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A Lazy Ocean Hugs the Shore	By : Kassi Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Don’t go,” Cloud said to Tifa, who hovered near the door she’d shut behind her. She looked uncertain, but at his urging moved to lean against the wall.
Cloud, anxious heart reassured, returned his full unbridled attention to the bald dark-skinned man licking his neck and fisting his sleeveless sweater. It felt less overwhelming to make out with a former enemy with one of his oldest and dearest allies at hand.
Since the moment the Gongagan song ‘Frog Prince’ had come on the radio Cloud felt entranced by memory. His head spun from more than just plentiful booze to which he was unaccustomed.
Cloud had forgotten how richly he responded to a partner taller than himself. Years had passed since he’d been so much as touched or glanced at by someone beyond his height. Rude was built like a brick house, as Cloud’s tentative fingers inside that suit jacket confirmed.
Pecs. Shoulders. Firmness. Mastery. Cloud’s saliva poured over Rude’s eager, probing tongue in his mouth. Periodically he peeked at those intense eyes watching his reactions, which sent shivers down Cloud’s spine. He’d never seen Rude sans glasses before. Without armor; raw.
Cloud realized that at some point Rude had also doffed his gloves. Strong smooth hot hands peeled off his clothes. Rude’s heartfelt confession kept echoing to Cloud. Those rare words stirred the taut area between Cloud’s legs, building up his erection.
Cloud recalled when he was young, the first time a man had touched him, those passionate pants in his ear. The strength in his friend’s hands as they pulled Cloud’s hips close. A touch he missed some cold nights to the point of agony.
Cloud grabbed for Rude’s tie, yanking, and then underneath it, buttons flew. Beneath that—oh, all the strength and musculature for which Cloud had been hoping. Cloud disengaged himself from Rude’s addictive yet stubbly mouth to peer at what he’d uncovered.
Rude didn’t disappoint, to say the least. Smooth and bare as his head, contoured with every muscle, a taut chest presented itself for Cloud’s inspection. Rude heaved with passionate breaths Cloud felt astounded he’d inspired. He ditched his own gloves in such a panicked hurry Rude chuckled.
The Turk’s noise turned into a groan as Cloud dragged fingertips across bare flesh, teased at those proud dark nipples. Cloud glanced up at Rude’s drawn expression. Rude grasped the back of Cloud’s head and kissed him again.
Scraping goatee hairs thrilled Cloud immensely. He felt the kiss all the way out to his fingertips as he forced Rude’s jacket and shirt off with a slithering flop. Now the Turk wore his tie, pants, shoes. Cloud wrapped the tie around his fist and tugged hard, forcing the taller man’s lips tighter to his own.
Rude pulled his mouth away and buried his head in Cloud’s neck. Over that sweat-slick scalp Cloud spotted Tifa, reclining against the wall, brows drawn sweetly together as she gazed on.
It made the whole experience even hotter. Cloud grabbed for Rude’s ass like an eager teenager. Rude snickered, his noise humming against Cloud’s throat.
Cloud, though he’d initiated, had no intention of running the show. He knew only one way to say this to a man of few words: he swiveled Rude around and dropped down on the bed, pulling the Turk on top of him. His eyes opened to check Rude’s expression.
He grinned at the older man’s shock and feasted on Rude’s goatee, waiting for the hint to be taken. Fortunately Rude caught on fast and began stripping Cloud excitedly.
Cloud moaned and arched into a dominant touch he’d longed for longer than he cared to admit. He discovered to his chagrin as Rude was taking off his pants that he’d inadvertently hooked his ankles around Rude’s.
Just… please… Cloud thought, uncoiling enough to let undressing happen more expediently. Rude’s hand brushed over his erection inside his boxers.
“Khhhhh…” Cloud gasped. His blonde head pushed into the pillow as Rude’s fingers returned, teasing, outside that oh-so-thin fabric. Cloud focused his attention on the eager lover kneeling half-dressed over him and that fantastic rack of abdominal muscles.
