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Losing at Cards	By : QueenDraggyofSwords Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles Views: 904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Losing at Cards
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Losing at Cards

Every day along the Costa Fugita shore line the sun blazed and the winds blew. The southern coast of the Kingdom of Alfitaria was a tropical paradise, never touched by winter's kiss, and while the occasional bad storm blew through, they never lasted long. The sandy beaches and land of endless sun was home to the Selkie tribe and their attire reflected their seaside home's never ending summer.
Anyone visiting the area would be hard pressed to find a Selkie dressed in anything short of beachwear, short sleeves, short skirts and sandals. It was true there were a few individuals that dressed a bit more modestly, if you could call dresses with gaps down the sides and splits up to one's hip modest, but their clothing was still light and breezy.
And seductive.
Surly what Selkies were known for the most, aside from their constant thieving, was their alluring nature and appearance. There wasn't a man, or woman, alive that could deny that the tribe wasn't beautiful. Their appearance was striking, even without the revealing clothing.
He knew first hand a Selkie could be striking in looks even if they did not fit the traditional mold. He couldn't even imagine the Selkie he was thinking of now wearing anything other than the long shorts, shirt and armor he sported. Covered from head to toe, day in and day out, if it wasn't for his handsome face and tell-tale smile, he could perhaps pass for a long haired Clavat.
However the girl was a different story. Belle fit the idea of a Selkie perfectly. He was convinced that out of her entire closet not a solid ten yards of fabric existed. Dressed in her shorts and bikini top she was the model of a Selkie woman. Alluring, beautiful, cunning, and thieving. And aggravating.
"Let's go into this shop next." The brown haired Selkie turned to him. They had been walking up and down the plank wood sidewalks of the Costa Fugita resort shore line for hours. It was supposed to be the Clavat's day off from work from the Guild and the Kingdom, and somewhere in his plans to rest, he had been convinced to go shopping with the female Selkie.
Shopping for clothes of all things. The thing that Selkies arguably owned the 'least' of.
"Belle, you have dragged me through that shop before." The Clavat spoke up. He huffed and did his best to blow some of his blond locks out of his eyes as they strayed. He would have used his hands, but they were laden down with bags. "I'd like to go back to the ship and sleep, like I planned to."
"Come on, Layle," She reached out and grabbed the neck of his yellow shirt, "This is the last stop, I swear." She pulled him inside against his will. He wasn't sure if they had actually been in the store before or not. They all looked the same to him. Selling the same clothing, the same styles, the same nick-nacks and goods. They were all just tourist traps, shops set up along the hotels to snag the gil of visiting Clavat's and Lilties. But the Selkies did shop here as well. "You promised to help me today."
"A promise I said would only last a few hours…"
"Well it's only been four-"
"That's more than a few," the Crystal Bearer sighed at her. "Last stop, right?"
"Right!" Belle let go of his shirt and started to walk around. He watched her inspect the racks of clothing, smiling as she picked up outfits and put them back down. Inside the shop there were no other patrons. Just the girl watching the little store at the counter.
"What am I even here for? Just to hold your bags?"
"I need your help, I told you that."
"But with what?"
The girl raised her brown eyes to him and smirked, "I'm shopping for a friend. And- in a way I do need your opinion on the outfit I decide for them."
Layle raised the bags aggravated, "You mean all of this isn't for them!?"
"No," she looked back down at the rack and pulled out a ruffled skirt with a split in the side, "All of that's mine." The Selkie didn't raise her head as he grumbled. But he knew she heard him, she laughed. "I'm looking for something very special… And I need your opinion on it."
The Clavat rolled his eyes, "Fine, buy that. It looks great. Now let's go."
"You don't even know who it's for…" She looked up exasperated with his desire to leave.
"I'm sure that whoever it's for, she'll love it."
Belle's lips curved up into a wiry smile, "It's for Keiss."
Layle opened his mouth ready to respond to her but fell short of actual words. The garbled excuse for dialogue that came out of his mouth made Belle laugh. The Clavat looked down at the rack she was inspecting and then around the shop before looking back at her. "This- this is a woman's clothing store, you know that right?"
