Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, scenery, or towns; Square Enix does.
42 – Mine, Yours, Ours
Reno lounged in the sand with Sephiroth, who was a few feet to his right. The half-full platter of meat, cheese, and crackers sat between them on a blanket the silver had retrieved from the living room closet. The pair lazily picked at the food and every so often Genesis, who was currently hurling fireballs at the unsuspecting and wholly innocent ocean, would wander over and demand to be fed.
"How long's he gonna do that? For that matter how longs he been doin' it yo?" Reno asked as the auburn fired off yet another set of burning spheres.
"I do not know and for 45 minutes."
"He's been doin' that for forty-five minutes?"
"Yes."
"Is that, ya know, normal? Shouldn't he be tired by now?"
"Magic ability is not universal so you would have to ask him that."
"Would you be tired by now?"
"It would depend on the spell. Like most I have an affinity with particular spells and spell types. Those that I am most compatible with, or perhaps that are most compatible with me, are not as draining. As a result I am able to cast a large quantity of those spells much more frequently before becoming fatigued."
"Gen has an affinity with fire right?"
"Since he can cast fire spells without Materia I would have to say yes."
"So he could be at that fer awhile."
"Yes."
"Heh, good thing we got food yo," the Turk chuckled. "And shade," he added, gesturing to the large beach umbrella stuck into the ground behind them. It was dark now and had barely been daylight when they'd come out, however Sephiroth had pulled it from the closet along with the blanket and brought it with them nonetheless. If he had to guess he'd say the man's skin was probably one of those skin types that didn't tan, but instead burnt very easily then peeled like a bitch. He could relate since his skin behaved in a similar fashion.
Lost in thought Reno's right hand idly drifted toward the platter but instead of food his fingers were enmeshed in something silky. It took him a split second to realize it was Sephiroth's hair. He opened his mouth to tease him on the dangers of long hair and wind but his thoughts were blown away as lips pressed against his own. He wasn't sure if he was more startled by the fact that he hadn't seen, felt, or heard the man move or by the fact that he'd made the move in the first place. Given Sephiroth's introverted nature, his discomfort around others, and lack of experience, the Turk had figured it would take time for the man to really cozy up to them. Apparently not.
Once the initial shock had worn off Reno shifted forward slightly, leaning into the petals touching his own. Even without the hair as a clue he would have known it wasn't Genesis. There was no question that the lips were soft, elegant, and oh so enjoyable, rather it was the shape that did it. Sephiroth's lips were thinner than Genesis's, especially his upper lip, and they were curved differently. In less than thirty seconds the Turk's tongue was gently tracing the unfamiliar fleshy folds. By the time the SSC's mouth opened he'd etched every curve and line into his memory.
Fighting the urge to ravage the redhead Sephiroth leaned forward, forcing the man to tilt backward. While only the second time they'd kissed the Turk's mouth felt and tasted as he remembered, as did the feelings of pleasure, comfort, and want the contact produced. His heart rate increased and his lips tingled, as did his tongue when it finally connected with Reno's. Unlike the previous experience he did not mimic the redhead's movement, rather he moved when, where, and how he desired. His motions were acceptable judging by the noises the man was making.
Heart pounding like crazy, Reno struggled not to press himself against Sephiroth's leg. Whether intentionally or not the silver's right knee was between his legs just out of reach of his groin. Craving the touch yet holding himself in check was maddening and he decided it was probably one of the worst, if not the worst, forms of torture in existence. In order to distract himself the redhead shifted his weight to his right hand and brought his left to the SSC's face. There was a slight pause at the contact but Sephiroth didn't move so he trailed the hand over his cheek and into his hair. The locks were finer and obviously much longer than Genesis's, but they were almost as soft and fun to play with, so long as he could keep himself from getting tangled anyway.
Though slightly out of breath neither man seemed inclined to pull away from the other. Their tongues would periodically circle each other from tip to back before darting off to their next destination. Reno was starting to seriously rethink his decision on grinding up against the silver's leg when he heard something crackling and felt a rush of heat. Before his mind processed the irregularities, arms wrapped around him and twisted him sideways. The next thing he knew he was sitting on Sephiroth's lap several feel from the blanket. He was on his knees with his legs outside of the silver's. The man's arms were wrapped around his waist and he was gazing into his celadon eyes. He was so startled that all he seemed capable of doing was blinking at the man.
"I would apologize for that but seeing as it's your fault I've no reason to."
"The demise of my umbrella is my fault?" Sephiroth asked, peering around the Turk's left shoulder.
"Yes, it is. Be thankful that was all I hit."
"I am, however I still fail to see how this is my fault Genesis."
"What did you think would happen? My concentration is only so good you know. It's certainly not good enough to survive the two of you snogging like that anyway."
"Snogging?"
"Kissing."
