The Pink Panther
Avina Garamond
Chapter 3
Sephiroth walked to the bed and lowered himself on all fours onto it. He crawled predatorily over Vincent's body until their faces were equal with each other's. Sephiroth's mouth descended upon Vincent's. It was tame at first. The kiss was soft, all lips pressing gently on the other's. They pulled apart. Vincent's gaze was soft while Sephiroth's was calculating. He then kissed him again. Vincent was ready for this.
The second kiss was crazy. As always. Teeth clacked together and tongues dueled. It was a battle, but not for dominance. It was pure lust beating, pounding on the participants, raping their consciousnesses. They pulled apart, breathing heavily. No one had remembered to breath.
Sephiroth's head buried itself in the arch between Vincent's neck and shoulder. Vincent flung his arms around Sephiroth's torso. Sephiroth bit down. Vincent yelped out sharply, squeezing Sephiroth's body. It helped, always helped. Sephiroth let go of his sensitive flesh and started to suckle on it gently. Vincent stopped squeezing the man in his clutches and instead ran his fingers over his back. The suit jacket was soft, cotton maybe. He never bothered to remember. Sephiroth suckled a little harder on the bruise, making Vincent wince. He hiccuped.
Sephiroth's head snapped up. Vincent hiccuped again.
"S-hic-sorry!" he said. He held his breath and counted to ten. He exhaled.
"I'm better, just had the hiccups," he said. Sephiroth shook his head.
"I thought I hurt you." Vincent shook his head. His head trailed towards Sephiroth's cheek. He cupped the splendid heart-shaped face and kissed Sephiroth's pale lips. He nibbled on his lower lip seductively and tugged on it with his teeth. Sephiroth chuckled as soon as he had his lip back. He settled back on his knees. Vincent arched up to force himself off the bed and started taking Sephiroth's clothes off.
The jacket was the first to go. It came off in seconds, neither feeling it was going to serve any purpose but be in the way. Next was the tie. Vincent loosened it first, then unbuttoned the first of Sephiroth's shirt buttons. Having some access to Sephiroth's throat, he kissed it softly. He unbuttoned another button. He loosened the tie a bit more. He was now able to kiss Sephiroth's Adams apple. His tongue flicked over the little bulge. Sephiroth swallowed and Vincent felt the Adams apple bob against his lips.
The tie was undone and Vincent tossed it behind Sephiroth's back. He unbuttoned the rest of Sephiroth's shirt, kissing down the pale expanse of Sephiroth's chest. He left the shirt on, completely unbuttoned while he worked Sephiroth's belt off. He buried his face in Sephiroth's chest. With the shirt still on him, it was warm and comforting. He didn't know why. It made him want to sleep and use Sephiroth as a blanket. He sighed. His warm breath hit Sephiroth's chest and came back to his face. The belt was off and Vincent tossed it off the bed as he had with the tie.
His lips ghosted over one of Sephiroth's nipples. He kissed it tenderly and licked it with the tip of his tongue. He knew Sephiroth's smiled though he didn't see him. Sephiroth always smiled when he did that. Did it tickle? He waggled his tongue over the little nub. Sephiroth pulled away from him and Vincent looked in his face. Sephiroth looked like he was having a hard time not laughing.
"The hell was that?" he asked huskily. Vincent shook his head. He wouldn't tell him his thoughts. He attacked Sephiroth's chest again. This time, he slid the shirt off. His mouth enclosed on the other nipple. Instead of being gentle with it, he nipped it, causing Sephiroth to flinch. He instantly apologized for the abuse by kissing the rest of Sephiroth's chest as softly and gently as he could.
Sephiroth didn't even notice when his shirt slid off his shoulders but knew that he couldn't move his arms because he was entangled in the thing. He moaned something incomprehensible as Vincent lowered his head and started kissing and stroking his belly. He groaned and sagged onto his back. Vincent raised himself to his knees and thrust his tongue into Sephiroth's navel. Sephiroth turned his head to the side.
"Cuffs," he finally breathed out. Vincent paused, unsure what that meant. Handcuffs? They didn't have any. Soon, he understood that he should unbutton Sephiroth's shirt cuffs. He unbuttoned them hastily and Sephiroth took his shirt off. It slid off the bed, landing in a rumpled heap on the floor.
Sephiroth didn't want to lay back down and let Vincent continue what he was doing. He surged back onto his knees and kissed Vincent. It hurt when their teeth clacked together again. He felt Vincent's hot hands grip his head so that he could kiss him harder. His penis awoke. He wanted to feel Vincent now!
He started taking Vincent's clothes off but Vincent started to squirm. His hands left Sephiroth's head and started making a nuisance of themselves on Sephiroth's hands. Fingers tangled and Sephiroth couldn't reach Vincent's... damn... shirt...
He broke then kiss, glaring at Vincent's playful face. Vincent shuffled back and took his shirt off, slowly, teasingly. He kicked his pants off. His long fingers started darting across his body. Sephiroth watched hungrily. He wanted to touch Vincent. Vincent had no right to treat himself this way! He shut his mind down and took off Vincent's boxers. He smiled. Vincent liked to wear boxers, and hating wearing that abomination called a thong, though he wore it in costume.
