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porn_battle and the prompt was Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Zell, chocobos.
“I’m not having sex here,” Seifer said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at Zell. “It’s disgusting.”
“Oh, what?” Zell rolled his eyes. “Is the hay not soft enough? The atmosphere not romantic enough? Damn it, Seifer, we can’t afford a room at the hotel! You’re such a fucking-”
“Fine,” Seifer said icily, slipping off his coat and hanging it over the stable fence, before pushing Zell down in the hay and kissing him roughly, jerking his jean shorts open and pulling his dick out.
“Shit! Your hands are cold,” Zell muttered against Seifer’s lips and Seifer smirked, hands squeezing sharply around Zell’s cock.
“Let me warm them up for you,” he said, stroking Zell in a punishing rhythm. Moaning, Zell grabbed hold of his forearms, head tilting back against the hay and turned so that all Seifer could see was that dark, curving tattoo.
“You planning on getting undress?” Zell asked between gasps. “I don’t mind being the only one to get off, if that’s h-”
“Chickenwuss, you talk more than most women do,” Seifer said and swallowed his indignation with another kiss, grabbing Zell’s hands and bringing them down to his groin; taking the hint, Zell opened his pants and reached inside, fingers ghosting over his cock in shivery little strokes.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Seifer ground out and Zell smirked, bearing his eyeteeth. A warbled quark interrupted them and they looked in at the next pen over. Three chocobos stood, eyes bright as they stared down at Seifer and Zell curiously.
“That’s it,” Seifer said, standing and pulling Zell up with him. Grabbing his coat, he glared at Zell. “I’m not having sex in front of a bunch of voyeuristic birds, I don’t care how closely related you are to them.”
“What the fuc-”
Seifer interrupted Zell’s fury. “Shut up. I’m getting us a room at that hotel.”
porn_battle and the prompt was Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Zell, chocobos.“I’m not having sex here,” Seifer said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at Zell. “It’s disgusting.”
“Oh, what?” Zell rolled his eyes. “Is the hay not soft enough? The atmosphere not romantic enough? Damn it, Seifer, we can’t afford a room at the hotel! You’re such a fucking-”
“Fine,” Seifer said icily, slipping off his coat and hanging it over the stable fence, before pushing Zell down in the hay and kissing him roughly, jerking his jean shorts open and pulling his dick out.
“Shit! Your hands are cold,” Zell muttered against Seifer’s lips and Seifer smirked, hands squeezing sharply around Zell’s cock.
“Let me warm them up for you,” he said, stroking Zell in a punishing rhythm. Moaning, Zell grabbed hold of his forearms, head tilting back against the hay and turned so that all Seifer could see was that dark, curving tattoo.
“You planning on getting undress?” Zell asked between gasps. “I don’t mind being the only one to get off, if that’s h-”
“Chickenwuss, you talk more than most women do,” Seifer said and swallowed his indignation with another kiss, grabbing Zell’s hands and bringing them down to his groin; taking the hint, Zell opened his pants and reached inside, fingers ghosting over his cock in shivery little strokes.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Seifer ground out and Zell smirked, bearing his eyeteeth. A warbled quark interrupted them and they looked in at the next pen over. Three chocobos stood, eyes bright as they stared down at Seifer and Zell curiously.
“That’s it,” Seifer said, standing and pulling Zell up with him. Grabbing his coat, he glared at Zell. “I’m not having sex in front of a bunch of voyeuristic birds, I don’t care how closely related you are to them.”
“What the fuc-”
Seifer interrupted Zell’s fury. “Shut up. I’m getting us a room at that hotel.”