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50kinks - fic
Title: How to make the drycleaners cry ( XDDD )
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kira_k & okami_hu
Theme: #7 - Leather
Rating: R
Warning: smut, dammit
Couple/Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud
Word count: 3586
Notes: StarryEyed!Teen!Cloud sports a higher IQ than that from the game or AC. Well, as they say, every kid is a genius but unfortunately, they grow it out.
Summary: Cloud always had a fascination with the leather-clad general Sephiroth.
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After the knocking, no answer came. Perhaps the General wasn't in his quarters.
Cloud hesitated, looked at the note in his hand then decided he was more afraid of the consequences of not delivering it than going in uninvited. The door opened after a bit of nudging, and the young guard walked in slowly, ready to dodge anything that may defend the general's quarters.
However, no beasts or spells came, not even a bucket of cold water, although that would have been a little strange coming from such a disciplined and serious man as Sephiroth. The room seemed to be deserted, albeit a strict order ruled it. The hall, which Cloud entered, had four doors. The boy knew that they lead to the kitchen, the bathroom, the study and the bedroom.
The entrance of the latter was widely open, letting the blond youth to get a glimpse of the General's bed. Something dark caught his attention as well. It looked like the long leather coat Sephiroth wore as his uniform.
Cloud's curiosity got the better of him and he walked in. The bedroom was in order as well, nothing like the room the young guard occupied. Putting the note down on the bedside table momentarily, he picked up the black leather. The end swept at the floor and Cloud guessed he could get into the coat twice or maybe even three times; the shoulders were wide enough for it. Prying off the uniform's gloves the guard caressed the leather with his bare fingers and tried to commit its smell and feel into his memory.
Aside of the nice scent of the leather itself, the coat carried a pleasant, musky aroma as well, most probably Sephiroth's own. There were no hints of sweat in the smell - that man was surely not human to walk around in such garments even in the hottest summer without sweating...!
The long black gloves, along with the high boots were resting there as well, just like the leather pants and the general's legendary sword, the Masamune. Apparently, if the uniform was here and its owner wasn't, Sephiroth must have changed into civilian clothes and left the headquarters. As Cloud thought back, perhaps that was the case indeed. He vaguely recalled the silver-haired man mentioning some relaxing after he was off duty.
Cloud took another deep breath then rubbed his face against the leather. It was something he had wanted to do on countless occasions. It felt nice, although a bit rough and the youth repeated the movement, imaging the general standing before him. Biting his lips, he cursed his young body, as it reacted almost instantly to the mental pictures, and he needed to adjust his trousers.
He could almost feel the warmth of the silvery man's body and see his rare smile, which mostly flashed for a well-done parade, or Zack... Cloud sighed. If only he could be so close with the general like the First Class...!
The scent slowly overwhelmed his senses and his blood heated up. The General was out, perhaps until late at night... The long gloves seemed to beckon to the blond teen.
Praying that he wasn't mistaken, Cloud reached for the leather. His palm and fingers were much smaller than the General's but there was an illusion of holding his hand even though the leather wasn't warm, nor did it returned the hold. Cloud sat on the bed and picked up the pair of gloves. Brushing one of them against his lips and face he was lost entirely in his own mind, where Sephiroth knew his name and even liked him.
He never noticed that a tall and lean form appeared in the door of the bedroom. The long silver hair fell past the man's waist, the shining tresses damp from the steam which filled up the bathroom causing him to fall asleep. The slender hips were only covered by a short towel.
Sephiroth never really was surprised in his life so the feeling hit full force now as he discovered the handsome young boy sitting on his bed and snuggling his garments. Who the hell was this kid...?? Wait... The General slowly remembered. He had seen the teen with Zack more than one occasion. The name was... what was it again...? Something silly... As the green eyes regarded the sight, however, Sephiroth's lips curled up into a smile. The boy looked so happy with the gloves only. What would he say to the real thing? Ah, yes! He suddenly remembered the name as well.
"Strife."
Cloud's eyes flew open and he dropped everything from his hand as he jumped from the bed. He stared at Sephiroth for a long moment, and his mouth making a good fish-imitation as he tried to say something, anything...! but he couldn't. Cloud prayed his death would be quick and painless since the earth hadn't swallowed him just yet. And, as his blue eyes moved around, his mind registered the general's almost naked form. Ignoring all of his mental protests and his state to near panic, his body responded to the beautiful sight.