Sephiroth puffed on the head of Vincent's cock. Vincent looked at him imploringly. Was he going to...? Vincent didn't see but definitely felt Sephiroth's tongue touch him. He gasped. He was! Sephiroth's tongue lashed against Vincent's penis. Hitting it, stroking it, prodding it. Vincent squirmed at the sensations. Sephiroth's hands drifted to his hips and made sure he stayed put.
Sephiroth opened his mouth and took in his victim's swelled phallus. Vincent arched his back. Sephiroth... Sephiroth was the only one he would permit to make him feel. Vincent would be a prostitute for anyone, but not for Sephiroth. He meant his every move, every sound. He was not fake. But did Sephiroth understand that?
Sephiroth, remembering past experiences with Vincent, chomped down on the organ in his mouth. Vincent yelped, jumping straight in the air even with Sephiroth holding him down. Sephiroth blushed. Oops. He set his teeth a little gentler on the man's penis and slowly began to bob up and down the muscle. A resounding moan reached his ears, assuring him he wasn't hurting Vincent anymore.
He bobbed for about a minute before Vincent was starting to writhe out of his grasp. Soft moans and pants kept him from speaking comprehensively.
"C-cuuum... soon," Vincent finally managed to near sob out. He had to warn Sephiroth after all. Sephiroth never swallowed him. Never.
Sephiroth let go of Vincent's member and used his thumb and forefinger to finish Vincent off to climax. Vincent gave a sob and then a loud moan and came. He felt deflated and lay on the bed unmoving. Sephiroth crawled to him.
"You okay?"
"Yes. You tease. You used your teeth," Vincent said hoarsely. Sephiroth smirked. They kissed, hard and fierce. Sephiroth's clothed erection pressed against Vincent's thigh. Vincent smiled. That would have to be changed. His legs wrapped around Sephiroth's hips, or what they could grasp of it. Sephiroth was built like a board, no curves to latch onto. Vincent felt the fabric of Sephiroth's boxers with his knees. He clamped on, and straightened his legs. The boxers slid off Sephiroth's body and lay on his thighs.
Sephiroth's head snapped up sharply. Vincent simply kissed him again, driving his mind away from his nakedness. Vincent used his feet now to pull the boxers to Sephiroth's ankles. Sephiroth moved a little, and the boxers were off. Vincent chuckled. That was his first time trying that. He let the kiss go. Sephiroth butted his head gently in revenge of getting him completely de-clothed.
He sat up, straddling Vincent's narrow waist. He picked up the tub of lubricant from the bedside table. He dipped two fingers in it. The thick gel clung to his hands like hot glue. He set the tub on the bed next to them and inserted both fingers into Vincent's opening. Vincent really was very used if he could do this without whimpers of pain. Sephiroth thrust his fingers in and out. In and out. He turned and twisted them, making sure to get every millimeter of Vincent's insides. Done, he nodded. Vincent took the tub of lubricant into his hand and scooped out a portion of the stuff. He spread it in an even layer, coating Sephiroth quite generously with the gel. Sephiroth by no means was not the smallest he had. Far from the biggest for that matter, but he could still potentially do something that would hurt.
Sephiroth sighed. Vincent never touched him more than he should for this. But he was thorough. Vincent's long nails scraped against the skin between his testicles and Sephiroth couldn't help but spurt already. Vincent finally looked up and gave him a kiss before laying back down. Sephiroth took Vincent by the hips and lifted him to better insert himself.
Vincent never knew why Sephiroth was gentle at this point. He practically raped him with his fingers but then was slow to get himself inside. Vincent smiled. It was just Sephiroth. He felt himself stretch to accommodate Sephiroth's thickness. Vincent sighed. Gently, Sephiroth lowered Vincent onto the bed and adjusted himself.
The first few thrusts were slow and shallow. Vincent could purr to such a tempo. He requested a faster pace which Sephiroth only obliged.
Vincent's knees gripped Sephiroth's flat hips tightly as he arched into him. His chest pressed against Sephiroth's and his arms clutched the man tightly. He moaned and hiccuped alternating. It felt... so... damn... good! He cried out Sephiroth's name every time the man rode himself into Vincent's prostate.
"Ah! Seph! -hic- Ah! Ah! Ah! -hic- Ah! Se -hic- Seph! Sephi! Ah! -hic- Sephiroth! Ah! -hic-" His hair splashed across the pristine pillow as if someone spilled a bottle of ink on it. His bright eyes reflected what little light shone through the window.
Sephiroth was now striking his prostate with every thrust. Vincent squeezed his eyes shut as his moans echoed Sephiroth's thrusts. He clutched the man tighter to himself. A tear fell out of his eye. So much, so much. He felt Sephiroth jerk into him, hurting him even but it didn't matter. Not now. He squeezed his anal muscles together, effectively stopping Sephiroth's thrust midway. Sephiroth, unbalanced all of a sudden, near fell over and came in his moment of panic. Vincent gave a last cry and came as well, splattering hot liquid on himself.
Sephiroth slipped out of Vincent, now limp and exhausted. He fell to one side of the bed. He watched Vincent's chest as he heaved for air. His own breathing was ragged as well. Vincent turned to him. He smiled. He was so... tired...
He fell asleep within seconds. Vincent smiled sadly as well. He stroked Sephiroth's sleeping face. He didn't know. He didn't know.
Vincent was not faking. Vincent was for real. For real only to Sephiroth.
Because he loved him.
Vincent Valentine was in love.
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