It felt incredible to slide fingers through sweat over smooth skin, heaving with Rude’s every breath. As controlled and laid-back as the man had seemed in all else, he appeared to be teetering on the verge of losing it for Cloud. Even underneath him, waiting for his every caress, Cloud had power over this stoic man.
With one hand Cloud pried at the man’s pants fastenings, the other impatiently feeling for a preview of erect penis and his balls. Rude chuckled softly. Cloud knew his own eyes reflected the pleading he felt inside.
Rude released Cloud and rose up to take off pants and shoes while Cloud watched. The barefisted fighter casually showed off agility and strength as he arched, muscles moving under tea-colored skin. For a moment Cloud admired with an ache in his groin and almost forgot he was allowed to touch.
Rude dropped down with heart-wrenching speed onto strong hands planted on either side of Cloud’s shoulders. The bed bounced under them. Rude leaned down to kiss. Cloud gratefully accepted.
Toffee-colored lips dragged down his neck. Cloud arched. Rude navigated down Cloud’s gasping chest, inch by aching inch. Fingers dragged at Cloud’s boxers. His hips lifted without prompting. Down and off. Gooseflesh broke out all over his pale skin. Rude’s hands and mouth slid back up Cloud’s legs with a soft, “hmmm…”
“Hrgh…” Cloud groaned in response.
Contact. Fingertips on his ballsack, a tongue-tip on the head of his cock. Cloud shuddered. He craned his neck to look down at that smooth head bent over him. The flat of Rude’s tongue swirled around the head of his penis.
“Unhh…” Cloud gasped, head dropping, hands balling to fists in the pale dusty quilt beneath him. His balls nestled easily in a strong wide fighter’s palm, fingertips pressing behind them and sending Cloud to heaven as lips slid down his shaft. And pulling back up. Such suction. Cloud bucked inadvertently.
Rude pulled off with a sticky pop and another chuckle. Cloud curled up on himself toward the man kneeling before him, grabbed Rude’s shoulder, forced a fresh kiss. He hadn’t even realized he’d leaked precum until he tasted saltiness on the Turk’s tongue.
Cloud whimpered. Rude’s hands slid under Cloud’s back. Cloud gratefully allowed himself to be pressed into the bed by Rude’s weight, penis squeezed between their taut hips. Rude’s erection against Cloud’s thigh peeked out of black boxers.
Cloud stilled, shocked, twisting to look down at the foreign feeling at the head of Rude’s dick. The man helpfully lifted enough so Cloud could see. The younger man gaped. A thick ring of silver metal protruding out of Rude’s urethra and underside of his head, each end capped in a little metal ball.
Eager hands shot down unbidden to explore this unexpected thing. As he fingered the piercing, Rude shuddered. Cloud glanced up at the man’s glazed eyes. A bolt of pleasure seared down Cloud’s spine into his groin as he wondered what that hardware would feel like stuffed up inside him. Rude nudged his mouth into Cloud’s.
Cloud slid eager fingers up and around the older man’s back, inside underwear to grab hold of that chiseled ass. Rude rolled his hips into Cloud’s, aligning their dicks inadvertently.
“Rrr!” Cloud growled, in a little discomfort and a whole lot of pleasure.
Rude nipped at Cloud’s neck before peeling off him once more. Cloud propped up on his elbows to watch, as Rude knelt on the floor and fished through his clothing. Nearly naked, he looked like the pinnacle of masculine form. His deltoids shifted and slid under Cloud’s hungry gaze.
Rude rose to his full height as he turned, smiling. His eyes dragged over the reclining Cloud. Cloud leaned back, pleased with the way he was being ogled by a man holding a condom in one hand and a bright blue tube of lubricant in the other, that cock piercing shining in moonlight through the curtains.
Just for a moment, Cloud felt like a shooting star, in anticipation of what loomed over him. He pushed his hands behind his head, elbows spread wide, grinning at Rude. Rude bent a knee. The bed shifted under his weight. Cloud couldn’t help reaching for the body leaning down to eclipse his.
