Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Cloud, broken things (2/2)
“Shit,” he hissed, pulling his fingers free and barely remembering to slap some lube on his cock – and it was closed enough to an actual slap that he yelped – before spreading Cloud’s thighs wide with his hands and then guiding himself in to heat and slick and a vice-like grip around his cock that made him want to spill himself right then and there. “Shit!” he cursed again, fingers tightening their holds.
Cloud was making a long, drawn-out noise that was plenty startled, but there were hints of a moan in that too.
“Y’know whatcha like, dontcha? That’s my little hero, yo.” And if that last sentence was crooned out in a tone that was mockingly sweet, it wasn’t like there was anyone else around to hear.
He fucked Cloud harshly, without care for the blond’s pleasure, though it looked like at least part of his body was reacting unconsciously, and gloried in the soft, almost thoughtful sounds he got, like a sleeper stirring. Groaning he shoved himself deeper, bracing his hands in the bedding after a bit because it wasn’t like Cloud could brace himself for the force of each motion.
When he felt sudden wetness from an almost-sleepy orgasm seep against his stomach where he’d been rubbing against the other man’s cock, he growled contentedly, but held back on his own. If this went the way he thought it might, then he had a treat coming up.
“ …Reno?” Sense slowly seeped back into blue eyes, and Cloud stared up at him with fading, confused lust in his eyes, along with a touch of betrayal and dissonance where the mako still held reign. And oh, but he could see more things shatter inside of that glowing gaze when he realized what was going on, and Reno flung his head back with a howl as he came explosively. Yeah. Yeah, he loved that broken look on Cloud.