Final Fantasy VII Vincent/Yuffie sweet tea
“I’ve never liked sugar in my tea,” she tells him, leaning forward to investigate this anomaly. Her lips press against his without force, he parts his for her, lets her taste the sweetness from his mouth. She takes his allowance of the kiss and makes in into an invitation. Her hands grip his hair, titling his head back as she goes from leaning into him to straddling his lap; from below him to above him. Aroused, he curls his hands around the backs of her thighs, long pale fingers and sharp metallic digits digging into the inside of her thighs.
She forces his head back further, escalating the kiss from insistent to crushing. The guttural sound he makes in response is rewarded with a bruising bite to his lower lip and a sweet smile, mouth just touching his as she breaks away. “I like sugar in your tea,” she tells him, her smile turning wicked as she slides from his grip to press her slight body against his. He immediately misses having her above him.
“Spread your legs more,” she orders him, sounding almost distracted as she adjusts her grip on his shoulders and pushes her hips down.
He doesn’t need the command, his body already reacting to the desire for contact, but it arouses him further; nearly as much as her grinding against him. And she does grind against him, her body sliding up and down, rough and rhythmic. He cups her ass with both hands, holding her harder against him; she makes a sound that’s half gasp and half sigh when he presses her into him.
They never get around to taking their clothes off.
“It’s just as well,” she says afterwards, still breathless, “you can finish your sweet tea this way.”