FIC Affection Part 6
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jessara40k_ljFandom: Final Fantasy VII AU Set between Concubine and Birthday Gift
Title: Affection chapter 5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, slavery, submissive Sephiroth, implied poly, monologue/stream of consciousness
Cloud was surprised - as well as pleased - when Tseng grabbed hold of him as soon as he came into the room, kissing him demandingly. He wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders as he moved back, pulling his concubine to him for another kiss, but he made sure that he stayed fairly passive during the kiss, encouraging more aggression from his concubine. He’d been surprised when Sephiroth suggested he should go to Tseng again, but he appreciated his consort’s consideration for his needs, and was determined to return an equal consideration if he could.
“You do want me to be aggressive, don’t you?” Tseng switched his attention to Cloud’s throat, giving him a chance to respond.
“Yes.” Cloud found himself clutching at Tseng’s shoulders, he hadn’t realised how sensitive he was there - Sephiroth always avoided anything that would hint at him being dominant.
“And you’re not going to give me orders?” Tseng’s hands were running over Cloud’s body now, but he hadn’t started to undress him yet.
“Only if I have to.” It was easier to speak and think now that Tseng wasn’t focused on his throat anymore.
“But you don’t want me to mark you.” And now Tseng was opening Cloud’s shirt, slowly as he whispered in Cloud’s ear.
“Not where it will show.” Cloud let Tseng guide him to the bed, and push him down onto it, fully intending to just lie back and let the concubine pleasure him, confident that he had no responsibility to ensure that Tseng enjoyed it as well, the way he did with Sephiroth. Partly that was because he was sure that Tseng would attend to his own satisfaction as well as to Cloud’s, while Sephiroth would probably ignore his own pleasure, and submit to whatever pain Cloud wanted to inflict upon him if Cloud didn’t focus on his consort’s desires. He didn’t put up any resistance as Tseng undressed him, but he didn’t help either, leaving everything up to his concubine, letting him arouse Cloud as much as he wanted to. For a moment he was surprised that Tseng knew so much about how to make him feel good after only one time with him, but then Tseng’s teeth latched onto his nipple and his hand stroked behind his balls for a second and he lost himself to the pleasure.
“You’re beautiful, both of you are. But so remote, it’s like looking at statues sometimes.” Cloud shook his head, trying to focus, vaguely aware that his concubine was talking about something important to him as he tossed the jacket of his suit aside, but he lost the thought when Tseng leaned down over him and kissed him breathless as well as senseless. Teeth grazed his neck, and Cloud was sure he should be protesting, but he couldn’t quite remember why, giving an inarticulate moan as he pushed weakly at Tseng’s chest.
Tseng’s breath tickled his skin then as he pulled back a little and laughed, then his tongue came, laving Cloud’s throat until he could hardly think, and his hands formed into fists, tearing the cloth of Tseng’s shirt.
“You’ll be replacing that, I expect.” The words didn’t really make sense, and they didn’t need to, not when he could feel fingers pushing into him and Tseng seemed to realise that, pushing a pillow under his hips and licking low on his stomach.
“Umm...no.” Tseng’s voice was firm as he pulled his fingers out of Cloud, prompting a moan of loss, then took hold of Cloud’s hands at the wrists, moving them from his shoulders to the sheets by his sides. “Here, or here.” Gripping the bars above his head.
Then he felt Tseng enter him, stretching him swiftly and harshly, and setting a swift pace. Tseng was using quick, short thrusts, still wearing his pants, and leaning forward to lick and suck at Cloud’s throat.
“Please...” It wasn’t enough; maddeningly close, but not enough, not until he felt Tseng’s hand wrap around him and pull, once, twice and then he climaxed with the third stroke, Tseng still moving until Cloud could feel the warmth of his release inside him. When Tseng pulled out and began cleaning them both up Cloud just lay there, feeling strangely empty in way that had absolutely nothing to do with not still having Tseng inside him. It wasn’t physical, it was emotional, and he’d never felt this with Sephiroth, not even that first time when he’d used his mouth on his consort without asking for any form of reciprocation, forbidding it in fact, to make him feel a bit more secure about his place in Cloud’s heart.