"I do~" She cooed the words as she pulled another skirt off the rack. "It has to be a woman's outfit. That's the price he has to pay."
"…Price?" Belle walked over to Layle nodding.
"Two days ago, while you were out bumming around in the desert-"
"-I was clearing out Marlboros for the farmers-"
"Like I said, bumming around in the desert, Keiss and I played a game of cards. We got down to the end and well, we bet quite a bit a money. And I admit, we both bet more than we should have-"
"So what he refused to pay you? He's got the entirety of the Guild's funds to pay you!"
"You know, even for you that an irresponsible suggestion." The Selkie maiden walked around behind him and held up the skirt to his waist. Layle looked over his shoulder at her confused. "So, we made another bet. That rather than money, I get to publicly embarrass him by the method of my choosing. Do you think this will fit a guy…?"
Layle looked forward again shaking his head, "He is so cheap… He'd rather let you do this than just pay up?" He turned around and she lifted her head. "How much was it?"
"Ninety thousand gil."
"…" Layle pressed his lips together and shook his head. What a ridiculous thing for Keiss to do. He must have been drinking the night away, but he always drinks. He must have been overly confident. So much money, if Vaigali was alive he'd smack him across the jaw. There was no way Keiss was going to pay or wear any outfit Belle brought before him.
However, "…I've never seen Keiss wear anything remotely revealing…" He muttered to himself.
"What?" Belle tilted her head.
Layle dropped the bags and grabbed the skirt from her. "Not that one. It won't fit. The waist is too small…" Layle looked over his shoulder, "Don't they have bigger sizes?"
"You're suddenly very enthusiastic about this," the woman crossed her arms smirking.
"Look, you're never going to get Keiss into this outfit without help, so…"
"So, the look on your face says 'ulterior motive'," She tilted her head the other way still smirking. "You two just can't pass up a chance to torture each other. What kind of sick relationship do you have?"
"The best kind," the Clavat's face lit up when he spotted a size sign across the shop for larger sizes. "This way." Layle grabbed Belle's arm and pulled her across the store. Belle couldn't help but giggle a bit as Layle started to help her pick through the racks. Why hadn't she told him what this was about earlier?
"What about this one?"
"That one's too long, it needs to be short, like this one." Layle held up another pleated skirt. It was cut an angle with a split up the shirt side.
"Yuck on the color though- here it is in red!" She pulled it out and hung onto it. "We need a top-"
Layle pointed to the wall next to them. "Over there," He pushed Belle forward. It was true, he was taking an odd sense of enjoyment out of this. But then again he couldn't remember the last time Keiss got what he felt he deserved. The Selkie Guild Master was always pulling something over on him, or convincing him to participate in something he didn't want to. The idea of embarrassing Keiss, the idea of dressing him up in something seductive and revealing, the idea of deflating his ego if only for a short moment was, to say the least, exciting.
He'd have to make sure Belle took pictures so he could hold it over his partner's head forever and ever.
It was another thirty minutes of rummaging around the store to find everything Belle felt would make the perfect outfit for Keiss. A red skirt, a white and blue sleeveless striped shirt, a bright red bandana that fit like an elaborate bow on the side of one's head, a second yellow one to tie around his neck, white knee high tights, and a few accessories. Layle piled it all up on the counter for the shop keeper to ring up. To him it was perfect, but as the woman was totaling up the purchase Belle seemed uncertain.
"How can you be worried?"
"…I just am."
"It's your idea isn't it? And it all looks great…" The brunette still didn't say anything. "Come on, if you're worried he's going to back out, I'll make sure he does it."
"It's not that. It's just, are you sure it will fit?"
Layle twisted his lips for a moment and nodded, "I'm positive. I think I've seen Keiss enough to know his proportions by now."
"I just wish there was a way we could check it."
"You know there are fitting rooms…" The woman behind the counter glanced over to the back wall of the shop. "You can try on your outfit in there before you buy it miss."
"Well that's great and all," Layle started talking, "But the outfit isn't for-"
"-That is a great idea!" Belle cut him off and scooped up the clothes. "Come on, Layle!" She walked past the confused Clavat and beckoned for him to follow. He did so, though he didn't understand why they were going to the fitting rooms.
