Bahamut for Some D

Pairing: Cloud / OC 

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Underage, rough sex, multiple orgasms

Summary: He should've known better than to take on this job but the money was too good to pass up on. Now, he's got a horny kid constantly bugging him for sex and he's running out of ways to say no. Might as well just give the kid what he wants, especially after he offers a priceless reward. 

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Fat droplets of rain splattered loudly against the windows. Despite a bright fire roaring intensely in the fireplace, there was an invasive cold that refused to be driven away. A dense smell of earth and dust clung to every inch of the small room but the more he breathed it in, it became less obvious and thus, less annoying. Flopping heavily onto the bed, ignoring how it creaked threateningly underneath his weight, Cloud sagged forward with an exhausted sigh. He should’ve known better than to take this stupid gig. Kids didn’t bother him that much – he even liked some quite a lot – but babysitting a rich brat who didn’t seem to understand what ‘no, you can’t do that’ meant wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time. Throw in an overprotective Father who saw threatening faces in shadows and that was a recipe for grade A major pain in his ass. Cloud sighed again. He pulled off his boots, gloves and pauldron, setting everything out of the way but still close enough he could grab them quick if something happened.

Not that he thought anything would. While he couldn’t deny that someone was after the kid, the thorough beating he had given the few scouts stupid enough to follow them seemed to have painted the picture that maybe it was a good idea to look for a cash cow elsewhere. Though, he was fairly certain that if those bastards had gotten their hands on Circe, they would’ve returned him in a heartbeat. The kid could be sweet and all but he had the morals of a two-year-old and the ‘I get what I want attitude’ that only people who’ve lived a stupidly privileged life can achieve. And unfortunately for him, something that Circe decided he absolutely had to have, no matter what, was Cloud’s cock. The kid had made it clear in the most shameless demand he’d ever heard that he wanted – no, needed to be pinned down and fucked raw. Scrubbing his rough hands across his face, Cloud laid back on the bed.

Every single day since they left the city, that damn kid had been constantly bugging him about having sex. And every single day, Cloud gave him the same answer: no fucking way. The list of why he was intent on not giving the kid what he wanted was as long as his sword. He wasn’t exactly in the habit of fucking his employer’s kids. Sure, the kid was cute – almost annoyingly so – and the last time he had sex might be three years in the past but that didn’t mean he was chomping at the bit to be buried deep inside that, admittedly, plump ass. Fucking Circe would be far more trouble that it was worth. Plus, he wasn’t too keen on the idea of being used as someone dildo, as he highly doubted that Circe felt anything for him beyond immature, selfish lust…or perhaps it was more accurate to say that Circe saw him as another toy to claim.

The brat had been quick to brag about how many people he had already successfully bedded but Cloud saw through that lie, much to Circe’s embarrassment. Confidence didn’t translate into sexual prowess. This kid was so obviously a virgin, he was surprised he even had the stomach to discuss the act in such extensive detail without blushing. Every time he asked, he stared intently into Cloud’s eyes, unflinching, unblinking, always so sure that that was going to be the time that he finally said yes. He did have to admire the brat’s determination, he supposed. Still, it was starting to get really annoying to have to constantly tell him no. Brat was probably trying to wear him down. If he thought if it would be that easy, he had another thing-.

“Cloud-san, are you awake?” Circe’s voice floated in from the other side of the door.

Cloud groaned softly, slapping a hand over his face. Had he not given the brat clear instructions to stay in his room until the morning? Had he not specified that he still wasn’t sure if the danger was past so it would be better for him to stay out of sight? No doubt the kid was here with another proposition for sex. He was half-tempted to just pretend that he was asleep but knowing Circe, he would go track down a key to get into his room. Best to turn him away now. Getting to his feet with a groan, Cloud stomped over to the door. He yanked it open to find his ticket to a whole lot of gil standing there, staring up at him with wide, bright green eyes. Too bad such a pretty face was wasted on a snot nosed brat. Circe was a beauty – small, slim with a round, freckled face; fluffy white hair that had a strangely appealing feather like quality to it, and those big green eyes that gazed out at the world with a vibrant, demanding curiosity. Not exactly Cloud’s type but…close enough. Give him a couple years and a massive character arc that lead him towards becoming a better man then maybe, he might consider it. Right now, though? Circe would have to come at him with a blessing from the gods to get him in bed.

