Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Squall, belts 3/3
“You want more?” Seifer asked. “Don't worry, it's coming. If you're this tight around my fingers, I can't wait to feel your ass gripping my cock.”
The fingers were pulled free. Something bigger nudged its way between his cheeks, pushed up against his abused entrance. Squall tried to concentrate on his breathing, but couldn't quite stop the sounds that escaped him as Seifer pushed his way in.
“Fuck,” Seifer swore as he worked his cock in with short, forceful thrusts. It was a little painful and at the same time Squall felt more full than he could remember being in a long time. It seemed like it was all too soon before his muscles relaxed, accepting the intruding flesh. Then Seifer began to move.
It was almost frustrating for Squall, as he realised the blond couldn't get the depth he usually did, and that he had very little leverage in this position. But if he did hold still, the head of Seifer's cock grazed over his prostate with each thrust.
“Seifer,” he gasped. “Do something.”
“Like what?” Seifer grunted.
“Touch me.”
“Beg,” the blond taunted. In retaliation, Squall deliberately tightened his muscles, feeling the convulsive jerk of Seifer's hips in response. The ex-knight swore, but he reached around and worked Squall's cock with quick, hard strokes. Squall groaned in satisfaction. It was some ridiculous point of pride for Seifer that his partner always came first.
He did, spilling over callused fingers with a low moan. Another curse word was heard from behind him, and the sudden flood of warmth inside told him that Seifer had followed suit. Squall tried to catch his breath as he waited for the blond to move.
When Seifer did move, it wasn't to pull out of him. Instead, he found himself tugged back onto the blond's lap. He grunted as the move bought him down firmly on Seifer's semi-hard cock.
“So how was that?” Seifer asked, trailing his hand across Squall's chest.
Squall rolled his eyes. Like the other man needed his ego inflated more than it already was. He twisted his lower legs around, trying to find a more comfortable position with them still bound like that, and his calf brushed against something cool and wet.