"Interesting term," Sephiroth replied. "Would you like us to stop?"
"That depends. Do you mind if I join?"
"By all means please do."
Genesis grinned down at Sephiroth, enjoying the playful banter. He couldn't deny the slight twinge of jealousy he felt that someone other than him had been, and still was, touching Reno, but he wasn't really upset. It did make him wonder why he'd agreed to the threesome arrangement in the first place however. What were his motives? It was true that he wanted to get to know the silver better, not to mention get into his pants, but he was quite happy with Reno and even the thought of losing him was nearly unbearable. So there has to be something else right? Perhaps, but unfortunately he couldn't put his finger on it. He shrugged it off, deeming it unimportant for now while simultaneously realizing he had no doubt that had the offender been anyone other than Sephiroth, he would have sliced them into pieces so small they wouldn't be recognizable as human. Gods I'm strange… and fucked up.
Still on Sephiroth's lap, Reno blinked and wondered what the hell was going on. It seemed that all the tongue teasing had an adverse effect on his intellect. First Gen, now Seph. He heard the conversation and knew who was talking but it was beyond his comprehension. The words had no meaning and were only noise. Even worse, it was the wrong kind of noise. The situation needed rectified but he was unable to figure out how to do that. Work brain, think!
The redhead's feeble attempt at coherent thought was disrupted as fingers began to slide through his hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the impromptu scalp massage. At a gentle tug he tilted his head back and found himself gazing into sky blue eyes streaked with vibrant jade. It took him a moment to realize the orbs belonged to Genesis since the last time he'd looked they'd been neon green. It's good they aren't anymore, right? The man bent forward and their tongues twined together in midair as the angle made it virtually impossible to completely seal the kiss. Sloppy and upside down as it was, it was still fun and made his stomach flip.
Supporting the Turk so he wouldn't fall backward Sephiroth watched the awkward kiss for a moment before joining in. He shifted slightly, leaning forward just enough to press his lips against the redhead's exposed throat. The SSC licked the slight bump created by concealed vocal folds before moving onto the right side of the man's neck. Regardless of where he touched, the skin was warm and smooth against his lips and left him wanting more.
As much as he was enjoying himself, Genesis forced himself to pull away from Reno. The Turk blinked at him a few times before tilting his head to the left, giving the silver better access to his neck. Although he desperately wanted to, he resisted the urge to drop down in the sand and continue. Instead he cleared his throat, drawing Sephiroth's attention. "As lovely as this is there are certain places I'd prefer remained free of sand."
"I see your point," the silver replied. He watched as Genesis walked to the still smoldering umbrella, yanked it out of the sand, hurled it into the ocean, and then began gathering the other items. Sephiroth chuckled then stood, effortlessly lifting the redhead.
Through his lust-clouded thoughts Reno managed to process what was happening and ground out, "I can walk yo."
"True, but not fast enough," replied Sephiroth, eyeing the auburn. The man nodded before vanishing in the direction of the hut. Making sure he had a solid grip on Reno he quickly followed suite. Minutes later he was seated at the head of the folded out bed with the Turk back in his lap. In the kitchen, Genesis placed the platter and folded blanket onto the table before flipping a switch. Immediately everything was bathed in soft light from above.
Now able to form somewhat cohesive thoughts, Reno took a deep breath and smelled copper, ozone, and cedar. Sephiroth. It was a very different scent from the clove, burnt leaves, and ginger of Genesis but it was pleasant nonetheless. A warm tongue began tracing his lips and soon his own muscle met it, as if unable to resist the invitation. Like his scent, Sephiroth's taste was clean, slightly metallic, and addictive as hell.
Genesis hopped onto the bed and crawled to his companions, coming to a stop inches behind Reno. He ran his hands down the man's sides, hooked the bottom of his shirt with his thumbs, then pulled it upward until it stopped at the redhead's armpits. The black shirt was actually a button down, but damned if he wanted to take the time to mess with all those clasps nor did he wish to destroy it. Thankfully Reno never fastened his shirt all the way so he didn't have to.
Reno felt a gentle tug and took the hint. He leaned away from the silver and lifted his arms, allowing Genesis to pull his shirt off. The auburn tossed it aside and let his hands explore his torso. He practically melted underneath the touch, loving the feel of the auburn's soft hands against his skin. He leaned into the man, pressing his back against the STC's chest and laying the back of his head on his left shoulder.
Sephiroth took advantage of the Turk's preoccupied state and removed his shirt, though he never took his eyes off the man. Once finished he leaned over the redhead's right shoulder and caught Genesis's mouth with his own. It held a faint taste of smoke and char, like something that had been cooked over an open fire. The flavor was savory and one he could definitely get used to.
