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Then he was being stretched and filled, drawing ragged moans from Abel before he was encouraged to move, hands still stroking and petting his skin, pushing his pleasure higher. Abel’s hands rested on Seth’s, needing to touch him to verify that it wasn’t a strange dream brought on by too much wine in the hot springs. Dimly, he heard a soft cry and a muffled groan as the scent of sex grew heavy in the air, mixing with the smell of minerals, and he forced his eyes open to find Zack and Cloud were watching them from across the pool, an admiring light in their eyes.
“Think Seth will want to keep this one?” Zack murmured, his voice carrying to Abel over the priest’s pants.
Cloud smiled back at his lover. “Of course Sephiroth will want to keep him. How many other men do you know of with the same shade and length of hair as him?”
Abel’s eyes widened at those words and a desperate whine started in his throat that had little to do with his growing pleasure and everything to do with his growing panic. The man fucking him wasn’t introduced as Seth but Seph, an apparently shortened version of Sephiroth. He was being fucked by the very king he had been sent to open friendly relations with, and he started laughing, slightly hysterical. What a way to start those relations.
Teeth suddenly found a purchase in his shoulder, right where it met his neck, and everything exploded in him. He heard someone screaming in pleasure, but didn’t recognize the voice until he realized that it was coming from his own throat. There was a soft grunt in his ear as Sephiroth thrust into him one last time before his insides were bathed in heat, and the arms tightened around him, keeping him from moving.
“Well, I suppose that’s one way to open friendly relations,” remarked Abel, the words slipping out. Laughter echoed through the cavern as Abel relaxed in Sephiroth’s arms, enjoying the after glow. He’d deal with any other problems later.