He snatched the condom from Rude’s fingers, clamped it in his teeth and tore the package, eyes never leaving Rude’s hypnotic brown gaze. Cloud, grin still pouring out of one corner of his mouth, took the latex sheath in hand and reached down to grasp Rude’s cock beneath those boxers. Rude’s eyebrow arched higher as Cloud carefully unrolled the condom over that piercing and down his shaft, adding a grasp and tug.
Rude shed his boxers with a ragged gasp that thrilled Cloud to no end. Cloud tucked his knees up to his chest, narrowing his eyes at Rude. The Turk crouched down and Cloud heard the snap of a cap. Cool slippery wetness touched his asshole moments later. Cloud shut his eyes, curling arms around his knees, enjoying the moment.
Rude didn’t disappoint. In fact Cloud felt surprised how long the man spent easing goo up into him, one teasing finger at a time. Cloud wiggled his ass at Rude to get on with it. The Turk would not be rushed.
Cloud sighed through his nose, nearly a whine of frustrated anticipation. Undeterred, Rude gently insinuated only two fingers, an inch at a time, up into Cloud’s anus.
“Hnngh,” Cloud insisted pointedly.
Rude said nothing. A thumb, which Cloud thought would join those fingers, pushed against the sensitive flesh between balls and anus. A moist tongue slurped its way up Cloud’s dick.
Cloud writhed with an expressive groan as Rude wiggled his fingers. A third finger joined, and suddenly Rude seemed hell-bent on locating Cloud’s prostate.
“OH!” Cloud arched off the bed.
Infuriatingly, Rude took this cue to remove his hand.
“Uh… hey…” said Cloud, head spinning, starting to open his eyes. A mouth smashed over his. Rude’s body compressed his into the bed. He felt a slick presence probing his anus and quivered. Rude kissed until Cloud was still.
With the sweetness of an anticipated letter being opened, the head of Rude’s prick eased into Cloud’s ass. A moment of apprehension passed as that unyielding metal ring popped into Cloud’s sphincter with no discomfort. Rude’s tongue licked the inside of Cloud’s mouth as the blonde relaxed into sensation and intensity. At first Cloud panicked—Has it been too long? Have I forgotten how to let go?—and then it seemed easy as hefting the Buster Sword.
You never forget.
“Mnnnn…” Cloud groaned as Rude penetrated him by inches. Without a word the Turk knew just how slow to go, to drive Cloud out of his mind and into fits of ecstasy.
Cloud managed to peel his eyes open and saw those bare ones staring with intense curiosity into his own. Without his shades Rude looked so vulnerable and alive.
Rude sighed, apparently at Cloud’s gaze, and leaned deeper in. He reached down to uncurl Cloud’s knees and push blonde-haired shins up onto those broad dark shoulders. Cloud gasped a ragged breath at this new depth of penetration.
Rude kept leaning down until his lips met Cloud’s again. A lifetime seemed to have passed since that first impulsive kiss. Cloud felt utterly filled by Rude’s cock and that was just peachy by him.
Cloud felt seized by a desire to insinuate his hips up toward Rude’s, but knew that patience would reward him if he just let go even more. Rude didn’t disappoint. Rude rocked over Cloud, easing his prick out a little, then deeper in. Cloud groaned. Rude did as well.
Oh, Holy, yes, Cloud thought, hoping to hear the man’s silence crack even more.
Like a tide Rude pulled back and poured into Cloud. Cloud bit his own lip watching the Turk’s eyebrows pinch together. Rude’s breath stuttered through his nose. It was as good as a mile of ‘yes’es from someone verbose. Cloud humped up at him. Rude thrust in.
Waves of pleasure blossomed up through Cloud, made his penis twitch between them. The intense pressure of that large dick in his ass drew a wince from him, at which Rude stilled and leaned down to kiss Cloud again. Cloud felt delicious, patient throbbing inside him as they kissed. He relaxed further, adjusting to a cock being inside him again after so long. The added feeling of the piercing was the cherry on top.
Rude didn’t seem to mind Cloud’s fingers digging into his back, or playful teeth pulling Rude’s lower lip in. After a few moments of this Rude gave a gentle thrust of his cock into Cloud’s hot ass.
“MMMMmmm!” Cloud groaned, nails scratching across Rude’s shoulderblades. Much better!