Sephiroth resisted the urge to laugh out loud. Casually placing a hand on his hip, he smiled at the terrified boy. "May I ask, what brought you to my quarters, soldier?" How adorable that kid was, with those impossibly wide, azure eyes yet free from the brightness of the mako-injections. That hilariously spiky honey hair seemed silky to the touch and the general, in fact, counted on touching it.
The question made Cloud's frozen brain start to work and he nodded a bit frantically. Maybe, he was still to live a few more minutes, even though the general didn't hold the Masamune, nor did he seem more threatening than usual. "Yessir, a note sir!" he said then picked up the envelope and thrust it forward. "I did knock, sir, but there wasn'tananswer,sir,andI'msorrysir!"
"At ease, soldier," Sephiroth waved generously after taking the envelope. He opened it and took a look at the papers, after all, it might be important if they sent them despite it was his free day. And indeed, the document turned out to be serious matter, although it only required his signature. On the other hand, it could have waited for a few hours, though.
"Thank you for bringing these to me, it's good you took the liberty to enter and wanted to leave them here." He nodded firmly, like always when he praised an honest effort. "A good soldier knows when he has to breach the regulations for the greater good. Such aptness deserves a reward, don't you agree?"
Cloud sighed out in relief as Sephiroth took the note. He blushed a bit at the praise and the question of reward left him crimson. His rebelling mind poured forward a few ways how the general could reward him, all of them embarrassing and hot in the same time. Glancing at the bright, green eyes, Cloud was reminded it wasn't a rhetorical question. "Sir, if you think so, sir," he said and hoped this was the good answer.
Not just rather cute and handsome but creative as well! Strife was a major catch. Sephiroth smiled and stepped closer to the boy. "I can see that you have a rather intense fascination for my uniform, soldier. I think it would be best if I generously let you to take this admiration a step further. Take your clothes off." The general knew he'll most probably have to take his coat to the cleaners with the most embarrassing stains but he trusted Masamune's diplomatic skills as well.
Cloud's voice left him once again, and it was probably for the better as he didn't ask back like a stupid farm boy just stared at Sephiroth. However, there wasn't anything to indicate the general joked, and really, Sephiroth only joked in Zack's anecdotes, so Cloud shut his mouth with a "Yessir." He took off his clothes methodically, ready to stop if the general said so. His briefs had a slight tent and Cloud hoped he wasn't required to take them off as well.
"That, too," the general folded his arms. "Are you this shy at the medicals as well? Must be a real torture."
Cloud looked away but pushed the underwear down as well. He stood stark naked a few steps before general Sephiroth, who was in a similar state of undress, in said general's bedroom and he had an erection. Cloud wanted the moment to never end because he couldn't bear to hear his idol's laugh just as much as he wanted the moment to fly away, ending his embarrassment.
Sephiroth took his coat and shook it a little. "Turn around, soldier. I'll help you with this."
Cloud blinked but turned around. He was a good guard, and he had no problems following orders. "Sir, what do you mean by 'helping'?" he asked once his back was to Sephiroth.
"The coat, soldier," Sephiroth sighed. "Take it on. I know it'll be a loose fit but ah well. Perhaps the buttons will keep it at place."
"Oh. Sorry, sir," Cloud said and eased his hands into the general's coat. It felt nice and cool against his skin, making his nerves alive and his erection twitching as the leather brushed against it.
The general smoothed out the material at the shoulders then twirled Cloud around to snap a few buttons together in the front. Then, the silvery man stepped back to analyze the picture. This time, he couldn't help the small chuckle. "You look cute like that." The sleeves reached past Cloud's fingertips and the black fabric pooled around his feet.
Really, why wasn't the Planet swallowing him, again? Oh, yes, Cloud remembered with flaming face, it enjoyed to humiliate him just as much as everyone else. He guessed, he was cute like a small girl dressing in her mother's clothes but it didn't make the comment or the small laugh less stinging.
The taller man stepped back and kneeled down in front of the blond teen. "Do you like it?" He rested his hand on the slender hips and caressed them a bit, through the material. "You can touch it as much as you just want. I especially like the smell of leather, it's almost... exciting, don't you think?"
Cloud nodded. "Yes, sir," he said then swallowed a bit. He couldn't make a bigger idiot out of himself, and then, there was no reason to not say whole sentences. He hugged the coat a bit closer, and stared at the general. "Thank you, sir, and yes, I like the feel and smell. Its... exotic."