“What do you want, Circe?” Cloud asked coolly, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

Offering a small smile, Circe replied in an equally light voice, “I would think that’s fairly obvious by now, Cloud-san.”

“And I would think that with the amount of times I’ve told you no, you would’ve got it by now.”

A flash of irritation rippled across Circe’s face. There it was – that childish pout that made him look like a two-year-old who just got told he couldn’t get a shiny new toy. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Cloud stepped back to close the door. If he let this conversation go any further, it would end up going in circles. He was already tired enough without having to entertain this brat. Just as the door was about to click closed, Circe shoved his foot into the gap. Stopping short of slamming the door on his boot, Cloud stared down at his invading foot for a moment then sighed, his gaze flickering back up to meet those bright green eyes. And there it was…that infuriating determination that made Cloud feel like he was something to be conquered. It wasn’t a good feeling.

“I’ve got something this time that will change your mind.” Circe said with an annoying amount of confidence. Stepping forward, his bright green eyes alight with fierce resolve.

“Is that so?” Cloud responded unenthusiastically. Sighing again, scrubbing a hand over his face, he said, “Circe, I am really tired. We have an early day tomorrow so please, just go to bed-“

“At least,” Circe lunged forward to grab hold of his arm, curling his fingers tight around it, “listen to my offer.” He offered a small smile, a hint of blush dyeing his pale cheeks, “I promise that it’ll be worth your while.”

Cloud stared silently at him for an extended pause then said tiredly, “You aren’t going to leave until I hear your proposal.”

“No, I’m not.”

Another long pause, during which Cloud was debating on how much trouble he’d get in with his employer if he closed the door on Circe’s foot, then yet another sigh – one that signaled defeat to the brat. Lighting up with a bright smile, Circe practically forced himself into Cloud’s room, bouncing over to float down onto his bed. Practically vibrating with excitement, he threw open his satchel and shoved a hand inside to rummage around inside it. No longer resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Cloud leaned back against the door, waiting to see what new thing Circe had scrounged up to try to convince him with the same kind of enthusiasm he felt when taking a shit. He wasn’t even curious anymore to what new thing Circe would throw at him. It was all garbage that he had no use for. No doubt this thing would be the same. Circe didn’t understand what a mercenary like him actually needed. He wouldn’t ever be able to come up with something that would actually change-

“Here it is!” Circe cried, yanking out something from his satchel. He thrust it forward for Cloud to see.

Cloud’s eyes widened. His jaw fell a little open. Nestled in the palm of Circe’s small hand was a Materia but not just any Materia.

“That’s-“

“That’s right.” Circe said, a sly grin spreading across his round face, flushed with eager excitement, “A Summoning Materia. You can probably tell by the color that it’s a special one. Do you want to know what being you can summon with this, Cloud?”

“You’re going to tell me anyway so why even ask?”

“Bahamut. This Materia,” Circe stretched his arm out further, as though tempting a dog with a treat, “summons Bahamut.”

Cloud stared silently at him for a moment then said, “You expect me to believe that? That you just happen to have a Summong Materia that summons Bahamut. You’re as stupid as you are horny, Circe.”

“It’s the truth.” Circe replied firmly, jumping to his feet. Rushing towards Cloud, he shoved the Materia into his hands, demanding, “Feel for yourself! You can feel the power radiating from it, can’t you?”

As much as he hated to admit it…yeah, he could. Turning the Materia slowly in his hands, Cloud peered at it. There was more energy, more powerful seeping out of this one Materia than he’d ever experienced before. While he couldn’t exactly go around testing it out to see if Circe was actually telling the truth…he didn’t exactly need to. He could feel the weight of the spirit connected to this Materia. Cloud’s gaze flickered up to meet Circe’s. There was a smug, triumphant look on his round face that half-tempted him to hand him back the Materia and tell him to get lost. He knew what he was in possession of…and he knew how much Cloud would want it. This bastard. He really had gotten his grabby hands on the one thing he was willing to lower himself that far for.

“Where did you get this?”

“I made it.” Circe said nonchalantly.

“Made it?” Cloud responded in disbelief, “Circe, if you’re gonna lie, at least come up with a better-“

“It isn’t a lie. Didn’t Daddy tell you that I had a very special gift? One that a lot of people would pay a lot of money or hurt a lot of people to get ahold of? Well, this,” Circe tapped the Materia, “is my gift. I can produce Materia from my body.”

