Buster Sword
folder
Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
775
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
775
Reviews:
11
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.
Buster Sword
Disclaimer: I don’t own FFVII nor any of its characters/items/locations, it all belongs to the gods at SquareSoft/SquareEnix. I do however, own this here plot. Take it and I’ll sick my wookie after your stealin’ asses.
Comments: It’s late, I’m horny. Got inspired after finding an old comic and that’s partly where I got the idea for this. Also, I enjoy writing in present. It makes things seem much more desperate. My shortest story yet!
Warnings: NC-17, solo, weapon sex, PWP.
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Buster Sword
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Couldn’t move, couldn’t touch, couldn’t see, couldn’t beg. Whimpered as he felt cum slide down his inner thigh, thin pale legs spread and lower back lifted. Mewled around the gag in his mouth as he felt something slide into his young body and cried as it rubbed against his prostate, his tears soaking the blind fold that covered his bright baby blue eyes. Tried to turn over, shivered as he felt nails rake down his back and shrieked as he was fucked once again.
Sat up in bed, panting, trembling, his young body shaking. Desperate to touch, desperate to be touched. Glance’s around the empty room, feels his belly clench and his erection throb, gasps at the feel of the sheets across his bared form and shoves them off, fumbling as he tears his briefs off and felt the wetness slide down his cheeks, his body too hot. Panted as he searched for something, anything to help relieve the ache. Fumbled to turn on the light, the shinning of metal drawing his attention, leaving him breathless as he stares.
Long, hard, unyielding metal blade and a thick handle. He whimpered and shakily stood up, walking on hesitant feet over to the sword, biting his lower lip, holding back moans as he wrapped his hand around the handle, giving a firm jerk and falling backwards onto the floor, legs spread and gasped, his hips thrusting upwards.
Cloud shouldn’t, couldn’t, whimpered as he thought of the handle sliding into his body and crawled to his feet, crawling over the bed to grab the tube of lubricant that was kept under the pillow thus kept warm. Deep breaths, panting breath, can’t help but fumble off the bed and lays down beside the blade, popping open the lubricant to coat his fingers. Moan’s as his fingers slide inside and can’t help but whine because they can’t get in deep enough. Slicks his opening and turns to the sword, Zack’s sword. Almost blind with need, slippery gel covers the handle and he scoots closer, unable to drag the sword in his state.
The blonde shudders at the touch of cold against his puckered entrance and relaxes, easing himself down on the blades’ handle. Blue eyes going wide, unable to focus, gasping as it slides inside of him, hard, unmoving. Whimpers as he pushes himself all the way down to the hilt, cries out as his body clenches down, his cock throbbing as he lifts his hips before slamming back down, eyes squeezing shut, stars dancing behind his eyelids and keens as he finds his prostate. One, two, three thrusts and his back arches, eyes wide, gasping as he cums, white heat covering his stomach and chest, mewling as his body refuses to stop clenching the hard metal. Finally surrenders and falls limp to the floor, body shaking and mind far too hazy to understand.
Seconds, minuets, hours, time has no meaning to the blonde as he lays there, eyes closed, body still quaking in aftershock of coming without touching himself. Doesn’t hear the sound of the front door opening or that of it closing. Can’t comprehend beyond the fact that his body was numb, finally hears the sound of feet beside his head and opens his eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks, glances up at the owner of the sword and tries to sit up.
Cloud shivers as he weakly pushes at the handle inside of him, muscles clenching as it finally slides from his body and whimpers as fingers slide through his blonde hair, gently stroking his scalp. Too tired, too achy. Moans as he’s picked up in strong arms and doesn’t resist as he’s placed back on the bed, watches tiredly as Zack strips and crawls into bed with him, sighs softly as he’s dragged into strong arms and quickly falls asleep listening to the beat of his lovers heart.
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End.
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Comments: It’s late, I’m horny. Got inspired after finding an old comic and that’s partly where I got the idea for this. Also, I enjoy writing in present. It makes things seem much more desperate. My shortest story yet!
Warnings: NC-17, solo, weapon sex, PWP.
~~~
Buster Sword
~~~
Couldn’t move, couldn’t touch, couldn’t see, couldn’t beg. Whimpered as he felt cum slide down his inner thigh, thin pale legs spread and lower back lifted. Mewled around the gag in his mouth as he felt something slide into his young body and cried as it rubbed against his prostate, his tears soaking the blind fold that covered his bright baby blue eyes. Tried to turn over, shivered as he felt nails rake down his back and shrieked as he was fucked once again.
Sat up in bed, panting, trembling, his young body shaking. Desperate to touch, desperate to be touched. Glance’s around the empty room, feels his belly clench and his erection throb, gasps at the feel of the sheets across his bared form and shoves them off, fumbling as he tears his briefs off and felt the wetness slide down his cheeks, his body too hot. Panted as he searched for something, anything to help relieve the ache. Fumbled to turn on the light, the shinning of metal drawing his attention, leaving him breathless as he stares.
Long, hard, unyielding metal blade and a thick handle. He whimpered and shakily stood up, walking on hesitant feet over to the sword, biting his lower lip, holding back moans as he wrapped his hand around the handle, giving a firm jerk and falling backwards onto the floor, legs spread and gasped, his hips thrusting upwards.
Cloud shouldn’t, couldn’t, whimpered as he thought of the handle sliding into his body and crawled to his feet, crawling over the bed to grab the tube of lubricant that was kept under the pillow thus kept warm. Deep breaths, panting breath, can’t help but fumble off the bed and lays down beside the blade, popping open the lubricant to coat his fingers. Moan’s as his fingers slide inside and can’t help but whine because they can’t get in deep enough. Slicks his opening and turns to the sword, Zack’s sword. Almost blind with need, slippery gel covers the handle and he scoots closer, unable to drag the sword in his state.
The blonde shudders at the touch of cold against his puckered entrance and relaxes, easing himself down on the blades’ handle. Blue eyes going wide, unable to focus, gasping as it slides inside of him, hard, unmoving. Whimpers as he pushes himself all the way down to the hilt, cries out as his body clenches down, his cock throbbing as he lifts his hips before slamming back down, eyes squeezing shut, stars dancing behind his eyelids and keens as he finds his prostate. One, two, three thrusts and his back arches, eyes wide, gasping as he cums, white heat covering his stomach and chest, mewling as his body refuses to stop clenching the hard metal. Finally surrenders and falls limp to the floor, body shaking and mind far too hazy to understand.
Seconds, minuets, hours, time has no meaning to the blonde as he lays there, eyes closed, body still quaking in aftershock of coming without touching himself. Doesn’t hear the sound of the front door opening or that of it closing. Can’t comprehend beyond the fact that his body was numb, finally hears the sound of feet beside his head and opens his eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks, glances up at the owner of the sword and tries to sit up.
Cloud shivers as he weakly pushes at the handle inside of him, muscles clenching as it finally slides from his body and whimpers as fingers slide through his blonde hair, gently stroking his scalp. Too tired, too achy. Moans as he’s picked up in strong arms and doesn’t resist as he’s placed back on the bed, watches tiredly as Zack strips and crawls into bed with him, sighs softly as he’s dragged into strong arms and quickly falls asleep listening to the beat of his lovers heart.
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End.
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