Vincent X Cid Ficlet
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
913
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0
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Vincent X Cid Ficlet
* warning: contains typoes, possible gramer and is the product of a Whooperjr
There is something Vincent likes, in the way he lays idly on the bed. On his side as he reads a book his attention solely there. In nothing but his boxers, carefree to anything else. It is always fun breaking his concentration by simply closing the door little louder then usual, the pilot looking up with annoyance.
Click as the lock is used on the door.
Those sky blue eyes looking at him as if he was any other human, save there is affection too. So much the eyes he can drown in.
“ You’re back already... “
Vincent gives a faint smile, taking off his clothes without a hint of shyness, the smile that many find creepy but hardly seems to affect Cid. Drops his shirt ontop off the pilot who was trying to resume his book.
“ Vinny... will you stop that?! “
Reddish eyes look down as he takes the book away.
“ I think not.. “
Cid sitting up to better protest this is interrupted by a hungry kiss. How Vincent likes the smell and taste of Cid, esp now that he no longer smokes. Can taste the last cup of tea on his tongue. Vincent climbs ontop straddling the pilot as he looks down with eyes of a predator, licking his lips as if trying to decide what part of Cid he shall start eating first.
“ Damn, Vin, you hard enough?” followed by some chuckles.
Cid’s chuckle is quickly silenced with more kissing. Ex-Turk breaks away to explore every inch of his chest and stomach. Ravages and takes it all with a need he could not express in words nor does he try. How Cid moans when his cock is suckled and licked. Vincent likes the way Cid is when he needs him most.
Pilot is left panting and sweating. Needing Vincent even more then before but not without some preparation. His hand searching for something greasing and coming up with Vaseline.
“Whoa, Vin! We are GOING to use this, damn it! I walk fucked up enough without my ass bleeding.”
Vincent sighs but obeys the chief’s demand on this. It is indeed awkward having to explain to the children why uncle Cid can’t sit down. His patience is short, so he takes Cid as soon as he can. Pilot arches under him with the first rough thrust, despite the slicked anus.
“ Vinny.... Fuck... “
Vincent wants to kiss an apology but its soo damn good to feel Cid like this. His foul mouthed angel clings to him.
“ God I love you... “
Vincent suckles at ear them his lip before resuming his thrusts. Each thrust pressing deeper into the hot tight tunnel of flesh. Each thrust bringing forth moans and cries of Cid. as Vincent holds nothing back. Both are lost in the moment of hard fucking. Both bodies pressing hard against each other, clinging, rocking, thrusting without care. Also unaware of how loud they are.
For a moment Vincent feels: pure bliss, pure love, pureness. They both cry out in orgasm. Then it is silent, except for the panting.
Cid looks up at Vincent with such love and tired amusement, “ God I love it when you come back from the gun shop. “
There is something Vincent likes, in the way he lays idly on the bed. On his side as he reads a book his attention solely there. In nothing but his boxers, carefree to anything else. It is always fun breaking his concentration by simply closing the door little louder then usual, the pilot looking up with annoyance.
Click as the lock is used on the door.
Those sky blue eyes looking at him as if he was any other human, save there is affection too. So much the eyes he can drown in.
“ You’re back already... “
Vincent gives a faint smile, taking off his clothes without a hint of shyness, the smile that many find creepy but hardly seems to affect Cid. Drops his shirt ontop off the pilot who was trying to resume his book.
“ Vinny... will you stop that?! “
Reddish eyes look down as he takes the book away.
“ I think not.. “
Cid sitting up to better protest this is interrupted by a hungry kiss. How Vincent likes the smell and taste of Cid, esp now that he no longer smokes. Can taste the last cup of tea on his tongue. Vincent climbs ontop straddling the pilot as he looks down with eyes of a predator, licking his lips as if trying to decide what part of Cid he shall start eating first.
“ Damn, Vin, you hard enough?” followed by some chuckles.
Cid’s chuckle is quickly silenced with more kissing. Ex-Turk breaks away to explore every inch of his chest and stomach. Ravages and takes it all with a need he could not express in words nor does he try. How Cid moans when his cock is suckled and licked. Vincent likes the way Cid is when he needs him most.
Pilot is left panting and sweating. Needing Vincent even more then before but not without some preparation. His hand searching for something greasing and coming up with Vaseline.
“Whoa, Vin! We are GOING to use this, damn it! I walk fucked up enough without my ass bleeding.”
Vincent sighs but obeys the chief’s demand on this. It is indeed awkward having to explain to the children why uncle Cid can’t sit down. His patience is short, so he takes Cid as soon as he can. Pilot arches under him with the first rough thrust, despite the slicked anus.
“ Vinny.... Fuck... “
Vincent wants to kiss an apology but its soo damn good to feel Cid like this. His foul mouthed angel clings to him.
“ God I love you... “
Vincent suckles at ear them his lip before resuming his thrusts. Each thrust pressing deeper into the hot tight tunnel of flesh. Each thrust bringing forth moans and cries of Cid. as Vincent holds nothing back. Both are lost in the moment of hard fucking. Both bodies pressing hard against each other, clinging, rocking, thrusting without care. Also unaware of how loud they are.
For a moment Vincent feels: pure bliss, pure love, pureness. They both cry out in orgasm. Then it is silent, except for the panting.
Cid looks up at Vincent with such love and tired amusement, “ God I love it when you come back from the gun shop. “