Pinned between the SOLDIERs Reno's hand twitched with the overpowering urge to slap himself in the face. While he didn't remember falling asleep he had a hard time believing he was awake since two of the most gorgeous men on Gaia were making out over his shoulder. He could barely believe his relationship with Genesis was real and now there was Sephiroth? Sure he'd teased the silver but he hadn't really expected anything to come of it. Not that I'm complainin'. Whether sleeping, dying, or dead he'd be damned if he didn't participate. He lifted his head and found himself staring straight into celadon spheres.
Reno's thoughts dissipated as teeth grazed against his right ear. He gasped as the shell was suddenly surrounded by warm, wet heat. In the blink of an eye it was gone and a hand skimmed along his right shoulder, up his neck, and along his jaw line. He was so lost in sensation that he wasn't sure who the hand belonged to, nor did he notice the one that had slipped into his pants. It was only when a finger pressed against his passage that he became aware of it. Startled, he tensed up, wondering how far gone he had to be for that to get past him. Before he had time to consider it a digit pushed its way past his barrier, completely obliterating whatever remained of his ability to think.
Behind the Turk, Genesis kissed the back of the man's neck and continued to ease his middle finger into him. Reno gasped and dropped his head back onto his left shoulder while his left hand latched onto Sephiroth. The Turk's right hand reached backward, seeking him out and Genesis nuzzled it. The auburn circled his left hand to Reno's front and clumsily unbuttoned his pants. Sephiroth quickly took charge of the zipper and the STC gave him a look of thanks. He was pretty dexterous but lowering a zipper with one hand? Not impossible but there was no way he wanted to risk hurting the redhead. Talk about a mood killer.
Though he'd bottomed many times it had been so long that it took Reno a moment to adjust to the auburn's prodding. He'd just adapted to it when his pants were unfastened and lowered, allowing his throbbing member to spring free. A sigh escaped his lips at his liberation, though it quickly turned into a gasp as fingers brushed against him. His head jerked upright and he once again locked eyes with Sephiroth as the man wrapped a hand around his organ and slowly slid it toward its base. The touch was light, as though the man wasn't sure what he was doing or wondering if he should be doing it, but it left him breathing harder nonetheless.
Though it was difficult, Genesis managed to stay focused and continued to prepare Reno. He could clearly see Sephiroth's motions over the Turk's shoulder and it made his erection twinge so hard it was almost painful. Undaunted he stayed the course and soon added a second finger to the first. When the third slid in with little resistance, he felt the redhead was ready. With a nod at the SSC, he removed his fingers, wrapped an arm around the Turk's chest, and flipped their positions.
Much to his surprise and annoyance Reno whimpered at the sudden empty feeling in his rear. He wanted to cry when the hand abandoned his cock. The redhead started to reach out, to what he wasn't certain, but the motion was halted and his mind thrown into chaos as he unexpectedly found himself staring at the kitchen. Genesis appeared before him and he blinked stupidly, wondering when the man had let go of him, let alone moved out from behind him.
"Stretch out your legs" the auburn commanded. When the Turk didn't move he arched an eyebrow and tapped the man's forehead. Finally the man blinked and extended his legs. "Gods you're positively delectable when you're out of your mind."
Reno opened his mouth but it quickly snapped closed as Genesis pushed him onto his back, wrapped a hand around his member, and gave it a quick, firm stroke. A shot of pleasure ran though him that was so powerful his back arched off the bed and it left him gasping for breath. He distantly felt tugging around his ankles and had enough mental capacity to discern that his pants were being removed. Suddenly the auburn appeared again, ran a finger along his jaw line, grabbed both of his hands, and then pulled him upright. Once again he wound up on his knees, except this time he wasn't on anyone's lap and Genesis was pressed to his chest. At the scratch of fabric he realized the STC was still fully clothed. Deciding to remedy the situation, he clutched the bottom of the man's shirt and lifted.
Genesis giggled as the Turk hauled his shirt over his head. The garment hadn't even hit the floor before the man moved on to his pants. After a bit of fumbling Reno managed to unfasten them, but before he could do anything else the auburn slid backward and hopped off the bed. He slowly ran his hands down his sides to his hips, hooked his thumbs on his trousers, and lowered the apparel in tiny increments. On the verge of exposing himself he languidly turned, bent forward slightly, then continued to slide the material down. At long last Genesis discarded his pants and turned, finding Reno on hands and knees gazing at him. He fought a shudder as the redhead's hungry eyes traveled over him from head to toe.
As Reno began to creep closer to the edge of the bed, the STC crawled on, stopping him. Their mouths joined in a collision of tongues and teeth that tore a growl from his throat. The auburn purred in response and licked the roof of his mouth like a cat lapping up cream. In return he trailed the tip of his tongue along the underside of the auburn's, making him shiver.