His unfazed disbelief must’ve kept showing on his face because Circe’s triumphant expression dissolved into one of annoyance. Huffing, he yanked up the sleeve of his puffy sweater and stuck out an arm. Just as Cloud was about to ask what in the hell he was doing, Circe’s slender body tensed up. His eyes rolled back in his head as he began to violently shake from head to toe. Jolting with alarm, Cloud lunged forward to grab hold of his midsection to hold him upright. There was a sudden loud pop, followed by a large glowing spot appearing on Circe’s lower arm. Mouth hanging open slightly, Cloud watched in stunned shock as a perfectly formed Materia appeared out of the glowing mark. It fell to the ground with a clunk, landing near Cloud’s foot. The glow faded. After a moment of stillness, Circe’s eyes snapped back into focus. Panting heavily, he sagged in Cloud’s hold, smiling weakly.

“See! Told you!” He declared without much strength but with a fair amount of arrogance. “Take a look for yourself.”

Blinking rapidly, Cloud looked between the newly created Materia and Circe’s face a couple times before bending down to retrieve the warm, slightly glowing orb. It felt just like the other one – there was an incredible power resting within this unassuming Materia. This kid…he really had just…popped this damn thing out of his body. Guess the Dad had been right. It was infuriating but Circe was something special. Too special. If his employer had been upfront about why there were people after Circe, he never would’ve taken this damn job. Escorting some rich kid to another city was one thing; moving one that had the power of a goddamn God was another. Cloud sighed exhaustedly. He wasn’t getting paid nearly enough for this. When they met up with his employer in the city, he was going to demand two, no, three times more than the original offer.

“Are you alright?” Cloud asked. There were about a million other questions that he wanted to ask but that one seemed the most likely to not lead into an overblown explanation as to how Circe could do this. He got the feeling that the less he knew about this, the better.

“Yeah.” Circe straightened up, sighing softly. He rolled his shoulders, offering Cloud a teasing smirk. Stepping away from his grasp, he walked back over to the bed and sat down, continuing on in a playful tone, “Worried about me?”

“Your Dad would be really upset if I let anything happened to you.” Cloud paused, studying the Materia carefully cupped in his palms, “It doesn’t hurt you, does it?”

“Well, it doesn’t exactly feel pleasant but I wouldn’t say it hurts.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Circe continued in a business-like tone, “So, that’s my deal. You fuck me into the mattress and I give you these Summoning Materia.”

Leaning back, spreading his legs with what was probably supposed to be a seductive invite but more came across as clumsy desperation, Circe’s gaze flickered down to Cloud’s crotch before flying back up to his face, “So what do you say, Mr. Mercenary…will you finally accept my proposition?”

…he really shouldn’t have taken this job. The moment Circe had mentioned anything about trading favors for sex, he should’ve walked because now, the brat was dangling something that he couldn’t turn away right in front of his face. A fucking Summoning Materia that channeled Bahamut. Only an idiot would walk away from that. Pinching the bridge of his nose, blowing out a long breath through his nose, Cloud asked him the serious question: was he really going to do this? This was a lapse in dignity that he could never really get back. Not to mention, he highly doubted that Circe was going to be satisfied with just once. It felt like something was being held over his head, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Agreeing to this “deal” was definitely not a good idea…

But still…a fucking Bahamut Summoning Materia…even if he didn’t have any need for it himself, these things would fetch an immense amount of gil – possibly even enough to get him out of here for good. Since he had two…one for him to use, and one for him to sell. Cloud stared down at the faintly glowing orbs for a few moments then sighed in defeat.

“Fine.” He said shortly.

Circe’s eyes widened in surprise. He gawked up at Cloud for a moment then jumped to his feet with an excited squeal. Cloud was about to tell him to keep the volume down when Circe started to eagerly yank off his clothes, throwing them aside without a second look. Within seconds, his pale, slender body was completely exposed. Quirking one eyebrow, Cloud slowly looked him over. Not a scar or blemish to be found. The kid’s skin looked smooth as porcelain. To his annoyance, there was a tiny spark of heat in his crotch. His cock began to twitch in his underwear. Well, he was still a man, faced with a gorgeous body – only made sense that he’d start getting excited. Noticing Cloud looking, Circle flushed and smiled coyly, spinning around to wiggle his plump ass temptingly at him. Reaching behind him, he took one plush cheek in each hand, spreading himself open to bear his small, pink hole. Cloud rolled his eyes, stubbornly ignoring the fresh pulse of heat that rolled out from his crotch.

