Final Fantasy VII, Reeve/Cloud, finding a place to belong
“Delivering a package for me, hm?” Reeve chuckled, and then gasped as Cloud tightened around his cock as the blond lowered himself down.
“I was!” The protest went unheeded for a few seconds, as both of them held very still, Reeve gripping the arms of his office chair as Cloud rested in his lap, waiting out the first few moments of tense and pleasure. Then they relaxed as one, the younger man rocking forward a bit, and then back to get used to the feeling.
“I don’t think a bottle of lube is a usual delivery,” was purred after a short time, and Reeve shifted his grip to Cloud’s hips to help support him.
“Good enough reason for me to come home,” Cloud said, one hand resting on one of Reeve’s, while the other shifted to lie on the suited chest, tie knocked askew and fabric rumpled, but otherwise untouched in their haste to get to this part of the act. His own pants lay somewhere across the room, dropped beside his boots in his eagerness to strip as soon as the door had been closed and locked, and his armor, shirt, and gloves were scattered somewhere along the way.
“Missed you,” Reeve murmured as he started moving as well, and then neither of them could think long enough to make any sort of coherent sentence.
Eventually Cloud would have to go back to his deliveries, and Reeve had an office full of paperwork to do with more on the way, but that was later. Now was just for each other, their own version of “home.”