Sephiroth nodded and pressed his palm against Cloud's crotch. His other hand slipped to the boy's rear, effectively trapping him there, where he was. Rubbing a little, the general studied the teen's face.
Cloud gasped and bit back a moan at the touch. The coat was pressed against his erection and the strange pleasure ran through him. He didn't avert his eyes but stared at Sephiroth, half-surprised and half-sure that this was only a dream. He hoped he wouldn't wake up before the end and that he didn't speak in his sleep. Breathing hard, he widened his legs a bit for a more stable stand. "Sir?"
"Would you like a bit more, soldier?" Sephiroth teased. He already had a plan set in his mind and he was determined to carry it out step by step, like a good general.
Cloud grinned a bit, and nodded, his fear mostly disappearing. "Of course, sir," he said, holding himself still.
Sephiroth grinned. He took his glove and pulled it on, then parted the leather coat to expose Cloud's crotch. He reached between the teen's legs and began to gently fondle his balls. His own body was expressing an interest in some playing as well but the silvery man enjoyed this little game too much at the moment. He wanted to hear the boy gasp and moan and beg for even more.
Oh, that was nice... Not nice-nice, but fantastic-nice, and Cloud didn't fight back the urge to moan and thrust into Sephiroth's gloved hand. "Sir, I want more," he gasped out, too close to the release to care about semantics and about the expression he left. He just wanted the pleasure, the sweet waves which calmed the desire currently controlling his whole self.
The general was pleased by the reaction and decided to take the second step. He curled his long fingers around the boy's proudly standing member and began to tug on it. Even through the leather, he could feel the heat and the blood pulsing in the shaft. The drops of precome glistening on the tip indicated, that the blond teen was close and the general didn’t want him to leave unsatisfied.
Cloud mewled from the pleasure and thrust into the hand. His spine arched and he moaned out loudly as he came, dirtying the glove and the general's coat as well.
Sephiroth smiled at the blissful expression on the boy's face and lifted his hand to his mouth to taste the shimmering liquid. It was light and fresh, and somewhat sweet, the general wasn't able to tell why. He looked up and with a sudden thought, he yanked on the coat; he wanted Cloud to be on the floor, with him.
Cloud yelped and instinctively slowed his fall with his hands as his legs ran out from under him. "Sir...?" he asked as he met the floor, unsure if he had angered Sephiroth or what happened.
The general pulled the boy close, into a loose embrace and began to caress him under the long coat, rubbing the semen into his skin. He couldn't care less about the leather glove, after all, he had a few spare pairs of them. "Tell me soldier," he murmured, "does your admiration center only on my clothes or perhaps me as well?"
"I... It's... That's...," Cloud's mind half-froze. The touches kept him awake and sensitive, and the question was simple enough but he couldn't answer. He idolized Sephiroth, he was the only real reason why he wanted to join the ShinRa's private army and the guest star of most of his wet dreams.
"Because if the answer is 'yes', I'd appreciate a kiss. Or more of them." Sephiroth's mako-bright green eyes were mere inches away from Cloud's and the boy could tell that the general was serious.
As kissing didn't contain speaking, Cloud was more than happy to push his lips against Sephiroth's, licking against them and opening his own mouth invitingly. He stopped to try and rationalize the general's deeds as for why he was still alive and having the most satisfying orgasm and kiss of his short life; it didn't matter why. Cloud was a guard, one who needed to follow the good orders and not question everything, and he was doing well as one. Pressing his whole body closer to Sephiroth's, he admitted, a bit of initiative wasn't ever amiss among the guards either.
A low chuckle escaped the general's alabaster throat and his gloved fingers slipped further under the coat, searching for the hidden entrance. Once he found it, Sephiroth began to rub it gently. The wonderful scents of the leather, the spilled semen and Cloud himself filled his nose and made him a little bit lightheaded - and, certainly, eager for more. His own erection was throbbing as well and finally, he pulled the towel off from his hips. Cloud's eager movements made the coat brush against him and Sephiroth moaned softly. It indeed felt nice.
Cloud didn't need to think hard as for what Sephiroth wanted. Relaxed from his orgasm, he pushed back against the finger, eager to feel the general in himself. His member started to fill again, albeit more slowly than at first.
Sephiroth pushed Cloud away slowly and directed him to the bed. "Lay your upper body on it and spread your thighs for me. I'll get the lube." The general took his other glove as well and pulled it on - a little added kink never hurt.
"Yes, sir," Cloud said and knelt up, putting his face on the mattress.