Once he was fully on the bed Genesis continued to advance toward the Turk. Just as he thought he was going to have to back off or risk teeth cutting one or both of them, Reno finally gave up ground and began inching backward. He kept pressing forward until the redhead abruptly stopped and tensed. Seconds later their fervent kissing resumed as the man began to relax. A minute more of oral exploration and the auburn reluctantly pulled back for air.
The STC withdrew and Reno moved to go after him, but instead he gave a startled yelp as hands locked around his upper arms and lifted him upright. Though he was ashamed to admit it he'd been so fascinated by the auburn that he'd practically forgotten about Sephiroth. He now found himself on his knees with his legs outside the silver's and his back pressed against the man's chest. Before he had time to size up the hard organ pressing against his inner thigh Genesis closed the distance between them and licked his throbbing member, shattering his thoughts as effectively as a blow to the head.
"He's incredibly sensitive," Sephiroth said softly, nuzzling the left side of the Turk's neck, earning a sigh of pleasure and contentment.
"Indeed," Genesis replied, giving Reno's dick one last, long lick before sitting up on his haunches. "I'm amazed he hasn't come. I'm about to come and I haven't been penetrated, stroked, and licked."
"Agreed. His control is truly quite admirable."
"Ya do know… I can hear ya, right?" Reno panted.
"Of course," replied the silver. He pressed his mouth against the Turk's ear and whispered, "You may release if you wish. I've no doubt you'll recover before we're finished."
"Definitely," the auburn grinned, placing a hand on the redhead's left cheek. "Your stamina is as amazing as your control."
"Shit," Reno breathed, unable to move since the SSC's hands were still locked on his upper arms. I feel like a plaything for the SOLDIERs. The thought and feeling didn't particularly bother him and he couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.
"You're not a plaything. Please don't think that Reno," Genesis said, rubbing his thumb on the Turk's cheek. For a fraction of a second the redhead's eyes widened and swam with surprise and confusion before returning to normal. It happened so quickly that the auburn wasn't even sure if it had actually happened at all.
"Plaything implies something to toy with and then discard. I do not feel this way about you. About either of you," Sephiroth said. "Besides that a plaything likely wouldn't have any say in what happens to it and you do. For example if you wish one or both of us to stop, your wish would undoubtedly be granted."
"Please don't," whispered the redhead.
"Please don't what?"
"Stop. Please don't stop."
"Your wish is my command."
"Mine as well," Genesis added, mouth so close to the Turk's his lips moved when he spoke. He kissed the man slowly before moving away.
"Now then, shall we continue?" Sephiroth asked. The Turk's head moved up and down ever so slightly and he began nibbling on his ear in response.
Once again Genesis leaned forward, only this time he bypassed Reno and went for Sephiroth. The silver released the ear in his mouth and they shared a kiss similar to the one he'd given the Turk. While their tongues danced, he used his right hand to pick up the small tube next to the SSC's left leg. When the kiss ended, he leaned back, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a healthy amount of lotion onto his hand.
Fingers brushed Sephiroth's swollen member, sending a jolt racing through his system that was so potent it was almost frightening. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before and it left him reeling. How could the barest of touches suck the air out of his lungs and send so much sensation careening throughout his body as to render it useless? Until ten seconds ago he would have said such a thing was impossible or only achievable with the use of magic. I would have been wrong. When Genesis wrapped a hand around his organ so many emotions and so much sensation surged throughout his body that if felt like he was on fire. As the hand began to slowly glide along its length, he moaned and pressed his forehead into the back of the Turk's neck.
Reno gasped as the silver pitched forward slightly. The only thing keeping him upright was Sephiroth's hands, which were still locked onto his upper arms. He hissed as the man tightened his grip to just this side of painful while simultaneously biting the back of his neck. The pressure on his arms and neck increased, however being one who didn't mind a little pain with his pleasure the only noises escaping his throat were that of enjoyment. A hand enveloped the Turk's cock and he cried out, although the sound was muffled by Genesis's mouth, which was suddenly covering his own.
As the auburn pulled away Reno rose and leaned forward, straining against Sephiroth in an attempt to maintain contact. He was only able to move a few inches before the silver halted his motion and he growled in frustration. The hand stroking his member retreated and he started to protest, however he realized there was still a hand between his legs, it just wasn't touching him. With a grin Genesis shifted the hand and he felt the SSC's tip press against his entrance. In the blink of an eye he understand that the auburn's teasing had been a ploy to get him, and probably the silver, into position. Cagey bastard, he thought just as Genesis began to guide Sephiroth inside. As he was penetrated his head snapped back, his eyes widened, and his back arched, allowing more of the silver to slip in. It hurt, but the lightning bolt of pleasure and anticipation that shot through him mostly masked the pain.
