Crossover: Final Fantasy VII/Trinity Blood Sephiroth/Abel/Cloud his treasures 1/2
[Note: And of course I have a whole world unfolding in my head now. *sighs*]
The Mountain King was not one that anybody dared offend.
Child-King he may be, placed upon his throne far too early when his father fell to the claws of a dragon and the blood of the mountain itself, but there was no one who had ever dared to even think of trying to manipulate him. His mother had declined the position of Regent, saying her son was a King in his own right, and had retired to spend the rest of her days waiting for the figment of her love to return to her fragile mind.
Despite all of that, the young King had taken his position and swiftly proved, not only to his Court, but to all of the surrounding nations, that he was worthy of his throne.
His beautiful, exotic pets surely helped reinforce that impression when ambassadors met with him in person.
The two were a matched set, as much as if they were born from the same mother, though they shared no blood. Cloud marked them in mythril with gold filigree, decorating Abel with sapphires to match his eyes and Sephiroth with emeralds for the same. Each wore a bloody red ruby at the center of their collars, which could summon weapons and armor to their bodies with the speed of a thought.
For now though, they wore nothing more than the jewelry their King had given them and the bare skin they had been born in, long hair spilling everywhere.
Legs spread across Sephiroth’s thighs, Cloud arched and moaned as he rocked back into the motions of the man’s cock in his body, and then forward into the wet heat of Abel’s mouth around him. His hands were twisted into silver hair, and he had no idea which belonged to whom; all he knew right then was that Abel was suckling teasingly at the tip of his cock, and Sephiroth had just shifted his angle so that- oh god, right there!
He knew that the courtiers and ambassadors were watching the three of them.
Watching him twist and writhe between the two silver-haired men, a golden-haired man who should still really be called a child, stretched open and impaled and sucked on and held still as the two of them manipulated his body. The thought made his back arch further and his muscles clamp down, wringing Sephiroth’s orgasm from the man with a moan that was muffled against the skin of his neck. Almost in revenge, Abel took the entirety of his cock in, sucking hard, and Cloud gave up his own release.
Panting as he came down from his high, the Mountain King gestured in silent order, feeling Sephiroth lift him and slide free, placing him back down upon the cool stone of his throne before kneeling once more at his feet, next to Abel. The two cleaned each other with licks, Abel ducking down to clean up the traces of release from Sephiroth’s cock, and then holding still while his face and mouth were cleaned in return, ending in a kiss as the two of them curled around each other. Neither reached a hand to deal with Abel’s erection, red and straining against his belly.
Cloud stretched as they dealt with each other, and finally looked up toward his courtiers when they settled, each one a warm weight against his legs.