Belle walked along the back wall checking the stalls, they were all empty, but they were the only ones in the shop. There was one stall that was locked however, with a sign on it warning of a broken door. Belle picked the stall next to it and pushed it open. "Okay, get in there."
"…What?"
"Get into the stall and try this stuff on."
"…Are you fucking nuts?" He shook his head at her with a slight sarcastic smirk. "Why would I do that?"
"Layle! I need to know if this stuff fits a guy or not. You know Keiss is only going to give me one shot at this. Even with your help. I have to know!"
"Can't you just take my word for it!"
"Layle!" She stomped her foot, "Are you helping me or not? I thought you wanted this as much as I do?"
"I-I do! But I- I don't want-" The Clavat started to back up shaking his head. There was no way he was going to do this. This was to embarrass Keiss, not him.
"Ugh," Belle rolled her eyes and dropped the clothing on the little bench within the stall. She reached out and grabbed Layle's arm to pull him forward and into the changing room with her. "Come on!" As soon as he was through the door she let go of him. Layle started to turn to leave but was once again grabbed by the back of his shirt. "Stay!"
Belle slid around him and grabbed the door knob, "Just try the stuff on and tell me if it fits you or not! If it does, then it should fit Keiss!"
"Come on, is this really needed!?" She responded to him by slamming the door. Layle stared at it in aggravation before reaching forward and trying the door knob. He felt resistance form the other side. "Belle! Belle, open the door!"
"Did you try it on?"
"Yes!" He pulled back against the door again, but the Selkie girl on the other side held onto the knob. "It fits great now let me out!"
"Layle, stop being a jerk and just do it!"
He let go of the door and stumbled back a bit. The Clavat let his back rest against the full body mirror mounted on the wall. He glanced down at the clothes and then at the door. He fought with himself for a good five minutes before picking up the shirt and eyeing it. "…It's just for a moment…" He sighed, "And then it will be on Keiss… And then it will be on Keiss…"
Reluctantly he took off his yellow shirt and replaced it with the stripped one. It did fit, if just barely. Like all Selkie clothing it was clingy. And it was a bit too short in length. Layle pulled at the bottom of it frowning. "Guess Keiss is going to have to show off his stomach too."
He stared at the rest of the clothes, mainly the skirt, before shaking his head and grabbing the two scarves. He unfurled them and tied the long yellow one over his shoulders and around his neck. The two ends of it hung just over his left shoulder. The red one he pulled up and over his head and tied so that the ends stuck up over the right side of his head. It allowed just his blond bangs to stick out from the front and sides.
Layle took a deep breath and banged his head against the mirror.
"…What are you doing in there? What's taking so long?" Belle asked annoyed.
"Be quiet, do you want me to do this or not?" The brunette didn't respond.
He turned back around and grabbed the leggings. He tossed his own shorts to the side and pulled them on. It actually slightly surprised him how tight they were. Maybe he should tell Belle to get them in a different size. Layle sat down on the little bench and glanced at what was left. The skirt and the few accessories the Selkie had picked out. He picked up the glittery jewelry, anything to save the skirt for last and slid it over his wrist. It just barely fit.
"…Okay your right, some of this stuff is cutting it close. I guess we could get different sizes."
"See!" Belle answered in her typical know-it-all voice. "What about the skirt? How was that?"
"…" Layle took a deep breath, "I'll tell you in a second." The Clavat picked it up and pressed his lips together. Just one more. Just one more and he could get out of here. He picked up the skirt and slowly slid it on. Out of everything they had picked out, it was the one thing that fit like a glove. It came with a cord that tied at the side allowing him to adjust it at will. He took a step back and looked in the mirror with a frown on his face and his arms held up. "I knew I could pick out Keiss' waist on a glance."
The door suddenly swung open, "So it fits then!" Belle stuck her head in and Layle jumped. "Ohh! It looks great!"
"What is wrong with you!" The Clavat moved back so he was out of the door way, "Shut the door!"
"Hmmmn…" Belle didn't close the door, but she did walk into the dressing room looking him over. "But the shirt's too short- oh! And we forgot shoes!"
"Belle! The! Door!" Layle put a hand up to his face and looked away. There may have been no one in the shop, but he wasn't going to risk anyone that could recognize him seeing him.
