InsaneJournal

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He liked to hear them.

That didn't change with the fact that even he with his upbringing knew that it was wrong on so many levels, or that it was well past midnight and he had a drill to supervise early in the morning.

He turned on his back, long moonlight hair fanning out under and around him on the black pillow as he let his eyes fall closed and listened to the sound of heavy breaths and the subtle rustle of clothes, barely there even for his enhanced hearing. Until there was the scream of leather on leather followed by a low moan, and he squeezed his eyes even more firmly shut.

He shouldn't be doing this, he knew.

But then there was a chuckle, a breathless gasp, a belt hitting the floor with a metallic clink and then that sweet moan again, so wanton and seductive, so uniquely Genesis. The swish must've been the pants sliding down those gorgeous long legs, and he could see it all too clearly in his minds eye, Angeal's large hands working it down the smooth skin just a few shades lighter than his, pressing butterfly kisses to those sinfully tempting thighs.

A groan, the voice this time deeper and rougher, but nonetheless beautiful reached his ears sending a shiver down his spine. He knew this sound as he knew all the sounds they made, conscious or not, and this one signalled a certain border crossed, flooding his veins with pure excitement.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this even as he sneaked his hand under the covers, sliding it over his abdomen and feeling the muscles quiver slightly at the sloppy, wet sounds of a kiss turning into a series of kisses accompanied by harsh pants and softer gasps. He imagined how it would feel, to have those lips pressed to his, kiss them bruised, feel the wet heat of their tongues sliding against his, curling around his teasingly...

He rested his fingers on his thigh, feeling the tension there that was vibrating through his body in delicious tides as he kept on listening to Angeal's chuckles and sighs and Genesis' mouth spilling lecherous obscenities, playing out everything behind his closed lids, every caress of fingertips, every scrape of nails and teeth. 

He felt himself growing painfully hard as the sounds escalated, sharper, needier, louder; oh gods did he wish they were there on the black sheets with him, so he could feel them, touch them, taste them... He imagined his fingers getting lost in silky strands of red and black, so astonishing in their contrast, his lips tracing the smooth expanses of skin bared for pleasure and could hear his name escaping their lips in a breathless plea for more, always for more, for enough.

Swallowing back a groan he reached out with his right hand, blindly rummaging through the top drawer of the nightstand and pulling out a tube of lube. An impatient flick and the cap was open, and he coated his fingers liberally with the slick substance, bottle falling forgotten to the bed and getting lost in the folds of the blanket now kicked off, his naked body exposed to the caress of blissfully cool air on his heated skin.

He wrapped one of his slick hands around his cock, starting a rythm that matched the fervent noises from Angeal and Genesis while he slid the other under his thigh, letting out a small hiss as he felt the coldness of the liquid on his feverish skin, but just like the other two, he was far too impatient to wait any longer, and when he heard the twin moans ending in gasps, he pushed a finger inside. Lips parted in a soundless moan of his own he added another, pushing harder, deeper, quickly finding what he was searching for, his other hand never stopping for a moment as his hips rocked as if on their own will, working him towards completion.

So close, so close, so close... His hair was sticking to his face, chest heaving with heavy breaths, and when he heard the all too familiar cries of pure extasy, it took just that before he too, came, biting his lower lip to silence his moan, muscles tense like piano wires before he collapsed back on the messy black sheets with a quiet gasp, the afterglow of his orgasm settling heavy and sweet over his limbs. 

Silent, sinful bliss.

Even the sounds from the other side disappeared, leaving Sephiroth with a painful realization that he was all alone.

Until Genesis' mocking chuckle broke the silence. "Hope you enjoyed yourself," his voice turned into a muffled purr. "Can't wait to do this again when you are back." For a moment, Sephiroth searched blindly before he found the source and he lifted the cell phone to his ear.

"I trust you to survive those two days left," he answered with a purr of his own.

"Highly unlikely," the redhead sighed dramatically, and he felt the corner of his lips curve.

"Goodnight, Genesis. Angeal."

And then, just before he flipped the phone shut, he heard the unmistakable steady tone of their third - Angeal.

"And we miss you too."