Did Sephiroth feel this emptiness after taking Tseng that first time? Was that why he’d never asked for a repeat performance? And...had Cloud felt this same emptiness the first time he’d used Tseng to scratch that itch of his, the itch he was beginning to suspect was the only reason Sephiroth had asked to take Tseng that first time, to free Cloud to do this?
He thought he might have, but it had been masked by the unexpected passion he’d experienced then. He’d never really expected this, letting Tseng fuck him, to be more than simply scratching that itch of his, the passion he felt with his concubine had surprised him the first time. It was less than he felt with Sephiroth, but when he hadn’t really expected to feel any passion, or to enjoy this as much as he had, it had masked the aspects he didn’t enjoy so much at first. And somehow this lesser passion with Tseng seemed more overwhelming than what he felt with Sephiroth, the love of his life.
Then again he thought as Tseng laid down beside him, and hesitantly wrapped his arms around him, with Sephiroth he simply couldn’t allow himself to be overwhelmed by his passion, he had to stay in control, to make sure that Sephiroth had a good time too. With Tseng he didn’t care as much about that, and he could just lie back and let the sensation and emotions take over, allowing Tseng to do all the work.
Tseng was nuzzling him now, obviously asking for some sort of show of affection, and Cloud realised exactly why he felt empty after letting Tseng fuck him; he didn’t care about the concubine, he could just as easily get this from a whore as long as it wouldn’t hurt his consort. Reluctantly he returned Tseng’s embrace, kissing him lightly on the throat, asserting his dominance - without marking him - and Tseng settled down to sleep contentedly. Something so small shouldn’t mean so much, but it obviously did matter a lot to him. Cloud would spend some time with Tseng; he could inspect the man at his knife practice, and perhaps see about getting him some training in stealth - he’d disappeared well enough around the palace.
Title: Affection chapter 5
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, slavery, submissive Sephiroth, implied poly, monologue/stream of consciousness
Cloud was surprised - as well as pleased - when Tseng grabbed hold of him as soon as he came into the room, kissing him demandingly. He wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders as he moved back, pulling his concubine to him for another kiss, but he made sure that he stayed fairly passive during the kiss, encouraging more aggression from his concubine. He’d been surprised when Sephiroth suggested he should go to Tseng again, but he appreciated his consort’s consideration for his needs, and was determined to return an equal consideration if he could.
“You do want me to be aggressive, don’t you?” Tseng switched his attention to Cloud’s throat, giving him a chance to respond.
“Yes.” Cloud found himself clutching at Tseng’s shoulders, he hadn’t realised how sensitive he was there - Sephiroth always avoided anything that would hint at him being dominant.
“And you’re not going to give me orders?” Tseng’s hands were running over Cloud’s body now, but he hadn’t started to undress him yet.
“Only if I have to.” It was easier to speak and think now that Tseng wasn’t focused on his throat anymore.
“But you don’t want me to mark you.” And now Tseng was opening Cloud’s shirt, slowly as he whispered in Cloud’s ear.
“Not where it will show.” Cloud let Tseng guide him to the bed, and push him down onto it, fully intending to just lie back and let the concubine pleasure him, confident that he had no responsibility to ensure that Tseng enjoyed it as well, the way he did with Sephiroth. Partly that was because he was sure that Tseng would attend to his own satisfaction as well as to Cloud’s, while Sephiroth would probably ignore his own pleasure, and submit to whatever pain Cloud wanted to inflict upon him if Cloud didn’t focus on his consort’s desires. He didn’t put up any resistance as Tseng undressed him, but he didn’t help either, leaving everything up to his concubine, letting him arouse Cloud as much as he wanted to. For a moment he was surprised that Tseng knew so much about how to make him feel good after only one time with him, but then Tseng’s teeth latched onto his nipple and his hand stroked behind his balls for a second and he lost himself to the pleasure.
