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FINAL FANTASY VIII, Squall / Zell, "You ... and Seifer ...?" "Do not make me regret leaving you enter.


Title: Relaxation
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Characters: Leonheart Squall, Zell Dincht
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic
Alerts: PWP, Lemon, Slash
Word Count: 765
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest!




Zell threw himself against the door of the room Squall, encrusted fists.
"Squall, Squall: Let me in!"
After a while, the door opened and there stood the captain, a pair of blue pants suit and white shirt. Considering the time and the fact that it was Sunday, Zell immediately understood to have practically thrown out of bed. Although disappointed, the boy decided not exist, take care to look back.
"Please ospitami here: Seifer me hunting,"
"It's Sunday, I wanted to rest."
"Perfect, I'm silent!"
Squall looked at him in silence for a few second, as weighing the idea of closing the door on him. Finally gave him away, back in, and Zell followed him in a hurry, closing the door behind him and Squall returned to lie on the bed. Zell looked at him in silence for a few minutes before turning to a wall and start to punch the air.
Annoyed, Squall addressed him without even looking.
"You can not sit still?" The boxer
snorted, stop moving and starting to look around, noting the housing and then gunblade Timber Maniacs magazines placed on the shelf along with a stuffed dolphin with a scar made a marker on the nose. Puzzled, Zell stared at him, pointing to the owner of the room.
"You know that I would never have believed the type of puppets?"
"It's a gift."
Zell nodded to pundit.
"Of Selphie, I bet."
On the bed, covered her Squall face with the back of the arm.
"No, of Seifer."
open mouth, Zell looked back at first and then the commander of the dolphin.
"You ... Seifer and ...?»
"Do not make me regret I let go."
voice cold and tired of Squall made it clear that the topic was closed, and so went looking around Zell swaying on his feet, wondering what he could talk.
"How is that even if you wake up do not you go to train?"
"Why did I sleep, I can not sleep."
rubbing his hands on his pants, he decided to try to find out more, taking advantage of the unusual loquacity of his friend.
"So, why can not we?"
Squall replied wearily, settling a pillow under your head better.
"It's a mission that I'm working on lately: work for more than night and day Quistis I stuck to accompany the students in the training and so I no longer practice time to sleep. And when at last I am in bed are too stressed to get sleep now. "
Zell sat down on the bed, next to the legs of Squall.
"going on for many?"
"Three weeks."
The boxer looked at each other for a while ', scratching his blond head.
"I know him a method to relax, but I do not know if you should try it."
Squall lifted his head, moving his arm behind his head and staring with curious eyes.
"Now I would try anything."
With a smile, Zell's moved one leg under the boy's puzzled look, slipped between her legs, lowering the zipper of his pants.
"What are you doing? "
Zell grinned, moving the boxer.
"Now you see ..."
Squall Zell to speak when he gently grabbed the member, starting to stroke him, and he gasped, putting a hand over her mouth to hide the pants that eluded him. His wide eyes followed the movements of the boy until it put her lips on his erection. Squall dropped lying down, his head sunk in the pillow and the sheets between the clawed fingers, eyes closed as he felt Zell to take it in her mouth, her tongue continued to lick it without stopping. The commander felt Seed her excitement grow as she found herself unconsciously moving the dock, sinking into her mouth.
gaze slightly hazy, Squall lifted his head to cast a glance on the environment and in that moment, when she saw him smile around his member, a moment before lowering her head once again, coming to rub the nose of the his pubic hair, Squall knew to be pushed to its limits. With a groan he freed himself in the mouth of the boxer, but even so, Zell is still not removed her lips from the skin. When
rose by Squall wiped his mouth with his forearm. For a moment he was tempted to ask the friend if he felt more relaxed, but soon saw his eyes still closed and the head left on the pillow. She leaned over him, realizing with a smile that Squall had fallen asleep and then suddenly, slowly and quietly to not wake him, stepped over his left leg and cat at her side, snuggling against him to try to sleep in turn.