The small tube was always at hand, after all, Sephiroth was rather healthy and as such, he needed a healthy sex-life as well. He settled down behind Cloud and slowly pulled the long coat away, exposing the firm little rear to the air. Squeezing some gel on his gloved fingertip, the general began to massage it into the boy's body. His free hand went to Cloud's face, cupping his chin. Sephiroth pressed his index finger to the pink lips, and smiled. "Open up, soldier."
Cloud parted his lips and his tongue darted forward to lick at the leather-clad fingers. The taste made him shiver a bit and his dick hardened. Scrapping his teeth against the glove, he bit, keeping the digit in place as his tongue circled its tip.
The boy was inventive; Sephiroth had to credit him for that. However, the general didn't let himself be diverted from the original plan; he slipped a leather-clad finger into the tight and well-lubed heat, probing the muscles.
Cloud gasped a bit and pushed back after some time, his body relaxing. He didn't release Sephiroth's fingers but sucked them a bit harder, wetting the leather entirely.
The general let out an approving grunt and tested the inner walls a bit more, searching for the prostate. He wanted to make the boy yell from pleasure.
Cloud started to pant and he moaned, letting go of Sephiroth's fingers, as the white-hot pleasure ran through his nerves. Bucking his hips he grabbed the sheets to steady himself. "Sir, more, please!"
"It would be cruel of me to deny you this, wouldn't it?" the general murmured and pulled his finger out, just to replace it with two, after adding some more lube. He began to stretch the narrow entrance, crisscrossing his fingers and brushing against the nerve bundle from time to time, to divert Cloud from the pain.
Cloud didn't have too many problems with relaxing, not with the sparks of pleasure, Sephiroth's touch ignited. He moaned and made small noises as he wanted more, thrusting back against the fingers to show, he was ready for the general.
Sephiroth had the same impression so he pulled his hand away and smeared some more lube on his throbbing erection. He positioned himself and thrust in with a slow but steady motion. Once sheathed, he wormed one hand under the boy's body, to reach his nipples, while the other palmed Cloud's erection. "Ready for the ride, soldier?"
"Yes, sir!" Cloud gasped out. His nerves were aflame with the desire and the slight pain was quickly forgotten in the haze of pleasure. "Yes, please, Sephiroth, sir, I am," he babbled and moved his hips to enforce his words. He wanted the general and he needed his release.
It was pointless to hold back anymore. Sephiroth began to move, pleasuring the blond teen as well. His controlled breathing became erratic and a few low moans escaped him but nothing louder; he wasn't the vocal type. The pleasure built up in his groins, running up and down on his spine and soon, it was too much, even for him. The strong, alabaster body tensed up and the general came, his seed filling up the boy.
Cloud, mewled and thrust hard into Sephiroth's tight hand faster and faster. He reached his own orgasm soon after the general's and the young guard wanted to pass out from the pleasure and happiness. He slumped against the bed, and panted, hoping Sephiroth wasn't speaking to him as he couldn't hear anything from the blood drumming in his ears.
The man didn’t want to talk, at least, not yet. He sat back on his heels, taking Cloud with and letting the teen lean against him. The orgasm was great, it left him sated, pleasantly tired and contented. The garments were most probably ruined but the general didn't give a damn. The smaller body fitted nicely against his and the heat of it still embraced him welcomingly. The wonderful scent assaulted his nose again and Sephiroth took a deep breath. "Are you alright, little one?"
"Yes, sir," Cloud said and opened his bright, blue eyes with a smile. He felt heavenly. "Thank you, sir," he added and tried to look away from Sephiroth's face but he couldn't. It was peaceful, almost relaxed; a rare sight and Cloud wanted to engrave it into his memory.
"Then, you'll take a shower and after it, return the documents to your officer. You'll pass him a note as well, that I personally grant you with leave for the next day. When you're done with everything, you'll return to my quarters. Understood, soldier?"
Cloud's smile widened, as he nodded. "Yes, sir, understood, sir," he said. The leave was a surprise and although Cloud wasn't one to skip his job he would rather spend the night, and possibly the next day as well, in Sephiroth's arms. "Thank you very much, sir," he added and lifted his head to kiss the general.
The boy was too adorable for his own good. Sephiroth kissed back, slowly but passionately and lifted the blond teen off of him carefully. The general pried the leather off and gently ushered him toward the bathroom. Examining the coat and the gloves, Sephiroth was sure the drycleaners will sob when they'll see this. But in the end, it all paid off.
