that lead to quiet moans and whispers of my name. He is all that I’ve wanted, all that I’ve waited for.
/I taste your skin./
His skin is a smooth as satin and supple as the soft leather garb he dons. He is pale and perfect beneath me as I (hopefully) had been beneath /him/. He is as perfect as a marble sculpture and just as hard. The tang of metal graces my tongue as I trail a wet path to his need.
/I hear your sigh./
My name falls from his full lips in a breathy sigh that shoots desire straight to my arousal. He is exquisite beneath the skill of my mouth, arching and writhing so elegantly under my touch. He shatters beautifully at his climax, my name broken syllables on his tongue as I taste him on my own.
/I can’t help but want you./
His hands quest down my body right to where I need him most. He parts his thighs, inviting me inside, and after sweet sanity-stealing preparation, I finally find him all around me.
We move as though we are made for one another, and in a way, we are. He fits me, compliments me, like some long missing part finally found. I find my euphoria within him, moaning his name even as I think another.
In the end, I find myself not quite alone, but not quite satisfied either. I can feel him still and maybe in another life, I’ll have him again.
/I want you always./
Summary: More on the five senses from a new POV.
Disclaimer: *sobs* I’ll never own any of it.
A/N: /word/ = emphasis
“C-Side”
Icy beauty. He’s untouched and untouchable, distant and dangerous, so like something I had once, long ago.
/I see your face./
He is breath-taking, caught between the softness of youth and the maturity of age. He’s soft angles and strong planes, no doubt pliant strength hiding beneath his clinging leather attire. He’s distracting with his silky hair and his knowing green eyes and the curve of his pouty lips.
/I smell your desire./
His scent reeks of want, hints of gun oil and honeysuckle clinging to his skin and hair teasingly. I can smell the Mako in him overlaid with a lust that teeters on primal. Gods, how I’ve waited for this, to feel /him/ again, even if this one is only a body of /his/ thoughts.
/I feel your breath./
His lips ghost over mine, just as soft and yielding as I imagined they would be. His breath is warm and excited, short exhalations that lead to quiet moans and whispers of my name. He is all that I’ve wanted, all that I’ve waited for.
/I taste your skin./
His skin is a smooth as satin and supple as the soft leather garb he dons. He is pale and perfect beneath me as I (hopefully) had been beneath /him/. He is as perfect as a marble sculpture and just as hard. The tang of metal graces my tongue as I trail a wet path to his need.
/I hear your sigh./
My name falls from his full lips in a breathy sigh that shoots desire straight to my arousal. He is exquisite beneath the skill of my mouth, arching and writhing so elegantly under my touch. He shatters beautifully at his climax, my name broken syllables on his tongue as I taste him on my own.
/I can’t help but want you./
His hands quest down my body right to where I need him most. He parts his thighs, inviting me inside, and after sweet sanity-stealing preparation, I finally find him all around me.
We move as though we are made for one another, and in a way, we are. He fits me, compliments me, like some long missing part finally found. I find my euphoria within him, moaning his name even as I think another.
In the end, I find myself not quite alone, but not quite satisfied either. I can feel him still and maybe in another life, I’ll have him again.
/I want you always./