Disclaimer. Dis
is me. I make no claim. Er…… they belong to squaresoft, enough said ne?
Warnings: NC17 non consensual themes. I in no way endorse
these kinks, unless you invite me in too. ;)
Race said “my underwear melted”
Pixie recommended “sucking and fucking in Balamb.” But it’s going to be called:
Indulgence.
Every breath he took roared in his ears in the otherwise
silent room, he was panicking, and he knew it. He sounded like a wounded
animal, a wounded lion. And the scavengers were already on the prowl. He wasn’t
quite sure how many of them there were, but there’d be enough.
Struggling against the tight cuffs that kept his arms
latched behind his back he felt a droplet of pure heat roll down his goose
pimpled skin. He’d broken the skin on his wrists. With a faint hiss of pain he
turned his head, rubbing his cheek against the slope
of his shoulder in an attempt to push the thick itchy material that covered his
eyes away. “Let me go.” He ordered, his voice cracked and strained.
“Not yet. We need you for something first.” The voice was
soft at his earlobe, almost recognisable. A warm hand ghosted lightly over his
naked chest and he shivered, and moved back, trying desperately to pull away
but another hand caught him by the back of his neck and held him fast as the
fingers of the first hand circled one of his nipples playfully. As the fingers
pinched and twisted gently and a soft murmur of pleasure escaped him before he
attempted once again to move away. “Calm down. Won’t hurt
you… yet.”
The same warm hand slid lower and trailed over the length
nestled between his legs almost tenderly, before it was taken into the hand
slowly, teasing him hard, until he rocked against the fingers his body yearning
for more despite his mind’s protestations. “You want more?” That same soft
voice asked.
“No.” He replied, denying his body’s desperate
protestations.
A finger rubbed firmly on the very tip of his sex elicited a
low needing moan from him and he lowered his head in disgust with himself.
“This tells me different. Do you like to be touched Squall?”
The hand was pulled away and when he refused to answer.
After a few moments, a cool slick finger slid over his
opening making him arch to pull away, struggling against the cuffs with renewed
vigour. “No, no….” He protested adamantly. An arm wrapped around his shoulders
and held him firm as the finger slid into his body slowly.
“Shh.” A second voice at his ear implored, almost familiar,
deliberately disguised. “Won’t hurt you if you don’t
struggle.”
A second finger joined the first, twisting gently. They
brushed over his prostate just as softly and his whole body shivered at the
faint pleasure. The second person rubbed
against that same spot a little harder, waiting until he could no longer
withhold a moan at the pleasure that racked his body. A third finger slid into
him and they rocked in and out, angled to brush that same spot over and over
again, until no more protestations could be voiced by the slight brunette even
if he had wanted to, his whole body begging for more silently, rocking back
onto the fingers.
The arm moved down, catching him about his waist and forcing
him to lean over, a knee slipping between his own to force his legs further
apart.
Suddenly as quickly as the touch had been taken away from
his member, it was returned, working him gently as just the head of his sex was
taken into the silken wet heat of a mouth.
“Hyne…” He whispered softly, biting his lip to keep from
moaning again.
Rough fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him down
further, he felt the head of a sex brush against his lips and attempted to pull
away once again only to find himself being held firmly in place. “Can’t let you
have all the fun Squall, now can we? Suck us.” Before he could wonder what was
meant by us, another sex was rubbed against his lips. That same voice spoke
once more. “Well? We’re waiting.”
Almost trembling, Squall opened his mouth and let his tongue
slide out to lap across the tips of the two members, then slide between them.
He lapped at first one, then the other, growing more and more confident in his
ministrations to his two attackers. The hand tightened in his hair again and
his head was pulled up. He only heard a desperately needing whisper of the word
“more” as the length was pressed once more against his lips. The fingers
finally slid out of the body and were almost immediately replaced a thick
shaft, filling him completely with one thrust, making him cry out wordlessly.
A roll of the man’s hips pushed the head of the sex into his
mouth and he sucked gently, tilting his head to take the shallow thrusts of the
man’s hips. With each passing thrust the movements became increasingly
desperate, forcing himself deeper into Squall’s mouth.
Finally, the man cried out a guttural sound that could have
been an attempt at his name, spilling hotly into his mouth, ordering Squall to
swallow, not withdrawing his length until he had.
The one buried in him to the hilt inside him, even now held
still stroking his back slowly, keeping well away from the steel cuffs that
were even now biting into Squall’s wrists.
His head was forced down again, and the attacker with a hold
on his hair hissed at him to continue, guiding him to the other man’s length. Again
he took the head into his mouth and began to suck, starting to rock his head a
little and waiting for the attacker beneath him to start thrusting into his
mouth. When he didn’t Squall took more of the throbbing length into his mouth,
swallowing despite his throat’s protestations around it, hearing the soft moans
he was gaining for his efforts.
His own sex was now buried completely in the mouth of the
man below him, as the attacker behind him slowly pulled out and thrust into him
hard.
He cried out sharply, almost choking on the length.
Again and again, his body was comprised by man behind him,
who by now had leant down over him to shift the angle of his thrust to rub even
more firmly against his prostate, making Squall squirm and moan. That voice
again, it’s tone now sated, murmured make him come Squall,
then you can. We won’t let you til you make him come.”
The one behind him kissed and nipped at his shoulder.
His efforts became renewed, sucking and rocking his head on
the length, feeling the body below him squirm. A muffled “oh gods” reached his
ears and the sex twitched in his mouth and he pulled back, only keeping the
head in his mouth.
He could almost hear the smirk in the voice as he swallowed
again, this time without being bidden. “Good Squall. Now fuck him.” Squall was
released from the mouth of the one below him.
The thrusts grew harder and he squirmed against his
attacker, crying out as a hand encompassed him and began to work him roughly.
“Come. For me.” The soft voice at his ear whispered.
“Squall…”
His mind was too fevered to answer, lost in a pleasure
filled haze. After what seemed like minutes, he arched against the man and
cried out breathlessly, spilling over the fingers. After a few hazy moments, he
was pulled tighter against the man as he too cried out hoarsely, and came. But
he didn’t bother to hide the fact it was Squall’s name he was shouting.
In a daze he was pulled back to sit on the man’s lap. He
curled against him, as the man reached up to relieve him of the blindfold.
Greeted by the lazy seductive smile of his lover, Squall
smiled just a little in response and leant his head against
He nodded and closed his eyes, not trusting his voice yet.
“Seif, throw me those keys?” Opening one eye to look at the
two satisfied looking blondes, Squall murmured something incoherent that
sounded like thanks, but none of them could make out.
Seifer unfastened the cuffs as
“Aww leave him alone Seifer, we all got some fun out of it.”
Zell reached for his shirt.
“Some more than others.” Squall
spoke softly, his voice cracking.
“Loved every minute.” Squall
murmured, closing his eyes again with a contented little smile.
a/n.
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