~end~ ^-^
Authors:
kira_k & okami_huTheme: #7 - Leather
Rating: R
Warning: smut, dammit
Couple/Characters: Sephiroth/Cloud
Word count: 3586
Notes: StarryEyed!Teen!Cloud sports a higher IQ than that from the game or AC. Well, as they say, every kid is a genius but unfortunately, they grow it out.
Summary: Cloud always had a fascination with the leather-clad general Sephiroth.
Link back to the prompt table
After the knocking, no answer came. Perhaps the General wasn't in his quarters.
Cloud hesitated, looked at the note in his hand then decided he was more afraid of the consequences of not delivering it than going in uninvited. The door opened after a bit of nudging, and the young guard walked in slowly, ready to dodge anything that may defend the general's quarters.
However, no beasts or spells came, not even a bucket of cold water, although that would have been a little strange coming from such a disciplined and serious man as Sephiroth. The room seemed to be deserted, albeit a strict order ruled it. The hall, which Cloud entered, had four doors. The boy knew that they lead to the kitchen, the bathroom, the study and the bedroom.
The entrance of the latter was widely open, letting the blond youth to get a glimpse of the General's bed. Something dark caught his attention as well. It looked like the long leather coat Sephiroth wore as his uniform.
Cloud's curiosity got the better of him and he walked in. The bedroom was in order as well, nothing like the room the young guard occupied. Putting the note down on the bedside table momentarily, he picked up the black leather. The end swept at the floor and Cloud guessed he could get into the coat twice or maybe even three times; the shoulders were wide enough for it. Prying off the uniform's gloves the guard caressed the leather with his bare fingers and tried to commit its smell and feel into his memory.
Aside of the nice scent of the leather itself, the coat carried a pleasant, musky aroma as well, most probably Sephiroth's own. There were no hints of sweat in the smell - that man was surely not human to walk around in such garments even in the hottest summer without sweating...!
The long black gloves, along with the high boots were resting there as well, just like the leather pants and the general's legendary sword, the Masamune. Apparently, if the uniform was here and its owner wasn't, Sephiroth must have changed into civilian clothes and left the headquarters. As Cloud thought back, perhaps that was the case indeed. He vaguely recalled the silver-haired man mentioning some relaxing after he was off duty.
Cloud took another deep breath then rubbed his face against the leather. It was something he had wanted to do on countless occasions. It felt nice, although a bit rough and the youth repeated the movement, imaging the general standing before him. Biting his lips, he cursed his young body, as it reacted almost instantly to the mental pictures, and he needed to adjust his trousers.
He could almost feel the warmth of the silvery man's body and see his rare smile, which mostly flashed for a well-done parade, or Zack... Cloud sighed. If only he could be so close with the general like the First Class...!
The scent slowly overwhelmed his senses and his blood heated up. The General was out, perhaps until late at night... The long gloves seemed to beckon to the blond teen.
Praying that he wasn't mistaken, Cloud reached for the leather. His palm and fingers were much smaller than the General's but there was an illusion of holding his hand even though the leather wasn't warm, nor did it returned the hold. Cloud sat on the bed and picked up the pair of gloves. Brushing one of them against his lips and face he was lost entirely in his own mind, where Sephiroth knew his name and even liked him.
He never noticed that a tall and lean form appeared in the door of the bedroom. The long silver hair fell past the man's waist, the shining tresses damp from the steam which filled up the bathroom causing him to fall asleep. The slender hips were only covered by a short towel.
Sephiroth never really was surprised in his life so the feeling hit full force now as he discovered the handsome young boy sitting on his bed and snuggling his garments. Who the hell was this kid...?? Wait... The General slowly remembered. He had seen the teen with Zack more than one occasion. The name was... what was it again...? Something silly... As the green eyes regarded the sight, however, Sephiroth's lips curled up into a smile. The boy looked so happy with the gloves only. What would he say to the real thing? Ah, yes! He suddenly remembered the name as well.
"Strife."
Cloud's eyes flew open and he dropped everything from his hand as he jumped from the bed. He stared at Sephiroth for a long moment, and his mouth making a good fish-imitation as he tried to say something, anything...! but he couldn't. Cloud prayed his death would be quick and painless since the earth hadn't swallowed him just yet. And, as his blue eyes moved around, his mind registered the general's almost naked form. Ignoring all of his mental protests and his state to near panic, his body responded to the beautiful sight.
