guiltyred (guiltyred) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-02-24 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: ac, author: guiltyred |
Differences and Similarities, Final Fantasy VII Advent Children (Kadaj/Loz/Yazoo)
Title: Differences and Similarities
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sex.
Word count: ~680
Prompt: hair!kink - a foreign feeling
Summary: Loz and Yazuu consider the differences among them, and what these might mean about the nature of their God.
A/N: This was due on the 6th – also, I didn’t get much Kadaj-time in this one; please forgive!
Yazuu smiles that tiny, perfect smile, tilts his head and states, “I know.” Then he confuses me: “But…why?”
I frown at him, fingers still idly carding through the fine strands. “What do you mean, ‘why?’ It’s just pretty.”
Yazuu sighs and reaches up to grasp a handful of my hair. “Yours is different,” he says without answering me.
I shrug. “We’re all different. Kadaj is different too, you know.”
“I know. That’s why I wonder, sometimes…” His hand moves down to cup my face, thumb playing with the hair framing my cheekbone. His eyes look sleepy.
“Wonder what?” I murmur, leaning into his caress.
“You have hair here, but neither Kadaj or I do,” he says, not judging, his tone curious in an idle way. “My hair is long, but falls differently. And Kadaj’s hair is so fine it lifts without wind.” His hand trails lower, exploring the contours of my throat. “Even this is different…”
I swallow, aware of the light pressure there. “Is that bad?”
“No. It’s not.”
My hand stopped moving some time ago, I can’t remember exactly when. I let the strands of Yazuu’s hair slip through my fingers, then brush the back of my hand down his cheek and along his neck. He’s so delicate, where I am large and clumsy…
“What do you suppose He will be like?”
I swallow again, this time from a pressure inside my throat. “I…I don’t know.”
Yazuu leans in, his expression purely wicked. He trails his hair across my cheek, then lowers his mouth to my neck and bites, a quick, sharp, nip.
I let out a startled yelp, and he laughs against my skin.
“Do you think he has hair like mine, or like yours?” Yazuu murmurs, nuzzling where neck meets shoulder. “Or will it be like Kadaj?”
“I…I still don’t know,” I manage to gasp.
Yazuu leans back and frowns slightly. Before I can react, he’s pushed me back onto the ground and seated himself on top of me. “What do you imagine, Loz?”
I blink up at him, confused.
“You know,” Yazuu purrs, reaching underneath himself to grip me through the leathers, “when you do this? You imagine Him, don’t you?”
“Sometimes.”
“Well? What does He look like?” As he speaks, he’s backing off of me, slinking down between my legs, his clever fingers working at my gear. “And what do you imagine him doing to you?”
My mouth is suddenly very dry. “I don’t…”
“You do, I know you do,” Yazuu states through a grin. He frees me from my pants, looks down at my hardness. “You’re thinking about Him now, aren’t you?”
My face feels like it’s on fire. “Maybe…”
“Think about Him, Loz.” Yazuu lowers his mouth and breaths across my bare skin. He moves back a little, and a soft curtain of silver hair brushes over my cock. “Tell me, does He have hair like mine?”
I groan and close my eyes. “Yeah, only longer.”
“Hmm…” Soft hair flickers against me again, then hot breath, then tongue. Yazuu suckles the very tip of my cock for a few blissful seconds, then pulls back to play with his hair on me again. “Longer? So it’s not like Kadaj, then?”
I shake my head. “No, not like Kadaj. Like you.”
“When you think about Him,” Yazuu whispers, lowering his mouth again, “does He do this?”
My hips buck upward as his lips close around me. I reach down and tangle one hand in his hair, holding him there.
I can feel him laughing around me, the vibration of it sending me higher.
In my mind I can see Him, large like me, clever like Kadaj, and beautiful – terribly, impossibly beautiful, with long moonlight hair and a perfect mouth, like Yazuu, and that mouth would be wicked and hot and demanding, and his hair would trail across my belly –
I come with a shout, thrusting up into Yazuu’s mouth, knowing somehow that His mouth would not be so very different.