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Conference Call (Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, R)
Title: Conference Call
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queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: m/m, blow job
Word count: 786
Prompt: - FFVII, Sephiroth/Cloud: blow job, Power issues (kneeling beneath a desk and blowing someone who's on the phone) - he didn't mind; he liked trying to make the General's breath hitch while in middle of a conference call.
A/N: This was due June 11. I apologize for my tardiness. I started a new job and fell behind.
"We'll talk about it later," Sephiroth said in dismissal.
"No." Cloud leaned forward. "I want to talk about it now."
"I have an appointment and if you're not out of here in..." The general broke off at the sound of commotion outside his office. "Too late." Shoving his chair back from the executive desk, he commanded, "Hide."
Cloud bristled. Leave it to Sephiroth to shrug him off.
His anger turned to concern at the shuffle of booted footsteps and the chatter of conversation that neared the door. True, the general would take the brunt of the embarrassment and reprimands if their on-again/off-again relationship was discovered, but Cloud didn't want to know what the effects of discovery would have on him, personally, either.
So he scrambled beneath the desk, amazed at the amount of room beneath it. Sephiroth had just slid the chair back into place, his leather-clad legs inches from Cloud’s face when the door burst open.
“You’re on time,” Sephiroth observed in his almost arrogant tone.
“Hojo’s waiting for us to call.” It was Genesis. “This mission is important, Sephiroth.”
“Sit down.” The phone rang. “I’ve already got him on the line.”
One by one, the feet that had gathered around the front of Sephiroth’s desk—four pair, if Cloud had counted right—vanished. Cloud heard one grumble as they all dropped into chairs.
He hoped the call didn’t last forever, twisted into a more comfortable position when one leg went to sleep. Sephiroth struck out with one foot. It was a warning, but Cloud took it as a challenge, grabbing the foot, holding it while he contemplated. There had to be a way to make the general squirm.
The opening was obvious when he found himself face to leather with Sephiroth’s crotch. He could get even and maybe even enjoy himself, too.
Releasing the general’s foot, he shouldered it aside before Sephiroth could move it back into place to protect himself. Just as quickly, he fingered the zipper on the leather pants, drew it down before the older man could stop him, and thrust his hands inside.
The general wore no underclothing beneath the supple leather. It was easy to draw him out, shove the leather aside. There was a moment when Sephiroth tensed, then squirmed, but he eased down into his chair a second later, allowing Cloud greater accommodation.
With a grin, Cloud leaned closer, took a moment to linger over the hardening cock, allowed his breath to warm Sephiroth’s skin. The general shuddered, eased down further still.
“Is something wrong?” Zack this time.
“Are you ill?” Angeal.
“Couldn’t be better.” Sephiroth’s voice was smug.
The chatter continued around them, but Cloud’s world narrowed to the space beneath the desk. He tasted Sephiroth with the tip of his tongue, wound it around the slit until the general twitched.
He’d hardly taken the dick into his mouth when Sephiroth leaned forward in his chair and thrust himself in with a shift of his hips. Cloud closed his lips around the warm, soft skin, felt the hardness beneath his teeth as he scraped them gently along the quivering length.
Sephiroth filled his mouth until Cloud found it difficult to swallow. He didn’t mind; he liked trying to make the General’s breath hitch while in the middle of a conference call.
The older man tensed again, trembled in Cloud’s mouth. Cloud chuckled softly, wondering how that felt to Sephiroth. His answer was another half-thrust while Sephiroth's fingers curled around the arms of his chair. Slowly, they flexed and curled, flexed and curled while Cloud held the base of his cock with one hand and licked the underside of it with his tongue.
It wasn’t until he squeezed Sephiroth’s balls with tentative fingers that the general twitched again. Scooting his chair closer to his desk, he reached down with one hand, twined his fingers in Cloud’s unruly hair. Dragging the grunt closer, the general thrust again into his mouth.
This time, Cloud was ready, pressed his lips tightly, insistently around Sephiroth’s cock. Dragging it deeper into his mouth, he sucked hard, worked the length with his tongue until the penis trembled and exploded, filling his mouth.
Hot, sticky liquid dripped from his mouth and down across his chin. With another grin, Cloud released the general’s dick, wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. He smeared the mess across Sephiroth’s leather pants and leaned back against the desk to wait.
Unless he was mistaken, he’d be punished when the conference call was over. Strange how the thought of what Sephiroth considered punishment made Cloud harden even now.
Closing his eyes, he imagined it, and shoved his hand down in his own pants to wait.
