Love this prompt! I tried my hand at a fill. I may or may not be slightly tipsy right now so I apologize if any of this is inconsistent or doesn't make sense... I wanted to get this kink meme started! Let me know what you think :)
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Cloud took his time walking back to his apartment, allowing the adrenaline surging through his body to run its course. He’d never been parachuting before, and though he’d been able to keep his composure on the outside, inside he’d been shaking. He was relishing the feeling of the dirt beneath his boots, glad to be back on solid ground, when he found himself outside Biggs’ apartment.
“Hey.”
“Hey!” said Biggs, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “I take it you landed safely then?”
“Yeah,” Cloud responded simply, distracted by the smile on Biggs’ face.
There was something about the other man that made Cloud’s heart race. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but it gave him an even greater rush of warmth than he got being around Tifa.
“I’m glad,” Biggs said. “I have to admit, I didn't expect to see you again tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… to be honest I thought Jessie would have gotten her claws in you, but it appears you’ve escaped her clutches unscathed,” Biggs said with a playful grin that nearly caused the bittered heart hardened heart merc to smile.
“Nah, she’s not really my type,” Cloud said. Without thinking he took a step closer to the other man. He was just a breath away now. The men were similar heights, providing them with the advantage, or perhaps disadvantage, or being unable to avoid the others’ gaze.
“Yeah, mine either,” Biggs said breathlessly.
There was silence for a moment.
“Do you want to come in?” Biggs asked. His hand brushed the door handle.
“Sure.”
Biggs’ apartment was modest, similar to the standard slum home. His kitchen and living room were rolled into one. What Cloud could only assume was his bathroom and bedroom were behind the other two doors.
“Nice place,” Cloud said, feeling the need to fill the silence.
“It’s not much,” Biggs said. The two men stared at each other, neither willing to make the first move.
“Uh, do you want something to drink?” Biggs asked.
“Sure.”
Biggs busied himself in the kitchen. “So, you think you’ll stick around a while? I’m sure Barret’s told you we’ve got plenty of work to do. Could use an experienced SOLIDER like yourself.”
Cloud shrugged, ever noncommittal. “I mean, I made a promise to Tifa, so I could be here for a little while at least.”
“Good.” Biggs said. He handed Cloud a stiff drink. “I’m glad.”
Cloud took a long draught of his drink, then his tongue flicked out and licked some of the alcohol that stained his lips. “Me too.”
“So…” Biggs couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Are you guys a thing?
“No,” Cloud said quickly. “Just friends.”
“I’m glad.” Biggs couldn’t hide his smile. He stood very close to Cloud now, so close their breath mingled.
Their eyes met, kind and hungry brown eyes meeting the inhuman cyan glow of Cloud’s mako-infused eyes. Then they were kissing, and neither was sure who started it first, but they were both hungry and eager for the other, hands journeying to forbidden places quickly as adrenaline coursed through their veins. They had a mutual desire to fulfill - a mutual hunger.
Biggs pressed his body harder against Cloud, shoving him into the wall. Cloud grunted, hands gripping Biggs all over like a triple slash attack, unable to find a resting place, wishing it was possible to feel all of his muscular body at once.
They kissed heatedly. Their hands moved rapidly over each other's bodies, shredding clothing rapidly. By the time they made it to the bedroom they were in nothing but undershirts and underwear.
Biggs pulled Cloud down to his bed, kissing him desperately, hands grasping his chest. Both men grunted as their heat connected, hard cocks rubbing against each other. They both reached down, both trying to take the lead in their ministrations. Cloud won out in the end, easily enough as his body lay draped over the other man’s. Cloud shoved Bigg’s boxers down, revealing his hard, dripping length.
Cloud could barely stifle a moan at the very sight. Biggs’s stomach dropped in the most delicious way at Cloud’s reaction. Biggs yanked the other man’s pants down, wanting, no, needing, to see his desire.