Sephiroth resisted the urge to laugh out loud. Casually placing a hand on his hip, he smiled at the terrified boy. "May I ask, what brought you to my quarters, soldier?" How adorable that kid was, with those impossibly wide, azure eyes yet free from the brightness of the mako-injections. That hilariously spiky honey hair seemed silky to the touch and the general, in fact, counted on touching it.
The question made Cloud's frozen brain start to work and he nodded a bit frantically. Maybe, he was still to live a few more minutes, even though the general didn't hold the Masamune, nor did he seem more threatening than usual. "Yessir, a note sir!" he said then picked up the envelope and thrust it forward. "I did knock, sir, but there wasn'tananswer,sir,andI'msorrysir!"
"At ease, soldier," Sephiroth waved generously after taking the envelope. He opened it and took a look at the papers, after all, it might be important if they sent them despite it was his free day. And indeed, the document turned out to be serious matter, although it only required his signature. On the other hand, it could have waited for a few hours, though.
"Thank you for bringing these to me, it's good you took the liberty to enter and wanted to leave them here." He nodded firmly, like always when he praised an honest effort. "A good soldier knows when he has to breach the regulations for the greater good. Such aptness deserves a reward, don't you agree?"
Cloud sighed out in relief as Sephiroth took the note. He blushed a bit at the praise and the question of reward left him crimson. His rebelling mind poured forward a few ways how the general could reward him, all of them embarrassing and hot in the same time. Glancing at the bright, green eyes, Cloud was reminded it wasn't a rhetorical question. "Sir, if you think so, sir," he said and hoped this was the good answer.
Not just rather cute and handsome but creative as well! Strife was a major catch. Sephiroth smiled and stepped closer to the boy. "I can see that you have a rather intense fascination for my uniform, soldier. I think it would be best if I generously let you to take this admiration a step further. Take your clothes off." The general knew he'll most probably have to take his coat to the cleaners with the most embarrassing stains but he trusted Masamune's diplomatic skills as well.
Cloud's voice left him once again, and it was probably for the better as he didn't ask back like a stupid farm boy just stared at Sephiroth. However, there wasn't anything to indicate the general joked, and really, Sephiroth only joked in Zack's anecdotes, so Cloud shut his mouth with a "Yessir." He took off his clothes methodically, ready to stop if the general said so. His briefs had a slight tent and Cloud hoped he wasn't required to take them off as well.
"That, too," the general folded his arms. "Are you this shy at the medicals as well? Must be a real torture."
Cloud looked away but pushed the underwear down as well. He stood stark naked a few steps before general Sephiroth, who was in a similar state of undress, in said general's bedroom and he had an erection. Cloud wanted the moment to never end because he couldn't bear to hear his idol's laugh just as much as he wanted the moment to fly away, ending his embarrassment.
Sephiroth took his coat and shook it a little. "Turn around, soldier. I'll help you with this."
Cloud blinked but turned around. He was a good guard, and he had no problems following orders. "Sir, what do you mean by 'helping'?" he asked once his back was to Sephiroth.
"The coat, soldier," Sephiroth sighed. "Take it on. I know it'll be a loose fit but ah well. Perhaps the buttons will keep it at place."
"Oh. Sorry, sir," Cloud said and eased his hands into the general's coat. It felt nice and cool against his skin, making his nerves alive and his erection twitching as the leather brushed against it.
The general smoothed out the material at the shoulders then twirled Cloud around to snap a few buttons together in the front. Then, the silvery man stepped back to analyze the picture. This time, he couldn't help the small chuckle. "You look cute like that." The sleeves reached past Cloud's fingertips and the black fabric pooled around his feet.
Really, why wasn't the Planet swallowing him, again? Oh, yes, Cloud remembered with flaming face, it enjoyed to humiliate him just as much as everyone else. He guessed, he was cute like a small girl dressing in her mother's clothes but it didn't make the comment or the small laugh less stinging.
The taller man stepped back and kneeled down in front of the blond teen. "Do you like it?" He rested his hand on the slender hips and caressed them a bit, through the material. "You can touch it as much as you just want. I especially like the smell of leather, it's almost... exciting, don't you think?"
Cloud nodded. "Yes, sir," he said then swallowed a bit. He couldn't make a bigger idiot out of himself, and then, there was no reason to not say whole sentences. He hugged the coat a bit closer, and stared at the general. "Thank you, sir, and yes, I like the feel and smell. Its... exotic."