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: m/m, blow job
Word count: 786
Prompt: - FFVII, Sephiroth/Cloud: blow job, Power issues (kneeling beneath a desk and blowing someone who's on the phone) - he didn't mind; he liked trying to make the General's breath hitch while in middle of a conference call.
A/N: This was due June 11. I apologize for my tardiness. I started a new job and fell behind.
"We'll talk about it later," Sephiroth said in dismissal.
"No." Cloud leaned forward. "I want to talk about it now."
"I have an appointment and if you're not out of here in..." The general broke off at the sound of commotion outside his office. "Too late." Shoving his chair back from the executive desk, he commanded, "Hide."
Cloud bristled. Leave it to Sephiroth to shrug him off.
His anger turned to concern at the shuffle of booted footsteps and the chatter of conversation that neared the door. True, the general would take the brunt of the embarrassment and reprimands if their on-again/off-again relationship was discovered, but Cloud didn't want to know what the effects of discovery would have on him, personally, either.
So he scrambled beneath the desk, amazed at the amount of room beneath it. Sephiroth had just slid the chair back into place, his leather-clad legs inches from Cloud’s face when the door burst open.
“You’re on time,” Sephiroth observed in his almost arrogant tone.
“Hojo’s waiting for us to call.” It was Genesis. “This mission is important, Sephiroth.”
“Sit down.” The phone rang. “I’ve already got him on the line.”
One by one, the feet that had gathered around the front of Sephiroth’s desk—four pair, if Cloud had counted right—vanished. Cloud heard one grumble as they all dropped into chairs.
He hoped the call didn’t last forever, twisted into a more comfortable position when one leg went to sleep. Sephiroth struck out with one foot. It was a warning, but Cloud took it as a challenge, grabbing the foot, holding it while he contemplated. There had to be a way to make the general squirm.
The opening was obvious when he found himself face to leather with Sephiroth’s crotch. He could get even and maybe even enjoy himself, too.
Releasing the general’s foot, he shouldered it aside before Sephiroth could move it back into place to protect himself. Just as quickly, he fingered the zipper on the leather pants, drew it down before the older man could stop him, and thrust his hands inside.
The general wore no underclothing beneath the supple leather. It was easy to draw him out, shove the leather aside. There was a moment when Sephiroth tensed, then squirmed, but he eased down into his chair a second later, allowing Cloud greater accommodation.
With a grin, Cloud leaned closer, took a moment to linger over the hardening cock, allowed his breath to warm Sephiroth’s skin. The general shuddered, eased down further still.
“Is something wrong?” Zack this time.
“Are you ill?” Angeal.
“Couldn’t be better.” Sephiroth’s voice was smug.
The chatter continued around them, but Cloud’s world narrowed to the space beneath the desk. He tasted Sephiroth with the tip of his tongue, wound it around the slit until the general twitched.
He’d hardly taken the dick into his mouth when Sephiroth leaned forward in his chair and thrust himself in with a shift of his hips. Cloud closed his lips around the warm, soft skin, felt the hardness beneath his teeth as he scraped them gently along the quivering length.
Sephiroth filled his mouth until Cloud found it difficult to swallow. He didn’t mind; he liked trying to make the General’s breath hitch while in the middle of a conference call.
The older man tensed again, trembled in Cloud’s mouth. Cloud chuckled softly, wondering how that felt to Sephiroth. His answer was another half-thrust while Sephiroth's fingers curled around the arms of his chair. Slowly, they flexed and curled, flexed and curled while Cloud held the base of his cock with one hand and licked the underside of it with his tongue.
It wasn’t until he squeezed Sephiroth’s balls with tentative fingers that the general twitched again. Scooting his chair closer to his desk, he reached down with one hand, twined his fingers in Cloud’s unruly hair. Dragging the grunt closer, the general thrust again into his mouth.
This time, Cloud was ready, pressed his lips tightly, insistently around Sephiroth’s cock. Dragging it deeper into his mouth, he sucked hard, worked the length with his tongue until the penis trembled and exploded, filling his mouth.
Hot, sticky liquid dripped from his mouth and down across his chin. With another grin, Cloud released the general’s dick, wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. He smeared the mess across Sephiroth’s leather pants and leaned back against the desk to wait.
Unless he was mistaken, he’d be punished when the conference call was over. Strange how the thought of what Sephiroth considered punishment made Cloud harden even now.
Closing his eyes, he imagined it, and shoved his hand down in his own pants to wait.