“I thought you said you were a virgin.” Cloud said, walking around him to sit on the bed’s edge, “Who taught you that?”

Circe spun around, chuckling triumphantly, “I am a virgin but I’ve also been studying.”

“Studying?”

“Pornos, mostly. So you,” Circe leaned down in an obviously seductive way, “don’t need to go easy on me. Don’t be gentle, don’t be sweet. Fuck me like I’m a cheap whore you bought in an alleyway.”

Cloud blinked, his erection deflating a little. Dirty talk was kind of thing but coming out of a sweet face like that? Said in that pitifully “seductive” purr? Near laughable. Fucking this kid was going to be harder than he thought. He wasn’t even sure he could get a fully stiffy, especially if he was going to talk like that. Cloud cocked his head. Well, he did have the perfect solution for a blabbermouth. Unbuttoning his pants, he pushed the folds aside enough to slip a hand inside and pull out his barely hard penis.

Circe audibly gasped. Cloud couldn’t help smirking a little. Glancing up, he found the kid staring down at him, mouth hanging open and his eyes stretched wide. Didn’t take a genius to figure out what was causing such a goofy face. While he might not be that big in the body, the same couldn’t be said of his cock. Even when it was soft, his dick wasn’t something to be taken lightly. He hadn’t really thought of it until just then but watching Circe gawk down at his cock, he fully expected him to back off. This was a lot for someone fully experienced to take. A virgin who’s experience stopped at watching someone else getting dicked down would get just the tip in and start squealing.

“Big!” Circe gasped with obvious excitement. Glancing down, Cloud was slightly surprised to find that the kid was rock hard. His small, plump cock stood straight up from a pillowly mess of white pubic hair. A thick pearl of precum swelled up to the tip, clinging to the delicate pink skin. He did have to admit…just like the rest of Circe, that was an adorable penis. “You’re so big, Cloud-san! I’m sorry to sound surprised. I knew you’d be big. I just didn’t think you’d be that-!”

“You want me to fuck you like a cheap whore, right?” Cloud interrupted him.

“Yes! That’s exactly what I want so-!”

“Then get on your knees and put that mouth towards some good use by getting me hard.”

Eyes widening even further, his breath audibly catching, the color in Circe’s face deepened even further. He gulped loudly, his gaze flickering between Cloud’s face and his cock a couple times before clumsily dropping to his knees. He placed his trembling hands on Cloud’s thighs, pushing his legs open a little further so he could comfortably wedge himself between them. Hot breath washed over his length, causing it to twitch. Circe slipped his tongue out of his mouth. He pressed it firmly to the head of his cock, dragging it down to the base. A shudder visibly wracked Circe’s small body. Exhaling harshly, he hungrily lapped and licked along Cloud’s cock, quickly covering the entire length in saliva. He slipped a hand down to wrap it around his dripping length, lazily jerking off as he lapped at Cloud’s cock as though it was an icepop. Watching him silently, Cloud waited…and waited…then waited some more for Circe to actually get him hard. While it did feel good to have that smooth, hot tongue teasing him, it wasn’t anywhere near enough.

“Circe.” Cloud said, his patience having run out.

“Yes? Does it feel good?” Circe gasped, his heated gaze flickering up slyly.

Giving Circe an unimpressed look, Cloud replied, “Get on with it.”

“Huh?”

Sighing, Cloud shoved a thumb into Circe’s mouth, forcing it open, repeating, “Get on with it.”

Realization visibly dawned on Circe’s face. Once again, he assumed the expectation that he was going to have to suck off his large cock to deter the brat but Circe, once again, proved him wrong. Dipping down, he stretched his mouth open as wide as it could go and took the bulbous of his half-hard cock between his plush lips. He clamped down around his length. A sizzle of pleasure radiated up his spine as tight, hot wetness encircled him. Circe swirled his tongue around the head a couple times before pushing down a little. Cloud shivered. Alright, he was getting a little harder. The kid had no talent whatsoever but his size in that tiny mouth was creating enough pressure to stimulate him. Just as it was starting to feel good, Circe moved further down and immediately choked. Pulling off his cock with a ragged gasp, he coughed hard enough to make Cloud wince.

