Your Taunting Smirk

"Fuck," it had started out simply enough. Another spar, another wager, just the same as they usually did. Squall didn't know where it all turned around, where things changed, moved to a different footing from their usual bouts.

Maybe it was the slice of red along his jaw line, the stinging harshness of the blood on his pale skin, or just the rush of adrenaline from the spar, out of hand this time with no way to disperse it. Somehow, between blocking a blow and dealing his own, Squall's gunblade had been removed from his grasp, followed swiftly by Seifer's before Squall's space was invaded and Seifer's mouth was sealed over his own.

It scarcely mattered that they were in the training centre, that they were both indecent and participating in far from acceptable behaviour. As it was there wasn't the chance to gain control, no way to segue from their path. Instead they crashed together. Teeth and tongues and hands scrabbling against the other, seeking flesh and heat and that pure ohfuckyes that seemed so precious, yet continually eluded them. Between the now and the then, Squall ended up on the ground, Seifer's hands under his shirt, his tight leather trousers undone and pushed down his hips, the blond covering him from behind with his body while he bit at a delicate throat, moaning against the flesh and pressing his erection into Squall inch by inch.

The brunet had to focus solely on relaxing, on pushing back, bracing against Seifer's intrusion. It felt like being spilt open, coming apart under Seifer and it never being enough. Even as the slow burn turned to a tingling pleasure, as the sharp sting altered to a numbing coil of desire. Squall needed more.

Reaching back to grab at Seifer's hip, to encourage the pace, to gain the pressure he needed, Squall released a low moan, hips flexing and rolling and pushing back as Seifer pressed down, the blonde's groan of approval lost against Squall's skin. Gasps and grunts soon filling the room around them as they moved, Squall's head dropped low, Seifer's face pressed to the back of Squall's neck. Hands pulling Squall's hips back with every thrust as the tightening, coiling pleasure built between them.

Squall felt himself break first, gasping and pushing back, Seifer's teeth digging into his neck sparking the pain he needed. With a call of Seifer's name, Squall shook apart, feeling his orgasm tear through him with a shudder and clenching every muscle in his body. Seifer's answering groan vibrated along Squall's spine, the blond still latching on to Squall's neck with teeth. As Seifer found release; his voice a low, rumbling sound of Squall's name, hands tightening on the sharp hip bones, teeth biting just a little sharper, Squall felt his elbows start to give out holding him up.

They each slowly came back from the rush, Seifer pulling back from Squall to roll onto his side, fastening his pants as he did so. Squall followed suit, fastening his belt around his hips before regarding the blond, lying on the dirty Training Centre ground, utterly debauched looking with flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips and his hair up at all sorts of angles. He may not have known where the sudden flood of passion came from, but Squall knew that it wouldn't be the last time that they finished a fight this way.

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Disclaimer: Seifer and Squall belong to Squeenix. I didn't make money from this and it's probably not what they do in their spare time. Would be nice though.