Both men seemed transfixed with each other’s cocks for a moment, but then Biggs flipped them and took Cloud in his mouth. Cloud’s head fell back as his hips thrust forward. “Ff-fuck,” he groaned, cock twitching urgently inside Biggs’ mouth. His right hand found its way into Bigg’s hair, threading through the dark locks.
The gloved hand wrapped around his hair nearly hurt Bigg’s now, but he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to risk interrupting the other man’s pleasure. Biggs’ ass raised high in the air, his huge hard cock dripping precum onto the mattress, evidence of his want for the former SOLIDER. “Fuck me,” Cloud groaned, bucking his hips into Biggs’ mouth. Biggs’ coughed but managed to swallow, sending another heady ripple of pleasure through the mercenary.
Cloud forced himself to pull out, knowing what was to come would grant him even greater pleasure. He twisted around so he knelt on his hands and knees. “Fuck me,” he repeated, swaying his ass enticeingly.
Biggs groaned audibly, hand gripping his own cock tighter. “You sure?”
Cloud nodded. “You guys have a mission tomorrow, and I could use the day off.” He wiggled his ass enticingly in Biggs’ direction. “Fuck me hard.”
Biggs didn’t need any more convincing than that. He was on Cloud in a second, bending down to shower kisses upon his neck and back. He reached into his nightstand and applied some sort of liquid to his fingers so fast Cloud had barely begun protesting at the lack of contact before Biggs was back, two fingers probing at Cloud’s entrance.
Cloud let loose a wanton moan. Biggs was glad they’d had that drink to celebrate, as he knew the stoic merceny was not this free with his emotions sober.
“I thought I told you to fuck me,” Cloud moaned.
“I am.”
“With your cock.”
Biggs’ rigid cock swelled further at the request. He withdrew his fingers from the other man and aligned his hips with him instead. “Whatever you say, merc,” Biggs grunted. Then he plunged into him, swollen cockhead piercing Cloud in half.
Cloud cried out as his muscles clenched, gripping Biggs in a death grip. Biggs gripped Cloud’s hips tightly and stilled his hips, allowing Cloud time to adjust to his size.
Cloud’s ass had barely gotten used to Biggs’ length when he urged, “Keep going”
“But you--”
“Keep going.” Cloud growled, shoving his hips backwards. “Fuck me.”
Biggs groaned at Cloud’s insistence and finally relented. He thrust into Cloud harder, faster, eliciting a pained or pleasured moans from the other, Biggs wasn’t sure. Maybe both. He gripped Cloud’s hips hard enough to leave marks on his left side as his right hand found Cloud’s leaking cock and began jerking him off.
Cloud’s pained grunts soon turned into wanton moans as Biggs continued to stroke him and fuck him relentlessly. His hand moved in time with his thrusts, thumb moving teasingly over the head. Cloud was moaning loudly, beginning to meet him thrust for thrust. It was too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” Biggs admitted, unable to hold back any longer. His hand worked more frantically upon Cloud’s length, stroking him hard and fast, spreading precum over the head, urging him to join him over the edge.
His breath was heavy in Cloud’s ear, strong, calloused hand holding his hips in place as his other hand rubbed Cloud’s cock. As Cloud felt the Biggs’ explode inside him, hot cum plastering his insides and unabashed moans in his ears, Cloud came hard.
He cried out, dick pulsing with heat as ropes of cum shot form him, coating Biggs’ hand and bedspread. Biggs worked his cock throughout his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure. When Cloud had finally stopped shaking, Biggs pulled him snugly against his chest and rested his head in the crook of Cloud’s neck, kissing him tenderly.
They lay there in silence except for their labored briefly, gradually returning to normal. Soon, Cloud’s breath entered a rhythmic breathing that told Biggs he’d fallen asleep.
He knew Cloud wouldn’t be happy in the morning to find he’d fallen asleep here, but Biggs was too selfish to wake him. His warmth was too good, too rare of a luxury, that Biggs didn’t dare wake him. Biggs sighed contentedly into Cloud’s neck, forehead brushing against his spiky hair. “Goodnight Merc,” He yawned. “You’re definitely a keeper.”