“Some cheap whore you are.” Cloud commented dryly, “Is that the best you can do?”

“I’m-! I’m sorry, let me try again.”

“Don’t bother.”

“But Cloud-san!” Circe cried out in protest, looking a little panicky.

Getting to his feet with a sigh, Cloud grabbed hold of Circe’s arm, yanking him up to his feet. He threw him onto the bed then climbed up on top of him. As much as he wanted to fuck the kid’s mouth until he couldn’t talk, they were getting nowhere. It was only going to lead to more frustration for the both of them to struggle through Circe’s first blowjob. Cloud pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He snagged his belt from the bedside table, flipping open one of the packs to retrieve a tube of hand lotion. Wasn’t the best lube but better than spit or nothing.

“That’s not necessary.” Circe piped up.

“I’m not fucking you dry, kid.”

“I’ve already prepared myself down there.” Circe flashed a smug grin, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist my proposition so I got myself clean and stretched.”

Circe grabbed the hand lotion from Cloud’s hand, tossing it away. Staring down into that swarmy face, Cloud was tempted to throw him out, butt naked and fully erect. Knowing that he had played right into this kid’s arrogant plans pissed him the fuck off. The only thing keeping him there was the promise of those precious Summoning Materia. Shaking his head, Cloud slipped his hands underneath Circe’s legs, pushing them up and open. He jumped a little when Circe reached forward, setting his smaller hands on his chest. With an awestruck grin, Circe smoothed and stroked his hands all over his torso. Perfectly manicured fingernails grazed across his sweaty, flushed skin. Almost with a sense of reverence, Circe traced his muscles from his pecs to his abs. Largely ignoring the kid, Cloud slipped further forward to press the tip of his cock to Circe’s entrance. The brat hadn’t been fibbing – he was soaking wet and tantalizingly soft. A shudder visibly wracked his small body. He gasped wetly, his hazy gaze flickering down from Cloud’s chest to his crotch. The corners of his plump, pink lips curled up into a small smile.

“You’re so beautiful, Cloud-san. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long. Your muscles are incredible.” Circe breathed, brushing his palms across his pecs. “Hurry, please. Inside! I want you inside!”

To accentuate his point, Circe lifted and rolled his hips invitingly, grinding his hole against the tip of his cock. It was tempting to draw this out for as long as possible with him begging like that but he really wanted to just get this over with. Thankfully, Circe messing with his chest had been enough to get him from a slight stiffy to a full hard-on. Figuring that there really was no need to build this up gradually, Cloud wrapped his hands around Circe’s slender waist, holding him steady as he pressed more insistently to his hole. Even though the kid insisted he’d fuck him like a cheap whore, Cloud wasn’t too keen on the idea of tearing his insides to shreds. Prepping is one thing; actually being penetrated was another. Exhaling slowly, he carefully pushed in. Circe moaned loudly, his slender body shuddering. There was some resistance but the brat had done a good job of getting himself ready. He slipped in all the way to the hilt with only a tiny bit of force.

“Cloud-san!” Circe panted, “Cloud-san! Good-! Your big thing feels so good-!”

“Shut the fuck up, Circe.” Cloud grunted, sweat rolling down his face. To his annoyance, it felt incredible inside the kid. He’d never fucked a virgin before. Now he could see the appeal. Circe was so damn tight! Incredible wet heat surrounded him, squeezing him with enough strength to make him forget all about his hesitation…or well, enough of it that he didn’t think twice about getting moving right away. Despite the urge to just pound into that tight hole without a thought, he started off slow. Exercising self-control right now would be worth it later on. He slipped in deep, held there for a moment then pulled back out. It was excruciating. Every time he pushed in, Circe’s hole clamped down so hard, it was difficult to pull out. When he tried to, his hole sucked him back in, greedily swallowing up every inch of him. Circe squirmed and whined underneath him, looking up at him with feverish impatience.

“Cloud-san, please-!” Circe whimpered, “You aah! You don’t have to be gentle-! Please-! Please fuck me-! Please-!”