Fearing he might hurt himself Genesis stopped the Turk's movement as best he could by locking his right hand into place around the silver's member, preventing it from going in any farther. Apparently understanding the gesture Sephiroth quickly removed his hands from the redhead, slid both arms around the man's chest, and pulled him tight against him, effectively pinning the Turk in place. The action surprised him, as he knew this was the silver's first sexual encounter. He wondered if Sephiroth had researched the subject, if he'd simply made himself more comfortable, or if he'd reacted to his unspoken concern. Whatever the cause he was grateful since he knew the redhead hadn't been the uke in awhile. He knew little about the time before they'd met but he did know it had been at least a month.
After what seemed like an eternity Reno felt the auburn's hand lower. Almost immediately Sephiroth relaxed his grip and he slid further down the man's rigid pole. Restrained as he was there wasn't a thing he could do about it, not that he wanted to. Not entirely true. No, if he could he probably would have fully impaled himself, consequences be damned. Never did have much patience. Once again the SOLDIERs stopped his movement and he dropped his head onto the silver's right shoulder, resigned to his fate.
Genesis trailed his left index finger along the underside of the redhead's chin and he leveled his head. His hooded eyes were a lesson in pleasure and compliance, but just underneath he spotted the Turk's true character. The auburn smiled broadly, somehow knowing without a doubt that nothing, not even the worst mental or physical torture imaginable, could ever truly break the man. In fact, anyone who tried to remove the edge of defiance that was in the Turk's eyes even now would probably be broken instead. In an instant his love for Reno grew and solidified. The man was the very definition of strength and he was indebted to the Gods to have him by his side, especially considering that the future was likely to be anything but predictable. Overwhelmed with emotion he closed the distance between them and slammed their mouths together. The Turk gave a startled yip but quickly reciprocated. A few tongue rolls later Genesis completely released the silver's cock and withdrew his hand.
The SSC's arms loosened and Reno yelped as he slid down the man's dick. As it continued to fill him it awakened things that he had buried long ago. Memories came rushing back; flashes of faces he'd long forgotten, roaming hands, whispered words, tangled sheets, and empty beds. The majority of the images weren't worth remembering, some were amusing, and the rest he'd actually pay to have removed, even if the process involved excruciating pain.
With some effort, Reno managed to shove the recollections away. He could deal with them later, right now he wanted to be in the here and now. After seconds that felt like an hour, the Turk finally reached the end of Sephiroth's member. Damn he's long. The fact that both SOLDIERs had larger than average penises made him wonder if Mako enhanced more than just the five senses. Mako: the Lifestream's weight loss and dick enhancing wonder fix! If he weren't so busy panting and clawing the air he would have laughed at the thought.
Fully nestled within the Turk, Sephiroth fought to center himself. His body was inundated by the sensations rolling up from his groin to such an extent that he felt almost dreamlike. His nerves twitched as though someone was stimulating them with electricity. His veins, his blood, felt as though they were on fire. His skin was an interesting mixture of warmth and coolness, as though an unfelt wind were trying to cool him yet couldn't quite accomplish the task. While all this might be perfectly normal and most would think nothing of it, it left him virtually delirious, which was detrimental since he had been taught that control was of the utmost importance. Delirious and control were by no means interchangeable nor did they function well together. As a result he railed against the voice in his head telling him that he'd done something wrong. That at any second the door would open and he would be punished. On the verge of a panic attack, Sephiroth jumped as something brushed against his left cheek.
"Ngh."
Though he heard the noise the touch was what brought Sephiroth back to his senses. As he once again became aware of his surroundings, he realized the fingers of Reno's left hand were touching his left cheek. That's what I felt. He wondered whether it was a coincidence or whether the redhead's touch had truly quelled his thoughts. Without removing his fingers the man's head dipped forward until his forehead pressed against the auburn's. Sephiroth gently unwound his arms from Reno's torso, causing him to tilt forward slightly. At the movement the Turk's head jerked upright and his arms shoot upward and out until they found purchase on Genesis's shoulders. Arms now free, the SSC placed a hand on each of the redhead's hips and lifted, sliding the man along his member. The sensations from earlier returned and this time he welcomed them, feeling, knowing, that Reno was the cause of them and that they were nothing to fear.
A shudder wracked his body and Reno moaned as he glided along the silver's cock. Though he had been stretched, was well lubricated, and had been given time to adjust, the movement was still somewhat painful. Part of it was the SSC's size and the rest was that his mind and body had forgotten what to expect and how it felt when he bottomed, therefore they forgot how to react. Even with the slight discomfort the Turk couldn't, or wouldn't, complain. Sephiroth was being surprising gentle whether do to uncertainty, lack of confidence, or because it was simply in his nature he couldn't say. Besides, the pleasure he was experiencing made the pain well worth it.