Re: Cloud/Biggs
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Cloud took his time walking back to his apartment, allowing the adrenaline surging through his body to run its course. He’d never been parachuting before, and though he’d been able to keep his composure on the outside, inside he’d been shaking. He was relishing the feeling of the dirt beneath his boots, glad to be back on solid ground, when he found himself outside Biggs’ apartment.
“Hey.”
“Hey!” said Biggs, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. “I take it you landed safely then?”
“Yeah,” Cloud responded simply, distracted by the smile on Biggs’ face.
There was something about the other man that made Cloud’s heart race. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but it gave him an even greater rush of warmth than he got being around Tifa.
“I’m glad,” Biggs said. “I have to admit, I didn't expect to see you again tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… to be honest I thought Jessie would have gotten her claws in you, but it appears you’ve escaped her clutches unscathed,” Biggs said with a playful grin that nearly caused the bittered heart hardened heart merc to smile.
“Nah, she’s not really my type,” Cloud said. Without thinking he took a step closer to the other man. He was just a breath away now. The men were similar heights, providing them with the advantage, or perhaps disadvantage, or being unable to avoid the others’ gaze.
“Yeah, mine either,” Biggs said breathlessly.
There was silence for a moment.
“Do you want to come in?” Biggs asked. His hand brushed the door handle.
“Sure.”
Biggs’ apartment was modest, similar to the standard slum home. His kitchen and living room were rolled into one. What Cloud could only assume was his bathroom and bedroom were behind the other two doors.
“Nice place,” Cloud said, feeling the need to fill the silence.
“It’s not much,” Biggs said. The two men stared at each other, neither willing to make the first move.
“Uh, do you want something to drink?” Biggs asked.
“Sure.”
Biggs busied himself in the kitchen. “So, you think you’ll stick around a while? I’m sure Barret’s told you we’ve got plenty of work to do. Could use an experienced SOLIDER like yourself.”
Cloud shrugged, ever noncommittal. “I mean, I made a promise to Tifa, so I could be here for a little while at least.”
“Good.” Biggs said. He handed Cloud a stiff drink. “I’m glad.”
Cloud took a long draught of his drink, then his tongue flicked out and licked some of the alcohol that stained his lips. “Me too.”
“So…” Biggs couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Are you guys a thing?
“No,” Cloud said quickly. “Just friends.”
“I’m glad.” Biggs couldn’t hide his smile. He stood very close to Cloud now, so close their breath mingled.
Their eyes met, kind and hungry brown eyes meeting the inhuman cyan glow of Cloud’s mako-infused eyes. Then they were kissing, and neither was sure who started it first, but they were both hungry and eager for the other, hands journeying to forbidden places quickly as adrenaline coursed through their veins. They had a mutual desire to fulfill - a mutual hunger.
Biggs pressed his body harder against Cloud, shoving him into the wall. Cloud grunted, hands gripping Biggs all over like a triple slash attack, unable to find a resting place, wishing it was possible to feel all of his muscular body at once.
They kissed heatedly. Their hands moved rapidly over each other's bodies, shredding clothing rapidly. By the time they made it to the bedroom they were in nothing but undershirts and underwear.
Biggs pulled Cloud down to his bed, kissing him desperately, hands grasping his chest. Both men grunted as their heat connected, hard cocks rubbing against each other. They both reached down, both trying to take the lead in their ministrations. Cloud won out in the end, easily enough as his body lay draped over the other man’s. Cloud shoved Bigg’s boxers down, revealing his hard, dripping length.
Cloud could barely stifle a moan at the very sight. Biggs’s stomach dropped in the most delicious way at Cloud’s reaction. Biggs yanked the other man’s pants down, wanting, no, needing, to see his desire.
Both men seemed transfixed with each other’s cocks for a moment, but then Biggs flipped them and took Cloud in his mouth. Cloud’s head fell back as his hips thrust forward. “Ff-fuck,” he groaned, cock twitching urgently inside Biggs’ mouth. His right hand found its way into Bigg’s hair, threading through the dark locks.