Panting raggedly, already at the end of his rope, Cloud hesitated for just a moment then shrugged one shoulder. The kid was asking for it so why not give him exactly what he wanted? Straightening up, Cloud pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. Slipping his hands underneath Circe’s knees, he shoved his legs up to his chest. Rearing his hips back, he slammed in hard, sending Circe jolting forward from the force. Circe let out a throaty cry, his bright green eyes stretching open wide. Without giving the brat any time to recover, Cloud began to rapidly, brutally slam into him. Harsh moans poured out from between his parted lips. Sweat ran in heavy currents down his back, chest and face. Fuck…why did it have to feel so goddamn good inside this fucking brat?! His hole was incredible! Pleasure coursed through his veins, setting every inch of him alight.

“Good-! Good-! Cloud-san! Cloud-san!” Circe squealed in a whining high-pitched voice. He lunged forward, grabbing hold of Cloud’s shoulders and yanking him down. The sudden motion threw him off balance, nearly causing him to fall onto Circe.

Frowning irritably, Cloud shot Circe an annoyed look but he didn’t seem to notice. Giggling drunkenly, he abruptly jerked up in a blatant, clumsy attempt to kiss him. Cloud jerked back just in time, his lips twisting in disgust. Despite his obvious resistance, Circe was not to be deterred. Pouting with childish petulance, he tried to grab hold of Cloud’s jaw but his movements were slow and sloppy. Cloud easily grabbed hold of his wrist, jerking it away from him.

“Let me kiss you-!” Circe whined, “I wanna kiss you, Cloud-san!”

“Shut up, Circe.” Cloud responded coldly.

Releasing Circe’s hand, he moved back, grabbed hold of his trembling hips and roughly rolled him over onto his stomach. Jerking his ass up into the air, he resumed roughly slamming into that tight hole – just about the only good thing about him. Circe squealed loudly, pushing back against him to drive his cock in even deeper. Cloud clamped his hands around Circe’s hips, digging his blunt nails into his pale skin. The sounds pouring out of Circe became harsher, more high pitched. After a couple more thrusts, he was cumming with a pitifully jagged cry. Cloud didn’t pause. He kept thrusting through Circe’s orgasm, maintaining his usual hard pace. It might feel good but he was no closer to cumming than he had been when Circe had been treating his cock like a lollipop.

“Cloud-san, wai-!” Circe gasped wetly, “I just came-! I can’t-!”

“No way.” Cloud replied, grabbing one of Circe’s legs. He yanked him up onto his side, wrenching his leg up so it was pressed firmly to his chest. Jerking his head around, his chest heaving with harsh breaths, Circe gawked up at him with wide eyes. Smirking, rather liking that expression on the brat’s face, Cloud said coolly, “This is what you wanted. You wanted to be fucked like a cheap whore so keep your mouth shut, Circe.”

“But-!” Circe started to protest but Cloud didn’t give him time to finish whatever it was he was going to say.

Bending forward slightly, he slammed in deep, keeping the majority of his cock sheathed inside of Circe’s wonderfully tight ass and began to roughly roll his hips. Circe squealed loudly, flopping back onto the bed. If Circe hadn’t put up an initial fuss, he might’ve kept going until he had cum once without being too rough on the kid but suddenly turning tail like that after he had badgered him about this for so long, he wasn’t feeling too keen on letting him off that easy. Nah, if this kid wanted to be fucked like a cheap whore then he’d make him realize the error of those words. Brat was playing with the big boys now, and he was going to walk away from this with the realization that he should seriously think twice about what he asked for. Sliding a hand down from Circe’s side, Cloud wrapped it firmly around his softening cock. Circe shrieked. His hips jerked back, as though he was trying to get away from Cloud’s touch – only there was nowhere for him to go.

Grinning broadly, Cloud began to roughly stroke him off in time with his thrusts. Circe wailed and sobbed, one hand flying down to weakly claw at Cloud’s hand. It was like being brushed with a feather. He could barely feel those perfectly manicured nails scraping over his skin. Chuckling underneath his breath, Cloud picked up the pace again, brutally slamming into that hot, wet tightness. Fuck…he might actually cum sooner than he thought. Oh well, unlike Circe who was checked out after his first orgasm, he wasn’t as spineless. Leaning down, Cloud dragged his tongue across Circe’s cute, pink nipple, grinning even wider when the brat shivered and gasped. Circe was starting to get back into the rhythm, rolling and wiggling his hips to drive his cock through the tight ring of Cloud’s fingers. He thought he knew what to expect now. Cloud chuckled, nipping playfully at his pale skin.