"Stay here, I'm going to go look at the shoes!"
"Fine whatever!" Layle didn't turn his head back to her until he heard the door close. The Clavat let out an aggravate sigh. "At least I can get out of this ridiculous outfit now…" Layle sat back down on the bench and reached for his clothes.
They weren't there.
His eyes stared at the empty spot where his yellow shirt and brown cargo shorts were supposed to be, and they weren't there. He ran his hand over the bench as if expecting them to suddenly pop into place. Layle got up from the bench and looked under it.
Still nothing.
He stood up and turned around inspecting the floor. He then looked behind the door, maybe he hung them up on the hook? But they weren't there either. Where could they have gone? Where could they have gone within this tiny little room? He hadn't done anything with them, or gone anywhere. There was no one to take them! No one except-
"Belle." The Clavat clenched his hands into fist and glared at the door. "That, thieving, underhanded, good for nothing- When I get my hands on her!" He grabbed the door knob and was ready to open it, but then stopped. He couldn't go out like this. Layle let go of the door knob. He couldn't go anywhere. He was trapped! "Why?" He looked at the door as if expecting it to answer, "Why would she do this? Was this some elaborate scheme just to take my wallet again? Dammit! Dammit!" He kicked at the door angrily.
It shook for a moment and then the door knob turned.
Layle held his breath as he watched it jiggle. The Clavat reached up and with his magic pushed back. He created a gravity field that held the door shut and shouted. "It's occupied!"
The handle stopped shaking and he breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly lowered his hand and sat back down. When he thought of a way out of this and caught up to Belle she was dead. He lowered his head and sighed just as the door knob turned again.
This time the door swung open quickly, just as when Belle had startled him the first time. He was ready to chastise the girl over whatever prank she was pulling or thought she was pulling, but his heart stopped when he looked up at the door way.
There was a Selkie there, one that he knew, but not the busty brunette that had dragged him into the store. Oh how he wished it had been her. Instead he was met with red eyes, long red hair covered by a blue bandana and a self-satisfying smirk he had come to learn meant he was in for something he wasn't going to like.
"K-keiss!" Layle jumped up from his seat on the bench. "W-what- what are you doing here!?" The red head continued to smirk as he entered the little dressing room and shut the door. He eyed his partner, looking him over from head to toe. The look in his eyes made Layle tense. He took a step back and spoke up again, "Keiss… Why are you here?"
"I can't believe she did it," He took a step forward and reached out for the Clavat. "She really did it."
"D-did what?" Layle held up his hands like he was going to push Keiss away.
"Got you in that outfit. I really thought she'd fail-"
"The outfit!" Layle looked down at himself and then up at the Selkie. He was now directly in front of him, it was only a few steps for him to close the gap. "This outfit is for you!"
"I know," Layle felt one of Keiss' hand's grab his lower back and pull him forward so he could whisper into his ear, "And you look so cute in it."
"C-cute!" Layle put his hands on the red head's chest and pushed back slightly, "You! You're always pulling stupid shit like this! I should have known! I should have just stayed home today! You, dragging Belle into your schemes you good for nothing lousy-"
His shouting was interrupted by a knock at the door, the shopkeeper's voice spoke up, "Is everything alight in there?"
Keiss looked at Layle and raised an eyebrow. He smiled slightly, silently daring him to shout again, "Everything is fine… Just trouble with a zipper…" Keiss waited a moment before speaking again in a hushed voice. "You'd better not shout; you'll get us thrown out of here."
"Thrown out- but Belle has my stuff!"
Keiss lifted his free hand and put his finger to Layle's lips, "I know. So, you have to be quiet…" He tightened his embrace on the blond, "Which is a shame. After all, my favorite thing is hearing you scream my name."
Layle turned his head away from the hand grumbling under his breath about how unfair his partner was to him and how unreasonable he was with his quirks and schemes. Though he was obviously agitated, that did not stop the Selkie from continuing to enjoy himself. Keiss pressed his lips to the Clavat's ear and teasingly kissed him. At the same time he lowered his hands down past the hem of the pleated skirt and gently ran his hands up the sides of his partner's legs.
