Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 29 Apr 2011
Summary: 09 June 2000 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: apothegm, noun;
1. A short, witty, and instructive saying.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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Kain grinned broadly as he lied on his side, his head propped up on the palm of his hand, and chocolate eyes gazed down at his deeply unconscious companion. It had taken months to convince Cecil that it wasn't wrong – people did it all the time – and he need not be such a prude. After all, wouldn't he prefer to have some practice before he lied with a woman? He'd sounded pretty convincing in his argument, too, even though it had been total bullocks – Kain wasn't about to let Cecil gain the type of experience he'd need through taking him, but he could be pretty persuasive. Yet still the younger knight had been abashed and uncertain, and had backed off like a frightened rabbit when he became overwhelmed. Kain had let him, although it was tiring and wearing at his patience, and yet the dragoon could honestly say that it had been worth it in the end. The bloodless prince was weird in that he really didn't understand intimacy. Surely he had dreams about such things? But Cecil denied it, and, frankly, Kain believed him after he'd ended up having to explain masturbation – and what an embarrassing conversation that had been.
After introducing the younger teen to touching himself, the blonde moved on to various other avenues of interest, and eventually managed to get the bloodless prince to orally pleasure him. Cecil learned quickly when he applied himself, and that certainly took the edge off for the dragoon. He still wanted more, though, because the younger knight had the plumpest, roundest backside and Kain wanted to lay claim to that pale perfection as soon as possible. It still took quite a while to get Cecil to comply, and the dragoon had nearly cried when he had first sunk into the velvet heat of the slender body beneath him. As much as possible, the blonde had strung it out and tried to make it last, because there was always a chance that Cecil wouldn't like it in the end. The bloodless prince, as it turned out, really liked to be speared, and Kain really liked to do the spearing. Once the younger teen adjusted better, the dragoon would work on changing things around. In the meantime, he was going to take it slow still, and revel in every scrap of ground he gained. His mother had always told him that he had to crawl before he could walk, and his father had affirmed that he had to walk before he could fly.