Golden Peacock Overflow

[sonicstriker]

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Overflow 2.0
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omg no worries i love to see it

[kinnie]

[ she responds so perfectly, so complacently, and a wrongness strikes cloud as the haze swallows it whole. she shouldn't have to be like this -- she shouldn't be doing this. and yet...

he watches carefully, eyes lingering on her, fever bright with interest; he feels his mouth dry. she's exposed to him, spread apart, nipples pert and pointed as she runs her hands down her breasts.

cloud's cock throbs with want -- his breath hitches and his teeth come down hard against his lower lip in an attempt to suppress the heat bubbling in the depths of his stomach.

"i see you're hard, now." ]

Mmh-- Yeah...

[ "touch yourself for us, please." ]

Yessir, [ he speaks easily, the command coming to him without hesitation; the resistance is beginning to dissolve, grain by grain. he watches tifa -- thinking about the lines of his palms kissing her skin, of licking stripes up her cunt and groping her until she begs for him. "you're beautiful, too." she says, and a breath stutters out of him. he wants to hear it -- wants to hear her praise him. he always has. the heat slinks up his spine, and his fingers wrap around the base of his length, slowly stroking up to the tip. ]

Tifa... [ he meets her eyes, cutting through the fog. ] I want...

[ his voice crescendos into a groan -- cloud gnashes his teeth, unable to screw his eyes shut. he needs to look at her; he can't pry his eyes away even if he tries. the man in the room fades into oblivion, and all he can see, hear, breathe is tifa. ]

I want to touch you... I want to feel you... only you.

[ the back of his mind pushes back against it; but he's still pumping in careful, measured strokes, and his breath grows more erratic and heavy with want. he doesn't stop looking at her -- not once. ]

[sonicstriker]

[ She's fascinated by the way he strokes his cock, drinking it in and trying to memorize it for the next time. She wants to be standing next to him, wants to push his hand away and take over, wants to suck down his neck and make him shudder and leave him a reminder of what they did. She wants to whisper in his ear to let her touch him until he can't stand it, not a second sooner, and then carry her to the bed and be her first.

She's never had a fantasy this strong or this explicit before. She whimpers, her ass clenching and her hips canting toward him in want, quickly becoming a steady rhythm. Her cunt feels like it's terribly, painfully empty, and when he he tells her he wants her, she moans so hard her muscles ripple. She bites her lips in return, eyes on his beautiful face, her heart warm that he looks just as affected, and she can't stand it anymore. One hand stays on he breast, clenching hard as she can, the other going to stroke a single finger up her wet folds, making her shudder. ]

I want that too, Cloud. Only you. Everywhere.

[ She strokes herself a few more times before flattening her palm against herself, hips rocking up in a desperate desire for stimulation. There's not enough pressure facing up like this, but she wants him to see all of it. Wants him to gasp her name even if they can't touch. ]

I've never been this wet for anyone [ she pants, watching his face even through her fluttering lids. ] I know you'd take such good care of me. I want that. I want you to be my first.

[ She whines, her hips rocking up from the mattress, and this time she lets her middle finger slide inside herself, gasping as she does. ]

I want this to be you. Promise me next time, it will be you.

[ Her eyes are locked on his. They both know how seriously she takes his promises, and she means it. ]

[kinnie]

[ even through the fog of his mind, thick as it subsumes him, her words pierce through the defenses of his heart. his eyes flutter open, lips parted as he watches her -- and his hand stills. as his mouth dries, he nods slowly, overwhelmed by the feeling of being wanted.

--of being wanted by tifa, the girl he's always dreamt of, the one he's longed for since time immemorial. he's thought about it before -- of his first, real time being with her. dreams and fantasies and far away ideas.

he's harder and closer than he should be. cloud rocks into his own grip. his breath is haggard with want and feeling. ]

Tifa, [ he breathes out, cock slick as he pumps faster.] Tifa-- I--

[ a whine escapes him, and his breath catches in his throat. ]

I'll be there, [ the pressure is building. it's swallowing him whole, and he can't stop looking at her, even as his expression contorts with vulnerability. ] I will, [ he knows it's the magic -- he knows, he knows, he knows...

but he can't help but want anyways. ]

I've always wanted it to be you.

[sonicstriker]

[ she can’t pull her eyes off him either. She hasn’t entertained the idea of him as long as he has her, but it doesn’t make how much she wants him now any less overwhelming. She had had to put him, like so many other things, in a box on a shelf and for once she got to take that down again. The force of it had hit her like a wave, one she hadn’t let herself process. But now, seeing the way he looks at her, hearing him say in no uncertain terms that he wants her, has always wanted her…

It’s always scared her when people say things like that, but now it just makes her ache, throwing her head back as she sobs out his name. ] Cloud—

[ she forces herself to look back, not wanting to miss any precious second of him, and then he’s making a sound, his face contorting and oh. Sticky liquid covers his hand and it makes her pump her hips harder, like her body understands what her mind doesn’t.

She’s never fingered herself before, but now she slips in a second, rasping as she chases the heat demanding she finish, biting the inside of her cheek and whining as she wishes it was him, pictures the next time when it is him.

Cloud, I— hngh— Cloud, Cloud—!

[ Her body goes rigid, her eyes twitching as she cries out in overwhelming release, gasping in and forgetting to breathe.

Asher body releases, she slumps back against the bed, panting and dizzy, still chasing the aftershocks with her hand. But her eyes catch his, and she smiles, warm and dazed and affectionate, even as a tear rolls down her cheek again.

Somewhere, under this, she’s cold and shaken and weeping. The man is still there, and all she wants is for Cloud to come shield her, or take her away, or kick the man out and pull her to them and they just…lay quietly in each other’s company until morning and pretend this didn’t happen.

Or…do it for real. ]