"Come on now," he continued to speak in a hushed tone against Layle's ear. "We're here; you may as well enjoy it."
"I refuse," the Clavat continued to keep his head turned away from him, "To enjoy this. It's ridiculous. I put up with too much from you as it is."
Keiss chuckled still and let his hands slide back around, behind his partner. He spread his fingers before squeezing down on his buttocks and pulling him closer, firmly pressing the lower halves of their bodies together. "Fine then don't enjoy it. Because you know I like when you hate it too… It's a shame she couldn't think of a reason to get you to change your underwear too…"
Layle finally turned back towards him, now he was pushing hard against the Selkie's chest to pull their bodies apart. "For once, can you just stop and listen to me!"
"No." The Guild Master answered flatly. He kept a grip on his partner's behind and continued to grin mischievously at him. The next time Layle tried to speak his words were cut off by the red head's lips and tongue invading his mouth. He let out another protest that was muffled out as his tongue pushed back against Keiss' trying to force it out. He tried to pull his head back to free himself, and Keiss tilted his own forward, making sure to keep his own lips firmly sealed around the Crystal Bearer's.
Layle's hands reached up to try and pull his head back by grabbing at the other's long red locks, but as he jerked Keiss' head back he felt the Guild Master's teeth sink into his lower lip. He stopped pulling and yelped in surprise. Keiss did not let go of his lip however. In fact he bit down harder; making sure his teeth broke through his skin, causing blood to bead up inside his mouth.
Keiss then released his teeth from the Clavat's lower lip, only to take it back in between his two lips and suck on the blood, letting the iron taste wash over his tongue. He felt Layle's fingers tangle up in his hair; he wasn't sure if the Clavat was going to pull him back again or hold him there. He finally let go of his lip and ran his tongue along the top of his lips. He studied Layle's expression, a mixture of aggravation and expectation, with his cheeks turning just slightly red.
The Guild Master slid his hand back down the backside of the Clavat's right thigh and pulled his leg upward. He leaned forward into the gap between his partner's legs, letting the erection trapped beneath his clothing grind against the Clavat. "You love it, Layle." He said with a satisfying smirk.
His partner didn't respond. He just twisted his lips in dissatisfaction as if to say that was a lie.
But the sour look on his face didn't deter Keiss. Layle's bitter and indifferent expressions only made him want to push the Clavat further. He leaned forward and seized his lips again, in the same sudden motion as before he pried his lips apart with his tongue and thrust it into his unwilling partner's mouth. This time he leaned forward with his body, causing Layle to stumble backward. He was unable to support both their weights on one foot. And he teetered back until he collided with the full body mirror on the wall.
The force of smacking the back of his head on the mirror startled him, and caused him to bite down the Selkie's tongue. That was enough to make him break the kiss for a moment, but it was quickly followed up by Keiss pressing his teeth to the blond's neck. He brought his lips down around the skin and sucked on his flesh. And here and there started to bite at him. The red head let go of Layle's thigh and brought both his hands up to the hem of the too short shirt. Despite letting go, in the back of his mind he acknowledge that the Clavat did not lower his leg. In face he felt it coil around him tighter.
Keiss slipped his fingertips under the shirt and began to push upward. The shirt rumpled as he forced it up, dragging his hands and nails over the Crystal Bearer's lean form. The hands in his hair twitched as he raised his reach. His partner's fingers tightened and grip just at the base of his skull. As he felt his index fingers brush against Layle's nipples he heard the Clavat again tell him to stop. But the command was distant and breathless. Keiss moved his lips down the nape of his partner's neck, where he bit him again, a little bit harder this time eliciting another shout from the Clavat.
As he bit him he twisted his fingers over the nubs of flesh and the nail of his thumb scrape across the Clavat's chest. All the while The Selkie had begun rolling his hips forward, rhythmically grinding his hips up and into his partners. The action was slowly pushing him up the wall, and the fabric between them was causing an uncomfortable friction to build. His cock strained against the fabric, held back by his underwear and the pressure of Keiss' stomach pressed against him as his arousal grew.
"…Keiss…Keiss-! Stop!" Layle pulled at his partner's locks. "For Crystal's sake stop!"