After touring the SSC's dick several more times Reno began moving on his own by scissoring his legs up and down while using the auburn for support. His eyes landed on Genesis's, which were positively swimming with lasciviousness, exhilaration, and love. Without stopping his motion he wrapped his right arm around the man's neck, pulling them closer while simultaneously gripping the auburn's yet untouched organ with his left hand. The STC cried out and lurched forward, shoving him back onto the silver and tearing some unintelligible noise from his throat. Even Sephiroth, who had thus far remained fairly quite, growled in satisfaction.
Genesis swore under his breath and his forehead landed on the Turk's shoulder with an audible thud. The sudden attention to his neglected member nearly caused every muscle in his body to seize. As it was he feared his heart might actually beat its way out of his chest, assuming it didn't explode first. The redhead gave him a gentle squeeze then continued the twisting, up and down pace he'd established. Several strokes later the auburn captured Reno's wrists with his hands. With his palms on the underside of the man's wrists and vice versa, Genesis raised their arms to chest level, then began to move backward, taking the redhead with him.
As Reno began to lean farther forward, his trust issues kicked in and he started to resist. It was like one of those exercises where one person fell backward and relied on another to catch them, except this was face to face. The auburn raised an eyebrow and gave him a gentle tug, as if asking 'are you fucking kidding me?' and he gave in, leaning forward until Genesis supported all the weight of his upper body. The STC continued to move backward gradually until Reno's chest touched the mattresses. Sephiroth's hands returned to his hips and he slid them backward without disconnecting. The movement sent bolts of pleasure racing through his system that left him gasping for breath. Once he recovered he shifted his legs a bit to get more comfortable. With every movement he could feel Sephiroth inside him and apparently it showed, because Genesis grinned wickedly. When he went still the silver began to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The movements were slow and calculated, designed to give them both the maximum amount of pleasure. The STC still held his wrists but after a few strokes he began to move in time to Sephiroth's thrusts as best he could.
For several minutes the STC watched Reno and Sephiroth intently. Reno blinked, pondering the strange look on the man's face. He looked anything but upset, yet the Turk couldn't quite decipher it. Mostly looks turned on. Suddenly the auburn seemed to snap out of whatever trance he'd been in. He let go of Reno's wrists, sat up, and scooted closer. Without prompting the redhead shifted his weight to his forearms, slowly licked the underside of the man's dick, and then traced the tip with his tongue. Finally he raised his head, then plunged downward, taking as much as he could into his mouth at once. When it hit the back of his throat he swallowed, allowing it to go even deeper until at last he hit the end.
Hunched over, Genesis watched his member disappear and fought to stay in place. His entire body tingled and was engulfed in pleasure. He had no idea how long the Turk held him there but eventually he moved upward, wrapping his tongue around him the entire way. Instead of immediately taking him in again, the Turk licked along the underside of his head and along his veins for a while. The auburn ran his right hand through the man's hair, gently kneading his scalp in appreciation. When the man devoured him again, he threw his head back and mewled his enjoyment at the ceiling.
As he burrowed into the Turk over and over again, Sephiroth's stomach began to tighten. Having some experience with his hand he knew what the sensation meant, so he once again slowed his pace, leaned forward, and pressed his chest against the redhead's back. Supporting his weight with his left hand, his right traveled to the redhead's chest, exploring the man's smooth skin while he alternately watched Genesis's face and Reno's actions. Engrossed in the sight he slammed forward, causing the Turk's back to arch and making his entire body shudder violently. Thankfully the auburn wasn't in his mouth, else he might have choked or bitten the man. "Are you alright?"
"He's fine. I think you found the spot," Genesis half breathed, half chuckled.
"Spot?"
"The prostate. It feels exquisite when pressed upon or rubbed against," the auburn replied, thinking the silver must not have done any research after all. That meant that either the SSC had reacted to his earlier concern or he'd simply been making himself comfortable. He was betting on the former.
"I see. I was unaware of that," Sephiroth replied. Knowing where the prostate was, he dove forward and rubbed against it again.
"Ha…ah…aahhhhh," Reno panted, face pressed into the auburn's inner thigh, left hand on the man's member.
"See? Just don't overdo it. Might give him seizures or something," the auburn chuckled.
"I don't believe that is possible."
"Probably not, but you will turn him into a moaning, groaning, panting, writhing, gasping mess."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"No, it doesn't, does it?"
"Shit," Reno gulped just before the silver nudged his spot again. His body jerked and he cried out while furiously trying to blink the spots out of his eyes. A few wicked taps later and the silver returned to his former angle and pace. He wasn't fooled, knowing the man could, and likely would, nail the spot anytime he wished.
Deciding he wasn't going to be the only one reduced to a gibbering mass of flesh, Reno once again inhaled the auburn's cock. Hollowing his cheeks to create suction, he slid toward the man's tip slowing. Genesis squirmed and he grazed his teeth against the man's cock, producing even more sensation. The STC panted and once again began massaging his scalp with his fingers. He watched the man as best he could given the odd angle. Every expression was born of ecstasy, desire, and joy and he loved it.