The Turk hissed in pleasure. Cloud glanced up at him and rolled his hips to try to elicit more sensual groans from the man. They developed a languid rhythm of give and take, thrusting, gripping.
Rude let loose with a very satisfying drawn-out: “HNNNNNGGHHhhhhhhhhh…”
After only a few more thrusts, white-hot friction in Cloud’s ass, Rude pulled up and sat back on his heels, his prick popping out of Cloud. Rude reached for the lube again. Large skilled hands palmed clear goo all over that sweet sheathed cock.
He set the tube aside and reached down with his other hand to grab Cloud’s wrist and tug. Cloud sat up, interested. He grinned as Rude pulled him into a warm waiting lap and seated himself on strong folded legs.
Rude’s fist curled around Cloud’s cock, fingers tightening and releasing in sequence all up and down his length. Being inside that fist that had once smashed across his jaw in combat thrilled Cloud.
Cloud tilted his head and sucked Rude’s ring-laden earlobe between his lips. His tongue-tip teased through all that metal, taste mingled with sweat. Rude’s head was delightfully slick as well under Cloud’s hands, a thrill he’d not really expected. His prick twitched in Rude’s grip. His teeth closed gently on Rude’s neck.
The older man clasped Cloud’s hips and urged them up. Cloud complied, eager to feel that pierced cock in his ass again. Their limbs tangled as they maneuvered their panting sweaty bodies around, Cloud braced on Rude’s strong chest, Rude’s hand down under his ass to probe with a couple of fingers before lining up that cock again.
Cloud sank down, slow, grateful. His eyes rolled up in his head. The new angle of penetration thrilled him with intensity. Rude groaned expressively.
Cloud’s hips curled in, setting the pace this time. Rude heaved strongly up into his ass every now and again but it was up to Cloud to ride the Turk. As controlled as Cloud thought he was, when Rude started moaning into Cloud’s neck, when that hand snaked between them again to grasp Cloud’s dick, the younger man lost it. He slammed his ass down on Rude’s cock, rocking, gasping, desperate.
“OHHH…!” Rude gasped urgently, digging fingers into Cloud’s back hard enough to bruise and clenching his fist around Cloud’s cock.
“Hnnghh… UNHHH! OHHH!” Cloud grunted, body snapping taut, pleasurable agony rocketing through lower half. Rude lifted his hips as Cloud spurted in his hands. He rammed frantically up into Cloud. That cock piercing struck at Cloud’s prostate and elicited a scream of ecstasy from the blonde.
“RRRRRRRR!” Rude snarled. He stuttered gasps as his prick twitched in Cloud’s ass. Cloud rode the aftershocks, arms twined around Rude. Rude released his cock and curled Cloud into an embrace to steady both men as they caught their breath.
Cloud felt lightheaded, going limp, listing to the side. Rude eased Cloud down on the bed and pulled his cock slowly out. He gripped the base of the condom to keep it on until he was clear.
Cloud lay sprawled. He felt slightly uncomfortable from his position but too blissed-out to care. Rude’s body unfolded down next to his. Cloud’s half-opened eyes roved to watch Rude remove the condom. Tifa moved into view, holding out her gloved hand for it. Cloud felt mild shock and surprise, having forgotten she was there. His eyes opened the rest of the way and saw her shiny-eyed grin in dim light. She handed Rude a towel.
He smiled lazily up at her as the Turk cleaned both men up. Tifa leaned across Rude’s naked form and planted a gentle kiss on Cloud’s forehead. As she pulled away Rude slid an arm under Cloud’s back and tugged him close. Cloud settled his head on Rude’s shoulder. He heard Tifa’s bootfalls cross the room, the squeak of the door opening and click of it shutting.
Rude’s fingers ruffled through Cloud’s hair. Cloud shivered with a smile, relaxing into that sweaty warm embrace. Tension he’d felt for so long it had become indistinguishable from other parts of him had gone missing. Sleep was inevitable, and Cloud didn’t resist. He sank into dark skin, smell of sex, a tide of Rude’s breath, tickle of his fingers.
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