The gloved hand wrapped around his hair nearly hurt Bigg’s now, but he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to risk interrupting the other man’s pleasure. Biggs’ ass raised high in the air, his huge hard cock dripping precum onto the mattress, evidence of his want for the former SOLIDER. “Fuck me,” Cloud groaned, bucking his hips into Biggs’ mouth. Biggs’ coughed but managed to swallow, sending another heady ripple of pleasure through the mercenary.
Cloud forced himself to pull out, knowing what was to come would grant him even greater pleasure. He twisted around so he knelt on his hands and knees. “Fuck me,” he repeated, swaying his ass enticeingly.
Biggs groaned audibly, hand gripping his own cock tighter. “You sure?”
Cloud nodded. “You guys have a mission tomorrow, and I could use the day off.” He wiggled his ass enticingly in Biggs’ direction. “Fuck me hard.”
Biggs didn’t need any more convincing than that. He was on Cloud in a second, bending down to shower kisses upon his neck and back. He reached into his nightstand and applied some sort of liquid to his fingers so fast Cloud had barely begun protesting at the lack of contact before Biggs was back, two fingers probing at Cloud’s entrance.
Cloud let loose a wanton moan. Biggs was glad they’d had that drink to celebrate, as he knew the stoic merceny was not this free with his emotions sober.
“I thought I told you to fuck me,” Cloud moaned.
“I am.”
“With your cock.”
Biggs’ rigid cock swelled further at the request. He withdrew his fingers from the other man and aligned his hips with him instead. “Whatever you say, merc,” Biggs grunted. Then he plunged into him, swollen cockhead piercing Cloud in half.
Cloud cried out as his muscles clenched, gripping Biggs in a death grip. Biggs gripped Cloud’s hips tightly and stilled his hips, allowing Cloud time to adjust to his size.
Cloud’s ass had barely gotten used to Biggs’ length when he urged, “Keep going”
“But you--”
“Keep going.” Cloud growled, shoving his hips backwards. “Fuck me.”
Biggs groaned at Cloud’s insistence and finally relented. He thrust into Cloud harder, faster, eliciting a pained or pleasured moans from the other, Biggs wasn’t sure. Maybe both. He gripped Cloud’s hips hard enough to leave marks on his left side as his right hand found Cloud’s leaking cock and began jerking him off.
Cloud’s pained grunts soon turned into wanton moans as Biggs continued to stroke him and fuck him relentlessly. His hand moved in time with his thrusts, thumb moving teasingly over the head. Cloud was moaning loudly, beginning to meet him thrust for thrust. It was too much.
“I’m gonna cum,” Biggs admitted, unable to hold back any longer. His hand worked more frantically upon Cloud’s length, stroking him hard and fast, spreading precum over the head, urging him to join him over the edge.
His breath was heavy in Cloud’s ear, strong, calloused hand holding his hips in place as his other hand rubbed Cloud’s cock. As Cloud felt the Biggs’ explode inside him, hot cum plastering his insides and unabashed moans in his ears, Cloud came hard.
He cried out, dick pulsing with heat as ropes of cum shot form him, coating Biggs’ hand and bedspread. Biggs worked his cock throughout his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure. When Cloud had finally stopped shaking, Biggs pulled him snugly against his chest and rested his head in the crook of Cloud’s neck, kissing him tenderly.
They lay there in silence except for their labored briefly, gradually returning to normal. Soon, Cloud’s breath entered a rhythmic breathing that told Biggs he’d fallen asleep.
He knew Cloud wouldn’t be happy in the morning to find he’d fallen asleep here, but Biggs was too selfish to wake him. His warmth was too good, too rare of a luxury, that Biggs didn’t dare wake him. Biggs sighed contentedly into Cloud’s neck, forehead brushing against his spiky hair. “Goodnight Merc,” He yawned. “You’re definitely a keeper.”