Sephiroth nodded and pressed his palm against Cloud's crotch. His other hand slipped to the boy's rear, effectively trapping him there, where he was. Rubbing a little, the general studied the teen's face.
Cloud gasped and bit back a moan at the touch. The coat was pressed against his erection and the strange pleasure ran through him. He didn't avert his eyes but stared at Sephiroth, half-surprised and half-sure that this was only a dream. He hoped he wouldn't wake up before the end and that he didn't speak in his sleep. Breathing hard, he widened his legs a bit for a more stable stand. "Sir?"
"Would you like a bit more, soldier?" Sephiroth teased. He already had a plan set in his mind and he was determined to carry it out step by step, like a good general.
Cloud grinned a bit, and nodded, his fear mostly disappearing. "Of course, sir," he said, holding himself still.
Sephiroth grinned. He took his glove and pulled it on, then parted the leather coat to expose Cloud's crotch. He reached between the teen's legs and began to gently fondle his balls. His own body was expressing an interest in some playing as well but the silvery man enjoyed this little game too much at the moment. He wanted to hear the boy gasp and moan and beg for even more.
Oh, that was nice... Not nice-nice, but fantastic-nice, and Cloud didn't fight back the urge to moan and thrust into Sephiroth's gloved hand. "Sir, I want more," he gasped out, too close to the release to care about semantics and about the expression he left. He just wanted the pleasure, the sweet waves which calmed the desire currently controlling his whole self.
The general was pleased by the reaction and decided to take the second step. He curled his long fingers around the boy's proudly standing member and began to tug on it. Even through the leather, he could feel the heat and the blood pulsing in the shaft. The drops of precome glistening on the tip indicated, that the blond teen was close and the general didn’t want him to leave unsatisfied.
Cloud mewled from the pleasure and thrust into the hand. His spine arched and he moaned out loudly as he came, dirtying the glove and the general's coat as well.
Sephiroth smiled at the blissful expression on the boy's face and lifted his hand to his mouth to taste the shimmering liquid. It was light and fresh, and somewhat sweet, the general wasn't able to tell why. He looked up and with a sudden thought, he yanked on the coat; he wanted Cloud to be on the floor, with him.
Cloud yelped and instinctively slowed his fall with his hands as his legs ran out from under him. "Sir...?" he asked as he met the floor, unsure if he had angered Sephiroth or what happened.
The general pulled the boy close, into a loose embrace and began to caress him under the long coat, rubbing the semen into his skin. He couldn't care less about the leather glove, after all, he had a few spare pairs of them. "Tell me soldier," he murmured, "does your admiration center only on my clothes or perhaps me as well?"
"I... It's... That's...," Cloud's mind half-froze. The touches kept him awake and sensitive, and the question was simple enough but he couldn't answer. He idolized Sephiroth, he was the only real reason why he wanted to join the ShinRa's private army and the guest star of most of his wet dreams.
"Because if the answer is 'yes', I'd appreciate a kiss. Or more of them." Sephiroth's mako-bright green eyes were mere inches away from Cloud's and the boy could tell that the general was serious.
As kissing didn't contain speaking, Cloud was more than happy to push his lips against Sephiroth's, licking against them and opening his own mouth invitingly. He stopped to try and rationalize the general's deeds as for why he was still alive and having the most satisfying orgasm and kiss of his short life; it didn't matter why. Cloud was a guard, one who needed to follow the good orders and not question everything, and he was doing well as one. Pressing his whole body closer to Sephiroth's, he admitted, a bit of initiative wasn't ever amiss among the guards either.
A low chuckle escaped the general's alabaster throat and his gloved fingers slipped further under the coat, searching for the hidden entrance. Once he found it, Sephiroth began to rub it gently. The wonderful scents of the leather, the spilled semen and Cloud himself filled his nose and made him a little bit lightheaded - and, certainly, eager for more. His own erection was throbbing as well and finally, he pulled the towel off from his hips. Cloud's eager movements made the coat brush against him and Sephiroth moaned softly. It indeed felt nice.
Cloud didn't need to think hard as for what Sephiroth wanted. Relaxed from his orgasm, he pushed back against the finger, eager to feel the general in himself. His member started to fill again, albeit more slowly than at first.
Sephiroth pushed Cloud away slowly and directed him to the bed. "Lay your upper body on it and spread your thighs for me. I'll get the lube." The general took his other glove as well and pulled it on - a little added kink never hurt.
"Yes, sir," Cloud said and knelt up, putting his face on the mattress.
