Re: Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Squall, belts 2/3
“You'd better believe it.” The pants came free and were tossed aside. Squall followed their trajectory with a small frown. He wished Seifer would be a bit more careful with his clothing. Would it hurt for him to put them down somewhere, tidily?
“Heh. I have an idea.”
Squall looked back in time to see Seifer grab his legs and push them together. A belt was looped about his lower thighs and fastened securely.
“What -”
“Relax, Squally-boy, you'll enjoy this,” Seifer purred. Then he laughed. “When haven't you enjoyed it?”
“Smug basta-” The rest of the word disappeared into a startled exclamation as the larger man flipped him over. If there was one thing that annoyed Squall about Seifer, it was that he always had been, and likely always would be, physically stronger than him.
That, and the fact that he was an arrogant prick.
The change in position left him resting on his elbows, bound hands pushed up against the sofa arm, and his ass in the air. The fabric, while comfortable enough against his back, proved just a little too rough in texture for the sensitive flesh of his cock, and he squirmed a little, trying to alleviate the unpleasant friction. But that only succeeded in raising his ass further, and he stopped, disgruntled at being placed in such an undignified position.
“Somebody's eager for it.” Seifer's hand came down on his exposed flesh in an open-handed smack.
Squall hoped he hadn't noticed the way his breath caught as the blow landed. “Somebody thinks somebody else should stop fooling around and get on with it,” he growled. He could feel the heat radiating from the hand-print on his ass.
The blond paid his words little attention. Instead, he ran a finger over the reddened skin. “You have no idea how tempting it is, seeing you with your ass on offer like this. I bet it'd look real pretty with some bright red stripes across it.”
Squall tensed, not sure he was all that happy with the idea of Seifer whipping him with one of his belts even if he did like things a little rough sometimes. But the blond just tapped the glowing hand-print and said, “Ah, well, some other time.”
The brunet craned his head around as Seifer stood up, alarmed. But it seemed like he was just getting undressed. Once he was naked, he scooped up the bottle of lubricant from the coffee-table, and settled behind him once again.
Squall hissed in outrage as cold liquid dribbled down between his cheeks, but his protest was cut off as Seifer's fingers followed, rubbing against his entrance. A muffled noise that sounded far too needy came out instead.
“You like that?”
He could hear the smirk in Seifer's voice as he tugged him up and back a little more, settling with one knee on either side of his legs. The finger dipped down to rub cold fluid against his balls before sliding back up to dip inside him. It wasn't easy.
“See, you're tight like this. Can't spread your legs for me, can't open up as much. I have to force it.” And he did just that, two fingers shoving inside as Squall gave a startled yell. The fingers twisted, and he panted, resting his head against his bound arms as he tried to maintain a little composure. He could feel the hard shape of the buckle pressing against his forehead, the cool metal gradually warming. The fingers moved again, and his hips jerked, helplessly.
“You like that, don't you?”
There was a cruel edge to Seifer's voice, but Squall had always accepted the fact that Seifer would never be a nice guy, not by most people's standards. He had his good points, and it was probably his own perversity that made Squall sometimes list this amongst them. A third finger joined them, corkscrewing roughly as they attempt to stretch his opening. He pushed back against them, but it was futile: with his legs together like this, they couldn't reach that deep.