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Stealth

Chapter xlvi

By YuriNigasa

For once I got the jump on him... waking up first, that is. He’s got this vicious internal clock that somehow seems to activate at the first sign of outside light, whereas I will sleep through damned well everything if I feel secure. And well, if sleeping beside the most beautiful man in existence isn’t security, then I’ve never known it. His bangs were hanging over his eyes and his mouth was slightly parted, his breathing steady. One hand was under the pillow and the other was laying on the sheets. I reached out and laid my hand on top of his, his fingers reflexively grasping mine, as I leaned over and placed a kiss on his bare shoulder. He moaned and stretched, his eyes fluttering open as he turned his head back to look at me.

"Morning," I whispered. A smile played across his lips as he stretched, his backside pressing into my thighs.

"Hi," he said, bringing my hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. "You’re up early."

"Nah, you’re just up late."

"So, are we..." he began.

"Shh," I chided. "Not yet. I still have dibs on you for at least another hour before you’re even allowed to bring up the rest of the day."

"Oh really?" he said, rolling over onto his back, stretching his arms back and pressing his hands against the headboard.

"Really," I said, leaning over to cover half his body with mine.

He dropped his arms and circled them around my neck, drawing me down to press his lips against mine chastely. "Well then, let’s make the most of the hour."

I brought my hand up to caress his cheek. He turned, nuzzling my palm with his lips as his hands splayed across my chest. They were still sleep-warmed and felt delicious against my skin, the callouses on his palms and fingers rough against the sensitive skin of my nipples. Rolling on top of him, I straddled his hips, our erections pressed against one another as I leaned down. Slowly, I ran the tip of my tongue across his collarbone and into the hollow at the base of his neck, feeling his pulse throbbing against my mouth as I licked my way up his neck to his earlobe, my breath hot in his ear. I felt his arms around my waist, his nails raking up my back and between my shoulderblades, making me shiver.

He thrust his hips up against mine and I matched his action with a thrust of my own. We moaned together, each of us taking our time, our movements slow, languid, measured. Squall’s arms wrapped around my neck again and I was powerless to resist as he pulled me in for another kiss. He ran his tongue across my lower lip, teeth nipping playfully in the wake, pulling gently befor releasing. I let him tease me, my eyes closing as I concentrated on nothing but the aching need that simple action pulled from within me. I wanted to just push his legs up, brace them against my shoulders, and seat myself in him to the hilt, to hear him groan in surprise and to watch as the look on his face melded from shock to sensuality.

Instead, I slithered from underneath his arms and crawled down the bed, ignoring the protests and the fuck me look in those bedroom eyes. I brushed my cheek against his cock, the night’s worth of stubble scratching against the satin skin stretched taut by desire. He gasped and I knew he’d be gazing down at me, but I kept my gaze downward, opening my mouth to let my moist, warm breath reach out and caress his hardness. He tried to thrust his hips in my direction, but I still outweighed him and he didn’t have good leverage. I flicked my tongue out to touch the sensitive head of his shaft, watching as the muscles contracted, making his cock twitch.

"Seifer," he moaned, his hands reaching down to fist in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me wince. I lifted my head and gazed up at him as he brought me back up to eye level. Exerting force, Squall rolled us over so that he now straddled me, his whipcord-muscled thighs locking tightly against mine.

Reaching down, he took my length in his hand, stroking softly, tracing the pad of one finger around the head of my cock, rubbing the small bit of precum across the head before darting down to lick it from the tip. I nearly lost it right there, all across his glorious face, and he knew it, smirking up at me in a glance I’d swear I’d only seen in the mirror before. "It’s not so nice to tease, is it?" he whispered coyly.

I grunted, locking my ankles together behind his back, holding him down mere spaces away from my erection. His tongue reached out to lap at my shaft, the slick spit from his tongue warm against me before it rapidly cooled in the air. I felt his tongue dip lower, running down slowly before he took my balls in his mouth, sucking at them while his hand played with the nest of curls, trailing abstract swirls down and then across the skin of my hardness. My hands clenched at the sheets, my body thrusting in tense, rapid motions. I felt him climbing back over me, his thighs were trembling and I felt a slippery trail of cum brush against my inner thigh as his still hard cock brushed against it. I reached down and grabbed him by the ass, pushing him up to my abdomen, his erection pressing against my stomach as my hands spread the cheeks of his ass and I slipped my middle finger into the puckered hole of his rectum. He moaned and moved down, pushing my finger in deeper. I moved my finger further and felt him quiver as I hit the right spot. My hands were grasping his ass, my fingers digging deep into the crack as I slid my index finger in.

Reaching out, he splayed his hand against my chest for balance as his other hand reached down to encircle my cock. His thumb played against the head, stroking it in small circles while he jerked at my length. I opened my eyes and saw him gazing down at me, his eyes drowzy with lust, mouth deliciously half open and begging to be plundered. I moved one hand up to his neck and drew him down, my tongue thrusting deep into his mouth as I pushed gently upward with the hand still situated partly on and partly in his ass. Pushing up on to his knees, he moved back until I could feel his cock brushing the back of my hand. Removing my fingers, I spread his ass as I felt the head of my shaft pressing against him. I thrust my hips upward and I felt the air leave my lungs as he gasped without breaking our kiss.

Spreading his knees out, he let his weight drop down on me, drawing an answering gasp of my own from me as I felt him clench around me. I reached down to grasp his penis as his balls rocked against my abdomen, pressing down and lifting up as he rode me. My legs began to shake and Squall took delight in it, riding me all the harder, reaching down to find my hands and push them above my head. Every time he thrust down his hands would slide down my forearms, clenching at the muscles. Moving my hands down to his hips, I raised my knees, bringing his knees up off the bed, removing his leverage as his body weight pressed him down against me. I began to thrust into him hard, his body jolting every time I impaled him. He began to whimper as I grunted, his cock rubbing against my stomach to leave translucent streaks of cum across the muscles. His body tensed and I looked up to see that momentary unconscious haze pass through his eyes before he splattered his hot cum across my chest, his hands reaching down and running through the milky white substance. I rolled him over and picked up his legs, bracing the backs of his thighs against my forearms as I pounded into him, the aftershocks of his orgasm shaking his body and sending me over the edge as I flooded my seed into him, collapsing heavily against him, the smell of sex infusing the air like a heavy perfume.

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