The Selkie raised his head finally willing to listen to him, "What's wrong, Layle?" He couldn't help but smile, amused at the sight of his face. The slight red tent had grown, blood turning his cheeks a deep color. His lower lip was just as red and slightly swollen, as he had been unconsciously sucking on the bite. The Selkie lowered his left hand, sliding it down his partner's exposed chest and stomach. He slightly leaned back as he did so, allotting a bit of space between them. He brought his hand down to the top of the skirt and mockingly dragged his fingers across Layle's hips before dipping down his raised thigh and under the bottom of the skirt. "Or should I ask you what's right?"
The Clavat held back a stifled sigh as he felt Keiss' hand brush up against his erection. Under the skirt the Selkie had slipped his hands into his clothing and was gently stroking his penis bring him to full arousal.
"This is why I don't listen to you when you speak, Layle." Keiss pulled his hand back, flipping the skirt up as he did so. "You always lie to me." The Selkie took hold of his partner's hip with one hand and reach between them with his other to unfasten his belt and zipper. He didn't have any underwear to remove, not that he wore any ever. No matter how many times he'd seen his partner naked and erect Layle still couldn't ever take his eyes off of him as he removed his shorts. The red head let them fall freely as he took hold of Layle's underwear and pulled at them.
He didn't care to lower his partner to take them off properly; instead he pulled until he felt the resistance of the elastic snap. At the same time the Clavat started to protest again, though the effort was only half as much as earlier. Keiss continued to jerk and pull, until he'd sufficiently ripped them enough that they fell away of their own accord. He let go of the fabric and raised his fingers to Layle's lips, "Didn't I tell you to keep your voice down?" He waited for Layle to speak again before he pushed his fingers in between his lips. He didn't have to tell him what to do, the moment he pressed his digits against the Clavat's tongue he instinctively started to roll his tongue against them. The redhead smirked and pulled his hand back a bit before pushing further into his partner's mouth. He rolled his fingers back and forth as he made sure they were properly coated with saliva. The Guild Master kept this up until traces of drool trailed down the edges of his partner's mouth.
Satisfied Keiss pulled his fingers back and lowered his hand. He slipped his wet fingers underneath his partner's raised bottom and twisted them over the ring of pinched muscles between his cheeks. This time Layle didn't say anything, in fact Keiss was certain he felt the Clavat shift his body downward in an attempt to bring his hand closer. The Selkie pushed the tip of his middle finger into the ring up to the first knuckle; easy at first, before thrusting the rest of his finger in down to the base. The Clavat's body jolted slightly, raising off the mirror, but Keiss' free hand kept a firm grip on his hip and his body remained under his legs to support him
The Guild Master drew his finger back twisting it, and letting the tips of his other fingers continued to tease around the entrance before he thrust his hand upward again, this time pushing in three up to the base. He felt Layle's hands spaz in his hair. The erratic pulling caused his head to jerk back slightly, but he continued to twist and turn his hand inside his partner. The Clavat couldn't help but shout, his body naturally pushed back against the hand that was penetrating him. Amused by his undignified resignation to allow him to have him, Keiss continued to toy with Layle using his hand until the Clavat's cries were replaced with pleads for more.
"You want more?" Keiss pulled his hand back from Layle. As he did so the Clavat nodded. At this point Layle was leaning into him, resting his arms on the Guild Master's shoulders and using him to support his body weight. His leg clung to him like a vice, and his other was tangled around the Selkie's legs. "I thought you wanted no part of this?"
"…Keiss…" Layle pressed his forehead to his partner's. "Not…now…"
The Guild Master dragged his hand up over the Clavat's thigh and back to his erection. He pressed his fingers to the tip and rubbed the precum that had built up there over the head. "Now, I'm pretty sure you said you put up with enough from me…"
"Keiss-" The Clavat pulled his body forward trying to grind his penis into his partner's hand. "Not- now!"
"I can't believe," the Selkie ran his thumb down the underside of the shaft smirk, "That you've changed your mind…" He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Layle's kissing him, "Could it be that you really do love this?" The Selkie pulled back from him completely now, letting his partner's body drop. Layle lowered his legs and barely caught himself. He stumbled back and hit the mirror again. As he tried to regain his footing he felt Keiss grab his shirt by its shoulders and turn him around. He was yanked back toward the Guild Master's chest.
