Title: Kinks
Summary: Ten one-shots involving various kinks and positions...
Warnings: Oh God, run! Seriously, there will be no fluff, no cuddling, just hardcore nailing. Perverts will appreciate this.
Disclaimer: I highly doubt I even own the idea for this...
WEAPON KINK (Oh, like you never thought about it!)
"So," the brunette said with a smirk as he looked down at the restrained blonde. Handcuffs were linked around his wrists and looped around the bars of the headboard of the hotel bed. Extra material, such as Vincent's scarf, was tied around his wrists and threatening to cut off the circulation to the pilot's wrists. But, damn if it did not turn on the blonde even more. "Cerberus or your Venus Gospel?"
"Eh?" the blonde asked as he raised an eyebrow and turned to look up at the brunette's eyes. He really did have gorgeous eyes, he mused as he missed the mischievous glint in the dark red orbs. He was focusing on the brunette too much to pay attention to what he was saying: toned thighs that led right up to his hard, dripping cock, the mass of dark hair at the base of his cock that led his vision up the gunner's muscled abdomen and chest, peaked nipples, strong arms, stunning face, lovely lips, striking eyes, and tousled hair... Focus! "...What about 'em?"
Vincent smirked even wider as he looked down at the relaxed and horny man lying on the bed; legs spread and arms trapped, showing off all of his toned muscles and tan skin. ...Well, almost all. Tapping his fingers down the pilot's stomach, he reached down before roughly palming the blonde's erection through the skintight boxers that he was wearing. "Which would you prefer?" he asked predatorily, leaning down to press soft kisses to the restrained man's lips and jaw before pulling his hair out of his face.
"Mmm...I got the feeling you ain't talkin' fightin'-wise, Vince."
"Correct," the gunner said as his clawed fingers slowly began to cut the remaining fabric off of the pilot's body. "Now, which would you prefer?"
"Uhh... It's going to be goin' in my ass, right?" He cock throbbed at the sight of Vincent's smirk growing wider. "My spear! No fuckin' way in hell am I takin' yer huge-ass gun!"
"Mm, and if I make you take it anyway?"
"I'll fuckin' scream an' kick yer ass!"
"...And just who will come to your rescue?"
"...Fuck!"
"In due time," Vincent retorted smugly before getting off of the bed and looking through Cid's pocket. Fishing out the almost empty bottle of lube and a condom before picking up the spear, the brunette looked over at Cid. "...We are almost out..."
"Yer fuckin' fault, Vince!"
"Oh? I do not remember complaining that I could not sit down for two days and shouting that more lubricant needed to be used during sex..."
"I fuckin' hate ya, Vince," Cid hissed as his ears turned red with embarrassment.
"This," he said with a smirk as he leaned down and kissed the tip of the pilot's dripping cock, "says otherwise, Chief. Now, shut up." Settling between the blonde's lap with said blonde's favorite weapon lying in his lap, the ex-Turk flipped open the cap before slicking up his fingers. Reaching between the blonde's legs, he gently teased the puckered entrance with his slick fingers before pushing them inside of Cid, smirking slightly in delight at the breathy moan that came from the shorter man.
He watched the pilot spread his legs wider at the intrusion, hips rolling as best as they could in his current position. As he continued to slowly push his fingers in deeper, pumping them directly short of the blonde's prostate, he leaned down and ran his tongue over the blonde's weeping cock. "Mm, if I give you what you want, will you be quite this time?"
"Fuck no!" the blonde snapped, screaming when he felt the brunette's long fingers push forward and ram into his prostate. His back arched as his muscles went taut, his jerking back and making the muscles in his arms strain as he panted.
"Fair enough," Vincent said as he slowly pulled his fingers free before gripping the foil packet and tearing it open with his teeth. He pulled out the condom before rolling it onto the blunt end of the pilot's spear and slicking up the latex. Smirking, he moved to kneel before wrapping his slick and metallic fingers around the girth of the weapon. Gently pressing it against the blonde's stretched opening, he smirked at the twitch of the blonde's hips as he pressed harder.
Watching as the blonde's body stretched open around the weapon, Vincent chuckled softly. "You could have taken Cerberus..." Cutting off the violent protests before they could start, he pushed the shaft in deeply, making sure it was angled just right. He was rewarded with a strangled scream of pleasure while Cid writhed and clenched around his own weapon. "Maybe next time," he added as he tightened his grip on the shaft and pumped the weapon rapidly, making the pilot squirm and moan in pleasure.
He own cock throbbed at the sinful and content sounds that the lithe pilot was making as arched his back. Vincent moved the spear faster as sweat began to form and cling to Cid's skin, small beads tricking down the writhing man's muscles. He continued to move the weapon rapidly, eyes roaming up and down the pilot's body as he took in every sight that he could to know when the pilot was about to come across himself. A twitch of muscles there, a roll of his hips, a pink tongue darting out to lick his lips...
He pulled the Venus Gospel out of Cid right before he reached his climax, chucking deeply at the needy groan and squirming. "Ya fuckin' som'bitch! Put that back!" the pilot snapped, tone angry and deprived as he turned his hazed, glaring eyes at the brunette that was pleasing him so well just a split second ago. He could feel the heat in his body ebbing at the lack of stimulation when he was suddenly left empty and wanting.
"...No," Vincent said as he lowered his body so he was lying down on top of the furious blonde. He could not blame him, really; he was so close to climaxing... Leaning down, he murmured shamelessly into the pilot's ear. "The only one that will be making you come is me, nothing else." As the last syllable left his lips, he snapped his hips forward, filling the tense man will his own flesh. Grunting at how Cid's hot muscles clamped down around his length, he snarled darkly and tossed the spear to the side of the bed before gripping his hips and thrusting viciously.
Delicious moans spilled from the blonde's mouth as he was roughly taken, nerves alight with the pleasure of his prostate being hit. The rough friction of damp skin and dry skin rubbing, long hair tickling along his neck and collarbone, fingers bruising his hip, claws cutting through the skin and making blood well up, body being stretched and filled with hot flesh... He could not remember if Vincent even bothered to put a condom on himself. He was so lost in his own pleasure that his release suddenly caught him by surprise, mind going blank as all of his senses went away momentarily.
Groaning as Cid's orgasm washed over him, Vincent continued to pound mercilessly into the relaxing body until he climaxed as well, pumping his hot cum into the blonde. Breathing heavily, he rested his head on the pillow besides the pilot's own head. "Mmm..."
"...Don't ya dare think it, Vince!"
"You know I am," he murmured lovingly before kissing the blonde deeply.
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