Submerged in fiery pleasure Genesis knew he probably wouldn't last much longer. Though he could fend it off for a while he didn't think he had the same level of control as his companions. On top of that, it seemed that since he hadn't been touched during most of this encounter everything he was experiencing now was heightened. Whatever the cause, he wasn't ashamed that he'd probably go first. By nature he was a passionate individual and as such he had a tendency to let things consume him. When he felt something, whether physical or emotional, he felt it and when he gave himself over to something, he gave himself over without questions or limits. He knew that to an extent it was a dangerous practice, but so far he'd gotten by, although he had little doubt that someday his nature would probably bite him in the ass. Right now he had no fear of that however, so he let his emotions and the pleasure Reno was giving him run freely throughout his system.
Reno had just come up for air when Sephiroth pressed against his inner button again. Cursing under his breath, he had to forcibly relax his right hand, which was wrapped around the auburn's inner thigh. After several successive blows the silver backed off, resuming his deep, piercing strokes. It took a moment for the redhead to stop shaking and catch his breath but once he had he dutifully resumed his licking and sucking, wanting to hear more of the auburn's sweet voice.
The silver smirked at the Turk's muttered curses and continued to thrust in and out of the man. His eyes landed upon Genesis's face, which held so much raw emotion that it gave him pause. He'd never seen someone so expressive before and he found it fascinating. Strangely when he wasn't moving the redhead's heat was nearly overwhelming on his cock, so he soon began to move once more, spreading and dissipating the warmth along the man's passage.
Genesis squirmed and squiggled as Reno continued to orally please him. Every so often the man's tongue would graze the small fold of skin on the underside of his tip, setting fireworks off inside him. Suddenly the redhead's upper and lower jaw began to move independently. If he were applying any type of pressure he would literally be grinding his dick, however as it was the duel sensations were driving him out of his mind. Not that I have much left. There wasn't a place on his member, or for that matter anywhere on his genitals, that Reno hadn't pampered. As the Turk flattened his tongue and smoothed it up his length the STC knew he was doomed. Apparently so did Reno since he sped up as if to pull the orgasm out of him, which he did.
As the auburn cried out and released, Reno slowed his movements, partially so he wouldn't choke, partially to prolong the man's pleasure, and partially because Sephiroth chose that exact moment to pounce his prostate. Unable to verbalize his euphoria, the redhead removed his right hand from Genesis's inner thigh and dug his fingers into the mattress. Finally the STC stilled beneath him and he released the man with a gasp. Seconds later Genesis bent down and pressed his mouth against his own. It wasn't the longest of kisses, but it was packed full of emotion and passion and said more than mere words were capable of. When the auburn pulled away, Reno dropped until his chest and chin were pressed directly against the mattress. His forearms, which had been supporting most of his weight, now felt like they were made of jelly. He slipped his arms forward, propped himself on his elbows, and gripped the end of the bed with his hands. The position gave him better leverage to move against Sephiroth, not to mention he now had something he could squeeze the shit out of.
With his ass sticking up in the air Reno knew he probably looked ridiculous but so long as Sephiroth continued he could care less. By now he was fully opened and his discomfort had vanished. With every plunge he wiggled his butt from side to side and pushed back against the organ impaling him. The silver's deep thrusts were continuously massaging his prostate, along with every other erogenous zone along the way. He'd almost forgotten how much he enjoyed being penetrated, perhaps because aside from a handful of encounters he hadn't particularly enjoyed it. It had taken someone very special to make him realize that so long as he was with someone he trusted and cared about the act could be extremely enjoyable. I care about Sephiroth? As the SSC slowly ran a hand along his spine he realized that he did care about him. Not as much as he did Genesis and perhaps not in the same way, but there was something there. It would take time and a hell of a lot more mental capacity than he currently had to sort out, but at least for now the basic question had been answered. The redhead closed his eyes and savored the member filling him.
It wasn't long before the release Reno had been keeping at bay began to overwhelm him. His stomach started to flutter, his limbs began to tingle, and he simultaneously felt hot and cold. His cries of passion grew louder yet shorter as the sensations he felt left him gasping and panting for breath. The silver bent and stretched out over him again so that with every movement he felt the man's chest on his back. Silky hair tickled his sides as the man's right hand landed on his hip and his left slid underneath his, pried it off the edge of the bed, and entwined their fingers. The bed shifted and something brushed against his stomach as he felt a sudden rush of warm air on the tip of his dick. His gasp turned into a startled cry as the auburn took him into his mouth and eagerly drank him down. For a heartbeat his body tensed, then trembled violently with the force of his release. He screamed out in bliss as spasms wracked every muscle in his body and his vision dimmed considerably.