“You’re beautiful, both of you are. But so remote, it’s like looking at statues sometimes.” Cloud shook his head, trying to focus, vaguely aware that his concubine was talking about something important to him as he tossed the jacket of his suit aside, but he lost the thought when Tseng leaned down over him and kissed him breathless as well as senseless. Teeth grazed his neck, and Cloud was sure he should be protesting, but he couldn’t quite remember why, giving an inarticulate moan as he pushed weakly at Tseng’s chest.
Tseng’s breath tickled his skin then as he pulled back a little and laughed, then his tongue came, laving Cloud’s throat until he could hardly think, and his hands formed into fists, tearing the cloth of Tseng’s shirt.
“You’ll be replacing that, I expect.” The words didn’t really make sense, and they didn’t need to, not when he could feel fingers pushing into him and Tseng seemed to realise that, pushing a pillow under his hips and licking low on his stomach.
“Umm...no.” Tseng’s voice was firm as he pulled his fingers out of Cloud, prompting a moan of loss, then took hold of Cloud’s hands at the wrists, moving them from his shoulders to the sheets by his sides. “Here, or here.” Gripping the bars above his head.
Then he felt Tseng enter him, stretching him swiftly and harshly, and setting a swift pace. Tseng was using quick, short thrusts, still wearing his pants, and leaning forward to lick and suck at Cloud’s throat.
“Please...” It wasn’t enough; maddeningly close, but not enough, not until he felt Tseng’s hand wrap around him and pull, once, twice and then he climaxed with the third stroke, Tseng still moving until Cloud could feel the warmth of his release inside him. When Tseng pulled out and began cleaning them both up Cloud just lay there, feeling strangely empty in way that had absolutely nothing to do with not still having Tseng inside him. It wasn’t physical, it was emotional, and he’d never felt this with Sephiroth, not even that first time when he’d used his mouth on his consort without asking for any form of reciprocation, forbidding it in fact, to make him feel a bit more secure about his place in Cloud’s heart.
Did Sephiroth feel this emptiness after taking Tseng that first time? Was that why he’d never asked for a repeat performance? And...had Cloud felt this same emptiness the first time he’d used Tseng to scratch that itch of his, the itch he was beginning to suspect was the only reason Sephiroth had asked to take Tseng that first time, to free Cloud to do this?
He thought he might have, but it had been masked by the unexpected passion he’d experienced then. He’d never really expected this, letting Tseng fuck him, to be more than simply scratching that itch of his, the passion he felt with his concubine had surprised him the first time. It was less than he felt with Sephiroth, but when he hadn’t really expected to feel any passion, or to enjoy this as much as he had, it had masked the aspects he didn’t enjoy so much at first. And somehow this lesser passion with Tseng seemed more overwhelming than what he felt with Sephiroth, the love of his life.
Then again he thought as Tseng laid down beside him, and hesitantly wrapped his arms around him, with Sephiroth he simply couldn’t allow himself to be overwhelmed by his passion, he had to stay in control, to make sure that Sephiroth had a good time too. With Tseng he didn’t care as much about that, and he could just lie back and let the sensation and emotions take over, allowing Tseng to do all the work.
Tseng was nuzzling him now, obviously asking for some sort of show of affection, and Cloud realised exactly why he felt empty after letting Tseng fuck him; he didn’t care about the concubine, he could just as easily get this from a whore as long as it wouldn’t hurt his consort. Reluctantly he returned Tseng’s embrace, kissing him lightly on the throat, asserting his dominance - without marking him - and Tseng settled down to sleep contentedly. Something so small shouldn’t mean so much, but it obviously did matter a lot to him. Cloud would spend some time with Tseng; he could inspect the man at his knife practice, and perhaps see about getting him some training in stealth - he’d disappeared well enough around the palace.
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Date: 2007-01-13 11:57 pm (UTC)Tseng is so cute in these two chapters.
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Date: 2007-01-15 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 12:11 pm (UTC)Adored Clouds musings in here.
Tseng needs a companion of his own *winkwink nudgenudge* Rufus.
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Date: 2007-01-15 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-15 02:38 pm (UTC)