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jaded_grinRating: Mature: Because there is smut!
Description: Reno adopts a small, sassy cat and winds up with something else altogether.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the Square Enix characters which appear in my story, nor do I make money off of my writing. I do it for the love, people! For the love!
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Puss seemed to perk up more on the way to the Ferris Wheel, looking around with his usual overawed amazement—it had gotten dark while he slept, so the fanciful fair lighting was a new one on him.
“Rrreno, we is getting on?” he asked, pointing at the giant wheel.
“Sure thing,”
“Is big!” Puss informed him, nodding in agreement with his own statement. “Whrat is being? Ferris Whreer?”
“You got it,”
“He is just too adorable,” Tifa sighed, standing in the shelter of Rude’s arm. They weren’t quite at the hand-holding stage of their relationship, but they were getting too close for
“You two are so into each other it kinda makes me wanna puke,” he told her, inhaling deeply and glancing around to see if anyone else he knew was around. Maybe he could dump the kid on Tifa and get a date out of this waste of a day.
“Don’t even think about it,” Rude warned, and
The line moved forward and Puss tried to jump the line so that Reno had to snag him by the hem of his shirt and haul him back, flashing a long length of back and a set of perfect dimples above his backside.
“I is getting on!” Puss said, annoyed with him. “You let go, now.”
“No, you ain’t getting on yet, we gotta wait our turn,”
“Turn?” the boy echoed, confused. Lines were still a baffling concept to Puss, even after all of the rides they’d been on the kid simply didn’t understand putting a hold on what he wanted.
“You just wait until I tell you,”
Finally, it was their turn. The Ferris Wheel was a big one, the cars big enough to hold six, but when
Rude didn’t have to reply, his slight smile said it all.
“Puke!”
Puss ignored the whole issue, he was already clinging to the grating opposite the door, staring out at the people passing by and the large shaft that held the wheel up.
“Rrreno, whrat is being?”
“Heh?”
Puss twisted a little to look at him, barely visible in the darkness as the Wheel climbed higher to let everyone else on in slow increments.
“Lights, whrat is being?”
“Ah, that’s where I work at, kid, that’s the ShinRa building,”
“ShinRa,” Puss echoed, and he sounded so odd. One little hand groped and latched onto
“Whassa matter, Kadaj? You’re shaking,”
“Yes,” the boy said, subdued. “I is cold.”
He turned suddenly and wriggled into the hollow of
“That tickles,” he said, chuckling a little, that sugar-cookie scent heavy in the air. “How come you smell so good?”
“You is smelling good, too, Rrreno,” Puss purred, and wedged a little closer.
“Rrreno?”
“Mmm?” he inquired, too lazy to form an actual response.
“Kitten wrant miiiilrk…”
“Puss, look, we can’t just—”
“You give me,” Puss said, matter-of-factly, his little hands efficiently yanking
“Hey, wait! We can’t just go at it any time you deci—”
“You give Kadaj whrat he is wranting,” the boy reminded him, easily outmaneuvering
“We’re in fucking public, Puss! We can’t just go at it like a couple of fucking—”
“You give me now,” Kadaj repeated, and slipped down onto the metal floor to yank
“I is wanting you to not do that!”
And all
“Kitten wrant milrk,” Kadaj purred, and clung to
“Puss,” he panted, his protest as weak as his resolve. “We really can’t just—”
With a happy little trill, Puss hooked his wet little mouth over the tip of
“Aw, fuck,” he sighed, slumping down into the seat and only now becoming aware of the fact that they were coming back down and about to pass the line formed for the next round. Struggling to appear normal while Puss wreaked amazing havoc with his senses,
“Mmmm, you is good, Rrreno,” Puss moaned, his words muffled around
And he really was—all of the little tricks his angel had used in his dreams Kadaj brought to life with stunning force. It was as if he’d somehow been able to absorb every decadent dream that
“Puss,” he whispered, and the strange feeling of rising up in the air only gave him goosebumps on top of what Kadaj was doing to him. “Puss, ease up!”
The boy lifted his mouth and sighed in satisfaction, purring, “Rrreno, you give me, now.”
“I didn’t mean stop!” the man complained, panting a little.
“You give me, now,” Puss repeated, and slipped his shorts down. When he turned and
He wasn’t even sure how he managed it—one second Puss was leaning back towards him, and the next he was ball-deep in that tight little backside with the boy wriggling atop him, mewling with pleasure. He held Kadaj’s hips, forcing that slight body down on his, his own hips shoving upwards. He couldn’t exactly satisfy the urge to thrust into him, but the friction was amazing all by itself.
“Oh, Rrreno, you is giving me,” Kadaj sighed, moving fluidly atop him, his slender back undulating with his liquid movements.
Some rational corner of his mind realized that they were on the descent again, and he tipped forward, holding Kadaj tight around his slender waist and falling forward to the relative shelter of the floor. At least with the solid metal doors there was less chance of them being seen, and having the kid on his hands and knees was just what
Puss whimpered beneath him, his back bowing down in a way that lifted his bottom, his slender legs opening against his resisting pants, trying to give
“Oh, holy shit, Puss,”
“Rrreno,” Kadaj moaned, and started in with soft, keening whimpers that make him pump faster, slapping up hard against the boy’s straining little backside.
“Keep talking, Puss,” he groaned, his arm tightening around Kadaj’s hips so that he could feel the thrust of the boy’s hard, swaying cock against his forearm. He moaned again, long and low, when Puss happily obliged him.
Panting, his brain spinning with pleasure, his body wound so tight he felt he would snap at any second,
“Oh, Rrreno!” Puss wailed, writhing beneath him. One small, warm little hand reached under himself to skitter against the sensitive skin of
Startled,
That soft little hand gently fondled his balls and
“Oh my god,” he groaned, teeth clenching, rocking harder into Kadaj’s body as he shuddered, every muscle rhythmically tightening as the strong orgasm tore through him. He was holding the boy so tightly and so close that Puss mewled a little, his hand lightly squeezing in a way that only made
“Oh, Rrreno, you is giving me,” the boy moaned, and shivered prettily, shoving back against him.
“Holy shit, Puss, we gotta stop this,” he panted, the spots receding from before his eyes. Dimly, he noticed that at least the car wasn’t rocking too noticeably, and hopefully no one had seen them going at it like a couple of rabbits.
Puss just mewled and wriggled back against him, urging, “Push, push…”
Helpless to resist such a sweet request, Reno gamely rocked into him until the boy came with a whimpering cry, his slender body twisting with pleasure, that hand coming off of him to brace against the cold metal floor.
“God, Puss, you’re nuts,”
He just couldn’t remember anybody in his life who was so spontaneous and uninhibited. Usually, he was the one dragging others along for the ride, and now he had an unpredictable and demanding little bundle of libido and attitude giving him a run for his money. If he’d had his prayers for perfection answered in the flesh, it would be his little Puss.
“Mmm,” Puss sighed, slumping to the floor in the darkness. He yawned a little and murmured, “You is good to your Puss.”
“You are one crazy kid, Puss,” he sighed, languorous now in the afterglow, settling back on the metal seat with Kadaj curled into his lap, purring. “One hell of a crazy kid…”
“Mm…” Puss purred, sounding sleepy and satiated. “Puss is knowing whrat Rrreno is needing…”
“If it’s insane-o sex in public places, then you might be onto something,”
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Date: 2009-02-07 01:54 am (UTC)...can I have them back now?
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Date: 2009-02-08 02:20 am (UTC)*dies*
...I wrant a puss. Yes.
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