The small tube was always at hand, after all, Sephiroth was rather healthy and as such, he needed a healthy sex-life as well. He settled down behind Cloud and slowly pulled the long coat away, exposing the firm little rear to the air. Squeezing some gel on his gloved fingertip, the general began to massage it into the boy's body. His free hand went to Cloud's face, cupping his chin. Sephiroth pressed his index finger to the pink lips, and smiled. "Open up, soldier."
Cloud parted his lips and his tongue darted forward to lick at the leather-clad fingers. The taste made him shiver a bit and his dick hardened. Scrapping his teeth against the glove, he bit, keeping the digit in place as his tongue circled its tip.
The boy was inventive; Sephiroth had to credit him for that. However, the general didn't let himself be diverted from the original plan; he slipped a leather-clad finger into the tight and well-lubed heat, probing the muscles.
Cloud gasped a bit and pushed back after some time, his body relaxing. He didn't release Sephiroth's fingers but sucked them a bit harder, wetting the leather entirely.
The general let out an approving grunt and tested the inner walls a bit more, searching for the prostate. He wanted to make the boy yell from pleasure.
Cloud started to pant and he moaned, letting go of Sephiroth's fingers, as the white-hot pleasure ran through his nerves. Bucking his hips he grabbed the sheets to steady himself. "Sir, more, please!"
"It would be cruel of me to deny you this, wouldn't it?" the general murmured and pulled his finger out, just to replace it with two, after adding some more lube. He began to stretch the narrow entrance, crisscrossing his fingers and brushing against the nerve bundle from time to time, to divert Cloud from the pain.
Cloud didn't have too many problems with relaxing, not with the sparks of pleasure, Sephiroth's touch ignited. He moaned and made small noises as he wanted more, thrusting back against the fingers to show, he was ready for the general.
Sephiroth had the same impression so he pulled his hand away and smeared some more lube on his throbbing erection. He positioned himself and thrust in with a slow but steady motion. Once sheathed, he wormed one hand under the boy's body, to reach his nipples, while the other palmed Cloud's erection. "Ready for the ride, soldier?"
"Yes, sir!" Cloud gasped out. His nerves were aflame with the desire and the slight pain was quickly forgotten in the haze of pleasure. "Yes, please, Sephiroth, sir, I am," he babbled and moved his hips to enforce his words. He wanted the general and he needed his release.
It was pointless to hold back anymore. Sephiroth began to move, pleasuring the blond teen as well. His controlled breathing became erratic and a few low moans escaped him but nothing louder; he wasn't the vocal type. The pleasure built up in his groins, running up and down on his spine and soon, it was too much, even for him. The strong, alabaster body tensed up and the general came, his seed filling up the boy.
Cloud, mewled and thrust hard into Sephiroth's tight hand faster and faster. He reached his own orgasm soon after the general's and the young guard wanted to pass out from the pleasure and happiness. He slumped against the bed, and panted, hoping Sephiroth wasn't speaking to him as he couldn't hear anything from the blood drumming in his ears.
The man didn’t want to talk, at least, not yet. He sat back on his heels, taking Cloud with and letting the teen lean against him. The orgasm was great, it left him sated, pleasantly tired and contented. The garments were most probably ruined but the general didn't give a damn. The smaller body fitted nicely against his and the heat of it still embraced him welcomingly. The wonderful scent assaulted his nose again and Sephiroth took a deep breath. "Are you alright, little one?"
"Yes, sir," Cloud said and opened his bright, blue eyes with a smile. He felt heavenly. "Thank you, sir," he added and tried to look away from Sephiroth's face but he couldn't. It was peaceful, almost relaxed; a rare sight and Cloud wanted to engrave it into his memory.
"Then, you'll take a shower and after it, return the documents to your officer. You'll pass him a note as well, that I personally grant you with leave for the next day. When you're done with everything, you'll return to my quarters. Understood, soldier?"
Cloud's smile widened, as he nodded. "Yes, sir, understood, sir," he said. The leave was a surprise and although Cloud wasn't one to skip his job he would rather spend the night, and possibly the next day as well, in Sephiroth's arms. "Thank you very much, sir," he added and lifted his head to kiss the general.
The boy was too adorable for his own good. Sephiroth kissed back, slowly but passionately and lifted the blond teen off of him carefully. The general pried the leather off and gently ushered him toward the bathroom. Examining the coat and the gloves, Sephiroth was sure the drycleaners will sob when they'll see this. But in the end, it all paid off.
~end~ ^-^