The Turk's surrender caused Sephiroth to succumb to the pleasure flowing throughout his body. His motions become rougher, almost jerky, and his hips began moving of their own accord. A surge of heat flooded his limbs as Reno's inner walls began to quiver. With a loud groan he buried himself within the man beneath him and let go. The redhead shuddered and moaned, pressing back against him as he coated his passage with his fluid. Reeling at the potency of his orgasm the SSC panted and fought not to collapse down onto the Turk. Warm hands glided over his back and he shivered, swiveling his head to the right and locking eyes with Genesis. Heart racing, their mouths locked and tongues danced in lazy contentment. When the auburn finally pulled away, he untangled his fingers from Reno's, then slowly withdrew himself and dropped to the bed on the man's side opposite of the STC. He paused as the Turk sighed unhappily and started to move.
"What's wrong?" Genesis asked, beating the silver to the punch.
"Thirsty yo."
"I'll get it," the auburn chirped, sliding off the bed. "Crawling is so undignified."
"Har-de-har," Reno chuckled. "Yer right though. Crawling does suck and that's probably about all I can do about right now."
"Did I injure you?" inquired Sephiroth, concerned.
"No." The silver looked unconvinced so he twisted and placed his left hand on the man's cheek. "Seriously Seph, I'm fine. I'm just really relaxed and I doubt my legs would support my weight. My limbs pretty much feel like jelly yo." After a slight hesitation the SSC nodded.
"You want anything Sephiroth?" Genesis called from the kitchen.
"No thank you."
Glass in hand, the auburn returned to the living room and held it out for Reno. The Turk took it and his gazed landed on Sephiroth.
"Do you mind if I… hold him?" the silver asked.
"Why would I?" the auburn blinked, somewhat taken aback.
"I have already infringed upon your relationship quite a bit."
Genesis started to speak but Reno beat him to it. "Ya didn't infringe on shit. We're all dating, remember?"
"Yes but Genesis did not ha-"
"Have sex with anyone?" the Turk finished. The silver nodded and he chuckled. "True, but he got what he wanted."
"You did?" Sephiroth asked, somewhat confused.
"I- yes," admitted Genesis with a sigh.
There was a pregnant pause before Reno said, "I didn't yo."
"Didn't what?"
"Do this just for you."
The auburn's eyes widened in surprise. "How do you know that's what I was thinking?"
"'Cause I'd be thinkin' the same thing."
"Would one of you fill me in?" interrupted Sephiroth.
"I- ever since you two kissed in Midgar I've wanted to watch you two have sex," confessed Genesis. "Specifically I wanted to watch you nail Reno."
"I see. And you were afraid he went along with things tonight just to please you?"
"Yes."
"I see. There's nothing to be afraid of, he really didn't do it just for you. If he had, I, we, would have been able to tell because he wouldn't have enjoyed it."
"Seph's right yo," Reno said as the STC took his empty glass.
"I know," Genesis chuckled. "Still feel better having it confirmed. You want more water?"
"Nah. Thanks."
"You're welcome," Genesis replied, returning to the kitchen and placing the glass into the sink. When he turned around Reno and Sephiroth were laying on their sides facing each other. The silver held up an arm and the redhead snuggled in. "Hmm, who should I spoon?" he purred, shutting off the light and heading toward the bed. Bathed in faint moonlight, the silver's backside and hair seemed to call to him, so he climbed onto the bed and pressed himself against him.
"Mmm. You feel nice," the silver said quietly.
"So do you. Is he asleep already?" Genesis whispered.
"I believe so."
"I know he's had an eventful few days to say the least. Has he been sleeping?"
"Yes, though it may not have been restful."
"True. Thank you Sephiroth."
"For what?"
"For being there for him and helping us."
"Haven't you already thanked me?"
"Don't remember, don't care, and I'll probably say it again even though words don't truly express my gratitude."
"I wish you would cease."
"Too bad. You do realize how much you're risking don't you?"
"Yes, and I do not care. It is worth it."
"Easy to say that now."
"Regardless of what happens it will still be easy to say that. Goodnight Genesis."
"Goodnight Sephiroth," the auburn replied, sensing the end of the conversation.
As the STC snuggled in against him, Sephiroth shifted his right arm backward, placing his hand on the man's hip. Still holding the sleeping Turk with his left arm, he ran his fingers though his hair then closed his eyes. His mind was mostly devoid of thought, which surprised him considering everything that had just happened. He thought perhaps nothing had sunk in yet, which was fine with him, because right now he was tired. Before long Genesis drifted off and he knew he wasn't too far behind. For the first time in a long time, perhaps in his entire life, he actually looked forward to the future. Tomorrow would come and he didn't mind in the least.