|the escaped logician (cadence) wrote in ironman7,|
@ 2007-09-30 21:56:00
|Entry tags:||cadence, final fantasy xii, week 6: prompt 1|
Final Fantasy XII (Basch/Vaan) [week 6 - prompt 1]
Word Count: 400
Summary: Vaan likes to hold his breath.
Vaan likes to hold his breath.
Not just holding it in to see how long he can, like he used to with the other kids at the river, of course. That would be stupid. What he likes is to control his breathing while he touches himself. He takes a shallow breath in, then lets it out slowly as he strokes, until the pleasure and the need for air spin together in his head. Then, when he can't continue without it, another short inhale, and again.
But he can never finish that way. He always has to take deep breaths, then move his hand faster so he can come before the rush of new oxygen is completely gone.
He shouldn't really have done it with the others around, though. He knows he's in trouble when one of his breaths hitch in his throat; if anyone's awake –
"Vaan?" It's Basch who rounds the corner and looks in on him. Vaan freezes, but it just makes it that much more obvious when his dick pulses in his hand at the way Basch's eyes darken.
He realizes he's still holding his breath, and after he lets it out he can't help panting.
"You –" Basch says, and then walks in – yes!—and kneels straddling Vaan's legs, huge bulk looming above him. Then he settles a broad hand over Vaan's mouth.
"You like this?" His voice drops low—god that's hot—and Vaan manages to nod slightly.
Basch increases the pressure over his mouth and nose, and Vaan takes the hint. He strokes himself again, because it's tons better like this, all the weight of Basch's body cutting off his breathing, Basch there close enough for Vaan to feel the heat coming off his skin, but utterly silent as he looks down.
A handful more seconds pass and Vaan's lungs begin to ache; this is the point in his pattern where he'd inhale. His hand's movement falters a bit as the dizziness increases. His vision dims slightly, and his lungs convulse without his consent, but he can't get any air past Basch's hand.
Dimly, Vaan notices Basch's other hand replacing his own on his dick, and even through everything else, that – he needs to gasp, but –
Basch removes his hand. Vaan gulps in air, and Basch strokes him firmly, and Vaan comes hard enough to bring the stars back to his vision.