See? I may be a tease, but I don't tease too long. ^_^
"I want this...and you want it too."
Any protest he might have had was cut off when Squall's mouth again closed over his own, his tongue teasing its way between Laguna's lips, persuading him to this without words.
Uncertainly, distantly horrified at what he was doing, Laguna opened his mouth and allowed his own tongue to push back, tasting coffee, heat...
He twisted his head to the side, breaking the kiss, "No. Squall, please, I...ah!" Choked on his own words as Squall slid down and pressed his face against Laguna's stomach. He breathed in deeply, tickling air across the taut skin before nuzzling his way back upward, flicking his tongue over the nub of one nipple and dragging a startled gasp from Laguna.
Callused hands rubbed their way down his shoulder blades, surprisingly soothing, and it was nothing that Laguna would have expected from this boy. Gentle coaxing, sweet persuasion and this was like...this was more like...
Those same, strong hands cupped Laguna's backside, holding him still for the press of hips against his own and a moan escaped him at the feel of the younger man's erection pushing against his own. No, this was nothing like her, like nothing he'd ever done before despite all the rumors he knew had flown around Esther about him and Kiros.
His own pants were neatly stripped away, smoothed down his legs before his whirling senses could come up with a single objection. Naked heat pressed against him, and when had Squall taken off his own clothes? He didn't know. Desperately, he arched upward, wanting to escape from the cool touch of air, to immerse himself in far too wonderful heat.
He couldn't speak, couldn't think, was trying to comprehend why he suddenly felt the coolness of sheets against the front of his body when the sudden feeling of slick fingers pressing inside him made things a little too clear.
Yes, this was definitely something he'd never done and oh Gods, oh
-fuck- this was wrong, this was so wrong and it felt so perfectly right. To be naked, sprawled across this bed with this achingly beautiful young man pressing his way inside him.
Hissing softly, Laguna buried his face into the pillow as he felt tears sting his eyelids. Not just physical pain, although there was enough of that. Some part of him, buried deep within, was dying, a flower he'd held in his heart for some eighteen years was finally shedding its petals as it wilted away.
A name hovered on his lips, the woman he'd loved, the wife he'd had so briefly but when he managed to whisper, his own voice nearly strangling him, the name that escaped was "Squall."
Lips brushed his ear, warm breath stirring the fine strands of hair hiding it. "Laguna. Relax, shh, it's all right." A hand gently petted his thigh, slipping around the curve of his hip, searching. He hissed again as Squall's fingers teased their way between his legs, stroking the heaviness of his balls before wrapping around his erection.
Laguna wasn't sure which one of them said it, was beyond caring as Squall shifted against him, pulling out slightly before thrusting strongly forward, and it hurt, a deep pain he'd never felt before and it was so good, so deep inside. Another deep thrust, another and suddenly Squall paused, arms wrapping tightly around Laguna, forcing him to stillness as well.
"Tell me you want this," he said, softly, little more than a puff of breath against Laguna's ear.
Laguna shook his head frantically, trying to push backwards.
"Tell me. Tell me I'm not forcing you to do this."
Wrong. So very, very wrong and the tears wouldn't be held this time. "I want this," he whispered thickly.
A deep thrust, and Laguna cried out sharply, his voice dropping to a whimper as Squall stopped.
"I want this," he gasped, tasting wetness and salt as his heart quietly broke.
"Again," Panted harshly as Squall pushed forward hard. "Say it again, please, say it again."
"I want this, Gods, I want this, I want...I..." Laguna's voice trailed away, words losing themselves within his desperate moans as he clutched at the sheets, rocking backwards as hard as he could.
Pain, deep, wrenching pain and it was so very good, Squall's hand stroking him quickly, both of them struggling against each other, Squall's only sounds the harshness of his breathing until his breath caught, held, the softest of groans escaping him. Hazily, Laguna felt a sudden rush of warmth inside, liquid heat bathing him and he bit his tongue, tasting blood as he came, pain washed away by hot ecstasy and a muted whimper escaped him anyway as he finally yielded, unwillingly, the last, piercing shards of his broken heart whisked away in the flood of pleasure.
His trembling arms collapsed beneath him, refusing to take the sudden heavy weight of Squall on his back. Still breathing heavily, Squall shifted to press his cheek against Laguna's shoulder, rubbing it gently against the smooth skin.
Beneath the fog of contentment, reality was relentlessly pushing its way back into Laguna's thoughts. Gods, what had they done? What had -he- done? He closed his eyes tightly, feeling wetness creeping its way down the backs of his thighs and he was hardly able to bear it. Raine, I'm sorry, so very...
"Thank you." Very softly against his ear, and Laguna blinked to hear the huskiness in Squall's voice, what was, perhaps, the faintest trace of his own tears.
Carefully, wincing as newly stretched muscles protested, Laguna shifted, moving to carefully wrap his arms around the younger man. Squall sighed, burying his face in Laguna's chest as he promptly fell asleep.
Just like a man, Laguna thought, biting back somewhat hysterical laughter. He rested his cheek against the softness of Squall's hair, breathing in deeply the faint traces of soap, the rich musk of sex.
His body stirred again at the scent, and Laguna squeezed his eyes closed, helplessly. Not again, he decided. Never, ever again. But just for tonight he lay awake, dry-eyed as he held his son.