“Cloud-san, please…” Circe breathed needily, “Kiss me.”

“Hell no.” Cloud panted, straightening back up.

“But-!”

“Tell you what: if you can get through tonight without complaining again, I’ll kiss you in the morning. Sound like a deal?”

“I thought I-! Was the one who-!”

“Take the deal or not, Circe.”

Glaring weakly up at him, Circe pouted, “Fine-! I’ll show you the power of my resolve!”

Rolling his eyes at the cheesy line, Cloud replied, “You’ll be eating those words in an hour.”

“Not likely! You’re AAH! You’re underestimating me-! Cloud-san! I’ll show you-! Fuck me-! Fuck me-! I’ll-!”

“Shut the fuck up, Circe.” Cloud clamped a hand over his mouth, frowning down at him. Well, the kid was definitely asking for it now. Only left him with one option: to make the brat regret those words.

-

Exhaling slowly, Cloud pushed a hand through his sweat soaked hair. Bright beams of sunlight were peering through the heavy curtains. He could hear people walking around outside, getting started on whatever they needed to accomplish for the day. First on his agenda: take a shower. He was covered from head to toe in a heavy layer of sweat. Splattered across his stomach and thighs were several dried loads of cum – none of them his. No, all of the jizz he’d been storing in his balls was stuffed deep into Circe’s now gaping, sloppy hole. A small, satisfied smile spread across Cloud’s face. He grabbed hold of one of Circe’s plump ass cheeks, spreading his ass apart to give him a better look at that gorgeous hole. Circe moaned weakly. Laid out flat on his stomach, trembling violently, Circe was the definition of a mess. Honestly, he was a little surprised that the kid was even conscious, considering they’d been at it for nearly eight hours now.

“Cloud…san…” Circe whimpered softly, “No…more…I can’t…”

Words he had heard repeated throughout the past eight hours. The kid was all bark and no bite. Halfway through him trying to get to his second orgasm, Circe had already cum four times. By that point, he started to squeal like a pig for him to stop, begging him to show mercy. Like a cheap whore…did that kid really understand what he was asking for? Obviously not, considering how quickly he forget that he was supposed to be showing his ‘resolve’.

“Pathetic.” Cloud murmured with a hint of admiration. Ah…this was bad…this was really bad. They needed to start getting ready to hit the road but…Cloud glanced down at his still hard penis. He was tired, exhausted even and there was a long leg of the journey in front of them. Cloud looked over to the clock on the bedside table. Still an hour left before they really needed to get out of here. More than enough time for one more round then a quick shower. By the time they reached the city, Circe should be back to his former self. If not, well, there were a plethora of excuses he could come up with – of course, none of them would include ‘he’s exhausted because he was fucked into the mattress, just as he asked for’.

Rolling Circe over onto his back, Cloud pushed his legs up to his chest. Scooching in close once more, he led the head of his cock to the brat’s sloppy, drenched, gorgeous hole and roughly shoved in. He might be a messy wreck but goddamn, it still felt so good inside him! A shudder visibly wracked Circe’s slender body. He sobbed softly, mouth hanging open. Cloud smirked. Damn, there was another expression that looked pretty damn good on the kid’s adorable face. Ah, this was really bad…he could get used to this, pinning the brat underneath him, using him like a cocksleeve, fucking him until all he could do was weakly plead for him to stop. He wondered how long it’d take him to train this kid to enjoy being stuffed full until he was about to pass out…that, though, sounded like far more trouble than it was worth. There were plenty of toys that could achieve the same affect.

“No more-!” He gasped pitifully, “No more…Cloud-san!”

“Shut up, Circe.” Cloud panted, grabbing hold of his jaw. He jerked his head around so that hazy gaze was kind of looking up at him, “You really are pathetic. Didn’t you want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

“I’m…I’m sorry…Cloud-san…please…”

“Learn from this, kiddo.” Cloud firmly tapped his jaw with his thumb, “Next time you decide to play with a grownup, remember…you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

Circe sobbed weakly. Grinning, Cloud released his jaw, returning his attention back to fucking this incredible hole until he came again. It was definitely not worth the trouble to pursue any further encounters like this with Circe…but…hell, if he was ever feeling stressed again during the short amount of time he had left with the kid, maybe he would just drive home this message of carefully considering his words again and again until the brat really understood. It’d be a tall order but…he knew he was up for the task.