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| Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: cc, author: sphinxofthenile |
Pick Your Poison, Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core (Sephiroth/Angeal/Genesis)
Title: Pick Your Poison
Author: sphinxofthenile
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack
Word count: 325
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core, Genesis depilation - the smoothness turns him on
Summary: To him, it made sense.
A/N: My apologies.
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Some thought he was wired a bit awkwardly, some downright considered him a masochist.
In reality, he thought himself a sensible man – what was enduring a little pain when one could compare it to the outcome and see what could be gained with just a little endurance? Supporting a wounded comrade with an arm that had a bullet hole in it just so he could still use his sword hand… he’d been there, done that, and people thought it was heroic. What was the difference between that and depilation, really?
Besides depilation not hurting half as much, of course.
And he just couldn’t help it, he liked his skin smooth like a baby’s, supple, silky under his fingers. Which, of course, was not to say he despised body hair in its entirety, he smiled a little to himself as he massaged lotion into his sensitised skin. After all, that would mean permanently banning Angeal from their bed, as he couldn’t quite picture talking his childhood friend into following his example. Besides, when Angeal’s beard scraped his skin, oh sweet Shiva…
“Mmm, taking your sweet time again,” came a low purr against his ear.
“Why, am I missing out on something?” he smirked, movements never faltering.
“Not yet, but if you don’t hurry up, you might just miss Angeal getting the best blowjob of his life,” Sephiroth threatened with a smirk of his own, but showed no signs of moving away, pressing up against Genesis from behind instead.
If there was anything he loved more than Angeal’s stubble, it definitely had to be having Sephiroth’s body wrapped around him, hard muscles taut under miles of perfectly smooth, pale skin that only served to reinforce his obsession with his own body.
No, he certainly couldn’t care less about pain, he thought as those strong hands stroked the back of his thighs appreciatively, lips cajoling him to leave for the bedroom.
He was all too willing to comply.
Some thought he was wired a bit awkwardly, some downright considered him a masochist.
In reality, he thought himself a sensible man – what was enduring a little pain when one could compare it to the outcome and see what could be gained with just a little endurance? Supporting a wounded comrade with an arm that had a bullet hole in it just so he could still use his sword hand… he’d been there, done that, and people thought it was heroic. What was the difference between that and depilation, really?
Besides depilation not hurting half as much, of course.
And he just couldn’t help it, he liked his skin smooth like a baby’s, supple, silky under his fingers. Which, of course, was not to say he despised body hair in its entirety, he smiled a little to himself as he massaged lotion into his sensitised skin. After all, that would mean permanently banning Angeal from their bed, as he couldn’t quite picture talking his childhood friend into following his example. Besides, when Angeal’s beard scraped his skin, oh sweet Shiva…
“Mmm, taking your sweet time again,” came a low purr against his ear.
“Why, am I missing out on something?” he smirked, movements never faltering.
“Not yet, but if you don’t hurry up, you might just miss Angeal getting the best blowjob of his life,” Sephiroth threatened with a smirk of his own, but showed no signs of moving away, pressing up against Genesis from behind instead.
If there was anything he loved more than Angeal’s stubble, it definitely had to be having Sephiroth’s body wrapped around him, hard muscles taut under miles of perfectly smooth, pale skin that only served to reinforce his obsession with his own body.
No, he certainly couldn’t care less about pain, he thought as those strong hands stroked the back of his thighs appreciatively, lips cajoling him to leave for the bedroom.
He was all too willing to comply.