Before him the full body mirror reflected his image. His lower lip was swollen red; his cheeks were pink from frustration. The shirt was still rumpled and half way up his abdomen and the skirt- the skirt was raised, the front of it lifted and pushed back by his erection. Something about the sight sent a chill down his spine. His cock twitched from the thought that this was him. Something that did not go unnoticed. From behind Keiss warped one arm around his stomach and put his other on Layle's thigh.
He kissed the side of his neck and face as he slid his hands upward, exposing more of his chest and drawing closer to his erection.
"I knew you would enjoy this…" He teasingly bit at his lover's earlobe. "Just look at you…" He cupped his partner's sac in his hand and rolled it over his palm. The Clavat gasped and rolled his hips forward into the contact. "You're just as into all the crazy shit I make you endure as I am." From behind he felt the Selkie's erection pressing against his ass. Layle closed his eyes and clamped his teeth together to suppress a moan. He felt Keiss' hand take hold of the base of his shaft as the head of his erection pressed up against his body.
Before he could think to brace himself, he felt the Selkie thrust into him. He let out a shout of surprise and pleasure as he was penetrated from behind. His body shook with each thrust forward his partner took. Layle raised his hands and to steady himself. He felt his palms push against the cold mirror as Keiss began to pound into him. The Guild Master withdrew his hand form his chest and grabbed his hips, using the leverage to brace himself as he rammed into the Clavat. He didn't order him to be quiet any more, he didn't care. Layle's cries smothered out the sound of skin smacking against skin as he buried himself to the hilt with each roll of his hips.
The rhythmic thrust pushed him forward, until Layle felt the top of his forehead strike the mirror. He lifted his head and his body, trying to avoid colliding with the glass. From behind Keiss' grip on him tightened. The Selkie's hand on his erection stroked up and down against the rhythm of his thrust. He pounded him towards and into the mirror, until he was forced to claw at it for leverage. Until his face was pressed to the glass, and the head of his cock was sliding against the cool surface.
"Open your eyes, Layle!" The Selkie spoke into his ear. "Open your eyes and look!" Layle did his best to shake his head in protest. Aggravated his lover squeezed the base of his cock, "Open your eyes!" Layle managed to open one eye, and found himself looking at his own image. His blushing, sweaty body, clad in the short Selkie clothing that was falling off with each motion from his lover. "Now tell me, you don't love it-!"
"K-keiss!" the Clavat's nails dragged along the glass. "Kei-ss!" He tried to look away, but everywhere he looked was a reminder of the situation he was in. His partner, the tiny room, the mirror. "I-I can't- Keiss-!"
The Selkie held on to his lover's cock as he orgasmed. Keiss continued to thrust into the Clavat as he cried out and whimpered in protest to the admittance he'd held in. His partner's semen was splayed across the mirror and in turn smeared across his own stomach and thighs. The reflection of Layle coated in his own sperm as his senses dulled from his climax pushed him over the edge as well. Keiss released his seed into his partner, filling him as he groaned.
As his body relaxed, the Selkie leaned forward, further pressing the Clavat into the mirror. "Hmmn, I think we're going to have to buy these clothes…"
"Y-you have to be- kidding me…" Layle spoke in between gasping for breath.
Keiss kissed the side of his face, "Well they do fit… And you did kind of ruin them…"
"…" The Clavat closed his eyes and sighed. "How are we, supposed to explain this to the shop keeper."
"Oh don't worry about that," the red head pushed away from his partner and withdrew from his body. "They're not here."
"…" Layle slowly pushed off the mirror and turned to face him, "But- but the woman came to the door."
"And left after that." Keiss pulled up his shorts smiling. "I paid her to do that. Like I paid her to let me wait in the 'broken' stall next door."
The Clavat blinked a few times, the words slowly sinking. "And you paid Belle too?"
"No," Keiss turned and made his way to the door, "This was her payment."
"P-payment!?"
He opened the door and looked back at his partner with a smirk, "Come on now, Layle, when have you ever known me to lose at cards?"
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Losing at Cards