Summary: Reno wants to know how Cloud does that thing with his tongue. Cloud is only too happy to provide instruction, and Reno proves to be a most eager student. Two-shot, PWP.
Warnings: lemon, oral, yaoi, and Reno.
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy, I do not. This fic is written for fun, not profit.
Cloud Strife had taken the relatively simple act of giving a blowjob to the next level. In fact, he might have even elevated it to an art form; of this, Reno was fairly certain. This, amongst other thoughts, flitted through Reno's sex-addled brain as he lay back in the soft nest of pillows in their bed, Cloud's head nestled in between Reno's thighs.
Presently, the only thing visible from Reno's vantage point, was a bobbing head full of blond spikes. Just the sight of that was enough to send Reno over the edge; never mind that thing Cloud was doing with his tongue. He fisted the sheets, and twisted, turned, and writhed his entire body, in a futile attempt to stave off his orgasm. It wouldn't work; it never did, and Reno knew this. He enjoyed the tensing of his body just before release, almost as much as he did the actual climax. Most of the fun was in getting to that point, after all, Reno reasoned.
"Gods, Cloud, I'm close….so close," he murmured, sheets grasped in a sweaty death grip; his long, lanky legs practically wrapping themselves around Cloud's skull. As if Cloud could deep throat Reno's cock any more than he already was; such a feat would defy the laws of physics, certainly.
"Mmm," was the only response that came from the bobbing blond head. Cloud knew Reno's climax was imminent, all right; ever so slightly, the swordsman began increasing the speed of his strokes, and his hungry licks to Reno's shaft, knowing that it would bring Reno off, and practically cause him to turn into a puddle of goo. Literally, and figuratively, for that matter.
Cloud didn't speed up from slow to fast at a ridiculous rate; rather, it was done in gradual increments. Every time Cloud took Reno like this, it felt like a brand new experience to the Turk - even though Reno, of course, knew damned well what was coming. Occasionally, Cloud would vary his technique, to change things up. A quick, gentle grazing of the teeth; or, if he really wanted to drive Reno mad, he'd take his balls in his mouth, individually at first, then both at the same time, teasing them with that talented tongue of his.
There were many times that Reno lay in that soft bed, with Cloud poised in between his legs, that the Turk thought he might die on the spot. What a way to go, though, he thought, smiling. But, no; on second thought, Reno wasn't ready to leave this mortal coil just yet, of course. To do so, would mean he'd miss out on more of this.
"Cloud, oh Cloud, oh gods…" he muttered, his hands releasing the twisted fistfuls of bed sheets, snaking their way into the fluffy blond spiked hair still bobbing up and down in between his thighs. "I'm gonna….oh FUCK!" Arching his back, Reno cried out in his release, not giving a damn whether or not he disturbed his neighbors. He spilled into Cloud's mouth, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he did so. "Fucking Shiva!" he muttered, his body blissfully relaxing as he came. Sated, Reno sighed, and sunk back into the bedding. Finally, the blond head that had been otherwise occupied up until that moment, reappeared, a triumphant grin splashed across Cloud's face as he lay on the pillow next to Reno.
"Was that good?" Cloud asked coyly, as he smiled over at Reno. He damned well knew the answer to the question would be a resounding 'yes.' It always was.
"What do you think, yo?" Reno cracked. He stretched his lanky limbs out, working away the pleasant tension, and curled an arm around Cloud's side, so they were laying face to face. "Gods, Cloud...I wish I could do to you, what you do to me. I just can't put it into words, how good that feels...ahh..."
"But you do make me feel good, Reno," Cloud protested. "Seriously, you do. You've seen what you do to me, don't sell yourself short."
"No, what I mean is..." Reno replied, while making small circles on Cloud's face with his fingertips. "What I mean is...that thing you do with your tongue, yo. How do you even do that?"
"What thing? You mean this thing?" Cloud murmured, snaking his tongue in between Reno's lips, then diving and swirling it within the Turk's open mouth. They remained like that for several minutes, until Cloud finally broke the kiss, to come up for air. "That...thing?" Cloud asked, panting.
"Yeah," Reno replied, feeling dazed. "That. You know what, Cloud...maybe you could show me."
"Show you?" Cloud inquired, cocking an eyebrow. "How? Besides, you just...well, I think we'd have to wait a while. Aren't you feeling kind of spent?" he asked, smiling.
"Well, I think it's your turn now, anyway, Cloud," Reno said, grinning wickedly as he moved himself down Cloud's body, his hands reaching for the hardness between Cloud's legs. Kneeling, Reno parted Cloud's thighs and positioned himself there, his hand encircled around the base of Cloud's cock; he lowered his head slightly, his mouth just hovering over the head, but not quite touching it.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Cloud," Reno said quietly. "Teach me."
Cloud leaned further back onto the pillows, and chuckled. This was going to be a lot of fun, he thought, grinning.
Next chapter...and so the student becomes the master...