Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Reno/Cloud, very own pet killer
(For jaded_grin and zilldk’s Hard Time series over in Livejournal)
They joked about it occasionally, but Cloud knew that it was in jest. Especially when Rude would push him down to the couch while Reno held his wrists before they both drove him out of his mind with pleasure.
“Our very own pet killer,” teased Reno, sucking on Cloud’s neck above the simple collar the Turks had claimed Cloud with. “Gonna kill us all with sex one day.”
Rude would only laugh in that soft, gentle way of his as he moved, his large hands stroking and petting the pale skin before reaching up to pull Reno in for a tonsil deep kiss over a wide eyed Cloud who could only watch them. Breaking the kiss, Rude lightly pushed Reno down to Cloud’s hard cock that was painting his belly with precome. “Suck him off, Red.”
Reno laughed and fluttered his lashes. “Yes, Papa Bear.”
Cloud moaned and bucked into that wicked mouth as it descended on his cock only to cry out as Rude managed to hit his prostate head on, sending shocks of pleasure skittering up his spine. He whined as Reno deep throated him, trembling beneath them with the urge to start thrusting into that wet heat. “Papa! Reno!”
The blond was lost in the pleasure the two Turks pulled from his body, and he loved every second of it. There were worse ways to die than fucked to death, and he was looking forward to enjoying this one.