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(Im)Possible to Share, Irvine/Seifer/Zell, 233 words, R. Written for ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
porn_battle, the prompt was Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Seifer/Zell, Zell in the middle.
They’d been partners when the idea had first come up to get that small, compact little body between them. Sly eyes and “accidental” touches that had Zell’s face twisted in heated confusion, a stuttered ‘see ya later’ as he disappeared to relieve himself. And they followed, finding him kneeling behind some bushes in some private little corner of Garden, biting his lips as he beat himself off roughly.
They joined him, partners still. One was seductive and gentle, brushing wavy locks from his face as he leaned in and kissed those full lips, still open in shock; the other rough, smirking as he jerked baggy jean shorts down and reached inside, earning a muffled moan from Zell. They fell to the ground, tangling together as clothes were quickly shed.
It may have been when Irvine first pulled Zell’s mouth from Seifer’s, instead devouring it himself. It may have been when Seifer shoved Irvine out of the way and fed Zell his cock instead. Neither of the men were sure, they only really knew that they were no longer partners in this plan. Now rivals, they each sought to pull the most moans, whimpers, and ‘fuck, yeah’s from Zell.
And at the end, panting and tugging Zell closer and glaring at each other over fluffy blonde hair, they both knew that this rivalry was far from over.
porn_battle, the prompt was Final Fantasy VIII, Irvine/Seifer/Zell, Zell in the middle. They’d been partners when the idea had first come up to get that small, compact little body between them. Sly eyes and “accidental” touches that had Zell’s face twisted in heated confusion, a stuttered ‘see ya later’ as he disappeared to relieve himself. And they followed, finding him kneeling behind some bushes in some private little corner of Garden, biting his lips as he beat himself off roughly.
They joined him, partners still. One was seductive and gentle, brushing wavy locks from his face as he leaned in and kissed those full lips, still open in shock; the other rough, smirking as he jerked baggy jean shorts down and reached inside, earning a muffled moan from Zell. They fell to the ground, tangling together as clothes were quickly shed.
It may have been when Irvine first pulled Zell’s mouth from Seifer’s, instead devouring it himself. It may have been when Seifer shoved Irvine out of the way and fed Zell his cock instead. Neither of the men were sure, they only really knew that they were no longer partners in this plan. Now rivals, they each sought to pull the most moans, whimpers, and ‘fuck, yeah’s from Zell.
And at the end, panting and tugging Zell closer and glaring at each other over fluffy blonde hair, they both knew that this rivalry was far from over.