Final Fantasy VII, Any, materia as sex toys pt 2
A jolt up his spine, and Sephiroth moved, like he would if Angeal was still male.
That seemed to be what the other was going for, because he met Sephiroth’s actions immediately, and Sephiroth groaned again. Still Angeal. Smaller, more compact, but still Angeal.
After that, he just moved, dipping in for a hard kiss as he rocked against Angeal.
Things didn’t last long, the novelty and the sounds that kept escaping Angeal, and Sephiroth could feel things coming to a head. But he locked down as best he could, because Angeal was still making needy sounds, and Sephiroth was -not- going to let him go unsatisfied. He wanted to do this again, and it had a better chance of happening if he made sure Angeal enjoyed this as well.
Then Angeal groaned, and things tightening on Sephiroth that tore a moan from him. Okay, liked girl bodies, and he shuddered hard, vision going white for a moment.
Panting, he felt more shivers as Angeal continued to flex on him, mouth almost dry as he tried breathing.
Finally, he felt Angeal relax, and there was a moment of them just staying still, Sephiroth’s weight against Angeal, both of them against the wall. Arching slowly under the absent petting down his side that Angeal was doing, Sephiroth tried to gather her scrambled brains.
Turned out the petting wasn’t so absent as there was a flare of magic, and Sephiroth felt himself change. He didn’t shrink, but things shifted, and he lost that connection with Angeal.
And the feel of breasts against breasts was odd.
Blinking a bit dazedly, he looked at Angeal. Who smirked back.